Hello and welcome to the first installment in the Phoenix Phire series. There will be a total of 7 books. Hopefully I keep your attention long enough for all of them.

Disclamer: I own none of these characters except for Theodore, Daphne and Lindsay. The plot is all mine. I make no money off of this, I do it just for fun. I own the book Phoenix and you. Thank you.

Fire Phoenix- energetic and childlike, these red and orange based phoneixes only go to those with similar lifestyles. Fire Phoneixes are kind hearted and are the first animal that comes to mind when phoneixes are mentioned. - an excerpt from Phoenix and you by L.M. and D. R. Evans

Prologue

Dumbledore sped down the steps past Neville and Harry, who had no more thoughts of leaving. Dumbledore was already at the foot of the steps when the Death Eaters nearest realized he was there and yelled to the others. One of the Death Eaters ran for it, scrabbling like a monkey up the stone steps opposite. Dumbledore's spell pulled him back as easily and effortlessly as though he had hooked him with an invisible line—

Only one pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: he was laughing at her.

'Come on, you can do better that that!' he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

The second jet of green light hit him squarely in the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.(1)

Harry awoke on a plane, beside a Tonks in disguise. The plane was large, with few passengers awake at this late hour. Most were business men and women in suits, and most were asleep. Tonks beside him was pretending to be asleep, but actually was awake listening for signs of danger. The lateness of the hour spoke louder than words outside the plane, where the curve of the earth was visible, creating a blue glow to the far end. As the plane moved further west than Harry had ever been, the light grew brighter and brighter. There was nothing special about the interior of the plane worth mentioning. This was the green eyed boy's first time aboard an aircraft. The plane was headed for a large town in Canada, Harry couldn't remember the name. All he knew about the area was that his new guardian lived there. The Dursley's had been tortured to insanity a few days earlier. Before that Harry spent his days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had only recently finished his fifth year at school.

He tried to re-adjust his position to fall asleep again, but could not. His mind drifted to what he knew of his guardian, only to find he knew nothing of her, only that her name was Daphne. He tried to imagine what she would be like and how she would look, but could not. His guilt managed to worm its way back into his head. The guilt over his godfather's death.

Everyone had tried to convince him one way or another that it was not his fault. Some even theorized that Sirius Black wasn't dead. His friends had tried to cheer him up, but to no avail. The Weasley twins had stopped by and pranked Ron a few times as he was in St. Mungos, the only people they cheered up were themselves. Everyone else (including the healers) glared at them, clearly stating they were not helping.

The pain of losing the only adult who he could talk to was settling on his heart. If that wasn't enough, he dreamed of the death almost every night, when not having visions about Voldemort. His mind continued to drift, and he fell into an uncomfortable sleep.

He woke to Tonks shaking him awake to prepare for landing. He grimaced and closed his eyes, re-aligning everything and buckling his seat belt. As they decended, he gripped the arm rests tightly, not enjoying the feeling of the plane landing. His ears popped and he creaked open his eyes a smidgen to find everyone up and getting their carry-ons from the luggage thing. He couldn't remember the exact word for it. Tonks grabbed her small bag and handed him his messenger bag, containing most of his most valuable items. The photo album, the map, his cloak, his wand and his passport, recently aquired and almost brand new. He walked out of the plane, crowded by men and women with leather briefcases, speaking on cell phones. He and Tonks walked over to the luggage cart and grabbed his trunk. An abnormal note from Dumbledore told him not to shrink anything. He had not, and found no reason to. Tonks lead him outside. He felt odd, seeing the sun set in Britian a few hours before only to find it still in the sky, slowly sinking towards the horizon. He smelt salt and felt the wind chill his bones. For the time being the beginning of summer, the night was a little chilly. Harry opened his bag to find a jacket and sliped it on. Tonks was having difficulty finding a cab that would take them out of town. There was a couple hours drive between the city and the small town that Daphne his guardian lived outside of. Tonks finally got a taxi, a bright yellow one, and loaded his trunk inside. The both climbed into the back and Tonks gave the directions. The cabbie looked at them strangely, but took off. The ride was a quiet one. Tonks, having stayed up during the plane ride, allowed herself a small nap.

The cabbie began telling Harry about the area, pointing out land marks and soon they were out of the city, racing towards his unknown new life. The cabbie continued to talk about the people who lived in the cities they past through briefly. He asked a few questions about Harry's life and the life of his friend. Harry told him some of the truth, his previous guardian has just died and he was going to live with someone new. The cabbie cesed asking questions after that. He stared out the window watching the sun sink into the horizon, watching the colours fade. They had finally neared the town and he shook Tonks awake. She streached quietly as the cabbie pulled up beside a medium sized house.

The house was two floors and shaped in a 'T' form, the point of the T facing the highway. The house was pale green with a wrap around porch hugging the bottom of the T. The closest door was on an angle 60 degrees against the corner. The trim was a dark chocolate brown and roof shingles were black. He would have considered it Slytherin based but was not one to judge people based on their houses. There was no fence around the property and the grass was neatly cut. There were a few shrubs around the yard but everything looked nice. The sky was turning a beautiful orange as the sun continued to sink. He glanced at his watch curious of the time, only to find that he had forgot to re-set it to a Canadian time zone. He frowned.

He got out of the car, and Tonks slid out next. She talked to the cabbie as he got this things out of the trunk. He glanced back up at the house, noticing the large spindly tree in the back. The soon to be sixteen year old wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. When he noticed the front door again (a dark sage colour) he also noticed that Tonks was standing beside the door, knocking, already attempting to use the door bell. He jogged over to her, trunk slowing him down. He noticed something that Tonks hadn't, a sign. He pointed it out to Tonks before reading outloud:

"If no one answers the door, try the back door. If that doesn't work ring the bell." Tonks began walking around the porch with it's honey coloured wood. Harry peaked into the windows to see if anyone was there. He saw nothing with the decressing amount of light. After rounding the first corner, they both saw a small table with a few chairs. There was another large window but nothing was seen again. They rounded the second corner and at the very end was another door, the same colour as the front. There were steps downward and a dull silver bell hung ontop of the stairs. Tonks walked over and tried the doorbell. No one came to the door. She walked over to the bell, almost tripping down the steps and grabbed the rope. Just as she was about to ring it, Harry stuffed his fingers in his ears. Tonks rang it hard and They turned to the door, and did not hear anyone coming. That was until they heard a voice from behind them.

"Hello?"

(1) This is an excerpt from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix page 710.