The Black Phoenix
Prologue:
"I can explain," I know my face is as open and innocent as a Slytherin's can be. I'm not sure how I got to be in Number 12 Grimmauld Place but I am, still standing amazingly enough. All of the Weasleys' faces are in a similar look of shock and Harry Potter looks like he is about to topple out of the bloody chair he is sitting in.
"How'd you get in here? There are blood wards around this damn property!" The old, cranky Auror who used to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher demanded.
I flicked my grey away towards him and raised a single eyebrow with a smirk. My eyes meet a similar grey that are stone.
"That's not important right now," I swallow. "Look, Potter isn't wrong about the king red-head. The snake that bit him had poison added to her system that only phoenix tears will heal. The wound will just keep reopening until Fawkes cries on him." I was met with incredulous looks. Outrage bubbled up from my stomach. I raised my nose and turned my head. "Look, you can believe me or not, but I do not waste my time spreading falsehoods, so if you'll excuse me, I have a proper Yule celebration to attend," I snapped haughtily. Draco did tell me this was a bad idea.
The grey-eyed man sprang into action. "Harry, firecall Dumbledore now. Boys, get ahold of your mother, the faster the hospital knows the better. Moody, go to the hospital and set up a patrol, someone wanted Arthur dead. NOW!" His final cry broke the shock freezing the room and had it in a flurry of moment in a heartbeat.
I stepped back, preparing to make my escape in the chaos. "You, you don't leave. Please. Just, please. What's-What's your name?" His grey eyes are so desperate that I can no longer let him bare the weight of our name alone. My eyes grow misty at what could have been.
"Cassiopeia Alya Black." The stunned look in his eyes was worth it. That was all I managed before I fainted.