Chapter 12 - Body of Griffin, Heart of Phoenix
"Today's greatest labour-saving device is tomorrow." - Tom Wilson
"Well now that is over with, I believe that I have some papers for you." Dumbledore said rummaging trough his desk.
Harry stood stood at the large doors in the entrance hall, arms crossed. The students crossing the doors, entering the large lawn in front of the castle, and the sun directly above her showed that it was lunchtime. Curious glances were thrown at her, the students obviously looking at her peculiar way of dressing. Harry smiled at them, she was still wearing the silver 'outfit' that she got from Merlin on her birthday. Harry then sighed. Dumbledore, after dealing with the famous Marauders, sent her off, saying that she should get some fresh air. She smiled. Damn that bastard. Dumbledore must have known that she was breaking from all that was happening. Well, she was. From questions. Harry walked out the door and down the steps, feeling the cool September wind, Harry frowned. That was probably the largest question she had.
How's it September? It was mid-August when Harry faced Voldemort at the Grangers.
And why did the prophecy only choose her and Neville, why not somebody else? There must be special about themselves.
Looking around Harry found her dad and his friends bent over some piece of parchment, Harry smirked. Remus then caught her eye and frowned, he then pointed her out the rest of them. Harry turned and walked towards them, smirk still on.
"Dumbledore didn't teach you a lesson, not to pull pranks again, hmm?" Peter looked down and seemed to redden.
Remus was still frowning, and pointed a finger at her, "That's not the po--"
"They never learn their lesson, those idiots." Harry saw that a pretty redhead had come up from behind, and was scowling at Harry's dad.
"And you are?"
"Lily Evans."
Right in one.
"Harriet Potter, but everybody calls me Harry."
"Potter? Are you related to this twit in any way?" Lily tensed, eyeing James.
"Maybe."
"What I've never--" James said, surprised.
"But not as far as I know." Harry cut in.
Well as far as they are acting with each other, I just may have to play matchmaker for myself to exist.
Damn you, Voldemort.
Remus stood up, reaching Harry's eyes, "You don't show up on the map."
"Map?...Oh, right the map." Harry became confused, "Really, well that's interesting."
"How do you know about our map?" Sirius stood up now, just a bit taller than Harry.
Harry looked down at James, "I know a lot of things." Harry looked across at the lake, "But if you could excuse me right now, the Headmaster must be expecting me." She walked away from dropped mouths.
Harry walked up beside Dumbledore, who was looking at the lake. "They say that I don't appear on their map."
Dumbledore stayed silent for a moment, "Must be your powers."
'Your powers.' Well, that's ironic, my powers are supposed to help me, but they are sending my brain into chaos.
"Is there order is chaos?" Harry asked out of nowhere.
"Well according to a muggle physicist, there is. Edward Lorenz studied that the effect of weather can be caused by the smallest things, even the fluttering of wings on a butterfly."
"Well isn't that kind of obvious?"
"Us humans need proof to things into our rather, narrow heads."
"Well what else did he find out?"
"He found that the events that led to other, larger things are sort of like a three dimensional spiral. It never repeats, never stops."
"That says there is no order."
"If there was no order, we wouldn't be able to map it."
"Makes sense. Wait, if that were true then we might be able to use chaos against chaos, they cancel each other out, and we can control things."
Dumbledore turned to Harry, smiling, "I'm sure that you have more important questions that."
Harry signed, "When I left my time, it was mid-August, but when I woke up here, it was September. I do understand that some time may have gone in my visions, but that should take about only a day maximum."
"Body of Griffin, Heart of Phoenix."
"What?"
Dumbledore turned back to the lake, "When you arrived here, it was mid-August, but at first sight a person would not think that you were a human."
"Why?"
"You had to body of a Griffin."
"How?"
"Travelling through time is very dangerous and very exhausting. If you were to travel through time for a while, your body would not be able to take the pressure that is thrust upon you. But, a Griffin's body is very strong, it can withstand the strongest of attacks, even magical." Dumbledore tuned back to Harry.
"That would mean that the Griffin..."
"Is your amigus form, correct, yet wrong. You Harry seemed to be the most peculiar person I have ever met. To ensure that you were trustworthy to be kept in the castle, I had a friend of mine to come here and check you up. Yes, the body was a Griffin, but the heart, soul was of a Phoenix."
Harry turned her head sharply, eyes wide.
Dumbledore eyed her closely, "Not only that, but the blood was a bright emerald green."
"What the Hell!"
Dumbledore's mouth twitched, "Language Harry. Anyways, the only normal thing that my friend was to find out about you, is that you were tainted, just like an amigus."
"Odd, but, just out of curiosity, who is your friend, what did he look like?"
"Not he, but she, goes by the name 'Iris', long black hair, hazel eye--"
"Guinevere."
"Who?"
"Guinevere, a person I just came to know about, wife of King Arthur, and what seems now that she is a soul reader."
Dumbledore took a step back, "Impossible."
"Oh very much possible."