I am going to say this once, and once only. I Do NOT own Harry Potter or any recognized characters in this story. I only own my OCs that are made specifically for this story. Also, I deleted all the view counts, they were taking up too much of my time. Also, if any point of this confuses you, PM me or review, i will say in next chapter, edit it or pm you.


"regular speech"

'thoughts'

'Thought-projected words'

Chapter 1 – Old Endings

-After Harry kills Voldemort—

"Ha-"

Harry could faintly make out a voice, as if from a distance. After all, who could survive throwing themselves off of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry?

"Har-"

There it was again, was somebody lost? Was there anybody in danger?

"Harry!"

That name was familiar. Wait, was that not his name? Yes, he was Harry Potter. But wait, if he was still alive, surely Vol—Harry's thoughts trailed off, he was too disturbed by the thoughts that Voldemort might have survived.

"Potter!"

This time Harry decided he would reply.

"I heard you the first time! Give me a break; I'm sure I must have broken most of my body jumping off Hogwarts. That and I almost died!" Harry snapped viciously towards the location of the voice.

"Almost? Harry my poor lost lamb; I am afraid almost in not quite the description that I would give, given the current situation. You are in 'Malthazar, Plane of Spirit'" the voice sneered the first word although it became understanding towards the end.

"Then why a—Oh I didn't survive the fall, did I?" Mid-sentence, Harry realised he was dead although he decided it was best to confirm his thoughts.

"My dear Harry I'm afraid I can not answer that but I do have a request for you, assuming you would help me that is" The voice seemingly taunted Harry with this request.

"And just what do I get out of this? In case you had forgotten, I'm dead!" Harry was getting angry now, all because he was talking to a voice he was not even sure was real

"That is kind of the point Harry." The voice was straight to the point this time. This left Harry confused, why would anybody want to contact the dead? Unless… Harry was lost in thought when there was a flash of pink light seemingly emitting from a young woman who had not been there when he first looked around. Surprisingly, this woman looked oddly familiar… like a certain pink haired auror Harry knew… that's it!

"T- T- Tonks? Nymphadora Tonks? Is that you?" Harry was certain that this woman standing before him was Tonks but was shocked by the reply.

"No Harry. I am not Nymphadora although I have met her. She merely shares this form's identity with me. You see, Nymphadora too has died. While she was little she caught a horrible disease that caused her heart to stop pumping the blood around her body and died. But like you, she came here. It has been almost 10 years since I have had any company here" The voice, now clearly identified as this woman's explained in a shallow amount of detail. Harry then realised Tonks had died. It was Riddle. Riddle caused the war that claimed so much of his family and so many lives of innocents and even muggles.

'How is this even possible?' Harry quickly thought but asked out loud who the woman was.

"In response to your questions—"

"I only asked one though" Harry quickly intercepted the woman. The woman quickly glared at Harry with enough force, it would make a dragon squirm and flee.

"As I was saying, in response to your questions—"

"I only asked you ONE question… what is your NAME?" Harry argued angrily. Before continuing, the woman cast a small, what Harry thought to be a silencing charm, at him before restarting yet gain what she had been saying moments before. Harry couldn't move his mouth to interrupt this time so he just decided to listen to what the woman had to say.

"As I was trying to say before you so rudely interrupting me, this is possible because Death owed me a favour and I specifically asked for you, Mister Potter. Although I must emphasise how rude you are, I am currently convinced that you are indeed the correct being needed for the tasks I am requesting of you. Even though I am unable to reward you, will you help me out of the goodness of your heart?"

Harry put on his best puzzled expression while he began to think hard about the matter at hand. Harry was getting older and this beautiful woman was standing less than 10 metres away from him and he could definitely think up at least one reward…

"I will help you reward or not. I have done it for everyone back home, why stop now?" Harry thought how lonely he was while back alive, at Hogwarts and even at the Dursley's. There was no more Sirius Black. Poor Padfoot got Killing Cursed by Bellatrix LeStrange through the Veil. Killed then completely destroyed. Then of course, there were his parents. He was too young to remember them properly when they were killed by Lord Voldemort. Heck, he even loved Dumbledore and was mortified when Snivellus performed the killing curse on the only other wizard up to par with Riddle. His uncle figure Remus Lupin, Moony. Also dead. Hopefully he could join them all soon but that left another issue; his friends and people he considered to be family back home. Hermione Granger, the Weasley's. He couldn't really include anybody else in that list except maybe the Longbottoms and the Lovegoods. Well Luna anyway, he didn't really trust her father. It was then that Harry noticed his bland surroundings. Had there been any other colour other than black, white and every shade in between, the garden he was in might have been the ancestor of all beauty. Harry was snapped out of his thoughts by a trill of laughter, a melodious sound, coming from none other than the mysterious woman in front of him.

"I still have not even told you my name yet you are willing to trust me? You are a truly remarkable young man Harry." The woman stated matter of factly. "Still rude though," She joked and continued "I am sure I might just be able to find you a reward after all, but not the way you were thinking of" she finished with a wink. Harry's face became a pure shade of pink as he stammered his reply

"Wh- what? N- no, I- I don't n- need a re- reward. I- I a- am f- fine"

"Do not worry young Mister Potter, your secret is safe with me" She sent another wink in his direction and Harry tried to hide his face in his clothing. "However, where are my manners? I am Cassandra, Elder of the Phoenix. You are Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the boy-who-died but also the boy-who- killed-Voldemort. I think we could add a new title in there somewhere though, the boy who went as pink as my rose bush. I must agree with you, titles are most annoying and bring unwanted attention at times but are necessary at other times as well. But we must move on towards more pressing matters, such as the tasks I have prepared for you. You have agreed to help me and I have agreed to find a suitable reward for you and you WILL take your reward or I WILL have to deal with you, personally."

"You can't be Elder Phoenix, you don't look older than 20!" Harry blurted out after she had finished.

"Do not forget that all phoenixes get reborn after we die. It helps us with our appearances, but yes. You are correct. I am at my equivalent of my 23rd year. When phoe-" She paused before deciding she could trust him with this not well known information. "When a Phoenix dies it is like we get born anew. Our bodies become like that of us years before." She explained to Harry.

"What is the task I must do then, Lady Cassandra?" Harry replied cautiously yet respectfully. Cassandra looked at Harry and choked back her amused laughter at his use of her formal title that she only used in pressing matters such as a phoenix' ashes getting scattered.

"Firstly, I need you to search out a little phoenix in the forest," She paused to indicate to a forest at her left side, Harry's right. "and bring her to me. I will then assign your second task." At Harry's worried expression, she continued " Do not worry, all you have to do is call out my name and I shall find you."

"Now Off you go." She finished and chased Harry off like he was a stray cat stealing out of her bins.