The Journey of a Dark Phoenix
Summary-
Harry Potter is the younger twin brother of Andrew Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, and the favorite nephew of their aunt and uncle. After a beating from his cousin and older brother, Harry meets a strange man that is invisible to everyone but him. The man takes Harry as his apprentice and teaches him the ways of a Dark Wizard. When the boys are thrusted into the Wizarding World at the young age of 11, Harry turns the Wizarding World upside down.
Chapter 4-
Harry jumped up and ran to the door, he opened it to allow the person to come in and saw a tall and thin man was standing in the door way. His skin was moon-light pale, his hair was shoulder length and black and was soaked from the storm, his nose was crooked like it had been broken and not put back into place right, and his eyes were an onyx black that seemed to look through you and demanded attention. Harry backed up and let him enter, shutting the door behind him as he glided into the hut, the noise outside dropped a little. Harry watched the man inspect the place with a disgusted sneer before turning to glare at Harry, "Are you Harry Potter? Answer me now!" The man snapped.
"Yes sir, I am Harry Potter." Harry said and the man pulled something out of his pocket and thrusted it at Harry. Harry took it and noticed it was his letter was addressed:
'Mr. H. Potter
The Floor
Hut-on-the-Rock
The Sea'
Harry excitedly opened his letter with a smile, it read:
'HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress'
"Where is your brother?" The man asked and Harry snapped his head up to the man to see he was glaring at him, with a sigh Harry pointed over to the pile of blankets where a white faced Andrew was sitting. The man began to walk over to Andrew and he screamed in fright waking up Dudley who looked at the man and screamed too. "Quiet!" The man snapped and both Andrew and Dudley snapped their mouths closed. A crash sounded behind them and they all turned to see Vernon skidding into the room, holding a rifle.
"Who are you?" Vernon demanded pointing the rifle at the man.
"Professor Severus Snape of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Vernon made a funny noise in the back of his throat, it sounded like a cross between a squeak and a strangled cry, at the mention of Hogwarts.
'So that's Professor Snape Master told me about.' Harry thought, and suddenly he saw Professor Snape in a whole new light, he wasn't an arrogant asshole that he had first thought he was, now he was a man that risked his life every day and deserved to be respected.
"I am here to pick up Andrew and Harry Potter to get their things for school. Professor Snape said bringing Harry back to the present.
"Who put you up to this?" Andrew asked, finally getting his voice back again, "Everyone knows that magic is totally fake. And there is no such thing as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I looked it up."
"Hogwarts is real, it is Scotland, and magic is real because you are a wizard." Harry said before Professor Snape had a chance too, Professor Snape narrowed his eyes at Harry, watching him suspiciously.
"That is correct, but how did you know that?" Professor Snape asked, Harry opened his mouth to answer when Vernon cut him off.
"My favorite nephew is not a wizard!" Vernon shouted then pointed at Harry, "That boy is a freak and you other freaks can have him!" Professor Snape glared at Vernon and wrapped a gentle yet firm arm around Harry's shoulder and pulled him closer to him, almost like it was instinctual, like a parent would for their child.
"Being a wizard does not mean one is a freak." Professor Snape growled out, suddenly Harry felt the room fill up with magic, magic that was not his, Harry glanced at Professor Snape and saw a faint brown glow around his body, the glow was so faint that unless you were looking for it you would miss it. "Let both Potters go to their school for a few months and you will get them back for Christmas and Summer break." Professor Snape said sounding almost hypnotic, and Harry knew that Professor Snape was using his magic to manipulate both his uncle and aunt.
"Fine, they may go to that school," Vernon said, "But we only want Andrew back, you can keep the freak." Harry new that Manipulation could only go so far. Professor Snape sneered and his hold tightened on Harry for a second before disappearing all together.
"Fine," Professor Snape said then looked at Andrew and Harry felt the room fill up with magic again, "Come Andrew, we three will go to the Leaky Cauldron and sleep before we shop." Professor Snape said manipulating Andrew before he turned and walked out of the shack with Harry right behind him, Andrew stood up almost as if in a trance and followed Professor Snape and Harry out of the shack.
Once out of the shack Professor Snape held out his arms for both of them to grab, Harry took a hold of one arm and stared at Andrew who was glaring at them. Harry quickly took a hold of his magical core and formed it into a lasso and mentally tossed it around Andrew, "Come on Andrew," He said his voice sounding hypnotic, Professor Snape snapped his head towards him, his eyes were the only thing that showed his shock, "Grab on to Professor Snape's arm." Andrew took a hold of Professor Snape's arm and they disappeared with a 'pop'.
