Harry Potter Trunks Novels & Stories

I say shooing him. "I want to help you pack. It will take less time ,if we both pack your stuff simultaneously ". He says standing back up. I hold my hand to his face and say," I will start packing and you can help me with the heavy stuff and when you are free. Have your coffee. Please, I insist" I say and he nods and gets back to his coffee. I make my ear to my guest room and start putting back my clothes in my suitcase. My chain ,bracelets and headband that are very precious to me are kept in a pouch which I asked harry to keep in the uppermost shell which has a locker so I can't reach it. It might sound silly at how some bracelet, headband are kept in a locker but I couldn't help it and h

A possibility that could lead me to my freedom. I stood up, dusted my clothes, and walked towards the shelves, flinching every time my head throbbed. My eyes squinted at the endless rows of glass bottles, all filled with liquid; potions of various colors and consistency. Whoever this wizard is, his collection of potions are very impressive. Some of the bottles were clearly labeled, love potion, flying potion, summoning potion, super strength potion while others had scribbles that were barely legible.

Taran Tru shows me what male clothes look like today. It’s surprising how much the world has changed in 500 years. I use the fae dust to cast a glamor spell allowing me to create clothes. I don’t like the look or feel of them, but they will do until I find something better. I turn to Tru. She’s dressed and waiting by the door. I grab some gold, my mother’s letter, and the lighting crystal. Tru seemed to be very interested in it, and I didn’t explain how they work yet.

He did not even look this happy when he had won the Science Olympiad a year ago. "Of course you are." I stood on the tip of my toes and gave his cheek a kiss. "So, what is that?" I pointed at the stick he was holding. Hunter looked surprised. "You do not know?" He brought the stick closer until I could finally see what it was. It was a replica of the Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in the history of magic wands. "Did you put the pieces back again? I remember Harry broke that one in Deathly Hallows."

Liliana Harry said nothing. Instead, he turned and walked to his backpack, crouching beside it as he rifled through the contents. I tried again to push myself up, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. I was too dizzy, I watched him pull out a large plastic container, orange and square shaped, the kind used for cleaning fluid or motor oil. My stomach twisted with dread. “No,” I whispered.

I shrugged. “Nah, I don’t think my mum will be too surprised.” I said. “Last year at Bella’s birthday I told my mum to get a rare original copy of Harry Potter’s Chamber of Secrets. It’s Bella’s favorite copy and i was too shy, I gifted her without a card or a note so she couldn’t tell it was from me. Mum asked me if I had a crush on Bella.” “And what did you say?” Henry prodded, his eyes wide open in interested.

I don't know why that causes my stomach to drop and twist. "You think just because something isn't right, it's wrong." Another bone cracks, and this time Harry is on all fours. "You have no idea what I have done for this pack." A growl escapes him, and my hands turn clammy. "You think you're doing the right thing, but just take a look at yourself." Cracking sounds tear through the air as Harry's clothes start to rip off his skin. "You brought in a troupe to fight the so-called people that you want to save." He howls as fur starts to cover his skin.

Someday, Gideon may need to teach both Rafe and any children Rosie and I have, how to be witches while I teach them how to be wolves, because if they are anything like my Rosie, they will be powerfully double-blessed. I move aside some clothing and a few books and find at the very bottom of the trunk the source of all the ringing. Wrapped in silk, and wrapped in a strong leather case is a silver mirror. It is a beautiful piece of art. The frame is shaped to look like a forest of trees, their branches creating a lace filigree of their branches, which blossom with large dogwood flowers that almost seem to grow and change before my eyes.