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The Truth of the Phoenix.
Chapter One.
Dumbledore watched as Fawkes landed on his perch in the dark and dusty room. Looking around, it was obvious from the inch thick layer of dirt and grime that the room hadn't been used in a very long time. But it wasn't just that specific room. The whole facility had an air of dereliction that was only found in long-term uninhabited properties. What made this place great, however, was that nobody knew where Dumbledore was, not even his most trusted friends.
Many people made the assumptions around Dumbledore. One of these assumptions was that he lived at Hogwarts.
Dumbledore, however, actually had a very cosy cottage in Yorkshire which he used occasionally to 'get away from it all'. During Voldemorts first reign of terror he had used it often when he had been depressed about how the war was turning out. The last time this place had been used was after James and Lily Potter had died almost 14 years ago. When those two had died and little baby Harry Potter left with the Dursley's Dumbledore had went into a depression that lasted well into the new year. Only Minerva had been able to get him out of it, but he had never been the same.
Lily and James had been like the children he had never had, even before they got together. Lily was the smart creative daughter who you could dote upon forever and still she would blush and say thank you. Yet she had problems fitting in. She was a Ravenclaw in Gryffindor colours in her younger years, to interested in books to worry about others. When she finally started to get interested in the people around her she had become isolated, that's how Dumbledore got involved. He had found her one night in the Astronomy tower in tears. After comforting her that night, she went to him with everything even just to have a cup of tea.
James was another story. While Lily and himself had there first meeting in her 4th year, James had been in his office only hours after his first day. He had never met such a disobediant child in all his years as a teacher and a student himself. During his first class of his school career, Potions, not only did he purposely blow up his cauldron but he made the wrong potion and turned the Potion's Mistress' skin indigo blue for three moon cycles. However, there was one thing that could be said for James, he never objected to being punished for his pranks. Oh, Sirius would argue with you till he was blue in the face over a punishmet,( though his face never went indigo), but James would sit there and let you shout till you had calmed down.
Yes, James really had been the mischevious son.
Then, not long after his son and daughter had married baby Harry had come along. His Grandson.
Now we come to the second of these assumptions; that Dumledore was a manipulator.
This was where you had to be careful because Dumbledore would admit himself that he manipulated people but not in the way many thought. Over the yars he had been accused of only seeing the bigger picture and forgetting about people individually. They also thought he only saw people as pawns in a gigantic chess game and that his latest pawn was no other than the child wonder Harry James Potter.
Many of his collegues from Hogwarts and the Wizengambot thought that the challenges that Harry went through every year were orchestrated by the Headmaster, in someway or another, to make The-Boy-Who-Lived more suseptable to his will. What many failed realise, or couldn't bring themselves to see, was the utter look of defeat he held every single time Harry had been hurt.
Dumbledore loved Harry and he hated that such a sweet boy had to deal with such tragedy. He wished that Harry could just be a normal teenager. Well, as normal as his parental and educational arrangements allowed. We wished that there wasn't a prophecy that needed fufilled and that he could tell Harry just how much he meant to the old man. Unfortunatly, he couldn't tell anyone, including Harry, how he felt. Dumbledore had every faith that his adopted Grandson could beat Voldemort. However, Dumbledore's mission wasn't to just 'help' defeat the Dark Lord, but to keep the Wizarding World from falling into chaos, while keeping it secret from the Muggle World and trying to stop other factions becoming powerful enough that when Voldemort was defeated they could seize power.
This meant the Dumbledore had to appear omnipotent and omniscient as he always had, which meant he had no living person to talk to and talking to the dead really didn't impart any new wisdom. So he did what he had always done...
He talked to Fawkes.
"I think we're getting to old for this Fawkes," Dumbledore said with a sigh. "It seems that we are loosing even mor people to the Dark than last time. The Dark Lord recruits more people everyday and more people are trying to stay neutral this time around" He got up and walked over to Fawkes and started petting him."When Harry defeats Tom, I don't think there will be much of a Wizarding World left in Britain. Foreign Ministries have refused to help and anyone who could has started to leave. None of them seem to realise that once Voldemort has Britain firmly within his grasp he will start to take over the other countries. It is a great pressure I have placed upon that Child and I fear for his own happiness."
Dumbledore let his hand drop from petting the phoenix and shook his head. Sometimes he wondered if the Phoenix actually understood everything that was going on.
What Albus didn't know was that his trusty Familiar actually knew exactly what was going on and understood it better than the Headmaster.
You see what no one knew was that Phoenix's weren't strictly magical creatures, actually almost everything in books about Phoenix's is wrong. True they did fall into ash every month, but that had nothing to do with rebirth. It had to do with the fact that magical residue was attracted to Phoenix feathers, and this caused problems while flying and using Phoenix magic. So, every month they would burn off the magic.
They, also, did not stay loyal to the people they stayed with like everyone thought. They only stayed with a person for as long as that person could help them achieve there goals; to find a new Phoenix. And most Importantly, Phoenix's were not 'creatures' of Light.
Phoenix's are actually creatures of Balance. Wizards and Witches around the globe thought magic was Light or Dark. However, the truth was that magic itself was neutral. There was no Light or Dark, black or white, good or evil. These were creations of humans and it was simple to see that if you knew how to look.
A phoenix's job was to find and guide other young Phoenix's and to also help people keep a balance, which was extremly hard at this point in time. This was how the Phoenix that the Headmaster called Fawkes came by his greatest charge. And no not Albus Dumbledore but Harry Potter was the only hope for Balance to be replaced after this war. This was a major cause for concern.
Harry had generally been balanced during his life concerning magic however, lately, when the Phoenix had checked on the young man he had saw a large change in him. His almost pure hatred of Voldemort, as well as his depression, had pushed his young charge too much into the Light. That was why Fawkes made the decision to go and tell Harry the truth.
Ok, that's chapter one finished. Chapter two will be out soon hopefully. Oh and thank you Mashell for the review.
