Prologue

In a time of war our Founders' bloodlines shall resurface,
When the legacy of the disgraced heir threatens to tear the world apart
Four of Founders line will stand, and at their side the Four generals.
They will stand against the disgraced heir.

Of the line of Gryffindor:
He shall be Born of Fire
And his consort shall be the sister of Hufflepuff.

Of the line of Hufflepuff
He shall be Born of Earth
And his consort shall be of Ravenclaw.

Of the line of Ravenclaw
She shall be Born of Air
And her consort shall be of Hufflepuff.

Of the line of Slytherin
He shall be Born of Water
And his consort shall be of noble blood.

The remaining two Generals
Shall be he of the plants
And she of the faeries,
Each consort to the other.

Their friendship shall bring the end of the darkness.

Or the World will be destroyed in Hellfire.

'P,

They stood between the legions of darkness and the gates of the sanctuary, the greatest of the light, eight friends who remained as the world's only hope.

They stood in a line, their leader at the center, a man with black, messy hair, green eyes and a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. He was known as The-One-Who-Lived, The-Chosen-One, destined to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort. With the aid of his friends he had fought this war, and now they stood, at the beginning of the end, the last hope.

This is their story

Let the Phoenix Cycle Begin

'P,

Harry walked past the many compartments full of chattering students to the very end of the train; where he found one that was nearly empty, save for a lone first year boy, engrossed in a thick book.

The boy looked up at the sound of the compartment door opening, and then smiled, saying "You can sit here if you want, as long as you don't mind some more people sitting with us, I'm supposed to meet up with someone and he may bring a few other people." He paused for a moment before saying "I'm Kishan, by the way, Kishan Parekh."

When Harry introduced himself, Kishan frowned for a few seconds, as if he was trying to remember something, but then seemed to change his mind, muttering something that sounded like "check later," before returning to his book.

Harry put his trunk away, then returned his attention to the other boy. Kishan was a dark brown haired boy whose light copper skin and faint accent –despite being almost nonexistent – instantly identified him as Indian. The book he was reading was titled Prominent Pureblood Families of The Last Century, and the pile next to him were Modern Methods –A Guide to Wizarding Customs, Hogwarts, A History and The Magicians Nephew.

Just then, the compartment door opened and the youngest redheaded boy entered the compartment. "Hi Ron," said Kishan, standing to greet him, "I was worried you wouldn't find the compartment I was in."

"We agreed to meet in the last compartment; I'd be a complete idiot if I couldn't find you," answered the redheaded boy – Ron – with a slight smile.

Kishan grinned, saying "Ron, this is Harry, Harry this is Ron."

Harry stood to shake the hand Ron offered as he introduced himself "Ron Weasley," he said. This time when Harry introduced himself, there was an obvious reaction; Ron's jaw dropped in surprised and stared for a few seconds.

Kishan hesitated before saying "Guys, I'm clearly missing something here, could either of you please tell me why Ron is so surprised." Ron gathered himself enough to explain to Kishan all about how Harry had defeated Voldemort. Kishan was astounded, that Harry could survive an unstoppable curse cast by a powerful Dark wizard, and that Harry seemed so normaldespite what Ron had told him.

Ron had managed recover completely from the shock now and, noticing that Harry was getting uncomfortable with the current topic, changed the subject saying "Kishan, there were some other first years who wanted to share a compartment with us, do either of you two mind?" when they both said no, Ron left the compartment briefly and returned with a few other people.

When he re-entered the compartment, he froze and started to turn around to stop the others from entering, realizing the compartment was too small for everyone to fit, but just then the train began to pull out of the station, causing Ron to trip and fall, hitting his head on a part of the wooden paneling of the compartment.

As Ron stood up, rubbing his head where it had hit the compartment wall, the square of wood panel he had hit began to glow. They all watched in shock as the compartment tripled in size, now easily capable of fitting all of them. It was Ron who spoke first "What the bloody hell just happened?"

