Dumbledore Quotes Turn On The Light Novels & Stories

The Sparks of lightning were so intense that every step he took left burn marks on the ground as he walked. "You're supposed to be dead" Albus said in a horrified tone as he continued to back away. "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!!" he yelled as he turned and started running. Yen followed right behind him, repeating the words "why are you running?" "Why are you running?" "Why are you running?" "Why are you running?"

Aunt Dorothy says urgently. Aunt Dorothy places an empty sage bowl from her bag onto the ground directly in front of her. She places some rosemary on the bottom of the bowl. She then lights a stick of sage and, without blowing out the flame, chants the following words. “Fire bright, Sage Light. What was made wrong is being made right. The memory is gone, what’s done is done. All will be well by morning sun.” Aunt Dorothy blows out the flame and lets the smoke smoulder into the air. And then she begins to chant:

"Take my hand and free yourself from this torture the darkness has imposed on you. Only you have the power to bring it to light." Charles stood immobile for a moment, contemplating my words. Slowly, he reached out and grasped my hand, his grip firm and determined. "Life has been so dark for so long," he began, his voice filled with a mix of fear and determination. "But maybe, just maybe, with your help, I can find my way back to the light." I nodded my head as a light emerged from my body, casting a warm glow towards Charles. The darkness seemed to retreat, inch by inch, as the light enveloped him. Charles closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a glimmer of hope returning to his weary soul.

"In books I have travelled,not only to other worlds, but into my own " I abruptly slammed the brakes . Samuel got up with a start from the backseat and Scar continued with her rhyme "Jingle bells, umbridge smells, losers go away. Draco's hot Voldemorts not, Hogwarts all the way hey!!" Sam and me turned our heads towards scar simultaneously. We looked at her for a while , she stopped singing and Sam was the first to break the silence

The music slowly fades of as lights faded, changing the scene. Light Fades. I have been through dozens of books, tried reaching for Arakah, even tried concentrating but all I get is one same result. One that takes me back to this. Daniel stretched out a note which perhaps, as seen, he tore out from a book. Pouncing more books on the 'Palace Library WideSpread Table', he opened the pages up to specific pages and each had the same result. "Divided gesture power of witches conquers what destroys light."

Damon smiled at her, thankful she’d taken up that task. “I don’t have a clue, but it reminds me of the saying the quill is mightier than the sword. I guess some magic user took the saying to heart.” Eva mention an old quote Damon didn’t know the origin of, or if the pen had any connection to the quote. “Either way, we have a pen that scares me more than anything else I’ve read about here yet.”

“Together, we can face anything!” The shadows writhed, but the light surged, illuminating their surroundings with a warmth that felt like home. “We won’t give in!” Lyra shouted, her voice filled with newfound strength. “We will embrace who we are!” As the light reached its peak, it erupted into a radiant explosion, engulfing the darkness in a brilliant flash. The shadows screamed, twisting and contorting as the light pierced through the malevolence. “No! You cannot do this!” the figure shrieked, its voice filled with panic.

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."