Harry Potter and the Lair of the Phoenix
A/N: I DO NOT own Harry Potter. He is owned by JKR. If I was her…I wouldn't be here writing these stories I only own the plot and characters that you don't recognize. PLEASE REVIEW
Chapter 1: Attack
In the smallest bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive, Harry Potter was laying on his back thinking. He had been doing a lot of thinking recently, as a matter of fact; it had become his favorite thing to do. He had reflected upon last year a lot, and came to the conclusion that, while he was at some fault, he had to lay most of the blame with Voldemort, Dumbledore, Snape, and Bellatrix.
The cat flap that was on his door opened and food was placed into the room. Harry got up, walked over to the food, and started to eat it. It wasn't hot food, but at least it isn't cold he thought.
Harry Potter was treated like a freak because, according to his Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon, he was. Harry was a wizard, that's right, a wizard. A wizard that had just finished his fifth year at Hogwarts He had just finished his fifth year at Hogwarts. A year he wished never happened. Many things had happened; from the horrible Delores Umbridge, to the Department of Mysteries fiasco, to the snake attack on Mr. Weasley to Occlumency lessons with Snape, Harry wished he could just push the reset button, and start fifth year all over again.
After analyzing his fifth year, Harry realized that the horrible DADA teacher was actually a blessing in disguise, as he had gained many friends though the DA. The Defense Association, or Dumbledore's Army, was an illegal Defense against the Dart Arts group that had been started by Harry, with some coaxing from Hermione, to properly teach DADA.
The Department of mysteries fiasco, he had reflected, was the fault of, himself, Dumbledore, and Voldemort. Had Dumbledore told him of what Voldemort could do with the connection, and of the prophesy, then he would not have been tricked. Had Voldemort not come after Harry then there would be no need for any of the Department of mysteries, or any other adventures. Harry, though, knew he should have realized that Kreacher was lying to him and wouldn't tell him the truth because Harry wasn't Kreacher's master. He also should have realized that Sirius would not leave the house, and that Snape would have passed what Harry told him onto the Order.
Occlumency was mainly Snape's fault because he could not let go of the grudge between himself and Harry's father. Harry, though, had to lay some fault with himself because he did not study it well.
It was July first. Gone were the days of school and work; now was summer vacation. While most kids loved summer vacation, Harry usually found the vacation a burden, and hated it. He had already completed his summer homework and he was becoming bored. He knew that O.W.L.s wouldn't be coming until early August, and that he would most likely not be achieving his dreams of becoming an Auror.
An Auror was a dark wizard Hunter. They were called in when the bad guys were at their worst, and they were among the most physically strenuous positions to get in the ministry. To even qualify, one would need to get N.E.W.T.s in DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, and Potions. Then, one would have to go to Auror School for a further three years of training, after normal schooling.
Harry had gotten past the prophesy; it was just the fact that only h could kill Voldemort. He somehow figured he would be in the final showdown against Voldemort, but it was a shock to learn that only he, Harry Potter, could kill the Dark Lord.
Harry was on the way to recovering from Sirius's death. His death had hit Harry hard. After he had died, the harsh reality of war had set in. Harry was positive there would be much more suffering before things got better.
Harry was just about to get up for the day when he heard, "BOY, GET DOWN HERE," shouted from the first floor. Harry groaned and got up. Throwing on some clothes, and grabbing his glasses off of the bureau, he trudged down stairs. He entered the family room, the TV was tuned to the news, and a red-faced Uncle Vernon was sitting on the couch.
"Boy, Marge is coming to visit; any slip, any at all, and you will be out of this house faster than you can say cupboard," said Uncle Vernon.
"I'll be polite, if she is polite," replied Harry in a monotone.
Vernon looked as though he would like nothing more than to pound Harry's skull to pulp, but Mad Eye's warning had frightened him beyond belief, as he was constantly looking over his shoulder, suspiciously, as if he felt someone watching him. The funny part was; it was completely true. Harry was under constant surveillance by the Order.
Depending on who was watching him, Harry could count on some one to talk to or someone to keep him company or some one who just ignored his for the most part. Tonks was on duty today, based on Harry's calculations. Harry was pretty sure that there were five shifts before the original person would be back.
When Tonks was guarding him, Harry realized, they would get into conversations about what was going on, past adventures, and Sirius. Tonks did not blame Harry at all. This came as a relief to Harry, because he felt she had become a good friend.
Remus was the next guard. He was the easiest for Harry to talk to. Talking to Remus, Harry realized, had helped him get over Sirius as much as talking to Tonks had. Remus had been just as crushed as Harry. Remus was the last true marauder again, and would have fallen into depression if it wasn't for Tonks and Harry to help him through Sirius's death.
