The phoenix emerged in a gout of flame, which ignited a fire pit sunk into the heart of the room. Harry closed his eye as the heat washed over his flesh like a renewing tide. Lily fluttered to a golden perch near Harry, and trilled in contentment as he scratched her head. Harry completely disrobed and moved to the firepit, where he began drawing hot water into the deep bathtub that arched over it.