Black Phoenix
by
Draco's Daughter
Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K. Rowling? No, I don't, so stop pesterin me! All OCs are mine unless otherwise stated.
A/N: Hello everybody! I'm back again. Since this is the qucikest fic I've ever written, I say that we skip the Author's Note and go right into the story! How does that sound? (everyone cheers)
Chapter Four: Rider's Heratige
Sirena laughed for what seemed like forever. She pulled out her flute and put it to her lips. Griffer followed the music like it was spoken commands from Jamal and got up again. He turned to Harry and began advancing qucikly. Harry nearly screamed as the image of the large, powerful griffin came hurtling towards him.
"Griffer! It's me, Harry! Your friend," He said as the Griffin pinned him to the floor. The griffin heasitated for a moment.
"What are you waiting for? Finish him so we can get on with this!" Sirena yelled at the golden griffin. The beast shook its head as if some fly was buzzing around it. He continued, about to slash open Harry's neck with his sharp beak.
"Griffer, you don't want to do this! I know you don't know what regret is but I'm sure you would experience it if you kill me," Harry said. The griffin's eyes had become lifeless and glowed blood red. Griffer began to breath hard as the glow began to recide and his amber eyes returned. He quickly let Harry up and allowed Harry to grab onto his muscular neck and pulled him up.
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Sirena yelled. She stood up and pulled out a dagger, aiming for Harry's heart. Griffer jumped in the way and the dagger hit him in the neck. Sirena looked frightened and quickly ran from the chamber. Jamal and Josh were in shock as the griffin fell over with a slight bird shreik. Jamal imediately came over and knelt next to Griffer. He pulled out the dagger as the spell over the other three creatures broke and they shook.
"What happened?" Shadowbane asked, noticing Griffer's wound. Jamal pressed his hand against it and spoke a word of Elfin. The wound healed with a small flash of light and Griffer opened his eyes.
"Thanks, Jamal, I'm sorry I attacked you, Harry," Griffer said. Harry merely smiled.
'What I want to know is how you brought Griffer back under his own control," Jamal said looking at the young wizard.
"I don't know. I kind of, thought of something that Griffer would respond to and our friendship was all I could think of. He told me last night that Fantastic Beasts don't feel regret but I thought that if he killed me then he might and I didn't want him to lose his advantage in battle," Harry replied.
'In any case, we can not linger. Sirena will come back and she'll probably have many of her most dangerous servants with her," Jamal said as he got up. He sheathed his sword and took hold of the rope on Black Tip. Josh grabbed Fire Dancer and they led them up the stone steps.
"We've lost an entire day to Sirena. We've no choice but to fly," Josh said. Indeed, the whole day had been devoted to fighting agaist Sirena and her beasts. The full moon was rising as they spoke. The imp ran and jumped onto Griffer's head, Harry had wondered what had happened to him.
"Yes, We must fly if we are to reach Egypt," Jamal siad as he mounted his Hippogriff. Griffer knelt, as usuall, and Harry got on. The Griffin was the first to take to the sky and spread his golden wings wide, catching the last thermal of the day.
"Sorry for what happened back there. What happend to you after the Earthquake?" Griffer asked. Harry explained all about the cavern, the carving, and the strange man.
"And after he showed me how to get out he just disapeared like smoke," Harry finished. Griffer thougth for a moment.
"So you've now heard of the Riders. They were before my time. My grandfather was one of the last riding Griffins in Britan. He was shot down by Roman wizards who didn't understand the relationship between the riders and their mounts," Griffer said.
"So why were the riders disbanded?" Harry asked as they flew on in the moonlight. His mind was alive with questions about the Riders.
