A Phoenix's Tale
By: Muses Fury
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Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own character. All others belong to J.K. Rowlings.
Summary: Oh, you know what it is already, look at previous chapters. ;-)
Dedication: To my beta, Aly, thanks for helping me. :-)
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Dumbledore and Snape both waited anxiously in Dumbledore's office. Silver instruments of various shapes and sizes whirled and hummed all around the silent room. Every once in awhile, flashes of lightning were seen, followed closely by loud claps of thunder.
The sun rose, casting dim, grey hues over the spacious grounds of Hogwarts.
"A raid has never taken this long before," Snape said, glancing at the door, as rain began pelting Hogwarts. "I hope that I have not sent them into another trap." He said, chancing a look out the window. But, the rain was coming down so hard, it obsured even the minutest view.
"I'm sure that they are fine, Severus." Dumbledore said consolingly. If Snape had bothered looking away from the window, he would have seen a fleeting look of worry cross Dumbledore's features. Though, as it were, he didn't, and the look went unnoticed.
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Both men turned towards the door, as two very wet and very tired individuals walked in. A smile rose to Dumbledore's face as he greeted the two warmly.
"Ah, Ambrose, Kingsley. So good of you to join us again. Please sit down and warm yourselves by the fire," he said, using his wand to move two chairs closer to the flames. Dumbledore then pulled a golden cord behind his desk. Instantly a house-elf appeared.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, sir?" Dobby asked, grinning toothily. "What may Dobby do for you, sir?"
"I think that we would like some tea and sandwiches, please, Dobby."
"Yes, Sir! Right away sir!" Dobby said, and vanished momentarily. A few moments later, Dobby reappeared, levitating a large tray. "Dobby brought soup to, sir. Thought it might help too, sir," He said glancing at Ambrose and Kingsley, "Soup always helps, sir." Dobby levitated the tray onto the table and turned back to Dumbledore.
"Anything else that Dobby can do for you, sir?"
"No, thank-you, Dobby. That will be all for now, I think." Dumbledore said, chuckling as Dobby bowed and vanished once again.
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Dumbledore began handing out cups of tea, plates of sandwiches, and bowls of soup. They sat in a tense silence as they ate. Dumbledore was humming softly, as he watched his companions closely.
Snape was eating quietly, occasionally glancing at either Dumbledore, Kingsley, or Ambrose. More often, it was the latter of the three. Kingsley, was doing the same. *This is interesting,* thought Dumbledore, *I wonder what--?* He stopped mid-thought. He watched Ambrose closely. *What could have happened out there to make her look so upset?* he thought.
For indeed, Ambrose did look different. Her eyes were dim and her face was pale. There was no air of contentment around her. She looked blankly into the fire next to her, a cup of tea in her hand. Her food remained untouched beside her.
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A few minutes more, and the plates and bowls- minus Ambrose's- were cleaned and returned to the tray. Dumbledore decided that it was time to ask about the raid.
"What happened out there today?" he asked, staring at the two Aurors solemnly. Kingsley, with a quick look at Ambrose, launched into the story.
"It was like any other raid. There was the usual ransacking and burning of houses. Most of the Death Eaters were either caught or killed. However, there was one difference." he said, and glanced at Ambrose. Snape and Dumbledore exchanged a glance.
"And that was?" Snape asked impatiently.
"One small girl." Ambrose answered softly. She looked away from the fire, but still did not lift her face. "She was caught in the middle of it all. A Death Eater was coming up behind her. I aimed at the Death Eater, trying to stop him, but the girl moved and was hit by the curse instead. It killed her instantly. I tried to help her," she said, raising her eyes to those of Dumbledore's, pleading with him to understand, "I really did, but I failed." She blinked and looked into the fire once more, lapsing into silence. Dumbledore got up and walked over to where Ambrose sat. Kneeling in front of her, he took her hands into his. *She's shaking badly.* his brain registered instantly.
"My dear, no one blames you for what happened. It was an accident." he said softly, giving her hands a light squeeze.
"An accident?" She asked, her eyes shooting up to meet his. "An accident?" she repeated, a soft red glow forming around her, she was angry.
"Yes, Ambrose, an accident."
"Because of this little accident, a little girl is now dead because of me." The red glow turned scarlet and gave a sudden surge. The fire grew larger and crackled ominously, occasionally sending sparks flying towards Ambrose's chair.
"But, an accident it still is, Ambrose. You did not intend to kill anyone, I know you try to avoid it at all costs. Except, of course, when you are angry. As you probably was earlier during the raid, right?"
"Yes, Albus." she said, hanging her head.
Kingsley and Snape both gasped as something very odd happened.
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Ambrose looked up into the eyes of Dumbledore as the gasp was heard, and looked around curiously. She was surprised to see a silver mist invading her own scarlet one. With a raised eyebrow, she looked at Dumbledore, as she too gasped.
