Lord of the Light
Master of the Phoenix
James Potter stared unseeingly out the window of his study. His anger toward his father for sending him and his wife to a place known as Godrick's Heaven, had worn off long ago. James grudgingly understood his father wanting to keep his son safe, yet at the same time he was denying James that right as well. James's only comfort was in knowing that his best friend would take care of Harry and keep him safe.
Giving himself a mental shake, James turned to face his wife lying with her eyes closed on the bed. Lilly had not taken things near as well as he had, and the constant worry and depression were beginning to take their toll on the beautiful woman he had married so long ago. Lilly had always been a slender woman despite the fact that she could eat whatever she wanted without gaining a pound. Yet lately, she had began to loose weight to the point that James was truly concerned about her health.
His father had promised that once Harry turned 18 years of age, that he would bring Harry to them. However at the rate that Lilly's health was declining, James knew she would not last much longer. She had lost her will to live. Seeing her lying there nearly lifeless tore at his very soul when he knew, other than finding a way to bring his son to her side, there was nothing he could do to help.
Tears streamed unnoticed down his cheeks as he held her hand in his praying to whatever gods would listen to help her hold on for just a while longer.
Several hours later, James rose stiffly from the chair he had been sitting in and crossed the room to a small desk where a single piece of parchment and quill lay waiting for him to use.
Dear Father, I don't know how to say this other than just to come right out and say it. Lilly has lost her will to live and without her I can't go on either. I beg you one last time to let us see our son.
Yours truly, James
James laid the quill aside and waved his hand over the parchment, watching as the words slowly faded. Feeling a tiredness that seemed to envelope his entire body, James forced himself to his feet and crossed the room, slipping into bed beside his wife, he gathered her small frame into his arms and closed his eyes for what he hoped would be the last time.
Harry Potter sat by the window of his room, staring up at the stars through the bars that lined his window. It had only been three days since he had returned from school, and he could tell, despite the warning given to the Dursley's by his friends in the Order, that it was going to be the worst summer ever.
The ride home from the train station had been pure hell. His Aunt and Uncle had screamed, yelled and threatened to him within an inch of his life, because of the threats that had been made upon their lives. It had only gotten worse once they arrived at #4 Privet Drive.
Harry had been immediately locked into his room and forced to watch from the window as his uncle poured gas on all his things and then put a match to it all. Harry had watched his few possessions burn until only ashes remained. Everything, including his father's invisibility cloak and his wand had been in that trunk, now there was nothing left of it but ashes.
On top of it all, he had no idea what had happened to Hedwig, his owl. From the noise and screeching he had head coming from downstairs the night before, he could only assume that she was dead. This brought new tears to his eyes, and Harry rose stiffly from where he was sitting and crossed the room, falling across his bed as he tried desperately to hold back the rage he felt coming on as he closed his eyes.
Within seconds, despite his tiredness, Harry forced himself out of bed and returned to sit stiffly in the chair by the window. He was exhausted, yet every time he tried to sleep, the image of his godfather falling through the veil, replayed itself over and over until Harry felt as if he were truly loosing his mind.
Finally after almost four days of no sleep, Harry could not force himself to stay awake any longer and gave himself over to the demons that haunted his mind as he fell across his bed. Asleep before his head touched the small worn pillow, that had been tossed aside by his cousin many years ago.
Remus Lupin sat silently in the darkened living room of 12 Grimwald Place with tears streaming down his face. Attending the funeral of James and Lilly had been hard, but attending Sirius's funeral had been doubly so. Maybe it was because, after escaping prison, he and Sirius had become blood brother's or maybe because it now left him feeling completely and utterly alone in the world. But whatever the reason, Remus found himself wishing desperately for the company of his friend. Torn between wanting to live so that someone would be around to watch out for Harry and wishing he was dead so that he could be with his friends, Remus sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, drifting into a troubled and dream filled sleep.
Several hours later, Remus was still sitting in the same chair, when he was startled out of his sleep by a soft whisper. Leaping to his feet, he stared in shock as a shimmering image appeared before him. "Sirius?" Remus gasped in surprise. "Moony I need your help." Sirius whispered as he struggled to maintain the image he was projecting to his friend. "Where are you?" Remus asked as tears blurred his eyesight and wiped at them, trying to grasp what was happening. "Behind the veil, you have to find the other veil, it's in the vault at "castellum of the dominus phoenix", and it is my only way out." Sirius whispered softly as his image faded and Remus found him self once more alone. "Sirius?" Remus called out until he had lost his voice. The only response he received where those of his own words echoing back to him throughout the empty house.
