Voyage of the Phoenix
Disclaimer- Rowling owns all the characters but the plot is mine.
Summary: In the dark times of Voldemort an order of good was made. The Order of the Pheonix. They strived to defeat this darkness. A great battle came. The
battle to end all battles. Both sides faught hard until it came down to two wizards. Harry Potter and Voldemort himself. Voldemort had won. They could have
gathered their forces again but everyone was gone. They just disapeared.
AN: Ok so here's the deal. This sorta just starts in the middle. This is not a story about them on the island but rather when they get back to England such ya. Anyhow I just needed a start place. After I finish this I might write a prequel for when they got on the island and are on the island. Here's a list of chars name's in this chapter if you're having issues with connections
Draco-James, chief
Ron-Brad, 2nd in command
Weasley Twins- Phil, Will, hunters/guards
Cho-girl, opposing chief
uh Lord of Flies connection, Cho being Ralph type character and Draco Jack type character. And other chars so far under Jack chars ya. Anyhow they just have these positions meaning they might not act like the Lord of the Flies characters.
AN2: Ouch that was a bad summary. In short words, big battle afterwards all but Harry disappear.
Oh and this will prolly end up being SLASH (boy/boy relations) you have been warned. Chars also don't remember who they are.
Chapter 1- Dark Tidings.
The waves lapped against the rocks keeping a steady booming beat. A slender boy of 16 stood tall looking across the vast span of water. His hair fell in his face, the perfect white blondness overgrown and tangled. Bits of leaves and dirt hung in the oily mass. He pushed against the tangled mass that was falling in his eyes, but the effort made little difference. His once perfect pale silky skin was covered in cuts, bruises, and dirt. On his face he wore a mask made of extracts of plants and flowers with a dash of mud. He blended into the islandica jungle perfectly. A silent and deadly hunter.
There was a slight rustle of leaves behind the slender boy as another boy, also of 16 yet with flaming red hair emerged. Freckles cluttered his face. He walked up behind the blond.
"Sir." He announced driving his doubled ended spear forcefully into the ground attempting toappear strong and important. He was about half an inch taller than the blond, also wearing a mudded mask. The blond kept his eyes fixed on the ocean not bothering to turn and acknowledge the new arrival of this hunter.
"Sir." The red repeated getting slightly irritated at being ignored.
"Yes?" The blond eventually growled.
"I am ready for the hunt, James." responded the red.
The blond, James, finally turned to face the other, an evil grin visible under his mask, "Excellent Brad, well done."
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She raced through the jungle heart beating madly, the blood pounding in her head. She had long black hair and small brown eyes of Asian descend. The tree branches, vines, and bushes tore at her ravishly sucking the hot sticky blood deep into their bark. She sped up sensing danger behind her thinking, 'They'll kill me oh god they're going to kill me. Or take me captive and rape me. Oh god oh god oh god!' Her legs felt weak and she worried they would just stop at any random time along here. And she was right. On her next step her right foot smacked a root that was sticking out, causing her to fly into the center of a very prickly bush. She lay there, trapped in the bush, thorns poking from every angle. Blood seeped it's way out of her body. She breathed slowly in and out not daring to move and increase the pain. Finally after a minute or so she climbed the prickly bloody path out of the bush's grasp, a deep gash on her leg that was burning like fire, went deeper and deeper.
A bit of sun trickled through the thorny bush as she emerged into a clearing of soft green grass, sun light flittering gently through the trees. A butterfly made his journey from flower to flower. Feeling the soft light warm her, a gentle breeze provided a peace-y feeling.. She was overcome with calmness.A black raven sat high above in a tree, barely visible in the flickering shadows. The girl collapsed from exhaustion.
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The two boys made their way down the mountain to the edge of the forest where the tribe was waiting. Brad was in lead and horribly duck footed. Each step he took sent a shower of tiny pebbles rolling down James glared at him in distaste as he sure-footedly went down hardly disturbing a spec of dirt. 'He made enough noise to be heard 5 miles off', James thought. James winced and wondered how loud this bloody git would be in the jungle. He generally hunted alone and when with the tribe he would bring the pig to them. It was easier for them to stay silent standing still than when trying to move. When they got to the bottom the tribe was waiting beaming. James glared at them.
