Harry Potter and the Monster Books

Harry was just about to cast a patronus to drive the dementors away from his cousin when a strange swirling vortex appeared out of thin air about ten feet away from the dementors and a wild haired man jumped out wearing a white lab coat.

Mist raised his gloved hands and unleashed lightning on the Nazgul like abominations that were hovering over a child. "Die!"

"They're immortal!" Harry called out.

"Fuck!" Mist cursed as he realized that his lightning wasn't going to be able to hurt the damned creatures.

Harry stared in disbelief as the crazy man conjured what looked like a large picture book and charged the dementors. "Don't…" he trailed off when the man opened the book as the dementor reached for him and blocked the attack with the book, causing the dementor to vanish into thin air, something that shouldn't have been possible. "What the hell?!"

Mist jumped at the other dementor and hit it with one of the illustrations before it could escape, sucking the fiend into the book. He closed the book and sighed in relief, happy that his crazy idea had actually worked. 'Okay, I've got like three minutes before they manage to get out of the book and Dawn's portal is only going to last two, make it fast.'

"How did you get rid of them?"

"With fucking style," Mist replied as he hurried over, noticing the teenager's messy hair and lightning bolt scar. 'Okay, no clue how I ended up in Surrey when the portal should have taken me to a version of London but I can roll with this.'

"How did you trap the dementors?" Harry asked, trying to wrap his head around the idea of an adult actually doing something useful.

"Magic," Mist replied as he pulled the box that contained his training sphere out of his spatial ring. "Do you want phenomenal cosmic power?" he asked in an overly dramatic way.

"Does it come with a tiny living space?" Harry asked a touch sarcastically.

"No, touch the orb and you'll get the power to destroy Voldemort," Mist told him as he lifted the lid on the box, reasonably sure the orb would give him a decent collection of powers which would be more useful than the bits of knowledge he could give him in the minute and a half that he had left. "Or don't but I've got like a minute before my ride home vanishes and this entire place is swarmed by the Unwritten. You don't want to be here when that happens, I don't want to be here when that happens."

"If I touch the sphere, will I get the power to trap dementors?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Absolutely," Mist replied.

"Fine," Harry replied as he reached out and touched the sphere, fairly sure the guy didn't need permission to screw him over.

Mist winced as Harry collapsed from the magic rushing into him. "Huh, his magic must be a touch different." He cast his regeneration spell on the teenager, hoping it helped with some of his old injuries. 'That worked better than I was expecting.' He pulled the magical tile that he'd made of some of the more useful spells he'd picked up and slipped it in Harry's jacket pocket, knowing he could always make another copy. 'Sorry, I don't have time to explain.'

Mist dashed over to where the fat child was sprawled on the ground from his exposure with the dementors. 'Sorry, not sorry, I always wondered what this would do to a mortal.' He reached down and touched the sphere to Dudley's hand, causing a wave of magic to rush into the previously mundane boy.

He watched him for a couple of seconds, rather surprised that he hadn't melted or caught fire considering the amount of magic the sphere had poured into him. 'Huh, he's still alive, is that because Petunia has some magic or was it just random chance?'

Mist sighed, wishing he had the time to test the orb on Petunia. 'I'd heal you but you'd probably melt from too much magic.' He took a last look at Harry who was pushing himself off the ground. "The ring under the Gaunt shack is cursed, don't touch it."

"What?" Harry asked, trying to concentrate despite the fact that it felt like someone had hit his skull with a hammer.

"Use a pensieve," Mist told Harry then ran and jumped back through the portal, unwilling to take the time to properly explain things since the portal would close and he didn't have a way to deal with the dementors on this side of the portal before they escaped the book. 'Hopefully this gives Dawn enough information to keep the next portal up longer.'

Harry felt his headache recede slightly as he shuffled over to check on his cousin, trying to figure out what the hell was going on and why he had incantations dancing around his mind along with information that he'd never learned.

'Huh, that explains where the dementors went and why he left in a hurry,' Harry mused, fairly sure the stranger had used the spell dancing around in his head to trap them. 'Makes more sense than trying to kill them.'

'Huh, a spell to conjure silk sheets? Awesome and the spell to conjure a portal to an old mine sounds like a good place to stash stuff if I can hide the portal. I'll have to ask Sirius if he knows how to hide it,' Harry mused as he tried to get Dudley to wake up enough that he could get him to his feet.

