AN: You may think that Harry is acting a bit old for his age, in some ways he is, in others he isn't. He is a fusion of Fawkes and Harry, the fusion gave all of both beings to the one that came from it, the result is someone who looks human and has the capabilities of both a wizard and a phoenix.
Several characters will probably just show up in this chapter, Grey is mentioned as are several of the villains he normally deals with. And also Silver shows up, and he will have a bit more in the way of appearances, and before you ask, he does talk like that, just remember that he's technically only around three years old , mentally, at this point in it, Silver spent most of that time in a lab being trained to kill everything he was told to before he escaped thanks to the actions of Grey and Phoenix in one of the original stories, I may end up writing a version of it in this one, but it's only a possibility at the moment. He normally was a wild card that seemed to have a strange nack for being in the right place at the right time, and he is mainly a strength based character who can go toe to toe with someone in the more powerful combat armors. Anyway, who Silver was is something I have yet to decide about in this universe, although it will probably be another crossover.
This chapter does lead to his acceptance into Hogwarts, and it shows a bit more of his usual battling, in some cases (like in the prologue) Phoenix is known to leave a trail of corpses as he fights his way through his enemies, but in cases where others are nearby he isn't normally as fatal to his enemies.
xXx
Blades swirled through the air in a complex dance, twin weapons known as bastard swords. In truth they were slightly different than twins, each was designed for the hand that used it, meaning that while they were paired weapons, they were not truely identical.
He had learned the blades from his memories from before, a phoenix was an eternal being and Fawkes had been around some time, memories from before the bird had found Godric Gryffindor, and these blades were similar to ones used by a friend of that ones. Each blade possessed a feather of a different phoenix, one had that of the standard breed that most saw, the other was from an ice phoenix.
His form blurred as he sat the two weapons aside for the moment, his face seeming to grow younger to nearly eleven years, but it still held the strength and th age in the eyes that made him what he was. It was a gift that he had gained from his fusion, he could take his adult form, the form he would hold for eternity, the powers of immortality held within the firebird had become part of what he was.
Another part of the fusion was a memory from his human part, something his father had said, that it was the duty of those who could help, to protect those who couldn't. It was something that made him learn to fight, and to do what he had been for a few years now. His adult form was useful in the way it let him move without being given a second glance, though most were leary of him, he moved with an almost unnatural grace and had a predatory look to his motions. His eyes were slitted like a hawks, and he had that kind of stillness mixed with quick but sure motions that unnerved many people.
He had spent time building up his reputation among the dark ones, those near where he lived now, he had found himself in America because it was easier to loose himself in the crowd,and it was in the city of New York that he began to recieve publicity as the savior of the people. The city didn't really have a large population of those with magic, but there was other evil to deal with.
The modern world also gave him other assets to bring into play, equipment that was wonderous to him, things that gave him the edge in dealing with anything and everything that would stand against him in either world. it had not taken much to adapt certain spells and enchantments to make his gear functional in area with an intense magical aura.
The union had granted him access to more resources than he knew what to do with, the Phoenix knew of many ancient stashes with gold, gems, and more in amounts that were almost incalculable. In the end it made him rich enough to become someone who would never need to work, mainly because what work he did do was in the shadows, though the papers had begun to report on the hero who had started working in the area.
The little the magical community did report on was that they thought him to be some sort of rogue wizard who decided to become a hero. It had brought a smirk to his lips when he had heard that one, they had thought he was trained as a wizard.
He noticed the setting sun and reached for his gear, and prepared for the patrol that would come. It was something that allowed him to indulge in the predatory aspects of his nature as the part of him that was Fawkes had hunted small animals when he had wings. Part of that was to alleviate the desire to fly that had become impossible to totally supress. It constantly felt like his wings had been clipped, though he still managed to fly in a fashion with the grapple cables built into his armor.
He raised the helmet and lowered the visor over his eyes, the emeral that matched his eyes with a golden piece that surrounded the base of his head, allowing just nose, mouth, and hair visible, the breath filter locked in place over his nose and mouth with a simple push and a hum as the helmets computer tied into the suits sensors, illuminating the tactical data in the visor.
