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Well I guess I should have given a proper warning in the first chapter; anyway there will be a slight amount of spoilers from DH coming up soon, it won't be major though. This is also a GinnyHarry story, that was pretty evident in the first chapter, there will be other pairings eventually but I'm not rushing things… okay enough rambling, onto the story!
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Harry opened his eyes realizing that everything was dark, he really had no idea where he was. He stood up and hit his head on the ceiling, "Well that explains it," he muttered to himself. He was in the cupboard, the same one his uncle and aunt kept him in. The fact that he hit his head probably meant he was 9 or 10 years old. He felt around for the only source of light in the small space and turned it on. Much to his surprise, everything was clear. He thought that he would require glasses when he returned to his former body but apparently eye correcting magic was blood magic. Hermione had corrected Harry's eyesight in their sixth year after she finally got fed up that his glasses kept falling off at the most inconvenient times. He unconsciously reached for his wand to find it not there. It was a physical item and was left behind,
"Bloody hell," he cursed, it was still early in the morning so he was lucky, no one heard him curse. He sighed knowing he would have to resort to his wandless magic. His occlumency shields were still very strong and he could see Dudley's thoughts without even needing to be near him. He looked at his wrist and let out a breath in relief, the scar that was left from liquefying his bracelet was still present and with that he let the bracelet solidify outside his body.
He examined every corner of the bracelet making sure it wasn't damaged in anyway. He looked at each stone carefully, each one contained a different potion and then there was the odd one out. This was the stone where he gathered his powers from. He examined the gold stone with silver specks closer than any of the other ones. Each power stone was unique and couldn't be replaced if lost. He drew all the power he could from the stone to find out that it wasn't enough; he smirked knowing that he needed the next stone. There were different levels of necromancy, he was already the strongest one in centuries and he still felt his magical core expanding. He would have to inform Ollivander of his previous life since he was not only a wand maker, but also the only supplier of necromancer stones in England.
Harry had enough of his cupboard so he merely unlocked the door with a wandless, wordless Alohamora and quickly and quietly slipped out. He gazed at the sight, everything was exactly where it was 10 years ago. Now Harry had to figure out how to get out of there, he smirked and called:
"Flaza," she appeared as silently as a shadow. 'Ah, Master Harry, I see your time jump was successful."
"How do you know about that?" asked Harry frowning
Humans are not the only ones that can jump time, we follow our master no matter where they are," she said rather simply. "And the date today is July 3rd 1990 if you were wondering," Harry paused for a moment and nodded. "Might as well get down to business," said Harry out loud. "I need you to get this message to Dumbledore, I need to speak to him, he should be in his office at Hogwarts and all you need to do is communicate with Fawkes, he is…"
"The headmaster's phoenix, yes I know, we phoenixes are very sensitive to others of our kind. I shall tell him to be here this evening at 7pm. Is that time sufficient, Harry?
"Yes, it will be fine, I need his help to free Sirius, although I will not let him enter my mind," said Harry glancing around nervously hoping the Dursleys wouldn't wake up yet. "Alright young Harry, I will check on you later today, and I will interfere without hesitation if your uncle injures you. You maybe grown up in mind and magical ability but your body can not forget what has been done to it in the past. That is why you fear your uncle, it is not cowardice."
"Yes, I know but I can still defend myself although I do have doubts. It could be that my wand always offered comfort, I am horribly powerful without it but it still is a comfort to have it," mumbled Harry. At that moment Harry though he heard someone up stairs and then hissed to Flaza, "GO" before he jumped back into his cupboard and locked the door with magic. No sooner did Uncle Vernon come down the stairs hollering for him to get up and cook breakfast.
Meanwhile
Flaza quickly flamed to Dumbledore's office, a well known place to her since it was Lord Gryffindor's office. She had her perch there and spent lots of time there. She appeared in the office and landed beside the other phoenix. She cooed to him who she was and without hesitation he cooed back and bowed to show that she was the superior one.
"Ah, Flaza, you finally grace me with your presence," said Dumbledore as he entered the room and bowed lightly. Flaza quickly passed her message onto Dumbledore who was amazed that Harry knew who he was.
"You didn't tell him did you, Flaza?" asked Dumbledore. "How did you get to him?"
"I only come once my presence is known to my master.He called me and sent me here, I know nothing more." After Dumbledore asked a few more questions which Flaza refused to answer, she informed him that she would be staying at Hogwarts since Harry could not have a magical bird at home. With that, she flamed away to Lady Ravenclaw's chamber and made it her new home since it had apparently been lost through out the years.
After Flaza had left, Dumbledore began pondering about what happened to the boy. Clearly, the boy was not the same boy he left at the Dursley's almost 9 years ago, the boy who was oblivious to his heritage. The phoenix was the first clue and his meeting with Harry tonight could prove most interesting.
He turned to Fawkes after a moment and told the phoenix to keep an eye on Harry. The bird then flamed away leaving the professor to his thoughts.
"Who was this boy? Who indeed?"
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The morning had gone by without any problems; he made breakfast to the best of his abilities giving the Dursleys no reason to hurt him. He pondered why he had ended up on this day instead of any other, he knew it was July and his 10th birthday was approaching but apart from that, this day had seemed like any other. Maybe that had been the point, to come on a regular day so that he could readjust to everything. He knew he wouldn't receive his acceptance letter to Hogwarts for another year but he still could not wait for that day, it seemed so far away to him right now. Hopefully everything would go according to plan and Harry's life would be much easier once he save Sirius. He just hoped that the future wouldn't be too changed, he didn't want to lose his advantage so early in the game.
