Whoa here's the third chapter then...Took me forever to figure out what to title it lol...

Ishy: Hey thanks for replyin' again! The rumbling was an attack by Voldemort...I didn't mention it during the meeting because this chapter was getting long enough sorry...

Serry: Thanks a ton for replying! Glad you're enjoying my fic!

Brenna8: Well here it goes lol...thanks for replying!

BJCKidsX3: Yeah me and spelling don't mix, lol...That's why spell check is so important to me...If I do have mistakes sorry I try reading through it to make sure there aren't any but I always miss some mistake...I realized that when I was reading through the first chapter...But anyways I thought the muggles finding out would be an interesting twist to, though it puts quite the burden on Harry's shoulders...They won't come much into play for a while though as a warning.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter world...only some of the made up things and Amaya...

-Chapter 3-

Surprises

By noon Harry had weeded the garden and cut the grass, and was once more fully exhausted. Laying back on the newly cut grass, he let out a pleasant sigh as a nice breeze traveled across his face. He relaxed into the grass and closed his eyes for a moment of rest.

"Danny no!" screamed a women's voice urgently.

Harry shot up and was on his feet in an instant. Danny, a little boy with blond hair that Harry had seen the night before, was running out into the street in front of an on coming car to get his ball.

Pulling out his wand Harry pointed at the car, everything slowed suddenly.

As the moment came to a complete stop two dark figures appeared. One, cloaked in a black cloak, another, in a deep green cloak, both had their hoods up.

"Is he strong enough?" questioned a commanding voice from the black cloak.

"He is..." answered the green.

"Will he last?" he looked over Harry as he started to circle.

"He will..." the green nodded.

"Is his heart worthy?" he tapped Harry's chest.

"It is..."

"Is he worthy?" he looked at the green.

"Very..." the green looked back.

"The motive?" he looked around.

"It is there...been all his life..."

The black's hood jerked, "He shall do...So self sacrificial..." the black slowly vanished.

The green paused before disappearing, with a small movement of his hand, much like a slow wave, everything pulled back to proper time.

"Immobulus!" Harry's voice rang out; the car slowed and stopped a foot from Danny, the passengers inside just as frozen. Harry ran forward and pulled Danny out of the way, with the ball, and the spell was released and the car raced past. Returning the boy to his mother, Harry gave her a small smile before leaving.

Picking up his things from working in the garden, he headed inside where he put them in the proper closet.

Trotting up the stairs Harry decided a shower sounded nice, especially a hot one. Letting the seaming water run down his back, Harry relaxed for the second time that day. But this time there were no interruptions until he nearly fell over asleep. Taking that to be a sign to get out of the shower, he shut the water off and climbed out of the tub. Dressing quickly he headed back to his room.

Once he was back in his room he looked at the clock, "Bloody hell where'd the time go?" sighed Harry seeing it was past one already.

He had a few hours until he needed to meet Dumbledore, though he didn't really actually know when they were going to meet Harry assumed it was going to be at least an hour before the Order meeting. Therefore he had until 5:30 to do nothing.

Looking around his room for something to do his eyes rested on the cloak he had been given the day before and the contents wrapped in it. Picking it up gently, Harry unwrapped the items and laid them out separately on his bed. Then he pulled the gloves out of his cloak pocket, along with the single glove and sphere. He set these on his pillow, stepping back he looked at the array of weapons before him.

Pulling out his desk chair he sat down thinking. What did these weapons have to do with him? Sighing Harry leaned forward and picked up the gloves and studied them for a moment, glancing at the cloak he raised a single eye brow. Why didn't they look the same? It only really made sense for them to, but they didn't. The other hand guards were the same, only they were made out of soft well made leather. Opposed to the gloves and cloak that were made of the same water like material.

Tossing the hand wear back on his pillow he picked up the sword that was still sheathed in its scabbard. Standing again Harry pulled the sword out of its sheath and looked over it curiously. The hilt was made out of the same black wood as everything else, only this had green veins through out it, while the others had different assorted colors, the hilt was two handed. The blade was made up of a silver, near black metal that looked a fair amount like hematite, only this metal gave off an eerie green glow. The glow intensified when Harry took the hilt in both hands. Giving it a casual swing he noticed that it had perfect balance. Setting it gently back on his bed he picked up the scabbard to study, here a lot of the time you could learn the history of a sword as long as it hadn't been replaced several times. Along the black scabbard there were the same strange markings that were on the cloak. Maybe not in the same sequence but they were the same language non-the-less, it also had similar ivy patterns that ran down the length of it highlighted with silver and green colors that glowed magically. These weapons were not ordinary by any means.

