Summary: Aki is a misterious girl who lives like a muggle, ignoring the existance of the wizardring world. This wouldnt matter if it was not for one thing, she is a Witch, and a strong one. Aki gets the letter four years latter and her world does a 180 degrees spin, having to leave her friends and life to encounter with something she doesnt even believe in. In the company of her gryffin, Vilwarin, she meets Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a repeating George Weasley, as well as other people. A new and more exciting life begins for Aki as new friends appear here and there, new secrets are uncovered and the terror of exams tortures them. However not all is joy and fun for the outsider girl as strange events take place outside the castle that seem to affect them since Death Eaters are attacking any witch and wizard that gets in the way of Voldemort's rising to power. Aki finds a strange item that, handled by her, can be their only hope to defeat Voldemort once and forever, a purely white feather. Aki must join Harry, a jeallows Ron, a cheerful and romantic Hermione, a mischievous and weed loving George, and a friendly and somewhat changed Draco, in this fight against time to sav the world.
The golden, but pale morning sun tenderly caressed the maginificent bird's flaming feathers, wich blazed like the animal itself was set on fire. His body, for it was a male, was completely covered with crimson feathers, except the stomach and a few feathers on an extremely long tail, wich shone a bright yellow in the sun light. He was no larger than a hawk, and was one in appereance, having a curved, sharp beak the colour of silver, and as hard and sharp as the metal, being able to pierce flesh and bones. His head was crowned with a crest that expanded from the beak, and over the eyes like a flaming fan. The flying being's eyes, the colour of night, showed wise and knowledge, a knowledge acumulated over centuries of life, for this creature was eternal. His body irradiated an inner light, and a purifying magick that could kill the thickest and darkest shadow. He was indeed a phoenix, a magical creature with wonderful abilities, healing magick and an incoherent strength, but being one of the symbols of purity his abilities were used for good deeds, and it was rare to hear about a phoenix attacking, unless it was protecting something valuable.
Behind the amazing creature was an ocean of clouds so white they seemed to irradiate a light belonging to the depths of their magical cores, a light so pure and white it challenged the unicorn's sacrecy. The ocean of water vapours rippled lazily as if the image of a motioning ocean had been ralentized and now could be seen moving in slow motion. The crest of the waves were crowned by silent drops of cloud that quietly moved upwards, as if the ocean really splashed it's shower of liquid over the lifely surface. Over that ocean, sneaking across the pale horizon appeared a round, weak sun attempting to iluminate the lands with it's golden rays of life and destruction. It's golden rays reflected on the phoenix's feathers releasing golden sparks and setting them on fire. The same golden rays sneaked past the clouds timidly lighting the silvery green leaves from the enormous and misterious cicadaceous forest right in front of the mythical bird.
As if a silent voice had whistled in the distance, the hawk sized creature expanded the flaming wings and flapped them slowly, quietly, but still vigorously, each movement releasing more golden sparks as the graceful creature started floating on the winds. The animal was quick like the flash of a lightning, but quiet like the shadows in the night, moving gracefully over the skies as this was the element he belonged to. His flaps were slow and passive, the wind moving away as the amazing creature made it's way across the skies, as if bowing to it's magick. Any Muggle, or non magical person, that had seen such a graceful creature would have thought it was a mere hawk or eagle, but if observed closely, the incredibly, blazing glitters that irradiated from his body revealed his true identity. The wind whispered between the trees as it raced the phoenix torwards his destination, and as the flaming bird reached a group of enormous rocks forming a deep cliff, he steered up.
Suddenly in front of the enormous animal appeared a large castle, so enormous it shaded the other side to inmense proportions. The gothic style castle was indeed inhabited since the sun rflected enviously on the crystalized windows, and inside it's walls the few torches alit were beggining to fade. In front of the well conserved, antique walls was a large meadow of bright green colours as the grass was well kept, and right past the meadow was a lake with the darkest waters ever seen. The Phoenix flew right past the river ignoring a slimy, pinkish tentacle that slythered over the surface searching for a prey to eat. The amazing animal penetrated the castle through a window, the corridors were iluminated by both, the sun and the torches that timidly sparkled here and there. The walls were decorated by pictures of different people wich were, amazingly, moving passively here and there. Yawning gargolyes and stretching armours stood here and there silently, vigilating the silent corridors and awating the arrival of numerous people that, like every year, would gather inside this castle walls to spend 10 months in the mutual company of each other. This was not any normal castle, or museum, or parliament. This was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the place where the magical comunity of Great Britain studied to get their diploma and become a licensed Witch or Wizard.
