The Raven
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JKR, various publishers of the HP series. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 5 (uploaded 3/15/04)
Harry and Ron got permission from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to floo to Fred and George's flat above their shop at 93 Diagon Alley. As Harry walked down the stairs into Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes with the raven on his shoulder, "Harry!" the freckled red-head looked up from the counter and offered his hand. "George, come look who's here."
"Hiya, Fred. Can I go back there?" Harry looked hopeful.
"Sure, partner," Fred grinned. "Is Ginny coming?"
"She's spending the day with Luna. Maybe she'll drop in later. Hey, how's business?"
"Hello, Snapey," George tried to pet the raven, but got snapped at when he got too close. Squawk! 'Troublemaker, don't call me Snapey.'
"You named him appropriately." George backed away. "Anyway, business is booming."
From the storefront, Fred yelled out, "Don't say booming when you're sitting in front of that cauldron."
The boys laughed. George continued, "Hey, I'm making another batch of canary creams. But I have to go down the Alley for more cooking chocolate. Would you mind the cauldron?"
"Sure, what do I have to do?"
"Wait," Fred came in, "before you start, I pulled work permits for you and Ron so that you can do underage magic while you're working in Diagon Alley. Hang on to that, mate. Ron's been helping every Saturday, so he has his already."
"Brilliant!" Harry smiled, as he unrolled the small parchment.
"Here's the recipe," George pointed to the handwritten parchment on the workbench. "This is the next step," George pointed again. I'll be back in a POP," George winked and disapparated.
Harry measured each ingredient carefully before adding it to the cauldron, following each instruction to the letter. He was about to add the canary tail feather but Snape squawked and hopped down to the counter to peck at the recipe. Harry picked up the bird and reread the instructions out loud. "Add finely chopped canary tail feather. I was about to do that." The bird squawked and pecked again. "But first lower the cauldron temperature or it will boil over. Whew, thanks, mate."
"A decent job, Potter. Just read ahead. I don't trust these Weasleys." Snape coo'd.
Harry pulled out his wand to adjust the fire under the cauldron then added the chopped feathers. The raven bobbed his head and ran up Harry's arm to peer into the cauldron.
Ron appeared in the doorway and pointed, "Harry, he looks over your shoulder just like Snape. Ooo, there's the glare of death." He ducked back into the front room giggling madly. 'How does he do that?' Snape thought, 'Is it any wonder nobody takes him seriously?'
Harry snorted and shook his head, "Stir three times and turn off the heat. Allow to thicken. It should turn the color of canary yellow." Harry turned off the heat and looked into the cauldron, emerging with a big smile on his face, "If Snape could see me now."
'Not bad, Potter.'
Just then, George apparated with an armful of chocolate and threw some into a small cauldron. He looked into Harry's cauldron, and dipped a finger to taste. "Excellent job, Harry.," George tweeted, as yellow feathers sprouted. Moments later he molted back to himself.
"Thanks, this is fun. What's next?" Harry rubbed his hands together.
"Next, I make little balls and dip them into chocolate. Ron, man the counter. Fred, help me demonstrate." Ron took Fred's place at the counter and Fred came into the workroom. Harry stepped back and stood out of the way with Snape on his shoulder. George and Fred waved their wands like Harry had seen Mrs. Weasley do in the kitchen. Little yellow balls flew out of the cauldron and onto a sheet on the counter. Fred directed the little balls, a dozen at a time, into the cauldron of melted chocolate and onto a rack further down on the counter. They had Harry packaging the creams into gift boxes.
Later, Ron joined Harry in the back when it got busy in the store, and together they made a new recipe of confections**. Well, Harry did the cooking and Ron did the packaging and taste testing. 'I supervised,' thought the black bird.
They finished cleaning the cauldrons and were hanging them to dry when someone knocked on the doorframe. "Hi Harry, Ron."
"Hiya Remus!," Harry exclaimed.
"Your bosses are generously giving you a lunch break. Molly sent me over with sandwiches." Remus looked tired, and his pupils were still yellow and dilated from his recent transformation.
"I was hoping to see you at the meeting," Harry said to Remus, as he wiped down the table. 'Missed a spot, Potter,' the raven coo'd from his perch on Harry's shoulder. Remus pointed to a spot on the table.
