Well i said i would re-post it and now i have. I give you all... Phoenix Fire...YA.
This was my first story posted on FanFiction. I removed it as i was unhappy with the way it was written. Now after 6mths and an incredible BETA, laura, it is now ready for posting.

Disclaimer: If i really owned Draco Malfoy (or Harry Potter) do you really think i would be writting about them? Do you really think i would get out of bed? I mean, come on.

Harry Potter and the Phoenix Fire

Chapter 1 - Revelations

A fierce storm blew on in full force off the Western coast of London. Lightning streaked across the sky and the thunder roared loud enough to cause even the sea to shake. The ocean rose and fell alongside the heavy swell and the salt water smashed against the cliff-side of a near by island. The island it's self was only small, but the old and fierce looking castle upon it took up all of the land mass, save the dark cobble road that ran around it's dark perimeter.

Azkaban prison was not a nice place. Not even after the Dementor's, the soul sucking creatures, had left it. Violent screams echoed throughout the walls, heard even over the thunder. The prisoners cried in torment, some still suffering the lasting effects of the Dementor's presence. Yet while a majority of the residence still held their sanity, many minds were lost.

An aging man with a long flowing beard and majestic cloak swept through the halls of the prison, flinching inside each time he past one of the screaming cells, though showing no outside emotion. He walked to the East end of the Prison, searching for his destination. After ten long minutes he arrived out side cell block 'Two Hundred and Twenty Six' and beckoned the guard to open the door. He stepped inside the small damp cell and took in his surroundings.

A torch suspended on the bare stone wall burnt brightly behind him illuminating a water basin, toilet and small cot. Upon the small cot sat a man. He was sitting up right, holding a royal demeanor, despite is dirty and shabby appearance. His platinum blonde hair, now un-kept, fell freely over his shoulders, and at the entrance of the old man he rose from his bed and stood firmly and proud.

"You received my message then Albus?" He asked the aging wizard with elegance.

"I did. Now tell, how do you wish to be of service Mr. Malfoy?" Albus Dumbledore inquired.

Harry Potter lay awake in his bedroom at Number Four Privet Drive. The storm outside was wild, and the rain pelted his window with an almighty force. The snores of his Uncle and cousin floated through the halls of the small house, but the sounds of the storm and his relatives was not what was keeping him awake, worry, guilt and loneliness was the source.

Every night since the summer holidays had begun Harry would go to sleep only to wake up hours later, sobbing over the death of his Godfather, Sirius. Every night he re-lived the grievous hours he had spent at the Ministry of Magic, and every night he had to watch his Godfather fall though the Veil. And to make matters worse, he had no one to talk to about it. Two weeks remained of his summer holidays with the Dursley's and Harry had not received one letter from his friends.

At first he thought that Dobby, the house elf, was playing a trick on him again, like in his second year, but when Hedwig, his snowy owl, started returning home with the letter's he had written to Ron and Hermione, unopened, he started to panic. He could not understand why his best friends, of so many years, would not write to him. It was either they couldn't, or they wouldn't.

Harry had yet again sent Hedwig out with a letter to Ron, demanding to know why no one was speaking to him. She had been gone five hours, since before the storm had started and now he was worrying for her safety. He threw back the blanket covering his near naked form and paced his room. Hedwig's empty cage sat in the corner on top of his desk. An almost empty wardrobe stood open next to his door, its contents thrown across his floor, from one of his many less favorable moods. His bed, un-kept as always, was surrounded by school books. In his boredom over the summer Harry had re-read every school book he had ever received and now could recite almost all of them of by heart.

A light tapping at his window broke the silence that now surrounded his room, and a final flicker of lightning lit up the sky illuminating the two owls perched on his window sill. Harry threw the window open to let Hedwig fly into his room, closely followed by the other. He studied the dark starless sky, the storm was passing, tomorrow would be another beautiful summer day. Hedwig hooted to her master, demanding attention.

Harry removed the familiar unopened letter from Hedwig's talons, the one he had written to Ron, screwed it up and threw it into the waste paper basket, along with all the others, and withdrew the two letters the brown tawny owl was carrying. The first bearing the Ministry of Magic seal.

