The Slytherin Of The Scamander Family Book 2 (Hermione x Male Reader)

Fawkes The Phoenix And The Polyjuice Potion

The two boys stepped off the stone staircase at the top, and Professor McGonagall knocked on the door. It opened silently, and they walked inside. She instructed them to wait and then left, leaving them alone in the room. It was a large, beautiful circular space, filled with strange little noises. Various curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring softly and releasing small puffs of smoke. The walls were lined with portraits of former headmasters and headmistresses, all gently snoozing in their frames.

Seth's attention was suddenly drawn to something he was eager to see up close-a red phoenix perched on a walking stick-like post.

He slowly approached the phoenix and gently stroked it with the back of his hand. The phoenix leaned into his touch, softly ruffling its feathers.

"Bee in your bonnet, Potter?" a voice suddenly interrupted.

They both looked up to see that it was the Sorting Hat speaking.

"I-I was just wondering if you put me in the the right house?" Harry asked.

"Yes... you were particularly difficult to place, just like Scamander here," the Sorting Hat said. "But I stand by what I said last year... you would have done well with Scamander... in Slytherin."

"You're wrong." Harry replied.

Suddenly, Seth heard a noise coming from the phoenix. He glanced at it, quickly pulling his hand back and stepping away with a smile. Harry smiled too, just as the phoenix erupted into flames, leaving behind nothing but a pile of ashes.

"Harry? Seth?"

Harry looked up toward Dumbledore, but Seth kept his eyes on the ashes, waiting eagerly for the fascinating and beautiful moment he knew was coming.

"Professor, sir... your bird... there was nothing I could do... he just caught fire..." Harry said in astonishment.

"Oh, and about time too. He's been looking dreadful for days. Pity you had to see him on a burning day," Dumbledore remarked as he walked down the stairs toward them, noticing Harry's confused expression. "But I believe Seth here can explain to you what Fawkes is."

"Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry," Seth explained. "They burst into flame when it's time for them to die, and then they're reborn from the ashes."

Harry leaned in closer, watching as the ashes began to smoke and a tiny, ash-covered phoenix head slowly emerged.

"They're truly fascinating creatures," Seth continued, his eyes on the newly reborn baby phoenix. "They can carry incredibly heavy loads, and their tears have powerful healing abilities."

Suddenly, the door burst open, and the two boys turned to see a familiar, hairy face carrying the same tern from earlier.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir, wait! Listen! Professor Dumbledore, sir, it wasn't Harry or Seth!" Hagrid exclaimed as he went towards them.

"Hagrid," Dumbledore said gently, trying to calm him down.

"I'd be prepared to swear it in front of the Ministry of Magic!"

"Hagrid!" Dumbledore said loudly this time. "Relax. I do not believe that Harry or Seth attacked anyone."

"Oh," said Hagrid, the rooster falling limply at his side. "Right. I'll wait outside then, Headmaster." He stomped out, looking embarrassed.

"You don't think it was us, Professor?" Harry asked hopefully.

"No, Harry, I do not think it was you or Seth," Dumbledore said. "But I must ask you both: is there something you wish to tell me?"