A Phoenix's Tale
By: Muses Fury
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Disclaimer: I don't own any known character, J.K. Rowling does, so don't sue me.
Summary: Here is my take on Fawkes the phoenix, enjoy!
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"...and the next thing I knew, the fire from the burning house nearest her flew and took out most of the Death Eaters in front of us, and most on the left. She killed about thirty of them at once. It was then that the began retreating and she fainted shortly there after." Kingsley Shacklebolt finished. He was standing in the Hogwarts infirmary reporting to Snape and Dumbledore what had happened. "It wasn't like anything that I've ever seen." he said shortly, scratching his head. Dumbledore nodded, understanding what he meant.
"And you say that not a single Auror was hurt?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, well, I was," he held up his bandaged hands, "and so was McNeil behind her. But, that was only because we tried to catch her when she fainted. I had to levitate her here because we couldn't touch her, she was so hot." All three of the men looked to the bed behind them. It had been burned as soon as Ambrose was set upon it.
"It seems," Dumbledore began, "that being a fire mage makes her temperature go up when her powers are tapped. Though, I believe that her powers may be tied into her emotions at the time."
"Like wandless magic?" Snape asked.
"Yes, exactly, Severus. I think that she was feeling trapped. So, she eradicated the problem."
"I dare say that's what she did." Kingsley said, laughing. Dumbledore smiled as well, but Snape just stared at them.
A soft moan came from the bed Ambrose was in. The three of them gathered around her as she opened her eyes.
"Ah, Ambrose, welcome back to the land of the living." Dumbledore said, relief evident in his voice. She tried to talk, but her mouth was too dry. Dumbledore handed her a goblet of water, and smiled as she drank the water in gulps.
"Thanks." She said, and put the goblet on the table next to the bed.
"How are you feeling?" Albus asked, concern etched his every feature.
"Exhausted."
"I'll bet especially after last night." He never received a response because Ambrose had already gone back to sleep. After a brief moment of making sure that she was ok, Dumbledore suggested that they go to his office to finish the talk. Agreeing with him, the three of them lesft.
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Ambrose listened as the three of them left the infirmary. When they did, she opened her eyes. She turned onto her left side and gasped at the burned bed. Her head was swimming in thoughts, as she had heard most of what was said. *How could I do something without knowing that I could?* She thought. *Blimey my head hurts, maybe I should get some more sleep.* So she did.
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Snape came back a hour later to check on Ambrose, as Madam Pomfrey had left earlier. The mediwitch had been there last night, but an emergency at home pulled her away today. But, she left orders that Ambrose should drink lots of fluids, eat, and stay in bed for at least one more day. Pomfrey had also told them that no more cooling potions were needed as Ambrose's temperature was down to normal again. Snape turned and looked at the burned bed, remembering Pomfrey's screams as the bed began to burn. With a smile, Snape flicked his wand, and the bed was as good as new.
It was then that Dumbledore came into the room carrying a tray ladened with sandwiched and tea. Another tray was following him that carried a bowl of soup, obviously for Ambrose.
"Ah, well, it seems that our patient hasn't woken up yet." He said, setting the trays onto the table. He handed Snape a plate of of sandwiches.
"No, it would appear that she was more tired than we thought." Snape said, taking the plate.
"Well, she did expend a lot of energy last night."
Snape nodded and began eating, Dumbledore did the same.
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The two men sat in companionable silence for a couple of hours more. Dumbledore noticed that Snape was fighting sleep.
"You can go to your rooms, you know. You're tired."
"No, Headmaster. I'm fine. I'll stay here." Snape said, yawning.
"Another possiblity is to sleep on one of the hospital beds. I'm sure Poppy won't mind. Come now, Severus, I insist." Dumbledore got up, and led the dark man to a bed next to Ambrose's and made Snape lie down. "It's for your own good, Severus, now go to sleep."
"Yes, headmaster." He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Dumbledore chuckled, and pulling the blanket up to the Potion Master's shoulders, sat down between the two to keep watch over them.
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Well, how was this chapter? Enjoy it like the others? Anyway, review please?
Have a lovely day/evening!!
