Rebirth of the Phoenix
Child of the new Dawn
Disclaimer: don't own don't sue
A/n Ok ok everyone wants more of Harry teaching so I'll let him finish the year off. But its holidays so it'll be awhile for teaching to come back up k! hummmm none of the reviewers are even close to what Ashon is up to! *grins evilly* keep guessing! Any suggestion for Christmas presents are welcome!
Hope scarysecrets is feeling better!
Pain, Distractions, and Memories
Remus' POV
Remus blanched and shifted uneasily as Harry's emerald green eyes bored into his amber ones. So Dumbledore had finally told him. Remus was hesitant to ask what had made the headmaster finally tell Harry about his family history, at least Harry had gone to SEE the headmaster.
Sighing he spoke through the growing lump in his throat, "Harry, we wanted to tell you-"
"Dumbledore explained that too." Harry said coolly.
Remus fought back a wince; Harry hadn't spoken like that since Sirius died.............
"Harry-"
"You'd think I'd be used to the thought of death by now. Why does this feel worse than the prophecy? Because I already know what's going to happen or because I have to wait for it?............."
Remus could see Harry was shaking. Whither it was from anger or fear he couldn't tell.
"Tell me about the ritual."
Remus started, "What- Harry I-"
"Tell me about the ritual!" Harry said louder insisting on hearing every part.
"You'll have to be at the place where the shard is kept." Remus stated in a pained voice, "Voldemort and his lackeys will do certain spells and enchantments so they can get near the shard. Y-you'll be tied to the....... whatever the shard is on, most likely a stone column or something, and- and you'll be given a series of shallow cuts.
Your blood will flow to the ground and activate certain ancient seals around the room, the spirit will manipulate these seal's flow of magic and use them to become whole while weakening the remaining defenses.
When the shard is removed and Voldemort absorbs some of its magic, your own will be stripped away from your body. The shard does this to try and reclaim its own magic using another source, namely the magic you got from your ancestors. With the loss of blood and the agony of having your magic stripped away............"
"I'll die." Harry finished in a hollow voice.
"You won't die!" Remus shouted standing up, feeling the wolf rise inside him howling in despair. He kneeled in front of Harry and touched his cheek gently, "You think I'll let Voldemort do this? I won't just stand here and let you die. I'll protect you."
Harry buried his face into Remus' chest and Remus rubbed his back soothingly. After a moment Harry pulled back saying softly, "I really need to stop getting death threats or I'll be as paranoid as Mad-eye."
Remus smiled and helped Harry untangle his blankets, "Don't let him hear you say that." He froze suddenly seeing the cut on Harry's neck. He gently ran his thumb across it and jerked back after Harry winced.
"That does it." Remus said distractedly and rose from the bed. He knelt back down and shuffled through Harry's nightstand drawer, pulling out the sleeping potion that Poppy always insisted be there.
He poured out a bit into a cup and handed it to Harry saying softly, "Here take this, but don't tell Poppy or else we'll have half a hospital in your drawer."
Harry managed a weak smile and drained the cup of potion.
Remus stayed with him until the potion took full effect, before retuning to his own room to fall into an uneasy sleep with Ashon's words running through his head.
'Keep him close'
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Wormtail's POV
Wormtail glared at the floating figure of Salazzar Slytherin. How he hated that creature. He forced his attention back to the text he was supposed to be translating. Of course he was no great shakes at languages so it would take him most of the night to finish, but the sooner the better, for this would give that spirit a solid form and then his master would take his birth right power for himself.
All the needed was the text and Potter to lead them. Shoving what remained of his conscious in the back of his mind he reminded himself that he had fulfilled his debt and Potter was of no concern to him.
With Potter's blood they would be rid of this creature. Wormtail reached to pick up a quill when the spirit gave a screech.
"Boys mind is blocked........ sleeping potion......... stupid lycanthrope!"
Wormtail winced, Remus you're just digging yourself a hole. The boy's as good as dead now, just leave him,........ or join him.
He shuddered as he saw the furious look in his master's red eyes, often directed at him, "When we attack the werewolves for the second time, Lupin dies. He is causing too much trouble to live; he's becoming a nescience. Wormtail! Finish that translation you idiot!"
"Yes master!" Wormtail squeaked and started to write furiously.
