Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter then I would be off writing the real 6th book instead of this fanfiction.
Slam! The lid of Harry Potter's trunk shut emitting a loud noise. Normally he would have looked towards the door to check if the Dursleys, Harry's only living relatives and owners of number 4 Privet Drive, had heard him. But today he knew they were outside and also today he did not care. As promised Harry had kept in contact with the members of the Order to assure his well-being.
Except the replies were always the same. 'Stay where you are. Do not leave the house till we come for you.' Rubbish. Had they not learned from the previous year? He shook his head slightly as he pondered ways to get himself out of Little Whining and Surrey. His conversation with Dumbledore at end of last term echoed through his head.
Dumbledore had told him that he had to return to the Dursley's every year for his own safety. 'I did what you asked Professor,' Harry growled under his breath, 'I came back and acted like nothing had happened for a week. Now I'm leaving.' Just as Harry realized the Knight Bus didn't count as under-age magic a large fiery bird swooped unto his bedroom from the now unbarred window.
In surprise Harry muttered, 'Fawkes? What are you doing here?' The phoenix, which had obviously matured a great deal from the last time Harry had seen him, landed on a shelf next to him. Harry's eyes narrowed, 'Got a letter from Dumbledore do you? I'll take a stab at what it says. Something along the lines of stay where you are?' As he spat those fighting words at Fawkes he realized that the bird had no letter.
'Oh, sorry,' he muttered rather sheepishly. Harry reached out and stroked Fawkes while saying, 'He didn't send you at all did he? You came by yourself didn't you?' Harry could have sworn the phoenix gave a distinct nod. Fawkes ambled over to a large pitcher that Harry had been given to store water in. The Dursleys had obviously come to the conclusion that the less they saw of Harry the safer they would be. 'All the better,' Harry had thought.
Harry made to pick up the pitcher and withdrew his hand quickly as Fawkes began to attack it. 'Ok ok. I won't touch the water jug,' he mumbled as he rubbed his sore hand. He then tried to get to the door. Fawkes attacked him again. 'Arg,' he yelled swatting the bird away. He then sat on his bed trying to understand what Fawkes was trying to get him to do. Finally he made a guess.
'Fawkes,' he said calmly, 'I'm to put the jug in my trunk and take you and it with me.' The phoenix seemed to approve of this and allowed him to carry out his actions. Then once again he made for the door. 'Ack!' he yelled as Fawkes attacked him again. He backed away from the door and the pecking ceased. Fawkes glided to the window and stared out of it then at Harry, then back again.
'Wait, you want to take me to The Burrow?' he asked slowly. Again he thought he saw the bird nod. Harry got up with his trunk in one hand and walked over to Fawkes. He grabbed on to one of the bird's legs and Fakes took off. They soared upwards into a patch of cloud to conceal themselves until night had truly fallen (the last bit of sun was disappearing of the horizon.)
Harry couldn't help but smile when he thought of his Aunt and Uncles' reactions. But his smile soon faded when they missed the turn for The Burrow. 'Fawkes?' he called, 'Where are you taking me?' Of course the great bird did not reply but Harry's question was soon answered.
He was sure he was mistaken but he thought he was seeing Hogsmede. Sure enough in a few minutes Harry found himself flying over the wizarding village. Now completely confused his brow furrowed. Surely Fawkes wasn't taking him to Hogwarts! And indeed he was not.
About 5 minutes after his first sightings of Hogsmede Fawkes landed on a familiar cave-side rock platform. Quickly Harry realized where he was. 'This is where – where he hid,' Harry said quietly. Before he could contemplate this fact for very long he became aware of Fawkes attacking his trunk.
Harry got up, unlatched the trunk, took out the pitcher, and laid it on a flattish rock. He paid no further heed to the pitcher or Fawkes till he heard the sound of running water. Harry whipped around and found himself starring in awe at what appeared to be a phoenix who had sprouted a dreadful leak.
Fawkes had a steady stream of clear liquid coming out of his eyes. It steadily filled the pitcher then stopped abruptly. 'What have you just done?' Harry asked ludicrously.
A/N: Ooooo a cliffhanger first chapter! Promise I'll write again soon. Review for faster updates for if one knows others are reading ones writing one shall be inspired to write much more frequently. :) Also this is my first fanfiction so don't be too brutal.
