Legend of the Phoenix
A/N: Very little in this story is mine. What you don't recognize from the glorious work of J.K. Rowling is most likely mine if not I'll mention who's it is. All similarity to another author(s) works excluding J.K. Rowling is unintentional unless otherwise noted.
Prologue
Slowly conciousness returned to him and he began assessing the state of his wellbeing. His muscles were aching, he was drenched in sweat and he realized his memory of the last few hours seemed a bit hazy. Realizing that there would be little he could do about his aching body he began to try and recollect his memory and figure out what had happened to him.
He began concentrating on the magic he had gathered for the final step of his animagus ritual. As the sun began to set he quickly chanted," Metamorpho Naturae Nocturnum!," and drank the bubbling luminescent concoction he had brewed earlier. Grimacing at the taste he set the silver goblet down, wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his robes, and sat down to patiently wait for the sun to set fully.
As the last sliver of the great golden disc faded from view his whole world briefly exploded into pain and flames before blissful darkness enveloped him.
"Well that certainly explains alot....I wonder what went wrong?", he pondered.
With a grunt of pain he rolled himself over and carefully stood up to examine himself and his equipment. He slowly cracked open his eyes after the wave of dizziness finished assaulting his senses and sighed in annoyance. Everything excepting his robes and his wand were totally destroyed and even his robes were badly charred in several places.
"At least the anti-detection wards held up, or else I'd already be facing some hard questions...probably under veritaserum.," he mused.
Deciding not to push his luck, he grabbed up his wand, quickly cleaned up the mess and left the park.
To Be Continued in Chapter One - Strange Occurences