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Harry's POV
Harry wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and watched the snowflakes drift lazily from the sky, as he sat on the window seat facing the surrounding woods, trying not to think on anything that had happened recently.
"Harry?"
Harry glanced over toward the door and smiled at Moony. "Morning Moony."
"Want any breakfast?"
Harry shook his head no and turned back to the window. From behind him he heard Moony sigh and then felt a hand on his shoulder, "Come with me I've been meaning to show you something."
As usual that caught Harry's curiosity and he followed Moony abandoning his blanket. Remus lead him to his room and gestured to a slightly scorched wooden box (A/n chapter 7), and said, "I've been meaning to give that to you for a while."
Harry knelt down and took off the lid. He stifled a snort as he pulled out the stuffed animals (a stag, dog, and wolf) causing Moony to say indignantly, "Hey those were your favorite toys when you were a baby!"
Harry proptly began holding the stuffed toys in mock reverence, handling them as if they were made of glass, and promptly got hit in the back of the head by the stuffed wolf.
He looked over a few old pictures of his parents holding him, or the marauders playing with him as a baby. Then he picked up the last of the contents of the box, two wands scorched black. His parent's wands.
Moony left the bed to kneel down beside Harry, "Those were taken from the wreckage, that night."
"Thanks Moony."
Moony ruffled his already wild hair affectionately, "Anytime Kenani, now let's eat I'm starving."
Harry snorted, "You're as bad as Ron." But he hesitated before he left the room and looked back at the stuffed toys for a moment, then turned and headed down the stairs.
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Dumbledore's POV
'Morning is the only time your body always remembers how old you are.' Dumbledore thought tiredly as he started though the paperwork he had to fill out. What he wouldn't give for a distraction...........
BANG!
The door flew open and a furious looking Professor Snape strode in.
"My people love to burst though your door don't they?" The sorting hat inquired with its usual charm.
"Headmaster, I apologize for the suddenness but something has come up."
'I didn't mean this kind of distraction,'
"Of course Severus. What is it?"
"The dark lord is furious. Apparently Lupin gave Potter a sleeping potion and the spirit was unable to obtain entrance into his mind."
"The potion did this?"
"I believe it was a mixture of the potion and Occlumency that did it. The potion wasn't strong enough on its own. However Potter can't continue using it every night as it becomes additive over a long period of time."
"How long can he use it?"
"Two weeks every day."
"I'll speak to Remus about that, what did Voldemort do after he discovered this?"
"Lupin is going to be a target in an staged attack. I don't know when or where though, the dark lord isn't letting me into the inner circle."
"Does he suspect you?" Dumbledore asked sharply.
Snape shrugged, "He doesn't trust any of us, me slightly less than the others but no outright suspicions."
"Inform me of any changes."
"Yes headmaster."
Dumbledore watched Snape leave the room and sighed as he turned to his work, but didn't wish for another distraction.
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A/N if anyone is wondering Remus knows all about the ritual from Dumbledore he just told it in more detail.
Thanks to~
A Sly Fan- ummmmm sure! Why not! Sorry about the shortness
DarkFelineHuntress- thanks! I'm glad! Lol I love writing Ashon! Well I think you already got your answer he sorta does
Scarysecrets- ah that's not fun! Oh dear spinny heads aren't fun I would know! Lol umm Harry where's your arm/leg/buttock? Lol I love Ashon! Setting fires? I'm not gonna ask. Well at least you used a tissue! Ewww Volde bites? Haha this one isn't that late only 11:30 yeah again being compared with JK. Sorry this is so short but I'm tired I was in Ohio all day and I won second place in this painting thingy. Hope you feel better!
HermioneGreen- thanks! You know what Ashon's doing yet? Lol mollycoddling!
Kemenran- I'll get the next chappie soon for destined I'm sorta stuck between writer's block and no time to write.
TuxedoMac- thanks! Yeah it should all come together in the end with maybe a few clues if I do a sequel.
Athenakitty- lol you're not the only one comparing this to drinking! Hummmmmm looks in atlas. Of course you can stop the sad puppy dog eyes
Nicoletta- me too! Lol NO my Remmie! We can share but that's all! Or else I'll get A to rebel and then get my vamps and other werewolves and we'll get him back!
