Ambrose's Arrival
Ambrose stepped into the office, his eyes instantly catching sight of the phoenix perched elegantly beside the desk. His lips curved into a faint, almost knowing smile before his gaze shifted to the man behind the desk.
So this is Albus Dumbledore. The air bends around his presence, his magic spills out like a tide. Almost as large as Amma's. Remarkable for one who bears no link to the Emrys.
"An honor to meet you, Mr. Dumbledore," Ambrose said gently, inclining his head. "Your magic is vast, untamed yet refined. And I sense no ritual magic upon your bloodline. You were born with a gift most rare." His eyes softened, drifting back to the bird. "And your phoenix… magnificent. Loyal, radiant, eternal."
Before Dumbledore could form a reply, Fawkes beat his wings and alighted gracefully on Ambrose's shoulder. The boy raised a hand without hesitation, stroking the bird as if greeting an old friend, and began to speak in a language no wizard in Britain had ever heard.
Dumbledore's eyes widened.
Fawkes… on his shoulder? No, that cannot be. In all my years with him, never once has he chosen another so freely. Who is this boy? What power draws Fawkes so close?
Then came the sound of Ambrose's tongue. Strange clicks, resonant throaty syllables, notes that rose and fell like a melody carried by wind.
Not Parseltongue. Not anything I have ever studied. And I have searched the Department of Mysteries, the oldest vaults of the Ministry, even fragments from Alexandria. What is this language? By Merlin, Fawkes listens… he responds!
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"Tell me," Ambrose asked in that secret tongue, "are you of the Anka, the Bennu, the Fenghuang, or the Phenix?"
"I descend from Bennu," Fawkes answered, his tone noble, "my flame born from his tears. Through countless rebirths I have walked beside the Dumbledore line, though their name has shifted with the ages."
"Bennu," Ambrose murmured softly. The only one to truly perish, yet still his fire lingers. Even death bows before his kind. Then he asked with quiet patience, "What happens when two phoenixes are born to the same line?"
"Then I divide my fire. It weakens me, but it must be done. Though rarely, for I choose to walk with one master at a time."
"I see. A heavy burden. It is an honor, noble blood of Bennu."
Words inconceivable continued to chirp and click until Fawks decided to end the discussion as he could feel Dumbledore getting slightly impatient
"An honor to meet you, young Emrys. Your kin have always shown us respect, for you speak with us, not at us."
With a rustle of wings, Fawkes returned to his perch.
Even he remembers our family's care. That comforts me. At least some truths have not been buried beneath lies and centuries. Still, I may have revealed too much, too quickly. Dumbledore's eyes are sharp. Patience, Ambrose, patience.
Ambrose turned back with a graceful chuckle.
"My apologies. I was caught in talk with Fawkes and nearly forgot my reason for being here."
Dumbledore leaned forward, curiosity thinly veiled behind his calm exterior.
"No apology is needed. Yet I must ask… what language was that? It was unlike anything I have ever heard. Was it… something like Parseltongue?"
Ambrose shook his head, his expression composed but kind.
"No. It is called Miriam-Shir - the Noble Language of Birds. What you know as Parseltongue is properly Apelossa, the Noble Language of Serpents. There are many such tongues, noble in origin, bound with mysteries that most of your age have forgotten."
Dumbledore's heart stirred.
Miriam-Shir… Apelossa… noble languages. Could these be the magical tongues of spoken in legend? Lost long before Hogwarts was raised? If so, this child holds knowledge even the wisest have never touched.
Aloud, he said with careful restraint,
"I have never seen record of this tongue, nor heard its name. Fascinating indeed. But let us move to the reason you came."
"Indeed," Ambrose replied. "I wish to enroll at Hogwarts. Though I suspect my family's past ties to this place may simplify matters."
"You are most welcome," Dumbledore said warmly. "Though the term nears its end. It would be best to wait until next year. Your letter will be delivered in June."
"That is acceptable. Though I am younger than the usual age, I wished to apply early."
"You are ten, then?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, though his mind sharpened. "The Ministry must approve underage admission. Even I cannot bend that law."
Ambrose tilted his head with an almost knowing smile.
"I doubt they would refuse. After all, the land beneath Hogwarts still belongs to my family. It was gifted to the Founders, not claimed by them."
The old wizard's body went rigid.
The land itself… gifted? Then the Founders were never true lords of this place. The foundation of Hogwarts is bound to his line? My word… what else has been erased from history?
"That," he managed, voice steady though his heart raced, "is quite the revelation."
Ambrose's tone softened.
"Fear not. The land is bound to a trust. So long as it serves as a school for young witches and wizards, my family has no claim upon it."
"And… your ancestors? Might I ask who they were?"