A silvery mist hung around Dumbledore, making his white hair and beard even brighter. His eyes, though the piercing blue as always, held a secret power in their depths. Ambrose looked at Snape and Kingsley and then back to Dumbledore. She noticed the anger draining from her and watched open mouthed as her red aura turned silver, and then disappeared leaving her with a peaceful feeling.
"Albus?" she asked, "What happened?" Dumbledore got up, and walked back to his desk. He sat down, and stared benignly around at the three people in front of him. He smiled at the looks of utter amazement and confusion he was receiving.
"You're a Mage as well, aren't you, Albus?" Ambrose asked, comprehension dawning on her face. Dumbledore nodded his assent. "What element do you control?" she asked.
"Ah, Ambrose, surely you know that Elemental Mages aren't the only types of Mages in existence? Though, I do enjoy a nice rain every once in awhile." he said, nodding towards the light drizzle that still fell.
"So, you're a Water Mage then?"
"No, my dear, even though I can control water, I am what is called a Spirit Mage." Ambrose's mouth dropped open in surprise as she stared at Dumbledore in awe.
When no other explanations were forthcoming, Snape spoke up.
"What does a 'Spirit Mage' do?" he asked, looking from Ambrose to Dumbledore.
"A Spirit Mage is the most powerful of all the Mages." Ambrose said, "For they are a culmination of all the powers."
"Meaning?"
"I can choose to heal, kill, or torture people. I know what people think and feel, and if I choose, I can alter either. For instance, when Ambrose was angry earlier. I 'tricked' her so to speak, to make her calm. Because, I really couldn't have her destroying my office." Dumbledore said, with a smile.
"Headmaster? I have a question."
"Yes, Kingsley?"
"You said that you could heal, kill, or torture people. How? I don't understand how that works."
"In order to heal someone, I use energy similar to what you saw earlier. I concentrate on the person that needs healing. And, as long as they want to be healed, they will be." He paused to let the information sink in before continuing. "In order to kill someone, which I have never done, it involves taking their life-force away. It works like the Dementor's Kiss, but the individual dies. Essentially, the person's soul and spirit are sucked out of them. However, to torture someone, involves the same technique, but it is not as drastic. Any other questions?" Dumbledore asked. The others shook their heads. Kingsley stood up, looking at his watch.
"Rose, we need to head into the office. They'll want a report from us as well. Not to mention the paper work that needs to be done."
"Oh, right. I'll be back later, Albus, Severus." Ambrose said, as she and Kingsley got up and walked out of the circular office.
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Well, how did you like it?! Read and review please? Thanks, talk to you all later.
~Muses Fury
By: Muses Fury
~*~
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own character. All others belong to J.K. Rowlings.
Summary: Oh, you know what it is already, look at previous chapters. ;-)
Dedication: To my beta, Aly, thanks for helping me. :-)
~*~
Dumbledore and Snape both waited anxiously in Dumbledore's office. Silver instruments of various shapes and sizes whirled and hummed all around the silent room. Every once in awhile, flashes of lightning were seen, followed closely by loud claps of thunder.
The sun rose, casting dim, grey hues over the spacious grounds of Hogwarts.
"A raid has never taken this long before," Snape said, glancing at the door, as rain began pelting Hogwarts. "I hope that I have not sent them into another trap." He said, chancing a look out the window. But, the rain was coming down so hard, it obsured even the minutest view.
"I'm sure that they are fine, Severus." Dumbledore said consolingly. If Snape had bothered looking away from the window, he would have seen a fleeting look of worry cross Dumbledore's features. Though, as it were, he didn't, and the look went unnoticed.
~*~
Both men turned towards the door, as two very wet and very tired individuals walked in. A smile rose to Dumbledore's face as he greeted the two warmly.
"Ah, Ambrose, Kingsley. So good of you to join us again. Please sit down and warm yourselves by the fire," he said, using his wand to move two chairs closer to the flames. Dumbledore then pulled a golden cord behind his desk. Instantly a house-elf appeared.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, sir?" Dobby asked, grinning toothily. "What may Dobby do for you, sir?"
"I think that we would like some tea and sandwiches, please, Dobby."
"Yes, Sir! Right away sir!" Dobby said, and vanished momentarily. A few moments later, Dobby reappeared, levitating a large tray. "Dobby brought soup to, sir. Thought it might help too, sir," He said glancing at Ambrose and Kingsley, "Soup always helps, sir." Dobby levitated the tray onto the table and turned back to Dumbledore.
"Anything else that Dobby can do for you, sir?"
"No, thank-you, Dobby. That will be all for now, I think." Dumbledore said, chuckling as Dobby bowed and vanished once again.
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Dumbledore began handing out cups of tea, plates of sandwiches, and bowls of soup. They sat in a tense silence as they ate. Dumbledore was humming softly, as he watched his companions closely.
Snape was eating quietly, occasionally glancing at either Dumbledore, Kingsley, or Ambrose. More often, it was the latter of the three. Kingsley, was doing the same. *This is interesting,* thought Dumbledore, *I wonder what--?* He stopped mid-thought. He watched Ambrose closely. *What could have happened out there to make her look so upset?* he thought.
