Birth mark

At Chilfren road

Phoenix was sitting on the black leather sofa while fiddling with the music channel. The front door opened gently and a female entered. 'Evanna!' screeched Phoenix. She hugged her godmother tightly. 'O.k., I can't breathe now,' said Evanna. Phoenix pulled back and said 'Sorry.' She stood back and looked at her. Her Curly blonde hair dangled down her shoulders. Her pale face made the freckles more visible than ever. Evanna smiled and her fore head crinkled.

Evening struck and yet Phoenix had so much to ask about Bulgaria. Abruptly grey clouds started to form high above. Heavy rain drops bashed against the window. This morbid atmosphere did not make Phoenix less enthusiastic. 'Phoenix we need to discuss something,' said Evanna. She rubbed her sweaty palms across her green cotton skirt.

'What?' asked phoenix.

'You have to start school, magic school, this September,' said Evanna. A bolt of lightning hit across the sky and Phoenix waited in queue for the roaring thunder to follow.

'Why?' Phoenix questioned bewildered.

'There is only so much you and your grandma can teach you about our world,' she said, her bright green eyes that always sparked now looked worn out.

'I see. You just don't want me anymore!' yelled Phoenix, trying to get sympathy.

'That ain't going to work on us. It's for your benefit,' said Mystic. Phoenix found it hard to see things from there view.

'Beside I thought you wanted to know about yourself,' said Evanna trying to sound eager.

'What do I need to know?' said Phoenix bitterly.

'Haven't you always wanted to know about your birth mark?' inquired Mystic. Phoenix thought about this before answering. 'Sure but you always said it was just a birth mark'

'You know better than to trust half the crap...I mean rubbish we talk about,' uttered Mystic. Phoenix couldn't help but grin. Her grandma was constantly swearing about anything and everything and as much as she restrained herself she found it very difficult.

'Phoenix you'll be going to Hogwarts and you need to see Albus Dumbledore,' declared Evanna. Phoenix had never seen her speak so harsh.

'But...'

'No buts Phoenix, it's for the best. I would go and see Dumbledore myself but the history we have...never mind. Firstly you'll have to go and see Harry Potter, tomorrow,'

'Why?' requested phoenix.

'Use your common sense!' screeched Mystic, losing her cool. 'He can get in contact with Dumbledore, what's more he lives close to us,' she continued. Phoenix was baffled to discover that all this time Harry lived near by but had never seen him.

'Phoenix, when your grandma says near by, she means 10 miles away,' said Evanna calmly. Phoenix wasn't surprised, her grandma tended to exaggerate about everything out of proportion.

Morning....

Phoenix jerked out of the bed after her alarm clock started to ring. She paced around the house trying every excuse not to attend Hogwarts. However no matter how hard she tried, the more stubborn Evanna became, and the more grandma lost her temper and decided going around cursing would make her fell better......

A body lay crouched on the worn-out bed. The bright sun darted towards the room through the window reflecting the neatly varnished furniture's in the room. A soft blowing winds rushed in and met Harry's pale skin. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine and had the feeling someone was watching. Phoenix looked at him from the invisibility cloak. The bolt of lightning was upon his face unmistakably. Phoenix examined him and after a while she found herself yawning. She removed the cloak. Harry jolted up and withdrew his wand from his pocket ready to attack. 'Don't damage my house!' barked Vernon.

'Now is that how to greet someone?' smirked Phoenix, revealing dazzling white teeth. Harry couldn't help but probing her for anything dangerous she might be hiding. She had jet black hair that rubbed against her mixed race skin. Her brown eyes were almost hypnotizing. She wore a black velvet robe with scarlet trimming around it and a cloak. Something about her reminded him of professor Snape for some reason or rather. She was the same age as him. She also had the hugest grin on her face and Harry wondered what an earth was so amusing. Her expression suddenly changed to being hard and serious. 'I need to find Dumbledore,' she uttered. Harry looked at her quizzically.

'Who are you?' came Harry's voice, dry and husky.

'I'm...' she began and stopped after realizing she didn't have to answer him. So what if he was the most famous kid alive and managed to escape from Voldermort at least 5 times. '...Hey I asked you a question. If I wanted to tell you a personal profile of myself I would have done so by now.' she continued. First Harry regarded her cautiously but after realizing that she was not a threat did he speak. 'Everyone can find Dumbledore,' remarked Harry.

'Well not me.' said Phoenix.

'Who are you talking to?' came Petunia's screeching voice.

'I'm just reading out loud' replied Harry, hoping she would not enter the room.

To Harry's relief his aunt did not enter his room but said from the other side of the door 'We are going out, don't touch anything. We'll be back in about 2 hours.' Harry listened to her footsteps. The sound became fainter and fainter. Finally when he was positive she had gone down stairs and left with her husband and their son, did Harry turn around and pay attention to the presence of this intruder.

'The name is Phoenix,' she said, her hand raised out waiting for a shake. Vigilantly Harry shook her hand. It felt cold and icy as though she had just come out of a freezer. He retrieved his hand quickly and took a step back. Phoenix wondered why he acted so strange but thought it might just be his weird nature.

'So will you take me to Dumbledore or what?' she questioned stubbornly. Harry said nothing. 'If I was working with Voldermort would I turn up in broad daylight when the fatso's at home?' she raised. Harry was taken back to see that she spoke of Voldermort in his real name without flinching.

