Lily started to glow a golden hue. Her wand was pointed in the air, and from its end, a beam of golden light shot to the heavens. The beam disappeared, and then a gold form appeared in the sky. It was a golden bird, a phoenix. Though unusually large in scale, it was close to the size of a dragon. It flew into the nest of wraiths, and each time it flew through one, it seemed to consume it entirely. One by one, the wraiths disappeared, and when the last one had gone, the phoenix shrank down to normal size and sat beside Lily, who was still lying on the floor.