Two Of A Kind • H. Potter

Chapter Seven » Book II

As the platform we stood on came to a halt, we stepped off and passed through a wooden door, into the headmaster's office.

"Professor Dumbledore?" I call out into the room. Not getting a response, I step in all the way and make my way up to his desk, Harry right behind me. Glancing around at all his trinkets, I note nothing has changed since I've been up here, which was just actually this past summer.

As Harry seemed to coast to one side of the room, studying all the books and clever displays that were always fun to look at, I took it upon myself to greet Fawkes.

Approaching the Phoenix, I couldn't help but notice how worn down he looked. He's probably due to burn up at anytime I think to myself, stroking his feathers by his beak with the back of my index finger. I took notice to him slightly leaning into my touch, causing a small smile to erupt on my face.

Harry soon made his way over, looking at the bird curiously. I pulled my arm back to my side as Fawkes cocked his head at Harry. My friend looked at the creature in delight, only to jump back in surprise a second later from seeing Fawkes being engulfed by flames. As fast as it happened, it was over. A pile of ashes lay at the bottom of the stand, preparing for the rebirth of the magnificent creature.

"Harry? (Y/n)?" Dumbledore said. I look up to the small deck-like structure that overlooked the room. He stood up there, dressed in a light chestnut-red robe, gazing down on us.

"Professor, your bird," said Harry in a panicky tone, "We couldn't do anything...he just caught fire."

"About time too. He's been looking dreadful for days. Pity you had to see him on a Burning Day. He's really very handsome most of the time." Dumbledore says, making his way down a set of stairs. Harry looks at him, completly confused.

"Fawkes is a Phoenix, Harry." I laugh lightly, hoping to ease his worry.

"Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes." Dumbledore continues to explain. He holds his hand out to the stand as a tiny head arises from the ashes, blinking and letting out a small chirp.

"Aww." I coo, slightly bending down to look at the new, reborn Fawkes.

"They are fascinating creatures, really." I start, not really being able to help myself, "They can carry immensely heavy loads, their tears have healing powers, and they make highly faithful pets." Standing upright again, I look back to Dumbledore who's eyes seemed to be twinkling.

"Ah, this one has always had a passion for creatures. It has caused her to end up in a few...troublesome situations though." I blush slightly at Dumbledore's reminder of a few certain situations I had found myself in due to my interest. Before our conversation could carry on anymore, someone barged through the door.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir! Wait! Listen! Professor Dumbledore, sir,
it wasn't Harry or (y/n)!" Hagrid told him, walking in with the dead rooster still hanging from his hand. I shift my eyes away from the carcus and back up to Hagrid.

"Hagrid-" the headmaster tried to stop him, but to no avail.

"In fact, I'd be prepared ter swear it in front o' the Ministry of Magic!" Said Hagrid. I smile up at him, greatful he had so much trust in us.

"Hagrid!" Dumbledore bellowed before becoming more calm, having gained the half-giant's attention, "Relax. I do not believe that Harry or (y/n) has attacked anyone." He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Well, of course you don't, and... Oh... Oh, right. Well, I'll, um-hum. I'll just wait outside, then." Said Hagrid quite awkwardly before turning back and walking out of the office.