Disclaimer: Hopefully, everyone reading this will realize that I am not the
Great Goddess J.K Rowling. If you don't, I'm flattered but I'm not.trust
me.
Spoilers: Let's see.everything that has been in all books
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"Before I even mention the Dark Lords' name Harry. I think you also have some explaining." Rain fell silent and stared at him expectantly. The others around her followed suit.
Harry took a breath, mentally convinced himself that these people were on his side and launched into his tale. "My name is Harry Potter." he stopped suddenly when the Colin Creevy look-alike flinched. The Colin he knew had NEVER done that, and that was a new sight for Harry. He shook himself and continued. "I'm a Wizard."
"We established that fact earlier," Rain cut in impatiently. "Why are you wearing odd clothes? Why don't you know any of the basic elements? Why do you look exactly like-" she stopped and checked around the small thicket they had lodged in for the night. "Like the Dark Lord himself."
"I look nothing like Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed, getting to his feet and regretting the movement as soon as he had done it. "Granted we have things in common like being a Parslemouth. But that doesn't mean I look like him! I didn't ask for any robed men trying to kill me! I didn't ask to be sent to a weird world where I know no one and yet I've seen each and every one of you! Does it look like I want to be trapped here?! No!" Harry trailed off and took several breaths before sitting back down. At "Creevy's look Harry snarled. "What?"
".What's a Voldemort?" 'Creevy' asked timidly after Harry apologized for yelling at him.
"The Dark Lord..you know.You-Know-Who? He-who-must-not-be-named? Tom Riddle?" At each of those titles the Avitaa's gave blank looks and shook their heads. "None of those ring any bells?" the Avitaa's nodded this time.
"Our Dark Lord calls himself the "Black Phoenix." Rain mentioned, her wings slowly mending together as she spoke. Harry watched on silently as the feathers elongated to replace lost ones and as skin and bone twisted together. The final outcomes pattern was a little off but it wasn't as mangled as before. At Harry's stare Rain peaked down at her arm and shrugged. "It's a natural healing of my kind."
"Oh." Harry suddenly felt foolish about his previous outburst and turned to the Creevy look-alike. "What's your name?"
"Iykit.but friends call me Twitter." He smiled and came to check Harry's bracelets. "You're a luck Groundling to get these, gosh you must have been a legend in your village. Looking exactly like the Dark Lord himself and befriending an Avitaa!"
"He didn't befriend me Twitter, I wasn't going to allow those damned Priests kill another look-alike again." She peered at Harry and gasped softly. "But I've never seen one as good as you are."
Harry blushed then realized what she really meant. "Oh.well, I'm not from here."
"*And* you're from another world!!??.You're too cool!"
"Shush Twitter!" Rain barked and then reached a hand to Harry's forehead, brushing away the unruly bangs. "As I thought. Down to the scar even."
"But the Black Phoenix has had that scar since birth! No one can duplicate that!" Diggory exclaimed, also coming closer for a better look. "Impossible."
Rain leaned back and allowed Harry breathing room once more. "Either he is telling the truth-"
"I am!"
"Or he's the Black Phoenix himself. But that scar's real." Rain's gaze shifted from Harry to Diggory and back. "Where'd you get that Harry?"
"Lord Voldemort put it upon me after using the Death Curse on me."
Diggory apparently hadn't tuned in on the conversation past the scar incident for he suddenly blurted out. "But then that means the Prophecy is true!"
Rain sent him a look and rolled her eyes. "I'm so glad you could figure that out."
"Prophecy?"
Rain turned all attention back to Harry and nodded. "Yes. There's an old saying that a parallel world lies against this one. And in that world you have a twin, so to speak. And one aspect of yourself is completely opposite. For an example, an Elder of mine is an old softie.a pushover you might call her. But in your world she might be extremely strict."
"You're talking about Lady Athena?" Diggory laughed. "I can't see her going one day without acting like a Mother Hen."
"McGonagall." Harry mused as the description and name clicked.
"Is that what she's called? Anyways, the trait that is opposite is the strongest one you have. If yours was to be "Good, Honest, and Loyal"."
"That's three traits."
"Shut up Narcissus." Rain snapped. "The Black Phoenix's trait will become "Evil, Nasty and Dishonest."
