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.
AnimegirlH, VB, Renee Fay, ChristinaLupin01442 (Moony, Padfoot, Prongs), crystal,lily,james and Sirius, Star Mage, Jordan and Goddess of the underworld have touched my heart with their reviews. It is for this reason that I WILL be continuing my story. There should be some sort of award for people like you guys. Since there isn't, I will dedicate this chapter to all of you!
Bandit: Wish your computer would stop freezing too! Harry's looks will be explained real soon, maybe even in this chapter, you'll have to read to find out. And again, I AM SO SORRY for any spelling errors!!! Please forgive me!
Nathan Swift: I thought Harry would be kind of scared so I went for a timid, fearful approach. Ah! The potion, well, you'll get SOME answers in this chapter if you pay close attention!
Dark/-)ngel: Well, if you want more, you got it! And thanks for all the reviews! LOL!!!
Crystal-potter: I'm updating as fast as I can!
Bookwrm580: I'm trying to have an original story, so I am sorry if this is similar to another one that you have read. I feel so cheap right now. (Lowers head in shame). And again, sorry if you all find my chapters a little short, I don't know how some author's can write so much! (Again, lowers head in shame + failure).
On a side note: should there be some elements of this story taken from Order of the Phoenix or not? Please let me now what you want! My own creativity or tapping the vast resources known as the HP books; you decide.
Chapter 7 - A New You
A lonely silhouette travelled down a dark narrow tunnel. An occasional torch that never fully pierced the darkness would light some parts of the tunnel. Made of ancient stones, the tunnel appeared to have no end as the darkness pressed in all around the mysterious figure. The air was stale and mouldy and the walls were full of cracks. As the cloaked figure continued his lonely trek, a silver hand could be seen in the faint torchlight of the tunnel. Finally, after what seemed like days in the darkness, but in reality was only 20 minutes, the cloaked figure arrived at a snake engraved door. Gathering his courage, the cloaked figure pushed open the door only to meet a nightmarish creature on the other side.
Crimson eyes looked up at the entrance of one of his servants. A malicious grin threatened to overtake his features as he eyed the cloaked figure's trembling frame. With one gesture of his skeletal hands he beckoned his servant forward.
"M-my Lord." The cloaked figure bowed down to the oppressing creature that sat before him. Hidden by his hood, an expression of revulsion mixed with fear crossed his face.
"Wormtail! You. Are. Late." Each word was spoken with such cruelty that Wormtail shuddered and let out a gasp of fright. The crimson-eyed monster let a smile of satisfaction creep onto his face.
"M-my Lord p-please forgive m-me. I was d-"
"I have no use for your excuses. Crucio!" Wormtail let loose an ear piercing scream as the curse-travelled trough him. The crimson-eyed monster relinquished the curse before Wormtail could lose conciseness.
"Now Wormtail, rise and report to me your findings." Obediently, Wormtail struggled to rise to his feet.
"My Lord, t-the Potter b-boy h-has completed his transformation. T-the potion was successful my Lord. H-however, the end r-result w-was not what was o-originally suppose t-to happen."
"Wormtail, explain yourself! What has gone wrong you simpering waste of air?" Crimson eyes flashed with hatred and power as they set their sights on the quivering figure in front of him.
"He h-has retained his o-own m-mind my L-Lord. The Potter boy is n-not under y-your c-control."
The crimson-eyed monster rose to his feet as he gazed across the hall contemplating his next move. A look of hatred greeted his features as he came to a sudden realisation. Lord Voldemort was not a forgiving person, as many Death Eaters have found out. Soon, another of his servants would find out as well. As he moved towards the door he stopped and turned to speak to his servant.
"Wormtail, you will be keeping an eye on Severus for me." Puzzled, Wormtail turned to face his master with a questioning look.
"M-my Lord? S-spy o-on Severus?"
"He has been, how shall I put this, not performing as one would expect him to. You know your mission Wormtail, now leave."
As Wormtail made to leave, an evil grin rested upon the face of Lord Voldemort as he raised his wand and spoke with a bone chilling voice.
"Crucio!"
