Flame of the Phoenix

Child of the new Dawn

Disclaimer: don't own hp or Creatures of the Dreamlands

A/N sorry for the wait but this chapter was very hard for me to write for some reason and I'm still not very happy with it. I'm going on vacation for two weeks at the end of this one so I'll try and get the next chappie out before I go.

Of Trees and Training

A young man stood on the roots of a white tree, facing the south, as rolling black thunderheads approached. Thick silver chains, all blessed by a priest or priestess, hung from the thick branches and swung in the breeze of the oncoming storm, making soft clinking sounds.

The youth brushed the curly brown hair out of his eyes and squinted into the oncoming blackness. 'I am Alekos,' he thought proudly, 'Son of Adapa. The world has suffered so much from this evil and with the gods' blessings I shall banish them!'

As figures appeared in the darkness, Alekos drew his sword. He could see them now: the dark oily skinned, faceless Nightgaunts with their bat like wings, their hands made up of three long claws, horned heads, and barbed tails. Floating like wraths beside the Nightgaunts were the dementors with their decayed hands and eyeless faces.

On the land ogres, trolls, acromantulas, black cloak-like Lethifolds, huge red-eyed wolves, vampires, and the demon snakes called basilisks, prowled toward him.

Alekos raised his sword toward the sky and closed his eyes, focusing. The sword began to glow a white-bluish light that engulfed the entire blade. Slowly, the glow faded from the handle and a small ball of white light grew at the tip of the sword. As more of the light faded from the sword, the ball grew bigger and light brighter.

He slowly began to trace a pentagram in the air using the light. Once it was completed, Alekos turned toward the white tree and pointed his sword toward the center, "Hydor," one of the lines of the pentagram glowed, "Gaia," another started to glow, "Idea, Helie, Aer." The pentagram burst in a great flash of light and embedded itself into the bark of the tree.

Alekos turned back to the approaching darkness and smiled, one last time. Before the darkness reached the roots of the tree. The pentagram glowed once more and with a crackling sound, a crack of white light appeared in the tree. The creatures screamed in pain as the light grew and pulled them forward. The tree's white bark and green leaves became tainted with black, gray, and brown. The chains clanged together loudly and began to connect to each other, finally creating a gold band, that fitted itself tightly around the tree, symbols of binding, banes, and purities, were engraved on the band. And so, the Tree of Breaden, tree of darkness, was created and Alekos was never seen again.

Years past and slowly the charms began to fade, allowing small demons to escape, but the powerful ones have not been released... yet.


Harry glared at the ceiling of his room and twisted onto his stomach. He hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep since Moony had woken him up. With a sigh, Harry gave up and got out of bed. He got dressed and went to check on Buckbeak.

He found the hippogriff as restless as he was and winced seeing the deep gorges Buckbeak's talons had made in the stone. After a hasty bow, Harry clambered onto Buckbeak's back and nudged the hippogriff's side with his foot, taking off into the air.

With two sweeps of the hippogriff's wings, they were above the highest tower of Tiernan's castle. Harry had Buckbeak circle the castle once, looking for a place the hippogriff would be more comfortable, when Harry pulled the rope around Buckbeak's neck, that acted as a surrogate reins, towards the right down by the edge of the woods.

They landed with a heavy 'thud' and Harry slid off of the hippogriff's back. Buckbeak seemed happy with the change of scenery as he lay down under a large tree, folding his wings contentedly. Harry flopped on the ground next to him, leaning against him slightly. After a while Buckbeak nudged his arm until he patted his beak. After a few minutes of being petted, Buckbeak laid his head down on the ground and closed his eyes sleepily.

Harry lingered for a few moments, then stood and headed toward the castle as the sun started to get low in the sky. He considered going back to his room, but decided against it and nicked some food from the kitchens, so he could eat before his training session with Kali.

The vampires lived down under the castle, where no sunlight can reach them. As they could see in the dark, the only illumination in the long stairways and corridors leading down there were either wand light or by 'borrowing' a torch from another corridor.

Harry found torches to be a pain to bring along, as you had to find a place to put them without burning the place down and had to remember to bring the torch back to its original place as well, so he walked down with only a single beam of light from his wand to guide him.

He and Kali meet in a long stone room adjoining the vampire's sleeping room. Harry had to admit, he didn't think he'd ever get used to walking into a room with sarcophagi lined up in rows or up against the wall to make room for moving about.

During the day the vampires were left mostly alone, save for a brave werewolf or two who either needed a word with one of them and Harry coming down in the early evenings. Harry's sleeping schedule changed daily, depending when he had to go and see Kali. He fought back a yawn; it looked like he would only get a few hours today.

"Nox." Harry whispered softly as he finally came to the thick wooden door and pulled it open. Here, like at St Mungos', there were crystal bubbles to provide a soft light for the room. There were a few vampires awake when Harry entered the room and their eyes glowed for a moment as they regarded him. Vanora and Melantha both nodded slightly towards him then continued their conversation.

Harry slipped his wand into his pocket and went into his training room. It was bare, save for two large bookcases and a few chairs piled in a corner. Harry wandered over to the bookcases and pulled out the large dark green book, which he had been studying out of. He grabbed a chair from the corner and pulled out his wand, directing one of the bubbles to come closer so he could read.

The book was terribly dull, but it also happened to be the only book in English about auras of spells, wards, and magical beings. He flipped to the page he left off on and began to read:

'Auras are, in a sense, like signatures. Each spell, ward, or magical being has a different aura depending on the type and power its magic. Wizards and Witches have red auras that vary in shades, amounts, and appearance. The darker and greater the color the stronger the wizard or witch is in most occasions.

