Harry Potter Books Chronological Order Novels & Stories

The first book was from January – March, the second was from April – June, then, July – September, and lastly October – December. [That one. Page 20. That one, page 63. That one, page 43. And that one, page 60.] Phantom who heard everything loud and clear helped Shadow to show what page that didn't match the number. She delivered just the way it was as Midas picked each book with fascinating expression.

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me annoyed. I ignored him and turned the cover. Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Hunter took a few steps and took the book from me. "You know nothing about me." He opened the book, flipped through the pages until he found the page he was reading. "I know you for a year now. I think I know one or two things about you. One of it is that you don't read, especially a book." I picked up the bottle of beer from the ground and took a sip.

Gregory closes the book in front of him pushing it to the side. "So that we do not raise any more suspicion, you will wait approximately three days before you go to the city. I will have a maid fetch you a cloak; it is best not to stir up any more excitement than we already have. People may already know there is a dragon in their midst, but they need not know where,” Gregory decides. "I agree." I do not need frightened mice alerting my prey. Standing up I shoot a bright full smile at him before strutting to the door.

From start to finish the process of infusing my body’s energy field with magic proved intense. Every two hours, around the clock, I forced down six ounces of thick purplish sludge. If I fell asleep, Gwendoline woke me up to make sure I didn’t miss my dose. She was relentlessly diligent. I thought the taste and texture of her horrific magical concoction would eventually grow on me, but after a full week I still shuddered with each swallow.

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.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

"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