Another guard Harry found he could talk to easily was Mundungus. The thief was good at getting Harry books that were hard to find. The books Harry wanted were not for the Dark Arts, but for Occlumency, Legilimancy, and Metamorphmagi. Harry and Tonks had come to the conclusion that Harry was a Metamorphmagus because he hadn't had a haircut since he was eight.
Harry walked outside, and sure enough he heard the order member trip and fall. Walking to where the sound had come from, Harry lowered a hand and said, "Hello Tonks."
"Hello Harry," said Tonks's disembodied voice. A hand appeared out of nowhere and took his hand. He pulled Tonks to her feet.
"Thanks, Harry," said the metamorphmagus.
"No problem," said Harry.
"So, what are you going to do today?" asked Tonks conversationally.
"I'm not sure, but I was thinking of taking a nice long walk." Said Harry
"Ok," said Tonks
After the walk to the park and back, Harry went inside number 4, and went to his room to write to his friends. Harry figured they would be dead worried about him because he had only been replying to their letters with only a sentence or two.
Harry went up the desk, grabbed a quill and some ink and started to write to Ginny, Ron, and Hermione, who were all at the Grimmauld place;
Dear Ron, Ginny, and Hermione
I know my last few letters have been really short, but I was trying to get over Sirius. Since your last letter about a week ago, I have gotten over his death. Sirius's death however wasn't the only thing in my mind. Only in the aftermath of the Department of Mysteries fiasco did I realize what it was like to lose someone, and then I realized how much danger I had put you all in. You guys are the best friends anyone could ask for. You guys stood by me, when you shouldn't have, and you followed me to the Department of Mysteries. I hank you guys immensely.
There is something else I wish to discuss with you guys. I know what the prophesy said, Dumbledore told me after I got back. I will tell it to you guys under the condition you guys learn some Occlumency, because if Voldemort ever got a hold of this information, many people's lives would be in danger.
Your friend,
Harry
Harry went up to Hedwig, and gently awoke her. She looked over to Harry questioningly, as if asking him why he awoke her. Harry handed her the letter and asked, "Could you take this to Ron, Ginny, and Hermione, at the Grimmauld place?"
She nipped his fingers in an affirmative manner and took off soaring into the blue sky, with the letter clasped firmly.
That night, Harry went to bed and was not plagued by dreams or visions.
The next morning Harry awoke at his usual time. He remembered that Marge would be arriving tomorrow, and so he started to clean his room, because he knew it would be demanded of him later. By the time the Uncle Vernon had yelled at him to clean his room, he had finished and had already gotten dressed for the day.
After eating a quick lunch Harry left his Aunts house. On a sudden revelation, Harry decided to get a job. He went into the mall downtown part of Surrey, and started to look at the shops. Harry went from store to store seeing which ones he might consider working at. He wanted to have some fun, so it was with little surprise that Harry decided to get a job at the Sporting Goods store.
Harry stepped into the store and noticed a help wanted sign. Harry realized that this sore was hiring and walked to the register and asked for the manager.
Five minutes later he was sitting in the manager's office signing the forms to start work. Harry was being paid 5 pounds an hour or about $9.74.
Harry was quickly put to work and by the end of the day had earned 30 pounds. He went home and when he entered, Vernon stomped up to him and shouted, "Where the hell have you been, boy?"
"Getting a job and working at the place I got a job," replied Harry calmly.
Vernon blinked stupidly. Harry walked by him, went upstairs to his bedroom and fell asleep.
The next morning, Harry woke up earlier than he usually did. It took a few moments for him to figure out why he woke up so early. Then he groaned as he remembered that his 'Aunt' Marge was coming to visit.
He remembered their last meeting with a slight smile. She had been insulting his parents, and then he had lost his temper. She head then started to expand like a balloon and ended up floating to the ceiling. By the time she had hit the ceiling, Harry had all of his school stuff in his trunk and he headed out of the house. It was that night he had first met Sirius, though he was in his illegal animagus form, a giant black dog. He had also encountered the Knight Bus for the first time that night too.
Harry got ready for the day. By the time he had entered the kitchen, Vernon was getting ready to pick up Marge from the Airport. Harry had a quick breakfast, and decided to leave a little early for his job.
When Harry arrived at the store, the manager told Harry to just go through the store and try to commit the layout of the store to memory, as it would make the customers more appreciative, and make shopping, for the customers, less of a hassle.
Harry was wandered around the store, just trying to commit the layout to memory when he heard, "Excuse me, sir, but do you know where basketballs are?"
Harry turned and saw a little boy standing there. Harry smiled and said, "The basketballs are on the left hand side of isle 3."
"Oh, thank you," said the boy.
Harry resumed walking around. After working for 8 hours Harry decided that he had worked enough, because he was required to work a minimum of 4 hours, and anything after that would be considered overtime, until he reached the 10 hour mark. After the 10 hour mark, he would be considered a customer, if he decided to stay any longer.