With a slight motion to the door, it slid open to reveal the rooftop garden he had. It was something that soothed him slightly as he began a headlong dash before leaping over the side and into freefall.
A faint flapping of wings brought his attention from the wind against him to his companion, a small wyvern. He had 'acquired' the creature in one of the caches he had gone to, the winged creature seemed almost like a bat, but Rapier was an interesting pet, though he seemed closer to an ally than a simple animal most of the time, though that was the nature of most creatures one spent more time with.
Then he reacted to the fall from the highrise by firing off one of the grapple cables, the spike latching onto one of the other buildings and allowing him to swing to a ledge with a well practiced motion and so he set off at a headlong dash across the rooftops with his batwinged pet following closely.
The cables extended and retracted, the mooring spikes opening and closing on impact with walls as the computer guided their launches precisely.
It was a spectacular feeling that coursed through his very veins as he swung with almost true freedom above the streets. It was calming as he searched for those who threatened the peace below him.
Violence was something that he handled quite well, he was someone who scared the common thugs and most of those who were far worse. A few had gotten on his nerves with their antics though.
A brief flash of a dark red and black alerted him to one of the recurring threats he had deal with when some of his allies went out of town. This particular one was a pest with a penchant for torching everything in sight, no real powers, but she had managed to acquire a military grade combat suit.
"Well, time to have some fun," he muttered to himself as he calmly stepped off the rooftop, drawing both blades and positioning himself with his arms spread, blades outwards like a pair of wings as the wind whistled around him, his minds eyes 'seeing' the wind currents and temperatures around him as a bird searches for thermals to soar.
He rolled into a thermal and hit the ground in a crouch with an oft used positioning for allowing the shock absorbers in his armor to take the damage instead of his legs. The healing ability that his phoenix part gave him stopped the pain and had him perfectly fine an instant later. He was moving instantly, a flip in a jump took him over the SWAT unit and into position to deal with the maniacle lunatic with flamethrowers, not to mention the nearly bottomless supply of high explosives the nutjob always carried with her whenever she managed to get loose.
He heard one of the police cruisers explode as her attention changed to him, well, after lobbing a grenade into one of the armored vehicles.
"Just my luck," the lune almost sang, "I try to get his attention and I get the little birdy!"
"You do know Grey's out of town," he asked, forcing the laughter down as he thought of the others reaction to the psycho stalker in front of him, "And he doesn't really like you?"
"Die you lying birdy!" she screamed as her wrist mounted flamers spat a wall of flame out at him.
He just stood their, his powers drawing the flames behind him into a pair of immense wings, giving him the appearance of an avenging angel to the crowd that had come to watch the battle. The ground was smouldering around him with scortch marks all over as the flaming wings he now wore spread wide as he charged.
A simple strike had severed the connection between one of the flamers and its fuel supply, though he took a nasty kick to the stomach in the process. The fact that it was one of the parts that didn't have the heavier armor was part of the reason why it felt like he'd been hit with a mack truck, the other was that her armor was powered and she was more than capable of easily lifting that same mack truck.
"Aw, hell," he hissed as he lost his grip on the blades and went flying from a kick to slam into a building's second story.
He felt the rubble fall away as he hit the ground once more, shaking his head to clear it as he thanked whatever dieties that existed for his healing abilities.
Both pistols cleared their holsters as he rolled to his feet, he fired both, alternating between them as he advanced, the shots doing little damage to his armored foe, but slowing her down enough to reach one of his blades, the maniac was getting...irritating.
An explosion rocked him as he grabbed the blades and holstered the handguns, the smoke concealing him for a moment as he channeled the flames around him.
"Pyre, Pyre," he whispered as he came walking out of the smoke, "Pants on fire."
"Never say that again!" his foe screamed as she charged him.
"Why?" he asked as he attacked the enraged pyromaniac's remaining flamer, damaging it enough to cease it's function, "Your obsession said he used it on you before."
She growled at him and leaped at him, not a pleasent sight when that leap clears twenty feet at its highest, her landing leaving an impact crater in the street.