Dudley groaned as he woke up feeling like he'd just drank a couple of espressos. "What the hell happened?"

"Dementors, we need to get out of here," Harry told him as Mrs. Figg hurried over.

"Don't put your wand away," Mrs. Figg said when Harry noticed her and started putting his wand back in his sleeve.

"It's a stick," Harry offered.

"I'm a Squib, I can't deal with the dementors, they might come back," she warned him.

"Squib?" Dudley asked.

"Basically, someone from a magic family that doesn't have a lot of magic," she explained as she got them moving back toward Harry's house, knowing he'd be a lot safer from the dementors behind the wards. "We need to get out of here before they come back, I didn't see how the stranger scared them off or where he went."

"Through a portal and he tossed them in a book," Harry replied, not seeing a problem with explaining stuff.

0o0o0

Harry wasn't particularly happy with having to listen to Petunia freak out about the dementors but at least Vernon wasn't home to throw a useless fit and Dumbledore was there to take the brunt of her tongue.

"I understand Petunia," Albus assured her when she paused for breath. "You have every right to be angry about the dementors trying to kill your son and I'll certainly be investigating how a pair of dementors managed to find themselves in Surrey."

"It was Harry's fault!" Petunia snapped.

"No," Albus calmly replied, giving her a disappointed look. "While it's entirely possible and even likely that Harry was the target, that doesn't mean the attack was his fault. Thankfully, the dementors were contained before they could hurt anyone and I can assure you that I'll investigate the matter. In the meantime, I've notified the ministry that Harry will be on vacation for the rest of the summer which should keep your family safe."

"How are we supposed to deal with dementors?!" Petunia demanded, feeling overwhelmed.

"By staying behind the wards for a couple of days and only leaving if you have to or by going on vacation, I doubt they're going to follow you," Albus assured her.

"I don't want him-" Petunia stopped talking when Albus cut her off.

"Don't finish that sentence," Albus told her, steel creeping through his usual grandfatherly tone. "As it stands, Harry has spent enough time here that the wards will protect the house for another year, even if he leaves for the rest of the summer. Give me a chance to investigate matters before you make any hasty decisions that everyone will regret."

Petunia turned and looked at Dudley who was eating his second chocolate bar and looking a lot better than when they'd first stumbled into the house. "Fine," Petunia admitted. "I'll convince Vernon that we should take a vacation."

"A bit of chocolate and somewhere nice, should help," Albus agreed then turned to look at Harry. "Ready?" 

"Yes," Harry replied as he grabbed his trunk.

"Don't drop your trunk," Albus warned Harry as he reached out and grabbed his arm.

"My-" Harry cut off when it felt like he was pulled through a narrow pipe before being spit back out again as they landed on a porch. He twitched and looked around the unfamiliar neighborhood. "Where are we?"

"Number 12 Grimmauld Place," Albus replied as he reached out and opened the door. "Best get inside before someone notices us."

Harry hauled his trunk into the creepy house.

"Mudbloods!" Walburga's portrait screamed as Albus walked in and shut the door.

Albus flicked his wand at the painting and silenced her, having already dealt with enough screaming for the day.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"That would be my mother's portrait," Sirius offered. "Welcome to my prison."

"Don't be dramatic," Remus said as they walked over. "Harry."

"Close enough," Sirius muttered under his breath.

"Professor," Harry replied. "Sirius."

"I'm not your professor anyone, you can call me Remus," Remus offered.

"Alright," Harry agreed. 

"How are you doing?" Sirius asked Harry.

"I've been better, my friends have been dodging my letters and someone tried to kill me with dementors," Harry complained.

"I'm afraid that first part was my fault," Albus admitted with a sigh. "I asked Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger to avoid saying much in their letters because the Ministry isn't above intercepting mail, I meant to let you know but I've been rather busy."

"Busy?" Harry asked, wondering how long it would have taken to have someone drop off a note or give him a call on the phone.

"Fudge forced the Wizengamot to revoke his government positions because they don't want to accept that Voldemort is back," Sirius offered.

"It could be worse, at least my replacement isn't in Tom's pocket," Albus replied, not particularly happy about losing the ability to keep the worst of Fudge's stupidity contained.

"What happened with the dementors and the strangers?" Sirius asked. "Figg mentioned that someone jumped out of a portal and captured them with a book."