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Stalking through the hallways as fast as he could, Severus Snape glared at any students that got in his way. After examining Potter while he was asleep, Severus was able to determine some of what was done to him. On a slightly satisfying note, the experimental potion the Dark Lord had him create was a success; Potter was living proof of that. However, Severus knew that the Dark Lord would not be happy that the obedience serum was not added to the potion. This was why he was currently stalking his way to the Headmaster's office.
Outside the office entrance the stone gargoyle stared at him with its ever-grinning face. Giving it his trademark glare, Severus gave the password and climbed the revolving stares to Dumbledore's office door. Giving a quick knock, Severus entered without a moment's hesitation. Looking up from his stack of papers, the Headmaster was greeted with the sight of a winded Potions Professor. Ever cheerful, Dumbledore offered Severus some lemon drops. Declining as usual, Severus began the explanation of what he had discovered.
"Is there anyway to correct the effects of the potion Severus?"
"That's the problem with experimental potions, sir, I do not have a cure as of yet. Rest assured that I will eventually have one." With a pensive look Dumbledore continued his questioning.
"I see, and has Voldemort become suspicious of you yet Severus?"
"Not to my knowledge, but once he realises what has happened, he will surly be displeased." Severus could only think of the torture that he would have to endure if indeed the Dark Lord suspected him of being a traitor. Sighing and popping a lemon drop into his mouth, Dumbledore came to a decision.
"Severus, you will not be returning to Him. Should he suspect you, I would not want to think of the consequences."
"Headmaster, you can't be serious? If I do not return then He will know without a doubt that I am the traitor. Besides, where would you get your information! This is my chance to atone for past mistakes, let me return. My life will be in greater danger if I do not come when He calls the Death Eaters."
Reluctantly Dumbledore could see the truth behind his words, the Dark Lord would not hesitate to dispose of Severus if he did not return. Voldemort would know for sure that Severus was a traitor. He would make an example of him to other traitors.
"Very well, you will return for now. If things become to complicated I will pull you out of there. I will not risk your life Severus no matter how much you argue about atoning for past sins."
"I understand Headmaster, and.. Thank you."
" No need, just remember that the past Severus, is just that, the past. You can't change what has been done, but you can learn from it. Even time turners cannot fully change the past; they only set in motion events that have already been. Ms. Granger and Mr. Potter have found that out for themselves."
With a little chuckle at that Dumbledore popped another lemon drop in his mouth and offered for a second time one to Severus who reluctantly took it. After popping it into his mouth the candy was immediately spit onto the floor.
"How may I ask can you eat those, those things?! They are horrible!"
"You get use to them I suppose. Just remember what I have said Severus."
A quick nod was his response as Severus left the office. With a sad twinkle in his eyes, Dumbledore watched his Potion's Master leave his office, knowing what past mistakes he had made and what horrors he had been made to witness. From his side Fawks gave a little chirp before hipping off his perch and gliding over to the Headmaster's shoulder.
"Fawks, perhaps I could interest you in a little mission? Perhaps you would like to keep an eye on Harry for me? He will need help coming to terms with his transformation."
Fawks gave one more chirp before he disappeared in a burst of flames, leaving the Headmaster to ponder over the events that had taken place. Voldemort was planning something, but what? This question would continue to haunt the Headmaster until he could put all the pieces together.
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As Ron and Hermione were leaving Transfiguration that day, Professor McGonagall asked them to wait. She seemed somewhat nervous standing before the two students, as if she didn't know quite what to say. Taking a deep breath McGonagall addressed the students that sat before her.
"Mr. Potter has been found."
"Is he okay?"
"What happened, where is he? Will he b-" Holding up a hand, McGonagall silenced the two youths.
"Mr. Potter is as fine as can be expected considering his treatment." Ron looked ready to give his opinion at this point but a stern glare from his Head of House stopped him.
"Now then, Harry is currently in the hospital wing under Madam Pomfrey's care. He has undergone a serious transformation from the boy you once knew. I will be escorting you to the infirmary, Professor Flitwick has already been informed of your absence."
With that said, they made their way to the infirmary. Once there McGonagall held onto their shoulders and gave it a light squeeze before returning to her classroom. Looking at each other, Ron and Hermione were silently asking each other questions. Taking a deep breath, Ron was the first to speak.