"Describes him to a tee." The third male Avitaa muttered.
"And Narcissus over here is extremely in love with himself."
"Cedric placed others before him." Harry mentioned, the image of Cedric popping up in his mind.
"Wish he'd teach Narcissus a thing or two." Rain said wistfully before smirking at Narcissus. "You're getting the picture.good."
"So.the BloodSantices.why were they after me?"
"I told you about the seven elements of magic right?" Harry nodded. "Well.to control them fully and to even think of gaining the Mind and Time elements one must be full."
"Be full?"
"No twin.just you."
"So he wants to kill me."
"Yes.and no. He wants your blood. The only way to become "One" so to speak is to let you spill your blood in a ceremony." Rain shrugged and made to stand.
Harry grimaced, " Right.how do we stop him?"
"We don't." Narcissus also stood and spread out his wings, they were a tie- dyed pattern of black, yellow, and white and they stretched far past Harry's arm-length and well above his head. "There's never been any reason to worry about the ceremony because the gateway between worlds never could be opened."
"Well, that was just proven wrong." Twitter commented, reaching out a hand to help Harry.
"True." Rain looked around; ran a hand through her matted hair; brushed off some soot that had smudged itself on her wing and then looked back to Harry's wingless arms. "We need shelter for the night."
*******
Hermione was beginning to wear a two-foot hole in her carpet as she waited for Ron's response to arrive. She had woken up the other morning just before dawn with a sudden feeling that someone dear to her was in trouble. And then the Daily Prophet, late as usual because of her connections with the Wizarding World had shown up that morning with that awful front-page. And right after that, Pig came with a message from Ron telling her it was what it looked like.
Crookshanks had picked up on her mood for he was putting all effort into comforting her, but the fifth year Gryffindor wasn't taking anything from it. Sighing, knowing his efforts were futile Crookshanks hopped up on the bed and curled there, waiting with his mistress for the letter to arrive.
"It can't be Harry, right Crookshanks?" Hermiones' voice pulled the ginger feline out of the sleep he had fallen into and he looked to her for more answers. "You-Know-Who wasn't able to get to Harry there..even Dumbledore said so!" His mistress had apparently realized what her actions were doing to that soft rug and had found herself a seat in the leather computer chair on the other side of the room. Beside her, on the desktop was a folded piece of parchment. And next to that was a thick envelope bearing the controlled fluid script of a 'Professor McGonagall'. Its' content was spread over the surface, the only spot of chaos in that neat orderly room.
A knock came to the door and soon the face of Hermiones mother poked itself around the frame. "You wanted to see me Sweetheart?"
Hermione nodded and sniffed. "Professor McGonagall is asking for me and Ron to head to Hogwarts early this year."
"How?"
"By Floo Powder." Hermione explained now going around her room and collecting things to go into the large trunk she used.
"What for?"
Hermione paused and Crookshanks could see the lightning-quick thought process. She turned to her mother and placed on a very fake smile. "Prefects need to be there a month early to learn what we're supposed to do over the year. "
"You made Prefect?" her mothers face broke out into a proud smile. "Oh, Honey, that's wonderful!" she came into the room and wrapped her daughter in an embrace.
"It is, isn't it?" Hermione again placed the fake smile and then pulled away from the hug. "She wants us there by Dinner."
Now Hermione's mothers face had become crestfallen but she perked up again. "Well, I'll just have to tell your father the news.do you have everything for the school year?"
Hermione glanced at the week-old parchment lying on her dresser and then to the assorted bags and parcels they had brought a few days before. "Yes Mother."
"When will you be leaving?"
"As soon as I'm ready.she sent this by First-Class and is waiting for my arrival soon." Hermione finished up packing while her mother watched on.
"Very well.remember to take good care of your teeth! I saw those sweets you brought home. And write me as soon as you get there." Her mother pecked her check before bustling out of the room and downstairs.
"I know I'm not a good liar Crookshanks.stop looking at me like that!" Hermione said as she closed the lid on her trunk and placed it by the small fireplace in her room. "And come here."
With the air of someone doing this against his will but not going to show it to you thank you very much, Crookshanks yawned, jumped off; padded to the trunk and sniffed at it once before allowing Hermione to pick him up.
