The Darker Phoenix
Chapter Five
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The trudge up to the castle was one in silence. Harry's mind was going on rampage. He played a part in all of this. What part? WHAT PART? He needed to read his book more. Sirius had given him "The Genesis and Revelations", some time ago, and only recently had he picked it up in sheer boredom. However, the photo index had shocked him beyond belief. Reclining on a great silk draped couch was a woman. Tall, raven-haired, so dark that there was a tint of blue to it. It flowed in waves that crashed almost to the floor. Her face was heart-shaped, emphasized by crystal eyes. They had no color, just two orbs of onyx framed by diamond. Harry had stared at that picture for the entire night. His dorm-mates had been blown ten meters away from his bed whenever they approached it. He admitted that it had taken a while, but it eventually clicked that he was staring at Genesis Phoenix wearing clothing that he had only seen on the Greek Gods. It was most unfortunate, that just as the fact was dawning Harry, Ron managed to penetrate the spell and landed on the book, tearing the photo out. The consequences were devastating. Harry had screamed himself hoarse and banished all living things from his bed with the exception of himself and Hedwig. Now, back on his bed, with Ron, Seamus, Neville, and Dean snoring like rhinoceroses, Harry pulled out "The Genesis and Revelations" once more. The photo now served as a bookmark. He pulled it out. It was an extremely old photo, but the woman in the photo... she looked older than Genesis. Harry stared puzzled. An older Genesis? An older Genesis... an.... old... er.... Genesis.... and he collapsed on top of the book.
For Genesis, returning to her dorm was harder than she thought. Apparently, Fred and Hermione had finished their little session, and on her return, Hermione had discovered Genesis' bed empty. Now, standing stock still, with wand out, Hermione guarded the seventh year dorm. 'Bitches of Hell unite.', hissed Genesis, as she pondered other ways to return to the room. Shrugging, she resorted to the most desperate way. Genesis started melting away. Her body was now translucent. Testing if she was indeed what she wanted, Genesis dove through a wall. She landed on the other side. Pleased, Genesis floated back through the wall and into her own dorm. Stifling a yawn, Genesis pulled her cloak off and dove into bed hugging the precious piece of material.
When morning arrived, Genesis woke for a shower, and discovered Hermione not in her bed. 'Oh my God. If she's still out there, the girl is deranged.' And on cue, Hermione burst into the dorm to witness her dorm- mates rising groggily and her gaze settled on a very sleepy, very grouchy, very ruffled looking Genesis. Hermione's look turned to one of serious annoyance and suspicion. Genesis waved 'good morning', and flopped into the bathroom.
The hot water felt heavenly as it pelted onto her aching body. Genesis reached out for one of the fluffy scarlet Gryffindor towels. Wrapping herself up, she brushed out her hair. It was true, it reached the floor - nearly, which was why she always wound it up into a crown on her head. She braided the thick mass and wound it around her head. There was no mistaking it, she was very regal. Genesis wore no makeup. She didn't need it. Her face was snow-white. The lashes framing her eyes were long, and thick, her eyebrows perfectly shaped, her mouth full and red. Actually, she looked quite evil in some respects. A perfect Ice Queen. A rough pounding at the door announced Hermione's arrival.
"HELLO THERE? YOU AREN'T THE ONLY ONE WHO TAKES SHOWERS IN THE MORNING!", she roared through the oak doors. Genesis sighed and pulled it open just as Hermione began hammering again. Her fist came down straight at Genesis' face, who blocked with her forearm, twisted Hermione's limb around and pushed her into the bathroom.
"Look where you strike.", she whispered in a deadly manner, before slamming the door full in Hermione's reddened face. The rest of the dorm were looking on with great appreciation. On the shutting of the door, Lavender and Parvati burst into standing ovation.
"Quite excellent, girl!"
"Bravo! Wait till Ron hears about this one. He'll be on you Genesis!"
Genesis smirked, "Ha* In what way Lavender?", and the three girls fell about laughing. Genesis turned to begin her morning ritual of "clothes hunting". As far as she was concerned, she was the only one who did not wear the school uniform, and Dumbledore couldn't do anything about it, because he was afraid of her. Today, her uniform consisted much of black. Black sweatshirt with black sweatpants. 'Very spiffy.', she thought. Long had she tired of pretty clothes and makeup. All a waste of money. Genesis now turned to her bag. In she through her miniature books, quills, parchments, wand, and her cloak. It had been known that Genesis also owned an 'invisibility cloak.' Genesis had laughed herself hoarse the first time Hermione confronted her about it. Now, since it was known, she carried the Phoenix cloak around with her for safe keeping. 'Can't have Miss. Granger creeping around after it, now can we?', she thought bitterly.
Her relationship with Hemione had gone downhill since Sable had first introduced them. It was strange, but Sable seemed to stick her mind, more than Harry did. In her opinion, it suited him better. Now, finished with her daily packing, Genesis announced that she was going to breakfast.
Treading silently down the stairs, she met Sable. He nodded curtly and the two exited the common room together.
Reviewers: MUAHAHAHAHA* I LOVE YOU!!!!
