Harry Potter Order Of The Phoenix Chapters Novels & Stories

I lunged forward, ready to drive the blade into her and avenge my children. Suddenly, David burst in. A flash of golden-red streaked from him—a tiny phoenix chick, eyes ablaze, sank its talons deep into Alice's neck. In an instant, she collapsed, coughing up blood, dead with her eyes still wide open. The little phoenix fluttered up to my arm and nestled itself there. "Mom," it said, "I avenged you." It was Charles's voice. He had become my child once more. I cupped him gently in my palms and kissed his forehead.

A small notebook lay near his feet. He picked it up, it was Aria’s drawing book. He looked toward the school gate but it had already closed. A helpless sigh escaped him. “How did she not notice she dropped her drawing book?” Then he paused. He hadn’t noticed his missing keys or wallet either. That realization made him chuckle softly. For the first time in years, he felt a genuine lightness in his chest. He hesitated before opening the book. Inside were drawings, messy, colorful, childish. Drawings of her mother, Bella, dogs but none of her father. He flipped page by page until he reached one that made him still.

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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.

There were cobwebs everywhere, and I was not shocked because no one was in a hurry to learn that. Setting my satchel down on a nearby table, I pulled out the spell book and flipped to the chapter on protection. The symbols and instructions stared back at me looking very foreign. I ran my fingers over the pages, tracing the intricate designs as I whispered the first few words of the spell. I felt the air charge around me and for the first time in days, I felt a flicker of hope.

He paused briefly, then gestured toward the parchment in Raven’s hand with great reverence, “This is the only thing we retrieved, an ancient book made from animal hide, preserved through extraordinary means. We didn’t dare open it carelessly and brought it straight to you.” Raven lowered his gaze, fingers tracing the coarse surface of the book, his eyes flickering with both suspicion and curiosity. To his surprise, the handwriting on the aged pages remained sharp and clear, the ink as dark as though it had been freshly penned. Not a trace of fading or decay, surely preserved through some unique method. “Magic Array.” That was the book's title. Inside, each page revealed intricate drawings, t

In a dark room, Marcus Vane watched as Liora’s brain activity graphs began to spike sharply. A satisfied smile crossed his face. "Light up, Phoenix," Marcus murmured. "Show me the key to the future." END OF CHAPTER 36..

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she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of