Dear Mr. Potter

Below are the results of your Fifth year O.W.L's. I would like to congratulate you for such an Outstanding out come and wish you all the best in your sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Defense against the Dark Art's'O'

Potions'O'

Transfiguration'O'

Charms'O'

Herbology'O'

Astronomy'O'

Care of Magical Creatures'O'

Divination'O'

As you may already know, an 'O' grade (Outstanding) is the highest grade available for a students O.W.L exams. Results like yours will enable you to undertake any course of study you wish in your next year at Hogwarts.

Congratulations again

Michael Goblistin

Department of Education

Ministry of Magic

Harry's couldn't help the goofy grin from spreading over his face, the first real positive signs his body had shown all summer. All top marks. Hermione would be ecstatic. He opened the second letter, this one with a Hogwarts seal.

Dear Harry

Congratulations on your O.W.L results, I always knew you would do well. Some serious matters have come to my attention and I must speak with you immediately. I know it is short notice but I will be arriving at your residence at 10am tomorrow morning. Do not worry about the Muggles Harry, I have arranged for them to be elsewhere.

Until tomorrow.

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry sighed at this letter. Albus Dumbledore was not his favorite person at the moment. He still felt a little resentful towards him since Sirius' death and it was because of him that he was stuck, once again, in his Uncle's care.

'But at least I will be able to get some answers.' He thought wirily dropping both letters onto his desk and climbing back into bed.

Dawn came too early for Harry. He had fallen asleep around 4am and now it was 9.30. He was showered and dressed by the time the knock came from the door and he bounded down the stairs of the empty house. Opening the door his sight caught the form the Headmaster in his elegant mauve robes and long white beard trailing down his body. All bad thoughts Harry had about this man vanished instantly.

"Hello Harry, it's good to see you again." Dumbledore smiled in greeting.

"Hello Headmaster, please come in." Harry politely smiled in return.

Dumbledore followed Harry into the sitting room off the main hallway and he sat himself down in Uncle Vernon's favorite chair. Harry aloud himself a quiet laugh at the sight of this great man sitting in his wizard-hating Uncle's chair. It was then that Harry noticed the slight worn down look in his Headmasters eyes.

"How have your holidays been so far Harry?" Albus asked the boy when he had gotten himself comfortable.

"Miserable Sir." Harry replied with the sadness in his voice he had been feeling all summer. "I haven't spoken to Ron or Hermione all summer; I think they're ignoring me."

"Ah yes Harry." Dumbledore sighed despondently. "We will get to that topic in a moment. There are quiet a few things I wish to discuss with you. Tea?"

Harry nodded and rose from his chair to go to the kitchen.

"No, No Harry, I find this is far easier." Exclaimed Dumbledore as he withdrew his small wand from his pocket and waved it in the air. A silver tray with a teapot and cups appeared out of thin air and landed on the coffee table which sat in-between the two wizards.

"Sorry sir I forgot." said Harry, amazed at his own forgetfulness.

"No need Harry; I'm sure that living with Muggles must make the magic slip your mind at times," Dumbledore replied with a wink.

"It does sir, especially since I can't use it my self." Harry said, remembering all the times he could have used magic for this chore or that chore.

"That, Harry, I will also get to in a moment. Though this brings me to the first thing I wish to discuss with you."

"What's that sir?" He asked the aging wizard.

Dumbledore sighed, "Sirius' will Harry."

Harry felt the lump form in his throat. Of course. I expected this sooner or later. Harry nodded to show Dumbledore he was listening.

"I want to make this as quick as possible for you Harry; I know it must still hurt." Dumbledore said as he withdrew a piece of parchment from his robes. "So if you wish I will take care of it all, all you need to do is sign your name."

"Ok" Harry said quietly.

"Though I must inform you of what the will entails." Dumbledore continued.

"Sure...Ok."

"Sirius, in his will, left almost everything to you Harry. Other than his personal possessions and a small sum of money that went to Remus Lupin, every thing else went to you." Dumbledore said with a slight smile as his eyes traveled down the parchment.

"Sir?" Harry asked, unsure whether his voice would hold up.