Child of the new Dawn
Disclaimer: don't own don't sue
A/n Ok ok everyone wants more of Harry teaching so I'll let him finish the year off. But its holidays so it'll be awhile for teaching to come back up k! hummmm none of the reviewers are even close to what Ashon is up to! *grins evilly* keep guessing! Any suggestion for Christmas presents are welcome!
Hope scarysecrets is feeling better!
Pain, Distractions, and Memories
Remus' POV
Remus blanched and shifted uneasily as Harry's emerald green eyes bored into his amber ones. So Dumbledore had finally told him. Remus was hesitant to ask what had made the headmaster finally tell Harry about his family history, at least Harry had gone to SEE the headmaster.
Sighing he spoke through the growing lump in his throat, "Harry, we wanted to tell you-"
"Dumbledore explained that too." Harry said coolly.
Remus fought back a wince; Harry hadn't spoken like that since Sirius died.............
"Harry-"
"You'd think I'd be used to the thought of death by now. Why does this feel worse than the prophecy? Because I already know what's going to happen or because I have to wait for it?............."
Remus could see Harry was shaking. Whither it was from anger or fear he couldn't tell.
"Tell me about the ritual."
Remus started, "What- Harry I-"
"Tell me about the ritual!" Harry said louder insisting on hearing every part.
"You'll have to be at the place where the shard is kept." Remus stated in a pained voice, "Voldemort and his lackeys will do certain spells and enchantments so they can get near the shard. Y-you'll be tied to the....... whatever the shard is on, most likely a stone column or something, and- and you'll be given a series of shallow cuts.
Your blood will flow to the ground and activate certain ancient seals around the room, the spirit will manipulate these seal's flow of magic and use them to become whole while weakening the remaining defenses.
When the shard is removed and Voldemort absorbs some of its magic, your own will be stripped away from your body. The shard does this to try and reclaim its own magic using another source, namely the magic you got from your ancestors. With the loss of blood and the agony of having your magic stripped away............"
"I'll die." Harry finished in a hollow voice.
"You won't die!" Remus shouted standing up, feeling the wolf rise inside him howling in despair. He kneeled in front of Harry and touched his cheek gently, "You think I'll let Voldemort do this? I won't just stand here and let you die. I'll protect you."
Harry buried his face into Remus' chest and Remus rubbed his back soothingly. After a moment Harry pulled back saying softly, "I really need to stop getting death threats or I'll be as paranoid as Mad-eye."
Remus smiled and helped Harry untangle his blankets, "Don't let him hear you say that." He froze suddenly seeing the cut on Harry's neck. He gently ran his thumb across it and jerked back after Harry winced.
"That does it." Remus said distractedly and rose from the bed. He knelt back down and shuffled through Harry's nightstand drawer, pulling out the sleeping potion that Poppy always insisted be there.
He poured out a bit into a cup and handed it to Harry saying softly, "Here take this, but don't tell Poppy or else we'll have half a hospital in your drawer."
Harry managed a weak smile and drained the cup of potion.
Remus stayed with him until the potion took full effect, before retuning to his own room to fall into an uneasy sleep with Ashon's words running through his head.
'Keep him close'
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Wormtail's POV
Wormtail glared at the floating figure of Salazzar Slytherin. How he hated that creature. He forced his attention back to the text he was supposed to be translating. Of course he was no great shakes at languages so it would take him most of the night to finish, but the sooner the better, for this would give that spirit a solid form and then his master would take his birth right power for himself.
All the needed was the text and Potter to lead them. Shoving what remained of his conscious in the back of his mind he reminded himself that he had fulfilled his debt and Potter was of no concern to him.
With Potter's blood they would be rid of this creature. Wormtail reached to pick up a quill when the spirit gave a screech.
"Boys mind is blocked........ sleeping potion......... stupid lycanthrope!"
Wormtail winced, Remus you're just digging yourself a hole. The boy's as good as dead now, just leave him,........ or join him.
He shuddered as he saw the furious look in his master's red eyes, often directed at him, "When we attack the werewolves for the second time, Lupin dies. He is causing too much trouble to live; he's becoming a nescience. Wormtail! Finish that translation you idiot!"
"Yes master!" Wormtail squeaked and started to write furiously.