Moving on Harry sheathed the sword once more and picked up the soft black leather roll, unrolling it Harry discovered the daggers with in and separate holsters for the upper arm, thigh and boot. There were ten daggers altogether in two sizes. Eight out of the ten were small with six inch blades and handles that adjusted when Harry touched them the first time to his hand size. The final two were more like twin hunting blades. The blade was more then a foot long on each and curved dangerously at the end, these had their own sheaths and a separate holster to put on the back, or that attached the arrow's container.

Like all the other weapons Harry recognized the black wood that had sparkling red veins in it, looking a lot like blood when you didn't pay any attention to the sparkle. The blades were some what like the sword, only they did not have the green glow, nor did they have a red glow. It was just a dark hematite looking metal, but Harry knew it was much stronger then that stone. He touched the blade of one of the smaller eight, it was so smooth, all the more dangerous.

Rolling these back up neatly Harry placed them back on the bed and looked at the bow and arrows. When Harry picked up the bow he realized for the first time he was just as tall as he was, if not an inch taller. He looked at the wood closer, before he had only seen the silver, now he noticed a single blue vein that ran down the back of the curved wood. The string was a fine silver thread that he soon guessed was made of the hair from a unicorn's tail. Smiling slightly he pulled the thread and let go to hear a small ring that died quickly. The arrow's wood was the same as the bows, the point was armored with silver and the feathers were silver and a deep, near black, blue. Looking at the leather casing he found the familiar design and writing that was on the sword's scabbard.

Something registered with Harry as he set the bow down beside the arrows once more, he recognized the wood! Digging in his cloak pockets he found the black box that contained his broom. The broom had been made of the same wood with gold veins that ran through it. The shop keeper had said it was rare, so there weren't going to be many brooms made, making the broom all the more expensive. The wood was rare, the broom was going to be rare, hell strange things were popping up in Harry's mind has he thought it all through. Placing all the weapons neatly in a small pile on his bed and tossed the cloak over them and looked around once more.

He room was quiet a mess. There were things falling out of his trunk, books every where, parchment littered his desk from doing his homework, that he had finished the week before, and clothes occupied a small corner. The only real free space was right in front of his desk and bed. The worst thing was; he didn't have any where to put it all. His trunk was to the rim. He had to get the trunk today. Finding his money and wand, he turned and locked the door magically. Looking at his bed he pull the cloak back and picked up the leather roll the held the daggers and unwrapped it quickly. Finding a holster for the upper arm he slipped his arm out of his cloak and put it on quickly and found the proper dagger and sheathed it. With that done, and his cloak fully on, he disappearated and appeared in Diagon Alley for the second time in the past two days.

Walking down the street, that was less crowded then normal, Harry looked for a shop where he could find the kind of trunk he was looking for. When he was nearing a fork in the street he found what he was searching for. A shop on his right was titled simply, Karl's Trunks, slipping in the store he found himself in a well lit room that had a few other wizards buzzing around looking at a verity of different trunks and locks that lined the walls. It was a maze really; it also reminded Harry a lot of the department stores that sold mattresses and furniture in all shapes and sizes. He remembered being dragged through one when he was around six or seven to find his cousin a new mattress for a larger bed.

As he started to walk around he was approached by a small witch, who was at least a head shorter and was very tiny in figure. She smiled pleasantly at Harry, "Anything you are looking for in particular sir?" she asked kindly.

"Yes actually, do you have any multi-compartment trunks by chance?"

The witch nodded, "Follow this aisle to that far wall and take a left and there will be several along the wall."

"Thank you." Harry nodded to her before making his way in the direction she pointed out. There were indeed many different kinds of trunks, with several different combinations of compartment numbers. One even got up to ten compartments, he was sure some could go higher, but he didn't look. His eyes fell on a particularly large brown leathered trunk that had 5 compartments. Harry shook his head and looked at some others.

Soon he had found one that was around the same size as his current trunk with the same rounded top, some were flat. It had seven compartments, it was incased in black leather with silver metal for the bolts, corners, latches, and rims. He was able to choose his locks and what the trunk rooms and compartments would be for.

Turning to look for a worker, almost instantly one appeared at his side, "Need anything?"

Harry blinked, that was easy, "Yeah, I'd like to purchase this trunk, I just need to look at the locks that there are to choose for it."

