Harry was ready or so he thought. Fawkes waved one critical eye over him and said two words, "Okay fine." That was enough however. Harry smiled, and held out his hands. Fawkes - in hsi human form - shook hands with Harry. Then he waved his hand and a door appeared in the large dark chamber.
The door was unlike anything Harry had ever seen. It was humungoes in size, and completely plain smooth stone, whitish. When it opened however, it exuded a light so bright that Harry was blinded for a few minutes. He rubbed his eyes, "What the hell was that?" he asked.
"We are getting out of the time chamber now, that was merely the chamber letting us go. It's not happy about it," Fawkes said. "Its gotten used to our presence, and dare I say, the room likes you."
"Damn, artificially intelligent rooms?" Harry muttered.
They were not used to talking like this. Most of the days passed in silence as if he were a monk. No words were uttered but they communicated through their eyes as they battled each other. Now Harry was taller and stronger than he had ever been before, even when he was trained twenty four seven under Lord Voldemort.
He had also grown more reserved, and he had also shaved his head. Now he wore orange monk robes, very plain looking. "I better change if I want to go out in the real world," He said to himself.
"You better," Fawkes said. "The battle is going on right now, change fast. And wear a mask. We can't let them see you."
"Why not?"
"Are you stupid, boy? Sneakiness is the best way to attack, I thought I taught you that already."
"Hmm must have forgotten," Harry said and waved his hand over his chest. His clothing changed to something a lot cooler: leather pants, small white shirt that showed his rippling muscles, and a long black trench coat. He also conjured some sunglasses and put them on. With his bald head and changed physique, Harry doubted anybody would recognize him.
"Your scar," Fawkes said helpfully.
"Oh right," Harry said and twitched his forehead muscles. His scar dissapeared just like that. One might say it was magic.
"Now what?" Harry asked as he picked up his two swords from the floor, one white, one black. He had been training with them all these years and had grown used to them. The two swords were like an extra pair of arms, Harry couldn't bear to be parted with them.
"Wait, I want to change something in your costume," Fawkes said with a half smile. He clucked his beak and a symbol appeared on the back of Harry's trench coat.
Harry turned his neck around to look at it.
The symbol was a black and white yin yang symbol.
It looked cool.
Harry grinned and together, with Fawkes disguised as a gray phoenix, they left the room of time, left the room of requirement and entered the real world.
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The hallways were deserted, but Harry could see from the windows the battle was going on. It seemed like thousands of enemy warriors were charging at a rag tag troop of three hundred Spartans. Harry knew his world history and he took a guess at what these people might be.
"The three hundred spartan warriors?" He asked Fawkes.
"Precisely," came Fawkes's voice in his head. He hadn't spoken aloud this time.
"Okay, so what's the plan?" Harry asked.
"You think of one," Fawkes replied. "I need to help Dumbledore."
Then the bird leapt out of the window, crashing the glass, and changing to his regular red and gold coloured form. He flew toward Dumbledore, crooning the phoenix song that the necromancers hated with all their hearts.
"Damn, I guess I'll have to do this alone," Harry muttered and raced down the stairwell, the two swords clutched hand in hand. He reached the doors of the great hall and without pausing to open them - for his mind had calculated that would take three seconds longer - he slashed the doors with his sword and ran out anyway.
Speed was a big factor in his training, and he learnt that every mini second counted. So he could not waste any time in racing toward the three hundred warriors at the gates of Hogwarts, battling the something gazillion centuars.
He let out a fierce yell and jumped into the melee, sword slashing left and right.
When you are training, you imagine an opponent. When you are fighting, you think you have no opponent. That was the basic principle Fawkes had drilled into his head through his training, and it was the principle that stayed with him in this battle. He fought like there was nothing to it, like this was just another training exercise.
The centaurs and the Spartans stopped fighting as they stared in amazement at the new warrior that had come on the scene. He was obviously on the side of the light and intensely powerful it seemed.
They felt glad Harry was on their side.
The centuars felt fear course through them, despite the necromancer's evil possesive magicks that had worked their wills upon them.
Harry was a butcher, he killed everything in his path. Nothing could stop him, nothing could land a scratch on him.
He laughed out loud in amazement at the power at his finger tips. Above him Fawkes sang his song in agreement. They were both so powerful!
That ended as soon as it began as a wierd snake like thing - it was a black dragon, a mythological beast that was said to have gone extinct - sped toward Fawkes and grabbed the bird in her jaws.
The beast was snake like, a basilisk shape but with wings and completely black. Her eyes however were yellow and slit like a cat's, and her nostrils puffed out flame.
She was the most dangerous dragon that ever lived, the last of her species. Harry wondered how the necromancers could ever get hold of such a magnificent creature.
No matter, he had to destory it and very soon as well. Fawkes was by no means invincible. Harry wasn't either, no matter how much he wished it to be so. Centaurs were one thing, but mythological warrior beasts how were said to be descendants of the gods were another thing entirely.
Harry leapt into the air, using his magic to propell him off the ground, and swung his two swords in an arc at the beasts neck.
With blinding speed, the beast let go of Fawkes and bit off Harry's right arm. Blood gusted out,,. but the sword Harry had been holding - Slytherin's sword - lodged itself into the beast's neck. The beast crumpled to the ground. So did Harry as he cauterized the wound.
He had just lost his right arm.
And Slytherin's sword.
"I guess fate made my decision for me, guess it seems that I'm going to be on the side of the light now." Harry said and spat out a ball of green pleghm on the ground. He lifted up Gryfindor's white gleaming sword, and yelled out a battle cry. Then he charged back into the centuars and the three hundred spartan warriors eagerly followed him into battle.