"I really don't think anyone else missed me, but I had a rather difficult transformation this month. No wolfsbane." Lupin looked curiously at the raven when it puffed its feathers out, "It seems I have been missed a great deal."
"Did you say something, Harry?"
"No." Harry looked back at Remus and noticed his eyes when he came in close.
"Oh," Remus furrowed his brow and sniffed at the bird.
"ARGH! Werewolf wants to eat me!" Snape squawked as he hopped to Harry's other shoulder. Ron had a good laugh and got another death glare from the raven in return, 'Not funny, Weasley!'
"Curious behavior." Remus took a step back. Snape peeked out from behind Harry's head.
While they sat down to eat, Snape paced back and forth on Harry's shoulders. 'I think Werewolf can hear me,' Snape thought, 'On one hand, he was top of our class in transfigurations. On the other hand, BLOODY HELL, it's Lupin, the third leg of James Potter's little gang. I'll be damned if I let him find me in this condition. Double damned if he is the one to restore me.'
"Stop looking at me werewolf, eat your sandwich!" Snape squawked. Naturally, Lupin only stared harder at the shiny black bird. "Potter, give me another cucumber," he coo'd into the teen's ear.
Harry only heard cooing, but Remus held up a slice of cucumber to the raven. Snape lunged for the fingers and made contact. Remus pulled back and dropped the cucumber in the process. "Ow, did he get you Remus," Harry asked.
"I'm fine, just a pinch. No blood spilt." Remus leaned in to whisper, "Harry, he talks."
"Yeh, he seems to doesn't he?" Harry chuckled.
Ron's jaw dropped, "You can understand him? Ask him his name."
"I am Severus Snape," coo'd the raven.
"He says he's Severus Snape," Remus replied.
Ron nearly fell off his chair laughing, "I knew it!" He clapped, "I knew it!"
"So what," coo'd Snape, "nobody listens to you anyway."
Harry raised his eyebrows, "How can you understand him?"
Remus replied, "Well, as you know, your father and godfather were illegal animagi. And no, Severus, I don't mind you hearing this. They used to accompany me during my monthly transformations in their animal forms to keep me from hurting myself or others. We learned to communicate with each other, even though it was across species. Sirius, being closest in species was the first I could talk with. I lose that ability the further away I get from the full moon. So, whatever you have to say, tell me now Severus, because I may not understand you by tomorrow."
'Harrumph,' Snape tucked his beak under his wing to sulk. 'Not bloody likely, werewolf.' Harry shrugged his free shoulder, "It's just a raven. It's not Professor Snape."
"Naw, it's Snape." Ron shook his head, "He's just being stubborn. He's just being Snapey."
~ ~ ~
Before the first of September, Harry went to Diagon Alley to do his school shopping. He needed new clothes and a whole new set of books for his NEWT classes. He, Ron, and Ginny met up with Hermione at Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlour. "Why didn't you leave the raven at home, Harry?"
Ron snickered, "Snape's in love with Harry. He won't let him out of his sight."
"Nah, I think he's just spoiled. He'll have to fly on his own when his wing is better anyway," Harry countered.
"Where are you going next?" Ginny asked.
"I need new school robes and new shoes." Harry looked down at his threadbare soles and the toes that hung out of the holes in his shoes. "I had a bit of a growth spurt this summer."
Hermione followed his gaze, "Geez, Harry. Why don't you get a set of wizard's boots, they're charmed so that you won't outgrow them."
"Yeh, but I really like these trainers." Harry pulled out an ad from a muggle magazine. "I'm going to change some money so I can go shopping at a muggle department store. Wanna come?"
"But won't your relatives be suspicious if they find you with the latest trainers?"
"I don't care, next year is the last summer I have to spend with them. By then they won't be the latest, and they'll be dirty and a bit worn."
"If you can afford it, get a pair of wizard's boots. They'll be the last pair of boots you ever buy, which makes them a great value."
"Listen to the know-it-all, Potter. She's right." Snape coo'd.
"Thanks for the advice, Hermione, but I really want the trainers."
Harry had to leave the raven outside while he was fitted for new school robes. Bored, Snape decided to take a little walkabout, eventually finding his way to Knockturn Alley. He found a nice perch on an awning and watched everyone who passed the corner.
When they were finished, Harry and Ron came calling, "Snape! Snape?" Draco walked out of Knockturn Alley, Crabbe and Goyle following closely.
