There was a soft rush of wings. Fawkes the phoenix had left his perch, flown across the office, and landed on Harry’s knee. “‘Lo, Fawkes,” said Harry quietly. He stroked the phoenix’s beautiful scarlet and gold plumage. Fawkes blinked peacefully up at him. There was something comforting about his warm weight.
– Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Get your own personal phoenix for all your feisty magical bird needs. This Fawkes plush stands over a foot tall and would probably attack a basilisk for you if you asked with real loyalty. At least, a plush basilisk.