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anorel: I'm glad you enjoy it. Mr Lionkipp is a character I created. I know, he is a bit funny (the CIA agent thing was a bit overboard). Is there any bit u hate?
GWTW Fan: I would like to thank you for your comments. I will try to improve my grammar and spelling. I'd like to also thankyou for saying that my story has potential. Like I asked anorel, is there any bits you hate or could be improved?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to the genius, JK Rowling. She is an inspiration for writing, her plots and worlds are amazing. I own Mr Lionkipp, lol.
Chapter 3
Vespidae, Apidae and Phoenix
* "Harry! Run now!" The same voices were screaming. "Harry! Harry! Run! Run! Now!" The volume was increasing and the screams were becoming ear splitting. "Harry!" They continued. "No!" Harry shouted back. "Go away!" "Harry! Run now! Run NOW!"*
For not the first time this summer Harry woke with a start. The dark ceiling above where he lay quivered and vibrated. The picture in the corridor fell to the ground. Harry lay panting and momentarily closed his eyes. The light of Shacklebolt's room flicked on and pounding footsteps could be heard, they were becoming distant, as if the owner of the noise was running away from the building. Harry lurched out of bed; almost tripping over the number of Quidditch books piled next to it, grabbed his wand and ran to Shacklebolt's sleeping quarters. He stood outside the slightly adjacent door and could feel a light breeze waft through the tiny gap between the door and its frame.
"Mr Shacklebolt?" Harry asked uncertainly. "Is everything alright?" There was no answer, just silence. "Mr Shacklebolt?" Harry said increasing the volume of his voice. "Please answer if you can hear me." There was still no answer. Harry's forehead crinkled for a second, and he kicked the door open. Shacklebolt's room was messy and his belongings were torn to shreds. Harry had seen this kind of room before. The same thing happened to him in his second year of Hogwarts. Harry tried to shove the memory back inside his mind. He knew Ginny didn't know what she was doing. Harry continued to survey the room. The window on the right was open and the wind was blowing the white curtains through the air like ghosts.
Still cautious, Harry stepped into the room. He trod carefully over the books and paper scattered over the once tidy floor. Harry saw Shacklebolt's broomstick amongst the mess. *It is the 10th floor. I don't think he jumped out the window. * Thought Harry. The hairs at the back of his neck prickled. Someone was watching him. Harry prepared himself, thinking of all the jinx and curses he knew. He settled for a Disarming Charm. *Three.two.one.* Harry counted in his head and swung around and chanted the appropriate words. "Expelliarmus!" "Harry!" shouted the person behind him. Lupin's wand flew in a perfect arc and landed safely in Harry's hand. "Professor Lupin?" Harry asked shocked. "Is that you?" "Yes it is," he replied smiling. "May I please have my wand back?" Still cautious, Harry was unwilling to give him his wand. It could be a trick. "Not yet, prove it," Harry told him. He noticed that the man before him looked very tired, but it was a different type of exhaustion Harry was used to seeing around him. There was a muggle calendar in his room, the type that told you the phases of the moon. Harry knew it was nowhere near the full moon. The man sighed and muttered, "Too smart. Alright, lets see." He paused for a moment. "Right, the Patronus you produce is in the form of a stag and I wrote the Marauder's map and." "Ok, it's alright Professor I believe you," Harry said. "Harry, its not Professor anymore it just Remus," Lupin told him quietly. Harry nodded to show his agreement. Lupin looked at Harry. He looked very tired but there was something different about him. He had grown a couple of inches but it was not the outside appearance that had changed. He couldn't single it out. "Listen Harry, someone entered the building a few moments ago and they." Remus started to tell Harry. "Quiet!" Harry whispered. Lupin drew quiet. Harry switched off the room light and scanned his eyes over the dark corridor. "Harry, what the.?" Remus began to question. "Please, I need to hear!" There was a bright flash of green light, which missed Lupin's shoulder by a few inches. He was suddenly constrained by what look like an invisible force field. "Run now!" Remus shouted as he struggling against the invisible ropes. "Harry, NOW!" Harry stood there for a moment. He couldn't leave Remus by himself. He was the only "Marauder" left. He was his father's best friend. Well, the only one he could call a friend. That despicable Pettigrew betrayed his trust. A surge of anger flowed through Harry again. It reached to the end of his fingered tips making them tingle a little. The anger made him freeze. Harry opened his eyes and he could feel the person he attacked crumple to the ground. A flow of curses could be heard and the corridor began to vibrate. The unseen barrier seemed to have gone and Lupin was free to move again.