'P,

Once they had deduced that the change in the compartment was due to a spell left behind by a former student, and they had all settled down, Ron decided to start the introductions, and because Harry seemed to be very uncomfortable about everything, he did it in such a way that he would go last. After Blaise Zabini, Hannah Abbot, Terry Boot, Daphne Greengrass, Ernie Macmillian, Padma Patil, Tracey Davis and Susan Bones had all introduced themselves, it was Harry's turn.

The reactions were all variations of Ron's, and it took Kishan and Ron quite a while to get everyone to calm down, but once they were quieted, normal conversation started again - as normal as it could get, with eleven witches and wizards on their way to a school of magic. It was Ernie who started the conversation, by asking Harry what his Quidditch team was. It was through this that Kishan and Harry were introduced to the world of Quidditch, as described by Ernie while Ron and Blaise bemoaned the Chuddley Cannons latest defeat in the background.

The conversation broke up into groups afterward, as the girls weren't as eager to discuss Quidditch as the boys were, and Harry, Kishan and Ron began to talk about their families. "I'm the sixth of seven," said Ron, "five older brothers and a younger sister, which means I hardly ever get anything new. I have Charlie's old wand, Bill's old robes, and Percy's old rat - Scabbers." He gestured to the old cage next to his trunk on the luggage rack. "It also means that if I do anything, it won't really matter because someone else has already done it."

Harry, who hadn't spoken as much as everyone else decided to cheer him up by telling him about how his life at the Dursleys was. When Ron still seemed a bit doubtful, Kishan assumed it was because his other statement, of not getting any recognition, hadn't been addressed. "Ron, I don't think it will matter to your family that something you've done has been done by your brothers. From what I've seen when I met you at Diagon, they'll celebrate regardless."

When Ron began to argue, Kishan cut him off saying, "If you're still worried about it then the best thing you could do would be to work hard to do better than any of them had done before. I guarantee that if you do that you'll outshine them all." Ron, now fully reassured, asked Kishan "what about your family, we've talked about ours, it's your turn now."

Kishan had expected to be asked this question, and had planned what to say in advance. Hopefully he could remember it. "I'm adopted," Kishan began, "I always knew I was, but neither I nor my parents knew that my birthparents were magical, not until Professor McGonagall showed up with my Hogwarts letter." Kishan paused "Actually that's not completely true. They did know, they had even met my birth parents, but they had their memories modified for their own safety, the moment they saw my Hogwarts letter it all came pouring back. Professor McGonagall said that the letter had been included in the spell as a trigger, because there were important things I had to be told. Turns out that my real name is Kaeden Broadmoor, and my birth parents arranged it so that I would have a blood adoption, which means that I would take on a similar appearance to my new parents."

After taking a few moments to process this, Harry asked what they should call him, to which Kishan responded that he was used to being called Kishan so he was going to stick with that. Then Ron asked if he knew anything else about his parents.

"McGonagall told me they were killed near the end of the first war, and that I probably have a vault at Gringotts, but I'm only going check that out after the year is over. I am trying to find out more, that's why I got these books," he gestured to the book on pureblood families and to Modern Methods.

There was a lull in the conversation as they all tried to think of something further to say, but at that moment there was a knock on the compartment door, and the round faced boy Harry had seen at the platform walked in.

"Has anyone seen a toad," he asked. When they shook their heads his shoulders slumped, "I've lost him; he keeps getting away from me."

"Did you ask the prefects for help?" said Susan.

"Yes, but they said a silly little toad wasn't important enough for them to be bothered," the boy now looked close to tears.

The others now looked surprised, and slightly angry. "Come on; let's go find a prefect who will actually do their job," said Ernie, getting up, and, after a few seconds of silent discussion, Padma, Tracey Davis and Terry Boot went with them.

While the others were waiting for them to return, the compartment door opened again and the boy Harry had met in Madam Malkin's walked in.

"I heard that Harry Potter was in this compartment," he said "So it's you is it?"

"Yes," said Harry, now looking at the two boys who had followed him in. They were both built along the lines of gorillas, and standing on either side of the boy, they looked like bodyguards.

"Oh, this is Crabbe, and this is Goyle," he said, gesturing carelessly at them "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron gave a slight cough which may have been hiding a snicker. Malfoy looked at him.

