Chapter One: The Visit
Harry sighed. In three weeks he would return to Hogwarts for his sixth year. Ron and Hermione had kept him up to date as much as they could on the wizarding world, but had not told him anything about what he wanted to know: the Order. Meanwhile, he, Harry, was stuck in his little room with nothing to do -or so they thought- for he had finished his homework within the first three weeks he had been home. The Dursleys hadn't taken his trunk this year after the encounter with the wizards at the train station, for which Harry was thankful. Not only did it have his invisibility cloak, school books, and Firebolt, but as many potion books Harry could sneak out of the restricted section at Hogwarts and any books he might need at Hogwarts or in his life from Hogsmeade. At that point an alarm went off and Harry went to his closet and added a Thestral hair to a cauldron that was now steaming wildly and throwing off a green gas that smelled oddly like burnt cookies.
-In four minutes I'll start stirring clockwise with a tebo tusk for two hours while adding a yeti toe, black and pink fairy wings, and a demiguise hair. Yikes, I can't imagine why I need to put a yeti toe in, or fairy wings for that matter.- Harry thought.
Ever since Harry had finished his homework -and even between assignments- he had been working on potions that would help in the war to come. That done, he had moved on to potions he would learn that year and in his seventh year. Now, having surpassed even Master level potions, Harry was finishing up the potion to become an animagus. While not making potions he was practicing his speed, agility, and strength. He did push-ups, pull- ups (by hanging out his window), sit-ups, meditated, ran, swam, fought with knives, bow and arrows, swords, throwing stars, staffs, learned gymnastics (flips and things that would help him in a battle situation), and had recently discovered he could use wandless magic. Dudley had come charging in to make fun of Harry one day but found himself stuck to the wall as soon as he walked through the doorway with Harry glaring at him for interrupting his workout. The second time this happened his shoe caught on fire and had to be put out by Uncle Vernon. Once Harry had figured out how to use fire, he turned to water, air, combinations of the three, and spells he had not been allowed to use with a wand ever since summer began. As his skill increased, he could use his powers farther away and make them stronger than before.
When summer had just begun, Harry had mastered Occlumency and moved on to Legilimency with which he had found a great deal of his magic active, but locked securely by someone. Ever since that discovery, he had been chipping away at the locks and figured they would be gone by the time school started. Occlumency had blocked out all of Voldemort's power and moods, so Harry no longer blew up in anyone's face and was much calmer. His temper was buried so deep in his mind that nothing short of someone attacking Hogwarts or his friends would make him mad. A loud hissing sound cut into his thoughts- the four minutes were up.
Harry stood up and started stirring in the ingredients. Two hours later he added the final ingredient, a Black Phoenix feather. He grabbed a bottle and carefully poured the potion into it. He could drink it in seven hours, which would be 5:00 am. Setting his alarm, Harry settled down to sleep.
At 4:59, Harry was awake and preparing the potion in a small mug he had 'borrowed' from the Dursleys the day before. The potion was bubbling lightly, but that meant he had done everything correctly. When the alarm went off at 5:00, Harry muttered "Cheers" and forced the slightly chunky liquid down his throat. Almost immediately he felt the effects, his stomach churning, his head throbbing, and all his bones aching as if they were in the wrong form. Most of the manuals he had read had told him to expect that, so he sat down to wait. About half and hour later the pain faded and was replaced by a strange sense of rightness.
For the next two days Harry looked over the seventh year and other more advanced spells, though he had already memorized most of them. He had to wait until the third day after taking the animagi potion, so he made some new spells and potions until the time came. When it did he concentrated harder than he had on anything before on a Black Phoenix, then flapped his wings in alarm.
-Wait a minute. wings?-
It was true, he had long black wings and fiery, determined emerald eyes. The only marking to give him away from a normal Black Phoenix would be the golden-white color at the base of each feather. Harry concentrated on being himself again and stumbled onto the floor.
-Got to work on that, can't be stumbling about when a killing curse is coming at me.-
Harry patiently got up and tried again.
The rest of the week was comparatively uneventful until Friday. Harry had been practicing his newly made spells(wandlessly) when the doorbell rang. The Dursleys had gone out for the day and Harry had planned to enjoy his time away from them. The doorbell rang again and Harry got up, ran downstairs, and opened the door.
"Hello Harry, sorry 'bout stopping by so suddenly." Nymphadora Tonks, known as Tonks, said cheerfully. "Dumbledore wanted me to tell you to 1) plan some DA lessons, 2) learn as many languages as you can (including Elvish, Gnomish, Dwarvish, etc.) because Hogwarts will be receiving quite a few transfer students, and 3) you will be going to the Weasleys to shop for your things next Friday. After which, you will be allowed to stay with them until school starts on Monday. You can use your wand to learn the languages and the Ministry won't notice. Good to see you again Harry, but I've got to get going." With that she walked a few steps and vanished with a pop.
Harry turned and walked back upstairs, ready to work on languages but still wondering exactly what was going on.
Right, so how was it? If I made any huge mistakes please tell me! I'm going to be updating ASAP, I'm kinda busy with swimming though. Be patient (if you even liked it.)