The man waved his wand and the wall that backed the trunk he was inquiring about went blank, the flyers and papers that explained the trunk disappeared, and soon lines of different locks appeared, all had different shapes and designs to them. "I shall get your trunk ready, just tap on the locks you want once, if you change your mind tap it again. I'll have everything at the desk for you." The man pointed to a place in the middle of the room where the wood reached the ceiling and looked strangely like a square column but with openings on all four sides. With that the man was gone with a small pop.

"Ok then..." Harry looked up at the locks. There were certain locks for rooms and just regular storage areas. The colors to choose from were silver, two gold choices, black, red, dark green, dark blue, and a single orange that Harry didn't intend on getting. Each lock had certain qualities to it. The two gold locks were unique because with them you were able to choose was to do with that room, Harry got one of those. He wanted two compartments for his books, one for his clothes, one to practice in, one a plain room, and the last two he was unsure of. Harry's eyes rested on the most interesting lock of them all, it was black with small bits of silver scattered in it; Harry read the description. His jaw dropped slowly but he quickly recovered and tapped it immediately, this lock would make the room a lot like the Room of Requirement that Harry had discovered at Hogwarts. It was most likely going to be expensive. Harry next chose two silver locks that had nothing elaborate about them, they would lock in his books. Looking at the 4 red locks he chose one that seemed most fit for a normal room, this room he'd some how get a bed in. He needed two more. One for his clothes and practice room. For his clothes he picked a dark green leaf looking lock, and finally for his practice room he chose a dark metallic blue lock that had small little inscriptions and symbols on it. Satisfied with his choices he turned to make his way to the desk.

He easily found the man that had helped him. A small bag waited on the desk for Harry, "That would be 50 galleons total."

Harry pulled out the bag he kept his money in and counted it out quickly and tossed the rest back, which turned out to be a fair amount. Finished Harry picked up the bag and left the store quietly. Sometime while Harry had been in the store it had started to rain. With a sigh Harry pulled his hood up, the cloak thankfully had a water repelling charm on it. Rolling up the bag he stuffed it into an inside pocket and moved towards Flourish and Blotts, if he was going to learn how to use a bow and sword he'd need to read some. With a small smile as he passed the store that he had received his weapons from.

Pausing as he thought, Harry quietly slipped into the store once more, he wanted to check and see if the man had been bothered anymore by Draco. It was the same as it had been the day before, it was dark and few candles still lit the room. No one answered his calls though. He heard a cough and spun around, the desk was behind him leaning over it he yelped in surprise. There the old feeble man laid in his own blood with a dagger in his chest, no where near the heart thankfully.

Going around the desk quickly Harry kneeled by the old mans head who looked up at him groggily, his eyes glazed over. He whispered something.

"What?" Harry leaned close.

"Blond...boy..."

"Draco..." the word came out of Harry's mouth with malice. "Hold on sir..." he leaned down and picked him up, he was so light. With that he vanished to St. Mungo's ground floor, remembering the visit from the year before after he collapsed in the middle of Defense Against the Dark Arts and didn't wake for over a week, he had been taken there. He very well remembered the floors, and the ground floor was the most likely to work. There were again, amazingly, not many people at the Hospital like in Diagon Alley.

Mostly running up to the desk he asked for help in a rushed manner to the witch who was looking down at something on the desk. Who shook her head and was about to asked a question as she looked up but stopped when she saw the bleeding man in his arms. Yelling for one of the med-wizards, the old man was taken from Harry quickly, who sank down into a seat where he ended up waiting for thirty minutes for someone to come and speak with him.

When someone did come Harry was on his feet in an instant, the med-wizard looked at Harry curiously almost, obviously connecting that Harry didn't look anything close to what the old man had "I am sorry to say that we lost your grandfather..." he said in a quiet soothing ton.

Harry opened his mouth to say something but stopped, had the man told him he was his grandson for some specific reason? He thought it over. "How bad was it?"

"It happened a few hours before and the blade was poisoned making the damage to set for us to do anything; we couldn't stop the internal bleeding. He asked us to give you this; he said it's his will in short terms." He handed the paper to Harry who looked down at the folded piece of paper, "This is his wand as well. When his burial preparations are done send us an owl and we will send him where it is you ask."

Harry nodded, "Thank you." Looking down at the paper he discovered the man's name for the first time, Conan O'Klan. The man pat Harry on the back before turning and leaving.

