I SHALL WEAR FIRE
I went down to dinner with Hermione, Ron, and Harry that evening. All three of them wanted to know what had happened to have me be told to stay after class.
I told them what I had to, but nothing more.
I was not used to having friends.
Where I came from, I was ridiculed for being different.
That caused me to strengthen myself.
I put on black.
I lengthened and quickened my stride.
I became someone you would not want to mess with.
I became strong.
I stood up for myself.
We reached the Gryffindor table and sat down. I noticed that Snape had a slightly smug look on his face, and Dumbledore was staring intently at me.
This could not possibly lead to anything good.
As usual, Ii was correct on my previous assumption.
Dumbledore stood up.
I braced myself for another round of public humiliation.
"Miss Isabel, will you please come to my office after dinner?"
How old do wizards get anyway? Was there a chance he would die before I had to go?
No.
So I went.
Both men were waiting at the entrance to the headmaster's office. Snape and Dumbledore.
The two people I hate most in the world.
"Please come in," Dumbledore said, gesturing for me to go ahead. I glared at him, but walked in.
I sure wised looks could kill.
"I have been given a most interesting report from Severus miss Isabel. Care to explain?"
I did.
For the second time that day, I opened my wings.
I wondered what all I could break in the room.
Hopefully the window. And some necks.
Instead of going wide-eyed like Snape, Dumbledore just stroked his beard.
"It appears that the prophecy has begun to come true,"
What prophecy?
"And the Phoenix has, indeed, come."
What the crap!
I stood up, turned on my heal, and left. Or at least, tried to. Snape, Damned SNAPE, grabbed the back of my robes.
I yanked them back, and summoned fire to my hand, bringing it level with his ugly, stupid nose.
"Don't. Touch. Me."
I opened the door, walked through, and slammed it shut.
What I didn't know was that I had nearly broken Snape's heart.