The return of a lost child

At the end of Chilfren Road stood a house. The number 666 was half dangling on the mahogany door. Although the house was old it blended with the rest of the other old houses that were scattered around so it drew less attention to itself. The muggle road felt chilly and isolated. Green leaves strewn across the dusty grey pavement while soft wind blowed across.

A dark figure lay quietly on the bed, the bright light that escaped from the full moon darted towards the room. Dark furniture's came out from the dark mist as Phoenix's eyes adjusted to the dim surrounding. She stood up and turned on the lamp that was placed upon her bedside table next to her bed. She quickly closed her eyes blocking it away from the shinning light. Gently she opened them when she felt the light wasn't going to harm her sensitive eyes.

'Phoenix, are you still awake!' came her grandma's voice, Mystic, loud and clear.

'Yes,' replied Phoenix quietly, hoping her grandma would lose interest on the subject of staying up so late. Abruptly Mystic came into the room through the closed door. Phoenix looked at her grandma. Scarcely less prominent was Mystic in front of the door looking, as Phoenix thought like a pale queen who was about to be crowned.

'Just because I'm a ghost does not mean you can do things as you please,' barked Mystic.

'I'm not grandma, I just can't get to sleep,' pleaded Phoenix. Mystic shook her head; her hair that once must have been brunette was now clear white and see-through.

'Just because your godmother has gone for a couple days doesn't give you the right to act like a pain in the back side,' mumbled Mystic, just loud enough so that Phoenix could hear it clearly.

Phoenix watched her grandma linger out of her room. She jolted up from the bed and walked towards the far end of her room. She bent down and stared at the old box. She opened the lid, a loud creak escaped the box and the bad odor smell that loitered out caused her to choke back on her cough. Inside the box was a small package, the azure writing written on it contrasted beautifully with the gold wrapping. She opened it tenderly trying not to crease anything or damage it. Inside the package were many photographs of a woman and random news papers that were from years back.

Phoenix grabbed one of the pictures, the woman smiled at her. Her brown braided hair hanged flawlessly on her shoulders and occasionally it rubbed against her caramel skin. The woman revealed white sparking teeth and as she smiled her brown eyes twinkled. The red top she was wearing drooped upon her slim figure empathizing on her breasts. The knee length skirt exposed her bare legs. Tears trickled down phoenix's face, 'I miss you mum,' she sobbed gently staring at the woman in the picture, a wide grin still fixed upon her small face. She placed the picture back inside the package but she couldn't help but get out the Dairy Prophet that was placed at the bottom of the package. The heading read, in bold writing Sirius black has escaped from Azkaban. The man stared back at Phoenix; his previously very handsome face was hidden behind the scruff and dirt. 'Dad,' said Phoenix, her voice hoarse and empty.

She sensed that her eyes would water at any second and decided it was time she placed her pictures back. As she put the package inside the box something caught the corner of her eyes that she had never realized was there before. Buried at the bottom of the box was a gold necklace. Phoenix stretched her hand and struggled to get it out. Her hand nudged backwards as the necklace came flying out. She took the necklace in her hand and examined it. The fine gold chain was perfectly made and at the middle was an emerald dangling in a shape of a tear drop; it was decorated in silver embroidery. Phoenix stood up and rushed towards the mirror that hanged at the back of her door. She put the necklace on and looked at her reflection. The necklace sparkled and glowed brightly.

At the Weasley's

Harry was welcomed by Mrs. Weasley's freshly baked cake. He grinned sheepishly and made his way to the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley's ginger hair neatly brushed against her skin. Harry glared at Mrs. Weasley hair and wondered how she managed to keep it so neatly combed. He tried so hard over the holiday to try and make his hair more admirable but there was a little chance. Even the strongest charm could not make his hair more marvelous. Harry stood at the kitchen letting the bright sun hit his bare arms. His plain blue shirt hanged loosely on his slim body while the navy blue trousers he was wearing was a perfect fit for his thin legs.

'Harry, how are you?' Said Mrs. Weasley, her voice calm and gentle.

'Fine,' replied Harry. Before he could say anymore Hermione's voice reached his ears.

