Her mother is dead. Her father is mute. She struggled with keeping unknown powers hidden from the Wizard if world. So when Fen strolls into her life, bringing with him adventure and happiness, she blooms.
She journeys through a third year at a Wizarding school she has never been to, struggles with prejudice against her kind... and tries to keep the rest of those she loves safe and sound.


1. Run

"RUN, KENDRA, RUN!" my mother bellowed, shooting pillars of flame out of her hands at the thick groups of Aurors swarming her. "MOMMA!" I shouted, but I, a mere toddler at the time, was overlooked. My mother shot a massive bolt of flames at an Auror standing behind me, obviously trying to hide behind her daughter because, surely she wouldn't kill her own daughter... Right? Flames engulfed my, but I felt no pain. The cowardly Auror, however, sobbed in pain as he was burned to death. The Minister of Magic himself stood on a rock and cast the Unforgivable Curse. The only thing that could bring down such a powerful Feonyx in her prime. "AVADA KEDAVRA!!!" shouted the Minister. "NO!" Papa roared. And I am ashamed to admit, I let control slip. For the first– and last since then– time I let a tear drop. As soon as it hit the earth, it released a stream of fire and force about the same as a small bundle of C-4.


I shouted. I held back the rest of my tears as Papa scooped me up, tears falling freely from his eyes. He wrote a report about the death of my mother, leaving out the "unforgivable curse" part. He convinced the Ministry that the explosion caused by my tear was some kind of death thing of my mother's, and that the had nothing to do with me– all in writing, of course. He hasn't uttered a single word since she died.

I often wake up like I am now– tangled in sheets, throat raw from screaming– but I have never cried again since that day.

Mother was a magnificent, rare creature: a Feonyx. Feonyxes lived in the Forest of Shadow and Flame, but they are a secretive race and came out every hundred years to mate with Muggles.

Momma didn't know Papa was a Wizard, of course, until after she had gotten pregnant. Since she assumed that a Wizard-Borne Feonyx would be uncontrollably more powerful than a Muggle-Borne Feonyx, she stayed with him to raise me, and they fell in love. Some part of him died that day, and I completely withered. I think I lost half my soul that day. I can feel it sometimes, an empty rattle where there ought to be a flame.

My tears explode because Feonyxes are creatures of flame and air, the elements that oppose earth, and when some part of our insides touches it it can cause a sort of reaction. An explosive one.

But today is the day it all changes. I have been accepted into Hogwarts, the school for Wizards, and I'm determined to become something other than a Feonyx with little to no power.

I will rise.

And I will bring about a new age.

The Feonyx shall raise up out of the ashes.

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