The Potter Family Grimoire, a harry potter fanfic. The Potter Family Grimoire. X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe door to the small, dusty shop opened. A worn, battered bell sang out a tiny ring. The man sitting in his chair behind the counter smiled. His weathered hand reached out and plucked a thick leather manifest off a shelf. His ancient fingers pried open the stiff binding and began flipping from page to page. Eventually the old man stopped on a blank page. He set the thick volume on a nearby shelf. Hed need this book later. Then he looked up and smiled at the rather small young man who couldnt seem to decide whether to walk into the shop or to close the door and walk away. The old mans welcoming smile must have worked. The young man walked into the shop. Hello, the thin voice said. We knew it wouldnt be long before Congress demanded action in response to the Equifax data breachparticularly since several of its members are among the 143. Good Manga List Page. GoodManga for Android devices Free Manga Online. The young man seemed nervous. Hello, the old man responded before standing up from his chair. What may I help you with His voice filled the entire room and had little echoes ringing from spot to spot. His voice, his personality filled the space almost to bursting. The young man took an involuntary step back. Well, uh, Ive been all over Diagon Alley trying to find the shop that carries Chocolate Frog cards. My friend collects them and hes missingerr, Circe, I think. I wanted to see if I could get that one for him. The old man nodded once and then beckoned the young man closer with his curled finger. Thats a very kind gesture, young master. Project X Love Potion Disaster Save File 5. I do, indeed, have some cards, but not the set youre looking for. I have several of the original Chocolate Frog cards, back from the 1. His hand was already under the counter, locating an album. He pulled it out and set it on the counter. That sounds expensive, the young man said. My friend might like itbut the cost, it might make him. JealousThe young man looked down, but then nodded. Yes, yes. Quite right to avoid inciting the baser emotions. Ebook Creator App more. The old man returned the album underneath the counter without even opening it. Then he fixed his gray eyes on the young man. I suppose you wish to ask me what I sell here. The young man looked up, a bit startled, from his inspection of the crevices of the floor. Yes. I sell everything and anything. The young man obviously didnt believe him. HowThe old man smiled more broadly. Magic. Harry tried to mask the sour expression that erupted, for a moment, on his face. Everyone says that when they really dont want to explain. The old man nodded. Yes, it is convenient. Probably too convenient and eligible for misuse as an explanation. I do use magic, among other things, to procure items worthy for resale, but my techniques are far more profound than that. The young man seemed not to understand. Let me say that my methods are trade secrets. Best poems and quotes from famous poets. Read romantic love poems, love quotes, classic poems and best poems. All famous quotes. Save Settings All of the filters are bookmarkable too, so you can also bookmark any page and the filter settings will be kept when you return to the bookmark. HR0cHM6Ly9pLnl0aW1nLmNvbS92aS9MdDdOU1l2SUVVRS9ocWRlZmF1bHQuanBn.jpg' alt='Project X Love Potion Disaster Save File 5.5' title='Project X Love Potion Disaster Save File 5.5' />I would not want anyone else to be able to do what I do. A glimpse of understanding entered the young mans face. So, what might someone like me purchase from youA large, genuine smile burst over the shopkeepers worn face. Oh, clever question Very good. As I do not know you, however, I cannot answer you. Butyou can tell me what you desire above all elseand then we can work from there. Desire the young man said. His face went slack for a brief moment, as if he were suddenly deep within his past trying to reconstruct or remember something. It does not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live. Someone told me that when all I could think of was my desire. The old man nodded. I do not sell dreams, yet it is wise advice in general. Please tell me what had you so engaged. I looked ata magical artifact that showed me a life with my parents, had I not grown up an orphan. The old man had a sympathetic look on his face. Yes, all too common these last years. Soyou wish to have your family backThe young man seemed upset by the idea for a moment, before he shook his head. Thats impossible. ButI know nothing of them, other than how they looked. I wish to know my family. To appreciate them. To have a family history if I cannot have a mother and a father. The old man looked into the young mans eyes for a few moments before his hand dropped under the counter and brought out a thick volume. You must tell me your name, then, if I am to try to locate something appropriate. I am the last Potter. Harry Potter. The young man expected a reaction of some sort. The old man changed nothing of his appearance or demeanor. Potter. His fingers flipped through the thick, ink stained pages. A common name, I think. Possibly too common. Butoh yes, that might very well be the thing. SirJust one moment. I have something in my back room that you should examine. Just a moment, young master. The young man stood in the odd store for a few minutes. His eyes wandered over shelves that contained contraptions he didnt understand. Days afterward, if he spoke of this place, which he never did, he might have compared the space to a Borgin and Burkes that didnt feel like it was going to swallow him whole. This store feltcomforting. It was a highly magical place. Even a young wizard with only two years of schooling could tell that. It felt like a more intense version of the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the flows of magic, the enchantments layered everywhere about. Harry turned on his heel and looked at a shelf built into the counter near the door. It contained items that he had never seen or heard of before. There was the skeleton of some kind of lizardwalking inside a glass bottle, but never moving from its position. Walking, walking, walking, a perpetual motion machine. There was a green bottle that appeared empty but emitted small rings of smoke from its top. Green, then yellow, then tan, and then a deep purple. The colors cycled like this without change. Further down the shelf there was a silver and deep blue stone that pulsed with magical energy, a warm, pleasing magic. Marketing Plan Pro Premier 6.0 more. His hand reached out to touch the stone. He couldnt stop himselfnor, if he was honest with himself, did he want to stop. He wanted to feel that beautiful magic. Be careful, young master, the old man said, his presence once again palpable in the small shop. Harrys hand dropped to his side, then he turned around slowly with a sheepish grin on his face. Never touch a magical object unless you know precisely what it does. Harrys eyebrows nearly went to his hairline when he finally caught onto the import of the warning. Oh, right. Sorry. I should have thought about that. I usually get in trouble for doing something before thinking about it. Its no problem, young master. Just be careful. That particular stone is quite beautiful. It carries a wonderful curse. Excuse me, but how can a curse be wonderfulThe old man walked from the doorway to his backroom to his normal spot behind the counter. He could almost reach out with his arm to touch the odd stone, but he did not. It imparts to anyone who touches it a kind of euphoria. The closer one remains to the stone the better one feels. Many people, it is rumored, have perished after touching the stone as they refuse to find food or wateras it would mean moving far away from the cursed stone. Why keep it here Harry asked. It is useful. Not everyone would use it for ill intent. Say that a dangerous creature took up residence near your home. You could purchase this stone, arrange for the creature to touch it, and then move the stone somewhere further away. The creature would inevitably follow. It doesnt just work on peopleThe old shopkeeper smiled and shook his head.