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Wonderstruck · 11-18-2010, 08:59 PM

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We mostly just sat there for the rest of the meal, not talking too much since we were all pretty tired and sometimes the quiet is just nice. I was about to take my last swig of juice when Professor McGonagall came up to us.

"Miss Carson, would you mind coming with me?" she asked.

The others looked at her curiously, concerned, and I had to admit I was having a hard time reading her as well. Something was up but I couldn't get a good read on what it was. I gave them all a reassuring look before getting up and following her out of the great hall. I could hear the whispers, both mentally and out loud, of the students as we walked by.

"Is everything alright Professor?" I asked as soon as the great hall doors swung shut behind us.

"Not quite," Professor McGonagall said.

I was practically power walking in order to keep up with her strides. She had done a good job of hiding her concern in front of the other students, but she was not doing a very good job with me.

"Professor...will you please tell me what is going on?" I asked as she led us up the grand staircase. The portraits were all eyeing us curiously, whispering to one another as I passed them. I gave the old man who always nagged Hermione a stern glare as we passed him. He has been trying to whisper something to the girl in the portrait next to him but my cold stare had deterred him.

Once we had reached the third floor, the one that led to Professor Dumbledore's office I knew that something must have been terribly wrong. It wasn't until we were directly outside of the statue that Professor McGonagall stopped to look at me.

"Miss Carson I am going to ask you to remain calm during all of this, you understand?"

"Sure, but what exactly am I remaining calm over?"

Professor McGonagall motioned for the statue to open, which it did, and she led us up the staircase to the wooden door. She knocked once, before pushing it open and motioning that I should go first. I went in, not surprised to see Fudge and Umbridge standing beside Dumbledore who was trying to keep a blank expression.

I could feel the victory streaming off of Umbridge's body and of course the word expelled filled my mind.

Now I knew why Professor McGonagall had wanted me to remain calm.

"Thank you Miss Carson for coming so calmly and without giving anyone any trouble," said Fudge as he went down the three steps in front of Dumbledore's desk to get closer to me. "I am sure Professor McGonagall has filled you in on what is happening?"

I reached out to Professor McGonagall who was mentally sending me signs to say yes.

"Yes, of course," I said, surprising myself at how straight I was capable of keeping my face.

"Given your actions, whether they were intentional or not, although we all know they were, I believe you are far too dangerous to be practicing magic."

I stared at him, not sure what kind of response he had been expecting. Fudge turned and walked towards Dumbledore's bookshelf to examine it.

"I know that phoenix animagi possess skills that are rather frightening, and are more often than not hard to control, but Miss Carson given your magical abilities I believe that you have plenty of control."

I continued to remain silent, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall exchanging looks with one another.

"Both the headmaster and Professor McGonagall had attempted to convince us that pulling you away from magic is a bad idea, but I cannot afford the risk of any more of the lovely teachers here at Hogwarts being hurt. Surely you understand?"

I eyed him again, still keeping my lips firmly pressed together.

Abby? I know you can hear me.

I could tell that it was Dumbledore who was sending me thoughts.

I want you to work your way closer to Fawx, do you understand?

Deciding a subtle sign would seem suspicious I cleared my throat to show I had understood him.

"Please, why don't we all sit down?" said Dumbledore, pulling out his wand and summoning several chairs.

"I don't think that will be necessary Albus," Fudge replied.

"I'll sit down," I said, going over to the chair and sitting in it.

"Still, the disrespect!" said Umbridge, outraged.

"With all due respect Professor Umbridge, since I am being expelled, I don't really give a damn if you find my actions disrespectful or not. Your opinion of me is kind of a moot point from now on, isn't it?"

Umbridge took a step closer to me but Fudge stopped her. "Now now Dolores. No point in doing anything, she is going to Azkaban after all."

I felt like someone had just slammed a brick against my chest. I grabbed onto the handles of the seats so firmly I was afraid they were going to break. I couldn't tell if they could see my surprise at this information, but Dumbledore had placed a hand on my shoulder.

