"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 37: Phoenix Animagus
Wyzett whispered the incantation in his mind. At that instant, every drop of Ancient Magic power stored within The Wizard's Practical Combat Guide surged forth, pouring into the altar that summoned the thunderstorm.
The moment that torrent of ancient power touched the altar, the lightning vanished—gone as if it had never been. Even the clouds above began to brighten, glowing ever more intensely, as though something new was being born among them, a silver-blue radiance spreading through the sky…
Then, in the next heartbeat, a massive bolt of silver-blue lightning crashed down from the heavens, striking Wyzett squarely and swallowing him whole.
The electric light was utterly silent. As Wyzett was engulfed, he could hear Luna's startled cry echoing through the storm.
The silver-blue brilliance descended, and another thunderous heartbeat pulsed within him.
Thump!
It was a deep, powerful beat—like a drum intent on shattering and melting him from the inside out.
And with that beat, a burst of flame erupted.
The fire bloomed in his mind, spreading like a wildfire, threatening to consume everything it touched. It wasn't only his mind that felt alight—his body, too, seemed to ignite, radiating an astonishing heat.
The Levitation Charm he'd maintained failed, and the torrential rain came pouring down in sheets. Yet not a single drop touched him; the searing heat around him twisted the air, vaporizing the rain before it reached his feathers, shrouding him in thick, swirling mist.
The golden eagle's feathers began to melt and contract, shrinking like candle wicks. Flames licked at them, setting the wick-like feathers ablaze, transforming them into radiant feathers of fire, shimmering with golden and crimson light.
Not just the feathers—his talons and beak, once those of an eagle, were also changing, coated now in a dazzling layer of gold.
...
Hagrid's voice was thick with disbelief. "Galloping gargoyles! Can an Animagus really become a magical creature?"
"Merlin's beard! A phoenix!" burst out Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall together, their voices laced with awe and anxiety.
The phoenix that Wyzett had become spread its wings. The air itself warped with heat, rainwater hissing into steam and billowing outward in every direction.
Dumbledore raised his wand in a gentle arc, conjuring a shimmering red-tinged magical field that enveloped the three of them.
Sensing something, Luna called out urgently, "Wyzett!"
She kept calling his name as she stepped out of the protective field.
Both Professor McGonagall and Hagrid reached for her, trying to hold her back, but Dumbledore stopped them with a look.
"We must trust them…" he said, flicking his wand to create a bubble-like magical shield around Luna, keeping her safe.
"A magical creature Animagus… it's almost unimaginable!" Professor McGonagall gripped her wand tighter, worry deepening in her eyes. "There have been so many failed attempts… If Wyzett can't return to human form… if he's trapped like this forever…"
Luna heard her words, and her pace quickened, her voice growing even more resolute as she called out.
Hagrid looked lost, glancing at Dumbledore again and again. "Headmaster Dumbledore, he'll be all right, won't he? This phoenix… he's enormous, isn't he? He'll be fine… right, Headmaster?"
"Of course," Dumbledore replied, nodding with quiet certainty. "We must have faith in them."
...
The flames didn't just melt away his feathers—they seemed to be melting Wyzett's very thoughts.
Compared to the phoenix rebirth he'd witnessed in the headmaster's office, this was agony on a different scale.
Back then, he'd only borrowed the experience from Fawkes, observing the process from the sidelines. Now, he was the one burning, as if cast into a sea of fire, every breath suffocating, every sensation searing.
Instinctively, he kept moving his arms, trying desperately to push back the relentless waves of heat.
Professor McGonagall's notes had warned that such torment was common during an ordinary animal Animagus transformation.
Perhaps it was his deep understanding of Animagus magic that spared him the agony the first time around—he'd remained lucid, able to observe the entire process and gain insight into Transfiguration and the soul.
But now, with his Animagus form shifting to a phoenix, every complication described in Professor McGonagall's notes came crashing down at once.
"Wyzett!"
Just when the pain became unbearable, a voice reached him—Luna's voice, unwavering and strong.
That sound seemed to quench the inferno, dulling the agony and letting him catch a precious breath.
He fought to break free from the fire, to reclaim control over his body.
With immense effort, he opened his eyes. Through the shimmering haze of red and gold, he saw Luna striding toward him, her determination shining through the chaos.
"Wyzett!"
The moment her voice reached him, Wyzett managed to tear himself from the burning sea. The flames that had raged around him recoiled, gathering into a single, brilliant cluster.
As the fire drew back, the oppressive heat faded.
Rain began to fall again—a gentle, steady drizzle, not the wild torrent from before, though the world around them remained in turmoil.
Wyzett opened his eyes fully. Through the swirling mist, Luna stood before him, ethereal as a woodland sprite.
"It's all right now." Luna reached out, her hand passing through the bubble-like magical shield and coming to rest on the phoenix feathers at his side.
She felt the restrained warmth of his feathers. He felt the cool, delicate touch of her palm.
With a soft, soothing murmur, Luna stroked his feathers, her words barely more than a whisper: "It'll be all right."
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Wyzett's phoenix Animagus was similar in size to his golden eagle form—yet at least a full head larger than Fawkes himself.
Right now, he felt a wild urge to take to the skies. The heat within him seemed to have transformed into boundless energy, begging to be unleashed.
He sensed that he was close—very close—to returning to his human shape.
Sensing his thoughts, Luna spoke with quiet certainty. "Do you remember what you told me on the train? No matter what—if you're stuck like this forever, I'll still stay by your side…"
Of course Wyzett remembered. Just as Luna had done before, he dipped his head in a gentle nod, thinking silently, I know…
He gave his body a gentle shake, angling one wing toward Luna in a gesture of invitation.
Instead of stepping onto his wing, Luna dashed forward, leaping gracefully onto Wyzett's back.
He adjusted his balance with a soft tremor, then spread his wings wide and soared into the sky.
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Professor McGonagall let out a breath of relief. "At least he's regained his senses."
"But Professor… why hasn't he changed back?" Hagrid asked, perplexed. "I remember they fought each other for quite a while before turning back."
"Fought each other?" Professor McGonagall arched a brow, a glimmer of realization in her eyes. "Hagrid, when you say 'they'… who do you mean?"
"What are you talking about?" Hagrid's voice went stiff. "Professor… I just mean… what else does Wyzett need to do after coming to?"
Professor McGonagall didn't press him, but explained, "Wyzett still needs to release his instincts. It's a necessary stage of the process."
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