"Merlin I and Merlin II. Confused by history as one. The first, teacher to Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw - tied to Camelot and the tales of Arthur. The second, tge Slytherin champion of Muggleborn rights, founder of the Order of Merlin."
Dumbledore's mind reeled.
Two Merlins. Of course. The timelines never aligned, the accounts contradicted themselves. All this time I suspected gaps, but never imagined this truth.
Aloud he said, voice brimming with contained wonder,
"Marvelous. That explains so much. I always knew something was amiss."
Their conversation lingered until at last Dumbledore rose, extending his hand.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Ambrose Emrys. Though remember - the Ministry must be informed."
Ambrose clasped it firmly.
"Do not worry. We will inform them in our way. One more request, if I may - permission to bring two of my maids into the school, for protection and assistance."
Dumbledore hesitated.
"Maids? Against school rules, I fear. Yet… I shall see what might be done."
"Thank you, Mr. Dumbledore. Luma, Fuzzle - come."
The two elves appeared, took his hands, and with a soft pop the three were gone.
Alone again, Dumbledore sank into his chair.
So much hidden history unveiled in but a single hour. The boy treats with phoenixes as kin, speaks tongues lost to time, and has lineage tied to Merlin himself. And his elves… stronger than any house-elf I have known, their bodies different, their very essence unlike the rest.
Yet even with the weight of all these revelations, he felt a rare joy rising within him.
After so many years, after so much loss and regret, I have never been so surprised. Perhaps this, too, is a sign. The world may yet be full of wonders I had thought gone forever.
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As Ambrose and his two house-elves vanished with a soft pop from the gates of Hogwarts, the air around them shimmered briefly before settling into the quiet of the Emrys family estate. He released a slow breath, allowing himself a small, satisfied smile.
Hogwarts, he mused inwardly. So much history, so much untapped magic. Even Dumbledore… his presence alone hums with power, yet it is subtle. He is strong, yes, but contained. Interesting. He is far less practiced in lineage magic than I had expected, and yet he commands respect effortlessly. Impressive.
He walked toward the main estate hall, his boots barely making a sound on the polished floor. His curiosity… I sensed it. A mixture of awe and caution. He wonders how much I know, how much I will reveal. He fears the truth, and yet he yearns for it.
Ambrose paused before the grand windows, staring at the distant hills of the estate. The sunlight glinted off the lake and the spires of the lesser towers. Hogwarts is larger than I imagined, more alive. Just like Amma told me, I can feel the magic pulsing from the very stones, older than any history books allow, shaped by centuries of wizards and witches, bound by spells that even Dumbledore cannot undo. Yet it is not entirely his. The land answers to me too, though indirectly.
He allowed his thoughts to drift briefly to the students he had seen walking the grounds, their eyes wide as they had stared at him. So many little threads of ambition, fear, hope. All waiting to be guided. I wonder which of them would rise to see true magic, to understand history as it should be understood… and which will remain blind, content with ignorance. The future can be molded, and Hogwarts is the perfect place to begin.
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Ambrose turned toward Luma and Fuzzle, speaking in a quiet tone, almost to himself. "Send a letter to Dumbledore. Give him one of our public estates' addresses. Their owls cannot reach here, he will understand."
Ambrose then turned to the windows again, eyes narrowing slightly as he surveyed the horizon. The most intriguing part… Nicholas Flamel. I wonder what he will say when the news reaches him. The strongest families of the world, all stirred by one ten-year-old. It is… poetic, in a sense. Perhaps amusing as well.
He allowed himself a faint chuckle, the sound soft and measured. I gave Dumbledore enough to ignite curiosity, enough to draw him in
He took a slow, deep breath, letting the weight of both freedom and responsibility settle in. Yes. Dumbledore is remarkable, Hogwarts even more so, but this is my stage. My turn to teach, to guide, to awaken. The shadows of my previous life are gone. Here, now… I will shape a future worthy of the Emerys name.
With that, he turned toward the estate's grand library, the sunlight catching the molten gold in his eyes. And soon… the world will learn and improve.
Ambrose mind could imagine it, A world where magic is used to protect instead of harm, a world where no muggleborn has to hear the scorns of others he allowed himself this peace as he walked towards his family's library
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I would like to hear your thoughts of the chapters, would appreciate a review as well, also Dumbledore may be scheming but in this AU/FF, he will be kind and gentle, a grandfatherly figure instead of a manipulative one,
Also give me your thoughts about Ambrose, he is gentle but firm, he knows his family's history and weight, he is noble but kind, thats the kind of person he is, also he will not be a classic "Heroic" figure, yes he will help anyone he can, but he will not scream "justice" instead he underatand that the world is not black and white, but gray