"It was strange," Harry replied, thinking about the encounter. "I was just about to try casting a patronus to save my cousin when a portal opened and a man with wild hair jumped out wearing a lab coat. He barely hesitated when he spotted the dementors and blasted them with lightning. I shouted something about them being magic resistant so he conjured a book, ran over and physically hit one of them with it which sucked it into the book."

"I'm surprised that it worked," Remus admitted. 

"I think the second dementor was in shock because it didn't move fast enough. Once the dementors were dealt with he hurried over and asked if I wanted phenomenal cosmic power."

Sirius winced. "Please tell me you didn't make a deal."

"I made a joke about itty bit living spaces, he said no, so I said sure," Harry admitted.

"That was reckless," Remus pointed out.

"I wasn't really thinking straight," Harry admitted. "I figured that he didn't really need permission to screw me over if he was planning on it and as far as I know, none of Voldemort's people can open portals, unless that's something else that Hogwarts has failed to mention?" he asked, a bit annoyed with all of the potentially dangerous things they left to the later years to mention that the pure bloods learned about growing up.

"Not that I know of," Remus admitted.

"There were legends about Merlin having the ability but legends have a tendency to grow in the telling and Merlin wasn't completely human," Albus offered. "But as far as I know, Tom doesn't have the ability to open portals."

"What happened next?" Sirius asked.

"He pulled a glowing orb out of his pocket and I touched it or I think I did, everything got a bit fuzzy and the next thing I know, I wake up on the ground and he's telling me something about a ring and a shack that I didn't catch. When I asked, he told me to use a pensieve and that he couldn't stay because he didn't want to get swarmed by the Unwritten."

"The what?" Remus asked.

"I'm pretty sure he said Unwritten but I think he was in a hurry because the book could only hold the dementors for a limited amount of time," Harry offered.

"What makes you say that?" Albus asked.

Harry briefly considered not saying anything about the new spells but figured the three of them would probably be his best chance to make sure they weren't dangerous. "Because the orb taught me a couple of spells and one of the spells matches the book. It lets the caster conjure a magical book that can pull creatures inside if they touch the illustrations. If they killed the guardian, they could escape."

"What else did the orb teach you?" Remus asked.

"A spell to conjure silk sheets, a floating portal to a pocket dimension shaped like an old mine and a spell to conjure gloves that can toss lightning. I'm looking forward to testing the spells out when I get to Hogwarts."

"Go head," Sirius told him. "The house is warded and the whole bit about using magic outside of school only really applies to muggleborns, the ministry can't actually tell who cast any particular spell which means they don't actually bother monitoring magical families."

"Sirius," Remus complained, knowing that certain people would be rather annoyed with Sirius for pointing that out.

"Don't give me that shite, he's fifteen and Lily would have had him practicing every summer," Sirius argued. "She hated that rule and you know damned well we didn't follow it when we were children and we weren’t being hunted by Death Eaters."

"Don't look at me, I'm not employed by the ministry anymore," Albus offered with a twinkle in his eyes when they glanced at him. "I'll admit that I'm curious about the spells."

Harry focused on the magical formula in his mind and pushed magic into it, causing a picture book to appear in his hands. "That was easier than I was expecting."

"Interesting," Albus mused as he pulled his wand back out of his pocket so he could run some tests.

"And the rest?" Sirius asked excitedly.

"Maybe…" Remus trailed off as Harry gestured and conjured a floating portal in a silver frame, shocked that Harry had managed to cast something that should have given Dumbledore trouble.

Albus finished casting his third curse detection spell on the book then turned his attention to the silver frame that was floating a foot above the floor. "How does it work?"

"You just walk through the portal and you'll be in an abandoned mana stone mine that is actually in a pocket dimension," Harry explained.

"Mana stones?" Remus asked.

"They're basically concentrated mana or at least that's what I got from the basic information included with the spell. I don't actually know how they work or what you can use them for," Harry admitted.

"Concentrated magic? I imagine they'd be useful in potions or alchemy," Albus mused, suddenly rather happy that he wouldn't be wasting his time at the ministry.

"What happens if something damages the frame?" Remus asked, feeling like the only adult in the room.

"I can make another exit by casting the spell inside or another entrance by touching the frame when I cast the spell," Harry offered.

"What happens if you're not touching the frame?" Sirius asked.