"The earthquakes are back," Remus shouted. He ran towards Harry grabbed his wrist and started pulling him along. "Quick before he recovers!" "Remus, wait! What about.?" Harry began to ask. "Hedwig knows where to go," Remus answered for him. They were running down the fire-exit stairs. Lupin still had a firm grip on Harry's wrist. He looked so desperate to get away from the 10th floor. "Professor Lupin, what is going on?" Harry asked confused. "Keep running!" Was his answer. They reached the bottom of the ten flights of stairs and they still kept running. Harry was out of breath and he had a painful stitch at the side of his waist.
After what seem like hours later, they finally stopped. They stood under a streetlamp to catch their breaths. "Please.tell me.what.is.going.on?" Harry panted. Lupin, who looked completely un-puffed but worried, looked at Harry, then up at the dark street. "I can't give you any answers here," he said looking around fearfully. "It is too risky." "Where are we going? And where is Shacklebolt?" Harry continued to persist.
There was a pregnant silence. "He is safe, someone broke into his room looking for you. He managed to warn me in time," he said in a low voice. "Listen Harry, you are in danger and I need to get you somewhere secure," he lowered his voice even lower. "Not even the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters is safe enough." "Where are we to go?" Harry felt his heart sink. If the Headquarters was not safe enough, what was? Wasn't it supposed to be un-detectable? "Where are we going? Harry asked again. "We are going to Dumbledore's home," Remus replied. "Come, wait a sec." Harry was surprised. That was the last place he would have thought of. He knew that Dumbledore must go some place during the summer but Harry couldn't imagine where. Lupin took out his wand, looked around the dark street and said, "Accio Firebolt!" There was a whirring sound and Harry's state-of-the-art broom was soaring towards him. "What about you?" Harry asked, as he got ready to mount. Remus smiled. "In a minute. Accio Cleansweep!" Another broom came flying, this time it was heading towards Lupin. He too, mounted his broom. "Follow me, alright?" Harry nodded. He mounted his Firebolt and a flow of elation filled him. The wind on his face calmed his anger and confusion and for the present moment, Harry forgot of all his troubles.
The stars in the inky black sky seemed to make sense to Lupin. Harry could occasionally hear him mutter a few names of the constellations. Harry assumed that it helped Lupin to navigate. Remus slowed his broomstick so he was level with Harry. "Listen very carefully to me Harry, you must swear that you must never reveal what I am going to tell you to anyone," Harry had never seen Lupin look so serious. "Unless you are given permission by Dumbledore or a member of the Order of the Phoenix. "Of course, I swear," Harry, replied. Lupin nodded. "Do you see that star?" He pointed to a rather large star that at that moment glowed red then yellow then back to its normal colour. It seemed to be on fire. "Many muggles believe it to be Mars. It is actually an unknown planet that human technology has not yet discovered. However, the members of the Order refer to it as 'Phoenix'." Harry stared at it. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Lupin seemed to know what he was thinking. "Only when another wizard or witch points it out to you will you be able to see it differently." He looked very serious again. "Harry, remember everything I say. If you ever need to come here for refuge, when you have nowhere else to go, just look immediately below Phoenix to see two stars named Vespidae and Apidae. Fly towards the middle of them and." Lupin stopped talking abruptly. He glanced around, squinting his eyes to see through the dark. Three dark figures on brooms were soaring towards them shooting curses. The streams of magic had narrowly missed them. "Go Harry! Go!" Lupin shouted. He sped off on his broom trying to distract them. Two of the dark figures followed Lupin, sending jets of green and red after him. Harry watched Lupin speed into the distance.