"Mostly because the Celts lost the war between themselves and the Romans who were the first to conqure this island. They wanted to push down all forms of Celtic magic, finding it inferior. They thought that only a few Mythical Creatures should be ridden: the Winged Horses, Hippogriffs, and, on rare occasion, Dragons. But the Celts, being unshaken, began their society underground and masked raiders attacked frequently. Finally, the pratice was outlawed and all the Celtic Druids were disbanded for good. They left behind clues in Britan but many of the records are in writing at the Plaza of the Heroes, awaiting the right person," Griffer said. The next day they stopped and napped on a small island out to sea. The next night they arrived in France. After that they made it to Italy. So, a week and two nights after the journey began, they had reached Egypt. It was like Harry had heard from Ron, mighty deserts and Pyramids, but no place that looked like a "Plaza of the Heroes". Then next day the group travled along the Nile River. Quickly they reached acave where a heated battle was taking place. A man leapt away from a spell from a Death Eater. His smile and barking laughter brought to mind someone Harry had been able to forget about for a while. His shining black hair had been pulled back into pony tail and he was dressed in all black. A man next to him laughed as well. He was dressed in deer skin and had short hair, black as well.
"Should we ruin their fun?" Jamal asked. Harry and Griffer shook their heads in a firm 'no'. Finally the two men shook hands as the Death Eaters ran away.
"I admit it, Rune, you are the better guard," said the man with short hair. The man addressed as Rune nodded to say that he knew.
"Ah, Asad. We've got guests," Rune replied pointed at the group. Shadowbane and Griffer lead the way. They were bowed into thecave by the two guards.A Trasport Circle was inside it.
"Welcome, my Lords. I trust your journey was easy?" Asad said, greeting Jamal, Griffer, and Shadowbane.
"It was like riding a wild dragon," Griffer repiled with a laught. Asad nodded as the group stepped into the transport circle.
"And what is this?" Harry asked.
"A trasport circle. THis particualr one can trasport up to seventeen people," Asad said fondly like the Trasnport Circle was a type of new car or a pet. The Group stood in the cirlce with Asad and Rune. Griffer nodded and stood in the very center.
"By the power of the Griffins do I envoke this Transport Circle to take us to the Plaza of the Heroes!" Griffer said. The group was enveloped in bright light. When Harry could open his eyes again they were standing in an indentical circle of stones but they were in a totally different place.
"Welcome to the Plaza of the Heroes," Jamal said to Harry. The young wizard looked out to a place he only dreamed about. Greek aritecture made up most of the buidlings and statues of many famous Witches, Wizards, Fantastic Beasts, and several beings Harry had never seen or heard off stood on their marble baces. Some buildings were in Japanese Style, some were in the style of Native American Teepees, some were in the style of Mexican buildings, and some were Egyptian style. Harry and the group stepped out of the circle. They heard a slight clip-clop of hooves and they heard: "I feel pretty, oh soo pretty!" In their view came the form of a white unicorn with yellow flowers in his mane.
"Ah, Ricky! What's with the flowers?" Griffer asked the unicorn. Josh, Shadowbane, Jamal, and Griffer were stiffiling laughter.
"The work of a beautiful lady. Besides, I swore to her that I woudn't remove them," Ricky said, he added the second statment in a lower tone. Suddenly Shadowbane and Josh broke out into song.
"Ricky-doodle came to town, ridden like a pony. She stuck some flowers in his mane and called it macaroni! Ricky-doodle keep it up, Ricky-doodle dandy! Mind the music and the step and let that girl be handy!" They sang. After they finished they began laughing.
"WHY YOU!" Ricky shouted. He charged at them as they ran, laughing, away. Griffer continued laughing.
"I don't see what's so funny," Harry said, confused.
"Clearly you've never been to the Untied States," Said a random man with dreadlocks and a red bandana as he walked away. Griffer and Harry gave each other looks that translated into:" Don't even wanna know". Griffer chuckled with his eyes closed.
"In any case, weclome to one of the last places on earth that we Fantastic Beasts tread freely without being feared, threatened, or killed," Griffer said. Two women dressed in white walked by and inclined their heads to Griffer before continuing their conversation. They continued down the path but not before hearing:
"HARRY!" Hermione came bolting down the path. She ran into Harry and hugged him. The sixteen year old wizard patted her on the back akwardly. Ron came up, laughing. The scene was interruped by Josh and Shadowbane running through, laughing, pursued by a very angry Ricky.