Slam! The lid of Harry Potter's trunk shut emitting a loud noise. Normally he would have looked towards the door to check if the Dursleys, Harry's only living relatives and owners of number 4 Privet Drive, had heard him. But today he knew they were outside and also today he did not care. As promised Harry had kept in contact with the members of the Order to assure his well-being.
Except the replies were always the same. 'Stay where you are. Do not leave the house till we come for you.' Rubbish. Had they not learned from the previous year? He shook his head slightly as he pondered ways to get himself out of Little Whining and Surrey. His conversation with Dumbledore at end of last term echoed through his head.
Dumbledore had told him that he had to return to the Dursley's every year for his own safety. 'I did what you asked Professor,' Harry growled under his breath, 'I came back and acted like nothing had happened for a week. Now I'm leaving.' Just as Harry realized the Knight Bus didn't count as under-age magic a large fiery bird swooped unto his bedroom from the now unbarred window.
In surprise Harry muttered, 'Fawkes? What are you doing here?' The phoenix, which had obviously matured a great deal from the last time Harry had seen him, landed on a shelf next to him. Harry's eyes narrowed, 'Got a letter from Dumbledore do you? I'll take a stab at what it says. Something along the lines of stay where you are?' As he spat those fighting words at Fawkes he realized that the bird had no letter.
'Oh, sorry,' he muttered rather sheepishly. Harry reached out and stroked Fawkes while saying, 'He didn't send you at all did he? You came by yourself didn't you?' Harry could have sworn the phoenix gave a distinct nod. Fawkes ambled over to a large pitcher that Harry had been given to store water in. The Dursleys had obviously come to the conclusion that the less they saw of Harry the safer they would be. 'All the better,' Harry had thought.
Harry made to pick up the pitcher and withdrew his hand quickly as Fawkes began to attack it. 'Ok ok. I won't touch the water jug,' he mumbled as he rubbed his sore hand. He then tried to get to the door. Fawkes attacked him again. 'Arg,' he yelled swatting the bird away. He then sat on his bed trying to understand what Fawkes was trying to get him to do. Finally he made a guess.
'Fawkes,' he said calmly, 'I'm to put the jug in my trunk and take you and it with me.' The phoenix seemed to approve of this and allowed him to carry out his actions. Then once again he made for the door. 'Ack!' he yelled as Fawkes attacked him again. He backed away from the door and the pecking ceased. Fawkes glided to the window and stared out of it then at Harry, then back again.
'Wait, you want to take me to The Burrow?' he asked slowly. Again he thought he saw the bird nod. Harry got up with his trunk in one hand and walked over to Fawkes. He grabbed on to one of the bird's legs and Fakes took off. They soared upwards into a patch of cloud to conceal themselves until night had truly fallen (the last bit of sun was disappearing of the horizon.)
Harry couldn't help but smile when he thought of his Aunt and Uncles' reactions. But his smile soon faded when they missed the turn for The Burrow. 'Fawkes?' he called, 'Where are you taking me?' Of course the great bird did not reply but Harry's question was soon answered.
He was sure he was mistaken but he thought he was seeing Hogsmede. Sure enough in a few minutes Harry found himself flying over the wizarding village. Now completely confused his brow furrowed. Surely Fawkes wasn't taking him to Hogwarts! And indeed he was not.
About 5 minutes after his first sightings of Hogsmede Fawkes landed on a familiar cave-side rock platform. Quickly Harry realized where he was. 'This is where – where he hid,' Harry said quietly. Before he could contemplate this fact for very long he became aware of Fawkes attacking his trunk.
Harry got up, unlatched the trunk, took out the pitcher, and laid it on a flattish rock. He paid no further heed to the pitcher or Fawkes till he heard the sound of running water. Harry whipped around and found himself starring in awe at what appeared to be a phoenix who had sprouted a dreadful leak.
Fawkes had a steady stream of clear liquid coming out of his eyes. It steadily filled the pitcher then stopped abruptly. 'What have you just done?' Harry asked ludicrously.
A/N: Ooooo a cliffhanger first chapter! Promise I'll write again soon. Review for faster updates for if one knows others are reading ones writing one shall be inspired to write much more frequently. :) Also this is my first fanfiction so don't be too brutal.