Phoenix of Legend
Disclaimer: All characters and subject matter appearing herein are the copyrighted © creations of J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros., and are borrowed for the purposes of this fan fiction. No money in any form was earned in its production.
Lily: Thank you so much for the compliment! Glad to hear you like my story. Don't worry; I plan to make this a pretty long story (somewhere between 15 to 20 chapters, hopefully!).
Star Mage: With all the projects that I had to do, I hope this got out fast enough for you. I hope you will be surprised by the reaction of everybody at Hogwarts!
Anon: I am so glad you like my story. Hope I can keep it interesting! Please forgive the tardiness on my part. Exams were coming up and my art projects were weighing down on me.
Slim: Glad you like it. As for what he transforms into; hint, hint, (cough, look, cough, at, cough, title, cough).
Yana: Don't make Harry change? If you mean his personality than I won't, but if you mean physically, too late.
Chapter 6 - Phoenix Fright; Dragon Might
"Will he be all right?"
"What happened to him?"
"Please leave! My patient needs his rest!"
Voices jumbled together in his hazy state of mind. Some seemed familiar while others were muffled or distorted. As his mind resurfaced to register the world around him, he could recognise more and more of the distorted voices. Sluggishly, he opened his eyes only to shut them quickly as the light hurt them. He tried once more and looked just in time to see Madam Pomfrey shooing people from the infirmary.
"Out, out, out! I will inform all of you when he is awake." With that the matron shut the door of the infirmary. Wearily, she leaned against the door wiping her forehead of sweat. When she looked up she was met with two very alert emerald green eyes following her every movement. She immediately returned to her professional demeanour.
"Welcome back Mr. Potter. I need to run some tests, it will only take a minute." She took out her wand and walked towards the boy lying on the bed. Before she could speak an incantation, a gust of wind blew her off her feet.
Once Harry saw her take her wand out he immediately remembered the pain associated with it. Instinctively he tried to defend himself resulting in Madam Pomfrey lying on the ground with a few feathers surrounding her.
Harry wasn't quite sure what had happened. The last thing he remembered was seeing Sirius and coming to his aid. In fact, he was still a little disoriented and confused. He knew he was at Hogwarts, that he had just blown Madam Pomfrey to the ground using wings that should not be attached to him, and that she was not at all pleased to say the least.
"Mr. Potter, in the future please refrain from tossing me across the floor like some rag doll." She got up off the floor massaging her sore backside. She advances on him once again to perform the spells, but stopped when Harry whimpered and curled up in a foetal position.
Harry was shaking with fear as flashes of his time in captivity raced across his mind. The pain and suffering, the fear and hopelessness, and the countless hours spent wishing for it all to end. Madam Pomfrey was at a lost, she had never expected this reaction from the boy that always tried to creep out of the infirmary even if he was missing his bones or had fallen from a near fatal height
"Plea . please, don't use your wand." It was said as nothing but a whisper, but Pomfrey heard it. Her heart broke as she noted the pleading tone in his voice. She could only imagine the horrors he had had to injure while in the company of the Dark Lord. Ha! In her opinion, the Dark Lord was a coward for injuring an innocent child. He was nothing more than a vile monster that preyed on the innocent.
"Very well Mister Potter, but I expect you to at least take your potions. Otherwise you will NOT be leaving this infirmary any time soon. Do I make myself clear?" She immediately pushed a goblet of healing potion with a sleeping draught in it in front of him.
"Yes, I understand." He lowered his head as he took the goblet from her. He took one look at it then downed the offending substance in one go. The potion took immediate affect and Harry soon found himself falling back onto his bed, the goblet slipping from his grasp.
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Draco sat in his common room surrounded by the gruesome twosome as he thought of things to taunt Mudblood and Weasel with. He had already over used the Potter angle, so what could he taunt them with next? As he took in his surroundings, he saw people whispering in corners while taking cautious peaks at him. This disturbed him greatly; normally it was Potty that got all the attention.
