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Last time on Phoenix Fire:

"Is that Draco Malfoy?" Ginny asked him softly.

"Welcome Wind," she stated coldly, "To the group."

"It is fate Ronald Weasley," Alexia hissed at the youngest male Weasley, still very angry with him for burning her, "There is no choice or chance in this matter!"

"Don't matter what they like," Jordan replied darkly, "It is a matter that someone 'up there' thought this funny enough to give the responsibility, courage, and drive of a Phoenix to a pure blood, Muggle-born hater, like Draco Malfoy."

"Dragon Clan?!" Harry repeated, confused and slightly angry, "Phoenix Clan?! What haven't you been telling us?!"

"We are not purposely holding back information just for the fun of it," Alexia growled out angrily.

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Chapter 13

"I'm under a blood-sealed, magical oath, that would kill me!" Alexia snapped as she also flew to her feet, "Unless the oath's requirements are fulfilled by this time next year, the oath will kill me!"

Harry and Jordan both looked at Alexia with an expression of shock and anger. Jordan angrily flew to his feet and was quickly followed by Harry.

"Why didn't you tell me!?" Jordan yelled out in response to his wife's angry outburst of a confession.

"I didn't tell you because I knew you'd react this way!" she snapped back, very angry.

Jordan just stood there, watching his wife trying to catch her breath.

"Can't we settle this like adults?!" Harry roared angrily.

"Speak for yourself," Alexia replied almost coldly.

"I'm fifteen!" Harry roared, beginning to become very pissed off, "And I still get treated like I'm five!"

"Maybe if you acted like you were fifteen, instead of five, people would treat you better!" Alexia snapped out.

"It doesn't matter if I'm fifteen or fifty!" Harry snapped back, "They'll still treat me as a walking display-as The-Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived!"

Hermione watched the three-way verbal brawl, in shock, as it got nastier and nastier by the second. The verbal brawl was about to become a three-way, free-for-all and/or physical brawl. Finally she had enough and decided-under age restriction or not-to whip out her wand and put a stop to this.

"Silencio!" Hermione yelled out.

Instantly, Alexia, Jordan, and Harry found themselves without a voice. Alexia glared at Hermione, Jordan started to silently curse, and Harry just shot an annoyed look at her. Alexia raised her hand to her throat like one would do when they were choking. Jordan and Harry both grinned, as they realized what she was getting ready to do.

Jordan and Harry followed suit and placed their hands on their throats, in a similar fashion, continuing to grin. There was a faint glow of silver-from Harry, blue-from Alexia, and black-from Jordan-magic from their throats, but only for a mere second. After the glow had faded away, the three dropped their hands at the exact same time.

"Don't ever do that again," Alexia growled out, her voice faint, and cleared her throat, before speaking once more, "I hate having to do that."

"I concur," Jordan croaked out, cleared his throat, and softly spoke once again, "Wandless does take a lot out of us."

"I agree with both of them," Harry choked out, cleared his throat, and spoke once more, "It still makes me really tired when I-when I..."

Harry trailed off as he started to become woozy and swayed dangerously on his feet. Before he could scarcely draw his next breath, Harry passed out and headed for the floor. Jordan dove, but missed catching Harry and the poor boy hit the hardwood floor, hard. Hermione instantly ran to Harry's side, looking like someone had stopped her heart. Out of instinct, she checked his pulse, only to find it steady and strong.

Jordan reached down and hauled Harry up over his shoulder in a Fireman's Carry. He looked to his parents for help and Molly jumped into action. She told Jordan to take Harry into the living room and place him on the couch. She would have told him to take Harry to Ron's room, but it wasn't a good idea right then. The couch was the nearest place they could lay Harry out comfortably and still be close to the kitchen and Master Bedroom.

"Will he be alright?" Hermione asked out of worry, panicking, "I didn't mean to-I mean-I was only-"

Hermione couldn't finish her sentence, but, instead, burst into tears. Jordan and Alexia exchanged knowing looks, nodded once, and gently laid Harry down on the couch. Alexia motioned to Jordan and the two began to converse away from the others, who gathered around Harry. Just as Alexia started to say something, she was interrupted by a form falling to the floor from somewhere near the ceiling.

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"That's it!" a new voice yelled out as someone fell from somewhere near the roof and landed in an ungraceful heap on the floor.

Alexia and Jordan gaped at the newcomer as she stood, dusting herself off, mutter angrily.

"Apparate they said... Get there quicker they said... When I get back I'm gonna turn those two into-"

The newcomer stopped dead and paled when she caught sight of the group standing before her.

"Uh-oh."

Jordan grabbed the stranger's elbow and gently, but firmly, steered her into the next room. Alexia nodded to Arthur and then followed Jordan and the newcomer into the Kitchen.

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Alexia crossed her arms and stared at the girl before her.

"Angel," she stated calmly, seething mad inside, "I thought I told the Wings to stay behind until the Phoenixes were gathered and the Dragons arrived."

"Uh, yeah, you did," Angel replied with one of those 'please don't kill me!' looks on her face, "But Falcon sent me."

Falcon was the nickname of Alex Granger, who was the temporary group commander while Jordan and Alexia were gone. If he sent someone to find the two of them, then something horrible had happened.

