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           "Yourbird-Icouldn’tdoanything-hejustcaughtfire—" 

           ToHarry’sastonishment,Dumbledoresmiled. 

           "Abouttime,too,"hesaid."He’sbeenlookingdreadfulfordays;I’vebeentellinghimtogetamoveon." 

           HechuckledatthestunnedlookonHarry’sface. 

           "Fawkesisaphoenix,Harry. Phoenixesburstintoflamewhenitistimeforthemtodieandarerebornfromtheashes. Watchhim..." 

           Harrylookeddownintimetoseeatiny,wrinkled,newbornbirdpokeitsheadoutoftheashes. Itwasquiteasuglyastheoldone. 

           "It’sashameyouhadtoseehimonaBurningDay,"saidDumbledore,seatinghimselfbehindhisdesk. "He’sreallyveryhandsomemostofthetime,wonderfulredandgoldplumage. Fascinatingcreatures,phoenixes. Theycancarryimmenselyheavyloads,theirtearshavehealingpowers,andtheymakehighlyfaithfulpets." 

           IntheshockofFawkescatchingfire,Harryhadforgottenwhathewastherefor, butitallcamebacktohimasDumbledoresettledhimselfinthehighchairbehindthedeskandfixedHarrywithhispenetrating,light-bluestare. 

           BeforeDumbledorecouldspeakanotherword,however,thedooroftheofficeflewopenwithanalmightybangandHagridburstin, awildlookinhiseyes,hisbalaclavaperchedontopofhisshaggyblackheadandthedeadroosterstillswingingfromhishand. 

           "Itwasn’Harry,ProfessorDumbledore!"saidHagridurgently.