Dyslexia: I have it, it is a language disability, get over it, or read something published.

Disclaimer: JKR has all her rights. Also first section direct quote from Order of the Phoenix, only direct long passage, promise.

Summary: What if Sirius survives with one well placed disarming charm? It worked against the Dark Lord, didn't it? What if Harry's luck and timing worked in his favor? What does it mean for a phoenix to die? What happens if all the Horcruxes are killed before sixth year? What if Harry saw Luna for who she was? The Love of his Life.

AN: No time travel this time, just a sixth year story that doesn't make me want to stab things. Hoping to make this cheerier than my other fics. I missed Luna. #MissingLunaLovegood

"Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?"

"...I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning." -Luna Lovegood

Chapter 1 - The Death of a Phoenix

"Harry turned to look where Neville was staring. Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body–they were saved.

Dumbledore sped down the steps past Neville and Harry, who had no more thoughts of leaving. Dumbledore was already at the foot of the steps when the Death Eaters nearest realized he was there and yelled to the others. One of the Death Eaters ran for it, scrabbling like a monkey up the stone steps opposite. Dumbledore's spell pulled him back as easily and effortlessly as though he had hooked him with an invisible line–

Only one pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: he was laughing at her.

'Come on, you can do better than that!' he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room."

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted from across the room.

Bellatrix turned to him, eyes wide, genuine surprise crossed her face. And then she smiled wickedly, when her wand touched his hand her lips moved.

Harry couldn't hear the words but he was suddenly dragged from the Hallway of Mysteries, the world whipped around him in a dizzying blur. He crashed into the side of the fountain in the front of the ministry. Harry snapped her wand before he could so much as sit up.

"Harry Potter."

Harry looked behind him at Voldemort smiling down at him.

"Avada Kedavra," he purred at the same moment fire burned around Harry, fire that was warm but did not burn him.

Orange, white, green; the flame was green.

They became flame, and then they were black smoke, in a snake, in a locket, in a crown, in a cup, in a stone, and the black smoke screamed and was cast into flame.

Fawkes and Harry died together.

The world went dark as if someone had blown out a candle.

Harry came to himself in a fog of white mist, in his hands he held an egg smaller than a chicken's and more slender. It was whiter than the mist around him and seemed to give off its own light. Slowly the platform of the Hogwarts formed from the mist.

"Harry," a gentle voice called.

He knew that voice, he turned in his thoughts stopped, "Mum?"

Lily Potter held out her arms to her son, her flaming hair contrasting with the emeralds green of her eyes.

He ran to her, wrapping his arms around her and never wanted to let her go.

She hugged him tightly, and a second pair of arms wrapped around them both. Harry looked up and saw his father smiling down at him

And they were kidding when they said they looked alike, though Harry did have his mother's eyes and his hair was a few shades darker his.

"We love you, Harry, so very, very much," his mum said.

He hugged her tighter, though careful not to harm the egg in his hand, "I love you, too."

"I couldn't be prouder of the man you've become. You're a better man than I," his dad said, resting a hand on Harry's head.

"I've missed you both," he said even if it sounded silly, it wasn't as if he had really gotten to know them as people.

"And we will always be waiting for you," his Mum said, kissing his temple.

Harry pulled back a bit, "What do you mean?"

"You have a life to live, my son," his Dad said. "We aren't the only ones who love you. Tell Sirius there is no use living in the past now that he has you back."

"But I died," Harry said confused. "I can't go back, can I?"

They both pulled back from him, his father taking his left hand, his mother his right. "Harry," Mum began, turning up his hand, he uncurled his fingers around the glowing egg.

"I gave my life to a ritual that would protect you, and Voldemort attempted to use your death to make a Horcrux."

"A Horcrux?"

"You killed one your second year," his father supplied, "They're all gone now." He touched Harry's scar with his free hand. "Including the one that kept your mind connected to his."

His mother folded his fingers back around the egg, "Today a phoenix gave his life to you. You've both died, but you are not dead."

"What?" he asked. He was starting to panic as the white mist of King Cross began to recede.

"We love you," they said. His mother kissed his cheek, and his father kissed the top of his head.

"Please," Harry said as the images began to fade, "please, I don't want to go."

"Live," his father told him, "All pain is temporary, all life is temporary-"

"But love is eternal," his Mum finished.

"I love you," Harry said, their hands let go of his, and he was plunged back into darkness.

Dying didn't hurt, not a bit, at least not with Phoenix flame and the Killing Curse, but coming back to life?

That hurt like being hit by a freight train. Harry came to gasping for air.

Sirius was holding him, his face wet with tears. Dumbledore was kneeling beside him too, his cheeks were also slick with tears.

"Harry!" they exclaimed in unison when they realized his eyes were open.

"I saw them," he croaked.

"Saw who?" Sirius asked.

"My parents," Harry said hoarsely, it felt as if he had swallowed ash, "Dad said to tell you that it was no use living in the past now that you have me back."

Sirius laughed, though it wasn't his normal jovial bark. He hugged Harry tight, "That's right kid, we're in it together now."

Harry relaxed in his godfather's grip, sleeping felt like the right thing to do just then. He heard people shouting and camera flashes, but he felt safe. Nobody was getting past his godfather and Dumbledore.

"Fawkes," Harry said, trying to sit up.

Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder, "He's passed on, Harry. It was his time."

Harry held out his right hand to Dumbledore, which the old wizard took in both his weathered hands. When Harry opened his fingers, the gleaming egg was a warm pulse in his hand.

Dumbledore smiled at him, his eyes twinkling an effect made more noticeable with the tears pooling there. Just like his mother had done, Dumbledore folded his fingers back around the egg. "Fawkes left this little one behind for you, I think."

Harry held the egg to his chest and sank back against Sirius. He stopped fighting to stay awake. Sirius was safe. They were both safe.

They were alive.

AN: Voldemort is alive with a body without any Horcruxes. Review if you want more. Please?