"Number 12 Grimauld place, as well as a cottage in Ireland and several others through-out England and Europe. Also the entire Black family fortune, Harry. He left it all to you." He replied with a twinkle in his eyes.

"All of it Sir? How...Why...I don't understand." Harry said confusedly.

"You see Harry," Dumbledore said as he leaned forward to pick up his tea, "After he was rescued from the Ministry in your third year, Sirius wrote his will declaring you as his sole heir, minus the more personal items he left to Remus of course."

"But what does that mean exactly sir?" Harry asked.

"It means, Harry, that you are now in possession of one of the greatest fortunes in all England, and next to Master Malfoy, you are the richest child through-out Britain." Dumbledore answered with a smile.

"Me? Rich?" Harry couldn't believe it; it was too much to take in. He was now extremely rich, and a single question popped up in his mind.

"How much Sir?" He whispered before he could stop himself.

"Well Harry, not including property and assets, your vaults in Gringotts now reach in total of around Six Hundred and Fifty Million Galleons. As I said, making you the second richest child in all England, next to Master Malfoy who reaches somewhere around Seven Hundred Million, though because he wont come into his inheritance until his family passes, it does indeed make you the richest."

"Sir...I'm...Well I don't know what to say." Harry said numbly.

"Don't say anything yet Harry, file the information away for later. Though I do hope of course you will let the Order continue its business at Grimuald place?" Dumbledore asked with a raised eye brow.

"Of course sir!" Harry exclaimed almost immediately.

"Excellent! Now onto the next subject." Dumbledore said to Harry, a grave expression filling his face. "You are well aware of Lucius Malfoy's current incarceration?"

"Yes sir, I recall that I put him there." Harry said sarcastically, a bitter note in his voice.

"Yes Harry of course. You see, Mr. Malfoy requested my presence yesterday in Azkaban, he had a proposal, and before I made my decision I wanted to discuss it with you."

"What proposal?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Well it seems that after a change of heart, he has decided that he wishes to denounce Voldemort and offer allegiance to you and I. In exchange for his freedom he is willing to divulge, under Veritaserum I might add, every thing he knows about the Dark Lord."

"You're kidding me right? Lucius Malfoy, denounce Voldemort? What brought this on?" Harry was shocked; surly it was a trick of the elder Malfoy's. "Besides, Fudge would never let him free." He added as an after thought

''Fudge is stupid Harry, you and I both know that, he has always bent to my will, despite last years fiasco, he still hold's anything I say in great importance, as for Lucius change of heart, from what he told me it was because of his son." Dumbledore replied quietly.

"Draco?" Harry asked unbelieving.

"Yes Harry. Last night, before I was called, Narcissa and Draco visited him in Azkaban, and from what I can understand, it was Draco who told his father that he would not follow Voldemort, no matter what his father did."

"Why would Lucius listen to his son?" Harry inquired, tilting his head slightly to the left, studying Dumbledore closely.

"From what I know of the Malfoy's Harry, despite their 'allegiances' they are very much family bound." Dumbledore said lightly. "Nothing is more important to Lucius then the happiness and well being of his family, and if Draco has refused the Dark Lord, then Lucius will follow his wishes."

"So you want to know if I think we should let him go?" Harry asked.

"I'm merely after you approval." Dumbledore smiled.

"Do you trust him sir?" Harry asked skeptically. He knew that Dumbledore had a tendency to trust people to easy.

"Understand this Harry, if he is let go he will be under constant surveillance, he won't be able to leave the country, magically or otherwise. Plus under the influence of Veritaserum we can gather quite a lot of useful information, also rendering him at the top of Voldemort's 'to kill' lists."

"True." Harry said slowly. "But do you trust him?" Harry finished, repeating his earlier question.

Dumbledore seemed to ponder the question for a moment before he answered. "I believe his motives are noble. Yes, I trust him."

"Well then do what you believe is right sir. I have no qualms either way." Harry said honestly. "Just make sure you get what you can out of him before he leaves Azkaban."

