A/N: well I am glad that people seem to like my little story. And thanks to those who left me a review. For those who are waiting for the next installment of Raising Phoenix don't worry, I am actually writing the chapter now, but it will be a little while before I can get it up. I am hoping to actually get my loan and new car before the end of the week. Finally get wheels! Alright, on to the next chapter.

Chapter 2

Furby's Assent

It was a few weeks later that Hermione finally made the decision that she would be re-gifting Furby to Dumbledore. She figured that the Headmaster would at least give the annoying little creature a chance at living a 'normal' Furby life, while Arthur Weasley would most likely take the thing apart before he let it 'exist' as it was suppose to. She figured that as annoying as the little thing was going to be once activated that even it did not deserve to be taken apart to its component pieces before it had a chance at 'life'. It was two weeks before Christmas, at the Staff Christmas Party, two days after the children had returned to their families for Christmas, that Hermione gave the Headmaster his brand new Furby.

Dumbledore was most amazed and indeed amused by the fact that he had been given a Furby. He was actually aware that it had been re-gifted to him; he knew practically everything that went on in the school. But he was more amused by the actual 'creature' and what it was suppose to do, than be insulted by the fact that it was a re-gift. He had been most happy to unwrap and examine and begin to play with the small 'creature' near the end of the Staff Party. Hermione just smiled as she saw the old wizard playing with the little kids' plastic toy and Severus smirked at the thought as well, though it was more of a concealed smirk than Hermione's smile. They left the castle the next day to go to Snape Manor both content in the knowledge that they would not have to deal with the fuzzy annoyance again.

Dumbledore took his newly acquired Furby to his office and put it up on his desk. Seeing as it was late he decided that he would leave him out on his desk for the night. During the rest of the Christmas vacation Dumbledore left the small unobtrusive toy on his desk and out of amusement pandered to it's mechanical cries of 'hunger' and 'need' for attention.

The Furby seemed to be content enough to be lavished with the attention of the old man as he got acclimated to the fact that there was a large and very strong current of magical energies that were swirling around him at all times as he was in the school. Even he knew that the currents of magics that were swirling around him could be used to his advantage. He also knew that he could not do anything completely alone, that he would need some help. He was a bit unnerved though about being underneath the rather intense scrutiny of the large red bird that seemed to live in the office and quarters of the old man. The bird seemed to be rather suspicious of him, for what reason he was not sure. It wasn't as if he had done anything… yet. He really hated being looked down upon for something that he hadn't done… yet.

The opportunity for him to actually begin the plan that had been brewing in his microchip since he had been juiced by his batteries came three weeks into the start of the new spring term. The old man had been neglecting his needs and wants for a while now, ever since the beginning of the new term. He had evidently been 'too busy' running the school to be able to cater to Furby's every need and whim. This did not really sit well with him, but as he still could not do much on his own he had to bide his time. A golden opportunity occurred one afternoon while the Headmaster was out of his office, Fawkes had flown off someplace, presumably to find food or to stretch his wings, and Furby was left very much alone on his shelf between a pair of perpetual motion machines. That was when something that he had never encountered before seemed to just pop into the room, from where he could not see, but it appeared to be through the fireplace of all places. This thing looked very much like a ghost might, except he was more substantial and not quite see through. He learned later that this thing was called Peeves.

This Peeves seemed to be cruising through the office, though he was not really doing anything. Unlike what Peeves did to the rest of the school, he respected the Headmaster enough not to go through and try to ruin his things, but he was not above snooping through his office when he had a chance. Mainly Peeves did not tear up the Headmaster's office because he didn't want to be kicked out on his see-through behind. This though did not involve leaving his newest toy that responded to him alone. Once Peeves had gotten to be directly across from Furby, he decided that he would try to interact with this strange new thing that floated in the air.

"Hello." Furby said. "Who are you?"

Peeves looked distinctively startled by this thing that was talking to him but he come closer and decided to investigate. "I am Peeves. What are you?"

"I am Furby." He responded. "I am hungry."

"You're hungry?" Peeves asked puzzled. "Why should I care?"

"Because no one has fed me for a while."

"And why should I feed you?" Peeves asked him, still not quite sure what to do with this… thing.

"I know some things you might like to." Furby responded. "Feed me and I will tell you."

"What kind of things?" Peeves asked suddenly interested anew.

"Things that the old man is planning for the school."

"Fine, I will find you something to eat." Peeves said. "I will be right back." Peeves zoomed out of the room and returned a few minutes later with a house elf and a plate of sandwiches. "Here is some food." Peeves said. He then went over to the shelf where Fruby was and gave him a push off the shelf so that he could get down to the sandwiches.

"Help! I'm scared!" Furby yelled as he fell towards the ground. The house elf that was just about ready to wink away decided he could not watch Fruby hit the floor and levitated him down to the ground at the same time Peeves tried to catch him. There was a strange crackle in the air and Fruby, Peeves and the house elf all fell to the floor.

The house elf slowly raised his head and rubbed it before he winked away to the hospital wing for medical attention for his pounding head. Peeves floated himself off the floor and shook himself and looked down a the glowing Fruby on the floor before he decided to high tail it out of the Headmaster's office before something else happened, deciding that any information this thing had was not worth the chance of being evicted from Hogwarts. Furby sat on the floor and began to glow and grow.

Once the house elf and Peeves left the Headmaster's office in search of medical attention and in fear, Furby continued to both glow and grow. He glowed and grew until he was about the size of a small dog, and looked like a rat on steroids, but without the tail. After about ten minutes of growing he began to move on his own and looked very much like something that had not originally been plastic, microchips and fake fur; but something that had been part of the 'natural' world. Looking around with shining and far too intelligent eyes Furby scanned the room and then began to walk the walls in search of an escape route.

A/N: well, well, well, it is no longer just fake fur and electronics, IT LIVES. Hehe anyways thanks as always to my wonderful friend and beta Skydancinghobbit who puts up with the weird ideas that come out of my head at strange hours of the night and I email her about them.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, I really love the feedback. Will post the next chapter next week. Hope you all have a good and safe week. Live, Laugh, Love ~ Dragons Quill