"None of your business!" she snapped as he rolled clear.
"This is just not my day," he muttered to himself as he parried attacks with his blades as he held of the raving lunatic, though he was tiring quickly, "Grey, your enemies are something else."
His friend had been responsible for enough mayhem since he'd set up shop in the city, though having Crysalis Enterprises located there was helpful for getting equipment, the manicas gunning for Grey for various reasons was getting tiring.
A roar resounded as he felt the presence of one of the others in the city, and he smirked, the odds had just been evened.
A ten plus foot tall, silver furred behemoth of a being slammed its fist into the armored crazy with enough force to shake the cars on the street. The creature looked almost like a wolf, though the form was more of a mix between human and wolf in appearance. Most thought him a were-wolf of some sort, but he was not, in fact he was a hybrid of sorts, and while there was Wolf DNA within his veins, it had been added to him before he was born by a group of terrorists trying to make a loyal weapon, it had come from an extinct species's bones. He could change between the form he was in and his human one with focus, but he wasn't something that others could deal with very easily, though Silver and him got along marvelously, even outside of their 'work'.
"Thought you could use the backup," Silver chuckled.
"Remind me to do something painful to Grey when he gets back," the other responded as he readied both blades for battle.
"I will friend Phoenix," the wolf chuckled, "I assure you that I will also be dealing with friend Grey in such a manner, hostile Quake made himself known about an hour ago."
"Thank god for that," the crimson and gold clad warrior shuddered, "I have enough problems dealing with armor clad nucases without having the city falling down around me."
"Yes, hostile Quake does make such a mess of things," the other responded with an obvious shudder, "It is time consuming to pull many others free of the rubble hostile Quake brings down in battle."
"So," Phoenix responded, "We doing this?"
"Yes, friend Phoenix," the wolfman chuckled, "Lets!"
Both turned to face the recovering Pyre, both were grinning though only Silver's face was visible.
The armored one had actually ended up with a rational thought for a moment and started to back away right before the two attacked with a snarl from Silver.
xXx
Albus Dumbledore was a humbled man since he had watched the Dursleys house burn to the ground, he had never managed to find Harry Potter, although he knew that The Boy Who Lived still remained among the living.
He had tried to find the last Potter, but nothing he had tried had worked, only a symbol appeared when he tried a locator spell, an emblem that portrayed a stylized bird, one he couldn't identify before the spell ended. It was frustrating, and in the end all of his trials in the matter had come up empty.
The fact that one of the letters had been sent was comforting, though perhaps irritating that he couldn't track the letter after it left the country. He had seen it heading west, so perhaps the child had ended up being adopted and they had moved, though if someone had adopted the boy, muggle or magical, he should have known about it.
The biggest problem was that it always drew his mind back to the other entity that was missing from the equasion, Fawkes was gone, and he had relied on the phoenix for a sort of mental support, and without that, he was almost lost.
xXx
He stripped off the armor, leaving it in a pile in the corner as hslipped into the shower, reverting to his younger form as he did so, his hair reducing to a more managable length and seeming to mess itself up.
He felt the pain now, the adrenelin wearing off as he relaxed. Even though the actual damage was gone, he would feel the pain for a day or so with things that would have lasted for a lot longer. He was grateful for his healing ability, but the pain was somewhat annoying to say the least, but an asprine or two would deal with that quickly enough.
He heard a garbled shriek and a feral hiss, the hiss coming from Rapier and the shriek sounded birdlike. He grabbed a towel and headed out, pulling one of his spare daggers from its hiding place and twirled it as he headed out and the sight of what confronted him made him drop the weapon and try to keep from bursting into laughter.
Rapier was corraling an Owl with a letter tied to its leg into a corner.
"Bloody wizards," he muttered to himself as he retrieved the letter and shooed off the bird, "Can't they at least use the post office rather than the annoying birds?"
He opened the note as Rapier settled onto his shoulder, he knew what it was before opening it, the Hogwarts seal confirmed that if the first line didn't when he started reading it...
Mr Potter...