RISING IN FIRE.
PHOENIX FURY.
DISCLAIMER: I SAY THIS ONLY ONCE SO LISTEN UP! I do not own any of the characters, they belong TPTB. I'm merely borrowing them.
SUMMARY: Harry Potter has had enough of the secrets, lies and betrayals. Rising in fire Harry Potter is reborn. No longer the Boy Who Lived. Harry walks alone.
PROLOGUE: GOODBYE...
A boy opened his eyes in the darkness and with a few waves of his wand. And detection spells, listening spells and such were frozen. He took off the tracking charms that had been put on him and put them on his red haired friend in the next bed. Weaving a few spells, collecting and shrinking his things and packing them into a trunk that he also shrunk, he pulled on his cloak and disappeared from sight.
As he walked on the snow his steps were erased from behind him. He passed the hut that belonged to Hagrid and paused on the edge of the forbidden forest.
He took one last glance at the castle that he had called home. The people he had thought of as friends, family. In soundless blink of an eye he was gone.
He arrived on the land of the Burrow and could see the house in the distance but didn't dare to go closer. He did not want to be found. An owl landed on his shoulder. "Hello girl. Can you deliver this the day after the full moon? Do you understand?" He held out a brown-papered package. There was a spell on her and the package just in case.
The owl hooted softly to him and nipped his ear. "Good hide out till then. The attic in Grimmuald Place is warm and no one goes up there since Kreacher died. After the package is delivered stay with Hermione, but don't come find me. Now don't worry, I'll be fine. Off you go." The owl nodded and took the package and flew into the night.
"Goodbye girl." The boy sighed and pulled out a necklace and fiddled with it, his clothes changed as did his appearance before disappearing as the dawn rose.
He opened the door and looked around. (This will do.) He had dark brown eyes, short spiky light brown hair. He wore black jeans with a thick fleece hoddie and trainers.
He pulled out a pendant and turned a dial round making his form shimmer. He now had bright emerald eyes, messy dark hair that hid a lightening bolt scar.
It was an apartment over a shop he also had access to a small room in the loft. He took out a few small things from his pocket and with a wave of his hand enlarged his belongings.
He spent the rest of the evening and next day painting. The loft above was done first; he painted each wall a different colour, white, red, blue, green and yellow. The ceiling was painted to look like a sunset sky a mix of gold, orange, red, purple and blue. While that dried and aired out he carried on painting. The lounge was now different shades of cream, the bathroom blue and purple, the kitchen area was yellow with bright red cupboards and shelves. He managed to magically create secret passageways and storage places. Magical books were on one side of bookcases and on the other were muggle books and other muggle things.
On the night of the full moon two days after arriving the loft windows let in a gentle breeze. He drew a circle around himself in the centre of the room with white ribbon and chalk. A candle along with an element at each of the compass points.
At north earth, represented by green bowl with a dark line around the rim full of sand. To the east was simply a yellow cross on the floor repersenting air. To the south was fire, a candle in a red goblet-like candlestick with red square jewels on it. At west, a blue wavy lined bowl of water. A star pendent to represent the fifth element of the spirit was around his neck along with a pearls and moonstones on a leather string around each ankle and hand.
A few important personal things lay around the outside. A broomstick laid unmoving, lily petals, a photo album opened to the first page where moving parents played with their baby. A picture of him with his astrological sign cancer and the symbol of moon (because moon rules Cancer) drawn over the top. Different oils burned in dozens of oil burners around the room. Each scent meant something, like Rose meant love and healing, Sage meant wisdom, purification and clarity and Anise meant peaceful sleep and youthfulness.
Then he started undoing the charm that had been on him since the night he was born. Kneeled on the floor, eyes closed he chanted.
"I call upon the element of the north, the power of earth.
Break the shield that was created and heal within.
I call upon the element of the east, the power of Air
Call forth my true form
I call upon the element of the south, the power of fire
Protect me from evil and cleanse my soul
I call upon the element of the west, the power of water.
River and sea wash remove the change and cleanse and revitalise me.
I ask of thee return me."
Then he switched to Latin and ancient Celtic.
The candles flames grew till they were a foot high. The circle glowed and a tornado of flames leaped up to wrap and surround his body unnoticed.
In the burning flames a glowing ball of white light unfolds and takes shape. The shape of body is formed in the burning flames.
A body changed from Masculine to Feminine.
Emerald green eyes changed to Sapphire blue eyes.
