Harry Potter Trunks Novels & Stories

Was it Harry Potter going on live in front of me? My mouth was wide open while my eyes opened big like balls. He entered the room with me trailing behind. The room is pitch dark. I couldn't decipher a thing. All of a sudden, lights emerged from a point coming straight to my eyes. I covered my eyes with my hands and peeked through the gaps in between my fingers. Lights were emitting from a big round circle that was formed in the air. It's enchanting. The vibrant colors spread everywhere. Erix pulled me closer and picked me up in his arms and entered the portal.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 30th, 1992, 9:51 AM - Monday He then stored the mokeskin pouch in an inside pocket of his robes. Erik then did the same with the cup and the locket, storing them inside his mokeskin pouch and putting it inside an internal pocket inside his blazer. "So, Mr. Croaker, what do you want to do about the disembodied soul of Tom Riddle?"

Hannah said in a bored voice. “So, what exactly are you doing?” Silas questioned coming over to stand next to me. “Truth brew” I answered as I opened the lid to my trunk, I remember the journal tucked in my dress and pulled it out to place in my trunk. My trunk held my life in a way, everything I deemed important enough to hold onto and the ingredients needed for various brews. My trunk not only had extension spells on it, but it also had various protection spells on it as well. I placed the journal inside, tucked away on one of the lower shelfs.

"You are not following me, dressed like some horrid creature that came out of ol' Hagrids daydreams." Now that was downright bullying." It isnt my fault. These are the nicest clothes I have with me." "No need to worry, puppy dog." Puppy and dog. Now I am confused. A minute ago I was a freaking toucan-duck and now I am a puppy and a dog, at the same time. By the way I am a full bred human being. Just in case any of you were wondering. "I have a few clothes right here," he enters the walk in closet and takes out a brand new Louis vuitton cricket trunk filled with clothes, expensive once. The once whose prices you can determine by their scents.

Kimberly trembled as she experienced a warm feeling pass through her body and she became relaxed instantly. "This is just the beginning." She heard Henry say as he stood up from the bed and went to the wardrobe. Kim became curious as to what's he was going to bring out from the wardrobe in contribution to the action that he had just carried out. Just when she thought it was over, Henry thought differently and she saw him return from the Wardrobe with an expensive looking box. He placed it on the bed and she watched him observantly as he opened the box and brought out the stuffs in it. Kim was amazed by what she saw. They were sex toys and other sex gadgets like handcuffs and blindfold. What

Hans walked over to one of the bookshelves and motioned for them all to follow, and as they got up, Hans withdrew a dark blue book causing the bookshelf to swing open to reveal a hidden room. “Holy cow!” Thomas gasped as he stepped in behind Hans. In the room were vials upon vials of different coloured liquids, some glowing, some not. In a corner was a shelf with stacks of different shaped talismans too. The whole place felt like a treasure trove for witches and warlocks to Tom. He walked over to a mini cauldron in the middle of the room, it had white shimmery powder in it. They were hypnotizingly mesmerizing.

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.

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.