"What's the matter, Potty? Summer break isn't over yet. Missing your potions professor already?"
"Beat it, Malfoy, we're minding our own business." Ron said defiantly, "What are you doing in there anyway, Knockturn Alley is off limits to Hogwarts students."
"Not that it's any of your business, Weasel, I have my father's affairs to look after."
Harry elbowed Ron, "He's selling his father's Dark Arts collections to pay off the Ministry."
Malfoy drew his wand, "Take that back, Potter!" Snape decided this was his move and fluttered into the alley, landing between Harry and Draco. "Put your wand away, Draco!" the raven squawked. Draco saw Harry go after the bird, but got there first. Lifting Snape upside down, hanging by his talons, "Is this what you're after, Potty?"
Draco held the tip of his wand to the raven's chest as it squawked and beat its wings. "Want to see how good I've gotten at Avada Kedavra?" Draco and his goons laughed as horror struck Harry and Ron's faces.
"You wouldn't," Harry gasped.
Draco smirked, "Try me. Dare me, Potter."
"Harry! Ron! There you are," a deep voice called from Diagon Ally. The voice was followed by a bushy face over the crowd as Hagrid walked up to the Hogwarts students. "Hello Draco, Gregory, Vincent. You boys staying out of trouble, now, aren't ye?"
"Yeh," the Slytherin boys said in unison. Draco let go of Snape's legs from the shoulder height he was held at. They walked toward Gringotts looking over their shoulders back at Harry and the half-giant. Snape managed to flutter safely to the ground.
"Great timing, Hagrid," Harry smiled up at his Magical Creatures professor.
"Yeh, brilliant," Ron agreed.
Remus walked up to the conversation, "There you are. We've been looking for you two."
"We?" Harry looked around.
Hagrid laughed, "You don' think yer here unsupervised, do ye?"
'Of course, not,' Snape thought as Harry picked him up. 'Dumbledore's golden boy must be protected for the sake of the prophesy.'
Remus asked the bespeckled teen, "Do you have everything for school, Harry?"
"Everything except my trainers," he answered. "It was going to be my birthday present to myself."
"It's back to the burrow then. Shop for the trainers another time," Lupin spoke authoritatively to the disappointed 16-year old and put his hand over Harry's shoulder.
"Hagrid, nice to see you again." Harry forced a smile, but then looked sadly at his feet.
"Good to see ya too, 'arry," the big wizard gave a bushy smile.
"Say, you couldn't you take Snape back to Hogwarts with you, could you?" Harry lifted the black bird that was huffing in his arms.
"No problem, I'd be happy to look after 'im fer ya." The gentle giant cradled the raven, " 'ello, there Perfesser Snape. Harry wrote t' me 'bout ya. The avian formula works wonders, don' it Harry."
Harry stroked the bird's back, "Sure does. Be good for Hagrid, now. He'll take good care of you and I'll see you in a couple days, okay?" The bird was quiet as Hagrid put him in one of his pockets.
"Right, and don't tell Professor Dumbledore to restore him. I like him just fine like that," Ron snorted.
Snape poked his head from Hagrid's pocket to squawk, "You'll get yours, Weasley! Just you wait until I see you again."
To be continued...
~ ~ ~
Author's notes:
**Go read Instant Weasley by Loralee1. That's what Harry made next. I didn't ask permission to use it in my story (which I read after I wrote the joke shop section) but I love the idea.
Thank you, my wonderful reviewers. Athena Keating-Thomas, starangel2106, borne-shadow-childe, xikum, Lucky, Emortis13, Zekkers, preety-lady- serenity, Scary Person, Werewindle, ataraxis, excessivelyperky, Judy, athenakitty, Silver tear, Romm, Daintress, Alynna Lis Eachann, Ms. Padfoot, Kateri1
Athena Keating-Thomas: Dumbledore has Snape's wand. Raven!Snape write? Great idea but I won't need it anymore. Thanks though.
borne-shadow-childe: Weird how? Concept? Talking birds?
excessivelyperky: Hermione states in the Philosopher's Stone that logic is something that not many wizards can do.
