Rising Out of Ashes

Prologue

It was a dark and foggy morning Albus noted as he came up to a rather small and quaint house. He hadn't been to America in quite sometime, not since those incidents that seemed so far away from now... His eyes flickered over the garden nestled to side. A rather low chuckle escaping him as a niffler wandered out. It's beady eyes focused on the rather older man for a moment before scurrying off. He focused back on the house, making his way up the stairs before giving a rather hesistant knock. 

The door creaked as it swung open, and Albus's eyes brightened at the familiar sight. Newt Scamander stood before him. His once ginger locks somewhat grey at the tips, and he seemed rather tired as always. However his demeanor seemed to change at the sight of his old professor. A rather timid smile graced his face, and he dusted his clothes off. Kneazle fur drifted off Newt as he commented, "Well you got here rather fast Professor." His tone almost teasing as he allowed Albus into his home.

A laugh escaped Albus as he entered the house. He noted the Kneazle lounged on the sofa, and a second niffler scurrying around the floor. "Well this is a serious matter after all, and you did say to make haste," Albus commented. He turned back towards Newt, as the ginger haired man shut the door. "Now tell me what happened Newt."

Newt turned towards Albus. His green eyes flickered towards the ground as he let out a slight sigh. "Not even going to let me offer tea I see..." His hands ran through his tangled locks and Albus noted he suddenly seemed far more tired. Newt leaned against the entry way meeting the professor's gaze. "I can't say for certain if the Dark-lord sent someone over here. Seems quite preposterous but all I know is that they died in quite a mysterious fire. Went to check on them, and came to find the entire home in flames... Magical flames at that. We could have had an ashwinder infestation on our hands."

Albus sighed slightly at that. He pinched his nose wondering if perhaps he could have saved them. "No Everfree survived then? All three gone?" Albus had not been as close to the family as Newt had, but he knew they suffered a terrible fate. Though what was more confusing to Albus was why would they leave no Everfree... 

At those words Newt shifted. His once solemn posture shifting to a more relaxed one as he stood. "Well actually one survived... Poor thing she had managed to escape the flames somehow... She's settled in our guest room with one of the Kneazles."

Albus eyed Newt carefully. One survived? "Which Everfree survived? The mother or the daughter?" He asked hesistantly. Albus could guess which one survived, but he needed to hear it from Newt. Albus however knew what would have to be done if he was correct in his assumptions.

"The daughter. Phoenix Everfree."