A young boy exited the shopping centre with two bags of groceries in his hands. The bags were quite heavy, and he struggled to carry them. But his parents were at home sorting something out, he didn't know what precisely. Something about a div-vorce. He had no idea what that meant. He assumed it to be related to a fun day out.
Phoenix stumbled over his feet, but was just able to catch himself. A tall teenage girl came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey Phoenix, do you want me to carry those for you?" She asked, a look of concern on her face as Phoenix stumbled and fell.
"No, it's okay Miss Lira. I can manage." Phoenix assured, and continued his way home. It wasn't far off, as Phoenix lived in the little town of Framlingham, and everything was close together.
"Okay, but get home without hurting yourself! I don't want the Wrights to be yelling at me because I relented!" Miss Lira called. She still looked worried, but nevertheless, she went back home.
Meanwhile, Phoenix was stumbling all over the place. He was quite weak and fragile, but he still tried his best. He fell once more and landed flat on his face. I need to think of a plan. Maybe if I hang one bag on one of my spikes? Phoenix attempted to look at his spikes on the back of his head. He could just see the longest one if he tilted his head to one side and looked that way. The spikes twitched slightly in the wind. They were natural, no hair gel, nothing. Phoenix was simply born with them.
The young seven year old tried putting a heavy bag on one of his rigid spikes, but the bag just slipped off. He tried five times more, and then left it out of frustration. His house was only on the next street. He groaned, but suddenly he felt a tingling sensation in his chest, and he felt like he could lift anything. Phoenix quickly got up and lifted the bags with ease. How did I suddenly become stronger? He didn't dwell on it though as he strode onto his street, Truth Avenue.
It was quite a long street; and Phoenix lived at the end. He peered towards the end, in the direction of his house, and saw something massive glowing. It was glowing a fiery red, with hints of orange and yellow. No, it can't be! Phoenix ran as fast as he could towards the glowing light, his heart pounding with fear. The light became larger, until it was distinguishable as a house. His house, to be precise. Phoenix dropped the grocery bags in horror and ran towards the burning wreck.
What if Mum and Dad are in there? I've got to save them! The spiky haired kid ran into the house without needing to open the door, it had already fallen off. Phoenix coughed, the smoke was getting to his lungs, but he still tried to find his parents. He ran into his parents' room, and what he saw wasn't a pretty sight.
His mother and father were underneath a heavy chunk of wood pressing down on their chests. It didn't help that the chunk of wood was on fire. Their still bodies were black with soot, and their clothes were singed. Phoenix felt the world fall from underneath him. He fell to his knees in sadness and cried. He cried for all he was worth. He cried about many things. His parents' death, his parents arguing ferociously, one of his parents going out to the bar in a fit of rage, leaving him at home with a the other very angry parent, his parents getting drunk every day. But even though his parents were horrible, he still loved them with all his heart.
Phoenix's tears were so powerful that they put out a tiny bit of the fire. The young boy collapsed next to his parents, fear and sadness clear on his tear sodden face.
"How's he doing?" One firefighter said. The other looked at the little boy on the stretcher, and then looked at the burnt remains of the house. Mr. And Mrs. Wright were laid out on a stretcher, a cloth covering their dead bodies.
"It's a miracle he's alive. Heck, it's even more of a miracle that he went in there without getting hurt in any way. If I didn't know better, I'd say this kid was magical."
Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that what he just said was true. For Phoenix Wright was indeed, magical.
A/N- Hey there! This is my first time publishing a crossover story. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney and Harry Potter are two of my favourite things. Reviews are welcomed, and I think you can rate stories? I'm not sure. But if you can, please rate it! There are very few crossovers about these two things, so I decided to make one. Tell me what you think in your reviews!