Wards, on the other hand, are almost impossible to see, save for those who train specifically for that purpose. Wards are most often used to protect places and due to that, are made difficult to find and break.'

"Ready to begin Mr. Potter?" Kali's voice broke the silence.

Harry looked up and quickly put the book away. He turned and walked toward Kali in the middle of the room, "Yes, Lady Kali." He said softly.

She nodded, "Now, as we did last time, try to reach into your magic core and bring out a small portion of it. Remember you must fully relax before you attempt this."

Harry closed his eyes and relaxed his shoulders. Slowly he began to look for the old ties of his magic that had once connected to his ring. He found them after a few minutes and began gently tugging at them. A warm feeling grew around his chest, and soon Harry stopped tugging and opened his eyes.

A small flicker of red light was hovering a few inches away from his chest.

"Good," Kali said softly and picked up a pot with a dying plant inside, "Now I want you to try and rejuvenate this plant using that little bit of magic floating in front of you. Think of it as wandless magic, only you're manipulating the magic to do the job and not the object."

Harry focused on the magic and soon it began to move and flicker like a very small fire. Slowly it wrapped around the plant and started to sink into the soil and stem. The stem's yellow color slowly changed into a healthy green and a red rose blossomed before their eyes.

Harry flopped back into a chair, feeling drained, as the flower fully blossomed.

"That, Mr. Potter, is an extremely slow version of how a plant growing spell works. The difference between a wandless spell and this is, that, with proper training, you will be able to control and manipulate objects even if you are under a magic-blocking spell. A wandless spell is never as powerful as a spell with a wand, you need to remember that.

However, there is a risk. This magic is only for emergencies. You see how tired you are after just a simple spell; imagine a shielding charm or even an unforgivable. Due to the fact that you have excess magic as it is, you can use more than most of your kind, but still only use it in life or death situations. And," she said with a feral grin, "With how many you've been in, I think I can trust you to chose when and when not to use it. That's all for tonight, get some rest. You must still be tired from playing with the over-grown puppies."

Harry snickered, "I wouldn't recommend saying that to Tiernan."

Kali smirked and left the room with Harry following.


Remus was in Harry's room when he returned from training with Kali. Harry gave him a tired grin before flopping ungracefully onto his bed.

"Just get back from training?" Remus asked sitting beside him.

Harry nodded, "So, what did you find out about the Braeden Tree?"

Remus sighed and ran a hand through his brown and gray hair, "It doesn't look good. Apparently a Greek named Alekos locked all the demons and evil creatures into a great tree and sealed them within it. As the years went by, the weaker creatures such as dementors, bogarts, and banshees have escaped from the seal..."

Harry sat up frowning, "Since when are dementors considered weak creatures?"

"Dementors are the least of our problems." Remus answered grimly, "There are creatures called Nightghasts; faceless gargoyle-type creatures with three long sharp claw-like hands that fly, there are then the ancients of both my kind and vampires that are more deadly than any of either kind you have met, basilisks, dragons, you name it Harry they're all going to be released by Voldemort!"

"Isn't there a way to stop them?" Harry asked.

Remus shook his head, "Harry, these creatures are so old no one knows how to kill them. The Nightghasts are somehow immune to even the killing curse! The ancients still may be killed, one reason we wanted hunters on our side, but it won't be easy....."

"So we have to stop Voldemort from releasing the creatures and then fix the seal, right?" Harry questioned.

Remus nodded, "Some of the order members are already working on it back at headquarters...." He trailed off.

"What's headquarters like, Moony? Ron's already complaining about cleaning it up."

Remus sighed again and looked back up at Harry, steeling himself, "Harry..... do you remember the name of the place where your parents lived before they died?"

Harry looked slightly confused at the sudden change of topic, but answered, "Yes, Godric's Hollow."

Remus nodded and swallowed, "Well, after...... that night...... the town of Godric's Hollow was condemned due to the houses collapsing. It sometimes happens to places where large amounts of magic was used. No one really knows why, but Godric's Hollow became a ghost town, so-to-speak, until now. Harry, the new headquarters is in Godric's Hollow. Its really just up the road from where you're parents lived."

Harry looked down at the covers of his bed, "Why there?" he asked thickly.

"The large amounts of magic is what Dumbledore needs for the wards. Harry, the choice is yours if you want to go or not. You don't have to."

"Is..... is there anything left of....?"

Remus sighed and shook his head even though he knew Harry couldn't see, "No, Voldemort completely destroyed it. There are just.... a few remains left. Bits of wood and the old gate, nothing else."

Harry nodded still staring at the bed cover and Remus hesitated before saying, "The muggles gave them two grave stones, up on a hill near their old house. I've been there before, I'd take you there if you want to go."

"I want to go." Harry said firmly, finally looking up.

"We can go at the end of the week then. Ron and Hermione want to see you on your birthday after all." Remus said softly wrapping one arm around Harry's shoulders.

Harry simply nodded and rested his head on Remus' shoulder for a moment, before yawning widely.

Remus ruffled his hair slightly, "Get some more sleep, we'll talk some more later."

Harry was asleep before he even closed the door.


A/N sorry again for the long wait, the next chapter should be a little easier to write (hopefully) and I'll try to get it out before I go but no promises. Needs reviews to be continued!!!

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Unicorn11- wow really? Do you speak it or do you just know about it.