Harry Potter and a Lady's Ambition

By: EDelta88 & Selonianth

Rated M for language, violence, and because I said so

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Background and Beginning Notes:

Ok, so this one was a cracktastic attempt at harems and gender bending in a new and interesting way

Prologue

Bianca was not what you would call one of the normal residents of Hogwarts. In fact, most would say she had no place in it, but in truth, she had more a place in Hogwarts than nearly anyone else that walked it's grounds... or slithered in her case.

You see, Bianca was a basilisk. Yes, that basilisk. Don't ask why her master chose her name, something about an assassin's guild or something. Gods only knew with that man. At any rate, for over a thousand years she had lived in the catacombs beneath the castle, left behind by her master to guard the great institution he had helped create.

And now, for the second time in less than a century, the castle was threatened by an enemy she could not destroy. Which, as she knew all too well, was peculiar problem considering her... talents.

Oh how she loathed Tom Riddle, that pathetic man-child that twisted her master's legacy.

Yes, Salazar Slytherin had despised muggleborns. Who could blame him? After all, would you not be bitter if they had been the direct cause of the brutal rape of your beloved sister and indirect cause of her suicide? Or the sham of a trial his nearly dead parents had received before the newly formed muggly church of England hung them and displayed their bodies? Would you be inclined to teach those who had taken everything from you? Bianca thought not.

Yes, Salazar Slytherin did not want muggleborns to come to Hogwarts. Why? Because he did not wish to see the atrocities that had destroyed his family visited upon his beloved students.

Turning down one of the tunnels that crisscrossed the upper levels of the castle, her mind returned to how she could possibly circumvent the ancient magics that bound her to House Slytherin to get rid of the young "Heir" without accidentally killing another human like that time all those years ago. She'd felt so bad when young Myrtle opened the door to look into her eyes. She'd gone on an eating binge for the next thirty years; its aftermath still lay more than a foot thick around her lair... she really needed to clean that up, the smell from the rotting carcasses was really starting to stink up her tunnels. But back to the matter at hand... she couldn't risk using her eyes again, that was clear.

She could not bite Tom because of the magics that bound her to Slytherin house, not that she could bit him now that the pathetic wretch had possessed that poor little red head but ooooh how she wanted to.

What to do...

What to do...

Chapter 1: Harry... wait, Harry?

Harry James Potter had just gotten out of the hospital after Dobby almost killed him with that rogue bludger. Little fucker almost got him expelled and arrested twice. Then very nearly KILLED him with his third attempt to save Harry's life.

Thinking about it however made him cuss. Repeatedly. So, feeling an overwhelming need to relieve a little stress, he had found this nice, deserted, corridor to do exactly that, never noticing that he had unconsciously slipped into parseltongue during his rant.

"Excuse me, speaker?"a voice interrupted his tirade. It was a smooth but... off sounding voice.

'Who the hell-' he wondered, whipping around. There hadn't been anyone in the hall a second ago.

"Could I have a moment of your time?"asked the really, REALLY big snake that was filling up most of the hallway.

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…

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"Heh heh," Harry laughed weakly before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell flat on his back.

"Oh dear," the great serpent muttered, staring down at the boy in dismay. How was she supposed to talk to him now? Glancing around, Bianca briefly wondered if it might be better to leave him here for one of the staff to find but... 'No, very few ever use this corridor, he might catch cold if he's out here all night...'she decided, her equivalent to a frown working it's way into her features.

So, ever so gently Bianca opened her mouth and caught one of her fangs on his robes and carefully, ever so carefully, pulled him with her as she reversed down her tunnel. He'd be dirty, yes, but safe with her in the catacombs rather than alone in a cold hallway. Besides, now that she had someone who might be able to help her... deal, with her problem, she wasn't going to take the chance of him getting away from her until he had heard her out.

'Perhaps this is a good thing? He seems to have a talent for hysterics... so perhaps it would be better for him to let that out in the chamber rather than the halls where he might draw too much attention,' she mused as she moved the young hero further into the bowels of the school.

===Some Time Later===

Bianca couldn't understand it. Why wasn't the speaker child awake yet? She needed to talk to him as soon as possible and it had been hours! These thoughts and others ran through her mind as she watched the speaker child sleeping next to the ever burning hearth Salazar had created for her.

"Why won't he wake up? Is he hurt?" Bianca wondered, the slightest bit of panic working its way into her thoughts. If he was hurt, there wasn't much she could do, she was a guardian not a healer...