They appeared in a dark, dirty, and empty bar. Harry glanced around, taking in his surroundings and nearly jumped out of his skin when Andrew sneezed, Harry whipped around and glared at Andrew while trying to calm his heart. Professor Snape took his arms from their grip and walked over to the counter, a second later a scrawny man with a balding head appeared. "How may I help you?" The man asked.
"We a room with three beds." Professor Snape said.
"How long are you planning to stay." The man asked.
"Until September 1st." Professor Snape said.
"That will be 15 Galleons." The man said and Professor Snape handed the man 15 gold coins and the man handed Professor Snape a key. "Your Room is number 11." Professor Snape said nothing as he turned, glanced at Harry and his brother before walking up the stairs that had seem to just appear near the bar, Harry quickly followed him with Andrew behind him. They came to a door with the number 11 on it and Professor Snape unlocked it and entered, leaving the door open for Harry and Andrew to follow him. Harry closed the door after Andrew had entered and when he turned around Professor thrusted two outfits into his arms. Harry looked and saw that one outfit was a night gown and the other was clothes for tomorrow.
Harry quickly changed and climbed into the bed closest to the window, and as soon as his head hit the pillow he was a sleep. He dreamed of the blue-gray eyed boy, who smiled at him and pulled him into a hug. "Soon, my Precious Dark Phoenix, I am so close you finding you that I can almost taste you." The boy licked his neck and Harry shuttered in pleasure, "I wonder if you will taste the same in the real world."
"Wh-what is your name?" Harry asked, he had asked this question three times before and had gotten the same answer each time.
"Now, my Precious Dark Phoenix, you know I cannot tell you before we have met in the real world." The boy said, just like the last times, Harry sighed and leaned into the boy's body.
"When will we finally meet?" Harry asked.
"Tomorrow." The boy's grip on his tightened a little, "So close, you are so close. And mine." The boy growled and Harry was jolted away, Harry glanced around the room to see what had woke him and noticed that the sunlight from the window had woken him up. He groaned and threw an arm over his eyes and intended to go back to sleep when he felt his Master gently tug at his Magic, letting him know that he was there and wanted to talk to him. Harry rolled out of bed and quickly got changed, after his changed he looked and noticed that Professor Snape was sitting in a chair across the room reading a book.
"After we get yours and your brother's school stuff, you will tell me how you know everything you do, and how you were able to use your magic to manipulate your brother like you did." Professor Snape said with out looking up from his book.
"Yes sir." Harry said and felt his Master tugging at his magic once again, "May I go get some breakfast?" Professor Snape glanced at him from his book, as if to see if he was dressed or not, before he looked back to his book.
"You may. Your brother and I will be down as soon as he wakes up, after he eats we will leave to get your things." Professor Snape said.
"Yes sir, thank you sir." Harry said then left the room and followed the tug on his magic back down to the bar that they had appeared in last night, but it wasn't empty this time. No, now it was littered with witches and wizards, a few glanced at him before going back to what they were doing. He felt the tug again and followed it to a dark corner where a scared looking man with a purple turban was sitting.
"H-He-Hello th-th-there. I-I-I'm P-P-Professor Q-Q-Quirrell." The man said and Harry inclined his head.
"Hello Professor Quirrell, I am Harry Potter, may I sit next to you?" Harry asked.
"Y-Y-Yes, y-y-you m-m-may." Professor Quirrell said and Harry sat down, a second later he felt a bubble of unfamiliar magic surround them.
"It is safe to talk to me, Phoenix." A whisper came from beneath the turban.
"Hello Master, I see you were able to successfully possess Professor Quirrell." Harry said.
"Yes, I have." Voldemort whispered from the turban, "I assume you are here to buy your things for school," Harry nodded, "I saw the Head of the Malfoy family and his heir walking in Diagon Ally on my way here. While you are out, I want you to find them and introduce yourself to them, the Head of the Malfoy family, Lucius Malfoy, is my right hand man. Before I was 'killed' I told him that he must stay sane and out of prison if anything were to happen to me. Mention that you are my apprentice to him and he will support you and help you if you ever need it, and if need be he will get you out of your relatives house. Come, I will let you into Diagon Ally, first go to Gringotts, it will be in the center of Diagon Ally you won't be able to miss it, and get you your money, you do remember what our money system is?" Voldemort asked and Harry nodded a second later the bubble of magic left, Professor Quirrell stood and walked to a door, Harry followed him. Once they walked through the door Harry noticed they were in a back ally facing a brick wall, Professor Quirrell pulled out his wand and tapped some bricks and an archway appeared.