The phoenix flew past a classroom in wich a young man in ragged robes tried to keep a snarling, small lizard locked in a cave. He waved as the phoenix flew past, "good morning" he said in a young, but exhausted voice. But the great bird simply nodded while flying out of the classroom through a small gap and appearing by a large staircase. The bird closed his wings letting himself fall down, a faint, flickering light reflecting in his eyes as his concentration was put on the fall. Just in time the animal oppened his wings and steered up again, his large body penetrating an enormous hall, the Great Hall, where the tables had been lined up and the decorations were being placed on the ceiling and walls. A tiny proffesor with a white beard and a bald head used his wand to raise shields with different pictures up a wall. He greeted the phoenix in a cheerful voice before the animal vanished throught another gap in the wall. The great, flaming bird flew across a tunnel, moving gracefully and agily across the dark, angishing place, before appearing inside another room. A man with greasy hair and pale skin shrieked in terror, in one hand a greenish liquid in a flask, in the other a spoon. The proffesor hadnt expected the phoenix's appereance from the ancient gap and had nearly ruined the potion he was working at. The handsome creature ignored the enraged man's yells as he flew past a window where he was greeted by a flock of flying broomsticks. The animal flew across the broomsticks, dodging those that attacked wildly, and made his way in a vertical line torwards the top of a tower while a tall, grey haired woman with falcon eyes yelled frightened at the bird.
Finally the bird reached his destination, a round room with many strange things across it, a ragged hat, a comfy sofa, a fireplace wich worked for a telephone, and many balancing objects on the table where he landed. There was an old man with a long, silver hair and bear sitting by a table, his eyes gazing over a large piece of parchment in wich the names of the students who were supposed to come were written magically in it. His expression was one of worry and conffusion as his pale eys remained fixed in oneone point by the middle of the page. An old, bony hand stroked the phoenix neck's, "good morning Fawkes, i hope Severus didnt give you many problems today?" his old, tired but still happy voice, told the beautiful animal. Fawkes sqeaked in delight raising his head to let the man stroke his neck easily, he was enjoying this means of affection like any other pet would. A middle aged woman with black hair tied in a tight bun approached the headmaster, "proffesor Dumbledore, you called?" the woman said in what sounded like a severe but still worried voice. The man nodded not taking his eyes off the piece of parchment, "indeed i did, Minerva, tell me now why the young Moonhowl didnt assist our school this four years?" the man said, his voice severe but still calm and passive. The proffesor more commonly known as Proffesor McGonagall sighed as she resumed her fully severe and straight look, "proffesor, Akira Moonhowl is the girl who lives in a dream, her parents created an illusion spell to her so she would be raised as a muggle child, they dont want her attending Hogwarts" Minerva McGonagall said, her voice full of reason and understanding she attempted to transmit hopelessly to the eldest man. Albus Dumbledore sighed and tore his eyes off the parchment, "Akira might be the world's hope to get rid of Voldemort once and forever, Minerva, her schooling will begin this year" his voice said, a hint of nortalgy but a deep seriousness flowed with each word. Minerfa gasped horrorized, "you cant do that now, proffesor, she's lost four years of schooling, you'll have to put her with first years, sort her and all, it'll be embarrasing for the poor child, let her live her muggle life" Minerva explained nervously fidgetting with her emerald robes. Dumbledore pierced her gaze with his as his decition was made obvious, "she will not be ignorant over her kind forever, Minerva, and i still remain in my decition that Akira Moonhowl, altogether with young Potter, can be our only hope. Cast a knowledge spell so she knows everything to start in fifth year, and prepare a way to counter the Imaginarium Spell" he ordered the woman while he folded a small piece of parchment and placed it in an envelope wich said "Akira Moonhowl, second room to the right, second floor, 7th in Dragon Hyde Street". Minerva rushed out of the office while he gave the envelope to the stunnign creature who, tenderly, grabbed it with his beak, "i trust you will deliver this safely, Fawkes? The destination is very important to all" Dumbledore said kindly, stroking the animal's flaming feathers. Fawkes nodded solemnly and flew off, quickly becoming nothing but a flaming dot in the distance, "good luck" Dumbledore whispered while his eyes followed the animal's route, now flying over the ocean of clouds.