Avian Anarchy
by Teddylonglong

All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling or Disney, and I am not earning anything by writing this story. I am merely borrowing the characters to play with them.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.

Warnings: Completely AU, partly OOC, magically powerful Harry. Dumbledore/Weasley bashing.

'I am sorry, Harry,' Hedwig thought to him, as they hurried to follow the Potions professor, who strode towards the headmaster's office in a fast speed. 'That was me. I pushed him out through the bond. I am sorry. Please make him and the headmaster swear a wizard's oath and tell them the truth about me. Tell Professor Snape that I wish to exchange a few words with him in private. With you as my translator of course.'

=May I bite him?= Paws barked, as he ran ahead, following the professor on his heels.

#No Paws, please behave yourself, or they'll kick you out of Hogwarts.# Hedwig bet Harry to a response.

'Exactly,' he thought to the canine. 'I like Hogwarts so far, and I don't wish to return to the North Pole yet, even if it's my home now and a wonderful one.'

Turning back to him, Paws waggled his tail and gently licked his hand in silent promise.

HP

Harry quietly followed the professor into the headmaster's office. The old wizard was sitting behind his desk, apparently engrossed in some parchment. He motioned them to sit down, and while Harry took a seat as far away from Snape as possible, Hedwig flew over to a perch, on which a fellow phoenix was seated. His colour was different from Hedwig's though.

'This is Fawkes. He's a fire phoenix and the headmaster's familiar,' Hedwig thought to him, causing Harry to look at the beautiful bird in amazement.

"Severus and Harry." Professor Dumbledore looked up in apparent surprise. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"This is not a social visit. Potter saw fit to attack me during class."

#Harry did no such thing. Snape attacked his mind, and Harry merely kicked him out.#

Harry was just about to translate, when the fire phoenix trilled something to the headmaster.

Dumbledore leaned forward. "Did I understand it correctly that Professor Snape used Legilimency on you and you kicked him out with the help of your phoenix familiar?"

Harry glanced at Hedwig. "I am sorry, sir. I don't know what Legilimency is; however, Professor Snape tried to attack my mind. The next thing I knew was that he was thrown backwards. My phoenix told me afterwards that she kicked him out through our bond." He shrugged, helplessly.

"Then his phoenix must have also helped him answer my questions I suppose." The professor's mouth stretched to a sneer. "I asked him a couple of questions, and he was able to answer every single one, even those which are clearly not first-year material."

"Just for your information, sir. I was up at four o'clock this morning and read through the book 'Powerful Potions for Poorly Performing Pupils', which I found on a shelf in the common room. Every single question Professor Snape asked was in the book."

"That was very well done then, my boy. Ten points to Slytherin." The headmaster's eyes were twinkling in apparent amusement. "Now if that's all…"

Rolling his eyes in apparent annoyance, the Slytherin head left the room in a huff.

"Now Potter, if you believe…"

'Ask him for a conversation in private.'

"Professor, could we perhaps speak in private for a few minutes?" Harry's voice was soft and pleading, and Snape cast him a surprised look.

He glanced at his wrist-watch and nodded. "Very well, Potter, but do not think that I'm going to believe everything and allow you or your pets to try manipulating me."

"That's fine, sir."

'Are you sure that I can tell him?' he thought to Hedwig, who quickly reassured him. 'Tell him and ask him to cast the spell that makes him understand me. If he doesn't know it, I'll teach you, and you can teach him.'

Harry inwardly grinned, as he followed the professor through the corridors, which were still empty, as the last morning class was not over yet.

Finally, they entered the professor's office, and Snape motioned him to take a seat.

"Professor, I'm sorry, but would you be willing to swear a wizard's oath that you won't give away my phoenix' secret?"

The teacher's glare intensified, before he replied in an icy voice. "You imbecile. Why would a professor swear a mere first-year a wizard's oath? Get out of here! Now!"

'Ask him if my eyes remind him of someone.'

"Perhaps because my phoenix' eyes should remind you of someone." With that, Harry fled, leaving an upset but hopefully pensive Potions master.

HP

Severus inwardly sighed in relief, as the door closed behind the boy and his good-for-nothing pets.

"Fifty points from Slytherin." 'And yes, I don't care that it's from my own house for once. What an imbecile,' Severus thought. 'The boy is at least as bad as his father, fighting with me on his first day of classes at that, only to demand that I swear him a wizard's oath. This is ridiculous.'

