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 5-
Harry stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts a minute later after one wild cart ride back to the bank. Harry knew he needed to get his robes for Hogwarts so he set off towards the first clothing store he saw: Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. When he entered the story he felt something familiar yet at the same time unfamiliar tug at his magic before it wrapped itself around him, almost as if trying to protect him. Before he could think further on what had just happened a squat, smiling witch dress in mauve walked up to him.
"Hogwarts, dear?" The woman asked and before he could speak began leading him to another room. "Got the lot here, another young man being fitted up just now in fact." They entered the room and Harry was able to see a boy with moon-light pale skin, aristocratic features, and sort light blond hair and beautiful gray-blue eyes that he noticed were looking at him through the mirror as another witch pinned up his long black robes. The witch lead Harry to a stool next to the boy and Harry's heart started beating when he realized that he was the boy from his dream, Harry smiled nervously at him and the boy smiled a small smile back.
"Hello," The boy said, "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes." Harry said trying not to blush.
"My father is next door buying my books. After I'm through here I'm going to drag him off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow. Have you got your own broom?" The boy asked.
"No." Harry said.
"Play Quidditch at all?" The boy asked.
"No, but I want to." Harry said he smiled and stuck his hand out to the boy, after making sure it wouldn't interfere with the witch pinning his robe, "I'm Harry Potter, yes, sadly my brother is the Boy-Who-Lived." The boy smirked and took his hand, they both felt a shock of electricity and the boy's grip on Harry's hand tightened and Harry could sense that he was forcing himself not to pull Harry to him and wrap his arms around him.
"I have waited so long to finally meat you Harry, my Precious Dark Phoenix." The boy said and Harry gasped, how could this boy know what he called him in his dreams. The boy lifted Harry's knuckles to his lips and kissed them, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and I will protect you with my life, if you will let me." Harry nodded, he seemed to have lost his voice, he saw Draco's eyes light up in happiness and he lowered Harry's knuckles away from his lips but did not let go of his hand, "Do you know what house you'll be in?"
"I hope to be in Slytherin." Harry said, surprised when his voice didn't squeak or shake. Draco lifted a perfectly trimmed eyebrow while smirking.
"Interesting choice of House to hope to be in." Draco said, his smirk widening, "You do realize that the whole wizarding world assumes that both you and your brother will be in Gryffindor like your parents, don't you?"
"Yes, I realize this, but the wizarding world needs to realize that I am not my parents nor am I my brother, I am my own person." Harry said and felt Draco rubbing his knuckles with his thumb in a soothing way, he glanced down at their hands with a deep blush and looked back at Draco to see that his eyes were shinning again, but this time it wasn't in happiness, this time it was an emotion that Harry couldn't name, and right now he was kind of a little scared to name it.
"That you are, my Precious Dark Phoenix." Draco said, his voice almost sounding like a purr, Harry began to kind of inwardly panic at the foreign emotion that was flowing through his veins, so he quickly back-peddled away from the unknown and unnamed emotion.
"So," His voice cracked and he took a deep breath, "So does this mean we are allies?" Harry asked gently removing his hand from Draco's, he saw disappointment flash through Draco's eyes and quickly made it look like he was whipping sweat off his hand before he took a hold of Draco's hand once more. He didn't want to see Draco sad if he could help it.
"No," Draco said and Harry felt a painful stab of disappointment hit his heart, "I don't want to be just your ally, I want to be your best friend." Draco said smirking at Harry, had that been Draco's way getting back at him? "This will be an interesting year at Hogwarts, don't you say?" Before Harry could answer the witch that had been pinning his robe cut him off.
"That's both of you done, my dears." Draco quickly let go of Harry's hand and hopped off the stool before holding out his arms to help Harry down. Once they were both down, Draco grabbed Harry's hand once again and they both walked to the counter to pay for their robes, they then walked out of the shop. Once outside Draco turned and gently lead Harry down the street.
"I need to meet my father at the book store 'Flourish and Blotts, he said he would buy my books. I want you to meet him." Draco said as they came to the book shop he had mentioned. Harry stopped them and Draco looked at him confused, "Do you not want to meet him?"
"It's not that Draco, I just need to tell you something." Harry glanced around before stepping closer to Draco to whisper in his ear, "To the wizarding world I go by the name Harry Potter, but to my close allies, or friends, and my master my name is Phoenix. Please don't tell anyone, and only call me that when we are alone."
"Why, planning to become the Dark Lord's apprentice?" Draco whispered back joking.
"I'm already his apprentice." Harry whispered, Draco pulled away just enough to looked into Harry's eyes, shocked, and saw that he was telling the truth.
"All right, my Precious Dark Phoenix, I won't tell anyone, I swear." Draco whispered before placing a kiss on Harry's cheek. "Now," Draco said pulling away from a blushing Harry, "Let us go meet my father." The two boys entered the book shop and meet up with a man with shoulder length white-blond hair and gray eyes, and with a jolt Harry realized that he had seen both Draco and his father in the crowd of witches and wizards while he had been going to Gringotts.
"Draco, who is this?" The man, Lucius, asked looking at Harry with a cold, hard look.
"Father, this is my new friend Harry Potter, I meet him at Madam Malkin's." Draco said and Lucius's eyes widened before narrowing at Harry. Harry stepped up and bowed his head like his Master had taught him to do when he meet one of his Death Eater, once again Lucius's eyes widened before he glanced around the book store.
"Hello Mr. Malfoy, my Mater tells me you can help me." Harry whispered just loud enough so that only Draco and Lucius could here him.
"And your master would be?" Lucius drawled, Harry looked at him with amused eyes.
