AN: New story! Hopefully everyone likes it and if not then that's your right. I got tired of looking for good crossovers in this section and decided to write one of my own.


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Fawkes was tired. He was sick and tired of having to deal with his human companion. It wasn't as though the man had become evil and twisted, for if he had Fawkes would've left many years ago. No, what he was tired of was the fact that the man- while still inherently good- thought that everyone needed to be under his control. It had something to do with the time he grew up in, his messed up philosophies of "The Greater Good" and something to do with all of the lemon candies he liked to eat. Fawkes had tried burning them once, but the man had a never-ending supply safely hidden somewhere. It was very frustrating.

It had been tolerable at first, but when the young messy haired chick with green eyes came to the castle, it became almost unbearable. Fawkes had barely taken notice of the little chick, yes he registered the chick's magical core was larger than average, but that sort of thing didn't really interest him. He was ancient after all and had seen many powerful wizards in his time. No it was when Fawkes had first seen the young one battle against a troll for another chick that he barely even knew that he fully looked at the little chick that entered Hogwarts, and decided to watch him.

The entire first year, with the red stone that granted long lasting life, was just a big headache to Fawkes. The next year with the bloody snake was worse. Because the old man hadn't noticed the foul aura entering the school, everyone suffered. That is when Fawkes had to take matters into his own hands or well, claws. He sensed whenever the snake was let loose and conveniently devised ways to keep people safe without revealing himself.

He was a phoenix; he could do that kind of thing.

Although, he did have to reveal himself to the messy haired chick when he went to do battle with the snake. That's when he developed his own, small connection to the young one. When he cried into the boys wound he did more than save the boy, he placed a small amount of his own magic within him, so that he could keep track of him and lend a hand, even if he wasn't there. It turned out to be a good idea seeing as the next year he had to deal with those abominations known to the humans as dementors.

He noticed that they seemed to be attracted to the messy haired one, and he noticed the small ripples throughout time occurring throughout the school. Again, at the end of the year, he noticed an even larger distortion in time that he investigated himself.

It seemed that the messy haired one and the bushy haired one had gone back to save the one known as Buckbeak and the dog man known as Sirius Black, when they were attacked by the dementors. There were many of them and he knew that the messy haired one couldn't fight them on his own, so he lent the boy a bit of his own magic to help him perform the spell that repelled the disgusting creatures. It helped that the wand contained one of his feathers, convenient.

All seemed fine until the next year where, again, the messy haired chick was once again in danger because of the negligence of the staff and the manipulations of a man pretending to be another.

He watched and helped as the boy faced off against another creature of fire, dragon. His performance was worthy of any flying animal, and it made Fawkes puff out his chest a little in pride that he had chosen such an able chick.

He had to watch helplessly as he dealt with the creatures of the water, mermaids, grindylows, and squids. He trailed his chick as he made his way through the maze with many exotic creatures of the earth, sphinx, spiders, and even the cross breeds the large one created.

Then he watched as his young one was taken, where he didn't know. But he came back, hurt and damaged, but alive. He mourned for the loss of life so young but he couldn't help but be relieved that the messy haired chick was still alright.

But once again, over the course of the summer the young one was attacked by those foul soul sucking creatures, again, and this time it was because of a toad like lady. Fawkes knew, but not for certain that she had something to do with it. He would bet his tail feathers on it.

He did listen to the old man's random mumblings after all.

And now he learns that the toad one was coming here to teach the students because there was no one else to do it. At least according to the old man.

So now, he had three problems.

One, how to protect the young chick he was fond of from the old man's manipulations, however much good he means by them, which has, so far, done more harm than good.

Two, how to protect the students from this toad like woman who exuded such a foul and evil disposition, that the real toads would be ashamed that they shared a likeness to her.

And three, how to protect the young one from the evil snake like man who killed many.

After going through all of the possibilities, he could only see one viable option.

He turned to the old man, who was also wracking his brain for a solution to the teacher problem, sending his thoughts along the ever-fading bond.

This needed to be done.

Now.

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Dumbledore was not having a very good day, no scratch that, he was not having a very good month.

First the attack on Harry, the trial, the fact that he was losing all of his positions of power thanks to that idiot of a minister, dealing with the dark lord who was taking advantage of the lack of belief in his return, just to name a few.

And, not to mention if he couldn't find a teacher for the defense position within the next few days it would go to that horrible woman only known as Umbridge.

He was really running out of time and ideas to deal with all of this.

He was just about give it all up as a lost cause, choosing to deal with the woman and the problems she would doubtlessly bring, when he felt Fawkes sending him a message along their bond.

Over the years Dumbledore had noticed that the bond was becoming more and more muddy. It was not as clear as it used to be although he just assumed that it was because he hadn't been giving Fawkes as much attention since young Harry arrived at the school.

"What is it my old friend?" he said as he stared into Fawkes deep black eyes. It was a moment before he spoke again, this time in shock.

"You know someone who can take on the defense position?"

Fawkes just nodded.

"Can you take me there, right now?"

Another nod.

"Well, whatever are we waiting for? Let's go," he said while grabbing onto Fawkes tail feathers, never knowing that this decision would drastically alter his plans for young Harry Potter.


AN: R&R