"Hermione, how did you get here?" Harry asked, peeling her off of him.
"Dobby showeed us a way out of the castle. After that we met up with a Unicorn that could talk and a centaur. The centaur used something he called a 'transportation circle' and that's how we ended up here. Ginny and Nevill are still on the grounds. Oh Harry, it's horrible! The teachers are locked up in seperate rooms, all students save the Slytherins are locked up in the Great Hall, Dumbledor's missing, and Dangerous Creatures roam the grounds. They all keep talking about a Binding Charm and you," Hermione said with fear overwhelming her.
"Hargird seems to have disappeared as well. The Order doesn't know but Ginny and Nevill are trying to get a message to them as we speak and they're also attempting to get some of the other old DA members out of the castle using the passage Dobby showed us," Ron added.
"A talking unicorn, you said?" Harry asked. Griffer was being abnormally quiet.
"Yes, it was the strangest thing. The Unicorn talked to us somewhat and she came with us. Why did you ask?" She replied.
"Well, Griffer here can talk as well," Harry said. Motioning to the griffin next to him. Griffer nearly jumped at the mention of his name.
"Harry, griffins don't talk," Ron laughed.
"And monkeys can?" Griffer snapped back. Hermione stiffined up at the growling lion/ eagle. Ron cocked his head.
"Hermione? He's just skwaking and growling. He's not talking," Ron said. All three looked akwardly at Ron.
"Ron, you can't hear him? Seriously?" Harry asked. Jamal slowly walked by.
"Beastly Translator/ Forgotten languages," Jamal recited as he walked by. The trio blinked awkwardly. Griffer contemplated the lines.
"Jamal, why use old poetry?" The griffin asked, the elf turned. He looked as if he didn't understand what Griffer had just asked.
"What, Griffer? Did you want something?" Jamal asked with a puckish half-smile playing around his mouth. Griffer and the trio were even more confused. The elf turned and continued on his way.
"What was that supposed to mean?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged, Griffer chirpped, and Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"It's a line from a poem, it's here in our library, I must say that it's one of the most complete archives in the world I might add," Griffer said happily.
"Did you say: Library?" Hermione asked, a mischevious look was in her eyes. Harry and Ron became frightened. Griffer smiled and gave a nod. "Take me to it!" Griffer leapt into a run and they were off. They were breathing hard after ten minutes. After another five they reached a great building with Greek/ Roman architecture and a mighty domed roof.
"Welcome to the Library of the Plaza," Griffer announced. The griffin reared up on his back feet and pushed on the two huge doors. They opened with a creak and after they reached a 130 degree angle they opened on their own. Hermione was the first to enter. After a short entrance hall there was a room full of huge shelves. Griffer trotted merrily to the center where a great red, orange, and yellow dragon stood there. Griffer tapped it on the tail and it turned. It's horns looked like those of a deer. He had a tuff of yellow hair that looked like a gotee and a large mane at the back of his head. The dragon did not have any wings but it was impressive all the same.
"Griffer, who is this?" Harry hissed into the griffin ear's. Griffer smiled and looked up directly into the Dragon's eyes.
"Konichiwa, Suck Chin-sama!" Griffer said merrily as he inclined his head. His tail swung back and forth.
"Konichiwa, Griffer-kun," The dragon replied, inclining his head as well. "It does my heart good to see you in good health. I have heard of the return of Voldermort and his Death Eaters. I am glad to see you alive and well."
"Suck Chin-sama, this is Harry Potter and his friends. Harry, Hermione, Ron, this is Suck Chin. He is the Representative of Japan and China," Griffer said. Harry translated for Ron, fumbleing around with the Japanese words included in Griffer and Suck Chin's speech.
"Harry-san. I am pleased to meet you, you not only have fame in your lands but in many others as well, including my home land in Japan," Suck Chin said, inclining his head to Harry.
