LIFE IS ON

“Is the book list complete?” Matilda asked, hurriedly gathering Peter’s school supplies. “Defence Against the Dark Arts—where’s that book? You have Defensive Magic , but that isn’t the one on the list.” “Jacob didn’t have that one,” Peter replied. “All right. I think Hogwarts keeps a few spare copies.” Peter was happy, but a little anxious too. His mother was a nurse at a Muggle hospital, and there was only so much she could afford towards his school fees. “Mom, I want to talk to you about something…” He had tried saying it several times, but Matilda kept putting off the conversation, concentrating instead on gathering everything he needed. Soon, the packing was finished, and the day of his departure arrived. Mother and son passed through the barrier onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King’s Cross station. On the other side, they stepped into an entirely different world. The magnificent Hogwarts Express stood beside the platform, whistling as parents and children crowded around i...

 Detective Jagdish Singh - Protagonist  Mr. Govind Sharma - Antagonist The story begins with Govind living with his adopted daughter who gets molested by one of the people from his neighbourhood. Govind furious rushed into his house to confront the guy (Vijay) but accidently kills him. To hide his crime he manipuates the crime scene into making it look like Vijay commited a suicide and no one else was involved. Detective Jagdish enters the case and is almost convinced that this was a suicide when he finds out one clue, that Vijay was killed, and he didn't kill himself. Jagdish takes the case very lightly and starts joining dots and arrests the wrong person. One of his associates, finds out that the person he accused was wrongfully accused, when Jagdish takes it on his ego to find out the culprit. Unofficially he finds out that the culprit was Govind, and he is the mastermind behind hiding all the evidences and every detail related to this incident. Jagdish takes it on his ego ...

Peter was not ready for the news. The words, struck him like a bold of lightening when he returned to Hogwarts. This was completely unexpected. George's grandparents had cried the whole day and night when they heard the news. They were at the school, and Flamel along with all the teachers was out of words. Professor Flamel understood the feeling for he had lost his daughter years ago the same way. It was like a similar flash of memories returning to his mind, the same rage, the same disbelief, and the same grief.  Peter in his own web of thoughts was continuously fixated on George, and the memories he had with him. All the fights they fought in beginning against each other. All that hate was suddenly gone, it was like it never existed in their entire history. His eyes went straight towards George's weeping grandparents. What would they do now? Who would take care of them in their old age? George was the only descendant they had in their family. They were completely alone, and t...

  **************** Smith could already feel the Golden Snitch against his fingertips. Victory was inches away. He leaned further over his broom, stretching out his hand as the tiny golden ball fluttered desperately ahead of him. His fingers were just about to close around it when something struck him violently from the side. Smith was thrown away from the Snitch. He rolled through the air, desperately clinging to his broom as the world spun around him. Before he could regain control, his body slammed hard against one of the rocky mountains on the outskirts of the school grounds. His broom fell to one side. Smith crashed to the ground on the other. He groaned and grabbed his knee. Pain shot through his leg, but nothing seemed broken. After a few seconds, he rolled onto his back and looked towards the sky. A dark silhouette stood above him. Ivan Karkaroff. Smith hurried to his feet. His wand wasn’t with him, so instinctively, he clenched his bare hands into fists. Ivan looked at him ...

Alison had been given the task of writing an entire essay on every magical creature ever known to have existed in the wizarding world. The only condition was that she could not take help from anyone. So Alison turned to the library instead, juggling between books for the entire night. Smith, Miranda, and Stewart were not happy about it, and they were determined not to let her detention go in vain. Snowman had grown considerably closer to Miss January after what had happened that morning, but he seemed to have forgotten the promise he had made them. Snowman did not reach out to them the entire morning, while Alison remained buried in the library, reading page after page from every book on magical creatures she could find. She didn’t return to her dormitory, nor did she reach out to any of her friends, which was beginning to make them worried. Once the night had passed, Smith, Miranda, and Stewart made up their minds to visit her in the library first thing in the morning. The next mornin...

  “Hmm.” Marcus Ollivander held Peter’s wand between both hands, gripping it carefully from end to end. He brought it close to his ear and listened to it for several seconds, as though expecting it to whisper something only a wandmaker could understand. Finally, he lowered it. “The wand seems to have lost its true master,” Marcus said. “As far as I can tell, it belongs to Edward Black now.” Black frowned. “I’ve disarmed Peter plenty of times during lessons. Maybe that’s why.” “I don’t know. Maybe.” Marcus handed the wand back to Peter. “Too bad. I wish I could help you folks.” Peter looked at the wand in his hand before putting it away. He and Professor Black had spent nearly the entire week travelling from one healer to another, but none of them had been able to explain what had happened to him. They were finally in London now, and it had been Black’s idea to visit Ollivander before going any further. Peter, however, remained fixated on finding Salazar’s shack....