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When I go down to the local watering hole also known as a pleasant little stream that runs through the middle of the Forbidden forest, I'm often asked by other creatures how I came to be.

In fact, just the other day, I met a centaur named Bone (you may have heard of his twin brother, Bane) as I was lapping from the stream.

"What exactly are you supposed to be?" he asked, curiously. One often comes across strange breeds in the forest, but never one as strange as myself.

"I, good centaur, am a linixicorn, a hybrid breed between a lion, a phoenix, and a unicorn."

"I'm assuming that didn't happen naturally." He eyed me with curiosity, as though attempting to wrap his mind around a breed as curious as my own, and the sorts of "natural" activities that might have to go on to create something like myself.

"No, the linixicorns were created many, many, many moons ago. Alas, I am the only one in the forest. Hagrid acquired me quite illegally back in his school days, and brought me to live here when I got too large to remain hidden in the castle."

"He has a bad tendency to do such things," Bone said, looking slightly off-put. I couldn't blame him. Hagrid had thrown quite a few things into the forest that didn't belong there, several of which were more dangerous than I could ever hope to be.

"I can't argue with that," I replied.

"How did your forefathers come to be?" he asked, before bending down to gather water from the stream in a hollowed out gourd.

"Ah. Many years ago, before witches and wizards broke apart from the Muggle world, when the Ministry of Magic was merely a small council of delegates from throughout the country, there lived a man known by the name of James Peverell. James was a famous wizard naturalist in his day and very well-known for his discovery of hypogriff, and the invention of the long-forgotten genus crux spell," I began, as Bone settled into a comfortable stare to listen.

"If it's forgotten, how do you know about it?" His tone wasn't rude, but merely curious.

"Hagrid researched my kind and relayed the information to me. The spell has been forgotten by most. It's well-known that one of the first acts of the new ministry was to put a stop to experimental breeding. Of course, you can't really blame them after Lord Fornier's army of dragentors. The world hardly needs fire-breathing soul-suckers, but I digress.

"James Peverell was absolutely fascinated by lions, phoenixes, and unicorns. He was a Gryffindor himself, so the lion fascination was only natural, and he valued phoenixes and unicorns for their magical properties as a proper naturalist would. Having just perfected his genus crux spell, he hatched a plan for a little experiment.

"All he had to do place his favorite lion, Godric, his phoenix, Cendio, and his unicorn, Shadow in the same paddock together. He aimed his wand at the three, and simply said the magic word, as it were. It's said that a soft purple light enveloped the three creatures, and swirled around them as James watched excitedly from a short distance.

"When it was all over, a tiny egg sat on the ground. James took care of the egg for weeks, keeping it warm. He was sitting down to eat a Christmas Eve dinner with Nicholas Flamel when he heard a dull cracking noise coming from the blanket-stuff cauldron he kept the egg in near the fire.

"When it hatched, he and Nicholas marveled at the creature. It had the beautiful plumage of a phoenix in wings that were nestled un-spread at its side, the soft snowy, slightly iridescent fur of a unicorn, a beautiful fuzzy lion's mane, and a shiny mother-of-pearl horn protruding from its horse-like hair. And it made a tiny skrawk-like neighish roar as it stared up at James from the cracked eggshell. James named her Agnes.

"As Agnes grew, James learned a lot about the linixicorn. It burst into flame once every 3 years, and was reborn from the ashes, just like a phoenix, and its tears healed as well. The feathers and the tail could both be used for excellent wand cores, and the hair was incredibly strong. He'd made a creature with all of his favorite magical properties, and so he did the only thing that made sense...he made more.

"He made Duncan, and Agnes took to the only male of her kind, and they began to do their own breeding without James's help, creating tiny adorable baby linixicorns.

"When people caught on, the linixicorns were nearly hunted out of existence. You see, unlike unicorns, it doesn't curse you to harm a linixicorn, but the blood is just as powerful. People greedily killed them and drank from their lifeless bodies to sustain their own lives.

"The linixicorns that remained had to spend their days in hiding, hence why I've never left this forest to try and find my own kind." I stared at the leaf-strewn ground as the realization hit me that I'd be alone in this forest for the rest of my days unless I encountered another one of my kind by some miracle...or would I?

"That's unfortunate," he said sincerely, and then he thanked me for the tale and galloped off to rejoin his herd. I lapped at the stream for a little bit longer, trying to ignore the lonely feeling. Little did I know that someone was about to come into my life who would change it forever.

Hello, Gryffinroars!

This is the first post of my blawg. I think it's customary in a first post to mention the obvious like that.

I think it's also customary for the author to tell you a little bit about themselves. Well, I was born in 1999. In Linixicorn years, that makes me about 85 years old. In other words, I'm older and wiser than you, and if you don't like that, you can go remort yourself in a closet somewhere. I don't give a remort.

I was raised by Rubeus Hagrid in the room of requirement. He was the only father I ever knew, since I went to him as a young foal-cub-chick right after my birth and subsequent hatching. (Our reproduction process is rather complicated.)

When I was old enough, Hagrid snuck me out to the Forbidden Forest. I lived there for the rest of my life, until recently, when I was recruited to live in a rather roomy cupboard in the Gryffindor tower to serve as a mascot, and more importantly, an inspiration.

Currently, I spend all of my time at the top right of your computer screen or with the linarwhal, who is not only my girlfriend, but an extreme kink. She makes me  SKWARKRAWRNEIGH, if ya' know what I'm sayin.'

That concludes my rather cliche first post, so I will say good-bye until next time, when I explain the origins of the race of the linixicorns.

Sincerely,
Billy Alan Lenny Duncan Angus GooGoo, III