Harry Potter – The Phoenix Warrior

By Shran

The front door to the Three Broomsticks swung abruptly open with a deafening bang, causing the patrons within to jump, nerves were fragile in these times. Standing in the doorway was a mysterious silhouette, his cloak whipping in the chill autumn wind, face shaded by his hood. Nervous mutters could be heard as people fingered emergency pot keys, or judged the distance to the Floo pot by the fireplace. The stranger stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and began to make his way towards the bar. Audible sighs of relief were heard as the customers saw that the stranger's cloak was dark green, not black, and that he wore no mask across his face. Whoever he was, he wasn't a Death Eater and that's all that mattered.

Madam Rosmerta stepped forward and greeted her customer, "Welcome to the Three Broomsticks, I'm Rosmerta owner of the inn, what can I get you?"

"A warm drink, meal, and room for a week or so, thank you" said the young man, pushing back his hood to reveal the intense green eyes of a predator, out of place on a face that looked not much older than seventeen, and a strange lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

"Certainly, would you like a Butterbeer or a hot chocolate, Mr..."

"Darkmayne, Revan Darkmayne, and I think I'll go for the hot chocolate thanks"

Rosmerta nodded and moved off to get Revan some food and drink as Revan strolled over to an empty table near the fire. Removing his hooded coat he sat down with a sigh of pleasure and stretched his hands and feet to the flames.

Curious eyes watched him from nearby tables, staring at the strange tattoos on his arms, visible because of the sleeveless dragon skin tunic her was wearing. His right arm was completely covered in an incredibly detailed tattoo of a snake starting at his wrist and looping round till the tail disappeared under the tunic (the more knowledgeable might have recognised it as a female Basilisk, supreme ruler of all snakes). On his left arm and part of his neck could be seen the outline of parts of a phoenix, its head resting on his forearm, the remainder of the tattoo obviously on his back. Two very powerful magical creatures, one the undisputed paragon of the light, the bird of hope itself, the other the dark master of the serpent world, ever the realm of Dark wizards. Whoever Mr Darkmayne was he was not your run of the mill visitor, and in this time of Voldemort's forces rampaging across Britain and Europe, different meant dangerous.

Revan stretched back in the chair revealing in his returning warmth, it had been cold outside and travelling between realities sapped him of much of his strength. This was to be his twelfth world, the twelfth time he would confront Voldemort in battle, the twelfth Voldemort to kill. A predatory smirk appeared on his face his eyes gleaming in anticipation, killing Voldemort was all that got him up in the morning, it was what he lived and breathed for, and something he was becoming very good at.

Rosmerta was halfway back to the table when she saw the look on Revans face, pausing she shivered, no seventeen year old should look like that she thought, that cold and that hungry for violence. It was the face of a veteran, someone who had stared down his own mortality and had not blinked, she had seen many faces like this one these past few years, Auror's, Death Eaters, members of the Order of the Phoenix, but never had seen anyone who looked so young, with a face so hard. Revan worried her.

"Here's your drink, and a bowl of stew with some fresh bread, sorry about the simplicity of the fare but its all we have at this late hour" said Rosmerta as put down the tray of food.

"Thank you, that will be more than adequate for my needs, how much do I owe you?"

"Well it'll be a half silver for the meal, and two galleons for the room for a week, three if you want all meals included"

Revan nodded, dug into his belt pouch and extracted three golden coins and a silver and handed them to Rosmerta.

"Keep the change"

"Thanks!" Rosmerta was surprised, "enjoy your meal, and when your done your room will be the number 4 on the second floor, I'll prepare the bath for you so it'll be ready when you've finished eating."

"Thank you" Revan nodded, and began to eat.