A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me so long to update! It's just that this year I'm a freshman and it's my first year of high school and… Yeah. It's a bit overwhelming, really.

Anyways, 11 reviews! melts like a popsicle Yay! This is the most reviews I've gotten for any story I've written, and this time it's only in the first two chapters! Keep reviewing! It makes me happy! The voices are telling me that if you don't review, I'll have to seek all of you out and kill you… But I usually ignore them, so don't worry. They just help me come up with random plots for random stories.

Qwiksilver I would just like to say, Quiksilver, you insane little person, you, that Dumbledore bashing is the greatest art known to humankind… If his character is portrayed a certain way. Of course, I don't like Harry goes evil and takes over the universe and hates Dumbledore, but I haven't even FOUND a fic like that, though I'm certain there are some out there. I mean, I liked the sixth book as much as anyone else, with Dumbledore being all old and grandfatherly and proud of dear little Harry. BUT- why do grandfatherly when you can do evil manipulator? Much more interesting. So THERE, Emi. Do not insult the sacred Dumblydorr bashing.

Raver Styx Thanks! I'm glad you like it, especially since I really enjoy writing in Harry's perspective. I enjoy reading superHarry fics, but I don't really want to write one. He might have one power, but that's not what the story revolves around. It's just something to push it along.

PsychicLunar I know it's a gargoyle.. Sometimes I get confused though, since my little brother enjoys playing the games and on there- and in the movies- it's a dragon. Did I say that it was or wasn't a gargoyle? Oh, and thanks for catching my spelling. blushes I try to not make any mistakes.

Lady FoxFire Wha? You're asking me to reveal what I don't know? We'll see, you'll see, we'll all see. For all I know he could end up not being rescued until Harry's sixteen. That probably won't happen, but I haven't really planned a storyline yet and it will take awhile for REAL action to start, but keep reviewing!

Xyverz Harry's not exactly a part of the 'real world', remember? He may seem to have more of an idea of what's going on than he really does, but he's just taking it all in stride. Thanks for reviewing!

bandgsecurtiyaw Tanks!

CHAPTER 3

I left Dumbledore's office with a smile on my mouth and a bird on my shoulder. I'd asked Dumbledore to 'officially' adopt me, but put me in the care of Lupin. He also let me take away Fawkes as a 'peace offering'. Not his words, but, it worked for me. Except, he almost refused, but then I blackmailed him. A smile spread across my face. I almost lost my composure and skipped down the hall, Fawkes jumped off and gave an angry chirp, and Lup- no, he asked me to call him Remus, came up behind me and was looking at me disapprovingly.

"You shouldn't have resorted to blackmail," he whispered as he came up to me.

"Why are we whispering? Is it a secret?" I asked in a loud whisper. "Ooh! I like secrets! Tell me!"

Lupin glared. "Harry, quit it."

"Okay. I had to resort to blackmail."

"And why is that." He gave me a look. Like the kind you would get from a parent. Unfortunately, it made me smile. And, unfortunately that wasn't what he wanted or expected, so he got mad at me.

"Stop it, Harry!"

"Okay, Remus. It's just that… I sense things. He's powerful, yeah.." I gained a bit of confidence, so I went on. "But, he's just… different. And it doesn't.. It doesn't feel right."

"You sense things?" He didn't believe me. Great. Now my guardian thought I was crazy. I looked down and nodded, wincing at the floor, not wanting to see his expression.

"That's amazing!" I looked up, confused, thinking that he would have a condescending frown on his face. It looked rather like an expression of awe.

"Why is it so amazing?"

"I'll tell you when you're older." I rolled my eyes and followed him, hearing him mutter something under his breath.

We got to a fireplace and he proceeded to tell me how to use the floo and we left the castle (and its 'intimidating' headmaster). Fawkes got there on her own. I'm wasn't quite sure how, though.

I lay in bed wondering if any of this could be real. I'd acted the way I did because I knew that I would wake up, but now it seemed like all of this was more than just a dream. I thought back to everything that had happened and wondered if I was going crazy. But that was something that I was fairly sure I was not.

