Disclaimer: So… the same old ones… I don't own Harry Potter or any of JKR's characters and stuff… I also don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, The Phantom of the Opera, or The Notebook. Now if I did… and you included everything else I don't own… I'd be even richer than last chapter… sigh Too bad… anyhoo, I do own all of the Americans if you know what I mean…
Author's Note: Wow… chapter 7. That makes me feel special… I hope you all are liking the series… Life gets pretty bad for Phoenix soon… yees, this is a really long chapter, at least in my notebook it is… I don't think I'm going to split it up… or maybe I will… Right now I'm writing chapter 10 in the red and into the black notebook… It went from a purple notebook to red. And now it's in black! …aren't I a slow typer? Anyhoo… here's the story… sniffle It's a sad one filled with many heart filled memories.
Phoenix Apparated in front of a cemetery. Even though it was June sixteenth, the graveyard seemed dark and cold. The sight sent chills up her spine. Everything was perfectly still. The lone tree was dead with no leaves on it. A slight breeze blew her hair. She sighed and walked far into the cemetery. Phoenix froze when she saw the large block of granite that marked the grave of William Michael Turner.
I still can't believe he's dead, Phoenix thought sadly. She overcame her paralysis and conjured a bouquet of roses. The roses weren't ordinary either. Half of them were red; the other half was made up of black roses and was mixed in with the red. A black ribbon was tied around the stems of the flowers. This was joke between Will and Phoenix from what felt like so long ago. The memory flashed before her eyes.
As soon as she saw The Phantom of the Opera, Phoenix became obsessed with it. The songs she sang, the things she thought, and the ideas she vocalized were all involved with the Phantom. She taught herself French, she learned everything she could about Paris, and she read all books that had the slightest thing to do with the Phantom. Of course the entire school knew of Phoenix's obsession within a couple days. So when her group of friends also became obsessed, no one was really surprised. Songs such as "The Phantom of the Opera," "The Point of No Return," and "Music of the Night" could be heard in the hallways on a regular basis. The Phantom of the OperaPhantom. Phantom
On Valentine's Day, the "Phantom" visited the school and left Phoenix and her friends little presents. Phoenix woke up on that day to find a single red rose with a black ribbon and note tied to the thorny stem.
Meet me in Room 213, the note read. Phoenix smiled; she had a notion of who sent it to her.
Quickly, Phoenix got dressed. She looked in the long mirror as she brushed her fiery red hair. The reflection showed her in her red and green plaid skirt and a white polo shirt with Cateye's emblem on it. She put on a red and green tie and left it somewhat loose.
Phoenix walked quickly out of the tower where the Phoenician Common Room was and up the stairs to the second floor. She went into Room 213 to see no other than Will Turner leaning against the wall across from the door. "I was tempted to put on a cape and mask, but then I thought better of it. After all, the Phantom didn't have the mask on for the last part of the show, and Christine still made out with him anyway." Will smirked while Phoenix laughed.
"Only you would think of that minor detail, Will," Phoenix said, smiling as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Tears flowed down her face in rivers. She sunk down next to the tombstone and thought, It's all my fault…
Will struggled to his feet, fighting the Cruciatus Curse. "Will!" Phoenix yelled, crying. Then she screamed at the other person present. "STOP! DON'T HURT HIM ANY MORE!"
Voldemort laughed and released Will from the curse. He then slowly walked up to Phoenix and tilted her chin up towards his face. "Will you not join me, daughter? We could be great together… I see it in you. You do have a 'dark side', Phoenix. There's no use fighting it… and if you join me now, you'll spare your little lover here the grief of seeing you die."
Phoenix stared defiantly into her father's eyes. "I will never join you!" She fought to get away from him. She stumbled backward and leaned against the wall.
"Think carefully, Phoenix. This is an opportunity that some would kill for," Voldemort said, losing some of the silkiness in his voice.
"Never," Phoenix said darkly.
"So be it," he said as he sent the Killing Curse at her.
