A.N.: Hey! Is anybody out there? I've gotten some reviews, and I'm eternally grateful for them, but no one except for Kat Morning, my oh-so- excellent beta reader, has spotted the little references to Star Wars/Anime in my last chapter! So, I'm sad to say my offer is closed, but I'll still drop the references and will mention you in the A.N. after the chapter, but that's all. Sorry. Anyhoo, I will continue this fic, because the show must go on.er...fic.or something . *coughs* . er . good reading.

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"Checkmate. I'm tellin' ya Harry, there is no way you'll ever beat me. That's what, the fifth time tonight?"

Ginny looked up from the comic book she was reading. "The fourth, you also had one stalemate." She then went back to her comics, muttering something about a spiky haired guy in spandex.

Harry grinned in her direction, then yawned, feeling as if it might dislocate his jaw if it went on any longer. "I'm off to bed, I'm dead tired."

Ron spoke up while putting his wizarding chess set away, "'Night mate, I'm gonna stay up a bit longer and sort out my Chocolate Frog cards and take care of some things."

Ginny muttered over her comic, "Would those 'things' have to do with writing a letter to Hermione?" She giggled and turned the page, never looking up.

Harry chuckled a bit, "G'night, Ron, Gin. I'll see you in the morning," he yawned, "if I ever wake up."

With dual "Goodnight!"'s following, he slowly climbed the stairs, stopping every so often to let loose another face splitting yawn. He opened the door to Ron's outragesouly orange room and barely managed to get out of his shirt and pants and into his pajamas before he fell asleep. As he slept he dreamed, and he dreamed of terrifying things. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Harry was standing outside of a white house on a hill. Looking around he saw a lot of stones around him, all the same, arching shape. As he bent to inspect one near him, he failed to notice the darkening sky and wind picking up. He brushed the grass away from the rock and fell away in fear. There were two words written on the stone:

Cedric Diggory

A cruel, inhumane laugh sounded behind him, cutting through his thoughts. Spinning about he came face to serpentine face with He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named himself, Voldemort. Gasping, his hand flew to his pocket for his wand, only to find it missing. Laughter surrounded him and he saw a ring of Death Eaters appear.

One, with a silver arm, held Harry's wand out to him, grinning behind his mask. When Harry lunged for it, Wormtail smashed it into powder, laughing as he did so.

"Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. Well, my faithful Death Eaters, should we correct this mistake?" Mocking laughter answered the high pitched voice. A shout rang out from the source of the voice, and Harry spun to face it.

"Avada Kedavra!" The green light shot towards Harry, and he raised his hands in a futile attempt to block his summons from Death. But, just as the blast was about to strike him, a wall of fire leapt up around him, shielding him and comforting him with its warmth. Voldemort and his followers became nothing more than shadows in its glare and slowly they faded away in its brilliant glare.

Looking around Harry found himself in a cave. The walls glistened in the light of the firewall around him. He was back in the cave where he had received the Ruby of the Phoenix. The fire jumped up from the ground and converged behind him. Spinning around, he met the Guardian of the Fire.

"Where am I?" Harry said, looking around in confusion.

You're here, where else?

Harry gave the fire griffin a look. "Why am I here, where ever here is?"

You are here to unlock your true powers as the Bearer of the Fire of the Phoenix.

"What do you mean?" Harry scratched his head in confusion. "What is the Fire of the Phoenix? I thought you gave me the Ruby of the Phoenix?"

Long ago there was only one phoenix, the Phoenix Lord. It ruled over the four beasts of power, the Raven, the Serpent, the Griffin, and the Badger. As the Guardian wove its tale, images appeared in Harry's mind. One day though, humans, what you call Muggles, began to fear the Phoenix Lord, for it was powerful, and did not hesitate to use the power it wielded when necessary. The Magi, ancestors to you wizards, tried to stop them, but were too few in number. The Phoenix Lord was mortally wounded. It died in the manor of phoenixes you know, bursting into flame. But instead of rising as one phoenix, it rose as thousands. The Grand Phoenixes were the ancestors of the phoenixes that exist today. An image of Fawkes came to Harry. But those phoenixes were not the only legacy of the Phoenix Lord. For when it was wounded it bled, and the blood formed into the Ruby that is now in your possession. The Magi prophesized that one day their heir would claim the Ruby and bring balance back to the world. Merlin was the last of their kind, and when he died, he sent his powers out into the void beyond time, to await the Magi's heir. That scar you bear, Harry, is not a curse from Voldemort. It is a gift, from Merlin himself, which is why you sense the presence of Voldemort when he is near. It was your dormant powers alerting you. You are not The Boy Who Lived. You are the heir of Merlin, the heir of the Magi, the heir of the Phoenix Lord.

