The Descendant
By Cynicblade
Chapter 1
Harry Potter sat in the smallest bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive, wondering what was going to happen next. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was still telling the entire Wizarding World that Voldemort had not returned, even though he had seen him at the Ministry himself. Harry mused quietly that he would need a better understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts, since Voldemort wanted him dead because of the prophecy. But, he wasn't going down without a fight.
Two flashes of fire lit up the room as Harry jumped back in surprise. Two magnificent phoenixes carrying a large wooden chest were floating above his bed. The larger one was jet black, save a white streak across its back. The smaller, obviously female by the way it carried itself, was pure white. The pair set the wood chest on the floor by the bed and landed on his bedposts. Harry looked at the phoenixes curiously as he moved towards the chest. He examined the chest carefully, noting a strange seal on the front. He pressed his index and middle fingers against the seal. The chest popped open and a bright light shone from it. A booming voice erupted from the light.
"Who dares to disturb me?" Harry steeled his self before he replied.
"I do. My name is Harry James Potter. Who are you?" The light chuckled.
"Another descendant, eh? I am Merlin Ambrosias. How old are you, boy," the voice questioned. Harry looked vaguely surprised at the question.
"I'm 15, sir." Merlin snorted.
"You're young, boy. Prepare yourself, kid, you're coming with me." With that, Harry James Potter of Number 4 Privet Drive disappeared.
Harry slowly awoke, squinting at the bright lights above him. 'Ow,' Harry thought.