Mirror Of Erised Dumbledore Novels & Stories

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

Now he looked at her and said, “The choice not to become cruel when cruelty would be easy.” Mira looked away, the words touching places she’d kept guarded. Darius added, his voice lower, rougher, “If Sera returns, I will not treat her as the reason you matter.” Her throat tightened. It wasn’t trust yet. But it was the shape of trust, fragile and real. Later, after Mira had been escorted to rest, Galen examined the broken mirror frame in the security office. His fingers found a thin strip of moon-silver hidden inside the wood. Ritual script was etched along the back, most too degraded to read.

Decades turned to centuries and finally, my time was nearing, I had been studying the book intensely. There was one other key, the sorceress' heir. I was confused when the book mentioned her, saying that she was supposed to be my mate. It was written that my punishment would end when I meet her. The pages would write itself magically and when that day come, it would reveal my last task. My last quest to redeem my fault and break me from the curse. *****

"His name shocked Eryndor 'How has the tree come to know my name?' As he was still regaining his consciousness, Eryndor blurted out: 'Who's there?" Youngling's young greenish leaves trembled, releasing a faint and smothe rustle, as Elderwood's gentle voice enveloped her. 'Eryndor will save me, won't he?' she whispered, her delicate petals unfolding like tiny hands clasped in prayers. A tender shoot of hope sprouted within her, its tender tip reaching for the warmth of promise. Her roots deepened, clinging to the earth, as if unwilling to let go. "May I live long!"

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

"What happened? Are you alright, Mira?" "Yes, I will be once you are here. How far away are you?" "I will be there in thirty minutes," he said to me. "Make it twenty." "Whatever," he answered. The link cut. In twenty-five minutes, he arrived in all his glory. "What was the emergency, Mira?" "Here," I said to him, pointing at the burnt corpse on the floor. "Ahhhhhh! What the fuck did you do, Mira? What happened to him?"

he replied as he slowly walked about the room, carefully looking everything over "I know...I was just scared that your presence might jeopardize our plan" I mumbled as I bowed to him, he was my master after all. Erasmus was a powerful wizard whom Ariana had his master killed years ago when she had performed a ritual for Dylan and in return, Eric was the name of his master and Ariana had burnt him to ash.

"THE FIRST DOUBT IS VALIDATED. THE AUDIT OF THE WILL IS NON-LINEAR" The cracked mirror floor didn't just recede; it Transformed into a massive, spiraling Ziggurat of White-Hot Resolve. Eryx stood up, his mosaic-armor return with a violent, electric snap, the violet-black metal glowing with a heat that was no longer a shield, but a Vow of Eternal Presence. He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of iron, salt, and the End of the Stutter. "I doubt everything, Darlene," Eryx growled, his voice a tidal wave of gravel and love. "Except the fact that I’m yours".

' "None for me, thank you, dear, but... take some to Eliezer, if you would, please. He is in need of nourishment, no matter what he may tell you." "Of course, ma'am," Mira said, discreetly giggling. "Thank you," Dorcus replied softly. "I do very much appreciate your help with this." "As do I," Ben said, looking to Mira with a nod. Dorcus smiled at him, then nodded to Mira. "Go on." Mira bowed and hurried over to the entrance of the underground chambers with her long skirt dancing behind her as she went. "Ben," Dorcus said, turning to him with quiet consideration, "you do know he's alright?"