Harry opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the darkness. Then as if sensing Harry's wish for light, a roaring fire shot up and each candle in the room was lit with a bright red flame. Harry knew he wasn't with Voldemort then. He was lying on a rich purple comforter in a large room. It didn't seem to be the dungeons. In fact, the room was oddly cheerful. There was a large oak desk in the corner and the bed was, again made of oak. A bookcase, even larger than that in his own room, was filled with books that were ancient.

From the corner of the room, the door opened and in stepped a man who looked like Dumbledore except he had pitch black eyes. He walked over to Harry with a small smile on his face.

"It is so nice of you to finally join us, Harry Potter. I am Merlin and these," he waved a hand behind him at three people who Harry didn't even see, "are Sylvia Bracklin, Tyrian Greenlaw, and Sage."

(A/N: I haven't read a single book with Merlin having blue eyes. Remember he is supposed to be half demon.)

Harry's mouth hung open. "You're all magi's?"

Merlin looked surprised. "I was thinking we would have to introduce ourselves to a boy but now I see you are truly a man. Yes, we are all magi's. I see you have begun to discover your powers. Heightened sense of sight, multi-animagus, wandless magic. You don't need any help there. I suppose you will need to come for elemental magic though. And Sage will be teaching you dark magic, although you will learn a new definition of that term by the time we are done."

Harry was confused. "Excuse me but what are you talking about?"

"Harry we need to train you to control all your powers. You seem to have wandless magic and the mage-sight down but we will help you perfect you forms and train you in elemental and dark magic."

"Why do I need to learn dark magic?"

Then Sage stepped forward. Sage was a very tall man with light blond hair piled atop his head and two grey eyes. His skin was tanned giving him a slightly exotic look. "You will be learning dark magic so if you were ever to face Voldemort you can fight fire with fire. Don't you think it would surprise him just a little bit if the golden boy were to use dark magic?" Sage smirked. "I'm sure he would think you were going to the dark side."

Harry couldn't help it as a laugh escaped his throat.

"But Harry," Sage was now dead serious, "There is a big difference with dark magic and evil magic. Tell me, why is dark magic associated with bad wizards?"

Harry thought for a moment. "Because dark magic is used to kill and hurt people."

Sage nodded. "That is the case sometimes, but what if you were to levitate someone over a cliff? I've seen it. The person died. Now, why wouldn't that be considered dark magic?"

Harry didn't say anything, knowing there really wasn't anything to say. He knew Sage was right. Sage smiled at the younger boy.

"Ok," Merlin walked up to Harry, "now that that takes care of your questions I think we'd better get started on your training. Every day this summer you are to portkey, using the amulet, here and we will train for two hours your time, which means you will be here for at least four hours."

Harry opened his mouth but then closed it quickly, knowing he needed this. "You will first be learning elemental magic. This you will not show to anyone for it is an extinct magic. We will tell you more later but your headmaster and godfather are getting rather worried. Why, I believe he has gone into shock!" Merlin chuckled, then waved his hand lazily, smiling at Harry as he disappeared.

No sound was made when Harry reappeared behind the headmaster but the alarms set around the house went off loud and clear. Sirius jumped to his feet and was about to run passed the headmaster when he bumped into Harry. His godfather's mouth opened and closed before he rushed forward and gave Harry a huge hug. Dumbledore was more than surprised but he too went and hugged Harry. This surprised Harry more. He and the headmaster had not hugged since that day at Sirius' trial.

"Harry Potter, you had better give me an explanation right now!!!!"

Harry grinned sheepishly before fingering the amulet around his neck. Dumbledore and Sirius stared. "Harry how can you put that on without one of us checking it out first?!"

Harry was about to answer back that he had checked it out, but Merlin did not want them to know. He hung his head down. "Sorry." Only Dumbledore seemed to think this was an act and he frowned deeply. It took Sirius a while to completely calm down. He went downstairs leaving Harry in his room with Dumbledore looking at him curiously. Harry was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable so he took of the necklace and placed it in his trunk and removed the paper he had been looking for before. He wrote a quick note to Ginny saying he was glad she wanted to talk because it was a lonely living with two adults, even if one of them happened to be the most powerful in England. He expressed his outrage on Ron thinking that Hermione liked him. What Ron that blind?

All he knew, if those two didn't admit their feeling for each other it would be a long year. When Harry turned around to go to the owlery, Dumbledore was gone. Harry sighed deeply and attached the letter to Hedwig's wing and watched her fly off.

That night Harry practiced especially hard on his animagus forms and was able to turn into a black cat, a wolf, a bear, and a raven. Harry was feeling oddly pleased with him self when he went to bed. Of course, as soon as he closed his eyes, they opened to a different scenery. A certain graveyard that sent chills up his spin. Voldemort was standing at the center of a ring of deatheaters who radiated fear. Voldemort himself seemed to be angry. Angry was an understatement; he was pissed. His pale face was turning a shade of purple that his uncle never reached.

"And why," he pronounced every word with great difficulty, "have you yet to find where Potter lives?"

One of the lower deatheaters stepped forward, bowing his head. "My lord, he lives with Sirius Black and Albus Dumbledore. They are certain to have protective wards so we cannot find out where it is located."

"Crucio."

The man had barely finished his sentence before the beam of red light hit him in the chest. He screamed in agony as if he were dying and squirmed on the floor, tearing at his face with his nails. Finally, Voldemort lifted the curse and the man stumbled back into the line, shaking worse than he had before. Voldemort reached into his robes and extracted a letter.

"Do you know what this is? This is a letter that holds a curse. I am going to send it to Potter so when he opens it, he will die, hopefully in front of the old man." He whistled one long note and waited. In the sky, materializing out of almost nothing was a black phoenix. It looked exactly as Harry did, even with the green eyes.

"Death," Harry thought this was the perfect name for the bird, "you are the send this to Harry Potter and then return here for further instructions." The bird gave a sound like a thrill but it almost seemed evil. It spread its wings and flew away. Voldemort smiled.

"Soon, Potter, soon."

Harry woke with a gasp and disentangled himself from his sheets. He threw on a pair of black pants and a black shirt, completing the outfit with his black shoes. In the outfit, Harry truly looked like the devil's advocate. When he went down for breakfast Sirius did a double take and almost dropped his plate of eggs.

"Am I missing something? Are we going to a funeral?"

Harry smiled. "No, just thought I'd try something new. I'm going outside to start working on my animagus form today. I can actually grow out my nails!" Harry made sure enough pride entered his voice. Dumbledore heard this as he was walking in and he frowned once again. Sirius didn't think anything was wrong.

"That's great! Tell me how it goes. I would offer to go but I know you wouldn't let me."

Harry smiled again. "No I wouldn't."

It was almost noon when Harry set out for the woods that surrounded his house. He knew he really didn't have that much time so he ran to his favorite spot. There he sat and waited. After ten minutes of this he began to hear the mournful singing of the black phoenix. Even the sky began to darken on its approach. Harry stayed where he was and even extended his arm for the letter offered to him. But he didn't open it. Instead he took out his wand and calmly recited a spell to trap the magical creature for forty-eight hours. When he was sure no one was looking, opened the letter facing a nearby shrub and watched as the green light shot out of it. Then, he dumped it on the floor and transformed into his phoenix animagus form. He was a little smaller than the other one but it wouldn't be noticeable. Silently he flew off.

"Voldemort," Harry thought to himself as he flew off the safety wards of Padfoot's Platform, "here I come."