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Chapter 7
Harry woke up on the first day of school thanks to a tapping on the window. A large barn owl was hitting the window with its claw, and it had a letter tied to its leg. Harry opened the window, carefully removed the letter from the owl's leg, and read it.
'Dear Harry,
How's it going? Haven't heard from you in a long time. Just checking to see how you're doing. I'm fine, now anyway. I was almost discovered the last place I lived, but now I'm in a much more remote place. I hope I can see you again soon, but it looks doubtful. Send me an owl if you've got the time.
Sincerely,
Sirius'
Harry got out a piece of parchment, and wrote down everything he could think of about what had happened to him over the summer, including Hedwig's injury and the new broom he and the twins had bought Ron. He signed it, attached it to the owl's leg, and sent it out the window.
It was still very early in the morning, and Harry could hear Ron snoring, so he decided to go back to sleep.
. . .
Harry again woke up, but at the right time. He pulled back the curtains with eagerness, not being able to hold back the joy he felt in being back, not waiting for classes to start.
He put his robes on, and went to the Great Hall for breakfast, where he met Ron and Hermione. Harry noticed that Hermione was reading the newest issue of the Daily Prophet.
Professor McGonagall went around passing out the schedules for the day.
"Transfiguration first," Ron sighed.
Hermione was still intently reading the newspaper.
"Hermione, what are you reading?" Harry asked.
"An article on phoenixes," Hermione mumbled, still not looking up from the paper.
"What about phoenixes?" Harry questioned. Phoenixes were his favorite animal.
Hermione did not seem to hear him.
"Hermione!" Ron prompted, apparently interested as well.
"Oh! Umm…" Hermione said, a bit surprised and a bit irritated at being interrupted from her reading. "None of them have had their Burning Days in months."
Harry wasn't expecting that. He thought it was just an endangered species article, which he had found were just as common in the wizard world as in the world of the Muggles.
"Burning days?" asked a very confused Ron.
Of course, Harry thought, he doesn't know. The only reason that Harry knew was because of the time in his second year when he was called to Headmaster Dumbledore's office, where he had witnessed Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes, temporarily burn down to its ashes. Harry was not surprised that Hermione knew about them, because she knew just about everything. Seeing as how they had not studied phoenixes in Care of Magical Creatures, he did not expect Ron to know.
He opened his mouth to explain it to Ron when Hermione started up in her usual voice, that, if he didn't know her so well, Harry would have thought was an I-know-more than-you-do voice; Harry knew it was just her natural voice.
"Well, after a period of time, which ranges from 3 to 5 months, phoenixes become weaker and weaker. To stay alive and strong, after this period of time is over, they burn down to their ashes. A few days later the ashes come back together and the phoenix is reborn, stronger."
"Oh," Ron replied, speechless.
Harry looked up at the clock and saw that it was almost time for their first class.
"Come on guys, time to go," he urged.
"Okay," Hermione replied half-heartedly, nose again glued in the newspaper.
"Jut a sec 'Arry," Ron said with pancakes in his mouth, which he had begun to inhale at an inhuman rate after hearing Harry's news.
Ron's promise held true, as he wolfed down his final two pancakes in about a second. He and Harry started walking to class, leaving Hermione finishing her article.
Chapter 7
Harry woke up on the first day of school thanks to a tapping on the window. A large barn owl was hitting the window with its claw, and it had a letter tied to its leg. Harry opened the window, carefully removed the letter from the owl's leg, and read it.
'Dear Harry,
How's it going? Haven't heard from you in a long time. Just checking to see how you're doing. I'm fine, now anyway. I was almost discovered the last place I lived, but now I'm in a much more remote place. I hope I can see you again soon, but it looks doubtful. Send me an owl if you've got the time.
Sincerely,
Sirius'
Harry got out a piece of parchment, and wrote down everything he could think of about what had happened to him over the summer, including Hedwig's injury and the new broom he and the twins had bought Ron. He signed it, attached it to the owl's leg, and sent it out the window.
It was still very early in the morning, and Harry could hear Ron snoring, so he decided to go back to sleep.
. . .
Harry again woke up, but at the right time. He pulled back the curtains with eagerness, not being able to hold back the joy he felt in being back, not waiting for classes to start.
He put his robes on, and went to the Great Hall for breakfast, where he met Ron and Hermione. Harry noticed that Hermione was reading the newest issue of the Daily Prophet.
Professor McGonagall went around passing out the schedules for the day.
"Transfiguration first," Ron sighed.
Hermione was still intently reading the newspaper.
"Hermione, what are you reading?" Harry asked.
"An article on phoenixes," Hermione mumbled, still not looking up from the paper.
"What about phoenixes?" Harry questioned. Phoenixes were his favorite animal.
Hermione did not seem to hear him.
"Hermione!" Ron prompted, apparently interested as well.
"Oh! Umm…" Hermione said, a bit surprised and a bit irritated at being interrupted from her reading. "None of them have had their Burning Days in months."
Harry wasn't expecting that. He thought it was just an endangered species article, which he had found were just as common in the wizard world as in the world of the Muggles.
"Burning days?" asked a very confused Ron.
Of course, Harry thought, he doesn't know. The only reason that Harry knew was because of the time in his second year when he was called to Headmaster Dumbledore's office, where he had witnessed Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes, temporarily burn down to its ashes. Harry was not surprised that Hermione knew about them, because she knew just about everything. Seeing as how they had not studied phoenixes in Care of Magical Creatures, he did not expect Ron to know.
He opened his mouth to explain it to Ron when Hermione started up in her usual voice, that, if he didn't know her so well, Harry would have thought was an I-know-more than-you-do voice; Harry knew it was just her natural voice.
"Well, after a period of time, which ranges from 3 to 5 months, phoenixes become weaker and weaker. To stay alive and strong, after this period of time is over, they burn down to their ashes. A few days later the ashes come back together and the phoenix is reborn, stronger."
"Oh," Ron replied, speechless.
Harry looked up at the clock and saw that it was almost time for their first class.
"Come on guys, time to go," he urged.
"Okay," Hermione replied half-heartedly, nose again glued in the newspaper.
"Jut a sec 'Arry," Ron said with pancakes in his mouth, which he had begun to inhale at an inhuman rate after hearing Harry's news.
Ron's promise held true, as he wolfed down his final two pancakes in about a second. He and Harry started walking to class, leaving Hermione finishing her article.