"Bow," Griffer whispered. Harry, looking frightened, bowed at the waist. The dragon smiled at the boy.
"You need not, your fight against the darkness is more than enough to make up for your lack of learning of other cultures. Ah, Griffer, I am afraid you've caught me at a bad time. I was only getting a book to read up on some Haiku Poetry written by some of the ancient Dragons. I'm afraid I must be off," Suck Chin said. A Japanese man walked behind him, carrying a large book.
"Well, that was Suck Chin. Number One of the Council. I'm number Two. Oh well, you can read to your heart's delight," Griffer said. Hermione hugged the Griffin's neck and pratically skipped off into the heart of the library.
"Griffer, can you help me find something?" Harry asked the griffin. A young woman was sitting on a ladder, reading a book. Her raven hair cascaded in a rich braid that trailed over her shoulder. A dragon had curled up around the bace of the ladder with a cat-like look in its slitted eyes. It seemed to say: 'disturb my master and you die'. She had caught Harry's attention because her eyes weren't on the page of the book she was reading, she was staring at Harry. Her hand cupped her mouth and she shut her book with a snap. She leapt down from the ladder and walked over to him. She looked about Harry's age with intelligent eyes, one hazel and the other blue. Ron's jaw had dropped at the leap. It had the impact force to break one's legs or worse.
"You're good," He commented. She closed her eyes and smiled.
"It comes with riding dragons. You have to learn how to take falls from great heights," She replied quickly. "I've heard much of you, Harry Potter, Suck Chin speaks loud enough for all of Britan to hear." Harry couldn't look away from her eyes or perfectly tanned skin.
"Ahhh, I'm happy to see you're in good health, Vanessa . You've grown up," Griffer said with a smile on his face.
"Ah, that happens to humans quicker than Fantastic Beasts. THis is my mount, Death," Vanessa said, motioning to the annoyed dragon.
"Lady, your supposed to be studying for the Council tomorrow, you must know your information," Death said, exasperated. Griffer chuckled as Vanessa sighed. Harry was glad she had finally closed her enchanting eyes.
"Well, it was nice meeting you all. See you tomorrow at the counicl. Griffer, Harry, whoever you are," said. She leapt cat-like onto the fifteenth rung of the ladder. It was at least twenty rungs in height. Vanessa climbed the last five and opened her book to the page she was on and began reading for real this time. Harry let out a sight of relief.
"You were saying, Harry? I know this library like my own feathers, what do you need?" The Griffin asked.
"I was wondering if they had anything on the old Rider Druids," Harry replied. Griffer thought for a moment.
"I know where those documents are. Back in the very back. The shadowy corner in the Northern area. They are mostly all in scroll form," Griffer replied.
"Take me there," Harry replied. Griffer nodded and started off. Harry and Ron ran after him. Griffer reached the back of the library near a shelf that was full of dust and cobwebs. Harry felt like he had stepped into an ancient shrine to an unknown god or goddess. Griffer walked slowly and blowed on a candle. A small flame went on and the wick burnt brightly. The flame leapt onto a small track and the area around the shelf. Harry marvled at how one small candle could light an enitre alicove.
"Here you go, Harry. Take your time," Griffer said as he sat on a large cushion. As he sat, a bunch of dust came up and he coughed and sneezed.
"Ron, can you help me? This is a lot of information to get through," Harry said, motioning to the books. Griffer settled down and closed his eyes to sleep. Harry pulled out a dusty old parchment scroll and opened it. At first he thought he would never be able to read it. It was written in ancent rumes, Hermione's area of expertice, but the runes slowly became letters he could read. Aparently, Ron's book had done the same because he had cried out in suprise. Griffer peeked open an eye and chirped contentely.
"That's what they do. All books here have a spell on them to translate themselves into whatever language the reader understands best," Griffer said before letting out a yawn and going to sleep. Harry looked at the scroll, gave a sigh, and began reading.
