Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 56| Untold Knowledge

Quick warning!! More Google Translated words! Hope you still enjoy!

~SR

"What are we all doing here?" McGonagall looked around at the other faces and home.

She was in the Black's muggle home; Grimmauld Place 12. It was clean and brighter than she remembered it ever has been. Then again, it had been a good number of years since she had been there. Her last visit was when she needed to discuss some tutoring possibilities with Sirius's mother.

Quickly moving from the brighter room, she looked to the faces around her. Many of these faces she knew very closely as either she worked with them or they were once part of the order. For example: Alastor Moody, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Arthur Weasley, Hagrid, and Madame Pomfrey. Some faces from her teaching; Cedric Diggory, Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Charlie and Bill Weasley. Then there were faces she knew mostly out of courtesy; Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Dowager Longbottom, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Amelia Bones, and Marvolo Slytherin. Then there were faces she didn't know, but had heard of; Nymphadora Tonks, Arabella Figg, Petunia Evans, and Dudley Evans. Then one mysterious face, standing behind the Slytherin Lord, keeping their hood in place.

The Vice Headmistress frowned as she noted the grim looks upon the Lords' faces. It seemed they knew what this strange meeting was about. All she was given, was a letter by a snow white owl that wasn't necessarily Harry's, stating that this was of the utmost importance she was there and under no circumstances to tell Dumbledore. At least she assumed it was talking about Dumbledore, it specifically said to not tell "Lemon-Drop". She only knew the Headmaster that loved those things like a twisted vice.

Sirius cleared his throat, giving his old teacher a smile she had come to associate with trouble.

"Me and Moony... Uh, we told Phoenix something..." His dark eyes shifted to the ground, his smile becoming more strained.

Many of the people in the room frowned, annoyance growing in their guts. Phoenix. Their letters have all been signed by that name. If not for the seal of Peverell none of the others would've shown. Yet, curiosity also burned under their skin, curious on this Phoenix name tied to such a powerful House.

"I'm glad that you did. I would've been even angrier if you tried to hide this." Came a smooth voice.

Looking to it, they all had to do a double take of a handsome, dark haired man with bright Killing Curse green eyes. His youthful face was broken by a  grandfatherly smile and a benevolent twinkle in those glowing eyes.

"Harry Potter?" McGonagall whispered the name, it seemingly echoing in the stilled lounge.

The man laughed merrily, nodding his head.

"Yes, but while here please refer to me as Phoenix. We have much to discuss."

Petunia stood up, walking to the person who should still only be just shy of sixteen. Yes, she remembers that he technically is over a hundred years old, but he was just a boy a few hours ago!

"H-How?" She whispered, gently grasping his arms. They felt firm in her hold, reassuring her that this was real.

Harry - Phoenix's smile softened more as a look of understanding showed on his face.

"Tía Flor, todo estará bien. I am still me." He ran a hand through her hair, cupping her face with that grandfatherly love. (Spanish- Auntie Flower, it will be alright.)

She slowly nodded, moving back to her seat. Dudley instantly grabbed his mother's hand, rubbing circles into it with his thumb. He knew this was a lot for her. It was a lot for himself as well.