A/N: Yes this is the other HP story I mentioned, for those of you who actually read the crap I peddle off as Fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy, read and review, flames are welcome hehe

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his world, Phoenix, Phoenix I do own.

Chapter One: It All Starts With One

"DUDE WHAT THE HELL!!!" I screamed looking around. A pair of hands gripped me by the shoulders. "Let go of me!" I shouted struggling to get free. The person holding me just tightened their grip and I could tell instantly it was a man.

I thought for a moment and then forced my body to relax and become more limp than tense. The person holding me was either really stupid or incredibly smart because the next thing they knew I had ripped myself from their grasp and kicked him in the face.

But not before I kneed him where the sun don't shine. I turned and started running. I don't know where I was running because the last thing I knew before I was here I was in a dark alleyway and now I'm in the middle of a forest, or a park.

I just started running avoiding thorny bushes and tree roots. I just ran, and ran. Now I've never been a big fan of running, never saw the point in it, but now I did. I can run, no doubt about it, but I never thought that it could ever be useful or helpful in everyday life. But now I could see why the track team enjoyed it.

My head which was spinning with thoughts earlier now seemed clearer, less foggy. I tried to tell from what I could hear and see in the moonlight where I was. Definitely not a park around where I live. There where no empty soda cans, beer bottles or chip packets anywhere… I am definitely not in San Francisco anymore.

I ran and heard my pounding footsteps muffled by the floor of rotting and decaying leaves, my steady breathing and the shouts and falls and footsteps of whoever was following. I never really got a glimpse of his face before I ran, but what I remember was brown hair, and a flash of blue eyes.

I ran, I darted around a large tree and found that the forest was thinning. I ran faster hoping that when I finally got free of the trees I could find my way easier. I ran faster almost sprinting. My steady breathing became more laboured. My footsteps became faster. My heartbeat sped up. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I ran.

My hopes were being answered. I reached the edge of the forest and I saw just a glimpse of a sprawling lawn before I was hit, hard by something behind me and I saw a flash of pale Blue light. I groaned and rolled over, to be met by the grim face of my attacker. My eyes widened and I scrambled quickly to my feet and sprinted towards where a yellow light was coming from.

I bolted towards a pair of large oak doors attached to what appeared to be a castle. I slammed my small frame into the doors and panted for a second before a beam of scarlet came flying at my head. I ducked and heard the sound of cracking wood. My eyes widened and I let out a small whimper before all I heard was the groaning ripping sound of splintering wood and the doors flew off their hinges and at my attacker.

The sound the doors made when they came off was louder than anything I've ever heard. I ducked as the wood flew over my head and my fear turned to anger as I met the eyes of my attacker. 'Focus' I thought. All of a sudden the doors froze in their place, just feet away from the man who snatched me off the street. I felt my anger welling up until it was a powerful force to be reckoned with. I flicked my hand and the doors, floating in midair, were flung to the side like pieces of paper.

I backed away slowly and the man followed. I looked into his pale blue eyes and I felt my anger, turn to rage. My straggly black hair started to fly about me in an invisible wind, my leather jacket whipping about as if in a tornado. I stalked forwards towards him and he came towards me. "Who are you and what the fuck do you want?" I hissed at him letting my rage sink into my words and flinging them at him like chips of ice.

He flinched as my words hit his ears and he looked as though he were burned. "My name is Blake Simmons, and I want to help you control your powers," he said smoothly, although I could almost taste the fear emanating from him. "I don't need help, and what right do you have to snatch me off the street and bring me here," I threw at him. Again he flinched, but this time more like I had thrown ice bergs at him. "I-," he started but he was cut off as an unearthly growl reached our ears.

I turned my head in time to see a beast running at us. I held up my hand and the beast seemed to stop in a millisecond. Freezing in midair. I turned around to look at Blake without lowering my hand, which was as steady as a rock.

"May I suggest that you get your sorry ass the hell away from here and never come near me again before I set him loose?" I asked coolly motioning to the beast held in my grip. He didn't need to be told twice and turned and ran towards the gate that I just noticed was beside the forest. I shook my head and sighed. I felt my power start to dissipate so I thought it might be a good idea to move the beast into the forest I just came from.

I waved my hand and slowly the beast lifted into the air and over towards the forest. I thought about moving him toward the heart of the forest and gently placed him down on the ground in the centre of the forest. And sighed, a wave of exhaustion hitting me in the face. I stumbled a little up the steps heading into the light and warmth that was a gigantic foyer. I didn't have enough time to check how I looked before I almost fell over from exhaustion.

I heard a large clattering of what sounded like a lot of people having dinner through a pair of large oak doors. I stumbled my way over towards them. And with my last ounce of strength, I pushed them open. I caught a glimpse of a sea of people, a high ceiling room and a man with a lot of silver hair and blue eyes before I collapsed onto the hard grey stone. Black.