The next part happened in a blur. Will stepped in front of Phoenix. As Will's lifeless body fell to the floor, Phoenix's screaming one collapsed as well. Voldemort laughed and then disappeared from the scene of the crime. Phoenix realized she was screaming after he was gone and tried to stop.
Phoenix cried over Will's body but felt mixed emotions. One part of her wanted to tear his body apart limb for limb because he left her. Even though, she cradled him in her arms as all the love she had for him poured out in her tears. "It's all my fault… it's all my fault," she whispered as she cried.
Phoenix sat crying on the headstone as she continued to whisper, "It's all my fault…" Just as unexpectedly as when it originally happened, a memory flashed before her eyes.
Phoenix awoke in the library. Dammit! Why do I always fall asleep in a library? she thought to herself. She was lying on a couch with a book resting on her stomach. As she stretched her arms and legs, she realized that she awoke because someone was in the room. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark room, but she finally could see a figure leaning against the wall the couch was against. The person was looking at Phoenix. She sat up abruptly and turned to face the intruder. "Wi… how… is this… oh my god…" she stuttered. Dammit! Why do I always fall asleep in a library?
Will smirked as she tried to talk to him. The moonlight that had been blocked by a cloud passed into the room through the window. Phoenix took in every detail of him. His dark brown hair was medium length: not too long but not too short. His bangs fell into his dark midnight blue eyes. He wore his school uniform: black pants, midnight blue button down shirt, and a black and blue tie. Albeit the uniform was supposed to be formal, Will made it look casual. His sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck.
Phoenix sat there full of awe. After of moment, the original emotions of anger and sadness overwhelmed her. She wanted to attack, claw his face apart! Yet hot fresh tears poured down her face. She hopped over the arm of the couch to get to him. "You left me! He was going to kill me, not you! And now I can't fucking die! I've tried, Will! You left me alone! I HATE YOU!" she yelled as she hit him repeatedly. Will just stood there, looking at her sadly with his deep blue eyes.
After a moment of this, Phoenix fell back over the arm onto the couch, buried her head in her hands, and cried. "I'm so sorry, Will. It's all my fault… it's all my fault…"
He let her do this for a moment. Then he went to the front of the couch, took her hands, and helped her stand up. "Don't cry," Will said, speaking for the first time. "You were right the first time: it's my fault."
"No, if I accepted him, he wouldn't have tried killing either of us!" Phoenix retorted.
"I would NOT have you join him to save anyone's life!" Will said with anger in his voice. Phoenix had tears welling up in her eyes; his expression instantly softened. "Sorry," he said gently placing his cheek against hers. Then he lightly kissed her.
After they pulled away, Phoenix asked, "How are you here? You're dead, aren't you?"
Will looked thoughtful. "I'm not really sure… I guess I cannot die spiritually as you can't die physically." Then it looked as if he just had an epiphany. "Oh, it's because of our powers. You remember we can visit the Immortal Realm and only one of us can go at a time? Well, being dead counts as being in the Immortal Realm. That's why you were suddenly made physically immortal."
"But I don't want to BE immortal! Being immortal means you can go to the Immortal Realm without dying! Well now I can't go there any more! Will, I want to DIE! I –"
Will interrupted by placing a finger to her lips. "You know, you really live up to your name, Phoenix." He continued this strange monologue. "First off, you have a very fiery disposition. One second you can be blazing perfectly content; the next you're engulf whatever stands in your way. In other words, you have a temper, Phoe. You hate water and are a complete pyro… But did you know what your name could also mean? 'Phoenix' also means one of extraordinary beauty, which is definitely one of your qualities," Will said with a kiss. "But most of all, there's the saying, 'A phoenix always rises from the ashes.' If I had to choose someone who fits that description, it would be you, Phoe. For as long as I've known you, you have done just that: 'rise from the ashes.' Every year life gets harder for you, and you'll go into your 'Raven periods' from time to time… yet… you always bounce back; you rise from the ashes." Here Will was quiet for a long moment, letting the words sink into her. Then he said quietly in her ear, "I never EVER want you to forget that, Phoenix, ever. Therefore, I'm going to give you something. Close your eyes, Phoe." Phoenix did so. "Hold up your hair." Again she followed Will's said instruction. She felt something cold hit the skin by her neck that was exposed by her slightly unbuttoned polo. She felt Will tighten a rope-thing around her neck. "Okay, you can look."
