Disclaimer---- For all chapters I just wanted to let everyone know Harry potter belongs to that one rich person in the UK.. You-Know-Who.

A/n I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reviewed it means alot to me that people read my story. Even if you didnt like it. Thanks

Chapter Three

Phoenix Sacrafice

Harry apparated in front of Potter manor. It was beautiful this time of year; there was snow everywhere. It was colder then ever though. 'This has to be the coldest day ever' thought Harry.

"It's getting late; I should probably be get to bed. I'm going to have loads of paper work tomorrow," said Harry, yawning.

Harry started walking up to the front door. About five steps from the door, he fell on his knees, screaming in pain.

"Crucio!" He heard a distant voice snarl

Once again Harry screamed out in pain. He had grown a bit of resistance to the Crutatius curse these days; after Voldemort himself has casted it on you, no one else's seemed nearly as bad. Harry went for his wand, but right has his hand touched it, it was pulled away.

"Not so fast Potter," a voice sneered.

"You may have defeated the Dark Lord, but you will never defeat evil!" a pissed off Bellatrix Lestrange yelled.

"What are you doing here Bellatrix; you where killed! I read the report!" Yelled Harry, disbelievingly.

"No one can survive that curse--well besides me that once--but I know no one would sacrifice themselves for you!" Sneered Harry.

"Ah, wee baby Potter isn't as stupid as he looks then. Your right Potter, I wasn't killed. The Auror that said he killed me was under Imperious, and we of course said for him to do so." Bellatrix said with a laugh.

"I will kill you myself then." Replied Harry.

"And how will you do that, without your wand?" laughed Lestrange.

"Well, let's see if I can explain it to you. You're a stupid bitch that forgot Aurors carry two wands!"

"Expelliarmus!" Said Rodolphus Lestrange, just as Harry pointed his second wand at Bellatrix.

"Now Potter do you really think I would come here alone?" Laughed Bellatrix, as she walked circles around him, wand trained on his chest.

"Crucio, Crucio, Crucio! Let's see if you last as long as the Longbottoms, shall we?" Bellatrix said with a laugh and a smile.

Again and again she cast Crucio on Harry, with a mix of cutting curses and blasting curses and then even more Crucio thrown in. "Ready to die yet Potter?"

"Sod off," Harry replied pleasantly, while spitting in her face, ruining the whole effect.

"Crucio!"

Dobby, Harry's house elf, was happily cleaning away in the kitchen of his master's house when he heard a scream in the entrance hall. Dobby, being the curious little elf that he was, went to investigate. Then he saw his master being attacked by two evil people. At first he wanted to go save his master, but Dobby knew he was no match for a two Evil Wizards and Witches. So he decided he would find someone who could help. 'Dumblydore could help for sure' thought Dobby as he popped to the headmaster's office.

"Mr. Headmaster Dumblydore Sir! Mr. Headmaster Dumblydore!" called Dobby as he jumped around.

"Ah Dobby! How are you doing today? What seems to be the problem?" Asked Dumbledore, with that damn, disturbing twinkle in his eye as he watched Harry's house elf.

"Master Harry is in trouble SIR. Evil Wizards be attacking Master! You must help Master!" Cried Dobby.

With a twinkle-less expression, the Headmaster apparated to Potter Manor. You see, what Hogwarts, a History says is close to the truth, but what it doesn't say is that a powerful enough wizard would be able to apparate in and out of Hogwarts. The founders made sure of this, for they did not wish to walk everywhere.

Meanwhile

"You bore me Potter; you don't even scream anymore! I think I'll just finish what my Master could not and avenge his death!" Smirked Bellatrix with an evil laugh thrown in for the hell of it.

"Avada Kedavra!" Shouted Lestrange.

As soon as the light escaped her wand, a giant bird flew right in front of it and burst into flames. Then Dumbledore ran as fast as an old man could run, shooting spell after spell at the Lestrange. They disappeared with a 'pop!'

"Cowards," Whispered Dumbledore.

"Harry, can you hear me? Harry, you're going to be alright." Dumbledore kneeled down next to Harry.

"Thank you Albus," smiled Harry before passing out.

"Accio flower," said Albus with a sigh.

"Portus" Dumbledore pictured St. Mungo's Emergency Ward in his mind.

Dumbledore opened Harry's hand and placed the portkey in it, touching a finger to it as he did so.

"Activate"

With the familiar hook behind the navel they where gone.