The Will it turned out was not in short terms, once Harry opened it the short scribbles that had once been there vanished and were replaced by something much more formal. It read:

To whom I name my official Heir this will concern. If you are reading this it is likely you are wondering why it is you that has been named my heir and not my blood relatives. The answer is that all my blood relatives have passed on, my children killed in the first coming of Voldemort and my wife just recent has gone from this Earth. I ask you to bury me with my family in Ireland on the O'Klan hill, you can get there by apperating, just think of the hill before you do and you'll arrive there. To you I give my small shop to do what you may with and the money in my vault.

'Oh Lord more money...' thought Harry blankly he could hardly believe it all.

-Conan O'Klan

Thank you Harry Potter for the effort in saving my life, if they have failed to save me I would be honored if you take this Will of mine. You are the final hope of our people; in the shop in the top shelf under the board you'll find my vault key. The things in the shop are yours to take and use, for you may just find use in them. What you choose to do with the rest is your choice. Thank you for the kindness you expressed towards me and may the light shine on you in the final battle.

The second part Harry noticed wasn't exactly written; the way it looked told him that; it must have come from his thoughts. Harry knew something like that wasn't impossible, most likely it had a charm on it of some sort.

Storing the Will in his pocket once more Harry sighed before apperating back to Diagon Alley, he landed in the store once more. Locking the door magically he retrieved the key from the drawer. With a sigh he looked around the shop again. He started to laugh to himself; he was the heir of three different families, his own, Sirius's, and Conan's now.

Walking around the store Harry made sure there wasn't something he wanted to take with him. With Conan dead the wards were probably gone, and Harry didn't know how to put wards up. He'd ask Dumbledore when he met with him. Picking up a staff that had wraps on the ends and leather in the center Harry gave it a spin, he like the feel of it in his hands. There were several of them. This one was a dark blood red wood with black leather and black rope coils on the end. Looking around once more he saw other things that caught his eye, he saw the crystal wand again and touched it. A chill went down his back and he picked it up, putting it in his pocket gently Harry made another round of the store. He'd come back the next day with his friends.

Apperating outside the store he blinked as the rain hit his face and pulled his hood up. Hardly anyone was on the streets because of the pounding rain, a roll of thunder made Harry increase his walking. Once he reached Flourish and Blotts he went to the 'weapons' section, little images of moving swords and firing bows were on the top of a shelf telling him that was where he wanted to be. Harry quickly found a book he could you, it was quite large as well, Weapons of the Ages By: Darek Steel. Harry smiled at the man he had spoken with the day before as he walked up carrying the book under one arm and the staff in his other hand.

While paying for it Harry glanced at his watch, it was just after five, he'd arrive early, and he could talk with his friends while he was there anyways, after their conversation being cut short the day before it didn't sound all that bad to be able to talk to them. After paying Harry stepped out of the store and vanished with a pop.

Upon arriving in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place Harry was met with silence. Looking around and listening he walked quietly towards the kitchen. Opening the door he was met with a blast of noise as people yelled, 'Surprise!'

Harry's jaw dropped and he nearly lost his grip on the book he held and caught it quickly just as he was enveloped in a huge hug buy his three friends at one time. Laughing they all fell through the door way and back out into the hall where they landed on the floor.

"Happy Birthday Harry!" smiled Hermione sitting back on my heels.

"You didn't know did you?" asked Ginny looking slightly worried but still with a slight smile.

"No..." Harry shook his head still smiling, a smile that wouldn't leave his face for the whole night, it seem plastered there. "Not at all."

"Happy Birthday mate." Ron smiled patting him on the back, "Come on we should go inside before they get on us for hogging you."

Harry laughed as he stood and picked up his things.

"What's this stuff?" asked Hermione looking at the ridiculously large book that was once more under Harry's arm.

"A bit of light reading." He smiled back.

Hermione shook her head laughing, "Come on!" she and Ginny took the staff and book as they dragged him into the kitchen and set his stuff off to the side.

Once in the kitchen he was enveloped into many hugs, told many Happy Birthdays, and had many hand shakes. There was a large feast after his entrance where Harry sat with his best friends and the rest of the people who showed up, he had to say this was practically his family. Looking up from his food he looked around the table, he was at the end. To his left was Ginny and to his right were Ron and Hermione. On Ginny's left was Fred, George, Remus, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, Bill. At the end sat Dumbledore. To Hermione's right was Tonks, the girl who had lost her parents- Amaya, Moody, Kingsley, Mrs. Figg, and finally an empty seat that was filled with presents and on top was a picture that Harry couldn't see, but he vary well had an idea of what it was. This really was his family, he smiled.