Slowly Bianca became more and more worried until she started trying to think of anything she might be able to do that could help Harry. Suddenly, Bianca remembered Salazar telling her about something... a necklace! He had told her it would return the wearer to their natural state when he had placed it with the other items he'd left with her! Trying to remember where she had left it, she hurried into her hoard room. He'd put a bunch of things in there so she could keep them safe if anyone ever made their way into the room that wasn't supposed to be there. Or, in Tom's case, were not worthy to have them.

Returning with a necklace held securely in her mouth, Bianca discovered a new problem. She didn't exactly have hands and so couldn't put the amulet around the speaker child's neck like it needed to be to work. It seemed this was the time to try to use that skill Salazar gave her for the first time outside of moving her hoard around. Carefully Bianca placed the amulet on the ground and stared at it. The amulet shakily rose off the ground and moved towards Harry.

She needed to be careful. Normally her hoard required she use more of Hogwart's magic so she needed less control over it. Now she had to be extra careful not to use too much or she could accidentally choke Harry with the amulet. Carefully lifting Harry's head off the ground she slid the amulet up then dropped the chain and it swung down and around his neck.

For a moment nothing happened.

'Is it not working?'Bianca wondered. Had the enchantments faded? Was she too late? No she could still hear his heartbeat, so why wasn't-

Suddenly the room was filled with a blinding flash, originating from the amulet and obscuring Harry from view.

'It worked!'Bianca thought happily. Now she could...

Then the light faded, and she was greeted by a sight she had not been expecting.

The child was most certainly awake now... and studying itself... and seemed to have found the changes in its anatomy... and was now staring at her.

"Um...oops?" she asked uncertainly. Was there a proper response when you accidentally change another being's gender?

The speaker child passed out again.

Bianca had never approved of Godric's, as Salazar had always referred to it, uncouth vocabulary, but that night in the Chamber of Secrets, she made liberal and creative use of it.

Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts

Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, minding his own business and completing his paperwork when, very suddenly, the hairs of the back of his neck stood on end.

Eyes narrowing dangerously, the old sorcerer scanned the room around him, looking for even the slightest detail out of place but, try as he might, he could find nothing that might have cause his unease. Everything was where it should be and there was nothing additional.

"Strange he muttered," he muttered, relaxing in the silence now that he was satisfied that there was no danger. 'Wait...'

Silence...

It was quiet, far too quiet. Weren't the various monitors and instruments on his shelves supposed to make noise? Buzz as they spun? Clack as they moved? But he could not hear the puffing of the device that monitored Harry's heart-rate. Where was the subtle whirring of the sneak o' scope he had linked to Harry until it was needed elsewhere? These noises had been ever present for a decade now. So why was his office silent and several of his instruments no longer moving?

He knew Harry wasn't dead. The wards of Hogwarts would have told him that. Unless... he paused, concentrating... he could not feel Harry on the grounds. Eyes growing wide, he cried "Fawkes!" calling the phoenix to him from wherever the firebird was occupying his time. "Find Harry, bring him here if you can. If he's... if you can't bring him, come back and grab some paper and a quill for him to send me a message with."

Nodding the ancient bird disappeared in a burst of fire and Albus Dumbledore began to pace.

How had this happened?

What had happened?

Was Harry alright?

Would Fawkes be able to find him?

All these questions and more circled through the old leader's mind as he restlessly walked the length of his office until he noticed a fine detail he had missed before.

Pausing for a moment, the aged headmaster turned to take a closer look at the particular trinket that had caught his attention. It was a Bond Monitor. The name said it all really, the device was designed to notify him if Harry formed a magical bond with anyone, a soul-mate for instance. Yes such devices did in fact exist and were created to detect the forming of bonds between individuals and determine the nature of bond formed. This particular one he had picked up in Transylvania some years ago and had enchanted it to monitor Harry so that he could move to help the boy should some such bond present itself. Now though, instead of monitoring that it seemed to have become inert. Completely disconnected and that didn't make any sense. If the person they were connected to died, such monitors were frozen to display the state of that person until connected to another.

So how could it simply stop working?

What could this mean?

What could have happened to Harry to cause this?

'More questions and no answers...' the old warlock mused, massaging his temples. Sighing tiredly, Albus shook his head, hoping that Fawkes was having better luck than he was.

Chapter 2: Hysteria

Meanwhile, beneath the Black Lake in the Chamber of Secrets, Fawkes was, put simply, gobsmacked. Was there a more appropriate response when you found a child hero unconscious on the ground with a seventy-five foot long serpent nearby swearing in ways that would make sailors blush... and take notes?