When Harry arrived at number 4 Privet Drive, the first thing he noticed was that the car was in the drive way. It was obvious that 'Aunt' Marge had arrived from the airport. Harry walked into the house and walked upstairs silently; miraculously he was not heard by anyone and was able to make it to his room.
Two hours later, Harry was called down for dinner.
Harry trudged down the stairs, and sat at the table. The Dursley's were giving him a wide berth, but Marge wasn't.
"So, your still here," she exclaimed in disgust.
"Yes," stated harry dully.
"You spoilt, ungrateful little brat; if I had gotten you, you would have been left for dead, or at an orphanage," she said angrily.
Harry raised his eyebrow and calmly stated, "That would have been better than living here."
Vernon's face went purple by the time Harry finished saying that, and Marge exclaimed, "You little shit; Vernon you should take him to an orphanage right now, or better yet, abandon him in the middle of nowhere."
Marge and Vernon stood up to get to Harry, but Harry made it past them, and ran upstairs to his room. Once in there harry grabbed his wand, pointed it at the interior trunk and said, "Engorgio."
He then summoned all his things into his trunk then he cast a reducing charm on his trunk. He opened his window, then opened Hedwig's cage.
"Go outside, and wait in the trees across the street for me. If I come out alone meet me at the park, if I don't get Dumbledore," he said in a rush.
Harry then glanced to see if there were any owls in his room; there weren't. I guess the spell to take off the tracker on my wand worked, thought Harry.
Harry walked silently down the stairs. Just as he reached the bottom he was gabbed roughly and dragged to Vernon's station wagon.
The engine was running when Harry was thrown into the car. Vernon applied pressure to the car when Harry's started to burn. Harry opened his eyes in shock and looked around quickly. He had just turned his head to look out the rear window when a beam of green light hit the door of the car.
The car was flipped upside down and the windows shattered. Once the car was on its back, Harry took that chance to scamper out of the car. Harry looked toward the street and saw something that nearly made him faint. Standing there, with his Death Eaters behind him was Voldemort.
Harry looked around for his guards, but he didn't see any. Where was the Order and why wasn't anyone there to help him?
"What's wrong Potter, you didn't expect to see me did you," laughed Voldemort. Harry kept silent as he tried to think of a way to get away from Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
"Ever since I was resurrected with your blood, the blood protection stopped working, or did Dumbledore conveniently forget to mention that," exclaimed Voldemort knowingly.
By now Vernon and Marge had gotten out of the wreckage.
"You freaks, I will not stand for this," said Vernon. With that he pulled out a gun, aimed it at Voldemort, and pulled the trigger. BLAM! Voldemort transfigured a rock into a dog, which intercepted the bullet.
"Accio gun," said Voldemort
The gun flew out of Vernon's hands and into the hands of Voldemort.
At the sound of the gun shot Harry ran behind and place a disillusionment charm on himself.
Voldemort leveled the gun and aimed at Vernon. "No, you will not be standing for this because you will be dead," murmured Voldemort. A moment later the gun went off twice and both Marge and Vernon fell to the ground with holes in their heads.
Hearing the gunshots from inside Dudley and Petunia came out to see what was going on. When they stepped out to see Vernon and Marge falling to the ground, they screamed.
Voldemort turned towards the screams, and fired the gun again. Again the bullet hit flesh, but, unlike the previous two times, the bullet went though the stomach instead of the skull.
Harry turned as he heard the screams and saw Dudley get hit in the stomach. By now he had his Firebolt under an invisibility charm, and had it placed between his legs.
Seeing Dudley fall, Petunia ran back into the house locking the door. She then ran to the phone and called the police.
Harry pushed off and sped away from the house. As he turned back he saw an orange and black curse come out of a wand, presumably Voldemort's. When the curse hit the house, it exploded into a ball of flames. Seeing the last of his family die, Harry couldn't help but feel remorse for Petunia. Even though they had not gotten along well, she was still his aunt, his last relative; at least that's what he thought.
Harry flew towards Grimmauld Place, keeping an eye out for anyone that could be tailing him. He remembered where Grimmauld Place was because Sirius had tasked Harry to remember their route, in case he ever got attacked at his aunt and uncle's.
Voldemort pointed his wand at the house and said, "Flamista."
The curse hit the house and it exploded. Voldemort looked around for Potter. He looked up into the endless blue sky. Damn, Voldemort though, he got away again. . "Next time you won't be as lucky Potter," Voldemort whispered right before he disapperated with his Death Eaters.
AN: I have a question that I would like readers to answer... leave a review stating your answers
1. Should there be another Dark Lord? If yes, should he be allied with Voldemort or not be allied with Voldemort?