(A/N: This is some of the scroll Harry's readin, ok)
I, Sheredan DancingDragon, have begun to copy down the ancient knowlege of the riders for the Archives of the Plaza of the Heroes. Since I am the last of the Druids to know of this most ancient and prestigious art, this is the last document ever to the written. I am a Hippogriff rider of the highest order. My Hippogriff, Jovan, has been like a brother to me. He enables me to understand the language of his fellow beasts. It is only because I have ridden him. Those who have ridden a Fantastic Beast have the knowlege of their laungages.The magicks that they have are very powerful. All of them have the mark of the Farie upon them, especially those of the Council. They are intelligent beyond the others of their race, and that makes them quite exceptional indeed. The Dragon that began the council is the most intelligent. Crystallin is a powerful creature with the mighty power of the dragons but the keen intelligence of humans. There is a great prophecy abo.....
Beyond that the parchment had been burnt. The Druid that had written it had a very large, scrawling handwritting. Harry sighed and reached for another scroll, putting the first away. After several hours, Hermione came and found them with a book underneath her arm.
"Oh my, you two!" She laughted. Harry looked up and so did Ron. Beside Ron was a large stack of Books he had read already. Harry noticed that he himself had been reading all of the scrolls and was on the last one. At his feet, Griffer streached and gave a cat-like yawn.
"Time to go already?" He asked sleepily.
"The librarian says that the doors needed to be locked very soon," Hermione replied. Griffer yawned again.
"Grab whatever you need and come with me," Girffer said. He lead them to a desk where was getting a book checked out to her. She smiled as she passed Harry, clutching a large leather bound book to her chest. Hermione checked out hers and Harry stepped up.
"Ah a Rider Scroll, wise choice, Mr. Potter," She replied as she placed it into a protective case for transport. "Take good care of it. The scrolls fall apart easier than the books." Ron got his book checked out and they all left.
"Do you know where you'll be staying?" Hermione asked.
"No, I don't," Harry replied. He started to wonder where he would be sleeping and looked at Griffer. The Griffin smiled.
"I know who you need to see. Hermione, Ron, nice meeting you both," Griffer said, inclining his head. Hermione and Ron waved to Harry and they walked off.
"So, where are we going?" Harry asked as Griffer lead him to a building in the Greek/ Roman style. Griffer knocked the door with a paw. It opened to a woman wearing white and her hair was covered with a sheer scarf that had a zebra stripe pattern on it.
"Ah, Lilith. This is Harry Potter, he needs a place to stay the night. My erie isn't the best place for a Sixteen-year old boy," Griffer said with a smile. The woman adressed as Lilith nodded.
"I believe I have the best place for him and it is very near to your nest," Lilith said with a comforting smile. She exited her home and motioned for Harry to follow her. He and Griffer followed her gostly white form. The room she took Harry to was nearly like the Griffindor common room. Harry marvled at it. The bed was in the shape of a Griffin's nest and the room was furnished handsomly with a mahagony desk, a plush armchair, and a mahagony dresser. Lilith stood in the doorway as Harry entered and marveled. Griffer entered and looked out the window.
"I can see my nest from here!" He announced sarcastically. Looking at the thick oak ouside of the widow.
"If there is anyting you require then I will be happy to help you," Lilith said as she bowed and exited. Harry collapsed onto the bed, Griffer leapt up behind him as a pillow and Harry fell asleep with the scent of the griffin. The next morning would be bright and cheerful.
Check it out! The longest chappy yet. I stole Harry's bed from the Dinotopia book by James Gunry. Can you guess the random cameo? I'll give you a Griffin feather if you can! I'm also running a contestto seeif you can guess who Rune, Asad, and Lilith are.Anyways, Suck Chin is a Chinese FireBall but he's from Japan, ok! Besides, I don't know any Chinese, only some Japanese because my bestest friend is really into Japan and has taught me some of the language. Can I help it if we like the Japanese culture more than Chinese? Replies:
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