He had noticed that the phoenix' eyes were of the same emerald green as Lily's eyes had been. 'Perhaps Petunia told him about my relationship with Lily,' he wondered. 'But why would she do such a thing? She always hated magic and despised Lily and me, ever since I told Lily that she was a witch.' He remained pensive for a few minutes, before he recalled that lunch was going to commence soon and that Minerva and Poppy were going to come after him if he missed the meal. Letting out a deep sigh, he strode towards the Great Hall, thinking that the following seven years could possibly even top his fifth Hogwarts year, his worst year so far.

HP

The afternoon classes passed uneventfully, and after the last class, Harry and Draco headed out onto the grounds, closely followed by Neville and Paws.

"We're going to watch from the Slytherin stands, won't we, Paws?"

The canine looked up at the boy and protested loudly.

=I'm going to sit in the front of Harry's broom.=

Looking back in amusement, Harry quickly translated for Neville, only to inform the puppy, "I don't think that doggies are allowed to fly with the students. Please don't make a scene in front of the Quidditch captain, as I'd really want to play on the house team."

Marcus was already waiting for them, holding out two of the school brooms. A professor was standing next to him, and Marcus introduced her as Madam Hooch, the Flying instructor, before he told them, "Potter and Malfoy, get onto the brooms and show us how you fly."

#I shall be watching from the tree over there.# With that, Hedwig made her way to a nearby oak tree.

"Paws, please remain with Neville," Harry instructed the puppy.

He eagerly boarded the broom and had just taken off, when something jumped up at him and nestled between his chest and his arms in front of him.

"Paws!" Harry was torn between annoyance and amusement.

"Come Potter, you chicken."

Glaring at Draco, who was already up in the air, Harry sped up and followed his friend, sending a telepathic message to Paws to hold on tightly.

After a few minutes of flying, Marcus seemed pleased by their performance and released a Snitch.

'I can help you catch that thing.'

'You will not do anything but keep quiet and hold on tightly, or I will land on the ground and kick you off.'

'Kay.'

With that, Harry concentrated on catching the Snitch, and three minutes later, he smiled happily, as he held the struggling ball in his hand.

"Very good. Let it free again." Marcus sounded ecstatic.

Harry obeyed, only to catch it again a few minutes later. They played six Seeker scrimmages, of which Harry won all six, before Marcus called them down.

"Potter, do you agree to become the Seeker for our team?"

"I'd like that." Harry grinned broadly, and Paws, who had jumped off the broom shortly before Harry landed, happily jumped up and down against his legs. "Me, not you and me," Harry informed the puppy.

Paws let out a few growls, before he began to bark. =When you fly, I fly.=

While Marcus spoke with Draco about the Chaser's position, Harry and Paws had a small discussion about flying for a house team, before Harry sighed in exasperation.

"Marcus, may Paws fly with me?"

The Quidditch captain shrugged. "If he tightly holds on to the broom, so that he won't fall, I don't care, but perhaps we should ask the professor."

Harry shook his head. "He hates me with a passion, and I don't even know why."

"He will get to like you. For each game we win, the players receive ten snakes each."

"Perhaps he won't even allow Harry to play, considering that he will have to skip the first-year rule," Draco said, giving Harry a pitying look.

"We'll see about that." Marcus cast the boys a reassuring look. "Professor Snape takes the Quidditch cup quite seriously, and he will want the best players to be on the team. Potter, you're the best Seeker I have seen ever since coming to Hogwarts. I'll speak with the professor."

HP

"Severus, are you feeling all right?" Minerva eyed her Slytherin colleague in concern. "I just saw that you took fifty points off your own house."

The Potions Master's face took on a pained expression. "My worst nightmare has come true. Potter. And to make things worse, he's one of my snakes."

"He seems to be a very nice and polite boy. What happened?"

"He demanded that I should swear him a wizard's oath to keep his pet phoenix' secret, and then he convinced Marcus to make him the team's Seeker in spite of being a first-year."

"No Severus." Rolanda contradicted vehemently. "Marcus insisted that he wanted Harry as Seeker and Draco as Chaser in spite of being first-years. He told me that the only problem was you, because you insisted on the first-year rule."

"We did not even discuss the matter." Albus sounded surprised.

"What is there to discuss? Potter is just like his father, demanding on the first day of classes that we bend the rules for him."

"Severus, if I understood this correctly, Mr. Potter is not demanding anything. I see, however, no reason to not bend the first-year rule if it gives Slytherin a chance to possibly win the Quidditch cup after many years."

"Albus!" Minerva glared at the headmaster. "Gryffindor could also use a good Seeker."

"Too bad that Potter is in Slytherin then."

"I watched him flying, and he's brilliant." Rolanda gave Minerva a pitying look.

"Severus, are you sure that you don't want Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy on the Quidditch team?" The headmaster leaned forward, giving Severus a sharp look.