One of them remained behind. The figure turned its gaze towards Harry, who could not see its face. He heard it laugh. "Harry Potter," it whispered in a voice Harry did not recognise. "The Dark Lord will reward me greatly for your head." "You'll have to catch me first!" Harry spat back. He turned and urged his Firebolt on, trying to shake off the Deatheater. He was a very good flier, Harry thought. "God dammit," he muttered. Harry turned to look at the two stars below Phoenix. They twinkled with welcome. Harry thought of what Lupin had told him and flew towards the middle of the two stars. Harry started to panic. Remus hadn't told him about what to do next. He continued to speed towards to the stars but the Deatheater behind was tailing him like a hawk. "Imflagrate!" the dark figure yelled. The curse hit him at the side of the arm, causing him swerve. Harry could feel his blood oozing from the cut. He continued to fly towards Phoenix. It suddenly created a blinding light, which filled the whole sky. The light was so intense he had to cover his eyes with his other arm. Harry could feel the Deatheater fall behind cursing and ranting. It seemed like he had stopped flying, his broom was just floating in the world of light surrounding him.
The light suddenly disappeared and the Deatheater was nowhere to be found. Harry felt himself suddenly freefall, with no way to control his broom. He was inches from the ground and Harry clamped his eyes shut, waiting for the impact. The collision never came; the sensation was very similar to the feeling of travelling through Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Harry opened his eyes and was shocked to find what he was seeing. It was evening again and his surroundings were engulfed into darkness. It appeared that to him that he was standing in a dank cave. It was the last thing he imagined for Dumbledore's home, if he had even reached there. Harry looked around the clearing too find no one in sight. He began to panic. How as he to get back? Harry was about to mount his Firebolt when he heard a familiar voice.
"Welcome Harry, to Fenix Grotto."
Reviews: I'd like to thank anorel and GWTW Fan for reviewing.
anorel: I'm glad you enjoy it. Mr Lionkipp is a character I created. I know, he is a bit funny (the CIA agent thing was a bit overboard). Is there any bit u hate?
GWTW Fan: I would like to thank you for your comments. I will try to improve my grammar and spelling. I'd like to also thankyou for saying that my story has potential. Like I asked anorel, is there any bits you hate or could be improved?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to the genius, JK Rowling. She is an inspiration for writing, her plots and worlds are amazing. I own Mr Lionkipp, lol.
Chapter 3
Vespidae, Apidae and Phoenix
* "Harry! Run now!" The same voices were screaming. "Harry! Harry! Run! Run! Now!" The volume was increasing and the screams were becoming ear splitting. "Harry!" They continued. "No!" Harry shouted back. "Go away!" "Harry! Run now! Run NOW!"*
For not the first time this summer Harry woke with a start. The dark ceiling above where he lay quivered and vibrated. The picture in the corridor fell to the ground. Harry lay panting and momentarily closed his eyes. The light of Shacklebolt's room flicked on and pounding footsteps could be heard, they were becoming distant, as if the owner of the noise was running away from the building. Harry lurched out of bed; almost tripping over the number of Quidditch books piled next to it, grabbed his wand and ran to Shacklebolt's sleeping quarters. He stood outside the slightly adjacent door and could feel a light breeze waft through the tiny gap between the door and its frame.
"Mr Shacklebolt?" Harry asked uncertainly. "Is everything alright?" There was no answer, just silence. "Mr Shacklebolt?" Harry said increasing the volume of his voice. "Please answer if you can hear me." There was still no answer. Harry's forehead crinkled for a second, and he kicked the door open. Shacklebolt's room was messy and his belongings were torn to shreds. Harry had seen this kind of room before. The same thing happened to him in his second year of Hogwarts. Harry tried to shove the memory back inside his mind. He knew Ginny didn't know what she was doing. Harry continued to survey the room. The window on the right was open and the wind was blowing the white curtains through the air like ghosts.