"Then it just makes a new pocket dimension, I don't think there's a limit," Harry replied as he conjured a black silk bed sheet. "I'm upgrading my sheets."

Sirius reached out and touched the sheets. "I don't blame you and I'm going to want a set."

Remus glanced between Sirius and Albus. "Are we just going to ignore the fact that someone knows how to open portals and has a magical device that can teach spells that don't require a wand?"

"No but rushing to make a judgement doesn't help," Albus reminded him. "I've tried a couple of basic tests on the book and the frame, if they're cursed, the curses are well hidden. Do you mind if Remus studies the book?" he asked Harry.

"That's fine," Harry replied as he handed Remus the book, knowing he could always just conjure another one. "Just be careful of the pictures, touching them will pull you into a pocket dimension based on the picture and not all of them are friendly."

"I'll be careful," Remus assured him.

"What are you thinking?" Sirius asked Albus.

Albus glanced at the floating silver frame. "I think we should make sure the mine is safe while Remus gets Harry settled and then I'm going to retrieve my pensieve, I'm curious what the stranger said that Harry missed."

"Same," Harry admitted, not seeing a problem with the adults making sure the mine was safe since he could always just make another one if they confiscated it. "It sounded important but he was in a hurry."

"Can we move the frame?" Albus asked.

Harry sighed as he realized that he'd forgotten to set the password to keep someone from moving it. "Yeah, I forgot to set the password. Let me fix that." He reached out and touched the frame. "Password: Set, Crookshanks."

"Crookshanks?" Remus asked, wondering why he'd picked the name of Hermione's cat for the password.

"Hermione's cat, I'm not going to forget it and most people aren't going to guess it. You don't have to say it, you just have to know it and how it relates and then you can move it," Harry explained. "The only person that can change the password is the person that created it."

"Can you teach the spells?" Albus asked, worried that Tom might learn it from Harry's mind.

Harry shook his head. "Not a chance. I'm basically using a key with the incantation carved into it. Now imagine that the key only works because it's made out of copper and the exact right shade of copper. Or to borrow something from potions, I know the recipe, I can make it work, I just don't know why it works or how to explain it because someone never actually explained the process."

"That makes sense," Albus admitted. "Try to relax, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley should be here within the hour."

"I'll try," Harry replied, a bit annoyed that Hermione hadn't just sent him a letter through the post or called him on the phone and explained things, even if it would have meant possibly dealing with Petunia. 'I'm going to need to talk to her about blindly following authority. Same fucking thing with Ron.' 

Albus stepped through the portal, curious about the mine and if they could use the portals for a quick way to escape. 

Remus watched Sirius follow Albus then looked at Harry. "Let's get you set up before the others get here."

"Sure," Harry replied, looking forward to a chance to test his book out and relax for a bit.

0o0o0 

Harry glared at the stain on the bedroom wall that hadn't come out despite hitting it several times with Scourgify. "Good enough." He pointed his wand at the window. "Scourgify!" he chanted, causing most of the dirt and grime on the window to vanish as Hermione walked into the room.

"Are you crazy?!" Hermione demanded, shocked that he'd use magic and risk getting in trouble, especially since the paper had been running all sorts of trash about him since the end of the tournament. "Why are you using magic?!"

Harry turned and looked at Hermione. "Because it needed cleaning and because Sirius admitted that when the building is warded the Ministry can't detect anything, which means for the first time in my life, I can actually practice over the summer."

"No one bothered to mention that," Hermione complained, annoyed that the purebloods could practice during the summer. 'That explains why some of the students actually seemed to improve over the summer rather than forgetting things like normal.' 

"Just like no one bothered replying to any of my letters?" Harry complained.

"Professor Dumbledore said that we needed to be careful about what we wrote in a letter because people might be intercepting owls. I sent a letter in the post explaining things and your aunt assured me that she'd give you the message when I called."

"And you believed her?" Harry asked in disbelief.

Hermione shook her head. "No but I figured she'd give you a lecture about giving your number to your freakish friends and that you'd figure it out from there or the letter that said the owl post was unreliable."

Harry scowled as he recalled the day he'd walked back into the house and Petunia had been exceptionally smug about something that she wouldn't explain. "That would explain why she was being extra smug for a couple of days and I didn't get a letter in the post," he grumbled, annoyed that Dumbledore might have had a point about the mail being intercepted, just not the way he thought.

