Harry Potter Book Series Order Novels & Stories

I watched as every member of Chaos’ family cut their palm open and make a trail of blood from where they stood to where the urn was placed without a hitch or pause in their chant. I felt the moment when a change occurred to the power flowing around and saw the exact moment when the urn went up in flames. The brighter it burned, the higher the chants went and the more it rattled. I held my breath when the lid of the urn flew right off of it as if kicked before it burst into pieces. Its bursting did not shock me as much as the phoenix that emerged out of it with its flaming wings wide spread and its head thrown back as it let out what sounded very much like a battle cry.

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"Some candidates have lasted three hours. Others barely make it an hour before they're begging to be released. But I should warn you... in that darkness, with your mind under assault, three hours will feel like three days." If three hours was the max, I wondered how horrible these things were going to be. We would be down there in darkness, alone, facing whatever horrors the mages could dream up. And he sounded excited? Genuinely thrilled at the mind warping hours into days due to the intensity of the mental pain. Yeah, Harrion was batshit crazy. If I thought he gave me goosebumps before, now he genuinely scared the hell out of me. "The trial begins in one hour," Harrion announced. "Use that

Queen Sabrina whispered, holding the King to hide her sobs while Colton held Jacey. “He shouldn’t have done that.” I whispered to myself and felt arms around me. “With the permission from king Teodor, take the body away and do the funeral.” Alastair ordered and few people scrambled to follow it. “Let us go inside.” He uttered to us and pulled me inside while I continued to blink at the place where it all happened. “It is ok.” He whispered after entering his Chambers while everyone left to guest chambers. “What have I done to make him hate me in that way?” I questioned out loud and couldn’t remove the hatred in his eyes towards me.

I go to the library where I see Abner Brooks. “Ahh, young Morgan, I’m not surprised to see you here.” He gives me a genuine smile. “I came to look for books on word alchemy, I’m not sure what or if they have any here.” “They do,” He bobs his head in thought, “Not a whole ton but Bear Clans are very spiritual and keep many records of Witch Alchemy.” He leads me to a section in the back and shows me a bookshelf of old and dusty books that look like they haven’t been touched in centuries. If at all. “Knock yourself out, let me know if I can be of any help.”

That was a relief at least I had a few days where I didn't do ninja moves at home as well as at school. I just looked around the entire study room and just now noticed that it was still very spacious. It's like a library with so many books there. There are also many huge bookshelves lined up and there is also a wooden ladder for the high parts of the bookshelves. I was tempted to look at the books there. They are all thick and they are in alphabetical order. They are all about politics, government rules, history, weaponry, and even spells and incantations. I snorted. The peg is just like Harry Potter, isn't it? But so far I haven't seen anyone doing magic or riding a broomstick.

List of everything you’ll need us under this: Bloodcursed Grimoire of Eternal Sorrow by Scarlet Pluto Engatron Phantom Dreamthron by King Seth History of Broken Families by Suellen Saneye Moonshadow, Sculptor of Dark Magic by Rueben Moonshadow Conqueror’s Handbook Moonshadow, Oath and Care of Magical Creatures by Denise Moonshadow. Protective gloves A cauldron Yours Sincerely, Headmistress Silvia Angel Headmistress Silvia Angel

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

Draco replied, stepping to the bookshelves and starting to pick up some books. They spent hours later reading and days later. Draco and Astrid came every day to read. Almost all of the books did not mention the First Sorcerer's name to get The Heart of Magic. This incident happened hundreds of years ago. That sorcerer was referred to as The Great Sorcerer. Astrid leaned against the bookshelf in despair. Under her feet laid the messy books she was reading. Draco sat on the floor not far from her. "It looks like our search was in vain," complained Astrid.

I needed a few more weeks to digest that accident. Determined, I wheeled back towards the shelves and reached out for the book but the shelf was too high and I only managed to touch the cover. I shook my head in frustration and tried again, pulling my arm even further and got hold of the cover. Absorbed, I forgot all about the childrens' books piled in front of my book and the more I pulled Harry Potter towards me, the more the other books would tip dangerously over my head. I gave one last harsh pull and the pile of books came tumbling down. I screamed, ducking for cover and waited for them to pound me but they never did.