You did all read the warnings right? I told you lot it was Slash and yes I am going to be having Fawkes as HArry's mate no matter what because I read a really nice story with this pairing and decided to have a fling no matter how wrong it seems to any of you. Okay, rant over. No flaming! On with this chapter.
Once in the common room Harry smiled at his friends who gave him hesitant smiles back. Harry just grinned at them and flopped back on his bed closing his eyes. Hermione, from her spot on the floor, stood up.
"Harry? Are you okay?" Harry lifted his head still smiling.
"I'm fine thanks Herm. How're you?"
"Oh. We're fine. Ron and I can transform now with some patience and a lot of will power. Are you still angry? I mean you walked out on us earlier."
"No Herm, I'm fine. I just needed some fresh air. Went to help Hagrid with the bonfires and talked w-…" Harry broke off his sentence remembering that Fawkes had told him not to tell his friends about his animagus form. He supposed talking with Fawkes would have to be kept secret too…at least for a little while. "Hagrid and I just talked."
"Oh…" Harry grinned at her frown since she didn't know what to say. A few moments passed before Harry sat up and crossed his legs.
"Hey Herm, can I borrow your book on Animagus Transformations?" Hermione gave him a bright smile and dashed over to her bag pulling out the volume. Harry grinned and thanked her before settling on his stomach and opening the book.
An hour later Harry closed the book. He was now one of two people in the dorms. Neville was sat on his bed reading up on Herbology whilst Harry read about animagus. Harry finally gave up on the book though, his eyes were getting tired since the writing was so small and the sentences long and complex.
"Hey Nev, do you have the time?"
"Sure, it's nine-thirty." Harry sighed but thanked Neville. The library was closed so Harry couldn't go and find what animal he was. Sighing again Harry decided it would probably be best to have an early night, no matter how early it actually was. Grabbing his pyjamas Harry walked into the bathroom to change. Once done Harry folded his clothes and put them over the end of his bed before climbing under the covers and drawing the curtains around him.
"Night Nev."
"Isn't it a bit early for bed Harry?"
"Nah, I'm tired. Night."
"Oh, okay. Night."
Harry woke up to Hermione shaking his shoulder roughly. Groaning he opened his eyes and glared at her.
"What!"
"We're going to be late for breakfast that's what! Come on get up." With that the bushy haired girl strolled out of the boys dorms. Harry rolled his eyes at her but threw the covers away and walked into the bathroom for a shower and a wash. Emerging Harry quickly dressed in his school uniform and reached down to meet his friends in the common room.
Ron was there looking half asleep and Hermione was stood up but leaning against the sofa with a book in her hand reading quickly. Harry announced his presence and they went to breakfast. Once in the great hall Harry sat down and started pulling pancakes and syrup towards him. Hermione gave him a disapproving frown at his choice of breakfast but Harry merely grinned at her in far too good a mood to be disturbed.
"Wow mate, do you want some pancakes with that syrup?"
"No thanks Ron, I'm fine." Harry and Ron shared a grin before Ron piled his plate with pancakes and syrup too earning yet another disapproving frown from Hermione. They ate in relative silence with Ron talking around a mouthful to make random comments. Harry's attention was particularly caught by the loud trill that filled the air.
"Fawkes?" Harry whispered gently as his eyes scanned the roof of the great hall for the bird. Other people stopped eating as well and looked around for the source of the musical trill.
Fawkes suddenly flew through the window with a loud burst of song and circled the hall before landing on the teachers table and giving one last trill to announce his presence. Fawkes then, despite all the stares he was receiving, started to preen as well as give the occasional chirp and trill that was loud enough for Harry to hear.
'Look at me, all wind blown. My Beautiful, aren't I a mess!' Harry shook his head slightly as he watched the phoenix continue to preen his wing. 'My my, no I'm a terrible mess! You'd never want a messy mate like me now would you my Beautiful? No, no, no! I must tidy myself up!'
"Honestly Fawkes, you don't need to preen like that at all." Harry said in a muse like tone that had Hermione and Ron nodding their heads in agreement with also commenting on how nice Fawkes looked without having to preen. Fawkes' head had shot up however and he twisted his head around to look around the hall for Harry. Black eyes spotted Harry and Fawkes let out a trill of delight launching into the air and zooming over to Harry. Harry nearly fell backwards with the speed at which Fawkes came hurtling towards the table. Fawkes settled on Harry's shoulder though and nipped Harry's ear appreciatively once again.