For several more minutes this continued with the gargantuan basalisk swearing up a storm and Fawkes being too stunned to do more than stare at the child who was clearly Harry Potter... or rather his female twin of some kind. Exactly seven minutes later the Basalisk paused in it's swearing long enough to turn and notice the phoenix. "Ummm, hi... I don't suppose you just arrived?" The basalisk hissed hopeful that her ranting and swearing hadn't just been catalogued by an immortal witness.

Fawkes shook his head, still staring at the massive creature.

"Damn... stupid pheonix gift of tongues, I'll bet you think me a lunatic now don't you?" Bianca sulked

Fawkes just shrugged his wings, trilling softly as though laughing.

"Daaaaamnitttt why do I hurt in places I shouldn't have?" a female alto spoke.

...Now Fawkes was very clearly laughing.

"Stupid flaming pigeon..." Bianca muttered, laying her head down of the floor as she sulked. It wasn't fair, she was a paragon of her race! More than a thousand years old, with venom more potent than the most deadly of potions, complete control of her Death Gaze, immune to the weaknesses other Basali suffered... and she accidentally gender bent her first chance at a worthy master in over a thousand years while a glorified turkey laughs at her... and she couldn't even eat the turkey. It wasn't fair!

"What the-" cried Harry as... she, clutched her throat. "What's wrong with my voice?" she wondered before unconsciously looking down, "Why bloody hell do I have boobs!"

Fawkes fell off the mantel where he'd been perched since arriving in the chamber.

"What the... Fawkes?" the, now female, golden...girl of Gryffindor muttered looking up from her body when he hit the floor. Then finally looking around she noticed the seventy-five foot basalisk trying to hide it's face in the ground and fainted dead away again.

"Did she just-OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!" the ancient serpent cried, starting to pound her head into the wall of the chamber; thankfully, said wall was enchanted to be nearly indestructible, Salazar really had thought of everything.

And Fawkes started rolling around the stone floor, squawking uncontrollably in his laughter.

"Oh stuff it you glorified turkey!" Bianca shouted at the phoenix. She was beginning to wonder if boiling the damn thing would kill it dead enough to eat...

A groan came from the boy-who-became-a-girl. "What the hell did I eat that I hallucinated becoming a girl and then a basalisk and Fawkes laughing so hard he fell over?"

"Umm... You didn't hallucinate that speaker..." Bianca told her, drawing the child'.

"Huh... So I didn't," the gender-bent-heroine muttered as her eyes began to loll in her head.

"YOU WILL NOT FAINT AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME!" Bianca roared, rearing up as she did so.

And The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Become-A-Girl passed out.

And Fawkes laughed some more.

"...I'm going to go kill something," Bianca hissed, slithering off into the tunnels. Perhaps Hagrid had finally gotten his hands on a dragon she could fight? Or maybe a Nundu had wandered into the Forbidden Forest?

...What? It could happen!

Sadly she had to make do with slaughtering the majority of the resident acromantula colony. It had been creeping far too close to the centaur herds for her liking anyway so it was more like her doing her duty than blowing off steam... yes, completely justifiable.

And now she was back in the Chamber of Secrets, and the girl child was awake, and by Modred's Sloppy Seconds she was gonna stay that way!

"Speaker, I require your help with a matter of great importance to the security of Hogwarts," Bianca started, hoping that occupying the girl's mind would distract her until she could properly cope with the situation.

"Mhm" said the magical transvestite as if there wasn't a massive killing machine of a snake about ten feet from her body as she nodded and smiled.

"The heir of my master has ordered me to purge the school of those he deems unworthy," she explained. "Thus far I have been able to avoid killing anyone but it is only a matter of time before he becomes more specific with his orders and I am unable to purposefully misinterpret him."

"Yep." the extra from 'To: Wong Fu, Thanks for everything', affirmed.

"What I need from you is either a way to circumvent the enchantments in order to attack him directly or for you to contact someone who can do it for me," Bianca explained.

"Uh-huh," 'The Hot Chick Part 2' responded.

Bianca, realizing something was off, used just the tip of her tail to gently poke the barely responding Gender-Bender.

Of course, when said rule sixty-three'd hero didn't even respond in the slightest Bianca realized what was wrong and hung her head... again. Then, focusing she grabbed a globule of water from the outskirts of the chamber and dropped it on the comatose witches witch's head.

"Gah!" the ex-boy cried, immediately awake... for now.

