A\N: I do not own anything, Rowling does.
The Golden Snitch – Ollivander's Wand Challenge
Phoenix feather: Write a story from Fawkes' POV
The old man is at it again. I hear him mumbling something. I am still trying to learn English. I know, I know, I'm a mythical bird who should know everything, but I just had a burning day... His name is Albus. My name is Fawkes and I am a phoenix.
We are a very proud species of bird. The fact his man is my wizard means he is, or at least was, worthy. I watch my wizard, he is writing things down, making a list. I can read parts of it. It is a list of names, with little marks beside each one. I wish I could understand.
"Aww, Fawkes, come here please." I hop down onto the desk. I have a lovely perch hanging from the ceiling. I land on Albus' shoulder squawking loudly. How dare he call me like a common owl.
"Yes, I know you hate taking letters, and I know you are not an owl, but in this case, I need you, and only you, to do this for me. It is imperitive that this letter reach Sirius Black. You know where you can find him, correct?" I bob my head, a gesture I learned from the humans.
"Good. Take this to him, do not wait for an answer, come straight back here." I bob my head again wondering where Albus thinks I would go besides this study. It's not like there's a female phoenix around here for me.
The closet I've come to finding a mate, yes I know we're supposed to be a species of one, someone got that wrong, is a lovely white bird called a peahen. She belongs to a horrible wizard named Lucius. I take off through the large window, the reds and oranges of the sunset help hide me as I fly.
The windows of Grimmauld Place were closed. I hated it when the windows were closed. I knocked with my beak. I did not see Sirius through the windows. The window opened. I flew inside the dark building.
"Fawkes? What are you doing here?" I turned my head, the werewolf was speaking to me. He saw the paper wrapped around my leg. He reached for it, but I flew back. The message wasn't for him.
"I'm going to guess it's not for you Moony," Sirius joked walking into the room. I flew to him and landed on his shoulder. He took the message. I debated leaving burn marks on his leather jacket, but decided against it. Albus would probably have had to buy him a new one. He had replaced many things I chose to burn.
"Do you need a reply?" He asked but I was already back in the air heading to the window. Remus followed me opening the window. He had closed it for some reason. I can never understand what wizards seem to have against fresh air.
"Thank you, Fawkes," Sirius called after me. I wondered what exactly had been in message Albus had made me take him. Once back outside, the sun had finished setting. I could see a few stars starting to show in the sky. I spread my wings letting the cool night air swirl around me. I was on fire, but it really was more for show. I could control how hot I burned. I know Albus had told me come straight home, but I really hated being made to take messages, no matter how important they might be.
I veered right, away from the flight plan that would guide me home. The little white peahen was on my mind again. I wondered if peahens slept at night. I decided I would find out when I got the Malfoy Manor. Hopefully this time Lucius wouldn't chase me away with his stupid snake head staff while yelling nonsense words. Yes, it was a good night to go for a visit, Albus and his ideas could wait a few more hours.