Good day|Harry

[Phoenix Eden Goyle]

Staying up all night was the easy part. It’s continuing to stay up all day that was hard. The owner of the three broomsticks knew that he was a baker and he was asked to bake a cake for her. Getting the house elves to let him have control of the kitchen at school was hard to do, but he managed. He made a double fudge strawberry cake, which was one of his favorites to make. Phoenix’s mouth was watering as he placed the strawberries on top. He could restrain himself from eating the cake, but it was hard. His cakes were delicious, if he could say so himself.

After putting the final touches on his cake, he went over to the sink, washed his hands and cleaned his robes off with a damp napkin. The robes were getting too small on him, but his dad refused to buy him more. Of course he would, Phoenix was a slave to them. They wouldn’t buy slaves new school robes. He was surprised his parents didn’t pull him out to clean and cook for them full time. He had to stop thinking about them. There was reason to be bitter, but no reason to think about them so much that he got angry. Phoenix threw the napkin in the trashcan.

He had to deliver this cake right away. He couldn’t leave it here to be eaten. He put the cover on it and carried it carefully out of the kitchen and out of the school. The walk to Hogsmeade was uneventful, which was good. Phoenix would’ve been mad if he’d run into a Slytherin and they destroyed the cake that he had spent so much time on. Anger wasn’t something that he showed or even felt much. He didn’t really have a temper. It took a lot to get him mad and to be honest, they only thing he found that really made him mad was pureblood purity and somebody destroying one of his cakes.

The door of the three broomsticks was held open for him as he entered the shop. He thanked the wizard and went up to the counter. “Viola!” he exclaimed, grinning, pulling the cover off the cake. “Phoenix Goyle’s famous double fudge strawberry cake.” The owner took a bite and Phoenix had to laugh. She looked like she was on cloud nine. He sat down on a stool and the owner gave him a butterbeer. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said cordially, “but I don’t have any money.” According to the owner, the butterbeer was on the house. This was turning into a good day. He didn’t think anything could make this day better.

[Harry James Potter]

Harry was sitting down at one of the nearby tables when he saw a Hufflepuff walk in, he smiled as he took a seat at the bar but when he said he didn't have any money Harry felt a tug at his heart. Ever since Ron had died he had felt a bit odd when it came to those that were poor like his friend had been. He walked over and sat down nearby he decided to strike up a conversation with him. "I can tell from looking at those robes you need some new ones, how about I give the money? After all you seem like a nice young man." Harry for some reason felt a draw to him and then as an after thought he'd introduce himself.

"Oh how rude of me I'm Harry Potter, I got so use to everyone knowing who I was I didn't think that maybe you didn't know it." Harry said in a friendly tone, it was an after thought that he ordered a Butterbeer and paid for the boys should he order any more. Harry was in a very generous mood for some reason he felt that if he helped this youngster he could attone for his own sons. Well accept for James who was the son he wanted in Albus and Alex, he sighed and let that go as he was about to make an attempt to do right the wrong that he had done.

"So why do your folks ignore your school needs?" He asked trying to figure out why he looked like Ginny and the others when clearly his family could afford much better if the robes had been any indication when they were new. Harry would have gotten extermely mad if it had been his boys, but then again he was a good father unlike this boy's obviously was.

[Phoenix Eden Goyle]

Phoenix saw someone approach the bar from the corner of his eye and turned his head to see the guy more clearly. Right away, Phoenix knew who it was. It was the man that his parents had told him about since the day that he was born. He had heard nothing but bad things about Harry Potter. Well, what his parents considered bad things, but what Phoenix admired. He knew a lot about the guy’s life, most of it coming from books that he had read about him. He didn’t believe it all, though. He was shocked when he heard what he said. “You want to buy me robes? Why? You don’t even know me.”

He wanted to laugh when he said that Phoenix may not know him. Everybody knew who he was, even muggleborns knew him. “I know who you are, Mr. Potter. My parents told me a lot about you and I’ve read books about you.” He fell silent after that, knowing that he should introduce himself, but not sure if he should say his last name. After all, his parents and Harry Potter were enemies in school. “My name is Phoenix Goyle,” he said, after a long pause. Phoenix wondered how he’d react to that. Hopefully, he didn’t jump to conclusions.

“Because my parents don’t like me,” he answered calmly. “I’m in Hufflepuff. That’s an insult to them. For them, there’s nothing worse than having a kid that isn’t a Slytherin. And it gets worse. I’m the leader of the DA at Hogwarts.” Phoenix paused for a moment, knowing that he was saying all of this so Harry didn’t think that he was just like his dad. “Slaves don’t deserve new school robes. That’s what I am to them, a slave.”

[Harry James Potter]

Harry watched him and decided that it was best that he help him, his own sons had been disappointments he had to help this one for some reason. He felt compelled to help him he didn't even know him maybe it was beacause he reminded him of Sirius that had to be it. "No I don't but for some reason I feel that I should help you, also it would be a dishonor to my Godfather's memory to let someone who was against their 'pureblood' parents to suffer without clothes and new Robes." Harry was sure that could help since he was doing this to help.

"Well I can always hope that I'll be forgotten, cause really between my true doings and the lies that the Daily Prophet spreads well its kind of hard to keep doing what I do." Harry listened to him as he said his name, he simply watched if this kid was anything like his own children then he was against his parents. "I don't care who you are, you could be a Malfoy and if you were against your parents I'd help without a second thought." He told the boy and listened again this time he was trying to learn as much as he could about Phoenix he seemed like a truly interesting child.