Severus let out a deep sigh. "Frankly speaking, I don't care. I just want to have nothing to do with Potter. He is an arrogant, attention seeking brat. On the other hand, the Slytherin team is in dire need of good players."

"Will you inform Marcus, or do you want me to speak with him?"

"I shall speak with him. Thank you, Rolanda."

"You're welcome, and I'm looking forward to see Slytherin play this year."

Minerva noticed that a tiny smile appeared on the Potions master's lips. She inwardly groaned, as her hopes of winning the Quidditch cup lessoned considerably. 'If Harry is as good as Rolanda said, my team won't have a chance,' she thought in annoyance, even if she felt outright happy for the boy to be able to play on the team.

"The funny thing was that his dog insisted on flying with him." Rolanda chuckled in apparent amusement, causing Minerva to gasp.

"They flew together on one broom?" she asked, incredulously.

"Yes, the dog was sitting in front of him, holding on to the broom with his front paws."

Minerva shook her head, as she recalled how the canine had chased her around the classroom at the beginning of the first morning class. She knew better than to tell her colleagues about it though. If Rolanda and Poppy, who had been her best friends ever since their own Sorting, became aware of the matter, she would never hear the end of it.

HP

The second day of classes passed uneventfully for Harry and his two friends. The only thing that was really grading on their nerves was Professor Quirrell's stuttering. The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor stuttered so badly that it was difficult to follow his class.

Moreover, Harry did not overly like the professor for the simple reason that Paws seemed to outright dislike him. Whenever the teacher came near them, the puppy growled at him.

'Paws, what's wrong? I know that his stuttering is horrible, but he hasn't done anything to you.'

'Sorry Harry, but as one of Santa's puppies, I can sense evil, and that man is evil.'

'I think so, too. He has a dark aura, even if I don't know why.'

Harry cast Hedwig a surprised look. However, as both of his familiars seemed to dislike the professor, Harry decided to be careful around him and inform Draco and Neville about the matter once they were back in their own room in the evening.

HP

After the last afternoon class, Harry, Draco and Neville made themselves comfortable at a table in the common room to do their homework.

"Excuse me, may we sit with you?" Harry looked up only to see that another first-year trio, namely Daphne, Tracey and Ginny, were standing next to them.

"Of course," he said, giving Neville and Draco a questioning look.

"Yes."

"Why not?"

'Be careful, Harry. That's Ginny Weasley, who has been instructed by her mother and the headmaster to become your wife in the future.'

'Hedwig!' Harry inwardly groaned. 'I know that, but I am careful, and I'm only eleven. She is ten. She is nice though, and I think I can well be friends with her even without making her my girlfriend.'

'That's fine, son. I just wanted to warn you once more.'

'Thanks Mum.'

Harry unobtrusively observed the girls. He immediately liked all three of them. While Ginny and Tracey were still a bit childish, Daphne seemed very level-headed and appeared to have a broad knowledge of all subjects. From the corners of his eyes, he noticed, however, that Ginny glanced at him every now and then.

To Harry's relief, apart from Hedwig's earlier warning, both of his familiars seemed to approve of the girls, and Paws even seemed to thoroughly enjoy himself being petted by them.

From that time onwards, the six students met to study together at what everyone soon recognised as their table during class-free times.

HP

In the evening of the second day of classes, Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, absentmindedly petting Fawkes' crown feathers. He felt extremely relieved that he heard nothing from Severus about one of his new first-years that day.

'He and Harry just have to learn to get along,' he mused. 'Even if Harry looks like the spitting image of his father, he is also Lily's son, and she was the love of Severus' life. He even admitted that to me. I don't really understand what his problem with the boy is. Admittedly, Harry was clever to go into his class better prepared than Severus seemed to have expected.'

#I believe that the nestling's phoenix is a pure phoenix.#

Albus cast Fawkes a questioning look. "What exactly is a pure phoenix?"

#She is completely white and clean.#

"Yes? She's an ice phoenix, isn't she?"

#Yes, but the only ice phoenixes I know are the pure phoenixes. There might be others, but I know from sensing her nearby that she is a pure phoenix. Just like the white puppy.#

"He's what muggles call a Golden Retriever."

#Nope. Those are beige. He is white. He is a pure nestling, which means one of Santa's animals. The phoenix is as well.#

"What does that mean?" Albus let his hand run over his beard in confusion.

#That means that they're good. The snarky one can't win over them.#

Albus felt as if he was none the wiser; however, before he could further ponder what Fawkes was trying to tell him, he became distracted by the arrival of a large owl, which he recognised as one of the yellow OHL owls from Diagon Alley. It was carrying a red envelope.

tbc...

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