Chain of Drabbles

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Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!

Pairing for the chapter: Harry/Fawkes

Warnings: none

Prompt: Caught in the act

When Harry first met Fawkes, the phoenix had it's burning day and was nothing but a chick without feathers. Harry had thought him cute, and had gently picked the bird up after getting permission from the Headmaster. They stayed like that, cuddling near the fire as Professor McGonagall talked to the Headmaster.

Fawkes didn't forget it.

When Harry's fifth year came, and with it the Ministry showing it's bigoted face and Umbridge, Fawkes first made sure that his boy was away from the Dementors along with the other fat boy, and then, later on, made sure to heal the damage that Umbridge was making Harry do on himself. But everything had a limit, and Fawkes reached his when that hag thought about using the cruciatus on his boy.

The fire bird, which had stayed with Harry after his pet left Hogwarts (much to Harry's and everyone else's confusion), narrowed his eyes at the woman, hissing at her in distaste. He couldn't burn her into a crisp, it would taint his fire, so Fawkes opted for the next best thing: he pranked her so hard that the hag just had to leave his Harry alone.

At first, she seemed not to notice, or just ignored it, as the days turned into weeks, she was weary, and as it made it's month anniversary, Umbridge was too afraid to leave her office. Harry had caught on too, and helped.

And then, just when they were doing their final prank on the Hag...

"What do you two think you're doing?" Came the stern voice of Professor McGonagall.

"Err..." Harry paused, looked at Fawkes, and answered with the most innocent look in his Professor's direction. "We're filling Her office with lemon drops and transfiguring her kitten collection into a picture collection of pink-dressed toads?"

Professor McGonagall blinked, blinked again, and her lips twitched slightly upwards, "I see." She said, then turned around and continued on her way.

The next day Hermione reported the appearance of fifty points for Gryffindor and when she asked Professor McGonagall, the only reply she got was that Harry had outstanding control of transfiguration, imagination and drive.

For the next week Fawkes could be seen thrilling smugly to himself.