On the same day Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallowswill be released in paperback, Scholastic will be releasing a complete paperback series box set. As you can see from this picture found on Barnes & Noble and Amazon, the box enclosing the books uses the Deathly Hallows deluxe edition cover.
The books also appear to sport some new colors. You can pre-order the set on Barnes & Noble for $58.67.
Thanx to Mugglenet for the news.
The Grand Rapids Press has spoken with the author of The Harry Potter Lexicon, which just yesterday had its publication halted by a New York City judge. Vander Ark’s thoughts after hearing the verdict:
“I’ve always been a fan of Harry Potter and of Rowling and my hope all along was that we’d find an amicable way to settle this. I’m disappointed, but this is the way it went and I don’t hold any ill will at all. It was a question of law over a difference of opinion and, in a way, I’m glad that it’s finally over.”
Bloomsbury, the U.K. publishers of Harry Potter, have updated their website with the official promotional poster for the Tales of Beedle the Bard, which employs quotes from Deathly Hallows.
In celebrating the 10th anniversary of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s stone on September 23rd, Scholastic has announced a really cool opportunity for Harry Potter fans to sit in the throne used by JK Rowling at Carnegie Hall.
Starting at 8 AM on September 23rd within the Scholastic Headquarters, fans will sit in that throne and take turns reading from Sorcerer’s Stone until the book is finished! Those participating will receive a commemorative souvenir, and the first 100 people will also get a copy of Sorcerer’s Stone anniversary edition!
The event will also be streamed to the internet so fans from around the world can enjoy this special occasion. Everyone who attends : Have fun!!!
Okay people, I think Grottodiego’s a genius and his stories must be really interesting because he is in contact with Warner Bros. and J.K. Rowling(through her agent). I want to congratulate him for giving such a huge and unprecedented contribution to the Harry Potter world. J.K. Rowling and all her fans were really depressed after the series ended with Deathly Hallows. But her story has been well kept alive by fan-fiction and Grotto’s story is really a top-notch fan-made story. And its a great idea to keep the story going not through Harry himself but through his son. So, if you want it you can download it from www.elderscrossing.com(that’s the first one, and second one is coming out on 1st September, 2008). Its in PDF format and only 5.2 MB. You can easily download it.
Now, everyone knows that the Harry Potter series has ended and people eagerly wait for movies. But, there’s disappointment in that respect too because HBP movie has been delayed and this will result in delay of Deathly Hallows(I suppose, but hope it doesn’t happen). Again, Deathly Hallows is going to be released in two parts. So, we need such fan-fiction to keep us occupied for a long time.
I posted the typed version of the prequel previously. For those who want the original handwritten version, I have two links from Mugglenet.(The story is posted in two pages). So here goes:
Click Here for first page.
Click Here for second page.
If you too have trouble reading it there’s always the typed version. 
This is an online version of the prequel written by J.K. Rowling and 12 other authors. This prequel was written for charity and yielded $50,000 for charity.
Here’s the story :-
The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted,”Whoa!” Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail lights, vanished up the narrow side street.
“We’ve got ‘em now!” cried PC Anderson excitedly. “That’s a dead end!”
Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.
There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour’s chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brickwall and the police car, which was now crawling towards them like some growling luminous-eyes predator.
There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.
“Get off the bike!” he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.
They did as they were told, finally pulling free from the broken wing mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair, his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter’s guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in t-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, timeless rock band.
“No helmet!” Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. “Exceeding the speed limit by-by a considerable amount!” (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) “Failure to stop for the police!”
“We’d have loved to stop for a chat,” said the boy in glasses,”only we were trying–”
“Don’t get smart-you two are in a heap of trouble!” snarled Anderson. “Names!”
“Names?” repeated the long-haired driver.”Er-Well, let’s see. There’s Wilberforce…Bathsheba…Elvendork…”
“And what’s nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy OR a girl,” said the boy in glasses.
“Oh, our names, did you mean?” asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage.”You should’ve said! This here is James Potter, and I’m Sirius Black!”
“Things’ll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little-”
But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical, fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.
For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than-
“Drumsticks?” jeered Anderson. “Right pair of jokers, aren’t you? Right, we’re arresting you on a charge of–”
But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.
The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying-actually flying- up the alley on broomsticks-and at the same moment,the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.
Fisher’s knee bucked; as he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher’s legs and fell on top of him, as flump-bang-crunch- they heard the mean on brooms slam into the suspended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.
The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.
“Thanks very much!” called Sirius over the throb of the engine.”We owe you one!”
“Yeah, nice meeting you!” said James. “And don’t forget: Elvendork! It’s unisex!”
There was an earth-shaking crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle’s turn to rear. Before the policemen’s disbelieving eyes, it took off into thin air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
From the prequel I am not working on-but that was fun! J.K. Rowling.2008
[The above line is actually J.K. Rowling's signature. This is a typed version. The actual version was in her own handwriting and many people were having trouble reading it.]