Phoenix looked to see what was hanging around her neck. A rope-like necklace was hung around her neck. It had two knots so one could tighten or loosen the necklace. The cold metallic thing was a charm about the size of a quarter. It was made of bronze. Instead of the profile of George Washington, a phoenix was on the coin. Its wings were spread as it flew up from the flames and into the sunny sky as it was born anew. Quickly, the cold of the metal was replaced by comforting warmth. Phoenix stood there with her hand holding the charm just above her heart for a while before Will said quietly – almost sadly, "I want you to do the same with me…"
"What!" Phoenix asked, shocked.
"Yes, you heard me. I want you to move on. There are more fish in the sea as some would say…"
"But I love you, Will!" Phoenix began to cry again. How does he expect to move on just like that! she thought, tucking her black hair behind her ears.
Will held her in his arms. "I want to see you happy. You need someone to talk to, to be there for you, to know your secrets. You also know which person I'm referring to… I trust him, even though most people wouldn't… Phoenix, there are going to be hard times for you in the future; I don't want you to be alone…" he whispered in her ear.
"You of all people should know that I don't want to get close to anyone! I'll just wind up getting them and myself hurt!"
"You've heard me out, and I guess that was the reason I came…"
"No! Don't leave me again so soon!" Phoenix exclaimed, crying.
"Phoe, how many times have you heard this cheesy line: 'I'm always with you right here in your heart'?" Will asked, laying Phoenix back down on the couch. "Well guess what? It's true," he said quietly in her ear. Then he kissed her softly and gently. Phoenix drifted back to sleep to his lips on hers.
Hot fresh tears pored down her face yet again. "How could this happen to me?" she sobbed. She buried her head in her arms as she lay against the headstone.
Fred Weasley abandoned his normal laidback disposition as he saw Phoenix crying. Fred never tried to push her too far, even though he almost has once or twice. He stood there trying to think of a way to comfort her, but none came to mind. Phoenix, he thought to himself, why do you always have to be so sad? Just then, Phoenix noticed him.
Phoenix looked at him with tears with her beautiful blue eyes. Tears were still streaming down her face. She was still lying on the ground but her upper body was leaning on the tombstone. Fred squatted down in front of her and wiped away her tears.
"I'm sorry, Fred." Phoenix rested her head against his shoulder.
"For what?" Fred asked gently.
"I got you involved in all this… and George too."
"Don't you dare try giving me that bloody monologue again," Fred said in a joking voice, yet he could tell she knew he was serious.
It was quiet for a moment. Then Phoenix said quietly, "I just don't want anyone else to get hurt. All of my family – except my parents – and Will have died because of me."
"That's not true, Phoenix," Fred said, cupping her face in his hands.
Phoenix didn't answer. Fred knew it was because she still blamed herself. "It's not your fault," Fred said.
Phoenix began to cry again. "It is!"
"Look at me, Phoenix!" Fred tilted her face to look at his. Her blue eyes met his hazel ones. "No. It. Is. Not." Then he smiled. "C'mon, Phoe," he said more gently. The two stood up together.
"Thank you, Fred." Phoenix brushed her lips on his and let them linger. "I love you."
Fred rested his right cheek on her left. "I love you, too." He kissed her.
Author's Note: Awwww… such a cute chapter… yes, I decided to divide it… this gets its own little chapter… I hope you all now understand how much Phoenix's life is messed up already… sigh I such a romantic… or a pervert… or quixotic (haha what a funn word ) or maybe even schizophrenic… well whatever… So now technically I'm writing Chapter 11 right now… It's a good chapter if I do say so myself I made to people start screaming as they were reading it… huzzah for me. As always, review and stuff… MAN! I got this chapter posted quickly!
I lurv you all! Byes for now!