Harry stood there in shock, thought reeling through his head. Old questions answered, new ones rising. "Why me?"

You are pure of heart, pure of mind, and pure of spirit. The blood of Merlin was passed to you from your father, and his mother before him.

"You said when I got the Ruby that it would show itself to those who must see it. Why was it shown to Ginny?"

Harry wasn't sure, but he thought the Guardian smirked, it that was possible. Simple, it replied, she's the heir of Godric Gryffindor. In the Chamber of Secrets the sword of Gryffindor did not appear for you. It appeared to aid you in the defense of its master. She will aid you in times to come. Harry reeled. Ginny, little Virginia Weasly, was the heir of Gryffindor!

I know you are confused, Harry. But now we must train you. To prepare you for the future.

"We? Who's training me?"

A strong voice came from behind Harry, "I am." Harry turned to meet a man dressed in shining armor, with a blood red cape coming from his shoulders. A smile split his rust colored beard and lit up his blue eyes. "Greeting, Lord Phoenix. I am Arthur, former king of England. I'm here to prepare you for battles to come."

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Ron's eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the atomic orange glow that was his room in the morning. Stretching he turned to Harry, "Have a good sleep mate?" Harry gave no response. "Harry? Huh," Ron yawned, "guess he's still asleep." With that he got up and walked down stairs to breakfast. Smelling something delicious, he stumbled into the kitchen, only to see Ginny, Percy, and Sirius at the table. "Where're Gred and Forge?" He muttered sleepily while looking around for hidden surprises.

"Mum stepped on one of their fake wands this morning, so she locked them in the shed." Ginny answered.

Ron looked puzzled, "Why didn't she send them to their room?"

Percy gave Ron a look, "That's where they hide their things."

"Huh?"

Sirius rolled his eyes at Ron, "If Molly had sent them there they'd just work on their pranks all day, so she locked them in the shed."

"Oh."

Mrs. Weasly turned from the stove as Ron sat down. "Ron, dear, where's Harry?"

Ron scooped some food on to his plate and answered around a mouthful of toast, "He's having a bit of a lie in. He was out cold when I woke up. Do you want me to go get him?" "No that's okay. Let him rest. I'll make him something later."

Breakfast was finished with Sirius reliving some of the pranks the Marauders had played in their school days, to the amusement of Ron and Ginny and to the horror of Percy and the hidden amusement of Mrs. Weasly.

Ron stood up, laughing at the idea of Snape spouting off phrases like, "Size matters not." Stretching he commented, "Harry had better be up, it's almost ten, and I want a game of Quidditch before lunch."

Walking into his room he saw Harry in the same place as before. Rolling his eyes he walked over and shook him, "Wake up Harry." He didn't stir. Ron shook him harder, and spoke louder, "Come on, Harry, get up!" Harry didn't respond at all, and Ron began to get worried. Shaking him roughly he shouted, "Wake up Harry! This isn't funny! Wake UP!"

Ginny appeared in his doorway. "What's wrong?"

Ron turned to her, worry etched in his face. "Harry's not waking up."

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A.N.: Another chapter done and a cliffhanger to boot! I'm evil! I just wanna say that, in the future, you should look here for your name after you review. For now this is all I got:

Kat Morning- You've been a great help so far and I hope you'll continue being a great help. You're also the only person to find my hidden references.

P.S.: There is one Star Wars reference in this chapter and one Gundam Wing reference. I made them easy ones for you to find, this time.