Sorry about the long delay people, I had some things pop up, and I wanted to see who would win the poll. Which was obvious to tell you the truth, but I wanted to make sure. Hope you all like it, thanks to my beta, who I know is tired of my mistakes of a and an. lol Sorry about that.

So thanks Mordraka, here's to the awesome job so far.

Phoenix God

Harry Potter and the Midnight Phoenix

Chapter 10

Time

Over the next few days thing were quiet. Harry still secretly pondered on who killed Luna's father, but without actually being there, and since Luna wasn't there either it was useless to wonder about it at the moment. He would keep an eye and ear out though, in case someone slipped or acted suspiciously. He expected though, that Dumbledore had something to do with it, probably to send a message or something to him.

Fool, you are writing your death wish in blood old man, He thought to himself, still angry with the old man.

Pondering about certain things like killing an old man without being suspicious, maiming an old man, hanging him by his beard over the edge of the Astronomy tower, and other things involving a certain old meddling coot of an old man. The old man was interfering in his life way too much, and he absently wondered on leaving Hogwarts, but discarded it a moment later; his ancestor's would not want him to leave his own castle, they would want him to get rid of the problem. Actually problems now that he thought about it, Snape was acting way to weird over the past few days.

He actually instead of bothering Harry would ignore him, which was weird by itself, but maybe it was because he now knew that Harry was way more powerful then he could ever be in his whole lifetime. Then there was the final test, when he was called down yesterday Snape told him that he had passed barely, not that he was surprised mind you, he could do potions when a bat of a Professor was not hovering over him like he was a two year old. But back to the point, he would not look at his eyes like he usually did, he purposely avoided his eyes; maybe he knew Harry was good at Occlumency and was scared that Harry knew Legilimency, maybe he was scared that he could see his secrets and did not want him to know something, which made him wonder what was it that Snape did not want him to know?

Did he know who killed Luna's father? Or, did he kill the man himself?

If that's true he would kill Snape himself, or maybe he would ask Luna for ideas on how to torture the man himself. But he would think about it later, if it was true, that is. Right now he needed to get ready to start his day. Waving his hand, he imagined his room cleaning it's self up to what it would look like cleaned. A brief shot of pain washed through his body, making him gasp in shock, he had apparently forgotten that he was still trying to heal his inner coils. Watching as his room cleaned it's self, he was surprised when one of his familiars appeared in a black flash of fire.

Emily, flashed in looking like she had just woken up. She flew around for a couple seconds, stretching her wings, before she slowed down and landed on Harry's shoulder, her talons flexing on his shirt.

"Harry, are you ready to go to the Room?" Emily's voice sounded through his head, her voice as warm as an autumn's wind.

"In a moment Em," Harry replied, before asking Emily a question. "How long will time pass while I am in the room training, and what can I do to fix my coils, they are still healing from my magic usage a week ago in the Department of Mysteries?"

Emily looked at Harry, her plumage glowing softly in the air, before she flew over toward Harry and pecked at his lips, making him open them in reflex. Seeing what she wanted to happen, happen she cried in his mouth, her tears glowing gold in the light, instead of pearly white like Fawkes's.

As soon as the tears went down Harry's throat, he could feel them healing everything in his coils, all the damage done, was healing slowly and painfully. Everything that was destroyed and was said to take weeks if not, months, was healed in seconds. It felt so much better to feel his magic flowing through his veins again, it felt unnatural when it wasn't running through, and at last he was normal again. Testing his magic, he released his control of about 33 percent of his magic.

Immediately the room started rumbling, things were flying softly in the air, but the good thing was that he was not in any pain from using his magic. A moment later, a loud crack was heard, looking over at the mirror in his room, he saw it was cracked in the middle; the crack was going down the mirror vertically and stopped about a foot and a half down from the start. Sighing, he controlled his magic, forcing it back into the slight hold he had it in. Looking at Emily, he nodded at wrote a quick letter.

Hermione or Luna (whoever gets this first),

To whoever got this message, I will be back in two weeks. I have left my things here and will be back the day before we leave to go home, I will see you girls later, and tell Neville to take care of himself please. I'll miss you girls, take care and whatever you do, don't let Dumbledore know I've gone. Say something like I'm on the grounds, don't look him in his eyes either. I will be back when I control my magic.

