Okay, I know that this chapter is very short, but it actually is pivotal in the story. It also might seem a little fruity, but just think of it as 'colorful' or 'vivid'.
Chapter 9
After Harry had finished his composition of Paralytic potions, he went into his dormitory and fell asleep.
. . .
Again, the wonderful sensation of flying through the air as a phoenix came to him.
His wings, covered with beautiful red feathers flapped gracefully in the night sky.
A broomstick could never match the emotion that came with gliding into the horizon as this wonderful creature.
. . .
Harry did not want to get up. His dream had been bliss, and he was still tired, but his watch said it was 8:00. Breakfast would start soon.
He sat up in his bed, and pulled the curtains back.
Standing at the edge of his bed, his eyes bloodshot, was Ron.
"Hi Harry," he said, irritated, "Did you have any good dreams?"
Harry found it strange that he was asking.
"Well, I did have a dream where I was a phoenix."
"Harry," Ron replied, "you WERE a phoenix."
Chapter 9
After Harry had finished his composition of Paralytic potions, he went into his dormitory and fell asleep.
. . .
Again, the wonderful sensation of flying through the air as a phoenix came to him.
His wings, covered with beautiful red feathers flapped gracefully in the night sky.
A broomstick could never match the emotion that came with gliding into the horizon as this wonderful creature.
. . .
Harry did not want to get up. His dream had been bliss, and he was still tired, but his watch said it was 8:00. Breakfast would start soon.
He sat up in his bed, and pulled the curtains back.
Standing at the edge of his bed, his eyes bloodshot, was Ron.
"Hi Harry," he said, irritated, "Did you have any good dreams?"
Harry found it strange that he was asking.
"Well, I did have a dream where I was a phoenix."
"Harry," Ron replied, "you WERE a phoenix."