'If anything Harry, they're the ones who're crazy. They think that you're a wizard and that they are too.'

Maybe I was crazy if you took the voices in my head for an example. Oh well. I'd probably wake up in the morning and it would all be gone. That was a slightly depressing thought. I hoped against hell that this wasn't just some crazy dream world that I'd created in my head. But why would I create an insane manipulating bastard in my dream world; especially one that was awkward and didn't feel right?

'Why did he feel so different? It was if he was… Stuck or something. Caught, or… torn.'

I really was just completely confused. Everything was so different from my fantasies. If there was any wizardry in the world, I had assumed it would be like it was out of a book. Like Lord of the Rings, or the Chrestomanci series. Or maybe even being scientific magic, like Diane Duane's worlds. This just didn't add up. I pushed down the yellow comforter and realized I could feel it. This world was tactile, unlike any dream I'd ever had. My eyes widened with surprise. So it was real. Then thoughts pushed themselves through my head until I got dizzy. I, being the klutz that I always have been, fell down backwards, only just realizing that I'd gotten out of bed. I sat up, more slowly than I had before, being careful not to aggravate my head.

I looked over to the small table in the corner where Fawkes had sat before, but apparently she had flown away. A frown came to my face.

'I wanted to talk to her. She and Remus are the only intelligent people that I've met so far, but Remus is-'

My thoughts broke off as she appeared in the room. In a burst of flame. I just looked on with a disinterested gaze (surest way to irritate Dudley) and she flew up to me.

:You called:

I smirked. This was going to take awhile to get used to. A very long while.

Remus woke up early. He wasn't a morning person and was rather disagreeable if you came across him earlier than eight. But he would have been able to sleep in under normal circumstances. Today, he couldn't. He had to get up and make breakfast for Harry. He was horrible at cooking. But he pulled on a bathrobe over his pajamas anyways, and walked downstairs, only to hear someone humming to themselves. It was an odd tune, but whoever was humming could probably sing very well. He could also hear sounds of cooking.

'Harry!'

Everything stopped.

"Remus?"

He walked into the kitchen. "Did I just say your name out loud?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Odd things keep happening to me. I'm not quite sure what's going to happen."

Remus nodded, not quite awake. He noticed that a muggle's mixer was out, as well as eggs, sugar, flour and several other things. "What are you making?"

Harry looked at him oddly. "You can't make pancakes?"

He grinned. "No, of course not. I'm a horrible cook."

The boy nodded but didn't smile back. "Dudley loved pancakes," he mumbled.

Remus' face fell. "You don't have to make breakfast if you don't want to. You are free to do whatever you like, as long as you're usually within the law. No lawlessness in this house," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Harry gave a half grin back. "Of course not! As long as you don't consider… uh, nevermind."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What were you going to say?"

"Um… I'm not sure!" Harry was much too happy for early in the morning.

"Ugh. You're a morning person."

"Yes. I am. So?"

"That is lawlessness to me. But if you so desire, I grant you permission to get up after it gets to be around five. Any earlier and I'll leash the werewolf on you."

Harry grinned. "But of course. I don't usually get up until six anyways, so that shouldn't be a problem." And then his face fell.

"What is it, Harry?"

"I'm going to have to go back to the Dursley's aren't I? This is all a dream. I'll wake up soon, I think." Then he frowned. "It's just so real compared to anything that's ever happened to me before. It's hard to believe that this is just a dream."

Remus was very concerned, but then he realized why Harry had been able to handle everything that had happened to him the day before. "Harry, if you believe it is a dream, it will be only that to you. But if you believe it's real, it will be."

He nodded distractedly. "I know. My dreams have always been more realistic than anything that's happened to me in real life."

The confused Remus. "How so?"

Harry looked up sorrowfully at Remus. "They're always filled with happiness and laughter. Sometimes magic. I imagine that just comes from the books, though. And when I'm at home or school people tease me and my cousin and his friends torment me all the time, but when I'm dreaming, it's just… Real life."

A thick silence filled the room, only to be permeated by the trill of Fawkes.

