Harry Potter and the Betrayal of the Phoenix
Chapter 4 - Arrival of the Phoenix
Quick Note: I couldn't think of a good way to portray Harry's thoughts, so his thoughts are going to be italicized and spells and books and such will be bold.
Disclaimer: It just dawned on me that I should use one of these. I don't own any of these characters, the canon herself JK does…or maybe Warner Brothers does…maybe Scholastic…who knows? Anyways, it's not me, and I am not here to make any money.
The next morning, after Harry spent the rest of the day in his trunk writing in his journal, reading some of the books for the DA, and his usual night of restless sleep in his trunk, he woke feeling a tad guilty on how he blew up at Hermione. She didn't know about the prophecy, and its not her fault that neither Harry nor Dumbledore told her.
I wonder who else knows what the prophecy is all about other than Dumbledore, Trelawny, and me, and I wonder if I should tell other people about it. Maybe the less people know about it the fewer people will be harmed because of it. I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of this stupid prophecy...too many people have been hurt because of it, and Sirius was murdered because of this stupid thing. I guess I should ask Dumbledore before telling Hermione the details.
Harry, whose stomach gave a loud rumble of protest over not eating anything since yesterday's breakfast, decided it was time to get out of his trunk and find Hermione to offer some sort of apology. He climbed out of his trunk and noticed Hermione sleeping on the bed that would soon become Harry's bed.
Well, at least she didn't go storming away, so either she cares about me and wanted to make sure I'm ok, or she wants to know what the hell I meant by 'Don't talk about what you don't understand.
"Hermione? You awake?" asked Harry as he walked over to where Hermione was sleeping.
"Maybe…I'm asleep if you are going to blow up at me again, but I'm awake if you want to talk. Just talk" replied Hermione.
"Cute Hermione. Look, I am sorry I flew of the handle like that, but you have to understand that it's much easier for me to do that nowadays. I mean, I've lost one of the most important figures in my life because I was too weak to overcome…"
"Harry!" interrupted Hermione, "It is not that you were too weak to do anything. You have to learn to let others take responsibility for their actions. Sirius could have stayed home that night; he didn't have to go to the Department of Mysteries. Sirius's death is not your fault, its not anyone's fault but Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort. I refuse to sit here and listen to you continually blame yourself!"
"Hermione…there's nothing you can say that will cause me to change this. You don't want to listen to it, so I won't say it. I reserve the right to be angry at odd times, to occasionally blow up at you. I can promise you and Ron and anyone else this…I don't really mean the things I always say when I get angry. If I really mean it, then I'll still be angry the next day. If I get in one of these ruts just let me be alone to sort out all the thoughts in my head."
"Harry…I'm not quite sure that's the most healthy way of coping…"
"But it's MY way of coping. Lets stop talking about this. I need to talk to Dumbledore about something later, but first lets get some breakfast and talk about DA"
"Ok Harry…I'm going to run and get changed; lets meet in the common room to eat breakfast."
"Sounds good Hermy"
"Stop calling me that!"
Harry's stomach groaned again, ending the conversation. Hermione ran out to go get changed, and Harry dragged himself down to the Common Room.
I wonder how to ask Dobby for some breakfast"Dobby?"
Harry heard a small *pop* and then saw Dobby had arrived.
"Yes Harry Potter? How can Dobby…be of service…to Mister Harry Potter?"
"Umm, Dobby," replied a clearly uncomfortable Harry. Harry still couldn't get over Kreacher's lies of a couple of months ago, "Hermione and me need breakfast for two. Can you bring us something?"
"Of course Harry Potter!" said Dobby as he left in a *pop*.
Hermione arrived just as Dobby left. "I asked Dobby to bring us some breakfast, now what all did you do yesterday while I was sulking in my trunk?"
Hermione replied, as breakfast magically appeared on the table, "I sent Dumbledore a sketch of the Room of Requirement from last year…it worked really well. I made a few minor adjustments, but overall it's pretty much the same. As for what to teach…I'm not 100% sure what to start with. Could you pass the juice?"
"Sure Hermy. As for what to teach, we should start off just reviewing what we covered last year. That will give us probably a week to decide on what spells we should teach. I've learned a lot of the summer, but they seem to be rather dark. I learned a pretty cool spell called Auxilium that we could teach first. It lets us build something of a mental help system."
"I've heard of it before, that sounds pretty good."
"I also think, Hermy, that we should cover one spell a lesson, unless everyone either seems to get it really quickly or no one seems to get it at all."
"That sounds good Harry…let finish up breakfast and then go talk to Dumbledore."
"Ok." Time to ask Dumbledore about telling Hermione, and Ron too, about the prophecy. I think that it would be hard for me to keep this inside for much longer…but I have to be careful on wording it so Hermione won't get suspicious.
Breakfast ended and Hermione and Harry walked to Dumbledore's office and gave the password of "Snickers." There was an even more unusual scenario in Dumbledore's office than normal…there were two phoenixes on Fawkes's perch: one he had never seen before and Fawkes.
The unknown Phoenix, at sight of Harry, flew over to Harry, sat on his shoulder, pecked Harry in the ear, and sang.
And somehow, Harry knew from this phoenix's song that her name was Corning, and that she had chosen to aid Harry in his battle of evil.
Corning burst into flames, while still on Harry's shoulder. Although Harry felt no pain, it was more of a pleasant feeling, Hermione's gasp brought him out of his stupor.
All to which Dumbledore replied, "How Extraordinary."
A/N: Really…you guys…almost 250 reviews for my first three meager chapters…I am truly blown away. Honestly. Wow. I was expecting to only get about five…and for those who put my little story on their favorites list…all thirty of you…I'm speechless! And this chapter I guess goes out to The Rat Killer…for having the same idea as I did about the Phoenix. And as for the title…you'll see what the betrayal is all about in the future (its pretty much the only thing I've thought out at the moment…the story is writing itself.) I'll try to get one more chapter up by the end of the day.