Professor McGonagall glared at them both. "Sending a girl to that fate when she is still learning. Absolutely absurd!"

"Yes, yes, we know your opinion Minerva. Kingsley will be along in a moment to grab her, he is just running a little late."

Abby, I know how you are feeling right now, but I don't want you to try and control it, do you understand?

I moved my shoulder up to show I understood.

Good, now I want you to concentrate very hard and very clearly on what Professor McGonagall has taught you about transforming, do you understand?

I adjusted in my seat a little.

Good. I know you have never transformed, but Fawx is going to help you. On the count of three I am going to have Fawx land on your shoulder. Once he is there completely release all of your power and transform. Fawx will be able to assist. Do you understand

I lifted my shoulder again.

One....two...three!

Fawx flew over and landed directly on my shoulder. I stood up and pushed all of the ice and power that I had from my body.

I could see Fudge and Umbridge getting ready to whip out their wands, but they were in complete awe. Professor McGonagall took a step back, and I closed my eyes, concentrating with all my might.

I could feel Fawx sending more magic through me, and with each ounce I received I felt myself getting stronger and stronger. I looked down and saw that my hand was becoming a wing, not the clear wing I had always gotten with Professor McGonagall, but a full feathered one.

"Stop her!!" yelled Fudge, trying to cover his eyes from the brightness, but he couldn't.

I was completely surrounded in flame, but it didn't burn or hurt. I was transforming...it was working.

I looked out of the flame at Dumbledore and McGonagall who were smiling.

"Thank you," I said to them with a little nod, before I felt the last bit of magic leave me.

Fawx was no longer on my shoulder but flying above me as I flapped my long, feathered wings. I turned and flew out the window, Umbridge and Fudge making a dive for me, but their hands freezing whenever they got too close.

I followed Fawx out of the window and along the side of the castle, moving farther and farther away from it until Hogwarts was just a little blurb in my background. I turned around to look at it, and felt one tear drop as I realized my feathers were a perfect color green, just like Harry's.

