Not mine, Someday maybe, but right now I'm just Using and Abusing. I got a new muse for this one! He's pretty damn good, I'm already on Ch 5, and I just started this thing at noon today! (6/23/07)

Please review! So I'll know whether or not to post the other four chappies, and If you review I'll have time to take in your suggestions and make the fic better before it get's too far away.

If this seems weird, it's because I have no clear set plan for how this is supposed to go, it's actually all a daydream i had this morning. and then I was soaking in my tub listening to CeCe Winans' Alabaster Box album and I just started writing this down. So thank her, AND Me, and Daisuke (my muse) for this.

Ch 2.

Harry awoke, expecting pain. But to his everlasting surprise he found himself surrounded by a white field of pure magick. He could tell that's what it was because something whispered it into his mind.

He touched it and it seemed to get happy because it spun around him, lifting him up and flowing through him. He likened it to a child; pure, innocent. He began to wonder what was going on, when a Dementor came rushing into the room.

His magick darkened, as if angry, and struck out at the foul creature. The Dementor was encased in a bubble and set afire.

Harry was grateful that the bubble seemed to be blocking out the sound, because he was sure that the Dementor was screaming in agony.

Hundreds of white orbs flew from the Dementor, and a few of them were gathered by the magick still surrounding Harry. The magick was now a radiant gold, darkened from it's pure white.

The magick broke the orbs open, like an otter would an oyster, and sucked up the white smoke that came out. Harry watched it do this over ten times before it forced out a pearly white orb that zipped off, out of Azkaban and out of this world.

Harry could still see the smoke, spreading through the magick like a disease, white against the Dark bronze it had become.

The voice whispered into his mind, 'It's learning. It wants to know as much as possible, to help us.' Harry was now sure that his magick was sentient, and that when he left, he would be powerful.

The Dementor suddenly ceased to exist and te bubble expanded to encompass Harry's entire cell. The magick, now back to it's bright, brilliant white, receded into Harry's skin, back into his soul.

Once more, icy Fire raced through Harry's veins, only this time, he could hear voices whispering spells, Potions directions, instructions, and secrets.

He passed out again, and the magick hovered above his skin; changing him, augmenting his body to handle the greater flows of magick that were coming even now.

Outside of Harry's soundproofed cell, the Dementors all over the prison were screaming in pain as they felt one of their own die. The message was clear, and it flashed through their minds from the Queen herself; 'Harry Potter is not to be harmed, he is to be avoided at all cost.'

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Harry awoke, two days after the incident with the Dementor, to find himself levitating over his bed. He gasped and fell, only to have the bed explode around him.

Harry scuttled into a corner and clutched at his head, hot tears pouring down his face as he felt little drunk gnome's dance a jig in his skull.

His nose began to bleed and he could feel his skin heat up. The little voice whispered that wizards with this much power required a familiar. He sat up, despite the pounding of his head and the burning of his skin, and touched the Blood pouring out of his nose.

He instantly knew how to create a familiar because he had no access to an animal to make his; and even if he did there wasn't enough time for the bond to grow. So he would make one and the bond would be there and strong from the moment of creation.

He mixed the Blood with his tears and held it in the palm of his hand. He felt his magick surge forward, with his intention.

The Blood and tears multiplied rising from his hand, suspended by his magick. It multiplied even more and grew large, until it was the size of Hagrid's head.

It suddenly morphed, turning bright Silver and changing shape. Harry's last thought before he succumbed to the harsh pull of unconsciousness, was that whatever it was, he would love it.

Harry groaned and rolled over, only to find himself still sitting in the corner of his cell. He moved and found himself to be in pain. He began to wonder if he dreamed the process with the Blood.

He looked around himself and found himself to be lying in a pool of dried Blood, he was caked in it too.

Something moved, and his eyes darted to the splintered remnants of his prison bed. He watched as a magnificent white and Silver Phoenix climbed up and sauntered over to him.

The Phoenix was all white, with Silver eyes, beak, legs, feet, talons, and a thin trail of Silver at the ends of it's tail feathers. The tips of the wings were also Silver. Harry smiled and reached out a hand to pet the Phoenix when it opened it's mouth and let loose a cry.

The song that poured from the Phoenix touched something within Harry and he felt his pains disappear. He sat up straighter and the Phoenix hopped into his lap and snuggled in.

"Wow, you're pretty affectionate." his voice came out hoarse so he coughed and cleared it before stroking the happy Phoenix.

"Well, I'll have to give you a name. Hmm, how about Antares?" the Phoenix trilled, accepting the name.

"Well then Antares." Harry started, but was cut off by the voice telling him al about the properties of a familiar made with one's own Blood. Harry could see through Antares' eyes at any given time and that Antares was good for spying on others.

"Wow, you can huh? Let's test it out." Harry concentrated and was given a mental image of the inside of his robe where Antares head was located.

"Wicked." Harry said, his voce getting used to speaking. Before Harry could do anything he was sucked into a vision.

"I will summon our brethren. I will have that precious artefact! And with it, more power! Lucius! You will lead an attack on Diagon Alley! Bellatrix, you will lead an attack on Hogsmeade. Rodolphus! You will head the attack on the Ministry! That should keep the order of fools busy while I head to retrieve the cup of Ravenclaw."

The Death Eater's apparated out to began the attack.

"I'm sorry boy, but I need you to do something. I need you head off Voldemort. I need you find and bring back the cup of Ravenclaw. Can do that for me boy?" Harry asked. Antares trilled a soft note and dipped his head before disappearing in a plume of Silver Fire.

Harry waited, and while he waited he looked through Antares' eyes.

Antares appeared inside an elaborate tomb, that was brightly lit. he looked around, and spotted the sarcophagus that held the body of Rowena Ravenclaw. Antares looked around again and found an alcove that held a bejeweled golden cup.

The cup radiated with magick and Antares grabbed it in his beak. The left wall of the mausoleum exploded, and Death Eater's rushed in, quickly followed by Voldemort.

Antares trilled a muffled song and was gone in the same plume of Silver Fire that he had gotten there with.

Harry came back to himself just an Antares appeared with the cup in his beak.

"Good boy! That was a great job Antares!"

"Do I get a Scooby snack?" a sarcastic voice resounded in his head.

"What the Hell?" Harry said jumping up.

"Oops. Well, I guess our bond is complete, then. Cool."

"What's going on?"

"When a Wizard and his familiar bond completely, it heightens the magick as well as strengthens the bond even more."

"Alright. Now I have to figure out what Voldemort wanted with Rowena's cup." Harry sat down and looked at the cup intently. Antares flew over and sat on his shoulder. Suddenly Harry was ripped from his body and flung into the goblet, Antares still on his shoulder.

He appeared in a great library, rows upon rows of books filled the room that rivaled the size of the great hall.

A woman approached him and he felt his mouth gape.

"Hello, and welcome to the Ravenclaw library."

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