'Ah my Beautiful, I didn't know you were here! Such a nice surprise, but I was sure my Beautiful would still be sleeping!' Harry gave a small shrug before yelping as Fawkes nipped him a little harder before attacking his hair with vigour.
"Fawkes! What the bloody hell do you think you are doing?" Harry asked loudly.
'Ah my Beautiful, as pretty as you are you are in a dreadful need of a good preen still. Don't you ever preen yourself? No matter my Beautiful, my Mate, my Little Black One, I shall teach you! And once I've taught you I can preen myself and make myself worthy to be your mate!'
Harry stared open mouthed, gob smacked and completely embarrassed by Fawkes' words. His face was red and Harry quickly started shovelling food into his mouth to distract himself from what Fawkes was doing. If the musical trills were anything to go by though, Fawkes was laughing at Harry's embarrassment.
After Harry had successfully managed to eat all his breakfast and ignore Fawkes who was still preening his hair Harry pulled a glass of water towards him and down three cups before slouching and rolling his shoulder to find a comfortable position for them. Fawkes, of course, squawked upset at having been disturbed as Harry rolled his shoulders.
"Well it's not my fault you weigh so much Fawkes. My shoulder was aching." Harry complained earning him a smack with a feathery wing.
'It's not my fault either that you weigh so little. You are obviously just weaker than I am. But never mind my Beautiful; your looks are far more stunning than I could hope to be. There, that will do for now Beautiful, my Beautiful.' Fawkes sung as he hopped off Harry's shoulder onto the table. 'Mmm, jam! So sweet and lovely! Really my mate, my Beautiful, you should have some jam! Come, have some jam!'
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes skywards before reaching over and taking a small spoonful of jam. Scraping the jam off the spoon with his finger Harry put the strawberry jam in his mouth. He'd had jam before, quite a lot before in fact, but never before had the jam tasted anywhere near as heavenly as it tasted now. Harry had to admit too that his strawberry syrup tasted gorgeous too.
"Do you want some Fawkes? It's delicious." Harry offered with a smile. Fawkes trilled and flapped a tad. Harry reached out the spoon again and filled it with a little more jam. Holding the spoon out to Fawkes Harry was surprised at the strange look he got in reply.
'I'm not eating off that Beautiful, why can't I eat it off you?' Harry felt his face heat up. He was really going to have to talk with Fawkes soon about the way Fawkes seemed to always call him Mate and Beautiful. However, Harry couldn't do that now. Scraping the jam off onto his finger Harry offered it to Fawkes who trilled and ate he jam off Harry who ignored all the coos and adoration aimed at him.
'Tasty, so tasty jam, jam, jammy, my jammy! Tasty! Beautiful treats Fawkes well, so tasty! Beautiful tastes good too!' Again Harry felt his face heat up and he stared at Fawkes unashamed of how gob smacked he looked with his mouth hanging open like that. Had Fawkes been able to smirk at Harry, the boy was sure he would have been since Fawkes' black eyes glinted.
"I think you're bloody mad." Harry finally said after collecting himself. Fawkes gave a loud forceful trill and ruffled up his feathers.
'I'll have you know my mental health is perfect! You won't find a phoenix like me for a hundred years. I'm the best there is. My mind is brilliant, my magic high and my body stunning.' Fawkes gave another trill and straightened out his wings showing off his feathers and body for Harry to see. Harry felt his gaze soften from accusing to appreciative.
"Fair enough, point proven. I won't insult you again. Now stop showing off, you're getting too many looks." Harry said going back to his breakfast and glancing over at his friends who were nodding their agreement since everyone's eyes were on their area of the table. Hermione's face was red and Ron's ears were tinted red too.
Fawkes gave a loud burst of musical trills before nipping Harry's ear affectionately.
'No need to be jealous My One, they do not matter to me. Now, how about some more jam?' Harry felt his face flush once more but he picked up the jam jar and dipped his finger into it before offering his finger back to Fawkes who contentedly ate the jam before demanding more with a chirp. By the end of breakfast Harry gladly fled the hall with Fawkes trilling on his way out of the window and back to his golden perch in Dumbledore's office.