Harry sighed. In three weeks he would return to Hogwarts for his sixth year. Ron and Hermione had kept him up to date as much as they could on the wizarding world, but had not told him anything about what he wanted to know: the Order. Meanwhile, he, Harry, was stuck in his little room with nothing to do -or so they thought- for he had finished his homework within the first three weeks he had been home. The Dursleys hadn't taken his trunk this year after the encounter with the wizards at the train station, for which Harry was thankful. Not only did it have his invisibility cloak, school books, and Firebolt, but as many potion books Harry could sneak out of the restricted section at Hogwarts and any books he might need at Hogwarts or in his life from Hogsmeade. At that point an alarm went off and Harry went to his closet and added a Thestral hair to a cauldron that was now steaming wildly and throwing off a green gas that smelled oddly like burnt cookies.
-In four minutes I'll start stirring clockwise with a tebo tusk for two hours while adding a yeti toe, black and pink fairy wings, and a demiguise hair. Yikes, I can't imagine why I need to put a yeti toe in, or fairy wings for that matter.- Harry thought.
Ever since Harry had finished his homework -and even between assignments- he had been working on potions that would help in the war to come. That done, he had moved on to potions he would learn that year and in his seventh year. Now, having surpassed even Master level potions, Harry was finishing up the potion to become an animagus. While not making potions he was practicing his speed, agility, and strength. He did push-ups, pull- ups (by hanging out his window), sit-ups, meditated, ran, swam, fought with knives, bow and arrows, swords, throwing stars, staffs, learned gymnastics (flips and things that would help him in a battle situation), and had recently discovered he could use wandless magic. Dudley had come charging in to make fun of Harry one day but found himself stuck to the wall as soon as he walked through the doorway with Harry glaring at him for interrupting his workout. The second time this happened his shoe caught on fire and had to be put out by Uncle Vernon. Once Harry had figured out how to use fire, he turned to water, air, combinations of the three, and spells he had not been allowed to use with a wand ever since summer began. As his skill increased, he could use his powers farther away and make them stronger than before.
When summer had just begun, Harry had mastered Occlumency and moved on to Legilimency with which he had found a great deal of his magic active, but locked securely by someone. Ever since that discovery, he had been chipping away at the locks and figured they would be gone by the time school started. Occlumency had blocked out all of Voldemort's power and moods, so Harry no longer blew up in anyone's face and was much calmer. His temper was buried so deep in his mind that nothing short of someone attacking Hogwarts or his friends would make him mad. A loud hissing sound cut into his thoughts- the four minutes were up.
Harry stood up and started stirring in the ingredients. Two hours later he added the final ingredient, a Black Phoenix feather. He grabbed a bottle and carefully poured the potion into it. He could drink it in seven hours, which would be 5:00 am. Setting his alarm, Harry settled down to sleep.
At 4:59, Harry was awake and preparing the potion in a small mug he had 'borrowed' from the Dursleys the day before. The potion was bubbling lightly, but that meant he had done everything correctly. When the alarm went off at 5:00, Harry muttered "Cheers" and forced the slightly chunky liquid down his throat. Almost immediately he felt the effects, his stomach churning, his head throbbing, and all his bones aching as if they were in the wrong form. Most of the manuals he had read had told him to expect that, so he sat down to wait. About half and hour later the pain faded and was replaced by a strange sense of rightness.
For the next two days Harry looked over the seventh year and other more advanced spells, though he had already memorized most of them. He had to wait until the third day after taking the animagi potion, so he made some new spells and potions until the time came. When it did he concentrated harder than he had on anything before on a Black Phoenix, then flapped his wings in alarm.
-Wait a minute. wings?-
It was true, he had long black wings and fiery, determined emerald eyes. The only marking to give him away from a normal Black Phoenix would be the golden-white color at the base of each feather. Harry concentrated on being himself again and stumbled onto the floor.
-Got to work on that, can't be stumbling about when a killing curse is coming at me.-
Harry patiently got up and tried again.
The rest of the week was comparatively uneventful until Friday. Harry had been practicing his newly made spells(wandlessly) when the doorbell rang. The Dursleys had gone out for the day and Harry had planned to enjoy his time away from them. The doorbell rang again and Harry got up, ran downstairs, and opened the door.
"Hello Harry, sorry 'bout stopping by so suddenly." Nymphadora Tonks, known as Tonks, said cheerfully. "Dumbledore wanted me to tell you to 1) plan some DA lessons, 2) learn as many languages as you can (including Elvish, Gnomish, Dwarvish, etc.) because Hogwarts will be receiving quite a few transfer students, and 3) you will be going to the Weasleys to shop for your things next Friday. After which, you will be allowed to stay with them until school starts on Monday. You can use your wand to learn the languages and the Ministry won't notice. Good to see you again Harry, but I've got to get going." With that she walked a few steps and vanished with a pop.
Harry turned and walked back upstairs, ready to work on languages but still wondering exactly what was going on.
Right, so how was it? If I made any huge mistakes please tell me! I'm going to be updating ASAP, I'm kinda busy with swimming though. Be patient (if you even liked it.)