Camille Scott, a young witch who had just gotten a job at St. Mungos, was bored off her butt. Ever sense He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named was defeated, St. Mungos was rather quiet. Even three years after his defeat. A lot less people seemed to be hurt.

"Which is a good thing I guess, but I'm so BORED!" Sighed Camille as she drummed her fingers against the desktop to the tune of a favorite Weird Sisters song.

Right as she finished talking to herself, she saw two men appear in the designated portkey arrival zone.

"Sir, what seems to be the emergency?" She asked in her 'Professional Witch' voice.

"Ah Miss Scott," Dumbledore said, looking at her nametag. "Harry here has been put under the influence of the cruciatus curse,"

"How many, and what else is wrong with him?" questioned Camille looking at the unconscious Harry Potter.

"He was being tortured with the Cruciatus Curse for an unknown amount of time. He also has had his leg shattered, ribs broken, and from the blood coming from his nose, he might have a broken nose." Dumbledore said, a bit nonchalantly.

Camille looked at the man with a 'WHY-DIDN'T-YOU-SAY-SO-SOONER-?!?!' look and yelled for a Healer.

"What seems to be the problem Cami?" called healer Spellman.

"Harry Potter is hurt!" Cried Camille.

Healer Spellman took one look at the young man lying on the floor and immediately levitated Harry into a room and started working on him with vigor.

Dumbledore, now knowing Harry was at least being taken care of, decided to get him some protection. So Albus asked Camille if he could use her floo.

"Of course Headmaster! Just down the hall on your left" said Camille with a smile.

"Thank you Ms. Scott." Twinkled Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand at the hearth and a fire emerged out of no where. Grabbing a handful of floo powder, Dumbledore threw it in the fire and yelled "Ministry Of Magic, Auror Division!"

"Auror Headquarters. How may I help you?"

"Ah, Mr. Longbottom how nice to see you again," smiled Dumbledore.

"Headmaster? What can I do for you, Sir?" Asked Neville, shaking Dumbledore's hand.

"Harry was ambushed at his home just a little while ago. I was hoping you could send over someone to watch his room. I need to go look into a few things at Harry's home, and then notify the Weasley's." informed Dumbledore.

"Of course Sir I'll have two of the best over there to guard Harry. When he is fit to be moved though, Sir, he will have to be taken to the Ministry's hospital," Neville told the Headmaster.

"Of course, of course. Very well Mr. Longbottom, have a nice day."

"Likewise" smiled Neville.

With that done, Dumbledore apparated back to Potter manor to investigate.

"Now, how did they break through the wards, and whose Phoenix was that," pondered Albus aloud.

"Ah, well it seems that one of my questions has been answered…well not really," laughed Dumbledore to himself while putting a Lemon Drop in his mouth.

Albus kneeled down next to a little bird sitting in its own ashes. "It seems Harry has made a new friend." Smiled Dumbledore as he scooped up the little bird and apparated to his office.

Inside Dumbledore's office, it was rather loud when he arrived. Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Minerva, Severus, and Alastor where all standing there talking to each other loudly. When they finally noticed Dumbledore they got even louder.

"Is he ok?" demanded everyone except Snape, who had a blank expression on his face, not caring either way.

"Harry is at St. Mungos now and I believe he will be fine. Just a little sore. His mind seemed to be fine before he passed out. Lemon Drop?" Dumbledore held out a glass bowl, offering his precious Lemon Drops.

"Why would his mind be messed up," questioned Ron stupidly, ignoring the Headmasters question, along with everyone else.

"Isn't it obvious Ron? Harry was being tortured with the Cruciatus Curse." Replied Hermione in her 'Know-it-All' voice.

"Oh," said Ron, adding a "Smart ass" under his breath.

"What'd you say Ronald?" asked Hermione, glaring at Ron.

"I said 'of course, silly me. I should have known!'" Smiled Ron cheekily.

"Well I don't know about you lot, but I'm going to see Harry." Stated Ron, standing up.

"Me too. Good night Headmaster, Professors," nodded Hermione, before getting up to leave the Headmasters office also.

After everyone had left, the headmaster placed the small baby phoenix on Fawkes perch and then called Fawkes.

"Fawkes, I need you to look after this young girl here," Said Dumbledore, gesturing towards the baby Phoenix.

"She saved Harry's life today, and I'm sure Harry would love to meet his new phoenix," Dumbledore smiled, twinkle back in full-force.

Fawkes gave a short burst of song in approval of the phoenix, and flew up next to her.

