Disclaimer: Not mine. JK Rowling owns them.
Title: A Wynter's Tale
Warnings: Read at your own risk. It's mostly all slash.
Why did I do this again? A good portion of us at the Harem (the Kloset) were a bit sad that there weren't any more drabbles. Wynter, who is awesome, decided to start them up again (which is why this collection is named after her). All of the drabbles (one shots?) that are written by me were written during the course of Wynter's drabble-thon in July of the summer of 2011. Enjoy!
Hali would like Harry/Fawkes and caught in the act.
Fawkes stared at the hatchling and the hatchling stared back at him with bright green eyes and the curiosity that was common of humans. He ruffled his feathers, letting one fall to the ground before he could properly burn it, and the child's eyes widened even more. He crouched down to pick up the feather and put it in the bowl of the bird perch lightly, going back to staring intently at Fawkes.
Fawkes chirped at the little thing to make it move away, as he was going to burn soon and might hurt him, but the hatchling didn't move and just kept on staring. He gave the boy a shriek just as he felt the burning and the boy moved back in shock and downright fright as Fawkes disappeared in the fire.
"Hem hem."
Harry whirled around just as he was about to poke the pile of ashes where the pretty bird had just self-combusted at. "I didn't do anything professor," he said quickly at the sight of Dumblefore staring at him over his glasses. "I was just looking at him and he blew up," he continued, hoping that Dumbledore didn't think that he had just caught Harry in the act of killing his bird.
"Quite alright, Harry," he said with a small smile and motioned to the seats by his desk. "Fawkes' burning day was supposed to happen weeks ago and he seemed to be holding it off for a while now. Curious that he'd burn now."
"I'm sorry for your loss, sir," Harry mumbled picking at the sleeves of his winter cloak and staring back at the pile of ashes that had once been the bird. "I don't mean for people to get hurt when I'm around it just happens that way."
Dumbledore frowned and walked around his desk forgoing sitting down and motioning Harry towards the perch. "Not to worry, my boy. You're not the one responsible for the deaths or the injuries of those around you. I'm afraid I'm the one at fault for this mess. I've sent out for the ministry to send some proper handlers for the situation at the school. I don't believe this should be left in your hands," he murmured lastly and motioned to the perch once more. "Fawkes is quite alright. His burning day comes every once in a while and he is born from the ashes into a newborn chick."
Harry stared in awe at Dumbledore and then turned his head as the ashes began to chirp and a small bald head poked out of the mound.
"Oh!" he exclaimed in surprise. "He's alright!"
"Quite, my boy."
Harry untangled his scarf from around his neck and wrapped it loosely around the bird so that he could nestle in the warmth. "There you go. You can use that until you have enough feathers, Fawkes!"
-1-
Harry stared as the phoenix sang a song that made all those listening tear up and he couldn't help the stray tear as the headmaster's body was placed in the tomb. The song continued for hours after everyone had left the funeral and the only ones outside with him were Ron and Hermione with Fawkes flying above them.
"Oh, I think there's something wrong with him," Hermione gasped as she stared up at the flying phoenix and took out her wand.
Harry frowned and looked up as well noticing the slow descent and the wobbling of the wings. He was running before he fully understood that he had done so and was glad he did so when Fawkes exploded above them in the sky in a shower of red hot fire and a blinding white light. He had just managed to cover his eyes somewhat but there were tears streaming down his face and things were all blurry from the light when a rather heavy force brought him to the ground.
Distantly he heard Ron and Hermione screaming his name but all his attention was on the redheaded man sitting on his chest with bright golden eyes. There was an old Gryffindor scarf wrapped around his neck and his lips had turned up slightly into a small smile.
"Fawkes?" Harry whispered in awe.
"Harry, I've missed you."
The next one will be: Harry/Reid (from Criminal Minds) and "That's just not possible!"