Bibliography: HAHAHAHA* You all think I'm nuts. Umm... what Harry is going to become - I have to say that I stole some info off of Fyre Fairy because she knows so much about "ninja mages". BUUUUUUUUT, Harry's not really gonna become totally like that.
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The trudge up to the castle was one in silence. Harry's mind was going on rampage. He played a part in all of this. What part? WHAT PART? He needed to read his book more. Sirius had given him "The Genesis and Revelations", some time ago, and only recently had he picked it up in sheer boredom. However, the photo index had shocked him beyond belief. Reclining on a great silk draped couch was a woman. Tall, raven-haired, so dark that there was a tint of blue to it. It flowed in waves that crashed almost to the floor. Her face was heart-shaped, emphasized by crystal eyes. They had no color, just two orbs of onyx framed by diamond. Harry had stared at that picture for the entire night. His dorm-mates had been blown ten meters away from his bed whenever they approached it. He admitted that it had taken a while, but it eventually clicked that he was staring at Genesis Phoenix wearing clothing that he had only seen on the Greek Gods. It was most unfortunate, that just as the fact was dawning Harry, Ron managed to penetrate the spell and landed on the book, tearing the photo out. The consequences were devastating. Harry had screamed himself hoarse and banished all living things from his bed with the exception of himself and Hedwig. Now, back on his bed, with Ron, Seamus, Neville, and Dean snoring like rhinoceroses, Harry pulled out "The Genesis and Revelations" once more. The photo now served as a bookmark. He pulled it out. It was an extremely old photo, but the woman in the photo... she looked older than Genesis. Harry stared puzzled. An older Genesis? An older Genesis... an.... old... er.... Genesis.... and he collapsed on top of the book.
For Genesis, returning to her dorm was harder than she thought. Apparently, Fred and Hermione had finished their little session, and on her return, Hermione had discovered Genesis' bed empty. Now, standing stock still, with wand out, Hermione guarded the seventh year dorm. 'Bitches of Hell unite.', hissed Genesis, as she pondered other ways to return to the room. Shrugging, she resorted to the most desperate way. Genesis started melting away. Her body was now translucent. Testing if she was indeed what she wanted, Genesis dove through a wall. She landed on the other side. Pleased, Genesis floated back through the wall and into her own dorm. Stifling a yawn, Genesis pulled her cloak off and dove into bed hugging the precious piece of material.
When morning arrived, Genesis woke for a shower, and discovered Hermione not in her bed. 'Oh my God. If she's still out there, the girl is deranged.' And on cue, Hermione burst into the dorm to witness her dorm- mates rising groggily and her gaze settled on a very sleepy, very grouchy, very ruffled looking Genesis. Hermione's look turned to one of serious annoyance and suspicion. Genesis waved 'good morning', and flopped into the bathroom.
The hot water felt heavenly as it pelted onto her aching body. Genesis reached out for one of the fluffy scarlet Gryffindor towels. Wrapping herself up, she brushed out her hair. It was true, it reached the floor - nearly, which was why she always wound it up into a crown on her head. She braided the thick mass and wound it around her head. There was no mistaking it, she was very regal. Genesis wore no makeup. She didn't need it. Her face was snow-white. The lashes framing her eyes were long, and thick, her eyebrows perfectly shaped, her mouth full and red. Actually, she looked quite evil in some respects. A perfect Ice Queen. A rough pounding at the door announced Hermione's arrival.
"HELLO THERE? YOU AREN'T THE ONLY ONE WHO TAKES SHOWERS IN THE MORNING!", she roared through the oak doors. Genesis sighed and pulled it open just as Hermione began hammering again. Her fist came down straight at Genesis' face, who blocked with her forearm, twisted Hermione's limb around and pushed her into the bathroom.
"Look where you strike.", she whispered in a deadly manner, before slamming the door full in Hermione's reddened face. The rest of the dorm were looking on with great appreciation. On the shutting of the door, Lavender and Parvati burst into standing ovation.
"Quite excellent, girl!"
"Bravo! Wait till Ron hears about this one. He'll be on you Genesis!"
Genesis smirked, "Ha* In what way Lavender?", and the three girls fell about laughing. Genesis turned to begin her morning ritual of "clothes hunting". As far as she was concerned, she was the only one who did not wear the school uniform, and Dumbledore couldn't do anything about it, because he was afraid of her. Today, her uniform consisted much of black. Black sweatshirt with black sweatpants. 'Very spiffy.', she thought. Long had she tired of pretty clothes and makeup. All a waste of money. Genesis now turned to her bag. In she through her miniature books, quills, parchments, wand, and her cloak. It had been known that Genesis also owned an 'invisibility cloak.' Genesis had laughed herself hoarse the first time Hermione confronted her about it. Now, since it was known, she carried the Phoenix cloak around with her for safe keeping. 'Can't have Miss. Granger creeping around after it, now can we?', she thought bitterly.
Her relationship with Hemione had gone downhill since Sable had first introduced them. It was strange, but Sable seemed to stick her mind, more than Harry did. In her opinion, it suited him better. Now, finished with her daily packing, Genesis announced that she was going to breakfast.
Treading silently down the stairs, she met Sable. He nodded curtly and the two exited the common room together.