A/N: We sadly and very tearily don't own anything JK Rowling created, or anything else you might recognize. The things you see and may say, "Hmm, well that's new!" probably and most definitely belong to us.
Prologue
Fawkes intertwined her slender pale fingers as she watched Lilith McGonagall set the beaten brown Sorting Hat on an equally ancient stool. She carefully and quietly listened as the crackly deep voice of the hat resounded across the room.
For the time has come for once again,
the Houses to accept more kin.
But I fear that now the time has come,
for Hogwarts to become undone.
Fawkes froze; that was the shortest and eldest song that the hat had ever sung. Fawkes's fiery red eyes widened and her skin paled even more, if that was possible, as she stiffened with the realization. But slowly Fawkes relaxed and put her elbows on the table and stared at the first years with a clear expression. If anything, over the years the children had become even smaller.
"Aburn, Lane," Professor McGonagall called and a short fat boy stumbled up to the chair and pulled the hat over his rather large head. After a moment of consideration the hat yelled,
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Avery, Piper," Professor McGonagall called and a pretty, brunette girl sat on the stool and carefully put the hat on, who instantly shouted,
"SLYTHERIN!"
The girl took off the hat and handed it back to Professor McGonagall before walking over to the furthest table on the right where the other Slytherins were clapping. Fawkes leaned back in her chair and watched as the list went on.
"Black, Regulus."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Black, Sirius."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
And so the slow torture went on. Fawkes just couldn't understand the use of Sorting houses, but it was a tradition, and who was she to deny tradition? Fawkes was practically almost asleep when a name caught her attention.
"Riddle, Helios," Professor McGonagall called. Fawkes's eyes focused on a boy walking up to the chair, his dark red hair was covered, along with his whole head, by the Sorting hat. After a minute's hesitation the hat yelled,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Riddle, Nyx." A girl walked up to the stool and, like the boy before her, her red-ish/black-ish hair was covered with the hat. It took almost as long for the hat to choose for the boy, if not longer. When it finally did decide, the hat cackled,
"SLYTHERIN!"
Fawkes clapped slowly, her brows furrowed. These must be the two Albus mentioned, she thought as the Sorting went on. So then why, in the sacred name of Merlin, are they in two different houses? Completely different houses?
Finally the Sorting ended when "Zabini, Marie" was sorted into Slytherin. Fawkes stood up, her fiery red hair cascading down her back and her pale skin luminous against the snow-white cloak she wore.
"Hullo students of Hogwarts, new and old. I am Fawkes Ivory, the Headmistress, and Professor Ivory to my students." Fawkes smiled good naturedly at all the students, a twinkle in her fiery eyes. "Now among you there are brave, smart, loyal, and cunning. But to me you are all the same, so do not disappoint me. With that let us begin the feast." Fawkes sat down and the platters that were empty seconds ago were suddenly full of food.
Halfway through the feast a loud, crashing echoed through the castle; it caused the ground to shake and the candlelights to flicker. As suddenly as it started, the shaking stopped. That's when the confusion and shouting started. Fawkes stood up and pointed her want at her throat.
"Sonorus." Fawkes' voice was suddenly booming around the room. "Be quiet and be still!" she shouted, and as a response, everyone sat and closed their mouths. Fawkes whispered, "Quietus." and her voice stopped echoing.
"Rosa," Fawkes whispered to the redhead next to her. "Please go find out what happened." The redhead nodded and walked quickly and quietly out of the room. Fawkes sat through the rest of the feast with an aching suspicion of the crashing noise.
"Okay students," Fawkes said as the feast ended. "Hogwarts wishes to—" But she was cut off by another crash, shake, and flickering of the lights. Suddenly Rosa reappeared and motioned Fawkes over, which she immediately complied to.
"All the common rooms' entry ways are all closed off from collapsed rocks," Rosa whispered hurriedly. "I don't know where the last crash is coming from but—" Rosa was cut off as another woman walked up.
"It's coming from the Astronomy tower," she said. The woman had weathered tan skin, electric blue eyes, and a wooden leg.
"Annabeth Moody." Fawkes smiled. "You sure do look like Alastor."
"The castle is crumbling, Fawkes; we need to evacuate the students," Rosa said urgently. Fawkes nodded and clapped her hands loudly. The hall quieted as she walked back up to the front of the room.
"Students and Staff of Hogwarts, I fear that the castle is crumbling. I need you all to calmly exit the castle and enter the grounds." She did some quick guesswork as to how long it would take to repair the castle back to normal-standards.
"For the next two years Hogwarts will be shut down due to repairs. I'm sorry, but you all will have to go abroad for the two years while Hogwarts is under construction," Fawkes told them. She then faced the staff while the students whispered. "I am sorry, but if you decide to help rebuild Hogwarts, you'll be paid for your troubles and expenses. But only if you help with the construction."
"Jeffery, Lani, Willamina, and Star, I need you to go and lead your students out to the grounds. Rosa, go call the Hogwarts Express back; the students need to return home." Fawkes sighed. "They won't be back for two years."
A/N: Hey you guys! Jeez, yeah we know, that was rather boring, but necessary. Now we (Nisaba and Seshat) realize that there OF COURSE will be typos, grammatical errors, and punctuation errors. No one is perfect, so don't expect us to be. Especially not us. =)
So Fawkes is Dumbledore's Fawkes the Phoenix, and yes we do realize that Fawkes is a boy, but we decided to make him a her and an animagus.
Now, here's how the chapters are gonna work; there will be two main characters, and each chapter will switch the POV.
Nisaba, also known as Eclipse, is the writer of Nyx (or just think of her as Nyx.) This is also Nisaba's (and Eclipse's, actually, seeing as they're the same person... unless she is schizophrenic {which she probably is}) first fanfiction, so she'd REALLY love to have some feedback! So all of you first-time authors out there who know the feeling of putting yourself and your creation out there, you know how she feels, so get yer fingers typing a review for her! :P
Seshat, also known as Witchy Nike, is the writer of Helios (We would say think of her as Helios, but, you know, Witchy Nike isn't a dude, therefore Seshat isn't either. Sorry folks! That's how life is.) So, if any of you who are reading this just happen to be a guy and realize that what is in Helios' views may not exactly be how a normal thirteen year old guy would put it, we're sorry. Seshat is trying her best to think like a guy, and trust us, it's scaring her to death having to put herself through that! ;)
But anyways, the splitting of the chapters and characters doesn't mean that one of us is in charge of that chapter entirely; we are both in charge of everything. So all of this little creation is our ideas. The A/N will either be signed Nisaba, Seshat, or Nisaba and Seshat, depending on who did most of the work.
Anyways, hope you liked it and come back for more! You know what? Even if you didn't like it, tune in for next time. You might find it gets better than you may think.
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