"What do you think happened to him? Do you think he's really okay like McGonagall said?"
"I don't know Ron, but we'll soon find out." The two youths waited at the entrance to the infirmary before Ron pushed on the doors and entered. They were finally going to be reunited with their friend.
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The world seemed to be all fuzzy as Harry woke up, it was like his brain was on hold. He remembered waking up in the hospital wing of the school once before, but how long had he been out? His body was stiff but otherwise it seemed to be in pretty good condition.
As he tried to situate himself he absentmindedly reached for his glasses and put them on only to cry out, as the world became one big blurry mess. Taking them off, Harry took a good look around to find that with his brain finally working right, the world was as clear as day. Harry couldn't believe it, perfect vision. As his eyes swept the room they feel upon a mirror.
Sliding to the side of the hospital bed and swinging his legs over, Harry hopped down barefoot onto the cold cement floor in nothing but pyjama bottoms. With his muscles all stiff it took him a little longer than usual to reach the mirror. Once there, he cautiously looked at his reflection. He expected to find at most some minor cuts and bruises, but what he saw made his heart stop out of shock for a moment.
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(This would make an excellent cliff hanger!!!! But I don't think you would like me very much if I did that so I'll be nice and resist my temptations. I SO wanted to leave it there, but I made a promise and this chapter will be longer than usual.)
Staring back at him was not the serious, glasses wearing, green eyed, unruly black haired boy he had come to know, but something else. This something scared him as his mind raced to find an explanation to his current look.
The figure staring back at him still resembled him in certain aspects, but it was all wrong. Minus his glasses, his eyes could be seen in great detail. It seemed that his eyes were the most startling things about his new look. As always, they retained their emerald green colour, but they reminded him of bird eyes, similar to Hedwig's eyes. It was the fierce gaze of a bird of prey that looked back at him, a predator of the skies.
Next came his hair. Instead of the raven coloured unruly hair it had always been, the colours that represented Gryffindor House replaced it, crimson red streaked with gold. Instead of being unruly, it was tamer and just a bit wavy. At the beginning of his scalp, a few feathers of the same colour rested just above his ears to eventually mix in with his hair. Harry thought could get use to this adjustment.
By far the strangest transformations were his hands, feet and the fact that he now had wings. His hands still resembled human hands, but his nails had become the curved claws of a talon. His feet had transformed to become similar to his hands, now sporting talon like claws, but with an extra claw like nail at his heel. Because of this he found it easier to walk with the front portion of his feet, instead of his whole foot.
The wings were the last of the transformation he could notice in the mirror. And he sincerely hoped it was the last one. Examining them, Harry spread them on either of his body till they reached their full length. Reaching about 5 feet on each side of him, the wings made him look somewhat like an angel, a weird one, but an angel non the lest. Closing them back up Harry noticed that they were almost the entire length of his body.
(How tall is Harry anyway? Rowling never said did she? Anyway he'll be close to 5'6 in this story.)
Reaching a hand behind him, Harry felt his wings and was surprised to find that they were soft, but that they were also warm, it felt like liquid fire pulsed through his wings. Like his hair, his wings were the colour of Gryffindor House, the crimson red made up the feathers and the gold colour tipped the end of each feather.
As he was examining himself in the mirror he heard the doors to the infirmary opening. Curious to see who was entering, Harry turned to face two very shocked faces. Standing there like a couple of deer's caught in the headlights of a passing vehicle; Ron and Hermione could only gape open- mouthed at the sight of their friend.
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Author's note: I apologise for the last chapter it was a little short. I figured that I had made all of you wait to long so I updated what I had. Besides, I was kind of drawing a complete blank on how to add more to it without revealing what I had planned for later chapters. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise now would I.
Next Chapter - We find out some things that the Phoenix/Harry can do.
(What would you call him now? Any ideas? )
- Ron and Hermione's reaction to Harry. Maybe an encounter with the Order of the Phoenix. If I feel like it, the school's reaction.
Till next time, I AM EVIL (and CANADIAN)!!!! HA! HA! HA! Cough! Cough! Water, I need water! (gulp, gulp) Much better, ahem, anyway, see ya!
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.