Glad you liked Pig's dialog, that was fun to write. Nobody said anything about Fawkes. Never having met a real phoenix, I imagined him to be more like a fiery peacock.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JKR, various publishers of the HP series. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 5 (uploaded 3/15/04)
Harry and Ron got permission from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to floo to Fred and George's flat above their shop at 93 Diagon Alley. As Harry walked down the stairs into Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes with the raven on his shoulder, "Harry!" the freckled red-head looked up from the counter and offered his hand. "George, come look who's here."
"Hiya, Fred. Can I go back there?" Harry looked hopeful.
"Sure, partner," Fred grinned. "Is Ginny coming?"
"She's spending the day with Luna. Maybe she'll drop in later. Hey, how's business?"
"Hello, Snapey," George tried to pet the raven, but got snapped at when he got too close. Squawk! 'Troublemaker, don't call me Snapey.'
"You named him appropriately." George backed away. "Anyway, business is booming."
From the storefront, Fred yelled out, "Don't say booming when you're sitting in front of that cauldron."
The boys laughed. George continued, "Hey, I'm making another batch of canary creams. But I have to go down the Alley for more cooking chocolate. Would you mind the cauldron?"
"Sure, what do I have to do?"
"Wait," Fred came in, "before you start, I pulled work permits for you and Ron so that you can do underage magic while you're working in Diagon Alley. Hang on to that, mate. Ron's been helping every Saturday, so he has his already."
"Brilliant!" Harry smiled, as he unrolled the small parchment.
"Here's the recipe," George pointed to the handwritten parchment on the workbench. "This is the next step," George pointed again. I'll be back in a POP," George winked and disapparated.
Harry measured each ingredient carefully before adding it to the cauldron, following each instruction to the letter. He was about to add the canary tail feather but Snape squawked and hopped down to the counter to peck at the recipe. Harry picked up the bird and reread the instructions out loud. "Add finely chopped canary tail feather. I was about to do that." The bird squawked and pecked again. "But first lower the cauldron temperature or it will boil over. Whew, thanks, mate."
"A decent job, Potter. Just read ahead. I don't trust these Weasleys." Snape coo'd.
Harry pulled out his wand to adjust the fire under the cauldron then added the chopped feathers. The raven bobbed his head and ran up Harry's arm to peer into the cauldron.
Ron appeared in the doorway and pointed, "Harry, he looks over your shoulder just like Snape. Ooo, there's the glare of death." He ducked back into the front room giggling madly. 'How does he do that?' Snape thought, 'Is it any wonder nobody takes him seriously?'
Harry snorted and shook his head, "Stir three times and turn off the heat. Allow to thicken. It should turn the color of canary yellow." Harry turned off the heat and looked into the cauldron, emerging with a big smile on his face, "If Snape could see me now."
'Not bad, Potter.'
Just then, George apparated with an armful of chocolate and threw some into a small cauldron. He looked into Harry's cauldron, and dipped a finger to taste. "Excellent job, Harry.," George tweeted, as yellow feathers sprouted. Moments later he molted back to himself.
"Thanks, this is fun. What's next?" Harry rubbed his hands together.
"Next, I make little balls and dip them into chocolate. Ron, man the counter. Fred, help me demonstrate." Ron took Fred's place at the counter and Fred came into the workroom. Harry stepped back and stood out of the way with Snape on his shoulder. George and Fred waved their wands like Harry had seen Mrs. Weasley do in the kitchen. Little yellow balls flew out of the cauldron and onto a sheet on the counter. Fred directed the little balls, a dozen at a time, into the cauldron of melted chocolate and onto a rack further down on the counter. They had Harry packaging the creams into gift boxes.
Later, Ron joined Harry in the back when it got busy in the store, and together they made a new recipe of confections**. Well, Harry did the cooking and Ron did the packaging and taste testing. 'I supervised,' thought the black bird.
They finished cleaning the cauldrons and were hanging them to dry when someone knocked on the doorframe. "Hi Harry, Ron."
"Hiya Remus!," Harry exclaimed.
"Your bosses are generously giving you a lunch break. Molly sent me over with sandwiches." Remus looked tired, and his pupils were still yellow and dilated from his recent transformation.
"I was hoping to see you at the meeting," Harry said to Remus, as he wiped down the table. 'Missed a spot, Potter,' the raven coo'd from his perch on Harry's shoulder. Remus pointed to a spot on the table.
