Title:Hybrid
Author name:Icy Manipulator
Author Category:
Keywords:Harry Phoenix

Rating:R

Summary:A rude awakening.

DISCLAIMER:

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, Del Rey and Randomhouse, and Warner Bros., Inc, No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Ian Malcolm: God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs...
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Dinosaurs eat man. Woman inherits the earth...

Ian Malcolm: God help us; we're in the hands of engineers.

-Quotes from Jurassic Park

Prologue

Summer 1977 Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic.

In a darkened room, a long mahogany table rests. Around it in matching high-backed chairs were seated a number of the brightest and best magical beings of the time.

"I'm telling you know. We have no other choice. We need to revive Project 824 if we could have any chance of surviving this menace." The youngest member of the group said heatedly. He was clearly annoyed at the groups' hesitation in using any means necessary to destroy this evil plaguing their land.

An old scratchy voice spoke up "two mistakes cannot make right…." But he was interrupted. This time by a woman sitting beside the first man. "Ah, but we'll now make sure that everything is right. Special controls can be put in place. After all, it has been more than thirty years, in this time there were a lot of new discoveries and advancement in the field of magic."

"No! Manson's project was the very reason we're in this mess. He couldn't control his creation once it gained comprehension... NO! We are not building another riddle of those thrice damned Type-One Manson's! Look at what it's calling itself now!" Another woman answered heatedly.

"Yes. you are right, ofcourse. We can't afford another T.O.M. riddle. However, an aside to project 824A, Project 824B does show promise and could easily be adapted to modern standards." The old man who had been speaking gently pull on his long white beard as he let a twinkle in his eyes he continued speaking.

"It's just by happenstance that we were able to learn that this new Dark Lord Voldemort is actually our missing prototype. It is too bad that the failsafe on the Type-One did not work as we had thought it did when we heard nothing of it for the first few years since it escaped… So I propose we reinstate Project 824B, the Homo-Anima Research. They were working on the type 'D' and have great success on the type 'C' before the project was shut down. I'm sure we could continue this project and use it to track down and stop Manson's failed Type-One."

"Who's going to head this project?" Another man grumbled. They all knew there wasn't any choice.

The renegade experiment in creating the ultimate warrior by combining genes of magical animals and wizards had backfired on the wizarding world and was now too powerful to stop. The Type-One was pre-programmed for self preservation and the moment it learned that the project was getting its plug pulled due to lack of funding, it killed its creator and escaped to parts unknown. The Researchers weren't worried though, since their experiments had built in safe guards that would automatically dispel the creature once time passed without being rejuvenated. The only way they could see to defeat this creature was to send another one at it.

Albus Dumbledore nodded at his colleague and stated that since he was once part of the original team in the Type-Ones' creation and a fellow of the 824B, he was the man most suited for the job.

"So, how are you planning to get on with this." The Longbottom matriarch asked him. She was the primary on he should convince, all others should follow her lead.

"I've taken the liberty of gathering all the research documents and have managed to find most of the original equipment in storage. In a few weeks we shall have a viable laboratory to conduct our tests and experiments."

b-----------------------------------b

July 30, 1980 Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic.

From the eyes of everyone around them, they were the perfect couple. Both of them smart and talented, they were looked up to by their peers. Immediately after Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore hired them for a very Top Level project for the ministry. Although they were rated in the beginning as Aurors, the Department of Mysteries sanctioned them as Unspeakables. Not that they complained since it offered increased pay and they were trying building a family.

The sad news however was that Lily was barren. On a second attempt of Voldemort on their lives, a cutting hex wounded her deep in the abdomen. It was by a miracle and James stubbornness that she was still alive.

They poured themselves into their work as they've been taken off of field research and into the labs. As Albus had told them, this could be a chance on getting a child of their own.

The closest success they've gained was with the old Type 'D'. It was basically a clone of a fully grown man whose genes came from Albus himself and his pet phoenix. The trouble was, as they've determined, that the hyper-accelerated growth process caused the brain to turn to mush and likewise rendered the subject insane just after seventy-two hours of being released from the tanks. There was also a problem of gene rejection, which hopefully they've solved.