Messy wavy strands of black hair with red shine fall to the chin.
Rising from the fire, reborn from the shadows, she got to her feet.
She picked up a picture and set it over the dying flames. As the photo catches alight she smiles. "Goodbye The Boy Who Lived."
"Any news on Potter?" Snape asked as he came in black robes floating.
"No."
"He's been missing for four days now." Remus growled pacing.
"Remus calm down we'll find him." Albus said at the head of the table at the Order of Phoenix's headquarters.
"Well the Dark Lord is so far unaware about the disappearance. But he barley senses and can't enter the brat's-" A growl and a stern look from the headmaster. "Potter's head. He thinks something's going on and asked me to look into it."
"The ministry can't track him either, he's not using his wand," Tonks said softly.
"Potter is famous he should have at least been spotted," Moody growled.
"In our world yes but the muggles have no idea and he was brought up in that world so it's possible he could hide there." Arthur said as he poured himself some tea.
"Why would he runaway though? And how did he do it?" Minerva asked looking at Albus. She had a bad feeling that even Albus didn't know the answers. "It's the Christmas holidays how could he have disappeared from under our eyes."
"He placed the tracking charm we had on him and placed it on Ron. He took off all the other spells and just disappeared. None of the portraits saw or heard him." Albus said softly.
"Even Ron and Hermione didn't even know or suspect." Molly said softly. "They're worried sick."
"I'm quite surprised at Potter, I didn't know he had enough of a brain to do this." Snape said as he took a sip of tea.
"Shows how well you know Potter then doesn't it." Moody said glaring at Snape. "This is the kid who's gone up against the Dark Lord six times and is still standing with only one scar."
A white snowy owl with a brown package in her talons that dropped into the centre of the table and the owl perched on.
"That's Hedwig, Harry's owl." Fred said as Albus went to her.
Albus reached out to take her package. She bit him sagely and glared at him.
"Are you sure that's Hedwig, she's never mean?" George asked softly.
"Yes, it smells like her," Remus confirmed.
Hedwig dropped the package and with her talons ripped off the paper. A wooden brown chest lay on the table in the ripped brown paper. She glared at everyone in the room before taking to the air and flying away.
Albus cautiously opened the chest. "It's a pensieve." Albus said and opened the lid of the box to show the bowl with a silver liquid.
The pensieve shimmered and a form rose out of the liquid to stand about five feet tall.
"Harry Potter!" Minerva exclaimed.
Harry stood proud. Black messy hair and round black glasses with emerald green eyes behind them but the eyes were different. They no longer held an innocent naivety and easy to read emotions, they were dark and unreadable. "I know you are all searching for me by now but I don't want to be found. The further away I am from all of you the happier I am."
The image turned till it faced Albus Dumbledore. "I trusted you and looked up to you. I believed you even cared, that you were there for me. I was wrong." He said softly. "I know you, all your secrets, all your lies. You see the dreams I have are not just about Riddle. I know you let your spy kidnap me and take me to Riddle. Where I was raped by your precious little spy and I know the memory was taken. Then the good guys came to rescue me. What a joke." He gave a bitter laugh. "There is no difference between you and Lord Voldemort; you each manipulate and destroy lives, except he's honest about it."
"I know you knew all along about Sirius being the secret keeper because my father told you in his will." He gave a cold smile. "Oh yes I know all about the will. The other vaults, the lands, the money left to Remus.
I also know about the night I was born. I know about the charm placed on me that changed me from a baby girl to baby boy." His eyes were cold as he glared at Albus.
"I also know that the blood protection comes from both my parents because they were bonded. They lived and died as one. Yet you left me on my mother's sister's doorstep where I was treated like a slave, beaten and raped. I know who you are Albus, or should I say Grandfather. After all you were James Potter's Father and your wife, my grandmother, was Ava Potter. You brought him up in secret while you left me in hell in a cupboard under the stairs."
There was a shocked gasp.
"The charm you cast on the night I was born is broken now. You won't find me so don't waste time trying. I can easily defend myself if on the unlikely chance you do. After everything that has been done to me I won't have any problem in fighting back.
You wanted me to save the world but you gave me no reason as to why it should be saved. You made your choice and now I've made mine."
"Goodbye..." With that soft word the pensieve shimmered and the chest snapped closed.
A stunned silence filled the room.
END OF PROLOGUE.
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PHOENIX FURY.