"They don't like you and they still ignore your needs? My own sons Albus and Alex I don't like but I still make sure that their needs are met. Albus is a Slytherin and Alex is so much like his brother that I need to try and make sure that he doesn't follow his twin." Harry told him as he heard that he led the DA. "Well done I'm glad someone with the right thoughts and stuff is leading the DA I thought that when I left school the DA would die with it." He told him honestly. "Well if they don't want you why don't you come stay at my house, two of my children refuse to come home so I have the room for you." He wanted others to live there other than James and Lily.

[Phoenix Eden Goyle]

Since he felt like he should help him, then Phoenix would let him. It could be viewed as charity and he didn’t like to be thought of as a charity case, but Harry Potter happened to be the father of his best friend. He would accept the charity that he wanted to give. And he could also repay him. He’d be able to cook the man anything he wanted. “Sure, but you’d have to let me repay you. I’ll cook for you, anything you want.”

“Comes with being famous, I suppose,” he said. “You won’t be forgotten because the enemies you made won’t forget you and they’ll keep saying awful things about you. All you can do is try to stay out of the public eye as much as possible.” Phoenix always knew what was said about Harry Potter wasn’t really true and that was even before he knew the Potters. At this moment, he couldn’t understand why so many people would say such awful things about him. He really seems like a great guy.

“But that’s the difference between the two of you. It’s how a person was raised. My parents are purebloods from a long line of Slytherins. If you aren’t a Slytherin, they hate you and if you resent what they believe, they disown you.” Phoenix should’ve run off awhile ago, but he remained because of Ayden. He knew his parents wouldn’t hurt her. She is a Slytherin after all, but he wanted to stop her from joining the wrong side and his parents wanted her in the gang, they wanted all their kids in the gang. “Even if I hadn’t taken it over, James would have. The DA would never have died out. There are too many people that would work to keep it up.”

Phoenix was surprised when he offered him a place to stay. He did want to get away from his parents, but he didn’t want to leave his sister. That didn’t really still stand though. Ayden was seventeen, her last year at Hogwarts. She’ll probably be leaving home soon too. Plus she could stand up for herself. Phoenix knew how strong she was and she’ll probably tell their parents the same thing that she told him about sides. Somehow, he couldn’t see his sister getting mixed up with the gang unless she wanted to. She’d be fine and he’d be able to write to her a lot, too. “A room in an actual house. I’ve been sleeping on a cot in a small shack since the end of my first year. I’ll take you up on the offer.”

[Harry James Potter]

"If you can do better than a house elf I don' t know what to say other than I do need some one willing to pick up the house because I'm now a bachelor again after my wife's death." He told him in an honest tone and he knew that this was going a bit far but that was ok. He could tell his daughter and son what he did later, but he wasn't sure if Albus and Alex were still his children by them he didn't much care either way.

"It does I guess but I don't like it never have." Harry told the boy as he looked at him he knew that he didn't like being famous it made him feel as though he could do nothing but be the boy who lived. "Though you are right about staying out of public eye but its harder than it sounds when your the Head of the Aurors." Harry was being honest about how he felt.

"You are right I could have been the stuck up prick and totally done everything in my power to get my sons to follow my path but I didn't, so it didn't matter. But I guess that it wasn't really your fault you ended up in Hufflepuff, did you know you could tell the hat what you wanted and it takes the choice into consideration?" Harry asked as he looked at him he listened and learned about this Goyle boy. "That is true James could have done that and I'd be proud of it." He was being honest.

"Yes a room in an actual house, I promise that you can return over the summers and any other holiday that you want to come to the house." Harry smiled sure he was taking in seeming orphans, he had Kyoshiro who was always welcome and now Phoenix Goyle. He smiled a bit and waited for what was going to happen when those two met, he didn't mind it.

[Phoenix Eden Goyle]

Phoenix nodded. He was glad that Harry was allowing him to work to stay there. It just wouldn’t be right to stay there without working for that room. No matter who offered it, he would’ve wanted to work for it. “I’ll do that. I think I am just as good as a house elf.” And best of all, he’d be able to take a break every once in awhile instead of working all day, every day. His only break at his parents’ house had been at night, but he was only allowed about five hours before he had to get up and clean again.

He knew that that was true. His job meant that he had to spend just as much time in the public eye and it didn’t help when he had two kids that were against him. He figured that that would be front page news. Nobody would ever think that a Potter could be bad. “And I suppose the twins don’t help to keep you out. I would think that the papers would always talk about how they are against you.”

It was the personality that he was born with. Even when he was younger and he was trying to act like the kid that his parents wanted him to be, he didn’t like it. Being mean wasn’t his style. Phoenix found Muggles and Muggleborns easier to get along with than wizards most of the time. “I didn’t have time. The hat had barely touched my head when it yelled Hufflepuff, but I like the house. It’s better than Slytherin.”

He liked the sound of that. “Thank you, Mr. Potter,” he said. He was sure that his life would look up now. He wouldn’t have to deal with his parents or having to wake up in the middle of the night just to clean. Phoenix just hoped that his parents didn’t find out and give Potter hell for it. He knew that his parents would hate him living with him. It would just be another disappointment to them. They should be used to it by now. “I appreciate it.”