"I really don't think anyone else missed me, but I had a rather difficult transformation this month. No wolfsbane." Lupin looked curiously at the raven when it puffed its feathers out, "It seems I have been missed a great deal."
"Did you say something, Harry?"
"No." Harry looked back at Remus and noticed his eyes when he came in close.
"Oh," Remus furrowed his brow and sniffed at the bird.
"ARGH! Werewolf wants to eat me!" Snape squawked as he hopped to Harry's other shoulder. Ron had a good laugh and got another death glare from the raven in return, 'Not funny, Weasley!'
"Curious behavior." Remus took a step back. Snape peeked out from behind Harry's head.
While they sat down to eat, Snape paced back and forth on Harry's shoulders. 'I think Werewolf can hear me,' Snape thought, 'On one hand, he was top of our class in transfigurations. On the other hand, BLOODY HELL, it's Lupin, the third leg of James Potter's little gang. I'll be damned if I let him find me in this condition. Double damned if he is the one to restore me.'
"Stop looking at me werewolf, eat your sandwich!" Snape squawked. Naturally, Lupin only stared harder at the shiny black bird. "Potter, give me another cucumber," he coo'd into the teen's ear.
Harry only heard cooing, but Remus held up a slice of cucumber to the raven. Snape lunged for the fingers and made contact. Remus pulled back and dropped the cucumber in the process. "Ow, did he get you Remus," Harry asked.
"I'm fine, just a pinch. No blood spilt." Remus leaned in to whisper, "Harry, he talks."
"Yeh, he seems to doesn't he?" Harry chuckled.
Ron's jaw dropped, "You can understand him? Ask him his name."
"I am Severus Snape," coo'd the raven.
"He says he's Severus Snape," Remus replied.
Ron nearly fell off his chair laughing, "I knew it!" He clapped, "I knew it!"
"So what," coo'd Snape, "nobody listens to you anyway."
Harry raised his eyebrows, "How can you understand him?"
Remus replied, "Well, as you know, your father and godfather were illegal animagi. And no, Severus, I don't mind you hearing this. They used to accompany me during my monthly transformations in their animal forms to keep me from hurting myself or others. We learned to communicate with each other, even though it was across species. Sirius, being closest in species was the first I could talk with. I lose that ability the further away I get from the full moon. So, whatever you have to say, tell me now Severus, because I may not understand you by tomorrow."
'Harrumph,' Snape tucked his beak under his wing to sulk. 'Not bloody likely, werewolf.' Harry shrugged his free shoulder, "It's just a raven. It's not Professor Snape."
"Naw, it's Snape." Ron shook his head, "He's just being stubborn. He's just being Snapey."
~ ~ ~
Before the first of September, Harry went to Diagon Alley to do his school shopping. He needed new clothes and a whole new set of books for his NEWT classes. He, Ron, and Ginny met up with Hermione at Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlour. "Why didn't you leave the raven at home, Harry?"
Ron snickered, "Snape's in love with Harry. He won't let him out of his sight."
"Nah, I think he's just spoiled. He'll have to fly on his own when his wing is better anyway," Harry countered.
"Where are you going next?" Ginny asked.
"I need new school robes and new shoes." Harry looked down at his threadbare soles and the toes that hung out of the holes in his shoes. "I had a bit of a growth spurt this summer."
Hermione followed his gaze, "Geez, Harry. Why don't you get a set of wizard's boots, they're charmed so that you won't outgrow them."
"Yeh, but I really like these trainers." Harry pulled out an ad from a muggle magazine. "I'm going to change some money so I can go shopping at a muggle department store. Wanna come?"
"But won't your relatives be suspicious if they find you with the latest trainers?"
"I don't care, next year is the last summer I have to spend with them. By then they won't be the latest, and they'll be dirty and a bit worn."
"If you can afford it, get a pair of wizard's boots. They'll be the last pair of boots you ever buy, which makes them a great value."
"Listen to the know-it-all, Potter. She's right." Snape coo'd.
"Thanks for the advice, Hermione, but I really want the trainers."
Harry had to leave the raven outside while he was fitted for new school robes. Bored, Snape decided to take a little walkabout, eventually finding his way to Knockturn Alley. He found a nice perch on an awning and watched everyone who passed the corner.
When they were finished, Harry and Ron came calling, "Snape! Snape?" Draco walked out of Knockturn Alley, Crabbe and Goyle following closely.
