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Harry stared at the wall. His mind swirled with ideas and memories. He had learned everything from them. They taught him everything that fate had given. Now he awaited the Final Trial. They were his guardians. They were there when all of darkness began to ensnare around him. They kept his mind at ease and kept darkness out. A warm breeze came into the room. He looked up and saw a golden sphere coming down to him. A smile came on his thin face. The sphere began to take shape. A glowing golden phoenix perched on his knee. Its tail glistened and shone with brilliance. It's curving tail reached to the ground. Its wings were like the sun. It glowed with some warmth and energy. He couldn't believe that this creature represented him. True, it has that bright green eyes that now has golden specks that reminded him very much of glitter. The phoenix rubbed his head against Harry's shoulder.
"By the look of your color," began Harry, "It's daytime." Ever since he had been in Azkaban, he didn't know whether what was day and what was night. However, once he managed to find his phoenix, it let him know. By day it was golden as the sun, by night it was silver as the moon. By day, it gave off warmth and energy. By night it gave off fresh breeze and calmness. There were more colors and characteristics that it gave off, but Harry has yet to figure them out. He reached out and stroke the phoenix's wings. The phoenix opened his wings and ruffled it.
"Why are you so excited today, Apollo?" Apollo let out a melodic chirp.
'Because this is the Day.'
Harry sat up quickly. "When did you get back?"
'Just. And I have a visitor.' Said Merlin.
'Mr. Potter, we meet again, like I said.' Harry recognized the voice. It was that first voice that brought him his guardians. It was the voice of voices.
"Same to you. You're here..."
'Your trial has come. But I won't be doing anything yet. We must give you time. You have enough magic to leave, why don't you?'
Harry grinded his teeth. "Like Salazar and Godric lets me."
'They are worried. Being your guardians, that is their purpose. But, you have learned everything and now...it is time.' Harry jumped up.
"You're serious? I can just leave?"
'Yes, but remember what you've learned. Good bye for now, Harry James."
'Remember everything we've taught you,' said Merlin.
"What? You mean you're leaving?" asked Harry.
One of Salazar's irritated sigh came through. 'Of course. You don't think we'll be babysitting you forever do you? You've grown now, having the power to do whatever you want, hopefully for good things.'
"That is strange coming from Slytherin."
'Harry, you must remember, a person's past doesn't have to be kept forever. It can be erased as soon as they realized their faults.' Said Salazar.
'Salazar is right,' said the voice of Godric. 'I also have a horrible past. Just like Salazar, but it's all gone. I erased everything of it when I died. No one besides me knows about it. Not even the voice of voice because I erased it all. I have the ability to. I erased everything and started a fresh afterlife. I knew my faults and my guilt. I've paid for it. Remember this, revenge can be very bitter.'
'Why can't you just say revenge is bad?' asked Salazar. 'Well kid, this is good-bye. Until we feel that you really need us, then we'll come.'
'Apollo will always be with you. He is yours,' said Merlin. 'Now...you know what to do.'
'Good-bye, Harry. Our help will always be there.'
Harry nodded. He felt the wind flying by him and then his mind was clear, just of his own thoughts. Now everything came back. They're betrayal. Someone will pay. His green eyes flashed dangerously. It sparkled with ice more than before. They were the glowing light on his pale face. He pushed his glasses tightly on his face. They will pay. Hatred, anger, pain...they all seared inside him. Now that his guardians were not there, he felt them all. All the bitterness that he had kept inside. He turned to Apollo, who turned into a sphere and disappeared, leaving some warmth. But Harry James Potter couldn't feel it.
He balanced himself and stared at the cell. His eyes flashed and danced. He put his hand up and brought it down, slicing through the air. The door crumbled, falling down to dust. He walked out, his eyes filled with pain. He was free. He was going to make the world feel the power of guilt and pain. He was going to prove to them that he didn't kill those people.
"Hey! What are you--" The Auror stopped in mid-sentence as Harry's eyes narrowed. The Auror shriveled back into the corner and Harry walked out of the prison. The waves crashed against the rocks. He smiled bitterly and without a sound he disappeared.
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! I need some more criticism, though. Hand me some ideas if you have any to help. Thank you!