"I tried. I just figured that you were just sending things so that no one noticed anything different. You said you'd gotten the message about us not sending letters because no one was sending you letters, and I thought that was you playing into it," she admitted sheepishly.

"No, I was just being an idiot," Harry admitted, still annoyed at the entire situation but relieved that she'd at least tried to warn him.

"What happened with the dementors?" she asked, trying to change the subject. "Professor Lupin just told me that you were attacked."

"A pair of dementors showed up at the park near my house and attacked me and Dudley. I was just about to grab my wand and cast a patronus when a crazy looking man wearing a lab coat jumped out of a portal and hit them with lightning like something straight out of Star Wars."

Hermione stared at Harry, trying to figure out if he was trying to wind her up or something.

"I know how it sounds," Harry complained. "When the lightning didn't work, he trapped them in a magic book and asked if I wanted Phenomenal Cosmic Power."

Hermione sighed when she realized that Harry was actually serious and not just messing with her. "Please tell me that you didn't make a deal and that you're not a genie or something."

"I'm not Ron," Harry replied with a touch of amusement. "I actually asked about getting stuck in a lamp. I was having a weird day and I figured that anyone that could trap dementors and toss lightning from his hands didn't need permission to screw me over. So, yeah, I said sure. He used an orb to give me a couple of strange spells then he jumped back through the portal and vanished."

"You have the weirdest luck, you know that, right?" Hermione asked as she studied her friend's face, noticing that he looked worn out and like he hadn't slept in a week.

"I know," Harry agreed.

"Hug?" Hermioned asked as she held her arms out.

"Sure," Harry replied as he put his arms out so his wand wouldn't get crushed against his ribs, happy that she'd asked unlike Mrs. Weasley who needed to learn what personal space was.

Hermione hugged him, wanting to let him know that she was happy to see him before she got sidetracked asking about the new spells.

Harry hugged her back, happy to see her and happy that he'd have someone to help him figure things out. "Thanks, I needed this."

"You're welcome," Hermione replied as she let him go.

"Do you want to help me finish cleaning the room or do you want to see one of the spells I learned?" Harry asked.

"My wand is in my trunk, it's less of a temptation that way," Hermione admitted, thinking about all of the spells that she'd read about over the last couple of weeks that she hadn't been able to practice yet.

"Gasp, Hermione Granger, being tempted to break the rules?" Harry teased, well aware of the sheer number of rules she'd broken over the years.

"What spells did you get?" Hermione asked, not seeing the point in mentioning all the times she'd broken the rules with him or thought about breaking the rules and some noses because of the Slytherins.

"A spell that creates a book about monsters that you can get pulled into if you touch the illustrations, a spell to create mine themed pocket dimensions, a spell that creates spidersilk sheets and a spell to conjure gloves that let you toss lightning like a sith."

Hermione stared at Harry for a couple of seconds to see if he snickered or laughed or did something else to show that he was joking before realizing that he was actually serious. "Is the lightning powered by rage? Why would anyone want to jump into a picture with monsters and how large is the pocket dimension?"

"No, I was just using that as an example for the gloves, I remember some people at school talking about it and I saw a poster. The size of the mine depends on the magical strength of the caster," Harry replied as he conjured a book of monsters and handed it to her. "As for the monsters, take a look, just don't touch the pictures."

Hermione opened the book and stared at the photograph of a naked centaur-like creature standing in the middle of an old library holding a book. "Rena," she muttered, surprised that the monster looked like someone she knew.

"Rena?" He asked as he pulled his attention off the busty blue haired monster girl, more interested in the fact that her human half was attractive and naked than the fact that her other half looked like a blue tiger.

"She looks like one of the clerks at the bookstore near my house, if you ignore the fact that she's half cat. She even has her blue tinted sunglasses."

"The books are influenced by the first person that opens them, you'll probably end up with a lot of stories about libraries and a couple of familiar faces," Harry offered.

"Why is she half cat?" Hermione asked, wondering if that said something about her.

"It's probably random," Harry offered as he glanced at the title of the story. "Rena and Merlin's Library."

"Merlin's library?" Hermione mused. "How dangerous are the pictures?"

"That depends on the story and the monster, I wouldn't jump into any stories about a hag without my wand," Harry warned her as he heard footsteps in the hallway.

Hermione closed the book and set it on the nightstand by the bed then turned to look at the door as Ron walked in.