For the next several days Remus argued with him self as to if he had imagined what he had seen and heard, but in the end, desperate and lonely, he decided it could hurt nothing to search for this other veil.
His only problem was he had no idea where this castellum of the dominus phoenix was located. Sighing tiredly as he finished his dinner, Remus crept as silently as possible past the portrait of Sirius's mother that was hanging in the entranceway and made his way to the library with renewed hope that he could find a way to bring his friend back to the land of the living.
"I thought I might find you here." Albus Doumbeldore said as he stepped out of the fireplace and into the library of 12 Grimwald Place to find Remus nearly buried beneath a stack of books.
Remus swore softly beneath his breath as he flung another book aside and looked up to see the headmaster of Hogwart's smiling down at him.
"I know that Sirius's death was hard on you Remus, but you must not let it get you down like this." Albus sighed as he took in the tired and haggard look on his friends face.
Remus said nothing to acknowledge the headmaster's presence as he reached for another book, hoping that this time it would have some mention of castellum of the dominus phoenix. So far all he had found was that translated from Latin the words meant castle of the lord phoenix. However after several days of searching, he had yet to find where the castle was located. What frustrated him most however was the niggling feeling that he had heard of this place somewhere before.
"Remus I need for you to check on Harry." Albus said as he lowered his aged and tired body into a nearby chair. Hoping that the sound of Harry's name would pull him from whatever it was that had his mind so deeply absorbed.
"Harry's here?" Remus asked as his eyes lit up and he jumped quickly to his feet, looking for the only person who he knew of that would understand how desperately he felt to find the castle of the Lord Phoenix. Quickly scanning the room for the boy who was more of son than anything, Remus finally settled his eyes on the headmaster.
"I thought you said Harry was here. Where is he?" Remus demanded as he glared at the headmaster. "Actually what I said was that I need for you to check on Harry." Albus repeated affectionately as he rose to his feet. "I received a letter from a very worried Ginny Weasley a short while ago. She says that all the letter's she has sent have come back unopened and all attempts to contact him by phone have resulted in nothing as well." Albus explained as a piece of parchment suddenly appeared before him out of thin air. "I trust you can handle this alone?" Albus asked as he read the short and very straight to the point letter from his son. "What if something is wrong?" Remus asked worriedly as he watched the headmaster's face grow extremely pale. "I must attend to some urgent business and will be gone for a few days." Albus stated as he hurried toward the fireplace. Remus watched as Albus disappeared within the green flames and once again cursed softly as he realized that he had no idea what to do if something was indeed wrong with Harry.
Remus stood just outside the front door of #4 Privet Drive. He had purposely waited until it was dark before coming to check on Harry. He still had no clue as to what he might find, or what to do if Harry was hurt in anyway. Albus had also failed to mention if he was allowed to remove Harry from the care of his relatives Remus thought to himself as he rang the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to answer. "What do you want?" Petunia demanded as she opened the door to find one of her nephew's freakish friends on the doorstep. "I want to see Harry." Remus stated, forcing himself to be polite to the horse faced woman. "He's not here." Petunia stated as she attempted to slam the door, only to have Remus shove harder from the opposite direction. "Tell me where Harry is right now or else." Remus threatened angrily as he shoved his way through the door and pointed his wand right between the eyes of the fat boy that made the mistake of stepping between him and Petunia. "Get away from my son!" Vernon yelled as he struggled to get his large bulky frame off the sofa as his son screeched in fear. "Where's Harry!" Remus demanded as he fought to contain his laughter at the sight of Dudley trying to cover his massive behind with his hands. "Up there." Petunia said as she glared at Remus while trying to protect her son. "Thank you." Remus stated as he started up the stairs.
Taking the last few stairs at a run as a terrified scream reached his ears, Remus didn't bother using magic on the locks that lined the doorframe, instead he hurled his body against the door, in his haste to get to Harry. The flimsy door gave way as splinters of wood flew in every direction and Remus rolled to his feet once inside, with his wand ready to defend the child that he now considered his own.
