A/N: I do think we all need closure. The conclusion to this short fic, START!

Disclaimer: I don't own HP. *sighs*

Epilogue: From the Ashes

January 13, 1965

The first weeks of the New Year started with a village massacre. Several women were killed, some men and children but it was strange that only women were the primary targets. That's what Albus Dumbledore mused about as he walked through the charred village. His attention was brought to a chirp in the sky. It was Fawkes.

Albus had wondered where the bird had gone. As the red phoenix got closer there were something that were very noticeable. The bird looked younger and in it's claws held a charred and tattered cloth. The bird gently set the bundle before Albus.

"Fawkes, what do you have there?" The bird cooed and nodded its head at the bundle. Curiously, Albus opened the bundle, it was a sleeping naked baby, a girl by the looks of it. The babe was highly unusual, her skin was a light caramel and her hair was an odd shade of dark orange. Albus transfigured the ratty cloth into a warm soft yellow blanket. He carefully wrapped the baby and picked her up.

"Where did you find her Fawkes?" The bird cooed and landed on Albus, only for the bird to connect its mind with him showing him all the events that had occurred.

Fawkes got struck by lightning and in the distance there was a tower. The bird flew straight into an orange haired woman standing on a window sill of tall tower in the middle of a forest. Then Fawkes had an early start on regeneration. The next bit was blurred as there were flames and a bit of ash on Fawke's eyes but he could hear the woman's screams. Then there was silence after the flames died, a slight gasp and coughing followed by baby cries.

Dumbledore paled and looked at the sleeping child.

"Oh dear, this isn't entirely good."

Minerva McGonagall stared at the sleeping baby girl in her arms as she began to fuss and let out a small cry.

"Oh, there there dear. I have a bottle for you. The nice house elves made sure it was perfect for you." Minerva pressed a plastic nub to the baby's mouth only for the babe to greedily suckle it.

"She's not registered anywhere and it's clear she's got a magical core a strong one but I'm afraid it's locked. None of my spells can tap into her magical core. My diagnosis spells can't even find an identification charm on her. " Poppy Pomfrey reported to Albus.

"The only other anomaly is that she's got the most darkest eyes I've ever seen. Even in the light it's difficult to find her pupil." Poppy added and Minerva noticed that as well as the baby looked straight at her as she suckled the bottle dry. Minerva couldn't help but smile as the baby released the bottle from her mouth. It was odd. Normally babies continued to suckle on the bottle even after it was empty.

"I see. There is something I wish to discus with the two of you. It's important and highly classified about this child." Minerva sat down beside Poppy as Albus looked very concerned.

"Fawkes showed me how he came across this child. Fawkes had an accident that caused early regeneration. As you know phoenix fires are extremely hot and burn rather quickly and consume anything flammable near it. This child, was a woman when Fawkes crash landed on her and during the regeneration, set her a flame." Minerva looked down at the sleeping child in her arms in surprise.

"Human Regeneration through a phoenix flame. It's never been heard of." MInerva spoke up and looked at Albus who nodded.

"Which is why this topic is to be kept a secret. We need to observe her and keep this between only us three. Could you imagine what would happen if Voldemort got hold of this information. It would be catastrophic and very dangerous for the child." Minerva couldn't help but feel fear for the little babe's safety.

"Where will she be placed Albus?" Minerva really didn't want the little one to end up in an orphanage. These were dangerous times and orphanages as of late had been targets of You-Know-Who's forces.

"We could find her a family but I'd rather keep her around for observation. Her case is delicate." Minerva nodded as did Poppy.

"I could pass her off as my own. I always wanted to raise a child." Minerva suggested. Minerva knew she couldn't part with the small baby, she had formed an attachment from the moment she held her.

"This could work. Poppy is an ex-matron at St. Mungos Maternity Ward, I'm sure you can draft a birth certificate and the paperwork necessary for Minerva?" Albus plotted and Poppy nodded.

"I'll have it all ready by the morning. What will be her name Minnie?" Minerva stated at the sleeping baby, her daughter. A strong and powerful name would suit the child and her Mother's name would do well as an honor to the woman who gave up magic for love, a very strong woman indeed.

"Juno Isobel McGonagall."

A/N: CUT! That's it. I'm done. Will I write a sequel? If I get inspired. For now though, Thanks for taking the time to read.

-Anbu