Gryffindor Tower

Suddenly, in a cushy chair near the fire, a girl with bushy brown hair felt a chill run up her spine and groaned. A chill she knew all too well.

Harry had found trouble again. Or, more accurately, trouble had likely found him.

It happened quite a bit, and Hermione had no idea why she knew it had happened... again. She supposed it probably had something to do with the polyjuice incident, Madame Pompfrey hadn't been able to completely rid her of the cat DNA inside her afterall. Shrugging that line of thought off Hermione placed a bookmark in her transfiguration book and stood. She might as well do something with the knowledge. Now the question was...

"Who to tell?" she wondered, tapping her chin as she walked out into the hall. After a moment's deliberation she shrugged her shoulders and started walking toward the headmaster's office. Nothing against McGonagall but she didn't think the animagus could do much here while she knew Dumbledore would have a way of finding him if he needed to.

A few minutes later, Hermione found herself with a very pressing problem... Where exactly was Professor Dumbledore's office?

Almost an hour of wandering around in the dark later helped only by torches on the wall, she was just about ready to give up and wait until morning to ask a teacher when she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. "Now what's an ickle second year like you doing wandering around at night?" a voice said as she spun around alarmed until she realized it was just the Weasley twins. They had a habit of being better at locating lost first and second year students than the prefects who were supposed to be doing it.

"I'm trying to find the headmaster's office... something happened to Harry and I need to find someone to help him." Hermione explained.

"Something's happened-" George-or was it Fred?- started, looking at his twin.

"To Harrikins?" Fred-George?-finished.

Then,without warning, "This way!" they said in chorus, each hooking a hand under her arm as they carried her off into the castle. Each resisting the urge to break into song.

Within five minutes they had her standing at a gargoyle. "Warheads," They spoke in unison making the statue jump aside and the stairs descend.

"His password is a weapon of mass destruction?" Hermione wondered. It was just so... strange, she'd always thought of the Headmaster as a peaceful man.

"Nah, the muggle sour sweet. He seems to like sour things..." The twins responded with a shrug.

Well that explained why she didn't know what it was, her parents were Sugar Nazis.

"Anyway, get up there. We'll see you in the morning, I think Neville got himself locked out again." Twin 1 informed her before they vanished into the barely visible darkness.

Hermione blinked after them. "How do they do that?" she wondered before turning to go up the stairs. Knocking on the door, she received no answer. 'I know it's rude but it IS an emergency...' Entering the room she found a concerned headmaster fidgeting over a set of instruments. "Um, headmaster? Are you ok?"

"Miss Granger, at the moment, I am a very great distance from 'Ok,'" the old headmaster responded, showing every one of his considerable years.

"Is it about Harry?" Hermione asked. "I know he's been found by some form of trouble again...I can feel it."

"Indeed he has," Dumbledore sighed, appearing extremely tired. "As to what trouble has found him, I cannot say."

"Sir? Can't you find him?" Hermione questioned getting nervous because of how Dumbledore was acting.

"My usual means of monitoring Mr. Potter seem to have run afoul of whatever has befallen him I'm afraid," he said, waving toward the inert trinkets on his shelves. "I'm still waiting for Fawkes-that's my familiar, he's a phoenix- to return but he has been gone some time now."

"Do you have any way of looking in on him?" Hermione asked trying to get eyes on Harry any way she could.

"Unfortunately it seems that my own cleverness has been my downfall," he responded, grimacing. "You see I put in place several... enchantments, that prevent anyone from locating Mr. Potter unless he wishes them to find him. Rather ingenious really as I tied them to the intent of the magics rather than Mr. Potter himself so that they could not be as easily dispelled. However..."

"Those same enchantments now prevent you from finding him now," Hermione finished.

"Exactly," Dumbledore sighed massaging his temples in frustration.

"And I'm guessing you did the same thing to Fawkes to prevent people from stopping him in his work? I mean, you know Fawkes is probably with Harry because a phoenix can find just about anyone, so couldn't you try to look at him and see if Harry would be in view?"

"A very astute point Miss Granger," Dumbledore complimented, "Unfortunately, it would appear that Fawkes either does not want to be found or is under some extremely powerful protections as I have been unable to locate him. I know he is safe, in fact he seems rather amused with something, however I cannot find where he..." his voice trailed off, a thoughtful look overtaking his face.

"That's not good. Harry's in some kind of trouble I know it and I can't find him and, and, and..." Hermione cried out as she started pacing nervously.