"Bloody dementors, eh?" Ron asked as he walked in, glad to see Harry was fine.

"At least someone else dealt with them and I didn't have to use magic," Harry replied as he conjured a black silk sheet for the bed.

"Blimey," Ron sputtered out as he stared at the black sheet.

"Hold this." Harry handed the sheet to Hermione then pointed his wand at the bed. "Scourgify."

"Have you lost your mind?!" Ron demanded, looking around as if the ministry’s owls were about to descend on them en masse.

"Don't blow a gasket," Harry replied in annoyance, annoyed that Ron was shouting at him as it reminded him too much of one of his aunt's rants. He hit the bed with a second cleaning spell since the first one hadn't quite gotten rid of all of the dust and mildew then turned and focused on Ron. "The house is warded, we can use magic and the ministry isn't going to notice."

"Mum's going to flip her top," Ron argued, knowing that she'd been going on about everyone having a normal summer and staying safe since he'd gotten home.

"I don't care," Harry replied as he put his wand on the nightstand and conjured the bottom sheet for the bed, complete with elastic. "I have a dark wizard trying to murder me and none of my classes have been particularly useful for coming up with ways to deal with him," he complained as he started making the bed, trying to distract himself enough that he wouldn't start screaming at Ron for the shit with the tournament and not believing him, which he was still feeling pretty salty over. "I'm hoping that I can actually learn something useful if I spend a couple of weeks practicing with Sirius and Remus."

"It's summer, you're supposed to relax," Ron assured him. "Where did you learn to conjure sheets?"

"From the crazy person that saved me from the dementor," Harry replied. "Learning how to defend myself would actually help me relax."

"Crazy person?" Ron asked.

"He stepped out of a portal and trapped the dementors in a book, gave me a couple of spells that I can't teach and then jumped back through the portal," Harry explained as he finished putting the sheet on the mattress.

"Did he get hit on the head?" Ron asked Hermione, concerned.

Hermione flipped the top sheet so that it mostly unfolded and let it drop on the bed then quickly fixed it, ignoring Ron's question as she didn't want to get between them.

"No, I've just had a really long day and you reminded me that I'm going to have to explain to a bunch of people that I don't want to have a normal fucking vacation because it stresses me the fuck out!" Harry snapped then stalked out of the room.

Ron watched Harry storm out then turned to look at Hermione. "What's his problem?"

Hermione stared at Ron for a couple of seconds as she tried to figure out where to start explaining things. "He was rather irate that we didn't do a better job of writing letters or explaining the reasons why we couldn't say anything."

"I tried," Ron argued. "Mum grabbed the letter before I could send it and started ranting about security and the ministry looking for an excuse to fire Dad and she brought up the car from second year. He can't hold that against me, Mum's scary when she's mad."

"Did you ever actually apologize for stabbing him in the back over the tournament?" Hermione asked.

Ron frowned, not sure why she'd brought that up. "I admitted that someone had been trying to kill him, why?"

"Because that's not the same thing and then you basically didn't tell him much of anything and ignored his letters for the last couple of weeks, you might try actually apologizing for both of those," Hermione told him then left, knowing Ron wouldn't want her to stand there looking like she was judging him, which admittedly she would be.

"How does that…" Ron trailed off as he realized that she had a point and that he hadn't explained or apologized about the goblet because he'd been embarrassed. "Shite," he cursed as he flopped down on the bed, not sure how he was supposed to fix things.

Ron spent a couple of minutes trying to figure out the best way to apologize before he realized that he was just going to have to admit that he'd been stupid. "Great," he muttered as he reached over and picked up the book on the nightstand, looking for something that would distract him from his own thoughts. 

He opened the book to a random page and stared when he saw the naked girl with green hair that was wading in a pool in a forest. He touched the glossy paper, briefly wondering if Hermione had left the book because it didn't look like something that should be in a wizarding house as the pictures weren't painted, before he dismissed the idea since he couldn't see her having a book with naked girls in it. 

"It's not moving, so it's probably muggle," he mused as he flipped a couple of pages and looked at a picture of a rather fat red haired hag in a kitchen. "Twisted Story of Hansel and Gretel?" he mused, wondering why the name sounded familiar. 'That's got to be a muggle story.' He tried to scream when he turned the page and accidentally touched the image of an empty house on the next page and found himself being pulled into the book.