Grabbing the small amount of Floo Powder McGonagall had sent, Hermione tossed it into the flames and shouted "Hogwarts!" before stepping in with her trunk and Crookshanks.
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"Is it true? Malfoy has stated it many times.but we know your true place by Dumbledore." The low hiss was still barely an excuse for a voice yet Snape knew it was more powerful than a day ago or even a week.
"Yes, my Lord.the boy has disappeared and even Dumbledore knows not his whereabouts."
"Are you sure?!" the hiss grew louder and Snape felt the slightest twinge of fear play at him before he regained his normal cool.
"My Lord.I have succeeded in making the Old Fool believe I'm on his side. I'm his most trusted advisor, besides that Gryffindor wench Minerva."
Voldemort moved from the plush chair he had been sitting in and came before Severus Snape. He had gained back the imitating posture he had once had and his eyes glowed with cruelty. "But you still aren't mine." Taking a rattling breath, he continued. "Go back to Dumbledore.find out all you can about the boy and return to me here." "Yes, my Lord." Snape turned to leave when the pressure of a hand fell onto his shoulder.
"I forgave you Severus.something I rarely do. It will only happen once." The fingers curled and created a vice-like grip on the Potion Masters shoulder. "Make sure you'll have no need of another Pardon."
"Of course." And as quickly as possible without causing much suspicion, Snape stole away from the manor and into the night. With a black cloak billowing about him and his pale skin almost translucent in the moonlight he looked like Death himself. Turning his head to the left; to the right; and pausing for any sound behind him, he took out a small crystal orb from his pocket and muttered an incantation over it. "He has no clue either."
*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Authors' Notes) Phew! Another chapter done! I spent a night working on this thing and writers block hit many times. I put the fireplace in Hermiones room part in because while I stayed over in England I too had a small fireplace and it was so cool. Since I like Hermie.she gets one too. And the Owls with a "First-Class" I think I read in one of the books somewhere
Autumn Ice: Don't worry; this story confuses me as well. Ron was also joining in on Voldemorts side about not getting any screen time. Sybil was miffed that I made her off to be heartless and McGonagall was annoyed with the crying part.
Spoilers: Let's see.everything that has been in all books
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Before I even mention the Dark Lords' name Harry. I think you also have some explaining." Rain fell silent and stared at him expectantly. The others around her followed suit.
Harry took a breath, mentally convinced himself that these people were on his side and launched into his tale. "My name is Harry Potter." he stopped suddenly when the Colin Creevy look-alike flinched. The Colin he knew had NEVER done that, and that was a new sight for Harry. He shook himself and continued. "I'm a Wizard."
"We established that fact earlier," Rain cut in impatiently. "Why are you wearing odd clothes? Why don't you know any of the basic elements? Why do you look exactly like-" she stopped and checked around the small thicket they had lodged in for the night. "Like the Dark Lord himself."
"I look nothing like Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed, getting to his feet and regretting the movement as soon as he had done it. "Granted we have things in common like being a Parslemouth. But that doesn't mean I look like him! I didn't ask for any robed men trying to kill me! I didn't ask to be sent to a weird world where I know no one and yet I've seen each and every one of you! Does it look like I want to be trapped here?! No!" Harry trailed off and took several breaths before sitting back down. At "Creevy's look Harry snarled. "What?"
".What's a Voldemort?" 'Creevy' asked timidly after Harry apologized for yelling at him.
"The Dark Lord..you know.You-Know-Who? He-who-must-not-be-named? Tom Riddle?" At each of those titles the Avitaa's gave blank looks and shook their heads. "None of those ring any bells?" the Avitaa's nodded this time.
"Our Dark Lord calls himself the "Black Phoenix." Rain mentioned, her wings slowly mending together as she spoke. Harry watched on silently as the feathers elongated to replace lost ones and as skin and bone twisted together. The final outcomes pattern was a little off but it wasn't as mangled as before. At Harry's stare Rain peaked down at her arm and shrugged. "It's a natural healing of my kind."
"Oh." Harry suddenly felt foolish about his previous outburst and turned to the Creevy look-alike. "What's your name?"
