Author's Note Hey everyone this Story is going to take place during Harry's Seventh year, I have decided that it is not going to be centered completely on him but on the others in the story. I have also decided that I am not going to have Dumbledore die cuz I love the old guy. So please be patient with me and tell me what you think about my story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any of its characters, J. K. Rowling does. So if you have a problem with that take it up with her.
Phoenix Rising
Chapter One: Arrival
He shifted in the shadows, his eyes catching on the eyes of those so similar to his, cold and uninterested. He smirked, a smirk that spoke of the evilness that filled his soul. They eyes of the other never flinched, instead they stayed looking into his, as if they had no fear at all.
"You know what you are to do do you not?" He asked in a low voice and the figure before him nodded.
"Then go," He told it, then added as a warning, " Do not fail me as so many others have. You may be more important but i do not tolerate failure."
"Yes m' lord," it nodded again and then sunk into the shadows and disapeared leaving no trace that it had even been there.
He thought to himself as he watched the shadow drift slowly away and then turned to Bellatrix
Lestrange, nodding to her and she quickly spun away and traveled after the figure who had recently sat there with them. She had to make plans and contact a few old, should she say, acquaintances. She smiled and then she gathered together an owl and set to finishing her task.
The new year had finally started at Hogwarts as the older students all gathered in the dining room. Each student was placed at their respectable tables with the students of their house. The houses were divided into four groups; the Ravenclaws, the Hufflepuffs, the Gryffindors, and the Slytherins. Everyone was waiting for the begining of the sorting ceremony which each year sorted the first years into the houses that they would spend the rest of their school days in.
Harry Potter sat amoung the Gryffindors, his friends Hermione and Ron surrounding him as they chatted of things that had happened over the course of the summer. It was the same as every year. They would tell of their adventures, or in Harry's case, the things he had gotten in trouble for or blamed for. He lived with his Aunt and Uncle for his parents had been killed many years ago by a man named Voldemort, the Dark Lord. But things were about to change. Even though his godfather had also been killed the last year of school, Harry was finally going to see a good part of life.
The large doors flew open and in strode Professor McGonnagal leading in the first years. The first years all glanced about their eyes filling with amazement and adoration at the sight of Hogwarts, a sight that was very new to them. Ron giggled when one of them walked straight into another one causing them both to stumble and almost cause a pileup there in the middle of the floor. The boy who had done it managed to look sheepish as he rubbed the back of his black hair with a grin on his face. He was short, not having gone through his growth spurt yet, and he managed to look cute while embarrassed.
Professor McGonnagal signaled for the children to stop as she herself walked forward to the spot where a ratty old hat sat upon a stole. After she said a few words the hat suddenly began to sing, startling some of the first years; the older students were listening to the words, well thos who cared anyway, as the few slytherins were giggling and sneering at the others. Crabbe and Goyle were lost in their own little world of laughter as everyone else was engrossed but the song soon came to a stop and the sorting was to begin.
"When I call your name please come forward so that you may be sorted into your houses." The Professor started and then she pushed the glasses higher up upon her nose and held up the list before her face.
"Daniel Abryt," She called and the young boy from earlier shrugged before walking up to her. She nodded to the stole and as he sat there with a shy smile upon his face she placed the hat upon his head. It sat there for no more then ten seconds when it shouted.
"Hufflepuff!" It yelled and he smiled before jumping down and seeming to run over to the table and up to a girl who looked to be in her fourth year there. She smiled at him and then gestured to the seat beside her and he happily took it.
"Samantha Belle, She called and a young girl with short blond hair stepped forward. She was sorted into Ravenclaw. McGonagall hurried through the list and soon all of the first years were sorted into their houses. There had been about fourteen Gryffindors, nineteen Ravenclaws, nineteen Hufflepuffs, and seventeen Slytherins in all.
Everyone was back to chattering again as they waited for Dumbledore to start the feast. He stood and tapped his spoon against his glass calling all of the attention to him. Everyone looked to him and he smiled before he looked serious again.
"I would like to welcome you all back to Hogwarts, and for the first years good luck. We have had some trouble in the last years but everything seems to be settled and all in all the years have been good. But before I start the feast I would like to introduce you to this years new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Mad Eyed Moody, as you all know there was an imposter the year of the Triwizard tournament but that has all been dealt with. One last thing is that this year we have two students who have transfered here from one of our smaller schools over in the Americas. So i would like to introduce you all to Amelia and Cecelia Gaunt." He gestered with his hand and at that moment the doors swung open to show two girls standing in the the doorway. They appeared to be twins though you had to look closely to see it.
They both walked forward their movements in sync with each other and as they pulled to a stop in front of Professor McGonagall they had identical looks upon their faces.