"Calm down Miss Granger, and think very carefully about what I have just said," Dumbledore ordered. Though he still appeared tired, a relieved twinkle was growing in his eyes as though he had just realized something.

"Huh?"

"Fawkes is amused by something," he told her, repeating his words from earlier. "So, while we should be worried, I do not believe that whatever trouble has befallen young Harry is life threatening."

"Oh... Right." Hermione muttered. Still, it was bugging her that she knew he was in trouble but couldn't fix it.

"Go to bed Miss Granger, I'll send you a message once Mr. Potter has returned to us.

"Ok..." Hermione acquiesced before leaving to return to her dorm.

Watching her leave Dumbledore sighed in relief. "Still though... Where are you Mr. Potter?"

Chapter 3: I'm a girl?

Once she had finally calmed down enough to speak with the ancient serpent they had run into a slight problem...

"So let me get this straight. I'm a girl because you remembered an artifact that, according to Salazar Slythering, should have returned me to the state I would be right now with no outside influences. Somehow that turned me into a girl and reversed every injury I've ever gotten. And this only came up because you heard me swearing in parseltongue and realized I might be able to help you not obey this other speaker."

"Yes..." Bianca the basalisk nodded trying not to look at the young speaker. It wasn't that she didn't want to kill the child with her stare, that was irrelevant as she had complete control over her eyes, it was more that she felt embarrassed that she'd fucked up and turned the first decent speaker in millenia into a girl.

"So... what's my name now?"

Bianca blinked. "Um...what?"

"Harry's a boy's name. I'm a girl now!" she hissed.

"...You aren't going to try and turn yourself back?" In her experience, humans usually weren't altogether "ok" with their gender being changed... as a general rule.

"Maybe, but I can't go around being called by a boy's name if I look like a girl, can I? Not to mention the whole "Natural State" thing, I was supposed to be a girl, something changed that...I guess this just feels right. Now I need a name that reflects that."

"...I will never understand human naming customs," Bianca sighed. Honestly? She needed this child's help killing someone and she was more worried about her name? What were humans teaching their young these days? Honestly!

About a half hour later of the two of them tossing out names and being shot down. Bianca even came up with Hera but it was decided to be too... Not fitting. The final name showdown was between Harley and Holly; Bianca had come up with Harley while Holly was a reference to her wand. Now, the recently turned witch was ok with having a girl name, she was a girl now after all, but Holly would be too weird for her, at least in the short run and she'd prefer a name closer to her original name. So it was decided that she'd be known as Harley. For some reason she had the odd desire to pull out a giant machine gun and laugh maniacally but it dissipated when Bianca slapped her on the back of the head with her tail.

After they finished deciding on a name for her Harley finally remembered that Fawkes was there. Only now instead of laughing his feathery little ass off he was sitting there staring at them as if he couldn't get why they cared so much about a name to argue about it for over a half an hour.

"Now then, how will we handle Tom?"

"Tom who?"

"...Excuse me for a moment," Bianca said, slithering out of the inner chamber.

"Was it something I said?" Harley wondered, staring after Bianca.'

Suddenly a roar of fury filled the Chamber of Secrets, shaking the stonework violently enough to dislodge dust from the ceiling.

"Now then," Bianca began, coming back. "Tom is the heir I told you about. The one I need your help with?"

"You told me about that? When?" Harley replied scratching her head as she tried to remember being talked to... at all by the giant basilisk except for the greeting which had knocked him out in the first place.

"Several times now..."

"Huh... Ok then. How the hell do we stop him?" Harley replied ignoring Fawkes as he sat there trying to get her attention. She'd learned that he'd been laughing at her and Bianca for the several hours she'd been out and was slightly put out with him.

"I would do it myself, however, then enchantments Salazar put in place when I was still having difficulty controlling my talents prevent me from harming any of his descendants. As a result, I need assistance in dealing with this threat to the school as I am unable to do so myself."

"That doesn't exactly answer my question," The twelve year old pointed out.

"I need you to help me find a way to kill Tom," Bianca said. "As the only friendly speaker available, you are the only one that can truly help me and communicate with the other humans."

"What? I'm not going out there like this!" Harley cried. "I get too much attention as it is! I'd really be a freak now!"

"And if we don't do something about Tom, it won't matter because you and all your friends will be dead!"

"Can't we just wait till he comes back then take him out then?" Harley pondered. It couldn't be that hard really. Not if he was at least 70.