"Iykit.but friends call me Twitter." He smiled and came to check Harry's bracelets. "You're a luck Groundling to get these, gosh you must have been a legend in your village. Looking exactly like the Dark Lord himself and befriending an Avitaa!"
"He didn't befriend me Twitter, I wasn't going to allow those damned Priests kill another look-alike again." She peered at Harry and gasped softly. "But I've never seen one as good as you are."
Harry blushed then realized what she really meant. "Oh.well, I'm not from here."
"*And* you're from another world!!??.You're too cool!"
"Shush Twitter!" Rain barked and then reached a hand to Harry's forehead, brushing away the unruly bangs. "As I thought. Down to the scar even."
"But the Black Phoenix has had that scar since birth! No one can duplicate that!" Diggory exclaimed, also coming closer for a better look. "Impossible."
Rain leaned back and allowed Harry breathing room once more. "Either he is telling the truth-"
"I am!"
"Or he's the Black Phoenix himself. But that scar's real." Rain's gaze shifted from Harry to Diggory and back. "Where'd you get that Harry?"
"Lord Voldemort put it upon me after using the Death Curse on me."
Diggory apparently hadn't tuned in on the conversation past the scar incident for he suddenly blurted out. "But then that means the Prophecy is true!"
Rain sent him a look and rolled her eyes. "I'm so glad you could figure that out."
"Prophecy?"
Rain turned all attention back to Harry and nodded. "Yes. There's an old saying that a parallel world lies against this one. And in that world you have a twin, so to speak. And one aspect of yourself is completely opposite. For an example, an Elder of mine is an old softie.a pushover you might call her. But in your world she might be extremely strict."
"You're talking about Lady Athena?" Diggory laughed. "I can't see her going one day without acting like a Mother Hen."
"McGonagall." Harry mused as the description and name clicked.
"Is that what she's called? Anyways, the trait that is opposite is the strongest one you have. If yours was to be "Good, Honest, and Loyal"."
"That's three traits."
"Shut up Narcissus." Rain snapped. "The Black Phoenix's trait will become "Evil, Nasty and Dishonest."
"Describes him to a tee." The third male Avitaa muttered.
"And Narcissus over here is extremely in love with himself."
"Cedric placed others before him." Harry mentioned, the image of Cedric popping up in his mind.
"Wish he'd teach Narcissus a thing or two." Rain said wistfully before smirking at Narcissus. "You're getting the picture.good."
"So.the BloodSantices.why were they after me?"
"I told you about the seven elements of magic right?" Harry nodded. "Well.to control them fully and to even think of gaining the Mind and Time elements one must be full."
"Be full?"
"No twin.just you."
"So he wants to kill me."
"Yes.and no. He wants your blood. The only way to become "One" so to speak is to let you spill your blood in a ceremony." Rain shrugged and made to stand.
Harry grimaced, " Right.how do we stop him?"
"We don't." Narcissus also stood and spread out his wings, they were a tie- dyed pattern of black, yellow, and white and they stretched far past Harry's arm-length and well above his head. "There's never been any reason to worry about the ceremony because the gateway between worlds never could be opened."
"Well, that was just proven wrong." Twitter commented, reaching out a hand to help Harry.
"True." Rain looked around; ran a hand through her matted hair; brushed off some soot that had smudged itself on her wing and then looked back to Harry's wingless arms. "We need shelter for the night."
*******
Hermione was beginning to wear a two-foot hole in her carpet as she waited for Ron's response to arrive. She had woken up the other morning just before dawn with a sudden feeling that someone dear to her was in trouble. And then the Daily Prophet, late as usual because of her connections with the Wizarding World had shown up that morning with that awful front-page. And right after that, Pig came with a message from Ron telling her it was what it looked like.
Crookshanks had picked up on her mood for he was putting all effort into comforting her, but the fifth year Gryffindor wasn't taking anything from it. Sighing, knowing his efforts were futile Crookshanks hopped up on the bed and curled there, waiting with his mistress for the letter to arrive.