"You need to be sorted into your house. Which of you would like to go first?" McGonagall asked politely and one of the twins looked to her sister and nodded, her short raven hair swishing around her face as she turned and walked forward to McGonagall. She sat upon the stole and had the hat placed on her head.
"Interesting," The hat murmered as he searched her feelings.
"You are very dark, but in your heart you care for all of those around you. You have mixed feelings and are confused, but you are stronge and brave. " He murmered, though it was loud enought for those closest to him to hear.
"Gryffindor!" He suddenly shouted and everyone clapped for her, she smiled a small smile and nodded to her sister who stood there with a silent look upon her face. Then she too walked up to the stole and sat upon it. The hat was placed on her head in a matter of seconds.
"You are a cold child, you feel for no one except those that you have given the chance to trust. You are strong, like warrior and brave too," He told her these things though in a way he was talking to himself.
"You have the strength of a Gryffindor," He began again, " the heart of a Hufflepuff, the brains of a Ravenclaw," He paused then started again.
"And the Cunning of a Slytherin. You are a hard one to sort, your emotions and feelings are all mixed each of them contradicting the next.
"Your blood is pure, strong and powerful, your forefathers have made it great at this school and so show you as a SLYTHERIN!" Everyone was stunned as the thought to too twins ending up in such opposite houses but then they snapped out of it and an applause arose as the second twin made her way over to the Slytherin table. She sat next in an empty chair which was seated next to a pale-haired and pale-eyed youth.
Harry smiled at the new girl as she sat across the table from him. He studied her for a moment taking in her looks. She had hair as dark as a raven's wing and eyes as pale as frozen ice. Her hair was cut short to curve around her chin in slight layers. Her skin was an olive tone and it mixed well with her eyes which were of a narrowed sort with long thick lashes that curled giving her the look of a model.
"Hi, I'm Harry," He announced as he held out a hand to her. She glanced at him and then a small smile lit up her face as she took ahold of his hand delecately, showing that she was from a proper family.
"Hello there dear, my name is Cecelia. But you can call me Lia." She smiled and then turned her glance to Hermione and then to Ron.
"And who might you dears be?" She asked sweetly with a smile.
"Im Hermione, and he is Ron," Hermione answered her reaching out her own hand to the other girl.
"So are you guys seventh years too?" She asked shaking Hermione's hand. They all nodded and she smiled thinking that she had made some new friends.
"Ok, since you guys have been here for a long time, who are the good teachers and who are the icky-want-to-avoid teachers?" She asked and the others had to laugh.
"Well most of the professors are ok, but the one teacher that you really want to watch out for is Professor Snape, he's the head of Slytherins, and he hates Gryffindors." Harry told her. She glanced over at the table where her sister sat beside a pale-headed youth who it seemed was having a conversation with those sitting beside him.
"So, Lia, what classes are you taking this year?" Hermione asked her drawing her attention away from the Slytherins that were settled on the other side of the room enjoying their meal.
"Well I'm taking Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Transfigurations, Charms, Herbology, Divination, and I don't remember what else, I think that I may be taking flying classes, I'm not really good at flying, though my sister is amazing at it." she told them and then she picked at the chicken that was sat before her on her plate. She began to chew thoughtfully as she glanced over at her companions. She caught Ron glancing over at the other tables and then he seemed to shoot around drawing Harry's attention and then pointing to something over at the Slytherin table. Harry turned back around and glanced at the girl who was innocently eating her food.
"Wow 'Arry what are the odds of that?" Ron asked him with a small snort as he too turned back around.
"It's weird I'll say that but then again Malfoy has been one known to try and gain the upper hand." Harry replied to him and Cecelia glanced up at them trying to figure out what they were talking about.
"What's weird?" She asked them and the both looked at her.
"Our worst enemy, Malfoy, is talking to your sister, while we are talking to you." Hermione told her as she nibbled on a piece of a chocolate dessert.
"Wow that is weird, but oh well," She went to lift her fork to her mouth when she suddenly stopped.
"You said Malfoy right?" She asked and they nodded. " Is it Draco Malfoy that you are speaking of?" They stared at her before Ron busted out.
"How did you know that?"
"My father used to be an acquaintance of His father Lucius. Never did like that man, but Draco was sweet, why do you not like him?"
They all face faltered when she said that Draco had been nice, each of them giving her their own disbelieving stare.
"Draco, nice?" They all laughed but Lia gave them a glare and then sniffed.
"For your information he was. But that ass of a father of his probably changed him." She added and then they all laughed for they knew what Lucius Malfoy was like. They then continued with polite conversation while they finished their meal.
Author's Note: I hope you liked my first chapter of my new story. I will take flames cause they help me get better at my writing so please tell me what you think of my story.
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