I only wish I could own Harry Potter. But I don't.

Prologue

Harry was running, slamming the door open in his hurry to get in.

"Please don't do this," he begged his youngest daughter. But she was already packed, a small rucksack around her neck. It most likely perused an Undetectable Extension Charm, he knew, and carried most anything important to her. She was holding her wand firmly, a determined look on her face.

"Dad, you know I want to," she told him, and he was shaking, though through grief or anger he did not know. His wife, Ginny, looked up at him, the sense of foreboding shared between them.

"You could stay with us," he said, desperate, "Fight for the cause in a different way."

He was the leader of the revolution against Voldemort, always had been, the Weasleys by his side, but it wasn't enough. He had lost his son to Death Eaters, and students besides, and he would not lose his daughter.

"James died for the cause," she said strongly. "I will not cower away from it." She would have been a Gryffindor, if they had followed the old ways. But children of revolutionaries didn't go to Hogwarts anymore.

"James was stronger than you," Ginny told her. "He learned more than you."

" And that's why I have to go to the Phoenix Academy!" Lily said, fire in her brown eyes. "I need to learn how to fight."

"And if you die, what then?" Harry asked, choking up at the thought. "We lost one child to them, and I will not outlive another."

"There is no assurance that anyone can make that we will live to see tomorrow," she reminded him. "I plan to take down as many Death Eaters as possible if I go down." Harry could see that there was no changing her mind.

He sighed, and couldn't help but think she was so much like her mother then. "You can go," He said, and she grinned in excitement. "On one condition, however." She did not stop grinning. "If you do not make it past the first round of eliminations, then you come back home and become a Healer."

"Done," she answered, that cocky grin still on her face. She was confident she could make the cut.

"Then go," he said, feeling so much older than he was. Lily, his youngest daughter, going off to learn how to fight, how to kill... it made him wish he had had the foresight to have found the diadem faster, had destroyed the cup before it had been seized, to have killed the snake. But now, they were with Voldemort, and he guarded them closer than ever.

Ginny pressed the coin, an enchanted golden Galleon, into Lily's palm. It had the same concept as the old Dumbledore's Army coins, combined with the abilities of a Portkey. It was her enrollment form and means of communication rolled into one.

Harry and Ginny hugged their youngest child together, tears pouring shamelessly down both their faces.

"Go," Ginny said. "Fight for what's right. And be safe." She released her daughter.

"Stay safe," Harry echoed, wishing that she was a little red-haired girl going off to Hogwarts for the first time, rather than a teenager that was being sent to the place where she would learn to face Death itself.

"I am the flame of the phoenix," Lily Luna Potter said, clutching the coin, and disappeared.

Hello! Thank you for reading thus far. Please review, I would very much like the feedback, and I will try to reply to as many as I can.

And, by the way, kudos to whoever knows where I got the title from.

-PhoenixCycle