Leather Bound Harry Potter Books Novels & Stories

List of everything you’ll need us under this: Bloodcursed Grimoire of Eternal Sorrow by Scarlet Pluto Engatron Phantom Dreamthron by King Seth History of Broken Families by Suellen Saneye Moonshadow, Sculptor of Dark Magic by Rueben Moonshadow Conqueror’s Handbook Moonshadow, Oath and Care of Magical Creatures by Denise Moonshadow. Protective gloves A cauldron Yours Sincerely, Headmistress Silvia Angel Headmistress Silvia Angel

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

I was so exhausted that simply staying on my feet felt like a battle of its own. The hidden shelf was locked, but the key I still carried from earlier slipped into the lock as though it belonged there. I hesitated for only a heartbeat before turning it. The key turned without resistance. I blinked. Apparently, the same key opened the restricted shelves as well. The books inside were different from the rest of the library. Their bindings were darker, their titles more unsettling. Volumes on forbidden healing, curses that corrupted the body, and rituals most healers would never dare speak of aloud.

keeping a magical diary hidden where no shifter's nose could find it. I reached into the dark crevice and pulled out a book bound in shimmering midnight-blue dragon-hide. It was cold to the touch and locked with a blood-seal. I bit my thumb, pressing a drop of crimson to the lock. The leather groaned, the book fluttering open as if it were breathing.

“We don’t have an attic in the apartment, Jake. Come on, help me with them. You promised you would.” He huffed and sat beside me on the floor. “I was thinking more of finding your old pictures, diaries, and even lingerie.” His look was heated when he whispered the last word, making me shiver. “I already packed most of them except my lingerie and books,” I replied and awed at the old Harry Potter book set my mom had bought me on my birthday. It was old but still held so many memories. Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

I ran my fingers along the spines as I walked, feeling the ridges of their titles, each one a promise of an adventure waiting to unfold. The leather-bound tomes, their covers worn and faded, whispered of a time when they had been new and full of hope. Now, they were treasures—forgotten gems waiting for someone to rediscover their magic. There were ladders, too, nestled against the shelves—long wooden ones that reached for the heavens.

She beamed as she carried a pink paper bag. "What is this?" I shoved my hand in and pulled the furry thing out. "A panda!" Besides makeup, I loved stuffed animals. I had a bunch of them on my bed to keep me warm at night. "Thank you so much!" I hugged Norma and she giggled. "This one's from me!" Mey handed me a striped blue paper bag. I almost dropped it since the weight caught me by surprise. I pulled out two books and laughed once I saw the first book's cover: Harry Potter for Dummies.