"Enjoying yourself Harry?" questioned Ginny.

All Harry could do was nod.

"Just wait Harry." Said Fred looking up from his food.

"We have a small show to put on." Finished George with a mysterious smile.

The show turned out to be some mini-fireworks and rockets that spun around the room for about five minutes at a time. When they went off everyone had jumped in surprise because it happened on its own. Fred and George smiled equally at everyone's reaction. There were a lot of 'ohhs' and 'awes' as the mini-rockets flew around the room colorfully and the little fire works went off above them all.

Once the Weasley twins show was done with someone shouted, "Presents!" gleefully. The whole party was putting everyone in high sprits after all the current happenings, even Amaya was smiling as she looked around.

Soon Harry had his own personal conveyor belt going down the table as people pasted presents towards his end. The first present he received was from Hagrid.

Harry-

Sorry I couldn't make it to your surprise party, I turned up sick a few days back and I'd rather not pass it on to everyone. I hope the present is of some use to you. He likes talking', I believe you'll get along with him well.

Harry looked at the box him?

Don't worry he won't harm no one, especially if you ask him not to.

-Hagrid

Harry passed the note to Ron and Hermione who had mentioned something about Hagrid's wear-a-bouts. The box was a lot heavier then he had been expecting when he picked it up. Setting it in his lap he felt something shift in the box, he raised an eye brow. Removing some latches that kept the lid down he opened the box was met with a pair of intelligent blue eyes.

"What is it Harry?" asked Tonks sitting up straight.

Harry put a hand in the box and pet its head before lift it out with both hands. Now out of the box Harry revealed a kitten, an exceptionally large one, he was black with white marks all down his body giving him and interesting look, but what everyone gaped at was not his color, nor his eyes, but his wings.

"Oh my...that's a winged lion Harry!" yelped an excited Hermione making the blue eyes look in her direction.

No one spoke; the kitten looked around curiously and started to paw at Harry's fork.

"What will you name it Harry?" asked a calm voice.

Harry looked up to find Dumbledore's twinkling eyes looking at him. "Conan." Conan looked up pleased with the name obviously.

"Where'd you get that?" asked Ron curiously having never heard the name before.

"A friend." Answered Harry quietly, "I suppose I should tell you all." Quietly he told the story of Conan, leaving out his new weapons and say he just looking in the store and save him from Draco.

Once again no one spoke for the second time that night, "Ok next present." Harry smiled picking up another particularly heavy one. "Ginny..." balancing the gift he picked up Conan, "Hold him a moment."

Ginny smiled down at Conan as Harry put him in her lap where he began to play with the ends of Ginny's hair.

"Oh that's from me." Hermione said looking at the gift, "Sorry there is no note I figured the party would be enough."

Harry laughed, "No problem." Pulling back the wrappings Harry found himself looking at a book to add to his collection Runes of the Ages By: David Carter, "Thanks 'mione, I know what I can use this for already." he thought about the weapons back at his house, there was more to them he knew and he hoped this book might help just figure that out.

Hermione smiled, "Welcome."

Harry set that on his left side along with the box Conan had come in. Turning he found Ron holding out a present for him already. "Thanks." There was no note on the top, when he opened it he found one.

If this doesn't pay you back for all your help the past two years I don't know what does...

-Ron

Closing the note Harry looked up at his friend curiously then down at the small fist size box. Opening it he found a dark smooth rock.

"Its black opal...They say it's very rare. I found it in a cave in Romania last summer when we went."

Harry nodded and picked it up; rotating it in his hand for a moment he set it back in the box, "Thanks Ron." Setting it on top of his Rune book he looked down at the pile. There was much more then he was expecting.

Picking up another he found Moody's gift who smiled strangely as Harry pulled it out of a bag. Looking at it curiously Harry soon figured out it was a kind of armor, it was some sort of skin.

"That is graphorn skin Harry. It'll protect you from any spells directed towards you chest and back."

"Oh! I see now..." Harry looked it over again, "Thanks."

Moody nodded not smiling like he had been before, but there was still a faint trace of a smile still there.