"Okay boy,"spat Uncle Vernon. "You will be spending the day at Mrs. Figg's since we will be taking Dudley and his friends to the arcade for the day. It's not everyday your little boy turns 10."
"More like a mammoth," muttered Harry, it was Dudley's birthday, how could have he forgotten? "What did you say boy?" said Vernon very threateningly, his face had gone red with rage. "Nothing," said Harry rather quickly and ran out of view before anything could be done. Harry hoped that he could befriend Mrs. Figg which would make his life a lot easier if something in his plan backfired.
Ho strolled over to the Figg house as the Dursley's left. He had to figure out how to convince her to talk to him about the wizarding world. He could always just make something explode and then she would have to explain. He entered the house and saw all the cats, they seemed to stare at him and this made Harry rather uneasy.
"Get lost," Harry hissed in parselmouth, after that, the cats seemed to keep a good distance away from him, he wasn't sure if Mrs. Figg noticed. Mrs. Figg felt something was different about the boy but she just couldn't put her finger on it, it didn't help that she was a squib. She began her stories about her cats, Twinkletoes, Smittens and Paws were only some of the names Harry caught. He though enough was enough as Harry's boredom seemed to take over and decided to play around. Within the next minute, Harry had finally decided on an incendio to get the afternoon started. Mrs. Figg, who went to the kitchen to get some biscuits nearly collapsed as she walked in to the living room to find a plant on fire.
"Oh dear, oh dear, I hope my cats weren't injured," she said as ran to the kitchen, picked up a bucket and headed to the sink. While she wasn't looking, Harry summoned some water and quickly doused the flames. The old woman returned to the room to find that the fire had gone out. She knew Harry was responsible, thank god the occurrence of his magic occurred here and not at the Dursley's where she knew he would be punished severely.
"Isn't that cool?" pretended Harry. "Look I can do it again!"
"No harry, there is no need," she said too calmly. One would have never had such a calm reaction if they didn't know about magic before hand. "Just wait right here," she said as she pointed to the couch and scurried upstairs where Harry was sure she was sending an owl. It was only one in the afternoon so Harry still had 6 hours before his meeting with Dumbledore. Mrs. Figg finally came down stairs and resorted to her usual method of amusing Harry. She pulled out several albums full of cat pictures and Harry just groaned, he had seen enough cat pictures to last him a life time.
"Did you say something dear?" asked Mrs. Figg as if she didn't hear Harry let out the loud groan. This time, instead of resorting fire, which was one of his personal favourites, he changed it up and began using transfiguration. He transformed the near by ugly, green comforter unto a rather large cat that paced around the living room before he changed it back again. Mrs. Figg was startled at the magic the boy was doing; changing items into animals was at least 6th or 7th year at Hogwarts and the fact that he was doing it wandlessly just complicated the spell further. She paused her album scanning and watched Harry but didn't say anything. It was better that she didn't respond at all than say something she would regret so she let Harry continue his magic spells.
The Dursleys returned just before 6pm which gave Harry time to make dinner before his professor showed up. He sped up the process using a bit of magic here and there. During dinner, Harry finally spoke up, "Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, I'm having a guest over for a little bit at 7pm. Don't worry I wont disrupt you in anyway, though I do prefer using Dudley's extra room for the evening," said Harry as politely as he could.
"No mum, don't let him," droned Dudley from his corner of the table. "Of course not, Dudders," said Petunia sweetly to her oversized son and turned back to Harry. "And who do you think you can invite to our house without our permission. We gave you a home you ungrateful freak," she spat. Harry just grinned rather evilly and answered, "Professor Dumbledore from Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry." He saw the reaction immediately, Petunia's face went white as a sheet, Vernon went as purple as a plum and Dudley just fell down laughing. "These no such thing as magic," Dudley managed to gasp out as he laughed.
"I WILL NOT PERMIT HIM TO STEP FOOT IN THE HOUSE!" yelled Vernon at Harry but Harry did not cringe; Harry just stood his ground and stared at his uncle.
"I would say it is a little late since it is 5 to seven," he motioned to the clock and all faces turned. He could have sent Flaza but they did not need to know he had a phoenix.
"We kept you from that freak stuff; my sister was one of them. How did you find out?" asked Petunia as her curiosity prevailed over anger or fear. She was still as white as a sheet.
"You don't need to know" said Harry rather coldly. "You kept me from my true heritage; you even lied and said that my parents were no bodies, useless pieces of filth. YOU SAID THEY DIED IN A CAR CRASH," he roared and watched as everyone took at least several steps back. He took a breath and continued, "If everything goes according to plan then I should be out of your lives by next week." The clock in the living room chimed 7 and on the last chime, a knock came at the door. Aunt Petunia approached the door very slowly and cautiously as if the door was going to explode. She opened the door to reveal a very tall man, in a dark midnight blue cloak that reached his feet. He had a snow white beard that reached his waist, his nose was crooked looking like it had been broken at least two times if not more. "Good Evening," said Professor Dumbledore.
There you go, another chapter, there is another one more than half done and if I have the time, I will post it by the weekend. Please review! Even One word! It will make my day HouseholicMD
