Revenge is sweet if you can do it from Heaven.
By Urd Molony
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J K Rowlings characters or books, etc. I only own personally made additional characters, etc.
Chapter 3: Don't mess wit da bird.
White Drive was situated only a 20 minute drive from Grimmauld Place. The house had an uncharacteristically large front yard and was completely pristine White- 'cliché' came Harry's first thought.
The house had about three bedrooms with an on-suite for each one, and one main bathroom. An open plan lounge, kitchen and dining room. A medium garage, large enough for two cars. All was modest but the place felt like a home.
Harry floated up onto the top window of the house and peered through the window into the cream room. A single bed was in the left corner, the door just beside it. An extremely large bookcase stood in the right corner, nearly bursting with books. A closet beside that, another door beside that and lastly just beside the window was a large, cushiony chair with a small footrest and table near it.
Harry looked carefully at the bed. Empty. Out maybe?
Harry sighed and took off again into the night with only one last glance at the house.
Just as he disappeared a 'pop' sounded beside the bed and a mane of curly hair collapsed on the bed in a wave of tears.
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Harsh wind swirled the twigs and leaves on the forest floor around Harry, as he landed lightly on the lush forests floor. His great wings retracted into his back with a silent wish, a single multi-colored feather settling itself into his long hair.
The air was chilly, frosty, icy against Harry's skin, pink from the swift journey from Surrey to the Highlands of Scotland. The hulking castle that spread out on the high cliff top was typical of the rugged land in which it stood. Dark, menacing, ugly to first look, but magnificent in size. The stone blocks that formed the outside of the castle were Harry's height, and twice his height in length. Craning his head back, Harry could only just see the top of the highest tower. It was at least a mile high.
Harry bent down slightly and inspected the block in front of him. There were scratches all over it, clean cuts from must have been some sort of blade. But there was no mould or cracks. The castle was completely sealed, and dry.
'Weird…' Harry thought silently. The air, even now in the early morning was wet, but the castle was completely dry.
No matter how hard Harry tried his head continued to be a jumble of thoughts and emotions, centering around a certain girl who had been missing from a certain house…
Overcome with a sudden wave of great sadness and longing, Harry quickly pushed it away, assuring himself that she was fine, and followed the castles corner around to the great steps that lead up to two huge Cherry wood and oak doors. Harry walked up the stairs and knocked the two gold knockers, snakes entwined so tightly the Harry couldn't tell which one came from each door.
The resounding boom from the knock went through the castle and back again. It seemed an age before a booming voice came from behind the doors.
"Enter, young one"
The snakes that formed the door knockers started to move. Slithering across each other. Suddenly there were two coiled golden snakes for door knobs. Harry didn't bother concealing his surprise when the doors opened by no means and the snake doorknobs hissed there greeting to the new immortal.
"Welcome young one." Two voices in unison hissed in parseltounge.
"H- hi." Harry nervously replied.
The two doorknobs gave a sort of snake smile at the extremely obvious nervousness of the new comer.
Harry walked through the great doors and gasped at the interior of the dark castle fit for inhabitance of Lucifer himself. The walls were stone that glowed gold due to the expanse of candelabras that littered all the walls in spaces of only 1 metre apart. Tapestries, weapons and carvings stretched from floor to way high ceiling. Battle scenes, portraits and even a three metre sword could be seen by Harry.
Tall and short, strong men and women were lined up to the sides of the hall. Leaving a large gap leading all the way- and what a long way it was Harry noted- to a throne like chair at the front of the hall. Where the figures of a man and a women stood behind a glossy veil. Harry walked towards them, head held high, hair billowing behind him like a cape and shoulders back despite not knowing what the hell was happening, he walked past all the people who looked at him with interest and respect in their eyes for the young man who stood so proud. Standing before the veil he mustered all his courage, the only thing that connected him to Gryffindor house and spoke to the figures,
'I need to know some answers. My heart told me to fly here tonight as soon as I got my inheritance. Can you help me?' Harry spoke clearly, but with confusion of the night's events underling each word.
There was a silence for a few moments, and Harry could feel the two people looking at him.
'Yes. We can answer your questions, and more.' Came the mans reply. But before Harry could thank them and start firing questions away the veil between them disappeared. Harry could only gasp in shock and let darkness take him as he saw the faces of the two people.
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'CRASH.'
Another priceless, timeless and immensely valuable trinket shattered into a few zillion pieces on the highly buffed floor of the Hogwart Headmasters office.
Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall and Hermione Granger paced back and forth and into each other, in front of the headmasters desk. Spittle dropped of the edge of Albus Dumbledore's long nose to join the puddle forming on his desk and make room for the incoming spittle.
'Thunk.'
He watched as Albus Dumbledore held his breathe as an enchanted snowglobe to let him see into the Hufflepuff common room hit the floor thanks to a well paced foot from Hermione.
'CRACK.'
But it was let out when it split in half and stained his floor. He watched as the old man contained a grimace and tried to tune out the yelling of his colleagues- to no avail.
Remus and Minerva continued to ruin belongings in the office past repair whilst screaming themselves hoarse. Throwing them out the window. Throwing them off the shelves where they sat. Throwing them at Dumbledore. Hermione stopped from her throw and stood, gasping in outrange and a murderous look in her eyes.
'Tinkle- tinkle- tink- CRACK'
"Seven years… you have controlled Harry for SEVEN YEARS! All this time you havn't been protecting him, you've been WEAKINING HIM SO THAT YOU COULD CONTROL HIM, YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT!"
There goes the Ancient Amulet of Atlantis.
"YOU KNEW-"
"YOU DIDN'T DO A BLOODY FUCKING-"
"STREET BOYS HAVE MORE FOOD IN ONE MINUTE THAN HARRY HAS HAD IN ALL THE TIME HE HAS HAD TO STAY WITH THAT- THAT- PRICK!"
"Quite right Minerva. DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME OR SOMETHING?"
"Thank you Remus. SIRIUS WOULD HAVE WALKED HIMSELF BACK INTO AZKABAN JUST TO BE ABLE TO SLAP YOUR UGLY, WRINKLED, LEMON DROP ARSED FACE!"
"Enough!" Dumbledore finally defended himself with. "Yelling at me won't help us get Harry back t-"
"Us? US? WONT HELP US FIND HARRY! YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH HARRY AGAIN. YOU'RE NOT EVEN FIT TO WIPE HIS ARSE." Remus's eyes were glowing yellow, his teeth bared like an animal. Any trace of the kind hearted and knowledgeable man there use to be was gone at the moment.
Hermione at this point was breathing heavily, bracing herself on one of the walls and trying to calm herself down a little bit.
But there really are some things in life that are just impossible.
"You have used, controlled, bent and hurt for the last time ever, Harry Potter, Headmaster." The last word was said with such distaste that even Remus and Minerva stepped back a bit. "He deserves to be with people who love him, not the fucking Boy-Who-Lived. If you ever do anything but say hello to him, I will personally come up here and rip your innards out. I think Fawkes will be happy to eat them." The resounding 'crack' form the door "closing" left no doubt that Hermione's foot had slipped whilst she was going out, Remus and Minerva soon following.
The remaining occupant of the room turned towards Fawkes.
'I doubt that Fawkes could be worse than those three.'
Woo Boy.
I never knew that Phoenix's could resemble unmentionably evil creatures when angry.
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