Take care,

Harry James Potter.

After finishing the letter, he sealed and charmed it so no one but the girls could open it. If by some chance the old coot came in, he wouldn't be able to do anything but look at it, as he spelled it with another charm which would protect the parchment from tampering, damages, or anything else that would harm it.

Nodding, he grabbed his spare cloths, then spelling himself to smell clean and grabbed Emily's tail-feathers, disappearing in a black flame not to be seen in two weeks.

Four days later.

Walking around in a daze, Hermione, who was going towards the library to get Luna, was thinking to herself. How changed would he be when he got back, she was thinking of Harry again of course. Ever since she had came into his room to see how he was doing four days ago, where she had found his letter addressed to Luna or her. Immediately after finding the letter and reading it of course, she ran to Luna and showed her the letter, letting her read it. After she had finished they had talked, deciding it was better if they stuck together, or be with Neville, who had been told and was watching the girl's backs. Since if something were to happen to them, Harry would do a Voldemort, and kill a lot of people, except it would be more dangerous cause in Neville's opinion, Harry was a lot more powerful and dangerous then Voldemort. Anyway they were going to stick together, since they didn't trust Dumbledore or the youngest male Weasley; Ronald.

Since Harry's been gone, they both noticed the castle become darker, and more dangerous. Several people looked at them lustfully, noticing that their protector, Harry, was not there to stop them and protect them. They even caught Malfoy looking at Hermione like she was a plaything. But that was stopped when Neville, came in and glared at Malfoy, who would have normally ignored him, but was shaken with the look on Neville's face. Ever since he had gotten the Phoenix cored wand, he had became more powerful and confident, it was as if his magic was punishing him with his old wand and now it was celebrating the union of wand and core.

He had became more confident, when he stepped in front of Ron, who was walking up to them the day before, and taunting them about Potter leaving them and how he was going to take pleasure in things he was going to do to them. Before he could do anything though, Neville, walking in confidently, stepped up to him, turned him around, and punched him in the face. Ron not expecting it, was thrown off of his feet, landing on the ground in a painful heap, even more painful when both girls stomped on his manly parts, making him scream like a girl and Neville wince(as well as a few other boys). Since then a few guys had backed off, scared of Neville, who was growing up. Instead of the normal 5 foot and 7 inches, bulky frame, he had lost a little weight and had grown to an impressive 6 feet and one inch, barely shorter then Harry and an inch taller than Ron.

So the girls had taken to going to the library with Neville, who was more than happy to help, secretly crushing on Luna, who had no idea about that. Looking in the library right now, someone would find them in a corner of the library sitting around a table and laughing to each other.

"When did Harry say he would be back again, Hermione?" Neville has asked the witch, who turned to him and replied softly, while reading her book in her hands.

"In a little of a week," she paused and looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, "a week and three days, but when exactly, I have no idea."

Quiet was then heard for a few minutes, all three of them thinking how much he would be changed when he got back from wherever he was at. A moment later Neville asked the question on their minds.

"I wonder how much he will be different when he gets back, and will he be able to control he powers."

Again silence.

And more silence.

" I guess we will know when he gets back," Hermione spoke carefully, wondering to herself before she spoke again, "I'm heading to bed guys, Luna are you ready?"

She looked over to Luna, who was reading the Quibbler upside down, who responded with an affirmative after packing things up and walking toward Hermione, Neville already up and ready to go.

Walking in silence, they left the Library, and headed towards the common room of Ravenclaw, dropping Luna off and waving goodbye, before going toward their own common room. Goodnight was exchanged between the two Gryffindors, each heading up to their dormitories and going to bed.

Meanwhile at the Dursley's house.

"You understand Vernon, Petunia?" a voice said to the Dursley couple, excluding Dudley who was out somewhere with his buddies, probably bullying someone at the park, while smoking a cigarette.

"Yes." Was the reply back from Petunia, who was scared out of her mind, the stranger was looking at her hatefully and she was scared that the man who killed her and her husband (who was trying to hide behind a chair, which wasn't working to well).