Harry received a book on charms from Tonks, and a box of their own personal tricks and gags from Fred and George. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's gifts were mostly the meal, as Harry considered it, and a new cloak in Gryffindor colors with the patch on the upper right arm of the cloak and the symbol on the back with his name above it. Harry smile as he looked over it then set it aside, when he wasn't looking Conan jumped down from Ginny's lap and declared it his bed.

From Lupin he received an album that held pictures of Sirius in his dog form and the whole group, with the exception of Lupin, transformed and many other pictures of their younger years at Hogwarts. The back pages were empty though. When he found the break there was a note.

May your own memories fill this space...

Harry smiled up at his friend then set the album down by everything else, and laughed when he saw Conan curled up on his new cloak. He rubbed the cats head before looking down at the final presents. From Kingsley he received a new watch, as his had been destroyed the year before in the mans presence. From Mrs. Figg he received a bracelet that had a metal circular emblem that had black or brown leather to make it a bracelet like form. Three others accompanied the single one, they would keep him and three chosen friends connected at all times. They glowed blue, when they turned red one of them was in danger. Harry tossed one to Hermione, Ginny, and Ron.

He receive a book on Dragons from Charlie, and a book on Warding spells from Bill, who he graciously thanked because he needed to know how to do them. From Ginny he received a pendant that had the Gryffindor house symbol, to the griffons back was a phoenix whose head raised in a call, which was in red and gold. On the back of that was the Hogwarts symbol. Harry thanked her quietly. The final present was from Dumbledore. Picking up the box Harry looked down at it curiously. Picking up the note on top of it he read:

Harry-

I happened to of been walking in the woods when I came upon it, I believe you can care for it well enough.

-Dumbledore

Blinking Harry put the note on the table (the plates had vanished and only drinks were left), and lifted the lid off. Inside was a black as night egg. Restraining from letting his jaw drop Harry looked up at Dumbledore, "Its it really..."

Dumbledore nodded with one of his odd mysterious smiles on his face.

"What is it Harry?" asked Hermione curiously leaning forward to get a look in the box.

"A phoenix egg." Answered Harry very quietly.

Ron smiled and slapped him on the back, "Looks like you have a lot to look after now."

"Ha-ha..." Harry shook his head, first a winged lion from Hagrid, now a phoenix. He needed to wake up from his dream because everything was turning too far in his direction. When that happened it usually meant something bad was going to happen later. Maybe Conan's death was part of it. Composing himself he smiled at his Headmaster, "Thank you..." he looked down at the egg. "So much..."

Silence followed that, which Dumbledore graciously broke, "Now the other Order members will be here within a half an hour. We need to get this place cleaned up." He looked around at them all, "Harry."

Harry nodded, getting up he gathered his things, all in one box except the egg; he left Conan on the floor with his cloak while he took his other things and placed them with the things he had brought. After that the retrieved Conan and his cloak, which he put on the top of the pile, then he followed Dumbledore out of the room with Conan in his arms dead asleep.

Once they were in the same room as before, they both took the same seats as the night before.

"Harry I want to speak with you about what's going to be happening in the next month or so."

Harry nodded for Dumbledore to continue, the night before was surreal to him, he couldn't possibly be a sorcerer.

Dumbledore began, "You are going to start changing, some physically and some magically. You'll know which one when it happens. It'll be painful at times, I much warn you now. If it gets to overwhelming you can come here and Mrs. Weasley will know to fetch me right away."

Harry nodded quietly.

"Do you understand this all?"

Harry half way nodded, Conan woke up with a wide yawn and blinked as he looked over at Dumbledore then up at Harry who smiled faintly down at him. "When will it start?"

"Any time from now to a weeks time, but you'll know when it begins. It'll hit full force, not subtly like other stages of life."

Harry nodded, "What should I do?"

"Continue as normally as you can. I'd prefer you not tell your friends until after the transformation is complete. Though it is likely that Miss Granger may just figure it out on her own. But we will see."

Harry nodded, "How long will it last?"

"Any where from a day to a month, we all change differently."

Harry nodded, "Just like we all look and act differently."

"Yes Harry you are correct. You body deals with things differently because you are different and you've been through many traumas in life."

"Why now? Why this age?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "The end of a persons 16th year of life a lot of times, in wizards mostly, marks the complete end of adolescence."

Harry nodded, several pops sounded in the hall out side the room, "Sounds like the rest of the Order has arrived." He stood.

Dumbledore followed suite, "Yes indeed it does. If you have any other questions, any at all, feel free to ask."

Harry nodded and walked out. Conan now found a way to perch himself on Harry shoulder and looked around noble like.

