Two days had passed since I had been forced to come back to this school and everyone inside these walls acted exactly like everyone outside; I had been pointed at, whispered about when they thought I couldn't hear, pushed, tripped and gawked at by people who were anything but subtle. Being here was far from my first choice but if this was how I was to help in the war I would. It wasn't until one dreary September morning that my temper raised its ugly head. There is one thing that people should learn about me fast and that is my temper is worse than a female dragon protecting its eggs.

I had been walking into the great hall for breakfast before I went to potions for Potters first lesson of the day. It seemed like the previous mornings that I had had to endure until I heard a scream a head of me. Before I even knew what I was doing I had ran forward to where the commotion was coming from. Around the corner I found Ginny Weasley standing in front of a petrified first year with her wand pointed at the tallest of the 6 male Slytherin students that had surrounded her and the small boy.

"Is there a problem here?" I questioned. All heads turned towards me, none knowing how to react.

A sneer spread across the blonds face and straight away I knew who this ferret of a boy was.

"Nothing that concerns things like you." Came his condescending voice.

"Actually, I think it does. Both of those students that you have found it necessary to gang up on are in the house I have been assigned to. So why don't you and your little…snakes, run along Malfoy."

Before anyone could say anything I had thrown the 6 Slytherin students across the corridor and had a barrier formed between us and them.

"Creatures like you don't belong here McGregor. We all know what you really are so why don't you do what's best for everyone and leave." Malfoy sneered.

I didn't know if he was bluffing or telling the truth but just the chance of someone knowing what I really was, well it was enough to set me off. I felt my whole body light up with fire swirling around me, without even looking in a mirror I know that my eyes had turned black, the ground around me started to crumble with myself rising in the air.

"You don't want to know what I am Malfoy and if you spread anything about it you will wish the devil himself would drag you to hell instead of me getting my hands on you. I may not be like everyone else, boy, but by god I am the scariest thing you will ever meet." I growled towards him, the fire that surrounded me growing larger with each word I spoke. The anger I felt inside of me was rising to the surface and I knew that I had to get this under control before I lost complete control of myself.

"Phoenix, calm yourself." I heard a voice whisper in my ear. It was as if the wind itself was calling out to me but I knew the voice that spoke. It was the voice of my tutor, my family, the only man who stood by me and protected me; it was the voice of the deceased Albus Dumbledore.

Even I knew he was not there next to me but hearing his voice whispering to me reminded me of a time before I became so angry that I locked all emotion away. It was a time that I was happy and I didn't think anything could ever touch me, a time of pure innocents.

I had been happy with my adopted family, as happy as any child of 8 could be.

I remember running into the house holding the teddy bear Albus had bought me. It was one of the many days I had visited Albus. He had saved me from death at the young age of 1 year, had found me a home…and then another one and another one. Every home I went to I was happy in, until the worst happened. But it wasn't until Lizzie and Mark that I changed. My anger and grief consumed me and I…well I became what I am today

FLASHBACK
"Lizzie, Lizzie, look what Dumblydore bought me." I yell, running into the living room. Before I can speak again my voice catches in my throat. I see Lizzie and Mark tied to two separate chairs, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths. I don't know what to do, a scream wants to escape but nothing comes. I feel myself fall to the floor not even realising tears are pouring down my face. Before long I feel arms wrap around me and pick me up, taking me away from the scene that lay before me. But those images never leave my mind. Every time I close my eyes they are there, taunting me, playing with my dreams and my reality.
You're all alone; no one will want you now. Silly Phoenix, no one will care about a little girl with no family. Everyone around you dies; you're not even human; you are a creation. You don't belong, you're just a thing. Cry little thing, pretend you're real; but in reality you're not. They should have destroyed you when they had the chance, at least if they had Johnny, Chris, Maggie, Lizzie, Mark and everyone else who has died protecting you would still be alive. It's your entire fault and you know it.
The voices always taunt me, why should I be allowed to live and feel when they don't. I feel empty now, so I'm ending it. No more tears Phoenix, no more hope; they're all right, I don't deserve to feel anything when all those real people don't. I'm just a thing, and a thing is all I'll ever be.
END FLASHBACK

As I came out of my flash back I saw that it was not just the 9 of us anymore. More students from the hall had joined us as well as the teachers after hearing the commotion. All were gawking at me as if I had grown another head…or just had a fire surrounding me and cased the ground to crumble away below my feet. No one moved so I did the only thing I knew how to do; I ran. I ran until there was no were else to run. Before I knew what was happening I had run into the Forbidden Forest and fallen to my knees in front of a small lake. I didn't know what came over me but I screamed. I screamed so loudly that birds flew up from the trees darkening the skies above me. My scream carried across the lake and through the darkened and haunted woods. I felt like my soul was ripping apart inside of me. I needed to get myself under control but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I had lost the only people who had ever cared about me; I didn't care if this pulled me apart and destroyed me. I just wanted to stop feeling, wanted to stop mourning the loss of everyone who had died.

"Who am I?" I heard myself whisper. The wind carried away my painful words.

I glanced down at my reflection in the water in front of me; I could have sworn I saw the reflection shake its head in disgust at what I had become. It was time to become what I was meant to be; what I was created to be. No longer would I hide away like a scared little girl, I was going to do one last thing before I imploded on myself, I was going to end this war.