Chapter 1

As shadows lengthened that hot summer evening, a teenage boy slumped against a wall near the play park. He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs, hugging himself in misery. It had been a very long couple of weeks since Harry Potter had returned to Number Four, Privet Drive from his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were being their usual nasty selves, and Dudley was bullying Harry in ever more devious ways. Harry had the regular contact with Order of the Phoenix members they'd promised, which did help him with his relatives to some extent, but he was still having trouble coping with his grief, guilt and fear. He kept these problems to himself, always insisting "I'm fine!" when anyone asked, but he was far from being fine. All he wanted was quiet time alone. He needed to come to accept both Sirius's death and the implications of the prophecy he'd heard from Dumbledore about him and Voldemort. Harry's shock and sense of denial about both things had just begun to wear off; leaving him aching, empty and scared inside, but he dared not show his feelings around his family. He'd managed to hide his grief from them until earlier that evening, after a chicken dinner, when a stray thought wandered into his head: "Buckbeak would enjoy these bones." The thought of Buckbeak brought the loss of Sirius crashing through the fragile protective barriers Harry had tried to build around his emotions, and he gulped back a sob.

"What's the matter with you?" Dudley demanded.

Harry shook his head and swallowed hard, fighting back tears, furious at himself for losing control. "Nothing."

"Mum! Dad! Look! He's CRYING!" his horrible cousin chortled with glee.

"What is wrong with you?" Aunt Petunia snapped.

"I said NOTHING! I'm FINE!" Harry shouted as he rose to leave the room.

"SIT DOWN!" roared Uncle Vernon. "What is the meaning of this? What have you done this time?"

Harry was devastated. What had he done this time? Just managed to lead the only parent-figure he had left to his death, just as he had done with Cedric. It was his fault his parents were dead. His fault, in each and every case. His fault. . . .

He lifted his head and returned his uncle's glare. He wouldn't let them get to him. Stiff upper lip and all that. "I said it's nothing. Just leave me alone. May I please be excused?"

"No, not until we get to the bottom of this," his uncle growled. "If we leave you alone in this state, there's no telling what abnormal mischief you might do!"

A deadly silence settled over the table, broken occasionally by Dudley's snorts of laughter at Harry's dilemma. Harry fought for self-control, anger taking the place of his overwhelming grief for at least a moment.

"I'm FINE. May I PLEASE be excused now?" He ground his teeth, praying he wouldn't do accidental magic in his rage.

"What's the matter, did you fail all your exams? Did your little friends dump you?" Dudley asked in a snide voice.

"No, and no."

"I don't know why anybody would be your friend anyway. You're just a creepy, useless orphan boy without two pennies to rub together! Who would choose to be around YOU?" his cousin sneered.

"I do have friends, people who care about me. . ." Harry snapped defensively.

His statement made his uncle blanches, then swallow hard, reached a trembling hand toward his son. "Dudders, leave Harry alone, there's a good boy."

"What? Why?"

"You don't want him writing to his godfather. . ." Vernon said with a nervous glance at his nephew. The sudden pallor on Harry's face made the man look at him more closely. "How is that godfather of yours, anyway? You haven't been writing to him complaining about your life here, have you?"

Harry's emotions were too near the surface and a tear escaped. "I can't. He's dead."

Aunt Petunia straightened suddenly, her eyes like daggers. "Dead? And you continued to act as if he was a danger to us?"

"Oh, so that mass murderer's dead, eh?" Uncle Vernon cried, rubbing his hands with glee. "Now what will you try to threaten us with, huh? Humph."

"Well, I say good riddance! The world's better off without that awful man," Aunt Petunia sniffed disdainfully. "If he'd ever turned up here to visit you . . . well, it's just a good thing that never happened. What would the neighbors think!"

Dudley leaned close to Harry and sneered, "Not so tough now, are you?"

Harry stormed out of the room slamming to his bedroom the door shut after him ,He sat on his on fuming from his "supposed to be his only family" thinking about how life never was fair to him first the death of his parents then Dumbeldore sending him to live with the Dersyles and finally meeting Hagrid and learning about being a wizard and going to Hogwarts finally Harry found a place were he call it home and making great friends with both Ron and Hermiony the thought of his two best friends make him smile sadly and remembered that they were the happy memory he used against the couple of dementors last summer. The thought of the dementors reminded him of Serius and made his heart ache from grief. Before he knew it he was sleeping in his tiny bed facing more nightmares about Voldemort, Cedric and Serius while always remembering the last sentence of the prophecy "either must die on the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives".

He woke up next morning to find the sun shinning brightly across the horizon "it must be after 10 O'clock, I wonder why the Dersyles left me sleeping" he mused to himself, he put on his glasses and stretched then there was a bright blast of fire and to his astonshmint he found a white phoenix hovering above his bed and looking to him intensely with his black eyes "Wow, I never knew that white phoenix exist they are usually red and gold "Harry wondered

The phoenix sang a little note then dropped a scroll in his lap Harry picked it and it was made of a strange material feels like the bardy Ron brought from Egypt while visiting Bill. He untied the scroll to find a neat handwriting in black ink saying

Dear

It came to our information that your country and especially you has a certain problem with some Dark wizard with the name of Tom Marvolo Riddel or as he call himself "Lord Voldemort" and I think that I can offer a great deal of help to you if you accept the offer the scroll is a portkey that will escort you to my resident it will activate after one week at 12:00 AM I think it is enough time for you to make a decision as u will not return until the first of September

Best regards
Pharaoh of the Nile

Note: A phoenix never serve evil

The second he finished the letter the phoenix disappeared in a burst of flames

Harry sat on his bed shocked. He knew something about pharaohs from his history of magic something about powerful members and Ramses II but he couldn't remember any details. He made up his mind firstly he will know everything he could about the so called pharaoh then he will pack his things and bye-bye to this hell house and his "beloved family" he felt a twinge of excitement in disobeying Dumbledore's orders he still felt that Dumbledore is a bit responsible in the death of his godfather, also how the headmaster could ever trust Snape was beyond his imagination the "greasy haired git" as Ron always called him he was always evil to any non-slythrien and he can't even teach potions . His thoughts wondered a bit about Snape then he went to Hedwig cage saying "up to a bit of flying girl?" she stands up and hooted as saying "when I am not?" he wrote to the book store in diagon alley asking for a some reference about the so called "Pharaoh of the Nile", he watched Hedwig flying out of the window until she disappeared in the blue sky sighting deeply he got out of his room to begin his day.