Prologue

Andrew glanced over his newspaper when he saw his 3-year-old daughter scurrying passed him, it was clear she was hiding something under her jumper. He decided to let her believe she was being sneaky, nothing ever got passed him, especially things his beloved daughter did, but at the same time, he let her have her privacy. He loved her curious nature, seeing her play and enjoy things made him happy. It was hard for his daughter to be a child. He was an army man through and through, expecting to make it as a General and currently a senior official his daughter was dragged across the globe with him. Because of that life living in tents or rented accommodation, she never got the chance to make friends or meet people her age. She never knew her mother, who died during childbirth, she didn't have hobbies or toys, but even then she was a well adjusted and independent girl, despite only being 3. For days he saw her sneaking about, she was clearly hiding something sometimes it was in her room other times it was inside her jumper.

"Grandpa!" Ria cried out and ran into his arms.

"How's my little pumpkin?" He threw her in the air and caught her, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Candy, candy, candy," her own blues sparkled.

He grinned and pulled out a bag of sweets to give to her, she ran off to devour the various flavors.

"You really shouldn't be giving her soo much sugar, Grandpa," Andrew sighed putting down plates for dinner.

"And you should have let me set the table, the muggle way is so psychically strenuous," he sighed falling down on an armchair.

Andrew laughed, "Oh Grandpa you know it has never bothered me do actually have to do something, pointing a stick is not my style."

"You only say that because you aren't able to do it," he sighed, "None of our descendants have been magical. I wonder if we will ever get a witch or wizard again with the family name."

"I'm not doing too bad with the family name," Andrew grinned, "Another promotion."

"Where's Rizzie gone? I don't want to listen to your babble about the muggle world, wars, wars, wars…" he sniggered and went off to find Ria. She had returned to her bedroom. He sneaked in quietly, whenever he came to visit his granddaughter he always amazed her with his magical tricks, he knew he shouldn't be doing such a thing in front of a muggle child but she was the apple of his eye and couldn't help but see the look of intrigue in her eyes whenever he did magic for her.

"Ooh what do you have here…" his voice fell and his eyes widened when he glimpsed the secret she had been hiding for days.

Ria jumped and put it under her jumper, "Nothing," her voice unusually high.

"Is that…" he couldn't believe his eyes, he fell to his knees in front of his granddaughter, "Ria, show me what you have."

"No, I don't have anything," she shook her head, diverting her gaze from his.

"Come on Ria, I know you have something, I promise I won't take it from you," he said softly his heart racing.

"Promise," she looked up at him.

He nodded, she bit her lip and carefully took it out it was a ball of fluff curled up in her hand, "Don't hurt it, Grandpa, it's a baby."

"It's Fawkes," he gasped.

"Fawkes?" Andrew had turned up behind them.

"You know his name?" Ria was surprised.

"You know his name?" Her grandfather looked at her even more surprised.

She nodded, "He told me."

"You can communicate with Fawkes?" His eyes widened further.

"What is it?" Andrew leaned down, it looked like a bird a tiny little feathery ball.

"It's a phoenix," his grandpa looked at him, "A magical creature."

"A phoenix?" Andrew was curious, tilting his head, "Wait...is it dangerous?" He panicked a little that his baby was holding a magical creature.

"Fawkes can attack," he began, "But," he noticed his grandsons' tension, "But if he's communicating with Ria…"

"He won't hurt me," Ria hid the bird under her jumper again, "He won't, seriously grandpa Fawkes is good."

"Of course he's good, he was my brother's companion for decades."

"Brother?" Andrew screwed up his face.

"The greatest wizard of all time, Albus. He died saving the world decades ago, Fawkes hasn't been seen since...he, himself is a hero."

"That bird is decades old?" Andrew was surprised.

"More than decades, Fawkes is immortal, all Phoenix's are. They tend to be wild animals and don't make human companions. Fawkes was my brother's companion and the two were very close, he must have sensed Albus in Ria…I wonder…" he pulled out his wand, "Ria hold this."

"Your wand?" She was surprised, "Why?"

"Just so I can see what will happen," he smiled softly, "If you do, I'll bring you special gifts for Fawkes."

"Okay," she took hold of the hilt of the wand, she didn't expect anything to happen, she suddenly giggled and flicked the wand outburst out a silvery apparition of a phoenix. Her grandfather fell to the floor gasping, "A Patronus charm? At 3? No words? My baby is a witch! A talented witch!"