DISCLAIMER: I only own Celia and the legend itself. Yes I wrote the story, but all the other characters and Hogwarts belongs to J.K. Rowling and I wouldn't be writing this if I didn't really, really enjoy your work and I have no intention of making any money off of this so please don't sue me.

Authors note: This story was written by Moonz of Moonz_n_Lil…And now on to chapter 2!

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The next morning, Celia woke up to find Fawkes mature enough to bring her letter to her uncle. Seeing this, she grabbed her letter, raised her arm to Fawkes and walked to the front porch. On her way she grabbed some crackers that were on the counter and crumbled them up in her hand. Then she held them out to Fawkes who gladly ate them all. She assumed that Fawkes would carry her letter the same way he had carried her uncle's to her, so when she got outside she held it out to the bird. Fawkes took it with his beak and Celia patted him on the head and gave him a boost into the sky. Once in the air, he took off at an amazingly fast pace heading east. 'I wonder how long it will take.' Celia wondered watching the bird go.

"Celia!" Someone yelled from below. Celia looked down to see Tom coming up the driveway. She hoped that he had not seen the phoenix that just took off from her arm. She waved. "Good morning!" She yelled down noticeably less sad than the day before.

"What was the news?"

"I'm going to spend the year in England!" Celia answered. "Going to my uncle's school!" Celia wasn't sure whether or not she should mention what she would be studying; she decided not to say anyway, just in case.

"Really?" Tom yelled impressed. "That should be fun for you!"

"Yeah!" A rush of excitement hit her as she thought of just how much fun she would be have. Tom was gone for a moment as he dropped the mail in their mailbox and then he came out from under the porch again.

"When do you leave?" He asked. It hadn't occurred to her yet that she would have to leave much before the start of term. Today was Tuesday, and the last week of July. If the term started in September then she would most likely have to leave within the next two weeks.

"I would imagine soon." She answered. "The term starts on September first."

"Well then, we should have a good-bye party for you!" Celia smiled at the idea but she didn't really want to see any of her, anyone that she knew anytime soon.

"I don't know who I would invite, other than you and your family."

Tom had been delivering mail to them every day, for almost every year of her life. Celia had lived in that house her whole life. They had known him for so long that he had become a friend of the family really more than a mail man. They both began making plans for her party, though they knew that it would most likely end up being a small gathering for coffee and cake. After a short while, Tom said that he would be in touch and he went on delivering mail.

The rest of the week went by quickly. The next day Celia and her mother went clothes shopping and on Friday the coffee party took place in Celia's honor.

"Have you packed yet?" Celia's mother asked.

"No, I haven't gotten word as to when I will be leaving yet." Celia's parents looked confused for a moment but then her mom realized her mistake.

"No, no dear, not for London, tomorrow we leave for the shore, don't you remember?" Celia was amazed that she had not remembered. She always looked forward to the time they spent down the shore, though now she was nervous.

"Mom, I just thought of something, what if Uncle Al sends a letter and we're not here?"

"Don't worry Celia," Tom began. "If he sends you anything I will forward it to you down the shore. You'll get your letter." Celia was slightly relieved at this because she had one way covered, but she wondered about Fawkes. Knowing not to mention the bird here, she made herself noticeably relieved and her parents seemed content.

"So I assume you haven't packed." Her father continued.

"No, not yet, but I will tonight, I promise."

Later that night as she was packing, she thought of seaside and Hogwarts. 'This year is going to be great!' She thought to herself. 'I really hope Fawkes finds me.' At that moment, there was a thump outside her window as if something had just fallen from the air. Wondering if maybe it was Fawkes, Celia got up and went outside. Laying in a clump next to her window was a small owl. Actually, what it really looked like was a lump of feathers but somehow Celia knew it to be an owl. Celia couldn't believe her luck that an owl had crashed at her house. Normally, she wouldn't be so excited, but this owl was on its way to a witch or wizard. She could tell because strapped to its leg was a letter. Gently picking up the bird, she saw that the letter was addressed to someone named Ginny Weasley, who lived in a place called 'The Burrow' and whatever that was in England. Suddenly, Celia got the feeling that she would one day know this Ginny person very well. Although she really wanted to know what was in the letter, she knew that she would feel really bad if she read someone's personal life. Instead, she brought the bird into her room.

The bird looked tired, hungry, and totally over-spent. 'Poor thing' Celia thought. She didn't really know how to take care of an owl, but she assumed water was a given, and Fawkes had enjoyed the crackers so she grabbed a bunch of those from the kitchen and fed them to the small owl. When it was finished eating, she placed the bowl of water on a table for him to drink from. Celia gently pet the bird as it drank.

"I wonder if you could do me a favor," she asked it getting used to talking to animals by now. Looking as though it was enjoying the kind treatment it was getting the bird chirped happily and Celia took that to be a yes.

"I have to get in touch with Albus Dumbledore," At the mention of her uncle's name, the bird straitened up as though it respected that man. "Ah you know him." she said. Suddenly, Celia wondered about Ginny again. "Wonderful!" She began as she wrote out a letter. "Could you please deliver this along with the other letter you've got, to Ginny, She should send it through to Dumbledore." Celia asked the bird. Again the owl chirped and Celia knew that he understood. "I'm really sorry about the extra weight though." It appeared that the bird either didn't care or was pretending not to because it lifted its leg for Celia to tie the second note to its leg. When the note was secure, the owl flapped its wings and puffed out its chest as though showing that it was ready to go. As Celia carried the bird to the porch and threw it into the wind, high enough to catch a good wind, she wondered how it was that her parents were never around when these strange things happened.

When the owl was out of site, Celia went back into her room, thanking God that the owl had shown up, and finished packing. When she was done she straitened up her room and went to sleep. Between Ginny and Tom, her uncle would find her. Drifting off into sleep, she thanked God that things were working out for her.