The Battle Mage

by abracadabrasaur

Noelle Morrigan Potter, James Potter's little sister, Sirius Black's fiancé, left England to learn to be a battle mage. With her credentials, she returned, eager to know why James and Sirius had stopped sending her letters only to learn of the events of Halloween night. What will Harry act like raised by the Morrigan, the only battle witch in the last three centuries?

11. Chapter 11

The Battle Mage

Miles away, trapped in an old castle a shadow of what it once was, a phoenix trilled mournfully, staring around the empty office of the manipulative man he was forcibly bound to. A wizard who shared his master's face, but not his spirit or compassion.

He was forced to obey, paraded around as a trophy rather than valued as a companion, and could do nothing but wait for the one who would set him free. But occasionally, when the office was dark and only the Sorting Hat could hear his sorrow, he could commit small acts of defiance.

Defiance such as flaming over a Gringotts letter to a long overdue Will reading.

Hogwarts herself opened a window and beckoned a breeze to sweep away the remaining ashes. They floated out into open air and dissipated on the winds, but the phoenix remained. He crooned his yearning for flight and freedom staring at the dark clouds hovering low, and the world seemed to cry with him. The clouds cracked open, and a torrent of rain fell upon the phoenix's prison. The Sorting Hat sighed, and the very stones seemed to keen with him.

Hogwarts brushed her magic gently over his feathers and whispered.

Someday. Someday.