Still cautious, Harry stepped into the room. He trod carefully over the books and paper scattered over the once tidy floor. Harry saw Shacklebolt's broomstick amongst the mess. *It is the 10th floor. I don't think he jumped out the window. * Thought Harry. The hairs at the back of his neck prickled. Someone was watching him. Harry prepared himself, thinking of all the jinx and curses he knew. He settled for a Disarming Charm. *Three.two.one.* Harry counted in his head and swung around and chanted the appropriate words. "Expelliarmus!" "Harry!" shouted the person behind him. Lupin's wand flew in a perfect arc and landed safely in Harry's hand. "Professor Lupin?" Harry asked shocked. "Is that you?" "Yes it is," he replied smiling. "May I please have my wand back?" Still cautious, Harry was unwilling to give him his wand. It could be a trick. "Not yet, prove it," Harry told him. He noticed that the man before him looked very tired, but it was a different type of exhaustion Harry was used to seeing around him. There was a muggle calendar in his room, the type that told you the phases of the moon. Harry knew it was nowhere near the full moon. The man sighed and muttered, "Too smart. Alright, lets see." He paused for a moment. "Right, the Patronus you produce is in the form of a stag and I wrote the Marauder's map and." "Ok, it's alright Professor I believe you," Harry said. "Harry, its not Professor anymore it just Remus," Lupin told him quietly. Harry nodded to show his agreement. Lupin looked at Harry. He looked very tired but there was something different about him. He had grown a couple of inches but it was not the outside appearance that had changed. He couldn't single it out. "Listen Harry, someone entered the building a few moments ago and they." Remus started to tell Harry. "Quiet!" Harry whispered. Lupin drew quiet. Harry switched off the room light and scanned his eyes over the dark corridor. "Harry, what the.?" Remus began to question. "Please, I need to hear!" There was a bright flash of green light, which missed Lupin's shoulder by a few inches. He was suddenly constrained by what look like an invisible force field. "Run now!" Remus shouted as he struggling against the invisible ropes. "Harry, NOW!" Harry stood there for a moment. He couldn't leave Remus by himself. He was the only "Marauder" left. He was his father's best friend. Well, the only one he could call a friend. That despicable Pettigrew betrayed his trust. A surge of anger flowed through Harry again. It reached to the end of his fingered tips making them tingle a little. The anger made him freeze. Harry opened his eyes and he could feel the person he attacked crumple to the ground. A flow of curses could be heard and the corridor began to vibrate. The unseen barrier seemed to have gone and Lupin was free to move again.
"The earthquakes are back," Remus shouted. He ran towards Harry grabbed his wrist and started pulling him along. "Quick before he recovers!" "Remus, wait! What about.?" Harry began to ask. "Hedwig knows where to go," Remus answered for him. They were running down the fire-exit stairs. Lupin still had a firm grip on Harry's wrist. He looked so desperate to get away from the 10th floor. "Professor Lupin, what is going on?" Harry asked confused. "Keep running!" Was his answer. They reached the bottom of the ten flights of stairs and they still kept running. Harry was out of breath and he had a painful stitch at the side of his waist.
After what seem like hours later, they finally stopped. They stood under a streetlamp to catch their breaths. "Please.tell me.what.is.going.on?" Harry panted. Lupin, who looked completely un-puffed but worried, looked at Harry, then up at the dark street. "I can't give you any answers here," he said looking around fearfully. "It is too risky." "Where are we going? And where is Shacklebolt?" Harry continued to persist.
