Prologue
Taken With The Ashs.
By dreamtdreams
Fawkes trilled sadly as he gazed around the empty room the air still, like death itself had taken residence in the usually love filled place, his amber gaze slid around the room and landed on his perch; it was his home in his master's office, made of the purest gold with intricate silver engravings what decorated it's base and slowly crept forward making it seem like the flame engraving was going to slowly consuming the stand, three rubies placed evenly apart shined merrily as the light hit them, it was the only thing what was really his that his master had left behind for him.
His master. His family. His best friend, had been murdered and despite knowing that his master's death would happen one day in his life, it hit him hard and fast. Knowing that the only person that had ever truly understood him, the person he had been searching for centuries for, had gone and left him to face the pitying looks from the students and faculty that occupied the halls of Hogwarts during school time.
Fawkes' dull amber eye's peered back at him, as the phoenix gazed at his reflection, the previous headmaster's and mistress' stared back at him refraining themselves from whispering comforting words knowing that the prideful nature of Fawkes had retreated and he was displaying the emotions that he had felt since he was but a hatchling about 400 years ago. He felt pain, denial, the urge to protect himself from the foreign feelings but the strongest one was the one what called out to him to take a mate, to find his life-long partner the one that could take away the pain that he felt and replace it was joy.
Slowly he stood up on his two feet, spreading out his large wings as he did, while mimicking one of the human action's what he picked up when one was frustrated among other things, he groaned, except it came out more like a wheezy breath. Some of his golden tail feathers and his crimson body feather's fell out as he did. He knew it was soon, it had been about 100 years since his last Burning day and he had to have his soon. A thought hit Fawkes it was common knowledge among Phoenix's that when you approach the day of burning you could choose to either regenerate or be reborn, like in the muggle folklore written about them. Yes, that would be best. In his mind Fawkes chose, he would embrace the flames in the couple of days and within the ash's he would be reborn.
He only hoped that Dumbledore's passing could be made easier during this time. The fleeting thought that he could find his mate passed through his head, yes it was possibility that it could happen but the chances were very slim. After all he had searched for years, but he always had to hope they were out there somewhere and that in time he would be able to meet them.
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It was three days later at exactly one 'o' clock that Fawkes appeared in Dumbledore's office with his signature flash of fire, his movements were slow and sluggish as he settled down on the wooden desk littered with old possession's, the feeling of refreshment, like he had just dived into the flames settled over his body, before he lost the ability to comprehend anything, and a few moments later the only sign that the Phoenix had been in the office was the small crimson egg engulfed in flames.
This is basically a tester chapter since I'm trying to broaden the genre's/fandoms I write in so if you couldn't tell I'm new to this having never written in the Harry Potter fandom and slash in general, sure I've read it but writing it is completely different! I'll leave this up here for a couple of weeks and if it gets any readers I'll keep it up. So, review?