"How bad is it?" Alexia asked out, now concerned.

"It's bad," Angel replied softly, "They found us easily and we had to battle them. God was with us... We had zero casualties, but..."

Alexia's eyes narrowed as she heard the 'but' because that meant that something had had to have happened to someone in their group.

"We were betrayed..."

"Betrayed?" Jordan repeated incredulously, cocked an eyebrow, and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Betrayed," Angel replied simply, "Betrayed by Aeria."

"Damn," Alexia hissed under her breath, closed her eyes, and turned her head away in shame, "And to think I trusted her."

"She did save your life," Jordan stated calmly, almost coldly, "But why would she betray us?"

"She said that it was because the Dragons had Nicholas..." Angel added softly, hanging her head and staring at the floor.

Alexia sucked in a breath and placed one of her hands on her still flat stomach. Alexia suddenly felt for the betrayer, for she was one who could understand the desperation Aeria must have gone through while the Dragon's held a claw to her son's throat.

"And has Nicholas been returned?" Jordan asked Aeria coldly.

"Yes," Aeria replied, "And the time to celebrate his return to the sky is set for tomorrow."

"You mean they-" Alexia began angrily, disgusted.

"They did," Aeria replied, unintentionally cutting Alexia off.

"Bastards," Alexia hissed out through clenched teeth and then suddenly a sickening realization hit her, "What about Billy?!"

Aeria shot her commander a confused look.

"He's fine," she replied calmly, confused, "He wasn't even there when it happened. Joe had him down at the river, fishing."

Their conversation was cut short as Ron rushed into the room, a panicked look on his face.

"Harry's taken a turn for the worst!" he spat out.

Alexia and Jordan exchanged looks and then shot another over at Aeria.

"Aeria, you serve the Phoenix Clan loyally do ye not?" she asked calmly.

"Aye," she replied, also calm.

"And do ye serve as a Healer as well as a Fighter?" Jordan added, asking her just as seriously.

"Aye that I do."

"Then, in the name of the Phoenix Clan," Alexia stated calmly, still deadly serious, "I, Alexia Sirius Potter Weasley, Leader of the Phoenix Clan and bearer of the powers of the Ice Phoenix...request that you heal my brother, Harry James Potter, bearer of the powers of the Lighting Phoenix."

"I accept this request and I will do my best to save him," Aeria replied calmly, turned on her heel, and walked out of the room.

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Hermione paced back and forth crazily, trying her hardest to not burst out crying right then and there. Harry was slowly slipping away and, for some reason unknown to them, the Phoenixes's ability to heal wasn't working. Suddenly, the girl from earlier was there and she seemed really determined about something. Slowly, carefully, she walked over to Harry and stared down at his failing form.

She looked at him like someone would look at a piece of furniture before repairing it; it was almost like she was appraising him. Suddenly she rolled her eyes, snorted, and held out her hand with her palm downward. She moved her hand through the air, almost as if she was scanning Harry. Then she rolled her eyes, once more, as Alexia and Jordan walked back into the living room and stood to the side.

"Kaew oot si eh..." the girl muttered and then turned to Alexia.*

"Ygrene mih evig neht," Alexia replied as if it was normal to talk like the two of them currently where.*

"Mih leah ot ygrene s'etam luos sih deen I ...elbitapmocni, yas uoy od woh, s'ti...krow t'now enim!"*

Alexia suddenly turned to Hermione and motioned, with her head, for her to go over to Aeria and help.

"Aeria, this is Hermione...Hermione, this is Aeria," Alexia stated softly and then turned back to Aeria, "Etam luos s'yrraH si ehs..."*

Aeria seemed to give Hermione the once-over and then gave her a sharp nod. Then she turned back to Harry's rapidly failing body and slowly began to glow a weird brownish-red, almost copper. Without warning, she whipped around with one hand in the air, looking for all the world, like she was about to strike Hermione. Instead of actually hitting her, Aeria's hand swept past her face, scant inches from Hermione's cheek, and seemed to grasp at something that wasn't even there.

"Flesruoy laever!" Alexia suddenly snarled angrily.*

A form, the one that Aeria had captured, suddenly appeared. A woman's body took the place of the struggling shadow. Aeria's hand was grasping her throat tightly, strangling her slowly. As the face changed colors, it took Hermione only a second to realize who it was.

"TONKS!" she screamed out and whipped around to face Aeria "Let her go! You're killing her!"

Aeria looked over at Alexia, who nodded, and then let go of the Auror.

"Enervate," Mr. Weasley muttered quietly.

Tonks came to and held her throat gingerly, feeling the pain of being nearly choked to death.

"You nearly killed me!" she screamed angrily.

"Never sneak up on a Wing," Aeria snarled out, "We're quite dangerous when we're provoked."

Tonks eyes widened considerably.

"You're a Wing?!" she yelped.

Aeria nodded only once and then turned back to Harry. She motioned for Hermione to step close once again.

"Put your hands on the sides of his head," she instructed Hermione, "...Good... Now close your eyes and concentrate... You'll end up inside Harry's mind... Whatever you do, do not panic... Got it?"

Hermione nodded once, stepped up to Harry, and did as she had been instructed. Just as soon as she had started to concentrate, she felt herself getting pulled in...

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