Harry Potter and the Phoenix's Fire
Chapter 1.
Dreams
Two weeks had passed since Harry had said goodbye to his friends at Kings Cross, two weeks of solitude and loneliness. Harry missed them all so much but he couldn't bring himself to reply to all their letters. Ron….Hermione….Lupin… and surprisingly Ginny. But the one person Harry wanted a letter from was Sirius, but he would never get another letter from Sirius.
Harry sat silently on his bed, listening gently to the storm that raged outside his room. The storm seemed to display his mind so well, the thunder boomed threateningly in the distance just like the anger that licked at Harry's insides. 'Why Sirius?' Sirius had been fallen threw the veil in June. Harry saw the surprised look wash over his face, watched as the fear flashed in his eyes as he disappeared through the veil. Every night Harry would watch the scene play over and over but time seemed to slow. It seemed to take an age for Sirius to fall, to disappear forever.
Every night Harry would wake up drenched in sweat, shaking. Taking deep breaths, he would try to calm himself, try to ignore the guilt that tried to consume him. It was his fault Sirius was there, if only he had studied harder, if only he had listened to Hermione instead of running off to the Department of Mysteries. Every night Harry would fall asleep in the early hours of the morning thinking of Sirius.
One of these nights, Harry was watching Sirius taunting his cousin Bellatrix, watching as she threw the stunner at him. Time seemed to stop as the spell moved towards the Sirius. Harry wanted to warn him to shout but he could not move, his voice seemed no louder than a whisper. As the spell hit him squarely in the chest, the laughter had not quite died from his face but his eyes widened in shock. It was too late Harry could not stop it, he could only watch as Sirius fall, his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through veil. 'SIRIUS!' Harry screamed he had to reach him; he was just on the other side of the veil if only he could reach him. Yet his feet seem stuck no matter how hard he tried he could not reach him.
Harry closed his eyes but when he opened them, he was no longer in the death chamber or even in the depths of the Department of Mysteries. Fire raged around him but he could not feel the heat. Gently reaching out his hand Harry caressed the flames that raged around him. He did not know where he was or even how he got there yet Harry had the sensation he had been here once before…. But a very long time ago. Sensing that someone was watching him Harry spun round quickly only to find nothing except more fire. Staring into the roaring flames Harry then saw it two large black eyes staring back at him…….
Sitting up quickly Harry stared around his room at number 4 Private Drive. The room was quite dark the only light in the room poured in through the window from the street lamps giving the room an eerie orange glow. Harry barely noticed the sweat that dripped down his face mingled with fallen tear . Staring into the dark Harry's dream came flooding back to him, how he saw Sirius gracefully fall through the veil, how his dream had changed to one of fire. Those large black eyes boring into his very soul. But what did it mean? Was it Voldemort? If It was what was he trying to get Harry to do? What did he want? Was it something to do with the prophecy? Was it something to do with his power Voldemort did not know about? Why did the prophecy have to be about him? Why not Neville? That was selfish he would never wish this responsibility on anyone else, but he did not want it himself. He Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived would take the responsibility. Why not? He did everything else.
Trying to calm himself Harry laid back in bed trying not to think about his dream, maybe in the morning he would be able to think clearly. Falling asleep Harry did not have any more dreams that night.
Harry awoke the next day by sunlight the glared through his window bathing his room in light. Reaching over to his nightstand he groped for his glasses, putting them on he sat up stretching. Looking over to the alarm clock that he had fixed a couple of years ago, he saw it was eight o'clock. The Dursleys would be up about now Harry thought. Getting up, Harry put on some jeans and a t-shirt that seemed to fit a bit better, Dudley's cast offs would never fit him due to the fact that Dudley was now wider than he was tall. However, Harry had grown over the summer he would never be as tall as Ron his best friend but he was still tall.
Walking down stairs Harry could smell bacon cooking, which meant Aunt Petunia was doing breakfast and that all the Dursleys would be in the kitchen. Sighing Harry walked down the hall into the kitchen. Since his little 'farewell committee' the summer holidays had gone quite pleasantly, the Dursleys generally ignored Harry, which was fine by him. Sitting down at the table, Harry helped himself to some bacon and eggs. This was a luxury all in its self so Harry indulged it. Looking over his shoulder to where the cooker was to see if there was any more bacon, his eyes caught sight of the flames under the pan. Staring back at him where those black eyes.
Shocked at what he had seen he tried to stand up a little too quickly this proceeded in the chair falling backwards and Harry going with it.
'BOY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?' Uncle Vernon shouted at Harry who was still on the floor nursing a saw arm.
'Sorry…' Harry muttered feebly 'I lost my balance.' With that, Harry got up pulling the chair with him and sitting back down.
Uncle Vernon who seemed to by this story returned to his paper, which he had been reading muttering under his breath about the bad economy. Harry however was still thinking about what he had just seen. It could not be possible, could it? Those eyes…. They seemed so familiar… searching his memory Harry remembered they were the eyes from his dream. But how could he of just seen them in the fire of the cooker? He would have to think about it later, for he had just realised Aunt Petunia had been talking to him.
'…she wants you to mow her lawn.'
'Huh?' Harry said without thinking
'You ungrateful child!' Uncle Vernon yelled 'Listen to your Aunt boy or I will give you some thing to think about!'
If it was possible, Harry thought Uncle Vernon now looked like a very red walrus, Harry even wondered if he had done accidental magic and turned his uncle into a walrus.
'I'm sorry uncle Vernon and I'm sorry Aunt Petunia could you please repeat what you said.
Aunt Petunia's lips thinned instantly, giving of the impression she had been taking lessons from Professor McGonagall.
'Once you have finished your chores Mrs. Figg wants you to go over to her house tomorrow at 9 o'clock, she wants you to mow the lawn.' Aunt petunia said in a harsh tone handing Harry his list of chores.
'Yes Aunt Petunia' with that Harry got up and left the table, taking his list of chores with him.
The day past relatively quickly for Harry, he worked silently through his chores. Harry wanted this day to end so he could go to bed and see Mrs. Figg in the morning. Harry hoped his old, batty, cat-loving neighbour who was also a squib and knew all about the wizarding world. She knew about the Order of the Phoenix and would be able to tell him what had been going on in his world, the world where he belonged.
After finishing the weeding in the back and front garden, Harry made his way upstairs completely exhausted. He had spent the day scrubbing the kitchen floor washing all the windows and the Dursley's new car before weeding the front and back garden.
Climbing onto bed Harry barely had time to look at the letters Hedwig had left on his desk before he fell asleep. Once again, Harry's sleep was plagued with nightmares. Images flashed in front of his very eyes
Flash of green light
'No not Harry, take me'
'Stand aside silly girl'
Quirrell standing in front of the mirror with two heads
Ginny lying in the chamber
Scabbers transforming into Wormtail
'Kill the spare'
Cedric lying lifeless on the ground
Voldemort rising up out of the cauldron
Sirius falling gracefully through the arch
Flames erupted around Harry once again, looking around wildly Harry searched for a way out a way to get away from the flames. But everywhere he turn there were more. Looking around once more Harry once again came face to face with those hard black eyes that board into his very soul.
Harry sat up panting, but exhaustion took over and he fell back into a restless sleep.