"Hey Harry!" called Ron from the stairs.

Turning Harry walked up to where his friends sat and took his own seat still thinking and hardly aware of Conan climbing down his arm.

"Harry are you alright?" asked Ginny waving a hand in front of his blank stare.

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine." He blinked again, "Sorry I was thinking."

"Very deeply it seems." Said Hermione looking at her friend.

"Hey you guys, meet me in Diagon Alley by the Qudditch store at one in the afternoon." Said Harry.

They all nodded, "What is it?" asked Ginny.

"I just want to show you something, that's all." Said Harry.

Ron smiled at the mentioning of the Qudditch store, "Did you hear about that new broom Harry? I heard its really rare, and very expensive."

Harry nodded, "The SunStar?" he looked up at Ron's beaming face. "Sirius told me in his will to buy something fun with the money I inherited from him."

Ron looked at Harry then it all registered, "You bought a SunStar?" his eyes were wide and his jaw was dropped slightly in awe.

"Oh please Ron." Hermione pushed his jaw up.

"Don't 'oh please' me Hermione..." Ron rambled on starting an argument

Harry looked at Ginny, "Do they always bicker like this?"

Ginny laughed and nodded, "A lot, you're lucky you don't stay here."

"I guess I am." He laughed looking up at his two best friends who turned on him.

"What?" they asked simultaneously.

"Nothing." Harry looked down the stairs hiding his smirk, "Hey come on the meetings going to start soon." He got up from the step he was sitting on and leapt down the remaining steps. Something landed kind of heavily on his shoulder, "Hey you flew!" said Harry surprised and received a look from Conan. Your really surprised? Asked a voice in his mind.

"Ah so now you talk." He smiled at Conan who looked smug where he sat perched on Harry's shoulder. "You know you're not going to be able to do that very long. Your going to get big." The miniature lion nodded.

After he sat down Conan took the time to crawl into his lap once more and curl up. In a matter of minutes the cat was out again, "If only I could do that..." sighing Harry looking down at him.

"I wish sleeping was that easy." Said Ginny at his side.

"Yeah me too." They laughed lightly, it soon died as Dumbledore stood again.

The meeting only addressed the fact of the muggles new knowledge, Harry had little participation in the meeting, same as his friends. Only time Harry spoke was when they mentioned the reactions. Harry had gotten a pretty good idea of the general people's reaction and spoke up then and only then.

When the meeting had ended, near eight, the people dispersed with the knowledge that they'd be informed of the next meeting later. Gathering his things awkwardly he balanced the two boxes on top of the books in one arm, his cloak was over his left arm with his staff in that handle, and Conan had taken the liberty of placing himself on Harry's shoulder. Biding a quick good bye to his friends he vanished with all of his things and dropped them nearly when he reappeared in his room.

Tossing his staff and cloak on the bed he took the book by both hands and set it on the bed also and removed the boxes and set them on the floor. Without warning the large Rune book fell off the top of the stack and soon the others followed making a loud racket, only the book he had originally bought stayed on his bed.

Shortly his Uncles loud knocking came at the door and the knob moved, "Unlock the bloody door boy! I know you're in there!"

Waving his wand the lock unlatched and the door flew open. Harry crossed his arms while his Uncle gaped at him.

"What is that bloody creature?"

"Oh this is Conan, a present I got for my birthday."

"Don't think-"

"He's staying here Uncle Vernon." Conan dropped from his perch on Harry's shoulder to the floor.

'He looks like the human form of a pig...' came Conan's words in Harry's mind.

Looking down at Conan, Harry had to resist from laughing until he fell over. "If you don't mind I have some work to do."

Harry's Uncle left red faced, once he was gone Harry fell into a fit of laughter, 'Very nice Conan...'

Conan looked at the laughing Harry confused, 'He does though, how can you not see it? His middle-'

'Don't worry I see it...'

Conan claimed Harry's dirty clothes his bed for the time while Harry worked. Sighing Harry restacked the books, then pulled the bag out of his pocket that contained his trunk, locks, and keys. Dumping the bag out on his bed Harry picked up the miniature black trunk and set it in the middle of the room where he renewed it to its proper size.

Sorting through the locks, the keys were attached by strings, Harry laid them out and started making up the order he would want them to be in on the trunk. He finally decided to go with the two silvers, green, red, blue, black, and gold order he had laid out.