There was a pregnant silence. "He is safe, someone broke into his room looking for you. He managed to warn me in time," he said in a low voice. "Listen Harry, you are in danger and I need to get you somewhere secure," he lowered his voice even lower. "Not even the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters is safe enough." "Where are we to go?" Harry felt his heart sink. If the Headquarters was not safe enough, what was? Wasn't it supposed to be un-detectable? "Where are we going? Harry asked again. "We are going to Dumbledore's home," Remus replied. "Come, wait a sec." Harry was surprised. That was the last place he would have thought of. He knew that Dumbledore must go some place during the summer but Harry couldn't imagine where. Lupin took out his wand, looked around the dark street and said, "Accio Firebolt!" There was a whirring sound and Harry's state-of-the-art broom was soaring towards him. "What about you?" Harry asked, as he got ready to mount. Remus smiled. "In a minute. Accio Cleansweep!" Another broom came flying, this time it was heading towards Lupin. He too, mounted his broom. "Follow me, alright?" Harry nodded. He mounted his Firebolt and a flow of elation filled him. The wind on his face calmed his anger and confusion and for the present moment, Harry forgot of all his troubles.
The stars in the inky black sky seemed to make sense to Lupin. Harry could occasionally hear him mutter a few names of the constellations. Harry assumed that it helped Lupin to navigate. Remus slowed his broomstick so he was level with Harry. "Listen very carefully to me Harry, you must swear that you must never reveal what I am going to tell you to anyone," Harry had never seen Lupin look so serious. "Unless you are given permission by Dumbledore or a member of the Order of the Phoenix. "Of course, I swear," Harry, replied. Lupin nodded. "Do you see that star?" He pointed to a rather large star that at that moment glowed red then yellow then back to its normal colour. It seemed to be on fire. "Many muggles believe it to be Mars. It is actually an unknown planet that human technology has not yet discovered. However, the members of the Order refer to it as 'Phoenix'." Harry stared at it. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Lupin seemed to know what he was thinking. "Only when another wizard or witch points it out to you will you be able to see it differently." He looked very serious again. "Harry, remember everything I say. If you ever need to come here for refuge, when you have nowhere else to go, just look immediately below Phoenix to see two stars named Vespidae and Apidae. Fly towards the middle of them and." Lupin stopped talking abruptly. He glanced around, squinting his eyes to see through the dark. Three dark figures on brooms were soaring towards them shooting curses. The streams of magic had narrowly missed them. "Go Harry! Go!" Lupin shouted. He sped off on his broom trying to distract them. Two of the dark figures followed Lupin, sending jets of green and red after him. Harry watched Lupin speed into the distance.
One of them remained behind. The figure turned its gaze towards Harry, who could not see its face. He heard it laugh. "Harry Potter," it whispered in a voice Harry did not recognise. "The Dark Lord will reward me greatly for your head." "You'll have to catch me first!" Harry spat back. He turned and urged his Firebolt on, trying to shake off the Deatheater. He was a very good flier, Harry thought. "God dammit," he muttered. Harry turned to look at the two stars below Phoenix. They twinkled with welcome. Harry thought of what Lupin had told him and flew towards the middle of the two stars. Harry started to panic. Remus hadn't told him about what to do next. He continued to speed towards to the stars but the Deatheater behind was tailing him like a hawk. "Imflagrate!" the dark figure yelled. The curse hit him at the side of the arm, causing him swerve. Harry could feel his blood oozing from the cut. He continued to fly towards Phoenix. It suddenly created a blinding light, which filled the whole sky. The light was so intense he had to cover his eyes with his other arm. Harry could feel the Deatheater fall behind cursing and ranting. It seemed like he had stopped flying, his broom was just floating in the world of light surrounding him.
The light suddenly disappeared and the Deatheater was nowhere to be found. Harry felt himself suddenly freefall, with no way to control his broom. He was inches from the ground and Harry clamped his eyes shut, waiting for the impact. The collision never came; the sensation was very similar to the feeling of travelling through Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Harry opened his eyes and was shocked to find what he was seeing. It was evening again and his surroundings were engulfed into darkness. It appeared that to him that he was standing in a dank cave. It was the last thing he imagined for Dumbledore's home, if he had even reached there. Harry looked around the clearing too find no one in sight. He began to panic. How as he to get back? Harry was about to mount his Firebolt when he heard a familiar voice.
"Welcome Harry, to Fenix Grotto."