AnimegirlH, VB, Renee Fay, ChristinaLupin01442 (Moony, Padfoot, Prongs), crystal,lily,james and Sirius, Star Mage, Jordan and Goddess of the underworld have touched my heart with their reviews. It is for this reason that I WILL be continuing my story. There should be some sort of award for people like you guys. Since there isn't, I will dedicate this chapter to all of you!
Bandit: Wish your computer would stop freezing too! Harry's looks will be explained real soon, maybe even in this chapter, you'll have to read to find out. And again, I AM SO SORRY for any spelling errors!!! Please forgive me!
Nathan Swift: I thought Harry would be kind of scared so I went for a timid, fearful approach. Ah! The potion, well, you'll get SOME answers in this chapter if you pay close attention!
Dark/-)ngel: Well, if you want more, you got it! And thanks for all the reviews! LOL!!!
Crystal-potter: I'm updating as fast as I can!
Bookwrm580: I'm trying to have an original story, so I am sorry if this is similar to another one that you have read. I feel so cheap right now. (Lowers head in shame). And again, sorry if you all find my chapters a little short, I don't know how some author's can write so much! (Again, lowers head in shame + failure).
On a side note: should there be some elements of this story taken from Order of the Phoenix or not? Please let me now what you want! My own creativity or tapping the vast resources known as the HP books; you decide.
Chapter 7 - A New You
A lonely silhouette travelled down a dark narrow tunnel. An occasional torch that never fully pierced the darkness would light some parts of the tunnel. Made of ancient stones, the tunnel appeared to have no end as the darkness pressed in all around the mysterious figure. The air was stale and mouldy and the walls were full of cracks. As the cloaked figure continued his lonely trek, a silver hand could be seen in the faint torchlight of the tunnel. Finally, after what seemed like days in the darkness, but in reality was only 20 minutes, the cloaked figure arrived at a snake engraved door. Gathering his courage, the cloaked figure pushed open the door only to meet a nightmarish creature on the other side.
Crimson eyes looked up at the entrance of one of his servants. A malicious grin threatened to overtake his features as he eyed the cloaked figure's trembling frame. With one gesture of his skeletal hands he beckoned his servant forward.
"M-my Lord." The cloaked figure bowed down to the oppressing creature that sat before him. Hidden by his hood, an expression of revulsion mixed with fear crossed his face.
"Wormtail! You. Are. Late." Each word was spoken with such cruelty that Wormtail shuddered and let out a gasp of fright. The crimson-eyed monster let a smile of satisfaction creep onto his face.
"M-my Lord p-please forgive m-me. I was d-"
"I have no use for your excuses. Crucio!" Wormtail let loose an ear piercing scream as the curse-travelled trough him. The crimson-eyed monster relinquished the curse before Wormtail could lose conciseness.
"Now Wormtail, rise and report to me your findings." Obediently, Wormtail struggled to rise to his feet.
"My Lord, t-the Potter b-boy h-has completed his transformation. T-the potion was successful my Lord. H-however, the end r-result w-was not what was o-originally suppose t-to happen."
"Wormtail, explain yourself! What has gone wrong you simpering waste of air?" Crimson eyes flashed with hatred and power as they set their sights on the quivering figure in front of him.
"He h-has retained his o-own m-mind my L-Lord. The Potter boy is n-not under y-your c-control."
The crimson-eyed monster rose to his feet as he gazed across the hall contemplating his next move. A look of hatred greeted his features as he came to a sudden realisation. Lord Voldemort was not a forgiving person, as many Death Eaters have found out. Soon, another of his servants would find out as well. As he moved towards the door he stopped and turned to speak to his servant.
"Wormtail, you will be keeping an eye on Severus for me." Puzzled, Wormtail turned to face his master with a questioning look.
"M-my Lord? S-spy o-on Severus?"
"He has been, how shall I put this, not performing as one would expect him to. You know your mission Wormtail, now leave."
As Wormtail made to leave, an evil grin rested upon the face of Lord Voldemort as he raised his wand and spoke with a bone chilling voice.
"Crucio!"