"It can't be Harry, right Crookshanks?" Hermiones' voice pulled the ginger feline out of the sleep he had fallen into and he looked to her for more answers. "You-Know-Who wasn't able to get to Harry there..even Dumbledore said so!" His mistress had apparently realized what her actions were doing to that soft rug and had found herself a seat in the leather computer chair on the other side of the room. Beside her, on the desktop was a folded piece of parchment. And next to that was a thick envelope bearing the controlled fluid script of a 'Professor McGonagall'. Its' content was spread over the surface, the only spot of chaos in that neat orderly room.
A knock came to the door and soon the face of Hermiones mother poked itself around the frame. "You wanted to see me Sweetheart?"
Hermione nodded and sniffed. "Professor McGonagall is asking for me and Ron to head to Hogwarts early this year."
"How?"
"By Floo Powder." Hermione explained now going around her room and collecting things to go into the large trunk she used.
"What for?"
Hermione paused and Crookshanks could see the lightning-quick thought process. She turned to her mother and placed on a very fake smile. "Prefects need to be there a month early to learn what we're supposed to do over the year. "
"You made Prefect?" her mothers face broke out into a proud smile. "Oh, Honey, that's wonderful!" she came into the room and wrapped her daughter in an embrace.
"It is, isn't it?" Hermione again placed the fake smile and then pulled away from the hug. "She wants us there by Dinner."
Now Hermione's mothers face had become crestfallen but she perked up again. "Well, I'll just have to tell your father the news.do you have everything for the school year?"
Hermione glanced at the week-old parchment lying on her dresser and then to the assorted bags and parcels they had brought a few days before. "Yes Mother."
"When will you be leaving?"
"As soon as I'm ready.she sent this by First-Class and is waiting for my arrival soon." Hermione finished up packing while her mother watched on.
"Very well.remember to take good care of your teeth! I saw those sweets you brought home. And write me as soon as you get there." Her mother pecked her check before bustling out of the room and downstairs.
"I know I'm not a good liar Crookshanks.stop looking at me like that!" Hermione said as she closed the lid on her trunk and placed it by the small fireplace in her room. "And come here."
With the air of someone doing this against his will but not going to show it to you thank you very much, Crookshanks yawned, jumped off; padded to the trunk and sniffed at it once before allowing Hermione to pick him up.
Grabbing the small amount of Floo Powder McGonagall had sent, Hermione tossed it into the flames and shouted "Hogwarts!" before stepping in with her trunk and Crookshanks.
********
"Is it true? Malfoy has stated it many times.but we know your true place by Dumbledore." The low hiss was still barely an excuse for a voice yet Snape knew it was more powerful than a day ago or even a week.
"Yes, my Lord.the boy has disappeared and even Dumbledore knows not his whereabouts."
"Are you sure?!" the hiss grew louder and Snape felt the slightest twinge of fear play at him before he regained his normal cool.
"My Lord.I have succeeded in making the Old Fool believe I'm on his side. I'm his most trusted advisor, besides that Gryffindor wench Minerva."
Voldemort moved from the plush chair he had been sitting in and came before Severus Snape. He had gained back the imitating posture he had once had and his eyes glowed with cruelty. "But you still aren't mine." Taking a rattling breath, he continued. "Go back to Dumbledore.find out all you can about the boy and return to me here." "Yes, my Lord." Snape turned to leave when the pressure of a hand fell onto his shoulder.
"I forgave you Severus.something I rarely do. It will only happen once." The fingers curled and created a vice-like grip on the Potion Masters shoulder. "Make sure you'll have no need of another Pardon."
"Of course." And as quickly as possible without causing much suspicion, Snape stole away from the manor and into the night. With a black cloak billowing about him and his pale skin almost translucent in the moonlight he looked like Death himself. Turning his head to the left; to the right; and pausing for any sound behind him, he took out a small crystal orb from his pocket and muttered an incantation over it. "He has no clue either."
*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Authors' Notes) Phew! Another chapter done! I spent a night working on this thing and writers block hit many times. I put the fireplace in Hermiones room part in because while I stayed over in England I too had a small fireplace and it was so cool. Since I like Hermie.she gets one too. And the Owls with a "First-Class" I think I read in one of the books somewhere
Autumn Ice: Don't worry; this story confuses me as well. Ron was also joining in on Voldemorts side about not getting any screen time. Sybil was miffed that I made her off to be heartless and McGonagall was annoyed with the crying part.
