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Phoenix Fire
Chapter One
In the fourth house on Privet Drive, lives a young man named Harry Potter. Harry is no ordinary young man, as he is a Wizard. The only survivor of a curse used upon his family by a Dark Wizard so evil that his name be not mentioned in the Magic World. Harry lives with his muggle, or non-magical, aunt and uncle now and had been since his parent's death when he was one year old.
Harry was in his room, awaiting a reply letter from his two best friends, who are Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. He looked at himself in the mirror of his room. He smiled satisfactorily at himself, as he was now no longer skinny and thin. He had been lifting weights when he had to drag Dudley to the gym. He had also managed to get an odd job or two to get enough money and get contacts. He finished looking and laid down on his bed.
Harry opened his eyes as he heard something tapping on his window. He smiled as he saw his own owl, Hedwig, fluttering outside with a note attacked to her leg and one in her beak. This was unusual considering that if two people were sending an owl to someone, they would use two different ones and not the same one. Harry smiled larger as he opened the window and Hedwig hopped into his room. He relieved her of her burdens and the snow-white owl lovingly nipped his finger with her beak, flew to her cage, and perched upon it.
Harry was a fifth-year Wizard at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He opened the letter that had been tied to Hedwig's leg first, which bore his name in Ron's handwriting. Ron's short letter filled Harry with a fear unknown to him before. This fear was worse then when he battled Voldemort countless times, defeated a basilisk, taken a golden egg from a Norwegian Ridgeback, or saved his friends and/or school numerous times from certain doom.
Dear Harry,
It's been a while hasn't it? I'm fine, but I think you should read other the letter that Hedwig brought and then come to the Burrow as soon as you can.
Ron.
Harry unrolled the other letter and the first of two sheets fell out. Harry bent to pick it up and he saw what it said. His heart gave a sickening drop to the floor, as he saw the very words written upon the two scrolls and just who had written them, as it was not Hermione, but her father.
Dear Harry Potter,
It is with a heavy heart I write this. Abby, or Mrs. Granger to you, and I were arriving home from a second honeymoon and saw the dark mark floating above our house. Hermione was the only one home a the time. You can't imagine the horror that struck our hearts as we raced into the house, fearing the worst.
We found our daughter lying facedown in the floor. Her wand was lying not too far from were she was dying from the deadliest of the illegal curses, the Avada Kedva. Suddenly a bright light appeared and as soon as it had come, it left. Suddenly, as I was holding Hermione, I felt her breathe in and then I heard her murmur your name.
We rushed her to the nearest muggle hospital with a made-up excuse. The doctor said she is unconscious and there is no telling when she will wake up. We know you would want to be with her being your best friend. If you will go to the Weasly's house, I will pick both you and Ron up. Abby refuses to leave Hermione's side so I will be alone.
Sincerely, William Granger.
By the time Harry had finished reading the letter he was trembling violently. Two tears squeezed out of his eyes and traced their way down his cheeks. Hermione was not only one of his best friends, but Harry was secretly in love with her. He had been in love with Hermione since they first met on the Hogwarts Express. The Hogwarts Express is train that takes them to and from Hogwarts.
It was only the first of August and that meant that there was a month before the term would start. Without a second to lose, Harry packed everything he owned, which wasn't much outside his school things. He sent a letter to Sirius Black, his Godfather, by Hedwig, who he told to go to Ron's once she had delivered his letter, explaining where he would be in case Sirius wanted to look him up.
He snuck downstairs, out the door, and into the night. He used lumos, a spell that makes a light appear at the tip of your wand, and waited for the Knight Bus to come pick him up. Silently it came and he climbed onboard with some help with his trunk. He was awakened, by one of the drivers, when his destination had been reached. He thanked them and knocked on the Weasley's door.
The door opened and Molly Weasley, Mrs. Weasley and Ron's mom, opened the door. As soon as she saw Harry standing there, she almost burst out crying once again. Harry gestured to his trunk, feeling awkward at the emotional display, helplessly. Mrs. Weasley yelled for Ron and two of his older brothers. The two were Fred and George, who were sixth-years at the school and twins.