''Ello, Fawkes.'

:Hello Harry. Why do you keep calling me that:

'What? Fawkes? That's what Dumbledore called you. Do you have a different name?'

:Well yes. Of course I do. That's a male name and I have several, actually, because I've had so many keepers. The one I liked best, though, was probably… Scarlet.:

'Fitting.'

:Oh, be quiet.:

'Too late, you can already hear my every thought.'

:You know the man-wolf is staring at you:

Harry turned around to see Remus looking straight at him sipping his coffee as if he was watching the telly. Harry rolled his eyes and took the coffee away from Remus, who happened to have it in a death grip. The coffee spilled out. Scarlet, who was sitting between them, got soaked and proceeded to be engulfed in flame. Not burning day flame, but just being engulfed in flame.

This was certainly getting interesting. Having a flaming bird on the table and feeling heat from it was another wake up call. I already knew that my past two days had been real, but me, being one for dramatics, couldn't pass up the chance to create a problem. I could only see Scarlet's shape in the fire, but oddly, it started to change. The fire got bigger and seemed hotter, but it didn't burn anything. Then it dispersed. A young girl was standing there. I stared. (Yes, she was clothed. Don't think that I'm a pervert and would stare at naked girl.) She had bright red hair and a freckled face and seemed to be somewhat confused with something. Then she looked at me and cocked her head. She had a red sort of tunic on and she was bare foot. Her mouth opened and she seemed to be trying to make a different noise than speaking. A sudden thought passed through my mind.

"Scarlet?"

The girl rolled her eyes.

:Harry, yes, of course it's me. But, can you tell me why I'm as tall as you now:

"You're human?"

Scarlet stumbled back. :What do you-: "mean?"

"Well, you just trailed from mind-speech to the English language, so I'd say you were human."

"Oh… Yes, that happened before, but it hasn't happened in over a thousand years…"

I looked at her curiously. "And why is that?"

"Because I only become human when my master needs me to be human. Apparently you do. This hasn't happened since.. Merlin."

"Merlin's real?"

"Yes."

"Then this has to be a dream."

She looked at me with wide eyes. 'Why is it that everyone keeps telling me this isn't a dream?...'

:Harry, it's only a dream if you will it to be.:

'But… It's different… I know it is."

:Harry, touch my hand.: she said, walking slowly forwards. I touched it. Her hand was very soft. There were no wrinkles in it except for the head, heart, and life lines. They were very deep.

"You have a very long and happy life in your hand," I said, not looking up, but examining her fingers more closely.

"That's not the point, master Harry."

I looked up then. "What is the point?"

"Can you feel my hand?"

"Yes, but why is-"

"Have you felt something in your other dreams?"

"No, of course not, they're dre- Oh," I finally realized… It was all real. And I grinned.

"You see now Harry?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

"Well, yeah, of course. I mean, I was able to touch something and feel it unlike in all my dreams, so this is just one heck of an unusual dream, or its real."

Remus frowned. "Harry, can't you just accept that it's not a dream?"

"I know it isn't a dream." He looked at me skeptically.

"Okay then, Harry. Just don't think that you can do anything you want now. I mean, the performance with Dumbledore was neccesary, but it would be good if you could try to not do it so…"

"Openly?"

"No… often."

"Oh. Yeah. I don't normally start trying to make people hate me."

"Okay, now that that's out of the way… Are you really Fawkes?"

"Yes," she said, glaring. "I rather prefer the name Scarlet, though. But I'm assuming, werewolf that you knew I was female?"

"Actually, I'm not all that powerful and I can't sense things like that in other creatures."

"Oh. Sorry, then."

"It's fine. I know if I was able to live in werewolf form with my mind, I would be annoyed with people for thinking I was of the opposite sex."

I cut in. "Yes, but it would be very amusing if your name was something like sparkle-dust."

He gazed at me with a sarcastic look on his face. "Well, you know that would only happen if I was domestic, right?"

"Whatever."

Remus turned out to be much more interesting after that. Though he was rather fun to be around from the start. Compared to my relatives, at least.