Just as he was about to question Crabb and Goyle on the strange behaviour, an owl flew threw the window with a letter. It landed directly in front of him and Draco knew something bad had happened. Once relieved of its burden, the owl hastily flew out of the window from which it entered. Taking the letter, Draco carefully opened the seal and unfolded the parchment to find the neat writing of his mother.
Draco, To put it bluntly, your father was killed, MURDERED while performing a glorious act of bravery for a 'dear' friend of ours. I assume you understand which friend I am referring to. He is greatly honoured among his fellow comrades for his services. However, the task of revenge must fall upon you as his only son. The Potter boy must be made to pay for his actions, he is the reason behind all of our problems, avenge your father!
Narcissa Malfoy
Draco stared dumfounded at the letter, he reread it two more times before its message could sink in. His father, a noble and proud man, was murdered at the hands of Harry Potter, his long time rival. Crumpling up the letter and throwing it in the common room fire, Draco made his way to his dormitory. He now understood the common room's strange behaviour.
Angrily he flopped down on his bed. 'Great, revenge, what more can go wrong? Potter will pay for what he has done! He murdered my father! Well, I think it's time to repay the favour and go after someone he cares greatly for.' If there was one thing Malfoy's were known for, it was there acts of revenge. Harry Potter would be made to pay if it was the last thing Draco ever did.
Author's note: I bow down on hands and knees and ask for forgiveness! Oh, all mighty reviewers please take pity on me and forgive my tardiness. Hopefully this reached all of your standards, if not, FORGIVE ME!!!!!
***IMPORTANT*** I need to know if I should continue this story now that the fifth book is out, so . please tell me. And if I do continue, the date when the next chapter will be updated will be posted on my author's page.
Anyway, the plot thickens! What will happen next? How will the school population react to Harry? How will Harry receive their reactions? To find out, Read and Review!!! I just love reviews, don't you?
Till next time!
Griff_Star2000
Disclaimer: All characters and subject matter appearing herein are the copyrighted © creations of J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros., and are borrowed for the purposes of this fan fiction. No money in any form was earned in its production.
Lily: Thank you so much for the compliment! Glad to hear you like my story. Don't worry; I plan to make this a pretty long story (somewhere between 15 to 20 chapters, hopefully!).
Star Mage: With all the projects that I had to do, I hope this got out fast enough for you. I hope you will be surprised by the reaction of everybody at Hogwarts!
Anon: I am so glad you like my story. Hope I can keep it interesting! Please forgive the tardiness on my part. Exams were coming up and my art projects were weighing down on me.
Slim: Glad you like it. As for what he transforms into; hint, hint, (cough, look, cough, at, cough, title, cough).
Yana: Don't make Harry change? If you mean his personality than I won't, but if you mean physically, too late.
Chapter 6 - Phoenix Fright; Dragon Might
"Will he be all right?"
"What happened to him?"
"Please leave! My patient needs his rest!"
Voices jumbled together in his hazy state of mind. Some seemed familiar while others were muffled or distorted. As his mind resurfaced to register the world around him, he could recognise more and more of the distorted voices. Sluggishly, he opened his eyes only to shut them quickly as the light hurt them. He tried once more and looked just in time to see Madam Pomfrey shooing people from the infirmary.
"Out, out, out! I will inform all of you when he is awake." With that the matron shut the door of the infirmary. Wearily, she leaned against the door wiping her forehead of sweat. When she looked up she was met with two very alert emerald green eyes following her every movement. She immediately returned to her professional demeanour.
"Welcome back Mr. Potter. I need to run some tests, it will only take a minute." She took out her wand and walked towards the boy lying on the bed. Before she could speak an incantation, a gust of wind blew her off her feet.
Once Harry saw her take her wand out he immediately remembered the pain associated with it. Instinctively he tried to defend himself resulting in Madam Pomfrey lying on the ground with a few feathers surrounding her.
