A Reader discovers this Book...
"Huh? What is this?" you whisper to yourself as you reach up on the shelf, and take out a book that had a very familiar spine.
The book turns out to be The Book of Hogwarts. It looks just like what some students you see carry with them, hardcover, color, right down to the appropriate thickness. However, looking at the front of the book, you are surprised that the cover instead reads "The Storybook of Hogwarts". The initials confuse you: D.L.A.S.M.I. And the small etched symbol next to the initials is not like any seal you recognize. It was a gold circle, black filling the inside with a small stylized S curve, with a white slash mark crossing it at a ninety degree angle.
"Attention students, the library will close soon. If you have any books you wish to take with you, please have them checked out at the desk," spoke Madam Pince's voice magically amplified like a muggle speaking into an intercom at a muggle school. You decide to slip this into your book bag, and charm it sealed before grabbing the three books you originally were looking for regarding your studies, and wait in-line to check them out.
Finally, you leave the Hogwarts Library, and head to your common room, where some students are still awake but are planning to turn in for the night. You are still awake, needing to finish some important essays and after two hours, you're the only one left still awake with the fire place burning warmly, offering its own light. A small pulse of magic is felt, and you put your quill down. You blink towards your book bag, where you pull out the book you forgot. With a near heavy thump, it's on the table.
"I wonder what makes this different from what my friends carry with them," you say to yourself. And as you turn the cover open, you stare at a blank page, "that's it?"
And then, in spider-like crawling, ink begins to fill the whole page complete with a decorative art of leaves and curling vines. In a written fancy calligraphy, this message states to you an ominous warning:
Take heed, reader, as you open this book. Each memory interwoven into each different page is different and has its own short story, drabble, poem, or whatever you desire to call it. Never tear a page from this book or bad things shall befall you. You have been warned...
You stare at the strange book for a couple of minutes, debating on whether or not you wish to turn that hardcover page, before finally, you turn that page, unaware you accepted its unwritten oath of taking care of the book's pristine condition.
You begin to read...