"I-I-I w-w-will s-s-see y-y-you a-a-at H-H-Hogwarts o-o-on S-S-September 1-1-1st, H-H-Harry." Professor Quirrell said before disappearing with a small 'pop'. Harry stepped into Diagon Ally for the first time, he looked around and took everything in before he started to walk down the street.
"First I need to get to Gringotts like Master said." Harry muttered and walked a few minutes with witches and wizards buzzing around, he could have sworn a few times that he saw a boy with light-blond hair and blue-gray eyes walking with a man with shoulder length white-blond hair and gray eyes, before he came to a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was a goblin. Harry walked up the steps and noticed that the goblin was about a head shorter than him, and that he had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard, and very long fingers and toes. Harry and the Goblin bowed their head at each other at the same time before Harry walked into the back and was faced with a silver door with words engraved on it.
"Enter stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there." Harry whispered the little rhyme on the door before feeling magic swell around him and understood that his rhyme was a spell and a warning.
He bowed to the two goblins as they bowed to him and let him through the silver doors, and suddenly Harry was in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large lodgers, weighing coins in brass scales, and examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Harry walked to a counter as he continued to look around, when he got to a counter with a free goblin Harry looked him in the eye and bowed his head in greeting. "Good morning, I have come to take money out of my safe.
"Do you have your key, sir?" The goblin asked.
"No sir." Harry said and the goblin barred his jagged teeth in annoyance.
"Give me your hand, I will need a drop of your blood to summon your key." The goblin said, Harry held out his hand and the goblin made a small cut in his palm with one of his fingernails, he held a small silver bowl under Harry's hand before he turned it over to let a few drops drip into the bowl. The Goblin let go of Harry's hand and Harry pulled it back to him and rubbed his palm with the thumb of his other hand, using his magic to heal the small cut. A minute later the goblin pulled a little golden key from the now empty silver bowl, "Here is your key Mr. Harry Potter, it seems that one Albus Dumbledore holds this key." Harry snarled at that and the goblin smirk, "If you wish to remove this person as your key holder you must say 'I, your name, recant one, said person's name, to hold this key and things that belong to me.'"
"I, Harry Potter, recant one Albus Dumbledore to hold this key and things that belong to me." Harry said, the golden key shined for a second.
"Very well, Mr. Harry Potter, but now we seem to have a small problem. Since you are not of age you can not be the holder of your key, you must select someone to be your key holder until you are 17. If you know who you want to be your key holder you must say 'I, your name, wish for one, said person's name, to hold this key and things that belong to me.'" The goblin said and Harry thought about it for a few minutes, he couldn't have his Master as his key holder seeing as he was not of the living world, and he did not know the Head of the Malfoy family right now, that left only one person that he could trust with his key.
"I, Harry Potter, wish that one Severus Snape to hold this key and and things that belong to me." Harry said and the key was once again shinning for a second before returning back to normal.
"Very well, the said individuals will be informed of the changes. I will now have someone take you down to your vaults. Griphook!" The goblin called and another seemed to just magically appear next to Harry, who assumed must have been Griphook. Griphook lead Harry to one of the many doors and held open the door for them, and Harry was shocked to find himself in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. Harry looked around and noticed that the passageway slopped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks towards them, when it stopped in front of them they climbed in and were soon flying down the tracks. At first they just hurtled through a labyrinth of twisting passages, Harry tried to remember it but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering it.
Harry's eyes stung a little as the cold air rushed past them, but he ignored the stinging and kept them wide open as a rush of adrenalin rushed through his veins. Once he thought he saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and turned to see if it was a Dragon, because he loved Dragons, but it was too late. They plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactite and stalagmite grew from the ceiling. Harry looked over the edge of the cart to take a closer look, he wrapped his magic around the cart to make sure he didn't fall out.
When the cart finally came to a stop beside a small door in the passage wall, Harry and Griphook got out and walked to the door. Griphook unlocked the door and a lot of green smoke came billowing out, with it cleared Harry could help the gasp that escaped from his lips. Inside the vault were mounds and mounds of gold coins, columns after columns of silver coins, and heaps and heaps of little bronze coins. It was incredible that he forgot what was going on for a second.
When he came back to himself he took notice of a small back near the door, he grabbed it and then walked into the vault. 'All right, Master said that the gold coins were Galleons,' he thought scooping hand-full after hand-full of golden coins into the bag and noticed it wasn't getting any heavier, 'The silver ones are Sickle, there are 17 Sickles to a Galleon,' He thought dumping hand-full after hand-full of silver coins into the bag, 'And the bronze coins are Knuts and there are 29 Knuts to a Sickle.' He thought as he put the last hand-full of little bronze coins into the bag. He walked back to Griphook and they took off once again.