Plot Bunny #4: What If...Fawkes Was an Animagus From the Future?
Taken from: The Chamber of Secrets (movie)
Scene that inspired ficlet: Fawkes heals the basilisk bite on Harry's arm
Category: alternate POV
Rating: G
Mini-note: Don't ask where in the name of Liquid Cheese this came from. I honestly don't know.
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Well, there's my cue. Loyalty to Dumbledore, ten o'clock! Man your stations! Batten the hatches! Hit the deck! I'll get the margaritas, you get the steak!
Yup, there's the old Sorting Hat. How're ya doin', buddy? Yeah, me too. Hey, I got a slight problem that I need you to help me with. See if you can't find Godric's sword for me, wouldja? That a good boy. I'll just take you downstairs.
Ah, just as I remember it. Big gaping hole in the floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Lots of slime and grit. Rat bones and a giant snake skin. Evil snakey statues.
I really must chat with dear old Tom about his decorating skills. This is dreadful decor.
Ah, and there's the Big Baddie himself. Oh yeah, and the short guy. Heads up, raven-head! And as for you, Tom...damn, missed him. Oh well, time to let Shorty here do his thing.
Gah, how'd I forget about the basilisk? Back, back, you beastly thing! I'll...I'll peck your eyes out! Oh, you don't think I'd dare? Watch me!
Oh, ick, popping eyeballs with a beak is nasty. I'm never doing that again if I can help it.
Ah, very good idea, Midget. Running away is a good thing. Especially when there's a sixty-foot snake trying to disembowel you, blind though it may be. Now hurry up and get back to the Sorting Hat.
Good, good, just grab Goddy's pigsticker...atta boy! Stab that slimy worm! Die, die, you filthy beastie! Mwahahahaaa!
Tom, you jerk, leave 'im alone. You think a poisoned boy is pathetic? Look at you! You're a freakin' BOOK. Not a very bright one, either.
Hahaha, you deserved that, Tommy-boy! Now get your skinny ghosty bum outta here!
Oh, I'm sorry, you little green-eyed monster. Did you want your boo-boo fixed? Sigh, you really make me cry too much. Now I feel like a girl.
Oh, fine. Here. That wasn't so bad, now was it? You get the girl AND the sword AND get to live. Which is a good thing, since if you died I wouldn't be here anyway.
Whaddya mean, I've gotta carry you? Shoot, forgot that part too. All right, fine, grab my tail. But if I lose any feathers, I'm taking it out of your paycheck.
There, you and flame-brains and the squib can just go to Dumbledore's office. Ack, wait, let go of my leg! I don't WANT to go along with you, you long-nosed weirdo!
Grrr. If I wasn't a vegetarian I'd eat your fingers for this.
Heya there, whitebeard. Glad to see you again. Can you get this kid to let go of me? Thanks, I appreciate it. He squeezes too hard.
Blah blah blah, choices make us who we are, Tom Riddle is evil and you're not you midget. Yep, heard this all before. Now get outta here. Good boy.
Thank Merlin! I thought they'd never go. It feels so good to be human again, you wouldn't believe it.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I should be more grateful since I'm back here in the past saving my own arse. But I'm a thousand years old and I don't feel like coming to my own rescue all the time. Refresh my memory. When's the next time I meet myself?
Ah yes, the Third Task. Yay, joy. Are you SURE I can't help out dear old Cedric? Damn you. I don't care if it screws over the timeline.
All right, all right, I get the picture! We're going with Plan A: let myself act like an idiot and watch that Hufflie die right in front of me. Fun fun.
Uh-oh, someone's coming already? Grrr, it'll never stop! Phoenix, human, phoenix, human...one must wonder why I haven't gone schizophrenic yet.
Yes, I still know my name. Some call me Fawkes. Others know me as Potter. Harry Potter.
Taken from: The Chamber of Secrets (movie)
Scene that inspired ficlet: Fawkes heals the basilisk bite on Harry's arm
Category: alternate POV
Rating: G
Mini-note: Don't ask where in the name of Liquid Cheese this came from. I honestly don't know.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Well, there's my cue. Loyalty to Dumbledore, ten o'clock! Man your stations! Batten the hatches! Hit the deck! I'll get the margaritas, you get the steak!
Yup, there's the old Sorting Hat. How're ya doin', buddy? Yeah, me too. Hey, I got a slight problem that I need you to help me with. See if you can't find Godric's sword for me, wouldja? That a good boy. I'll just take you downstairs.
Ah, just as I remember it. Big gaping hole in the floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Lots of slime and grit. Rat bones and a giant snake skin. Evil snakey statues.
I really must chat with dear old Tom about his decorating skills. This is dreadful decor.
Ah, and there's the Big Baddie himself. Oh yeah, and the short guy. Heads up, raven-head! And as for you, Tom...damn, missed him. Oh well, time to let Shorty here do his thing.
Gah, how'd I forget about the basilisk? Back, back, you beastly thing! I'll...I'll peck your eyes out! Oh, you don't think I'd dare? Watch me!
Oh, ick, popping eyeballs with a beak is nasty. I'm never doing that again if I can help it.
Ah, very good idea, Midget. Running away is a good thing. Especially when there's a sixty-foot snake trying to disembowel you, blind though it may be. Now hurry up and get back to the Sorting Hat.
Good, good, just grab Goddy's pigsticker...atta boy! Stab that slimy worm! Die, die, you filthy beastie! Mwahahahaaa!
Tom, you jerk, leave 'im alone. You think a poisoned boy is pathetic? Look at you! You're a freakin' BOOK. Not a very bright one, either.
Hahaha, you deserved that, Tommy-boy! Now get your skinny ghosty bum outta here!
Oh, I'm sorry, you little green-eyed monster. Did you want your boo-boo fixed? Sigh, you really make me cry too much. Now I feel like a girl.
Oh, fine. Here. That wasn't so bad, now was it? You get the girl AND the sword AND get to live. Which is a good thing, since if you died I wouldn't be here anyway.
Whaddya mean, I've gotta carry you? Shoot, forgot that part too. All right, fine, grab my tail. But if I lose any feathers, I'm taking it out of your paycheck.
There, you and flame-brains and the squib can just go to Dumbledore's office. Ack, wait, let go of my leg! I don't WANT to go along with you, you long-nosed weirdo!
Grrr. If I wasn't a vegetarian I'd eat your fingers for this.
Heya there, whitebeard. Glad to see you again. Can you get this kid to let go of me? Thanks, I appreciate it. He squeezes too hard.
Blah blah blah, choices make us who we are, Tom Riddle is evil and you're not you midget. Yep, heard this all before. Now get outta here. Good boy.
Thank Merlin! I thought they'd never go. It feels so good to be human again, you wouldn't believe it.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I should be more grateful since I'm back here in the past saving my own arse. But I'm a thousand years old and I don't feel like coming to my own rescue all the time. Refresh my memory. When's the next time I meet myself?
Ah yes, the Third Task. Yay, joy. Are you SURE I can't help out dear old Cedric? Damn you. I don't care if it screws over the timeline.
All right, all right, I get the picture! We're going with Plan A: let myself act like an idiot and watch that Hufflie die right in front of me. Fun fun.
Uh-oh, someone's coming already? Grrr, it'll never stop! Phoenix, human, phoenix, human...one must wonder why I haven't gone schizophrenic yet.
Yes, I still know my name. Some call me Fawkes. Others know me as Potter. Harry Potter.