Harry wasn't quite sure what had happened. The last thing he remembered was seeing Sirius and coming to his aid. In fact, he was still a little disoriented and confused. He knew he was at Hogwarts, that he had just blown Madam Pomfrey to the ground using wings that should not be attached to him, and that she was not at all pleased to say the least.
"Mr. Potter, in the future please refrain from tossing me across the floor like some rag doll." She got up off the floor massaging her sore backside. She advances on him once again to perform the spells, but stopped when Harry whimpered and curled up in a foetal position.
Harry was shaking with fear as flashes of his time in captivity raced across his mind. The pain and suffering, the fear and hopelessness, and the countless hours spent wishing for it all to end. Madam Pomfrey was at a lost, she had never expected this reaction from the boy that always tried to creep out of the infirmary even if he was missing his bones or had fallen from a near fatal height
"Plea . please, don't use your wand." It was said as nothing but a whisper, but Pomfrey heard it. Her heart broke as she noted the pleading tone in his voice. She could only imagine the horrors he had had to injure while in the company of the Dark Lord. Ha! In her opinion, the Dark Lord was a coward for injuring an innocent child. He was nothing more than a vile monster that preyed on the innocent.
"Very well Mister Potter, but I expect you to at least take your potions. Otherwise you will NOT be leaving this infirmary any time soon. Do I make myself clear?" She immediately pushed a goblet of healing potion with a sleeping draught in it in front of him.
"Yes, I understand." He lowered his head as he took the goblet from her. He took one look at it then downed the offending substance in one go. The potion took immediate affect and Harry soon found himself falling back onto his bed, the goblet slipping from his grasp.
******************
Draco sat in his common room surrounded by the gruesome twosome as he thought of things to taunt Mudblood and Weasel with. He had already over used the Potter angle, so what could he taunt them with next? As he took in his surroundings, he saw people whispering in corners while taking cautious peaks at him. This disturbed him greatly; normally it was Potty that got all the attention.
Just as he was about to question Crabb and Goyle on the strange behaviour, an owl flew threw the window with a letter. It landed directly in front of him and Draco knew something bad had happened. Once relieved of its burden, the owl hastily flew out of the window from which it entered. Taking the letter, Draco carefully opened the seal and unfolded the parchment to find the neat writing of his mother.
Draco, To put it bluntly, your father was killed, MURDERED while performing a glorious act of bravery for a 'dear' friend of ours. I assume you understand which friend I am referring to. He is greatly honoured among his fellow comrades for his services. However, the task of revenge must fall upon you as his only son. The Potter boy must be made to pay for his actions, he is the reason behind all of our problems, avenge your father!
Narcissa Malfoy
Draco stared dumfounded at the letter, he reread it two more times before its message could sink in. His father, a noble and proud man, was murdered at the hands of Harry Potter, his long time rival. Crumpling up the letter and throwing it in the common room fire, Draco made his way to his dormitory. He now understood the common room's strange behaviour.
Angrily he flopped down on his bed. 'Great, revenge, what more can go wrong? Potter will pay for what he has done! He murdered my father! Well, I think it's time to repay the favour and go after someone he cares greatly for.' If there was one thing Malfoy's were known for, it was there acts of revenge. Harry Potter would be made to pay if it was the last thing Draco ever did.
Author's note: I bow down on hands and knees and ask for forgiveness! Oh, all mighty reviewers please take pity on me and forgive my tardiness. Hopefully this reached all of your standards, if not, FORGIVE ME!!!!!
***IMPORTANT*** I need to know if I should continue this story now that the fifth book is out, so . please tell me. And if I do continue, the date when the next chapter will be updated will be posted on my author's page.
Anyway, the plot thickens! What will happen next? How will the school population react to Harry? How will Harry receive their reactions? To find out, Read and Review!!! I just love reviews, don't you?
Till next time!
Griff_Star2000