The two eldest two of the Weasley were Bill and Charlie, who had already graduated. Bill works in a Gringots Bank as a Spell Breaker and Charlie works in Romania with Dragons. Then there was Percy, who had just graduated the year before. Lastly there was Ginny, a second-year and the youngest of the seven.
Ron appeared not a few seconds after the twins and stood there gaping at his friend.
"What?!" Harry asked his friend.
"Y-You've really changed!" Ron sputtered, "You're strong and tough looking! Plus your glasses are gone! Hermione-oh, yeah…"
Mr. Granger came in his car not an hour later and Ron and Harry left with him. They were taken to a nearby Muggle Hospital. The three went up in the elevator, which Ron couldn't help but comment about as it went up. Now they stood in front of the door that led to Hermione's room. Harry was shaking so badly that you would have to be blind to not notice.
"You okay there Harry?" Ron asked his friend.
"Y-yeah," Harry replied shakily, "I-I guess."
Slowly he reached up and grasped the door handle. Then he turned it and pushed in, opening the door into the room holding what Harry considered his worst nightmare. Not that he thought Hermione was his worst nightmare, but it was the state she was in. All the beeping of machines filled his ears as he slowly stepped into the room. He walked with feet he was sure had turned into stone blocks, as they were heavy and hard to move.
He then saw Hermione and his heart gave a leap before settling in his shoes. She was so pale that she was white and her lips had a blue tinge to them. Her normally frizzy hair was straight and untouched. She wasn't moving with the exception of the slow rising and falling of her chest from her breathing. So many tubes and wires covered her that she was unrecognizable in Harry and Ron's eyes.
Harry knew that her exuberant eyes would remain unseen until she chose to open them once again. Ron let out a choked sob and raced out of the room. Mr. Granger gave chase after him and the two remained outside the room. Ron was too upset by the sight of his friend lying there, helpless and badly injured, to come back into the room.
Mrs. Granger was sitting there, asleep in a very uncomfortable chair. Harry awoke her and told her to go get some sleep out in the waiting room, he would look after Hermione for now. At first she was doubtful, but then she saw the look Harry was giving Hermione every once and a while. It was one of a cross between deep fear and unfathomable love.
Phoenix Fire
Chapter One
In the fourth house on Privet Drive, lives a young man named Harry Potter. Harry is no ordinary young man, as he is a Wizard. The only survivor of a curse used upon his family by a Dark Wizard so evil that his name be not mentioned in the Magic World. Harry lives with his muggle, or non-magical, aunt and uncle now and had been since his parent's death when he was one year old.
Harry was in his room, awaiting a reply letter from his two best friends, who are Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. He looked at himself in the mirror of his room. He smiled satisfactorily at himself, as he was now no longer skinny and thin. He had been lifting weights when he had to drag Dudley to the gym. He had also managed to get an odd job or two to get enough money and get contacts. He finished looking and laid down on his bed.
Harry opened his eyes as he heard something tapping on his window. He smiled as he saw his own owl, Hedwig, fluttering outside with a note attacked to her leg and one in her beak. This was unusual considering that if two people were sending an owl to someone, they would use two different ones and not the same one. Harry smiled larger as he opened the window and Hedwig hopped into his room. He relieved her of her burdens and the snow-white owl lovingly nipped his finger with her beak, flew to her cage, and perched upon it.
Harry was a fifth-year Wizard at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He opened the letter that had been tied to Hedwig's leg first, which bore his name in Ron's handwriting. Ron's short letter filled Harry with a fear unknown to him before. This fear was worse then when he battled Voldemort countless times, defeated a basilisk, taken a golden egg from a Norwegian Ridgeback, or saved his friends and/or school numerous times from certain doom.
Dear Harry,
It's been a while hasn't it? I'm fine, but I think you should read other the letter that Hedwig brought and then come to the Burrow as soon as you can.
Ron.
Harry unrolled the other letter and the first of two sheets fell out. Harry bent to pick it up and he saw what it said. His heart gave a sickening drop to the floor, as he saw the very words written upon the two scrolls and just who had written them, as it was not Hermione, but her father.
Dear Harry Potter,
It is with a heavy heart I write this. Abby, or Mrs. Granger to you, and I were arriving home from a second honeymoon and saw the dark mark floating above our house. Hermione was the only one home a the time. You can't imagine the horror that struck our hearts as we raced into the house, fearing the worst.