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Wonderstruck SS Featured Writer Ramora Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Neverland Posts: 5,480 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jeremy Bradford Fifth Year	Chapter Seventeen: Part Two "It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you are not." Thanks everyone!! We mostly just sat there for the rest of the meal, not talking too much since we were all pretty tired and sometimes the quiet is just nice. I was about to take my last swig of juice when Professor McGonagall came up to us. "Miss Carson, would you mind coming with me?" she asked. The others looked at her curiously, concerned, and I had to admit I was having a hard time reading her as well. Something was up but I couldn't get a good read on what it was. I gave them all a reassuring look before getting up and following her out of the great hall. I could hear the whispers, both mentally and out loud, of the students as we walked by. "Is everything alright Professor?" I asked as soon as the great hall doors swung shut behind us. "Not quite," Professor McGonagall said. I was practically power walking in order to keep up with her strides. She had done a good job of hiding her concern in front of the other students, but she was not doing a very good job with me. "Professor...will you please tell me what is going on?" I asked as she led us up the grand staircase. The portraits were all eyeing us curiously, whispering to one another as I passed them. I gave the old man who always nagged Hermione a stern glare as we passed him. He has been trying to whisper something to the girl in the portrait next to him but my cold stare had deterred him. Once we had reached the third floor, the one that led to Professor Dumbledore's office I knew that something must have been terribly wrong. It wasn't until we were directly outside of the statue that Professor McGonagall stopped to look at me. "Miss Carson I am going to ask you to remain calm during all of this, you understand?" "Sure, but what exactly am I remaining calm over?" Professor McGonagall motioned for the statue to open, which it did, and she led us up the staircase to the wooden door. She knocked once, before pushing it open and motioning that I should go first. I went in, not surprised to see Fudge and Umbridge standing beside Dumbledore who was trying to keep a blank expression. I could feel the victory streaming off of Umbridge's body and of course the word expelled filled my mind. Now I knew why Professor McGonagall had wanted me to remain calm. "Thank you Miss Carson for coming so calmly and without giving anyone any trouble," said Fudge as he went down the three steps in front of Dumbledore's desk to get closer to me. "I am sure Professor McGonagall has filled you in on what is happening?" I reached out to Professor McGonagall who was mentally sending me signs to say yes. "Yes, of course," I said, surprising myself at how straight I was capable of keeping my face. "Given your actions, whether they were intentional or not, although we all know they were, I believe you are far too dangerous to be practicing magic." I stared at him, not sure what kind of response he had been expecting. Fudge turned and walked towards Dumbledore's bookshelf to examine it. "I know that phoenix animagi possess skills that are rather frightening, and are more often than not hard to control, but Miss Carson given your magical abilities I believe that you have plenty of control." I continued to remain silent, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall exchanging looks with one another. "Both the headmaster and Professor McGonagall had attempted to convince us that pulling you away from magic is a bad idea, but I cannot afford the risk of any more of the lovely teachers here at Hogwarts being hurt. Surely you understand?" I eyed him again, still keeping my lips firmly pressed together. Abby? I know you can hear me. I could tell that it was Dumbledore who was sending me thoughts. I want you to work your way closer to Fawx, do you understand? Deciding a subtle sign would seem suspicious I cleared my throat to show I had understood him. "Please, why don't we all sit down?" said Dumbledore, pulling out his wand and summoning several chairs. "I don't think that will be necessary Albus," Fudge replied. "I'll sit down," I said, going over to the chair and sitting in it. "Still, the disrespect!" said Umbridge, outraged. "With all due respect Professor Umbridge, since I am being expelled, I don't really give a damn if you find my actions disrespectful or not. Your opinion of me is kind of a moot point from now on, isn't it?" Umbridge took a step closer to me but Fudge stopped her. "Now now Dolores. No point in doing anything, she is going to Azkaban after all." I felt like someone had just slammed a brick against my chest. I grabbed onto the handles of the seats so firmly I was afraid they were going to break. I couldn't tell if they could see my surprise at this information, but Dumbledore had placed a hand on my shoulder. Professor McGonagall glared at them both. "Sending a girl to that fate when she is still learning. Absolutely absurd!" "Yes, yes, we know your opinion Minerva. Kingsley will be along in a moment to grab her, he is just running a little late." Abby, I know how you are feeling right now, but I don't want you to try and control it, do you understand? I moved my shoulder up to show I understood. Good, now I want you to concentrate very hard and very clearly on what Professor McGonagall has taught you about transforming, do you understand? I adjusted in my seat a little. Good. I know you have never transformed, but Fawx is going to help you. On the count of three I am going to have Fawx land on your shoulder. Once he is there completely release all of your power and transform. Fawx will be able to assist. Do you understand I lifted my shoulder again. One....two...three! Fawx flew over and landed directly on my shoulder. I stood up and pushed all of the ice and power that I had from my body. I could see Fudge and Umbridge getting ready to whip out their wands, but they were in complete awe. Professor McGonagall took a step back, and I closed my eyes, concentrating with all my might. I could feel Fawx sending more magic through me, and with each ounce I received I felt myself getting stronger and stronger. I looked down and saw that my hand was becoming a wing, not the clear wing I had always gotten with Professor McGonagall, but a full feathered one. "Stop her!!" yelled Fudge, trying to cover his eyes from the brightness, but he couldn't. I was completely surrounded in flame, but it didn't burn or hurt. I was transforming...it was working. I looked out of the flame at Dumbledore and McGonagall who were smiling. "Thank you," I said to them with a little nod, before I felt the last bit of magic leave me. Fawx was no longer on my shoulder but flying above me as I flapped my long, feathered wings. I turned and flew out the window, Umbridge and Fudge making a dive for me, but their hands freezing whenever they got too close. I followed Fawx out of the window and along the side of the castle, moving farther and farther away from it until Hogwarts was just a little blurb in my background. I turned around to look at it, and felt one tear drop as I realized my feathers were a perfect color green, just like Harry's. __________________ 'Cause there's always time for second guesses, I don't wanna know If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go Last edited by Wonderstruck; 11-18-2010 at 09:06 PM.