"Yes I think Harry will be most happy with you little one," chortled Dumbledore to the small chirping Phoenix.

Meanwhile.........

Harry was still unconscious. Healer Spellman had done everything she could for the Boy-Who-Lived. She said he would be ok, that his mind was still intact, and that he should be back in action in a week or so.

Ron and Hermione where still worried though. They missed their friend, and wished he didn't always have to go through this. 'The person who did this though will regret it' thought Hermione. 'Harry's going to hunt them down and either kill them or throw them into the veil' Hermione sighed.

The veil that caused Harry so much pain, and had lost him his Godfather, was now being used again. After Harry became Head Auror, the dementors where sent back to Azkaban. Harry did not like this to say the least, not after they had joined Voldemort. So Harry had them exiled to an uninhabited island and hoped they would die--if a dementor could--from the lack of food. Harry's theory was that without sucking the joy out of people they would die--hopefully. So now Harry used the veil for death sentences, and Aurors guarded the Prison.

Ron shook Hermione. "Hello Hermione anyone home?" asked Ron, smiling.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry Ron, I was just thinking about Harry." sighed Hermione, not even looking at Ron.

"No problem, I was just going to tell you I am going to go floo Mum and everyone, so I'll be right back, ok?" Ron informed.

"Yeah I'll be fine" said Hermione looking out the window.

"Ok see you in a minute." Ron walked out the door past the two Aurors.

He walked to the Fireplace, tossed in some floo powder, and called out "The Burrow!"

Ron stuck his head into the green flames and it started to spin. He ended up in the Burrows living room.

"Mum?" Ron shouted.

"Hello Ron, dear, where are you?" questioned Mrs. Weasley pleasantly, coming into the living room.

"I'm at St. Mungos mom, Harry's been attacked." Ron spouted off very quickly.

"WHAT! IS HE OK? WE'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Yelled Mrs. Weasley, as she started calling for the other children.

"Ok Mum, bye," said Ron pulling his head out.

'Maybe that wasn't such a good idea' thought Ron. 'Oh crap she said we.'

Not ten minutes later an army of red heads where standing outside Harry's room, demanding to see him.

"Harry is unconscious and cannot be disturbed right now! You may all go in two at a time. Then I'm going to have to ask you all too either remain out here or to return home." insisted Healer Spellman over all the noise.

"Of course Healer Spellman, I shall go first." Mrs. Weasley patted the frazzled looking man comfortingly on the shoulder.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went in first to check on their seventh son. Harry had been like one of hers ever since that first day on the platform. She loved Harry as much as she loved her own children, and she wished that he would just notice Ginny. She loved him so much, he just couldn't see it or didn't care, but Molly knew he would care if he knew. She hoped one of these days he would wise up. One day soon, hopefully.

After Mr. and Mrs. Weasley left and sat in the lobby. The twins went in to check on their investor.

George started. "We hope you get better soon Harry, you got to see the new Shop we opened yesterday. It's huge! It's like the size of......"

Fred picked up where George left off. "Well it's big! It's our second Shop, now we have one in Diagon Ally and Hogsmeade."

"And its all thanks to you Harry! Thanks," the twins said this last part together together.

The walked out of the room not quite themselves, the usual glint of mischief missing from their eyes.

Since Bill and Charlie weren't there, and Ron was at the snack machine with Hermione, Ginny went in alone.

She walked in quietly, scared to wake the man of her dreams. The sight of Harry lying on the hospital bed asleep made her want to cry. Ginny held it in though. 'I have to be strong' she thought. 'For Harry.'

She sat in the armchair next to his bed, and held his hand. She just sat there for what seemed like forever holding his hand watching his chest rise and fall with every breath. Ginny sighed, and stood to leave. When she started to pull her hand away however it was held back by Harry. Ginny gasped and looked up to see Harry's beautiful green eyes looking at her. 'Full of love? No don't be silly Ginny he doesn't love you. Maybe as a friend, but nothing more.'

"Hey Gin," smiled Harry.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" asked Ginny, smiling back at him.

"Sleepy...." said Harry as he dozed back off into blackness.

Ginny laughed. "Goodnight Harry. Sleep tight." Ginny kissed Harry on the forehead and walked out to the lobby.

A/N thanks again to everyone who read. Chap four is already on its way. Expect it sometime this week. I hope everyone likes my story. If not Id like to hear what you dont like, so I can take it into consideration.

Phoenix Fawkes