They were now about to initiate the bonding for Type 'E'. A gene mixture of Dumbledore's Phoenix, Lily and James.

Lily Potter looked up from her scrying and smiled weakly at James. She was nervous, since in essence they would be the parents of Type-E. They've determined that the only way for the experiment to be successful was to allow it to grow normally, much like Manson's Type-One.

But as per Dumbledore's design specifications, unlike the Type-One, this one would have a control feature of blocking its abilities until legal majority, when they were sure that morals have been instilled. Just like a real person. Aside from this, a backup control was created that, they hope, was foolproof, incase the original failed.

"Ready Lils" James asked as he hooked up the last of the power-inverters

"Ready as I'll ever be." She answered as she placed the tip of her wand in a small slot that pointed to a small glass beaker suspended in bubbling green goo which was then contained in a large, four feet diameter and eight feet high, cylinder.

An eerie blue glow surrounded the lab as they activated the contraption. A few minutes of feeding it magic was all it took and they saw the beaker break and dissolve. It was unmistakable. The small blob was rapidly forming cells and groups. Nine months sped up to nine hours.

In the early hours of the 31st of July 1980, Lily and James Potter pulled out the infant from the growing tanks to stop the accelerated growth and tested it for viability of survival or an Apgar test, a standard muggle practice they've applied.

"So what are we calling him, James?" she asked her haggard husband an hour later. He's been awake, just like her, for almost forty-eight hours now. Yet, he gave a winning though confused smile.

Lily rolled her eyes and looked down at the baby boy that, although it was just a few hours old, she was rapidly getting fond off. "We can't very well call him Homo-Anima Research Project Type-E or H.A.R – E or plain Type-E for that matter; He has to grow up normally…"

"Harry…" James said after a minute of thought. "We'll call him Harry… you know, H.A.R. –E. and since his got most of my genes… what about Harry James… yeah, it's got a nice ring to it… Harry James Potter." He continued excitedly.

Lily just smiled as she tried to hold back painful tears. She couldn't bear a child, but she and James created one. The mother in her clawing out forcefully in affection for this little boy that she still haven't let go off.

"Welcome to the family, Harry." She said lovingly.

And the baby, Harry, did something no other infant could do. His eyes popped open, revealing his emerald green eyes… and crooned with delight… in phoenix song.

Summer 1997 Smallest Bedroom, Privet Drive

Harry tossed and turned from his light sleep. He was dreaming again, that same dream over and over, of a past he didn't know. Now there he lay in that moment of in between waking and dreaming, as his subconscious mind faded to the background and yet again forgotten. A moment later, his eyes snapped open to a very familiar sound.

"Fawkes?" He said as he brushed away the cobwebs of sleep. "What are you doing here?"

The red-gold bird just stared at him, considering him for his worth, and then it began to speak. Speak! Harry was surprised.

"It's time for your first burning, child of my blood…" Fawkes trilled a few notes and in flashes of red and gold other Phoenixes began flash-firing into his room and began to sing.

Just then, before Harry could truly comprehend what was happening, he felt himself heat up as flickers of golden red flames slithered along his suddenly unclothed body, and like kindling encountering a spark, he and his room was then swashed in golden flames.

AN There's not much original plots coming out there in the HP Fan Fiction world, and I think I could say that I haven't seen anything close to this plot yet. To tell the truth, I've been sitting on this egg for quite a while since I can't get the time enough to properly consolidate everything. At any rate, an excerpt of this is in my other piece (Way of the Force). Although, I am still deciding whether it would play a major part in its final act and start of the sequel as my other two fics since this is a recent addition (a year old I guess). Should I continue with this story? Although it would really, really, really slow down the progress of the fics in general (as if they weren't slow now).

Another option, I for someone to co-write this with me. Any offers?

Tell me what you think.