"Good, first I need you to pick up Potter, bring him here, and get him mad. I need you to get him to renounce blood ties here, then I will bring you your reward after I kill him of course." The unknown man said, laughing sinisterly, imagining Potter dead at his feet. He was the same man who had killed Luna's father, and was planning on killing Potter as well.

Looking at his glacier like eyes, Petunia nodded fearfully, not caring for the brat, as far as she was concerned he needed to die, it was unnatural for the freak to live anyway, and no one would miss him.

Satisfied, he turned and left throwing a curse and destroying the living room area as a warning, then disapparated, planning on telling his lord the good news.

The Dark Lord's Manor...Latter on that night.

He was angry, ever since he had gotten back to his manor, he had been pissed. The brat had bested him, him the all mightily dark lord. People ran in fear when they saw him, cringed in fear, hearing his name, cried in hopelessness when he arrived to kill them. He was the most powerful wizard in the world, no one dared to defy him. Seeing a death eater who was useless to him, he crucio'ed the man, laughing hatefully as the man wept in fear, apologizing for something he had done wrong, which was nothing.

He just wanted to hurt someone, hear their cries, pleading for him to let them go. After a few minutes, he grew tired and stopped the curse, looking at the pitiful man in front of him, watching as two more of his man came in and grabbed him. Looking to his left, Wormtail was here, knees on the ground watching him in fear, wondering if he would be the next one.

"Fear not Wormtail, you are safe for now," he hissed softly, watching as Nagini came in, slithering across the room, before stopping back his side. Petting his most faithful pet, he looked at the worm in front of him, "Where is Jones at? He was supposed to be here by now." He hissed hatefully, promising the one called Jones pain, if he was not here in a moment.

A knock was heard a second later, granting approval to open the door, Voldemort watched at Jones, came in and bowed before stopping two feet away from him, resting on his knees, not looking at him.

"Speak." Was the simple command, promising pain if it was not good news.

"My lord, I have done your task, I've killed the loon's father, and have threatened the muggles. Potter will be in your hands soon. I ask humbly if I could deliver him to you, my lord?" The man called Jones asked, begging in the inside not to be tortured.

"Excellent, excellent, you will be awarded with the honor of retrieving Potter, do not take him lightly, he is a worthy adversary, even if I hate admitting it, more so then the old fool Dumbledore. Which reminds me, how was your secondary mission, gaining his trust to watch the house every few hours?" The dark lord, hissed in pleasure, freaking the rat out.

"Everything is going to plan my lord, I will be watching every two days, for twelve hours each time." I will most likely have the brat here by three weeks in summer holiday." He answered back finally looking into the dark lords eyes, he nodded, seeing as his lord wanted him to go and prepare, and left the room, bowing before closing the door.

"My lord?" Wormtail asked uninsured in voicing his question. "Why worry about Potter, he is not a threat?"

Immediately after finishing his question, Voldemort, crucio'ed him like never before, screaming in agony he hoped he would go insane, this was nothing like he had ever felt before. Five minutes passed, and just before he could loss his sanity, he was free of the curse.

"Never underestimate him Wormtail, he is the second most powerful wizard in the world. I can tell that he won't be a push over like he was last year. He has gained powers, I can't even imagine, but make no mistake, I will kill everything he holds dear, before finally killing him. Leave Wormtail, recover, a mission is waiting for you for later."

Watching him bow before leaving, he laughed to himself Potter would be begging for mercy, he would enjoy watching him plead for him to spare his friends, before he crushed them in front of him, but first he would torture the mudblood in front of Potter. He would enjoy listening to her screams, and Potter's desperation, and there was nothing they could do about it.

"Watch out for her Potter, soon I will have her and crush your will slowly, you will lose everything you care about." Voldemort laughed sinisterly to no one.

There you go people, there is the next chapter hope you all enjoyed it, see you all soon. I added a scene for Voldemort in case someone was wondering what am I doing with him, so that was his reaction and plans for Harry later. Hope I showed him in the dark, evil, and creepy light, if not oh well that's why it is called Fan Fiction. I hopefully will have the next chapter done in two weeks, but I can't guarantee it so here's hoping it'll happen.

Thanks to the guys and girls, who have read, reviewed, alerted, added to a C2 (think that is what it is called), favorite the story or me personal, or just said they liked the story via pm. I appreciate all the support and praises about the story.

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