"What are all you looking so happy for?" He growled his glare narrowing studying each of them in turn.
"We're going hunting!" Will called excitedly.
"Yes, a hunt a hunt!" His twin Phil exclaimed enthusiastically.
'Strange,' thought James, 'They sure do look a lot like Brad, almost like brothers...' He glared evenly at the two boys nearing him causing them to take a few steps back.
"And who said you were coming?" James whispered, but the menace in his voice apparent to all.
"Why, Brad did, sir." Will looked down afraid to face James's wrath.
"Brad." James turned on him, "Come here." The whisper was gone, but the menace remained.
Brad approached to him slowly closing the distance to within grasping reach. James's arm shot out and pulled Brad by the hair (he was only wearing shorts so no where else to grasp) until they were face to face.
"Why did you tell them lies?" He demanded, spitting in Brad's face.
Brad tried to look away but James's grip was too great, "I-I..." He stammered.
"You are not chief! Do not pretend you are!" Shouted James bits of spit flying into Brads face. He threw Brad back then turned to the tribe as Brad tumbled to the ground bits of gravel embedding themselves in the back of his exposed legs.
"After we catch her we will all hunt for pig and feast!"
The tribe erupted in cheers.
James interrupted the cheers, whispering again, "And if I hear anyone complaining there shall be a beating in order for that individual."
The tribe nodded solemnly and went back to their duties, tending the fire, guarding the outpost and likewise things. James strode over to the spear post and picked an exceptional one. He motioned towards Brad to follow him and they strode off into the deep dark jungle.
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Her eyes opened slowly. The smells of fruit and freshness wafted around her. Yet there was another smell, a disgusting nasty horrid smell. The smell of blood mingled in with dirt and earthy goodness. She put her hand down and was ready to propel herself upwards when a sharp jab of pain streamed through her body.
"Oh," she mumbled angrily to herself, "I'm the thing that smells."
She ignored the pain and hoisted herself up into a stand. It was still day. The sun sat high in the sky. Her muscles were stiff and aching. She took a wary step forward and the pain tripled. She gritted her teeth and took another step. She ran her tongue over bruised chapped lips.
"Water... need water." There was a faint sound of water off in the distance, that is the way she went. Slowly, yet went there all the same.
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"She was here." James was kneeling down running a light hand over the blood stained grass, his spear in the other hand.
"Could be pig's blood..." Brad mused quietly.
James put a bit on his fingers and rubbing then together, "Nope, too fresh." He moved the hand towards his face and touched the blood with his tongue, "Tastes different from pig's blood as well."
"Where you think she went?" Brad inquired.
"Probably t-" James started.
A snake fell out of the trees. James's eyes grew wide in excited, "Step back Brad this one's mine!" Brad backed off several paces, hiding behind a bush, "Why do you always get the kill?" He whined.
"Because I'm chief, now stop distracting me!" James said, his stare never leaving the snake.
Brad pouted, "I want to be chief though..."
James didn't hear him and started circling the snake. It hissed at him angrily. James held his spear in front of him daring the snake to give him the chance to stab an opening. They circled, both the hunter and the huntee at once.
Hiss.
Growl.
The snake bolted forward. James held his spear high ready to kill. The snake was faster. It lurched and attached it's self to his leg. He tried to scream but no sound came out as the venom slowly made its ways through his veins. Finally the snake released James's leg and slithered triumphantly into the bushes. James fell into the grass.
Brad was looking off into the sky, "Defeated that snake yet, James?" He looked over the bush he was behind and into the clearing, "James?" He went into the clearing and spotted James on the grass.
"Haha, not funny James get up."
No movement.
"Get up I said!" More fear than sarcasm in his voice.
Still no movement. Brad made his way closer and knelt next to James.
"Ok James this isn't funny anymore." He said with clenched teeth punching James in the side.
Still noting.
Brad grabbed a handful of James's hair and pulled him so he could see his face.
"Hmm out cold. I could leave him here, no more bossing around. Not by him at least. I would be chief. Yes yes yes! Power for Brad!" He could hear a faint trickle of water off in the distance, "Hey there's an idea, I'll drown the bloody bloke so there's no evidence left! Not like I killed him, after all, but oh well." He stood up and grabbed a hold of James's hair, dragging him towards the water.
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