"What's the matter, Potty? Summer break isn't over yet. Missing your potions professor already?"
"Beat it, Malfoy, we're minding our own business." Ron said defiantly, "What are you doing in there anyway, Knockturn Alley is off limits to Hogwarts students."
"Not that it's any of your business, Weasel, I have my father's affairs to look after."
Harry elbowed Ron, "He's selling his father's Dark Arts collections to pay off the Ministry."
Malfoy drew his wand, "Take that back, Potter!" Snape decided this was his move and fluttered into the alley, landing between Harry and Draco. "Put your wand away, Draco!" the raven squawked. Draco saw Harry go after the bird, but got there first. Lifting Snape upside down, hanging by his talons, "Is this what you're after, Potty?"
Draco held the tip of his wand to the raven's chest as it squawked and beat its wings. "Want to see how good I've gotten at Avada Kedavra?" Draco and his goons laughed as horror struck Harry and Ron's faces.
"You wouldn't," Harry gasped.
Draco smirked, "Try me. Dare me, Potter."
"Harry! Ron! There you are," a deep voice called from Diagon Ally. The voice was followed by a bushy face over the crowd as Hagrid walked up to the Hogwarts students. "Hello Draco, Gregory, Vincent. You boys staying out of trouble, now, aren't ye?"
"Yeh," the Slytherin boys said in unison. Draco let go of Snape's legs from the shoulder height he was held at. They walked toward Gringotts looking over their shoulders back at Harry and the half-giant. Snape managed to flutter safely to the ground.
"Great timing, Hagrid," Harry smiled up at his Magical Creatures professor.
"Yeh, brilliant," Ron agreed.
Remus walked up to the conversation, "There you are. We've been looking for you two."
"We?" Harry looked around.
Hagrid laughed, "You don' think yer here unsupervised, do ye?"
'Of course, not,' Snape thought as Harry picked him up. 'Dumbledore's golden boy must be protected for the sake of the prophesy.'
Remus asked the bespeckled teen, "Do you have everything for school, Harry?"
"Everything except my trainers," he answered. "It was going to be my birthday present to myself."
"It's back to the burrow then. Shop for the trainers another time," Lupin spoke authoritatively to the disappointed 16-year old and put his hand over Harry's shoulder.
"Hagrid, nice to see you again." Harry forced a smile, but then looked sadly at his feet.
"Good to see ya too, 'arry," the big wizard gave a bushy smile.
"Say, you couldn't you take Snape back to Hogwarts with you, could you?" Harry lifted the black bird that was huffing in his arms.
"No problem, I'd be happy to look after 'im fer ya." The gentle giant cradled the raven, " 'ello, there Perfesser Snape. Harry wrote t' me 'bout ya. The avian formula works wonders, don' it Harry."
Harry stroked the bird's back, "Sure does. Be good for Hagrid, now. He'll take good care of you and I'll see you in a couple days, okay?" The bird was quiet as Hagrid put him in one of his pockets.
"Right, and don't tell Professor Dumbledore to restore him. I like him just fine like that," Ron snorted.
Snape poked his head from Hagrid's pocket to squawk, "You'll get yours, Weasley! Just you wait until I see you again."
To be continued...
~ ~ ~
Author's notes:
**Go read Instant Weasley by Loralee1. That's what Harry made next. I didn't ask permission to use it in my story (which I read after I wrote the joke shop section) but I love the idea.
Thank you, my wonderful reviewers. Athena Keating-Thomas, starangel2106, borne-shadow-childe, xikum, Lucky, Emortis13, Zekkers, preety-lady- serenity, Scary Person, Werewindle, ataraxis, excessivelyperky, Judy, athenakitty, Silver tear, Romm, Daintress, Alynna Lis Eachann, Ms. Padfoot, Kateri1
Athena Keating-Thomas: Dumbledore has Snape's wand. Raven!Snape write? Great idea but I won't need it anymore. Thanks though.
borne-shadow-childe: Weird how? Concept? Talking birds?
excessivelyperky: Hermione states in the Philosopher's Stone that logic is something that not many wizards can do.
Glad you liked Pig's dialog, that was fun to write. Nobody said anything about Fawkes. Never having met a real phoenix, I imagined him to be more like a fiery peacock.