PHOENIX SONG: CHAPTER 2


"I wasn't expecting to see you Minerva." The very tall blonde man said quietly. Minerva nodded.

"No, I don't believe that you were. May I come in; we have much to talk about." She said matter of fact. The tall man had a bad feeling about this. She was so serious and he hadn't seen her in years. In fact when he last saw her she was young and beautiful. She had aged well, and she was still very attractive. He however, never aged. His unusual condition saw to that. He took a deep breath and opened the door wider and let her in.

"Please come in, Minerva and make yourself comfortable." He gave her a wide open gesture and motioned her into the living room. She nodded and walked in to the room like she had been there hundreds of times. Nancy was still panting fearfully. Visitors were not usual here, anymore. A loud thumping could be heard as another man barged into the room. He was almost a foot shorter then the other man and had wild black hair that swept up into points. His eyes were wide and full of fire, he seemed ready for action. He came to a quick halt when he entered the room. He had a disappointed look on his handsome face when he saw that it was only an older woman that looks not in the least dangerous.

"It's quite alright, Logan. This is Minerva McGonagall, Minerva this is Logan." Victor introduced the two to each other.

"That's Professor McGonagall." She automatically corrected. Victor chuckled.

"Of course it is. I'm not surprised in the least." He smiled at her and she smiled back. "It's really good to see you again."

"She's one of them, isn't she?" Logan asked irritated. He almost growled. The Professor blinked in surprise.

"Ah, he is like you then?" She asked Victor, but it sounded like more of a statement.

"Yes, but until we met he hadn't even heard of the Wizarding World. He has spent all his life as a Muggle. The others thought he was a mutant; as well as myself." Victor chuckled ruefully.

"Yes well, no one could accuse Muggles of having any kind of imagination about such things." She agreed.

"So true. Nancy, my sweet; if you would be so good as to put on a kettle of water on the stove and brew us some Earl Grey tea that would be very good, dear." He said gently smiling at the girl. She was still panting. "There's really nothing to worry about, it's going to be just fine." He went over to the girl and rubbed her head comfortingly and kissed her cheek. "Really, it's going to be fine." He whispered in her ear. "Maybe we can have some of those nice cookies you made yesterday too. After all, it's not everyday we get company from abroad."

"That's an understatement, if I've ever heard one." She mumbled and trotted off to the kitchen. Her father chuckled.

"You'll have to forgive her. It's a little different over here. Ever since the plague wiped out most of North America, it's been kind of dangerous here. For everyone…fortunately my spells keep us pretty much unobserved." He explained.

"Yes, we heard it was very bad here, but it was rather bad in England and Europe as well. Is her mother….?" The Professor started.

"No, she's passed on; the virus took her quite quickly." Victor said sadly. He looked at Minerva, she looked very tired. "Please Minerva, dear…sit down and relax. It won't take to long for Nancy to brew the tea." The Professor moved to a comfortable looking chair and said down wearily. She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them. It seemed that she was building herself up for something. For several long moments, no one said anything. Victor and Logan sat down opposite Professor McGonagall and waited. After all she had traveled a very long distance to be here and what she had to say was probably important.