We found our daughter lying facedown in the floor. Her wand was lying not too far from were she was dying from the deadliest of the illegal curses, the Avada Kedva. Suddenly a bright light appeared and as soon as it had come, it left. Suddenly, as I was holding Hermione, I felt her breathe in and then I heard her murmur your name.
We rushed her to the nearest muggle hospital with a made-up excuse. The doctor said she is unconscious and there is no telling when she will wake up. We know you would want to be with her being your best friend. If you will go to the Weasly's house, I will pick both you and Ron up. Abby refuses to leave Hermione's side so I will be alone.
Sincerely, William Granger.
By the time Harry had finished reading the letter he was trembling violently. Two tears squeezed out of his eyes and traced their way down his cheeks. Hermione was not only one of his best friends, but Harry was secretly in love with her. He had been in love with Hermione since they first met on the Hogwarts Express. The Hogwarts Express is train that takes them to and from Hogwarts.
It was only the first of August and that meant that there was a month before the term would start. Without a second to lose, Harry packed everything he owned, which wasn't much outside his school things. He sent a letter to Sirius Black, his Godfather, by Hedwig, who he told to go to Ron's once she had delivered his letter, explaining where he would be in case Sirius wanted to look him up.
He snuck downstairs, out the door, and into the night. He used lumos, a spell that makes a light appear at the tip of your wand, and waited for the Knight Bus to come pick him up. Silently it came and he climbed onboard with some help with his trunk. He was awakened, by one of the drivers, when his destination had been reached. He thanked them and knocked on the Weasley's door.
The door opened and Molly Weasley, Mrs. Weasley and Ron's mom, opened the door. As soon as she saw Harry standing there, she almost burst out crying once again. Harry gestured to his trunk, feeling awkward at the emotional display, helplessly. Mrs. Weasley yelled for Ron and two of his older brothers. The two were Fred and George, who were sixth-years at the school and twins.
The two eldest two of the Weasley were Bill and Charlie, who had already graduated. Bill works in a Gringots Bank as a Spell Breaker and Charlie works in Romania with Dragons. Then there was Percy, who had just graduated the year before. Lastly there was Ginny, a second-year and the youngest of the seven.
Ron appeared not a few seconds after the twins and stood there gaping at his friend.
"What?!" Harry asked his friend.
"Y-You've really changed!" Ron sputtered, "You're strong and tough looking! Plus your glasses are gone! Hermione-oh, yeah…"
Mr. Granger came in his car not an hour later and Ron and Harry left with him. They were taken to a nearby Muggle Hospital. The three went up in the elevator, which Ron couldn't help but comment about as it went up. Now they stood in front of the door that led to Hermione's room. Harry was shaking so badly that you would have to be blind to not notice.
"You okay there Harry?" Ron asked his friend.
"Y-yeah," Harry replied shakily, "I-I guess."
Slowly he reached up and grasped the door handle. Then he turned it and pushed in, opening the door into the room holding what Harry considered his worst nightmare. Not that he thought Hermione was his worst nightmare, but it was the state she was in. All the beeping of machines filled his ears as he slowly stepped into the room. He walked with feet he was sure had turned into stone blocks, as they were heavy and hard to move.
He then saw Hermione and his heart gave a leap before settling in his shoes. She was so pale that she was white and her lips had a blue tinge to them. Her normally frizzy hair was straight and untouched. She wasn't moving with the exception of the slow rising and falling of her chest from her breathing. So many tubes and wires covered her that she was unrecognizable in Harry and Ron's eyes.
Harry knew that her exuberant eyes would remain unseen until she chose to open them once again. Ron let out a choked sob and raced out of the room. Mr. Granger gave chase after him and the two remained outside the room. Ron was too upset by the sight of his friend lying there, helpless and badly injured, to come back into the room.
Mrs. Granger was sitting there, asleep in a very uncomfortable chair. Harry awoke her and told her to go get some sleep out in the waiting room, he would look after Hermione for now. At first she was doubtful, but then she saw the look Harry was giving Hermione every once and a while. It was one of a cross between deep fear and unfathomable love.