"If it were really Tom, then yes," Bianca agreed. "Unfortunately, this time he's working through another, a little red haired girl that he has possessed somehow."

"But how does that-Ow! Fawkes, stop that!" Harley cried as Fawkes, now well and truly tired of being ignored, hopped onto her shoulder and started viciously pecking her on the top of the head. "Ok-OK! I get it! I'll stop ignoring you!" she cried.

Fawkes snorted, hopping into her lap before pecking the amulet twice.

"You... think we should use the amulet?" Harley asked uncertainly.

Fawkes happily trilled a tune... that sounded suspiciously like the Final Fantasy victory theme.

"It's possible that some form of magic turned you into a boy before you were birthed," Bianca mused. "If that were so, then amulet did return you to your original state... we could use the amulet to break Tom's hold on the girl."

At these words, Fawkes appeared to become very excited, gesturing wildly at Bianca.

"You think we should go with Bianca's idea?" Harley asked, strangely ok with this whole situation.

Fawkes nodded.

"You have any better ideas?" Harley asked the ancient basilisk.

"Would I have needed to drag you down here if I did?"

Topside...

'What the devil could be taking Fawkes so long?' Dumbledore wondered as he paced his office.

As if summoned the firebird chose that moment to appear in a plume of flame on his perch.

"Ah my friend, how went your search?" he asked, an eager twinkle in his eye.

What he got, was a glare from his phoenix then a complicated movement with one of his talons as if he was trying to dance.

"Fawkes, what are you-this is no time for a game of charades!" Honestly, sometimes Dumbledore could not believe his familiar. Yes, he had felt Fawke's emotions through the bond and could safely guess that the phoenix had found Harry relatively unharmed but he needed to get to Harry to make sure of it.

Fawkes it seemed, either didn't hear him or very dearly wanted to play his game, as he continued his dance.

"This really isn't the time my friend. Will you please take me to Harry?" Dumbledore sighed.

Fawkes paused, glaring at him as though to say "Just pay attention you blind old coot!" then continued his miming.

"Oh very well," the aged Headmaster sighed. "I'll play with you. Now, let's see-"

Fawkes violently shook his head.

'Why would he...oh.' "Fawkes, are you trying to tell me something?"

The blank look the immortal bird gave him before continuing its dance spoke volumes.

"You... want to take River Dancing lessons?" Albus asked, confused.

Fawkes gave him another glare and poked his beak at his foot which continued to mime.

"You want to learn to play hackie sack?" Why ever would the silly bird want to do that?

Fawkes felt the sudden urge to faceplant... if he could. Instead he hopped to the floor and continued to mime with his foot in a repeated and frantic manner.

"You...want shoes?" Albus was becoming increasingly confused. What use could a bird have for shoes?

Fawkes prayed to all the gods of the Greeks, Romans, Chinese, Indians, and Norwegians to give him strength before he shook his head and continued miming.

"You want me to fetch Alastor?"

Fawkes paused for a moment wondering how someone could be so colossally bad at charades to think he was saying THAT. Then it occurred to him that Mad-Eye Moody was also known for another thing, being the worlds best Charade player so he nodded.

"Ah, alright then," Albus said with a smile before turning toward his fireplace. He wasn't sure why Fawkes would want Alastor but if it would get Fawkes to take him to Harry...

"Yes Albus?" Mad-Eye Moody asked as his face appearing in the grate a moment later.

"It's not me that wished to see you my friend, I was going to wait for Tuesday. Fawkes seems rather insistent you see..."

"Yes, I was wondering about that. Why is he miming for something to write with?"

Again, Fawkes trilled a tune suspiciously similar to the Final Fantasy victory theme.

Dumbledore blinked...then blinked again. "...Oh."

Fawkes made a wheezing laughing sound.

Finally remembering that he had in fact told Fawkes to come back to get a quill, ink, and paper Dumbledore put it in a small sack and placed it in one of Fawkes' talons before watching the bird disappeared in a ball of fire.

"...You forgot something obvious again, didn't you," Mad-Eye observed.

"Yes, yes I did."

End Notes

Well there you have it. Complete with edits and a chapter that we never got around to posting. This one was supposed to be a stab at an... original look at a harem story that we got bored with.

And a side note about any of you raging about me working on this stuff and not my primary fics. I am still working on both versions of Wrath and I'm almost done with Naruto of the Nine Tails. In fact, the next chp of NotNT should be up next week unless something goes catastrophically wrong in my life. So, all of you waiting with baited breath keep an eye out for zombies, 'kay?

-Delta