pretty girl diggory- R.Weasley

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   Suddenly the bird burst into flames.

   "Celeste! What happened to his bird?" Harry asked, looking from Celeste to the bird.

   "I don't know!" 

     "Can't you do wandless magic or something?"

   "I can't make birds catch fire! Nor conjure up water and revive it!" The bird was nothing but ashes now.

   The office door opened. Dumbledore came in, looking very sombre.

    "Professor," Celeste gaped. "Your bird - I couldn't do anything - he just caught on fire -"

   To both of the children's astonishment, Dumbledore smiled.

   "About time, too," he said. "He's been looking dreadful for days; I've been telling him to get a move on."

    He chuckled at the sight of their shocked faces. 

   "Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry, and Celeste. Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes. Watch him..."  

   Harry and Celeste looked down in time to see a tiny, wrinkled, newborn, bird poke its head out of the ashes.

   "It's a shame you had to see him on a Burning Day," said Dumbledore, seating himself behind his desk. "He's really very handsome most of the time, wonderful red and gold plumage. Fascinating creatures, phoenixes. They can carry immensely heavy loads, their tears have healing powers, and they make highly faithful pets." 

    Dumbledore was now staring at Celeste and Harry with his penetrating, light-blue stare.

    Before Dumbledore could speak another word, the door of the office flew open with an almighty bang, and Hagrid burst in, a wild look in his eyes, his balaclava perched on top of his shaggy black head and the dead rooster still swinging from his head.

   "It wasn't them, Professor Dumbledore!" Hagrid said urgently. "I was talking with Harry seconds before that kid was found, and I could see Celeste talking with her brother. They never had time, sir -"

    Dumbledore tried to say something, but Hagrid went ranting on, waving the rooster around in his agitation, sending feathers everywhere.

   " - It can't have bin him, I'll swear it in front o' the Ministry o' Magic if I have to -"

    "Hagrid, I -" 

   "Yeh've got the wrong kids, sir, I know Harry and Celeste never -"

       "Hagrid!" Dumbledore said loudly. "I do not think that they attacked those people."

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

    And he stomped out looking embarrassed.

    "You don't think it was us, Professor?" Harry repeated hopefully as Dumbledore brushed rooster feathers off his desk. 

   "No, I don't," Dumbledore said, though his face was somber again. "But I still want to talk to you both."

   Harry and Celeste waited nervously while Dumbledore considered him, the tips of his long fingers together.

   "I must ask you, Harry and Celeste, whether there is anything you'd like to tell me," he said gently."Anything at all?"

    "Aren't you a legillimen? Can't you just see anything you want to know?" Celeste asked.

   "I do not wish to use it on students unless it's necessary.