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Harry's POV
Harry wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and watched the snowflakes drift lazily from the sky, as he sat on the window seat facing the surrounding woods, trying not to think on anything that had happened recently.
"Harry?"
Harry glanced over toward the door and smiled at Moony. "Morning Moony."
"Want any breakfast?"
Harry shook his head no and turned back to the window. From behind him he heard Moony sigh and then felt a hand on his shoulder, "Come with me I've been meaning to show you something."
As usual that caught Harry's curiosity and he followed Moony abandoning his blanket. Remus lead him to his room and gestured to a slightly scorched wooden box (A/n chapter 7), and said, "I've been meaning to give that to you for a while."
Harry knelt down and took off the lid. He stifled a snort as he pulled out the stuffed animals (a stag, dog, and wolf) causing Moony to say indignantly, "Hey those were your favorite toys when you were a baby!"
Harry proptly began holding the stuffed toys in mock reverence, handling them as if they were made of glass, and promptly got hit in the back of the head by the stuffed wolf.
He looked over a few old pictures of his parents holding him, or the marauders playing with him as a baby. Then he picked up the last of the contents of the box, two wands scorched black. His parent's wands.
Moony left the bed to kneel down beside Harry, "Those were taken from the wreckage, that night."
"Thanks Moony."
Moony ruffled his already wild hair affectionately, "Anytime Kenani, now let's eat I'm starving."
Harry snorted, "You're as bad as Ron." But he hesitated before he left the room and looked back at the stuffed toys for a moment, then turned and headed down the stairs.
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Dumbledore's POV
'Morning is the only time your body always remembers how old you are.' Dumbledore thought tiredly as he started though the paperwork he had to fill out. What he wouldn't give for a distraction...........
BANG!
The door flew open and a furious looking Professor Snape strode in.
"My people love to burst though your door don't they?" The sorting hat inquired with its usual charm.
"Headmaster, I apologize for the suddenness but something has come up."
'I didn't mean this kind of distraction,'
"Of course Severus. What is it?"
"The dark lord is furious. Apparently Lupin gave Potter a sleeping potion and the spirit was unable to obtain entrance into his mind."
"The potion did this?"
"I believe it was a mixture of the potion and Occlumency that did it. The potion wasn't strong enough on its own. However Potter can't continue using it every night as it becomes additive over a long period of time."
"How long can he use it?"
"Two weeks every day."
"I'll speak to Remus about that, what did Voldemort do after he discovered this?"
"Lupin is going to be a target in an staged attack. I don't know when or where though, the dark lord isn't letting me into the inner circle."
"Does he suspect you?" Dumbledore asked sharply.
Snape shrugged, "He doesn't trust any of us, me slightly less than the others but no outright suspicions."
"Inform me of any changes."
"Yes headmaster."
Dumbledore watched Snape leave the room and sighed as he turned to his work, but didn't wish for another distraction.
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A/N if anyone is wondering Remus knows all about the ritual from Dumbledore he just told it in more detail.
Thanks to~
A Sly Fan- ummmmm sure! Why not! Sorry about the shortness
DarkFelineHuntress- thanks! I'm glad! Lol I love writing Ashon! Well I think you already got your answer he sorta does
Scarysecrets- ah that's not fun! Oh dear spinny heads aren't fun I would know! Lol umm Harry where's your arm/leg/buttock? Lol I love Ashon! Setting fires? I'm not gonna ask. Well at least you used a tissue! Ewww Volde bites? Haha this one isn't that late only 11:30 yeah again being compared with JK. Sorry this is so short but I'm tired I was in Ohio all day and I won second place in this painting thingy. Hope you feel better!
HermioneGreen- thanks! You know what Ashon's doing yet? Lol mollycoddling!
Kemenran- I'll get the next chappie soon for destined I'm sorta stuck between writer's block and no time to write.
TuxedoMac- thanks! Yeah it should all come together in the end with maybe a few clues if I do a sequel.
Athenakitty- lol you're not the only one comparing this to drinking! Hummmmmm looks in atlas. Of course you can stop the sad puppy dog eyes
Nicoletta- me too! Lol NO my Remmie! We can share but that's all! Or else I'll get A to rebel and then get my vamps and other werewolves and we'll get him back!