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Stalking through the hallways as fast as he could, Severus Snape glared at any students that got in his way. After examining Potter while he was asleep, Severus was able to determine some of what was done to him. On a slightly satisfying note, the experimental potion the Dark Lord had him create was a success; Potter was living proof of that. However, Severus knew that the Dark Lord would not be happy that the obedience serum was not added to the potion. This was why he was currently stalking his way to the Headmaster's office.
Outside the office entrance the stone gargoyle stared at him with its ever-grinning face. Giving it his trademark glare, Severus gave the password and climbed the revolving stares to Dumbledore's office door. Giving a quick knock, Severus entered without a moment's hesitation. Looking up from his stack of papers, the Headmaster was greeted with the sight of a winded Potions Professor. Ever cheerful, Dumbledore offered Severus some lemon drops. Declining as usual, Severus began the explanation of what he had discovered.
"Is there anyway to correct the effects of the potion Severus?"
"That's the problem with experimental potions, sir, I do not have a cure as of yet. Rest assured that I will eventually have one." With a pensive look Dumbledore continued his questioning.
"I see, and has Voldemort become suspicious of you yet Severus?"
"Not to my knowledge, but once he realises what has happened, he will surly be displeased." Severus could only think of the torture that he would have to endure if indeed the Dark Lord suspected him of being a traitor. Sighing and popping a lemon drop into his mouth, Dumbledore came to a decision.
"Severus, you will not be returning to Him. Should he suspect you, I would not want to think of the consequences."
"Headmaster, you can't be serious? If I do not return then He will know without a doubt that I am the traitor. Besides, where would you get your information! This is my chance to atone for past mistakes, let me return. My life will be in greater danger if I do not come when He calls the Death Eaters."
Reluctantly Dumbledore could see the truth behind his words, the Dark Lord would not hesitate to dispose of Severus if he did not return. Voldemort would know for sure that Severus was a traitor. He would make an example of him to other traitors.
"Very well, you will return for now. If things become to complicated I will pull you out of there. I will not risk your life Severus no matter how much you argue about atoning for past sins."
"I understand Headmaster, and.. Thank you."
" No need, just remember that the past Severus, is just that, the past. You can't change what has been done, but you can learn from it. Even time turners cannot fully change the past; they only set in motion events that have already been. Ms. Granger and Mr. Potter have found that out for themselves."
With a little chuckle at that Dumbledore popped another lemon drop in his mouth and offered for a second time one to Severus who reluctantly took it. After popping it into his mouth the candy was immediately spit onto the floor.
"How may I ask can you eat those, those things?! They are horrible!"
"You get use to them I suppose. Just remember what I have said Severus."
A quick nod was his response as Severus left the office. With a sad twinkle in his eyes, Dumbledore watched his Potion's Master leave his office, knowing what past mistakes he had made and what horrors he had been made to witness. From his side Fawks gave a little chirp before hipping off his perch and gliding over to the Headmaster's shoulder.
"Fawks, perhaps I could interest you in a little mission? Perhaps you would like to keep an eye on Harry for me? He will need help coming to terms with his transformation."
Fawks gave one more chirp before he disappeared in a burst of flames, leaving the Headmaster to ponder over the events that had taken place. Voldemort was planning something, but what? This question would continue to haunt the Headmaster until he could put all the pieces together.
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As Ron and Hermione were leaving Transfiguration that day, Professor McGonagall asked them to wait. She seemed somewhat nervous standing before the two students, as if she didn't know quite what to say. Taking a deep breath McGonagall addressed the students that sat before her.
"Mr. Potter has been found."
"Is he okay?"
"What happened, where is he? Will he b-" Holding up a hand, McGonagall silenced the two youths.
"Mr. Potter is as fine as can be expected considering his treatment." Ron looked ready to give his opinion at this point but a stern glare from his Head of House stopped him.
"Now then, Harry is currently in the hospital wing under Madam Pomfrey's care. He has undergone a serious transformation from the boy you once knew. I will be escorting you to the infirmary, Professor Flitwick has already been informed of your absence."
With that said, they made their way to the infirmary. Once there McGonagall held onto their shoulders and gave it a light squeeze before returning to her classroom. Looking at each other, Ron and Hermione were silently asking each other questions. Taking a deep breath, Ron was the first to speak.