"Of course Harry, I will begin the interrogation after I leave." Dumbledore said with a smile. "Now, as for your underage magic. As you know you cannot legally perform magic until the age of seventeen." Harry nodded, "Well, due to current, ah, circumstances, I have put it to the Wizengamot, and they agree, that this law should be, looked over, but only in your case."

"Meaning?" Harry asked with hope in his voice.

"Meaning, Harry, as of nine o'clock this morning you are now legally able to use magic outside of Hogwarts." Albus replied with a spark in his eyes.

"Are you serious? I'm allowed to do magic? Awesome!" Harry couldn't hold his excitement and smiled his first genuine smile all summer.

"I knew you would be pleased my boy." Dumbledore smiled, the ever present twinkle in his eye. "Now one last thing, about Hermione and the Weasley's."

Harry's smile faulted. "Sir, you know why they haven't owled me?" He asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Alas I do Harry, and it is my sorry duty to inform you." Dumbledore's face fell as he said those words.

"Sir, they're all right aren't they?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Yes Harry, they are, and that's what scares me the most."

"Sir?" Harry questioned.

"You see Harry, at the beginning of the summer Percy Weasley arrived home to the Burrow." Dumbledore replied gravely.

"Percy? But why?" Harry questioned.

"I am unsure as to why Harry, but it seems he has managed to convince his family, as well as Hermione, that well; you are up to no good." He replied with a bitter tone.

"Up to no Good? What do you mean?" Harry asked, anger rising within him.

"I am unsure of their conversations Harry, but from what I can gather, they believe the only reason you wish to destroy Voldemort is to take his place after he has gone." He sighed wearily.

Harry was speechless. He didn't know what to say or think about the news.

"Harry, I know this is hard to take in, but you must understand, they will come around, sooner or later." Dumbledore said almost pleadingly. "They need time. And when school start's again, in under two weeks, and you have had a chance to talk to them, they will understand."

"Yes sir," Harry sighed. "I do understand, I mean it was bound to happen sooner or later. I doubt myself sometimes, I know I don't want to be a dark lord, I just want this over with, I want him dead."

"I know Harry, we all do, and I know you, you would never become Voldemort, just give everyone time." Dumbledore replied with a sad smile.

"Yes sir." Harry said when a sudden thought struck him. "Sir, can I ask a favor?"

"Of course Harry." Dumbledore answered, glad for the change of topic.

"Well I was wondering, since I only have to spend a few weeks here a year to keep the protection my mother gave me, and I've been here over two months, and I can legally do magic now, I wanted to know if I could leave, stay some were else for the remainder of the holidays." He asked hopefully.

"I will grant your request Harry, under one condition." Dumbledore said after some consideration, much to Harry's surprise. "You must stay at the Leaky Cauldron, and you must only keep to Diagon Alley, and stay away from Muggle London, understood?"

Harry couldn't hold his excitement. He jumped up from the chair he was sitting on and bounded over the coffee table and threw himself at Dumbledore into a bone crushing hug.

"Thank you sir, thank you so much." He exclaimed excitedly.

"Harry...Air...Can't..." The headmaster wheezed.

"Oh! Sorry sir!" Harry said as he let go of the now flustered Headmaster.

"Quite alright Harry, I'm just glad that you are happy." Dumbledore smiled.

"Thank you sir." Harry replied.

Dumbledore waved his hand in the air, telling him it was fine. "Well Harry, I should be going, it is almost time for lunch and I believe you would like to pack. I think the Knight Bus should get you to the Leaky Cauldron safe."

"I can leave now?" Harry asked excitedly.

"No time like the present I always say." Dumbledore said cheerfully with a clap of his hands.

"Thank you sir, again."

"Not a problem." Dumbledore rose from his seat, "Escort me to the door Harry?" He asked with a slightly inclined eye brow.

"Of course." Dumbledore followed Harry to the front door and exited when it was opened for him. He turned to Harry and withdrew and envelope and two gold keys from his pocket.

"I almost forgot Harry, this is your Hogwarts letter and the keys to your new vaults, don't spend it all at once."

And with that Dumbledore disapparated with a loud pop.

Well i hope you enjoyed. Next chapter will be up soon. Until then read some of my other stories!