Harry Potter and the Phoenix Feather
"No…get…away…no…no…NO!" Harry Potter screamed as he jolted
awake from his dream. His eyes darted around his bedroom, and his breath
came in short, pitiful gasps. He closed his eyes, trying to get his bearings. He
tried to calm himself, but his dream had been so frightening! So vivid! And
worst of all…he knew it could happen.
He sat up in bed and absently rubbed his forehead. He swung his legs
over the side of his bed and sat there, almost dazed.
How could he have possibly thought that this could happen? His
sleep-drugged brain must have short-circuited. This would never happen.
There was no way.
Draco Malfoy and…Hermione?
She had been hanging on his arm, laughing evilly, almost cackling,
about a deed she had just accomplished. Malfoy's eyes were gleaming
curiously as he begged her to tell him what she'd done. She replied that
she'd show him. Then she rolled up the left sleeve of her robe.
The Dark Mark. Newly burned on the inside of her left forearm.
Voldemort then walked onto the scene, and congratulated Hermione. He
now had a link to all Mudbloods and…to him. To Harry. Then they'd all
laughed together.
He shook his head, trying to clear it of the awful images. There was
no way that Hermione would go over to the Dark Side. Plus, she would be
killed before she could declare her intentions to join. Hermione was Muggle-
born, and that placed her in one of the most hated categories of Death Eaters.
There was absolutely no way that this could ever, ever happen.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he heard a sound that sent chills up and
down his spine. He had heard it just twice before in his life. Phoenix song.
He whipped his window up and stuck his head out.
He saw an enormous red bird floating toward him, its beak curved up
in a smile. Harry could hardly believe his eyes. It was Fawkes, Professor
Dumbledore's personal pet. It was carrying something in its beak that looked
like a letter. The phoenix stopped outside the window and hovered there,
waiting for Harry to draw his head in so it could enter the room. He did so,
and the bird swooped in and landed on his bed. Fawkes handed the letter to
Harry, then waited patiently, watching him.
Harry ripped open the letter and quickly read it, his emerald eyes
widening in disbelief, astonishment, and finally, pleasure.
He, Harry, had been named a prefect! A prefect of Hogwarts School!
"Now I can legally use that bathroom…" he murmured absently.
His smile faded very suddenly. He, Harry had been named a prefect.
A prefect of Hogwarts School.
One face stood in front of him, scowling in jealousy. Ron. What
would happen if Ron hadn't been made a prefect? Harry sat down, knowing
all too well the boundaries of Ron's jealousy. It was exactly that-there were
no boundaries. Harry hung his head, his eyes staring but seeing nothing but
Ron's face, twisted into a scowl of jealousy.
I know that was terrible. And short. Please review with suggestions for
improvement.
Diclaimer: I own no one except Maria, who isn't even in the story yet, so
never mind. But they all belong to the genius of J.K. Rowling.
"No…get…away…no…no…NO!" Harry Potter screamed as he jolted
awake from his dream. His eyes darted around his bedroom, and his breath
came in short, pitiful gasps. He closed his eyes, trying to get his bearings. He
tried to calm himself, but his dream had been so frightening! So vivid! And
worst of all…he knew it could happen.
He sat up in bed and absently rubbed his forehead. He swung his legs
over the side of his bed and sat there, almost dazed.
How could he have possibly thought that this could happen? His
sleep-drugged brain must have short-circuited. This would never happen.
There was no way.
Draco Malfoy and…Hermione?
She had been hanging on his arm, laughing evilly, almost cackling,
about a deed she had just accomplished. Malfoy's eyes were gleaming
curiously as he begged her to tell him what she'd done. She replied that
she'd show him. Then she rolled up the left sleeve of her robe.
The Dark Mark. Newly burned on the inside of her left forearm.
Voldemort then walked onto the scene, and congratulated Hermione. He
now had a link to all Mudbloods and…to him. To Harry. Then they'd all
laughed together.
He shook his head, trying to clear it of the awful images. There was
no way that Hermione would go over to the Dark Side. Plus, she would be
killed before she could declare her intentions to join. Hermione was Muggle-
born, and that placed her in one of the most hated categories of Death Eaters.
There was absolutely no way that this could ever, ever happen.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he heard a sound that sent chills up and
down his spine. He had heard it just twice before in his life. Phoenix song.
He whipped his window up and stuck his head out.
He saw an enormous red bird floating toward him, its beak curved up
in a smile. Harry could hardly believe his eyes. It was Fawkes, Professor
Dumbledore's personal pet. It was carrying something in its beak that looked
like a letter. The phoenix stopped outside the window and hovered there,
waiting for Harry to draw his head in so it could enter the room. He did so,
and the bird swooped in and landed on his bed. Fawkes handed the letter to
Harry, then waited patiently, watching him.
Harry ripped open the letter and quickly read it, his emerald eyes
widening in disbelief, astonishment, and finally, pleasure.
He, Harry, had been named a prefect! A prefect of Hogwarts School!
"Now I can legally use that bathroom…" he murmured absently.
His smile faded very suddenly. He, Harry had been named a prefect.
A prefect of Hogwarts School.
One face stood in front of him, scowling in jealousy. Ron. What
would happen if Ron hadn't been made a prefect? Harry sat down, knowing
all too well the boundaries of Ron's jealousy. It was exactly that-there were
no boundaries. Harry hung his head, his eyes staring but seeing nothing but
Ron's face, twisted into a scowl of jealousy.
I know that was terrible. And short. Please review with suggestions for
improvement.
Diclaimer: I own no one except Maria, who isn't even in the story yet, so
never mind. But they all belong to the genius of J.K. Rowling.