"What do you think happened to him? Do you think he's really okay like McGonagall said?"
"I don't know Ron, but we'll soon find out." The two youths waited at the entrance to the infirmary before Ron pushed on the doors and entered. They were finally going to be reunited with their friend.
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The world seemed to be all fuzzy as Harry woke up, it was like his brain was on hold. He remembered waking up in the hospital wing of the school once before, but how long had he been out? His body was stiff but otherwise it seemed to be in pretty good condition.
As he tried to situate himself he absentmindedly reached for his glasses and put them on only to cry out, as the world became one big blurry mess. Taking them off, Harry took a good look around to find that with his brain finally working right, the world was as clear as day. Harry couldn't believe it, perfect vision. As his eyes swept the room they feel upon a mirror.
Sliding to the side of the hospital bed and swinging his legs over, Harry hopped down barefoot onto the cold cement floor in nothing but pyjama bottoms. With his muscles all stiff it took him a little longer than usual to reach the mirror. Once there, he cautiously looked at his reflection. He expected to find at most some minor cuts and bruises, but what he saw made his heart stop out of shock for a moment.
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(This would make an excellent cliff hanger!!!! But I don't think you would like me very much if I did that so I'll be nice and resist my temptations. I SO wanted to leave it there, but I made a promise and this chapter will be longer than usual.)
Staring back at him was not the serious, glasses wearing, green eyed, unruly black haired boy he had come to know, but something else. This something scared him as his mind raced to find an explanation to his current look.
The figure staring back at him still resembled him in certain aspects, but it was all wrong. Minus his glasses, his eyes could be seen in great detail. It seemed that his eyes were the most startling things about his new look. As always, they retained their emerald green colour, but they reminded him of bird eyes, similar to Hedwig's eyes. It was the fierce gaze of a bird of prey that looked back at him, a predator of the skies.
Next came his hair. Instead of the raven coloured unruly hair it had always been, the colours that represented Gryffindor House replaced it, crimson red streaked with gold. Instead of being unruly, it was tamer and just a bit wavy. At the beginning of his scalp, a few feathers of the same colour rested just above his ears to eventually mix in with his hair. Harry thought could get use to this adjustment.
By far the strangest transformations were his hands, feet and the fact that he now had wings. His hands still resembled human hands, but his nails had become the curved claws of a talon. His feet had transformed to become similar to his hands, now sporting talon like claws, but with an extra claw like nail at his heel. Because of this he found it easier to walk with the front portion of his feet, instead of his whole foot.
The wings were the last of the transformation he could notice in the mirror. And he sincerely hoped it was the last one. Examining them, Harry spread them on either of his body till they reached their full length. Reaching about 5 feet on each side of him, the wings made him look somewhat like an angel, a weird one, but an angel non the lest. Closing them back up Harry noticed that they were almost the entire length of his body.
(How tall is Harry anyway? Rowling never said did she? Anyway he'll be close to 5'6 in this story.)
Reaching a hand behind him, Harry felt his wings and was surprised to find that they were soft, but that they were also warm, it felt like liquid fire pulsed through his wings. Like his hair, his wings were the colour of Gryffindor House, the crimson red made up the feathers and the gold colour tipped the end of each feather.
As he was examining himself in the mirror he heard the doors to the infirmary opening. Curious to see who was entering, Harry turned to face two very shocked faces. Standing there like a couple of deer's caught in the headlights of a passing vehicle; Ron and Hermione could only gape open- mouthed at the sight of their friend.
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Author's note: I apologise for the last chapter it was a little short. I figured that I had made all of you wait to long so I updated what I had. Besides, I was kind of drawing a complete blank on how to add more to it without revealing what I had planned for later chapters. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise now would I.
Next Chapter - We find out some things that the Phoenix/Harry can do.
(What would you call him now? Any ideas? )
- Ron and Hermione's reaction to Harry. Maybe an encounter with the Order of the Phoenix. If I feel like it, the school's reaction.
Till next time, I AM EVIL (and CANADIAN)!!!! HA! HA! HA! Cough! Cough! Water, I need water! (gulp, gulp) Much better, ahem, anyway, see ya!
Griff_Star2000