Removing the keys he attached them in the proper places on the trunk. Emptying his old trunk Harry opened the first compartment and placed his most often used books in it, along with parchment, quills, potions equipment, and other objects. In the second compartment he put his old school books and other items. Harry took no time in folding the clothes that weren't folded; he simply threw them into the third compartment.

Next he opened the practice room and went down carrying his weapons in one arm as he went down the ladder. The room adjusted to what he wanted it to look like. The floor changed so that a third of it was a black marble a lot like the lock, another third was dirt ground, and the last third was a long piece of grass field. Pleased with that different kinds of racks appeared and one appeared by the ladder where Harry placed his weapons so they were in easy reach. He figured he was going to take many of the things from Conan's old shop and keep them there, at least the weapons and probably the more expensive things in the extra room.

Climbing out of that room Harry looked around the now clean room and opened the red lock and went down stairs this time to find himself in a blank room at first but then it suddenly formed into a circular room with red walls and gold trimmings, cabinets and shelves appear in an equally deep blue matching the new blood red and a counter of very dark green appeared between the two cabinets. The bed was king size, located behind the stairs; the bedding was black and started to remind Harry a lot of the cloak he owned.

Pleased with the look of the room Harry left shrank his old trunk and returned to the room where he renewed the trunk to its proper size and put it at the end of the bed. He looked around at the bare shelves and such and quietly turned and left, they'd be covered soon enough.

Yawning Harry left the room once more resisting the urge to sleep in that bed rather then the one he was going to. Locking his trunk he realized he'd have to put wards on the locks. Putting all his keys on his desk under a piece of parchment Harry change quickly into his night robes then moved to get into his bed. Before that he went a retrieved Conan from him clothes and then got in bed. With a final yawn both he and Conan were deep asleep.

Later an unearthly noise woke Harry, sitting up he rubbed his eyes wearily and noticed immediately that Conan was gone. Sitting up completely and turning a light on, which he regretted right away, he looked down and saw Conan looking at the box in which the phoenix egg was in. Amazed slightly that his Uncle wasn't awake because of the noise Harry picked up the box and shifted so he sat cross legged on his bed and placed the box before himself, Conan jumped up and sat across from him.

'I think it's hatching...' mentioned Conan.

"Really?" asked Harry sarcastically, "Why couldn't you wait until morning..." he sighed lifting the lid off to take a look. The black egg was giving off a slight glow.

The music continued for five minutes before something started to happen and the egg cracked for the first time. With that a silver beak pushed through the top, Harry pulled back a cracked piece of egg to reveal the small phoenix that now looked up at Harry with wide bright green eyes.

Harry glanced up at Hedwig who was watching from her cage curiously. The phoenix had few feathers but they were appearing rapidly as it emerged from the egg. 'I suppose I should come up with a name...' sighed Harry looking at Conan who glanced up at him then at the phoenix. 'What do you suppose it is? A boy or girl?'

'I wouldn't know...' retorted Conan looking up at Harry absurdly.

Sighing Harry thought of some names to try on the phoenix as its feathers continued to appear, it would probably be a good idea to name it after he had seen its appearance.

Harry looked at the bird quietly, its feathers seemed black mostly but when he looked at them closer they were actually a mix of colors, but black dominated its color. The feathers were a very deep dark blue, red, green, silver, and gold, among the black. Over all though if you didn't pay attention, because the colors were so dark, it looked black. Harry had never seen anything quite like it. His eyes focusing again he looked at the phoenix who was watching him expectantly.

"Ok a name...how about...Aidan?" the bird literally shook his head, "That's a no...ok...Isolde?" the phoenix squawked indignantly. "Ok...ok you're a boy...um...Alix?" the phoenix seemed to think on it and finally nod satisfied with the name. "Ok Alix it is."

"Ok now..." Harry sighed, "If you don't mind I'm going to get some sleep..." Harry placed the box beside his bed on the desk and turned the light off and was asleep with Conan at his side in a matter of minutes.

A/N: Wow that was a really long chapter! I'm glad I got it done finally! I really want to get going on the next one! I have so many ideas for the next two chapters...they won't get to Hogwarts for three chapters most likely...maybe in two I'm not sure...we'll see...But thanks for reading my readers! I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can! Angel

Oh yes...if there are some mistakes near the end sorry...I didn't get to read through that I finished it late...well tonight really...its after 12 so yeah...

Hint: There is a trend in the colors...I'm sure you all got it by now...but that's why everything is that way if you've figured out the trend and what it stands for...