Drabble #2: Fawkes/Harry (Platonic but could turn into Love later...I may just entertain that...)

Emotions: Innocence and pure affection.

Rating: T

He was nothing but a bird. One of man's best friends, and a pretty thing muggles would try to put in a zoo.

He wasn't supposed to have any opinions or feelings, but he did. At first, it caused a giant commotion. After all, why would a bird not eventually bow down to humanity's will after being poked and prodded? Shouldn't he have given up already?

No. No, he didn't. Instead he rose from the ashes like the phoenix he was, and left. Soaring across the sky, and enjoying the freedom it brought him. However, freedom would not keep him alive. You see, he was only a tiny chick. Small enough to hold in your hand, yet bright enough that you noticed him from a mile away.

His fiery orange feathers shined in the sun, and he soared higher and higher. Successfully bringing awe to all who gazed upon him.

Phoenix's were rare, and everyone wanted one. However, this phoenix wouldn't let anyone but who he deemed worthy hold him, and that's how he came across one Albus Dumbledore and ended up where he was now.

Albus wasn't like the Muggles and Wizards who tried to keep him for their own gain. Instead the old wizard generally cared for his well being and supplied him with food and the other necessities he needed. It was a welcome change from all the manipulation and general horrid behavior the bird saw on a daily basis, so the phoenix enjoyed the refreshing company of Dumbledore.

It wasn't until 5 years have passed that the bird decided that yes, if he were to ever bond to a human for life, it would be with Albus Dumbledore. It was with this revelation that the bird slowly reached out and started the beginning of a bond so strong that it would go down through history as a legend.

Centuries passed and Fawkes had never regretted the moment he had bonded to Albus. Albus, upon finding out via the telepathy they gained through the bond, gave Fawkes his name. Fawkes had never been so happy, and preened the whole day. Showering the castle with love and happiness. His feathers grew an even more radiant orange, and Albus chuckled at seeing his companion so happy.

Yes, life was good.

It wasn't until a couple of decades passed that the Prophecy had been recited. Albus was torn up about it because he hated the fact that they would have to burden a newly born child with the duty of saving the Wizarding World from a mad man. Fawkes, hating to see his human feeling so distraught, immediately told Albus via there connection that he could always do something about Voldemort before the child was born.

Albus at first thought the idea was stupid. After all, the prophecy basically said that only the boy could do it. However, Fawkes wisely pointed out that Prophecies weren't set in stone, and certain actions could easily prevent it from coming true.

The words rang through Albus's soul, and immediatley the man set about destroying Voldemort.

It took decades, but soon enough the man was defeated. Harry James Potter, the 'Chosen One' of the prophecy, got to live his life in peace, and grew close to both Albus and Fawkes when he was born.

The young five year old saw Albus as his wise old grandfather, and Fawkes as a companion to share for life. Harry's parents, James Potter and Lily Potter, immediately saw the bond between the trio and continually let Harry stay over at the Castle so he could be with 'Gwandpa Al and Uncle Fwakess' as Harry liked to call them in his childish voice.

It wasn't until one rather boring august morning when Harry suddenly realized that he had never pet Fawkes before. In his mind he had liked to think of Fawkes as another living breathing human companion, so he never actually ran his hand along the soft looking feathers of the Phoenix.

His childish mind couldn't take the curiosity now brimming inside of it, so Harry bolted towards Albus's office. Already knowing that the man was in there doing paperwork for the school.

Upon walking inside, he hugged his grandfather quickly and ran towards Fawkes side.

The wisened bird stared at him for a while in confusion, and Harry looked straight into Fawkes eyes before looking at his feathers.

Fawkes seemed to understand because he purred his approval to Harry, and butted his hand with his head. Staring at the bird, Harry hesitantly brought his hand towards the birds feathers and rubbed soothingly.

Almost instantly, Fawkes preened under his touch. Growing confident, Harry stroked them soothingly gently humming in contentment.

Both of them were so into the moment, that they didn't notice the twinkling blue eyes of Dumbledore as he watched on. Loving and relishing in the pureness in the air.

Yes...Life was good.

Written for:

The Ultimate Battle Competition in the HPFC forum. Angel Wings- A small child wants to pet Fawkes. Any Word Count.

The Drabble Club in the Hogwarts Houses Challenges Forum. Prompt: (word) Awe.