'I suppose,' sighed Harry. Usually he wouldn't just send strangers to Dumbledore but didn't see her as detrimental. Harry took Hedwig out of his cage and wrote a letter.

Dear Dumbledore,
I have a girl here, my age, she says her name is Phoenix and wants to talk to you. I can't bring her to you-know-where so get here as soon as you can.
Harry

He folded the letter and gave it to Hedwig. 'Go.' Harry whispered in his ear and the owl soared out of the window and disappeared into the clear sky.

Harry and Phoenix stood around silently. Phoenix glanced around the room, very simple but comfortable, she thought. 15 Minutes had passed and nothing came through the window. Abruptly Hedwig came flying in, a parchment in his beak. Harry quickly picked it and read it out loud.

Harry,
When you get this letter come down to the garden.
Dumbledore

Harry rushed downstairs and indicated Phoenix to follow him. They both came hastening down. Dumbledore stood hidden under the shade the wind blowing his white hair and his cloak swished and swashed form side to side. As Harry and Phoenix drew closer to Dumbledore his gaze became more fixed on Phoenix and his eyes twitched. There was a sense of familiarity to her but he couldn't quite work out why she looked so familiar. 'Let's go somewhere quiet,' came Dumbledore soft voice.

Finally arriving in their hidden place, Dumbledore led Phoenix the way. As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, details of the room emerged slowly from the haze. Everything was old so Phoenix found it hard to pay too much attention to this house that looked so seldom. Dumbledore led her to the kitchen at the far end of the house. Lupin, mad eye moody and several other members including Snape sat around the table. Snape looked up and glared at Phoenix, the same expression that had crossed Dumbledore's face when he saw her now reflected his. 'So...who may you be?' asked Snape, a sense of disgust in his tone.

'Phoenix,' she replied feeling uncomfortable.

'Yes my child I'm aware of that much but what else can you tell us about yourself,' said Dumbledore; his words were soothing and calm.

'I don't know much,' said Phoenix. All eyes fixed upon her now like she had suddenly grown a second head or something.

'Don't be ridiculous!' snapped Snape.

"My grandma told me to show you this and may be you can tell me something about me,' said Phoenix looking at Dumbledore, his half moon glasses neatly balanced on his nose.

'We aren't mind or fortunate tellers,' said Snape scornfully, the malevolence grin that was fixed on his face widened.

Phoenix walked towards Dumbledore trying to ignore Snape. She turned around and pulled the cloak and the robe down revealing her neck and just below it there was a birth mark. At the site of this Dumbledore gasped. Dumbledore now knew why she looked so familiar it was because of her heritage. Lupin and mad eye moody rushed towards Phoenix while Snape sat back looking less amused by the scene. They looked at the mark that was displayed just below Phoenix's neck.

'But that is impossible...' said Lupin.

'What is it?' questioned Phoenix curiously.

Snape who now bothered to stand and look at the scene that caused the chaos was not amused. 'Is this a tattoo?' asked Snape, not convinced that the mark on her neck was real.

'No sir I was born with it,' she answered wondering what the hell was fascinating about a birth mark, sure it looked like Phoenix and that's why her mum named her Phoenix but really there was somewhat nothing fascinating about it. Harry and Phoenix were in the dark and didn't know what was going on.

'This is impossible, you've been dead for 16 years,' said Snape, showing no remorse.

'What!...dead....I don't think so,' snapped Phoenix, her curiosity had now become anger and for a split second Dumbledore thought that her birth mark had just flashed red. Dumbledore excused what he saw and cleaned his glasses thinking it was deception of his spectacles.

'Phoenix, what Professor Snape is trying to say is that Voldermort...' at the sound of Voldermort name members in the kitchen recoiled. '...had supposingly killed you and your mother when you were a couple of months old because of the prophecy' said Dumbledore.

'The prophecy said that you two were the only ones to be able to destroy him...supposingly after he claimed to have killed you the prophecy that was your, Harry and you-know-who's disappeared.' said Lupin. Phoenix found all of this hard to swallow.

As much as Harry and Phoenix tried to make sense of all that was coming out of Dumbledore and Lupin's mouth they found it difficult for the words to register in their minds.

'My child do you know who your father is?' interrupted Dumbledore. Phoenix' eyes filled up with tears, she choked trying to pull it back and nodded in reply to Dumbledore's' question. 'Yes,' her voice sounded croaky and empty. 'We are sorry for your loss,' said Lupin sympathetically. Snape snorted at the comment and sat back. 'Who's her father?' asked Harry. Everyone had forgotten of his presence.

'Sirius Black,' uttered Snape dryly.

The idea seemed absurd to Harry, how could she be Sirius's daughter. He never got married, thought Harry. There was so much Harry didn't get to ask Sirius but for Phoenix the pain had just began.

'I believe you'll be starting Hogwarts at the beginning of turn,' suggested mad eye moody, trying his best to change the subject.

'Yes,' replied Phoenix merely.

'A new student has never started at 6th year so we'll have to sort you out to your house before the ceremony,' declared Dumbledore. Phoenix nodded.

Harry could not take it anymore. His legs felt weak and his mouth felt dry. Green haze flashed before his eyes. 'His fainting!' yelled Phoenix abruptly as she turned around to face Harry. As though following in queue Harry collapsed onto the floor. 'How did you know he was going to collapse?' asked Snape inquisitively.

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