I have been weak for days. Dumbledore keeps saying to get on with it, to get it over with, but not now, not yet, soon, but not yet... The door opens and the boy walks in. I gave my tail feather for the boy's want and I'm proud of it. However, I'm not proud of my other feather. His wand, Voldemort's wand that I was ashamed of. Dumbledore said it isn't my fault but he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand the pain or the shame. The boy looked around he say me and made a disturbed face, I smiled on the inside. The boy, Harry Potter,had a lightning scar on his forehead. I felt pain. Distant pain, as if I had experienced pain in the past and I was trying to remember how it had felt. It didn't hurt but it used to but it never did. It's difficult to explain. I felt faint heat and saw the fire rise around me. The boy, Harry, looked scared and worried but there was an air of amusement and wonder in his eyes. Then everything went black.
I was small and weak, surrounded by ashes. I heard Dumbledore speaking to Harry. I poked my head up out of the ashes. They both looked at me. I looked back. Then I began making a nest in the ashes of myself.