"Think my names funny, do you?" he said "No need to ask who you are; my father told me that all Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." Ron and the others made to stand up, but sat back down at a gesture from Harry.

"I think you'll learn soon enough that you shouldn't associate with the wrong sort of people," Malfoy offered his hand; "I can help you there."

Harry didn't shake his hand; instead saying "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are myself, if you don't mind."

Malfoy looked angry at this, and he and his bodyguards seemed about to do something in retaliation, but the others stood up to back Harry up and they instantly retreated, shocked, looking around as if seeing the others for the first time, in fact Harry got the impression that they hadn't been able to even see the size of the compartment, in the very same way that the muggles couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron. They left quickly, passing the Ernie and the others as they returned.

"The prefects found Neville's toad quite easily," he said, "They just had to cast a spell and Trevor came zooming round the corner, they even made it so that Trevor wouldn't be able to go far away or get into danger." Neville was beaming, and his face only brightened when they asked him to sit with them.

When he first sat down, he yelped and looked around, suddenly being able to see the real size of the compartment, but after a while he relaxed, and was soon hesitantly participating in the conversations.

"That reminds me," said Ron as the conversation turned to houses. Turning to Kishan he said "I've thought about our discussion at Diagon, and I've decided that I agree with you, but not completely, because there will people in Slytherin who still believe that idea about their house being enemies with all the others, and would probably do everything they can to keep it that way."

Harry had a look of confusion on his face, "Guys, I'm lost, what's this about?"

"Oh, sorry Harry, we forgot to tell you about that." said Kishan, "what happened was that Ron and I ran into this guy at Diagon, I think his name was Nott, after McGonagall had left me with Ron's family, she had to go deal with some problem at Olivander's, some kid had turned the desk into a lion. Anyway, Nott acted like a complete prat, calling Ron and his brothers Gryffindor losers, trying to convince me to join him instead, convinced he was better because he was destined to be a Slytherin. So after he had walked off, I asked Ron what that was all about, and he explained to me all about the houses, and how there's this huge rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Then Ron said something about Slytherins all being bad people, and I said that all of them couldn't possibly be bad, or they would have just removed the house altogether. There was a lot more to it, but that was just arguing." Kishan paused, then said "though I'm sure Ron only stopped arguing because he was so shocked after we found out that Merlin was a Slytherin." Ron grinned and made to swing at his head, but Kishan ducked and they all laughed.

'P,

Harry and Ron had volunteered to find the snack trolley, and were about to reenter their compartment when they were confronted by a bushy haired girl with rather large front teeth.

"Has anybody seen a toad," she asked, "a boy named Neville has lost one."

"Yeah, we did, some friends of ours just helped him find it," said Ron, gesturing towards the compartment. "You can join us if you want," he said this with just the slightest bit of awkwardness, but nobody seemed to notice.

"Oh," she said, glancing into the compartment. "Thank you," what she said next surprised them. "But how on earth did you make your compartment big enough to fit so many people?"

'P,

Once they had explained to the girl, whose name turned out to be Hermione Granger, how they had found the spell on their compartment (much to Ron's embarrassment) they all settled down once again and conversation resumed. When it was announced that they would be arriving at Hogwarts soon, the boys all left the compartment so that they and the girls could change into their Hogwarts robes.

As they made their way off the train, Harry heard Hagrid's deep rumble calling all first years to him. He led them down a path towards the school and they all gasped when the school came into view. It was a wonderful thing, with many towers and turrets, all against the backdrop of a starry night sky. Hagrid led them to the shore, where a small fleet of boats awaited them.

Harry, Ron, Kishan, and Hermione all got into a boat. When all the boats, save one, were full, Hagrid got into the lead boat and said loudly, "Forward!" and at that word, the boats began to cross the lake. When they reached the natural harbor on other side, Hagrid stepped up to the door to the harbor and knocked three times.

'P,

A/N:Edit:Chapter edited to break up the paragraphs into more manageable sizes. The expanding compartment was inspired by a scene from whydoyouneedtoknow's epic series, the dangerverse.

Until next time.

Nox