An odd, but humorous idea from my insane brain
Harry sat in Dumbledore's office, frustration pouring off his body.
"This is so frustrating. Fawkes can go anywhere, right? Why can't he just grab Voldemort and go drop him in a volcano somewhere!" Harry finally burst out, to Dumbledore's surprise.
Fawkes instantly perked up on his perch by the window.
The headmaster just shook his head understandingly, "Unfortunately, it is not that simple. Voldemort has taken steps to ensure that his death is not permanent."
Harry slouched farther down in his chair scowling, "So? He can use different volcano's for these soul repositories you've talked about. Even if it doesn't destroy them, he'll have a devil of a time getting to them under several million tons of molten lava."
Dumbledore and Harry were both shocked when Fawkes let out a high-pitched trill of victory and disappeared in column of flame.
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All over the wizarding, Fawkes flashed in, grabbed an item, then flashed out, only to appear over an active volcano and drop the item in.
A sapphire-studded diadem.
A golden chalice.
A silver locket.
A wildly struggling cobra.
And finally an equally struggling deformed humanoid figure.
And with each item dropped, a fragment of a soul shrieked in pain as its vessel was destroyed.
HPHPHPHPHP
Back in Dumbledore's office, Harry and the Headmaster sat silently for several minutes, wondering what in the world was happening.
Harry was about to ask the Headmaster where Fawkes had gone when he was hit with a sharp pain in his scar. "Ouch!"
"Harry, my boy, what's wrong?" Dumbledore asked in concern.
"I had a sharp pain in my scar," Harry said rubbing at the affected area. He again prepared to ask his question when there was another jolt. "Ow!"
This repeated another 3 times, before Harry finally slumped back in his seat, pain completely gone.
"Do you think Voldemort was trying to attack my mind again, Headmaster?" Harry asked as he sat trying to catch his breath.
Before the headmaster could formulate a reply, his office door burst open and Professor Snape rushed in, his left sleeve pushed up to his elbow. "Albus, look! The Dark Mark is gone! It's completely disappeared, not just faded like before!"
Albus stood, looking at his potions professor with frank amazement on his face.
Total silence dominated the office until there another burst of flame, and Fawkes returned to his perch, looking as smug as a bird could get.