Master of the Phoenix
James Potter stared unseeingly out the window of his study. His anger toward his father for sending him and his wife to a place known as Godrick's Heaven, had worn off long ago. James grudgingly understood his father wanting to keep his son safe, yet at the same time he was denying James that right as well. James's only comfort was in knowing that his best friend would take care of Harry and keep him safe.
Giving himself a mental shake, James turned to face his wife lying with her eyes closed on the bed. Lilly had not taken things near as well as he had, and the constant worry and depression were beginning to take their toll on the beautiful woman he had married so long ago. Lilly had always been a slender woman despite the fact that she could eat whatever she wanted without gaining a pound. Yet lately, she had began to loose weight to the point that James was truly concerned about her health.
His father had promised that once Harry turned 18 years of age, that he would bring Harry to them. However at the rate that Lilly's health was declining, James knew she would not last much longer. She had lost her will to live. Seeing her lying there nearly lifeless tore at his very soul when he knew, other than finding a way to bring his son to her side, there was nothing he could do to help.
Tears streamed unnoticed down his cheeks as he held her hand in his praying to whatever gods would listen to help her hold on for just a while longer.
Several hours later, James rose stiffly from the chair he had been sitting in and crossed the room to a small desk where a single piece of parchment and quill lay waiting for him to use.
Dear Father, I don't know how to say this other than just to come right out and say it. Lilly has lost her will to live and without her I can't go on either. I beg you one last time to let us see our son.
Yours truly, James
James laid the quill aside and waved his hand over the parchment, watching as the words slowly faded. Feeling a tiredness that seemed to envelope his entire body, James forced himself to his feet and crossed the room, slipping into bed beside his wife, he gathered her small frame into his arms and closed his eyes for what he hoped would be the last time.
Harry Potter sat by the window of his room, staring up at the stars through the bars that lined his window. It had only been three days since he had returned from school, and he could tell, despite the warning given to the Dursley's by his friends in the Order, that it was going to be the worst summer ever.
The ride home from the train station had been pure hell. His Aunt and Uncle had screamed, yelled and threatened to him within an inch of his life, because of the threats that had been made upon their lives. It had only gotten worse once they arrived at #4 Privet Drive.
Harry had been immediately locked into his room and forced to watch from the window as his uncle poured gas on all his things and then put a match to it all. Harry had watched his few possessions burn until only ashes remained. Everything, including his father's invisibility cloak and his wand had been in that trunk, now there was nothing left of it but ashes.
On top of it all, he had no idea what had happened to Hedwig, his owl. From the noise and screeching he had head coming from downstairs the night before, he could only assume that she was dead. This brought new tears to his eyes, and Harry rose stiffly from where he was sitting and crossed the room, falling across his bed as he tried desperately to hold back the rage he felt coming on as he closed his eyes.
Within seconds, despite his tiredness, Harry forced himself out of bed and returned to sit stiffly in the chair by the window. He was exhausted, yet every time he tried to sleep, the image of his godfather falling through the veil, replayed itself over and over until Harry felt as if he were truly loosing his mind.
Finally after almost four days of no sleep, Harry could not force himself to stay awake any longer and gave himself over to the demons that haunted his mind as he fell across his bed. Asleep before his head touched the small worn pillow, that had been tossed aside by his cousin many years ago.
Remus Lupin sat silently in the darkened living room of 12 Grimwald Place with tears streaming down his face. Attending the funeral of James and Lilly had been hard, but attending Sirius's funeral had been doubly so. Maybe it was because, after escaping prison, he and Sirius had become blood brother's or maybe because it now left him feeling completely and utterly alone in the world. But whatever the reason, Remus found himself wishing desperately for the company of his friend. Torn between wanting to live so that someone would be around to watch out for Harry and wishing he was dead so that he could be with his friends, Remus sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, drifting into a troubled and dream filled sleep.
Several hours later, Remus was still sitting in the same chair, when he was startled out of his sleep by a soft whisper. Leaping to his feet, he stared in shock as a shimmering image appeared before him. "Sirius?" Remus gasped in surprise. "Moony I need your help." Sirius whispered as he struggled to maintain the image he was projecting to his friend. "Where are you?" Remus asked as tears blurred his eyesight and wiped at them, trying to grasp what was happening. "Behind the veil, you have to find the other veil, it's in the vault at "castellum of the dominus phoenix", and it is my only way out." Sirius whispered softly as his image faded and Remus found him self once more alone. "Sirius?" Remus called out until he had lost his voice. The only response he received where those of his own words echoing back to him throughout the empty house.
