Hello again! This chapter should be interesting!

Harry and all his guest were currently sitting in the living area of Grimwald place, Harry's place, house, whatever. Harry was still in shock that he more or less owned a house, even if he wasn't allowed to have a say in what to do with it till he was of age.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, and, Charlie were watching the figurines in his Quidditch set fly in and make a score. " This is just like or better than watching television!" Said Hermione.

" Tele-a-hision?" stated Ron confused.

"Television, Ron, you really should take muggle studies. It's one of the better muggle inventions."

So they sat talking, until the sound of someone's footsteps was heard coming down the hall. Harry looked up to see Professor Snape caring a medium sized box with holes in it, Snape himself was holding the box carefully, most likely worried of what the box contained inside.

When walked over to Harry he handed the gift over a little to quickly and freely with a look of relief, for Harry to feel comforted by Hagrid's gift. Professor gave the box one more questionable look before making a comment. " Good luck with whatever that is Potter. Hopefully it is something the will contain it's self from making anyone its next meal." He then scowled at the box and took a seat across the room beside the Headmaster and McGonagall.

Ron and Hermione scooted a few inches further from Harry on the already crowded couch. Harry wanted Ron or someone else to open the package. "A, are you going to open it, Harry?" Ron asked, making sure he was as far from the box as the couch would allow humanly possible.

Harry finally grinned and nodded, saying "Yep, I mean, It can't be worse than a biting book, can it?" Harry was not comforted by the looks Ron and Hermione gave each other over his shoulder. "Gee, thanks guys! Your sooo comforting." Harry took in a slow, silent breath and removed the lid of the brown, crinkled, holed box and gasped.

Harry was not gasping in pain or fear, but amazement at what was slowly lifting it beautifully shaped head form the ugly, dismayed box to greet Harry with a sweet note of song. The note was the same sweet, soothing sound that Falks made, but with a higher, younger, more female pitch. Harry grind down at the, oddly but beautiful, white Phoenix.

The Phoenix was of the purest white of freshly fallen snow, with silver at the tips of it's majestic wings and long tail, that Harry believed the young Phoenix had some growing into. It's eyes were a ghostly blue-gray fog that would have cough a blind man's attention.

"WOW, HARRY!, You got a Phoenix!" Ron exclaimed, breaking the silence.

When Ron made that statement everyone inched closer, other than Professor Dunbledore, McGonagall, Lupin, and surprisingly Snape, who ran up to Harry for a better look at the young bird. " My word! That is a rare albino Phoenix, Harry. Hagrid said I would be impressed but,… my it is impressive!" Said the headmaster in aw.

"Indeed!" Agreed Professor Snape. McGaonagall and Lupin just nodded in approval.

"Professor, can I pick it up?" Harry asked, excitement getting the better of his voice.

"Of course, I would suggest it. The more you handle her, the more of a bond you will grow toward each other," Dumbledore stated.

"Like you and Falks?"

" Certainly, Harry."

Harry picked up the bird that automatically started to play with the buttons on his shirt before settling down in the crook of his arm. "Well, for some reason the bird likes you, potter," Sneered Snape. But when he caught the headmaster's look he added politely, " What will you call her, Mr. Potter."

Harry thought this over for a few moments before thinking of a suitable name. "Hather?" Harry offered the Phoenix in his arm's. His answer was a well pleased note that agreed with the name.

"Well picked Harry! The Egyptian goddess right?" Asked Bill, who would know about Egypt since he studied some of the tombs there. " Goddess of the sky, drives off evil spirits with a instrument called the sistrum?"

Harry nodded. Hermione placed a shocked look on her face. "Harry, I know that you don't ever read anything that amounts to anything so how would you know that?"

Harry scowled. " Cut the sarcasm Hermione! It was a stupid muggle project in 3 grade."

Snape could not resist rolling his eyes. "Lord forbid you should ever have, more or less, do a project, Mr. Potter." Harry returned the comment with a well used scowl. Snape only made the comment worse when he added, " That phoenix will live longer than you so I hope you are better at Care Of Magical Creatures then you are in my class." Harry noticed that McGonagall gave Harry a odd knowing smile, Harry wondered what that was about.

"Well, now that you have gotten, rather received all your gifts, Harry, I was wondering if I could have a word with Professor Snape and yourself?" The Headmaster asked with an annoying twinkle in his eyes.

Harry looked over to Lupin nervously for some hint as to what was happening, but only received another confused look. Harry noticed Professor Snape looked confused and disgusted at the idea, but otherwise emotionless. Professor McGonagall was the only one who seemed to know what was going on.

Snape looked over to Harry and saw the confusion and startled ness upon the young man's white face. Snape thought that ,if he had not been a spy for so long ,he would had a much similar look upon his own. Snape reluctantly replied for both him and Mr. Potter. " If you wish, Headmaster," adding a raised eyebrow.

Harry watched Mrs. Weasley and McGonagall push his best friends out the room. Remus, Moody, and Tonks looked more reluctant to move. Remus opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Harry. " It's okay, I'm fine. I can handle being in the same room with the Potion Professor, hopefully Professor Snape can do the same with a Potter." Harry said to comfort the remaining audience.

Tonks was the first to nod and grabbed Remus by the elbow and whispered, " He's right, he'll be fine, give him some room." Harry returned the smile she gave him as the three left the large living room. To Harry though the click of the door sounded like an unknown death sentence.