~ Muses Fury
By: Muses Fury
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Disclaimer: I don't own any known character, J.K. Rowling does, so don't sue me.
Summary: Here is my take on Fawkes the phoenix, enjoy!
~*~
"...and the next thing I knew, the fire from the burning house nearest her flew and took out most of the Death Eaters in front of us, and most on the left. She killed about thirty of them at once. It was then that the began retreating and she fainted shortly there after." Kingsley Shacklebolt finished. He was standing in the Hogwarts infirmary reporting to Snape and Dumbledore what had happened. "It wasn't like anything that I've ever seen." he said shortly, scratching his head. Dumbledore nodded, understanding what he meant.
"And you say that not a single Auror was hurt?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, well, I was," he held up his bandaged hands, "and so was McNeil behind her. But, that was only because we tried to catch her when she fainted. I had to levitate her here because we couldn't touch her, she was so hot." All three of the men looked to the bed behind them. It had been burned as soon as Ambrose was set upon it.
"It seems," Dumbledore began, "that being a fire mage makes her temperature go up when her powers are tapped. Though, I believe that her powers may be tied into her emotions at the time."
"Like wandless magic?" Snape asked.
"Yes, exactly, Severus. I think that she was feeling trapped. So, she eradicated the problem."
"I dare say that's what she did." Kingsley said, laughing. Dumbledore smiled as well, but Snape just stared at them.
A soft moan came from the bed Ambrose was in. The three of them gathered around her as she opened her eyes.
"Ah, Ambrose, welcome back to the land of the living." Dumbledore said, relief evident in his voice. She tried to talk, but her mouth was too dry. Dumbledore handed her a goblet of water, and smiled as she drank the water in gulps.
"Thanks." She said, and put the goblet on the table next to the bed.
"How are you feeling?" Albus asked, concern etched his every feature.
"Exhausted."
"I'll bet especially after last night." He never received a response because Ambrose had already gone back to sleep. After a brief moment of making sure that she was ok, Dumbledore suggested that they go to his office to finish the talk. Agreeing with him, the three of them lesft.
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Ambrose listened as the three of them left the infirmary. When they did, she opened her eyes. She turned onto her left side and gasped at the burned bed. Her head was swimming in thoughts, as she had heard most of what was said. *How could I do something without knowing that I could?* She thought. *Blimey my head hurts, maybe I should get some more sleep.* So she did.
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Snape came back a hour later to check on Ambrose, as Madam Pomfrey had left earlier. The mediwitch had been there last night, but an emergency at home pulled her away today. But, she left orders that Ambrose should drink lots of fluids, eat, and stay in bed for at least one more day. Pomfrey had also told them that no more cooling potions were needed as Ambrose's temperature was down to normal again. Snape turned and looked at the burned bed, remembering Pomfrey's screams as the bed began to burn. With a smile, Snape flicked his wand, and the bed was as good as new.
It was then that Dumbledore came into the room carrying a tray ladened with sandwiched and tea. Another tray was following him that carried a bowl of soup, obviously for Ambrose.
"Ah, well, it seems that our patient hasn't woken up yet." He said, setting the trays onto the table. He handed Snape a plate of of sandwiches.
"No, it would appear that she was more tired than we thought." Snape said, taking the plate.
"Well, she did expend a lot of energy last night."
Snape nodded and began eating, Dumbledore did the same.
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The two men sat in companionable silence for a couple of hours more. Dumbledore noticed that Snape was fighting sleep.
"You can go to your rooms, you know. You're tired."
"No, Headmaster. I'm fine. I'll stay here." Snape said, yawning.
"Another possiblity is to sleep on one of the hospital beds. I'm sure Poppy won't mind. Come now, Severus, I insist." Dumbledore got up, and led the dark man to a bed next to Ambrose's and made Snape lie down. "It's for your own good, Severus, now go to sleep."
"Yes, headmaster." He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Dumbledore chuckled, and pulling the blanket up to the Potion Master's shoulders, sat down between the two to keep watch over them.
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Well, how was this chapter? Enjoy it like the others? Anyway, review please?
Have a lovely day/evening!!
~ Muses Fury