For the next several days Remus argued with him self as to if he had imagined what he had seen and heard, but in the end, desperate and lonely, he decided it could hurt nothing to search for this other veil.
His only problem was he had no idea where this castellum of the dominus phoenix was located. Sighing tiredly as he finished his dinner, Remus crept as silently as possible past the portrait of Sirius's mother that was hanging in the entranceway and made his way to the library with renewed hope that he could find a way to bring his friend back to the land of the living.
"I thought I might find you here." Albus Doumbeldore said as he stepped out of the fireplace and into the library of 12 Grimwald Place to find Remus nearly buried beneath a stack of books.
Remus swore softly beneath his breath as he flung another book aside and looked up to see the headmaster of Hogwart's smiling down at him.
"I know that Sirius's death was hard on you Remus, but you must not let it get you down like this." Albus sighed as he took in the tired and haggard look on his friends face.
Remus said nothing to acknowledge the headmaster's presence as he reached for another book, hoping that this time it would have some mention of castellum of the dominus phoenix. So far all he had found was that translated from Latin the words meant castle of the lord phoenix. However after several days of searching, he had yet to find where the castle was located. What frustrated him most however was the niggling feeling that he had heard of this place somewhere before.
"Remus I need for you to check on Harry." Albus said as he lowered his aged and tired body into a nearby chair. Hoping that the sound of Harry's name would pull him from whatever it was that had his mind so deeply absorbed.
"Harry's here?" Remus asked as his eyes lit up and he jumped quickly to his feet, looking for the only person who he knew of that would understand how desperately he felt to find the castle of the Lord Phoenix. Quickly scanning the room for the boy who was more of son than anything, Remus finally settled his eyes on the headmaster.
"I thought you said Harry was here. Where is he?" Remus demanded as he glared at the headmaster. "Actually what I said was that I need for you to check on Harry." Albus repeated affectionately as he rose to his feet. "I received a letter from a very worried Ginny Weasley a short while ago. She says that all the letter's she has sent have come back unopened and all attempts to contact him by phone have resulted in nothing as well." Albus explained as a piece of parchment suddenly appeared before him out of thin air. "I trust you can handle this alone?" Albus asked as he read the short and very straight to the point letter from his son. "What if something is wrong?" Remus asked worriedly as he watched the headmaster's face grow extremely pale. "I must attend to some urgent business and will be gone for a few days." Albus stated as he hurried toward the fireplace. Remus watched as Albus disappeared within the green flames and once again cursed softly as he realized that he had no idea what to do if something was indeed wrong with Harry.
Remus stood just outside the front door of #4 Privet Drive. He had purposely waited until it was dark before coming to check on Harry. He still had no clue as to what he might find, or what to do if Harry was hurt in anyway. Albus had also failed to mention if he was allowed to remove Harry from the care of his relatives Remus thought to himself as he rang the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to answer. "What do you want?" Petunia demanded as she opened the door to find one of her nephew's freakish friends on the doorstep. "I want to see Harry." Remus stated, forcing himself to be polite to the horse faced woman. "He's not here." Petunia stated as she attempted to slam the door, only to have Remus shove harder from the opposite direction. "Tell me where Harry is right now or else." Remus threatened angrily as he shoved his way through the door and pointed his wand right between the eyes of the fat boy that made the mistake of stepping between him and Petunia. "Get away from my son!" Vernon yelled as he struggled to get his large bulky frame off the sofa as his son screeched in fear. "Where's Harry!" Remus demanded as he fought to contain his laughter at the sight of Dudley trying to cover his massive behind with his hands. "Up there." Petunia said as she glared at Remus while trying to protect her son. "Thank you." Remus stated as he started up the stairs.
Taking the last few stairs at a run as a terrified scream reached his ears, Remus didn't bother using magic on the locks that lined the doorframe, instead he hurled his body against the door, in his haste to get to Harry. The flimsy door gave way as splinters of wood flew in every direction and Remus rolled to his feet once inside, with his wand ready to defend the child that he now considered his own.