'Harry!' Hermione came rushing in, followed by the rest of the Weasley's. Hermione swung her arms around him and hugged him gently. 'How are you?' she asked eagerly. Harry wondered the sudden concern people had about him, may be there was something he wasn't catching on.

'It sure has been a pleasure seeing you,' said George.

'But I'm afraid we have things to, people to see, places to go. If you catch our drift,' Fred followed in queue.

They both winked at Harry and dashed out of the kitchen as fast as their legs could carry them. Harry watched as their stubby figures faded away. 'Mum can we go to Hogsmeade?' said Ron suddenly. Mrs. Weasley thought about this, glaring from Ginny to Harry. 'O.k.' she said. They all rushed out of the kitchen before she could change her mind.They used the floo powder to transport themselves. Their arrival at Hogsmeade was just like any normal visit to Hogsmeade. All magical creatures lingered around chaotically. Wizard, witches, elves, giants, nymphs lurked every where and the few Veelas that Ron always manage to spot out from the crowd.

'Let's split up. Harry and I will go together and we'll meet each other back here, say about 2 hours,' Said Ron. Hermione and Ginny looked at him curiously. Ron wore a faded denim trouser with a white t-shirt. His flaming red hair brushed against his pale face as he tried to continue his sentence.

'I'm thinking about you guys, honestly,' he said. Guilt and mischief written across his freckled face.

'Let's go,' uttered Ginny grabbing Hermione's hand but she wouldn't budge.

'Your trying to get rid of us?' said Hermione.

'I wouldn't put it so harshly,' mumbled Ron.

'It doesn't matter!' Ginny yelled trying to drown Hermione and Ron's voice.

'Ginny butt out!' roared Ron.

'She's trying to help the situation so don't shout at her!' screamed Hermione trying to defend Ginny. Her frizzy hair messily tied back in a pony tail.

'Why don't we all go together?' suggested Harry.

'What a great idea' replied Hermione, her voice calm and a slight glint of mock.

'Stubborn!' said Ron beneath his breath.

'If you have something to say, say it out loud' advocated Hermione and strolled past him.

2 Hours passed away like seconds. Ron and Hermione's laughter echoed in the almost empty Hogsmeade. Harry had liquorice wands in his hands. While Hermione had several books crammed into a bag.

'That was great!' said Ginny. They all nodded in reply. Abruptly they all fell quiet and the atmosphere seemed to drop a couple of degrees down. The painful silence dragged on for sometime then Hermione interrupted fervently 'I heard that we're going to look at Sphinx in C O M creatures with Hagrid.'

'Sphinx? You've lost me?' said Ron, his left brow raised quizzically.

'Don't you ever do your homework?' snapped Hermione.

'Homework, we got homework. Why was I never informed of this?' Ron uttered.

'Hagrid told us at the end of year,' murmured Hermione.

'He did?' asked Harry, the same quizzical look that was fixed on Ron's face was now reflecting Harry's.

Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Harry I thought you were better than Ron,' said Hermione.

'Obviously not. So will you tell us what the flaming hell a Sphinx is or do we have to look it up for ourselves?' declared Ron.

Hermione took this opportunity to show her knowledge, not even daring to hesitate just incase it showed any lack of understanding, to what was coming out of her mouth. 'Sphinx is a creature that has human face and a lion's body. They love riddles and puzzles.'

'Oh,' pronounced Harry. Hermione found it hard to concentrate to what he was saying because she found the half chewed liquorice wand in his mouth quite distracting.

'Do you think you-know-who will try to show his face around now that everyone is alerted?' questioned Ron. Ginny glared at Harry, he broke eye contact from her and shrugged. The loss of Sirius Black was still painful and even remembering it made every muscle in his body sting. He loathed Voldermort and knowing what he did to his godfather just made Harry angrier and more determined to kill Voldermort.

'We have to go,' came Ginny's voice. All the way through the journey she kept quiet and Harry had almost forgotten she was with them. Her blazing red hair was done in a messy bun. The tight cream spaghetti stripped top she wore accentuated on her top half. Harry found himself staring at her.

Hermione looked at her watch and gasped 'Mum is going out of her mind. I was supposed to be at home half an hour ago!' screeched Hermione. They all started to jog, Ron and Harry leading the way while Hermione and Ginny followed in queue.

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