She was thought to be dead by her father and the whole world. They were all wrong. She wakes up from her slumber of fifty years and finds that everything has changed. She's the only one who hasn't. Deanna Dumbledore is back for a new journey with ne...
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"Deanna, love," said a soft voice. "Wake up." Deanna groaned and buried her face into her pillow.
"It's too early, Pops," she mumbled. "I want to sleep."
"Happy birthday, little phoenix," said Dumbledore, smiling amusedly, when Deanna sat up straight and smiled widely.
"Is it my birthday today?"
"Yes, love," chuckled Dumbledore. "You are now fifteen years old."
Deanna grinned and hugged him tight. "Thanks, Pops." She turned around just in time to see Fawkes spread his wings and burst into flames. She smiled softly and caught the infant phoenix, who jumped to her. "Thank you, Fawkes." After washing up, Deanna and Dumbledore went down to her office and she smiled widely when she saw all the ghosts there.
"Happy birthday, Daredevil!" said Peeves, sitting on her head.
"'Pee Birthday," grumbled the Bloody Baron, which made Deanna roll her eyes. Alexander may have been gruff and rough around the edges, but he was a softie underneath all those bloody robes.
"You're fifteen, Dee!" said Myrtle in a tone that was cheerful for Myrtle.
"Thank you," giggled Deanna. "I'm just glad you are all here with me."
"Ah, indeed, little badger," said Helena softly. "We're all happy you're here with us."
"And so, we prepared something for you," said the Fat Friar.
"What is it, dear Friar?" said Deanna, her blue eyes, twinkling.
Sir Nicholas cleared his throat. "One, two... one, two, three go..."
