Through The Phoenix Eyes
A/N: A Big thank you to all of you who took the time to review. This chapter is for you! Another huge thank you to my friend and beta, Ang.
Chapter 3I am a phoenix of habit and I must admit sleeping is one of my favorite pastimes but I have had to break the habit of a lifetime and stay awake. Instead of sleeping, my clever brain has been formulating a plan. A plan of plans, possibly the best plan ever thought of by a phoenix. The ultimate outcome of this idea is the joining of two hearts and an easier life for me. I love my master but there is sacrifices and I am going to end up looking like a prized idiot. I am putting my own plan into action this evening and I shall report back soon.
Well, it's the morning after the big plan and I am one clever phoenix! In fact, I think I should be given an award for services to the school. Perhaps I should stop blowing my own beak and tell you what happened.
I flew by Minerva's window and popped in to see her. She gave me my usual double helping of ginger newts. I watched her scribble away on a piece of parchment and I peered over her shoulder. I appeared to be r am going to end up looking like a prized idiot. I am putting my own plan into action this evening and I shall report back soon.
Well, it's the morning after the big plan and I am one clever phoenix! In fact, I think I should be given an award for services to the school. Perhaps I should stop blowing my own beak and tell you what happened.
I flew by Minerva's window and popped in to see her. She gave me my usual double helping of ginger newts. I watched her scribble away on a piece of parchment and I peered over her shoulder. I appeared to be reading what she was writing. She told me I'm such a clever phoenix but also a nosey one. Little did she know that I can't read a single scribble on the parchment.
While she was working away, I glanced around her immaculate office till I saw what I was looking for. There, on her shelf above her fireplace, was the delicate bone china figurine of herself that was given to her by James Potter and Lily Evans on their last day at Hogwarts. There was a small gap between the arm and body of the figurine. It was just big enough for me to slip my claw through but not big enough to get it back out again without assistance. So, I threaded my claw through the tiny opening and made a painful screech. I watched as Minerva's head shot up from her work, her emerald green eyes alert. I squawked again to make it known that I was in agony and she immediately rose to her feet and swept over to me.
"Oh Fawkes! How in the name of Merlin did you manage this?" she questioned as she examined my claw. I squawked and nipped at her as she tried to free me. I felt really bad about attacking her like that but I did it for the greater good.
"Fawkes Dumbledore!" she exclaimed with a hint of irritation in her voice. "How can you expect me to help you, if you behave like this?"
I simply stared at her before screeching loudly and flapping my wings to make it appear that I was struggling.
"Oh Fawkes, calm down little one," I heard her say as she tried to soothe me. "I'll get Albus."
I congratulated myself on a job well done as she threw a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace and called for my master. Within seconds, Albus stepped out of the fireplace and peered at me with an amused twinkle in his eyes. He will tease me about this moment for years to come.
"How did he do this?" questioned my master.
"I have no idea, Albus," answered Minerva.
"I can sort this out with a simple spell," he said pulling out his wand.
"Oh no you won't!" exclaimed Minerva, placing a hand on his wand. "That figurine is priceless to me, Albus."
When she said that I began to panic, as I hadn't expected her to say that and her revelation made me begin to regret ever thinking of this plan. They simply stared at me for a full ten minutes as they each thought of ways to free me. At one point, Albus suggested that one of them hold me while the other pulled the figurine. I quickly made my thoughts known on that idea!
"You know, this figurine is stunning my dear," Albus told her with a smile. "It really defines your natural elegance and beauty."
I watched the usually composed Head of Gryffindor blush and quickly bring the subject around to the matter at hand…freeing me.
"I think I know a way we can free Fawkes and not damage me, so to speak. I'll go and get some butter from the kitchens."
"Why don't I just summon some," suggested Albus. He waved his wand and suddenly a butter dish appeared in her hands.
I watched in fascination as she smeared butter all over my swollen claw and the figurine. At one point, I was worried that she was going to cook my claw but then I reasoned that she would never do such a thing. A minute later, she carefully pulled my claw free from captivity and I knocked my head against her cheek affectionately.
"An inspired idea, my dear," exclaimed my master.
"A bit of muggle common sense," she replied. "I think it would be wise to soak his foot."
"I will do just that," he told her as he leaned forward to place a thank you kiss upon her cheek. But at that moment, she turned her head and he captured her lips instead. I watched for a moment as neither of them pulled away before I flew away to nurse my bruised ego and claw. But at least I know it as all for a grand purpose.
Fin
A/N2: There will most likely be an epilogue.