Why the Phoenix Cries

Why the Phoenix Cries

By: Seraphanie_Azure

Chapter One

Harry Potter lay on his bed in his room in a house on Number 4, Privet Drive . Today was his 15 ^th birthday, but for once he wasn't thinking about that... He kept remembering what had happened not long before...the final task of the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric Diggory dead, killed by Lord Voldemort...who had returned finally to kill him...the "duel" between the Dark Lord and himself...coming back, the confusion, the misery...

Harry shut his eyes, rubbing a finger over the scar on his forehead. He wished he could forget it all... Sighing, he sat up and watched Hedwig asleep in her cage. He wished for someone to talk to in person. He couldn't wait for some word from Dumbledore or the Weasleys that he could return to the Burrow to stay. He was very lonely and very miserable at the moment. Another sigh...then, the doorbell rang. Harry thought this very strange, since no one was home, and usually anyone who knew the Dursley's wouldn't ring the doorbell anyway, they would knock or something (the doorbell was kind of formal.) He tiptoed to the edge of the stairs, hoping it would ring again. When it did, he crept down the stairs and peeked at the door. Should he open it? He wondered this to himself. Some vague feeling in the pit of his stomach told him he should.

When he did, he found two of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen standing there on his aunt and uncle's welcome mat. Harry couldn't find words...it was strange enough to have them there to see him (because he had a feeling that made him sure they were), but it was even stranger to have them being the hottest girls on the planet.

Very hesitantly, the shorter one, who was about 5'5" and had gorgeous dark brown hair, full rose-colored lips and large deep blue-green eyes asked, "Can we come in?"

With a start, Harry realized that he was blocking the door. "Yeah, sure, come in," he stammered. She and the other girl, who was tall, had black-purple hair, pouty lips and brown-violet eyes walked into the front hall, gazing at the walls covered in Dudley's pictures.

"Not much of a looker is he," joked the blue-eyed girl. Harry laughed stupidly, trying to regain his dignity (and not succeeding).

The tall girl looked at the two of them, shook her head, and said, "I'm Veraine, and she's Seraphanie. We're from America, the Salem School of Magic. Apparently, our school is much more advanced than the other wizarding schools, and we start learning magic when we are five years old. We're considered "special," even by wizarding standards..."

"...And for all these reasons," continued Seraphanie, staring straight into Harry's eyes, "we're here to save you."

"Save me? Save me from what? Oh, wait, stupid question...but why do I need you two here? I've been doing quite well on my own...considering."

"Well, you're just going to have to take our word that Dumbledore sent us to protect you...not that he doesn't think that you can take care of yourself, but because we're 'special,' meaning we have powers that are extremely potent in the areas of healing, defense, and...transformations," Veraine said simply.

Harry just stood there, more than a little upset at the fact that he still thought that it was kind of unfair that Dumbledore thought he needed protection. He was quite fine on his own! He had done worse!

"He knows you're quite capable, Harry, but in times such as these the need to protect you is very important," Seraphanie replied. Harry started. He hadn't even spoken aloud! Seraphanie looked at him and laughed mischievously. "I forgot to mention that I'm telepathic, too."

"Ah, that explains a lot..." He thought for a moment and then asked, "But why do I need to be protected at all? Why doesn't Voldemort just kill me? Why is it so important that I live?"

"Because you are the only one that can defeat Voldemort, only you can end his life. Many have tried, and many will try, but they will fail. Now that he has been restored to his body, his powers will augment until they've become what they used to be, perhaps stronger; but only you will defeat him, there is no one else," Veraine replied.

Harry stared at her in shock. "How do you know this? How do you know for sure?"

"Let it be said only that we do know this as the truth. Let it be said now that you will not fail because you have us now to guide you, protect you. Voldemort knows nothing of us, and he never will. Even if he does, he nor anyone else can ever kill us, not even with the Avada Kedavra Curse," Seraphanie whispered.

"Why can't he kill you?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"He challenged fate. It's kind of hard to explain...at the height of his power, he shouted to the heavens, during a massacre of Muggles and wizards alike: 'I dare you! I dare you to send even one, no two, who can defeat me! Even make them stronger than me, and we'll see! I'm invincible!' Of course, challenging fate is really stupid, but so is killing people in broad daylight, and fate will give you exactly what you ask for..." Veraine explained.

"And here we are!" exclaimed Seraphanie cheerfully.
"Aha...but I though 'only I could defeat him,' and all that," Harry asked, confused. "Oh, well, it's because of us that you'll finally defeat him, see?" Seraphanie said.

"If you say so, I guess, but you never did tell me why exactly I am the person who's going to finally get rid of Voldemort," Harry said.

"That's not up to us to tell you...Dumbledore's going to have to answer that one, Harry," Veraine replied.

"Well, that doesn't explain a great deal...I guess it's not your fault, though that you can't tell me," Harry said resignedly. He was still pissed that he was going to have to wait to learn the reason why, though.

"Come on, it's time to go," Seraphanie said suddenly.

"Why? Can you hear them coming home?" Veraine asked.

"Yeah, and they don't sound pleasant," she replied.

"Go where? And they're always like that," Harry added.

"To the Burrow, of course...the Weasley's are expecting us!" Seraphanie exclaimed. "They are?"

"Yeah! We're going to be late, as a matter of fact!" she replied.

"Well, how're we supposed to get there?"

"Apparation!" said Veraine.

"Apparation! I can't Apparate! You two don't even look old enough!" Harry said unbelievingly.

"Then you underestimate the power of American schools, Harry. I'm eighteen, and Seraphanie's sixteen, and we have a way to take you with us in Apparation. So hold on, because we're outta here!"

They each grabbed a hold of his arms, and with a flash, a popping noise, the house disappeared and they reappeared just outside of the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole, the home of the Weasleys.