For indeed, Ambrose did look different. Her eyes were dim and her face was pale. There was no air of contentment around her. She looked blankly into the fire next to her, a cup of tea in her hand. Her food remained untouched beside her.
~*~
A few minutes more, and the plates and bowls- minus Ambrose's- were cleaned and returned to the tray. Dumbledore decided that it was time to ask about the raid.
"What happened out there today?" he asked, staring at the two Aurors solemnly. Kingsley, with a quick look at Ambrose, launched into the story.
"It was like any other raid. There was the usual ransacking and burning of houses. Most of the Death Eaters were either caught or killed. However, there was one difference." he said, and glanced at Ambrose. Snape and Dumbledore exchanged a glance.
"And that was?" Snape asked impatiently.
"One small girl." Ambrose answered softly. She looked away from the fire, but still did not lift her face. "She was caught in the middle of it all. A Death Eater was coming up behind her. I aimed at the Death Eater, trying to stop him, but the girl moved and was hit by the curse instead. It killed her instantly. I tried to help her," she said, raising her eyes to those of Dumbledore's, pleading with him to understand, "I really did, but I failed." She blinked and looked into the fire once more, lapsing into silence. Dumbledore got up and walked over to where Ambrose sat. Kneeling in front of her, he took her hands into his. *She's shaking badly.* his brain registered instantly.
"My dear, no one blames you for what happened. It was an accident." he said softly, giving her hands a light squeeze.
"An accident?" She asked, her eyes shooting up to meet his. "An accident?" she repeated, a soft red glow forming around her, she was angry.
"Yes, Ambrose, an accident."
"Because of this little accident, a little girl is now dead because of me." The red glow turned scarlet and gave a sudden surge. The fire grew larger and crackled ominously, occasionally sending sparks flying towards Ambrose's chair.
"But, an accident it still is, Ambrose. You did not intend to kill anyone, I know you try to avoid it at all costs. Except, of course, when you are angry. As you probably was earlier during the raid, right?"
"Yes, Albus." she said, hanging her head.
Kingsley and Snape both gasped as something very odd happened.
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Ambrose looked up into the eyes of Dumbledore as the gasp was heard, and looked around curiously. She was surprised to see a silver mist invading her own scarlet one. With a raised eyebrow, she looked at Dumbledore, as she too gasped.
A silvery mist hung around Dumbledore, making his white hair and beard even brighter. His eyes, though the piercing blue as always, held a secret power in their depths. Ambrose looked at Snape and Kingsley and then back to Dumbledore. She noticed the anger draining from her and watched open mouthed as her red aura turned silver, and then disappeared leaving her with a peaceful feeling.
"Albus?" she asked, "What happened?" Dumbledore got up, and walked back to his desk. He sat down, and stared benignly around at the three people in front of him. He smiled at the looks of utter amazement and confusion he was receiving.
"You're a Mage as well, aren't you, Albus?" Ambrose asked, comprehension dawning on her face. Dumbledore nodded his assent. "What element do you control?" she asked.
"Ah, Ambrose, surely you know that Elemental Mages aren't the only types of Mages in existence? Though, I do enjoy a nice rain every once in awhile." he said, nodding towards the light drizzle that still fell.
"So, you're a Water Mage then?"
"No, my dear, even though I can control water, I am what is called a Spirit Mage." Ambrose's mouth dropped open in surprise as she stared at Dumbledore in awe.
When no other explanations were forthcoming, Snape spoke up.
"What does a 'Spirit Mage' do?" he asked, looking from Ambrose to Dumbledore.
"A Spirit Mage is the most powerful of all the Mages." Ambrose said, "For they are a culmination of all the powers."
"Meaning?"
"I can choose to heal, kill, or torture people. I know what people think and feel, and if I choose, I can alter either. For instance, when Ambrose was angry earlier. I 'tricked' her so to speak, to make her calm. Because, I really couldn't have her destroying my office." Dumbledore said, with a smile.
"Headmaster? I have a question."
"Yes, Kingsley?"
"You said that you could heal, kill, or torture people. How? I don't understand how that works."
"In order to heal someone, I use energy similar to what you saw earlier. I concentrate on the person that needs healing. And, as long as they want to be healed, they will be." He paused to let the information sink in before continuing. "In order to kill someone, which I have never done, it involves taking their life-force away. It works like the Dementor's Kiss, but the individual dies. Essentially, the person's soul and spirit are sucked out of them. However, to torture someone, involves the same technique, but it is not as drastic. Any other questions?" Dumbledore asked. The others shook their heads. Kingsley stood up, looking at his watch.
"Rose, we need to head into the office. They'll want a report from us as well. Not to mention the paper work that needs to be done."
"Oh, right. I'll be back later, Albus, Severus." Ambrose said, as she and Kingsley got up and walked out of the circular office.
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Well, how did you like it?! Read and review please? Thanks, talk to you all later.
~Muses Fury