"You know him as the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort." Harry whispered and Lucius looked deep into Harry's eyes to see if he was lieing, when he found only truth Lucius bowed his head in respect.
"Mr. Potter, it is much pleasure to meet you. Are you ready to attend Hogwarts?" Lucius asked politely.
"Not quiet Mr. Malfoy." Harry said.
"Come now Mr. Potter, as a friend of my son's you must call me Lucius." Lucius said.
"I will call you Lucius, as long as you call me Harry." Harry said and Lucius smirked.
"You have a deal, Harry." Lucius said and Draco gently pulled Harry closer to him, obviously upset that Harry's attention had been on his father far to long for his taste. "What stores do you need to go to?"
"Here, Apothecary to get my potion things, Cauldron Shop to get a cauldron for my potions, Ollivander's to get my wand, and then Eeylops Owl Emporium to get my owl." Harry said, Draco squeezed his hand and felt Draco's magic tug at his, he looked over to Draco and Draco smiled.
"Same as me." Draco said, "Lets go get your books." Draco then gently lead Harry throughout the store with Lucius following behind them, staring at their hands, it would seem that once they got home he would have to remind Draco that Malfoy's did not show emotion in public, nor did they do any public display of affection.
After they got all of Harry's books, and a few others that Harry founds interesting; only because if Draco saw Harry looking at something and said that he thought it was interesting Draco would throw it grab it and throw it on to the pile; they walked to the counter and paid for their books. Draco took both his back and Harry's and walked out of the store. "Draco, I can carry my own bag!" Harry called running after Draco and took his bag. Draco tried to convince Harry to let him hold it for him but Harry refused, saying that he wasn't a girl and he could hold his own bags, so Draco just settled for hold Harry's hand, which was better then holding a bag anyways.
The small group walked to the Apothecary and got their potion ingredients and things for school, like parchments and ink pots. Draco held up two ink pots, one a beautiful silver and another a bright emerald-green, and two diaries the same colors as the ink pots. "These are two way diaries, it means that if I write in this diary," Draco said holding up the green diary, "Then you will see it in yours, and vice-verse." Harry decided to get the silver two way diary and the silver ink pot that Draco said belonged to it, Harry seriously doubted it but got it anyway. He also got a never ending trunk that only opened if you spoke to it in Parseltongue, or the language of snakes as his Master had taught him, though he didn't tell Draco or Lucius that he had bought it.
They then went to the Cauldron shop to get the cauldrons for their potions, Draco and Harry bought everything from pewter to the golden cauldron, nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients, and a collapsible telescopes. After that they went to the wand shop, Ollivander's was a narrow and shabby shop, peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivander: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a purple cushion in the dusty window. Draco had to let go of Harry's hand as they entered.
A tinkling bell rang somewhat in the depth of the shop as they stepped inside. The shop was a tiny place, empty except for a single spindly chair which was cracked. Harry and Draco looked around and Harry noticed an old man kneeling around the counter. "Good afternoon." Harry said to the old man who raised his bushy eyebrows. The old man finally stood up before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Well, I would never, a Potter willing shopping with the Malfoy family." The man said then turned to look at Lucius, "Of course the two families were enemies in your time, right, Mr. Malfoy." It wasn't a question, suddenly the man looked back at Harry, "Mr. Potter, you have your mother's eyes. It seems like only yesterday that she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charms." Ollivander moved closer to Harry, who tried to ignore his silver eyes that were like the Malfoys, yet not at the same time. "Your father on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I could say your father favored it, it's really the wand that chooses the wizard of course." Ollivander had moved so close that he and Harry were now nose to nose, neither of them heard the low growls coming from Draco, but Lucius did. He looked down at Draco with a raised eyebrow and saw his sons eyes were glowing a bright silver in an angry and possessive way.
Ollivander suddenly blinked and moved away from Harry, Draco stopped growling and his eyes stopped glowing, he stepped closer to Harry and grabbed his hand, as if to tell Ollivander that Harry was his. Ollivander looked over to Lucius, "Lucius Malfoy, how nice to see you again with your son, Elm, Dragon heartstring, eleven inches, am I right?"
"Yes, you are correct." Lucius said smoothly. Ollivander nodded then turned his head to look at Harry and Draco.
"Now, Mr. Potter and Mr, Malfoy. Let me see," Ollivander pulled out a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pockets, "Which is your wand arm?:
"I'm right-handed." Harry said.
"Same here." Draco said.
"Mr. Potter, hold out your right arm." Harry let go of Draco's hand and held out his arm, "That's it." Ollivander said then measured Harry from his shoulder to his fingers, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, kneed to armpit, and around his head. "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy. We use unicorn hair, Phoenix tail feathers, Phoenix tears, a couple drops of Phoenix blood, the heartstrings of Dragons, or a few drops of Dragon's blood. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorn, Dragon, or Phoenixes are quiet the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand, unless you are soul mates." He said as he measured. Harry glanced at Draco who smirked and winked at him, Harry blushed before looking to the ground. Just then Ollivander switched the tape measure to Draco. "Hold out your right arm Mr. Malfoy, that's it." the tape measure began to measure Draco as Ollivander flitted around the shelves, taking boxes down and putting boxes back. "That will do." He said and the tape measure crumpled in a heap on the floor. "Right, Mr. Potter you can go first." Ollivander said and held a wand out to Harry, "Beechwood and Dragon heartstring, nine inches, nice and flexible. Take it and give it a wave." Harry took the wand and waved it around a second before Ollivander snatched it out of his hand and handed Harry another wand, "Maple and Phoenix feather, seven inches, quite whippy try-" Before Harry could raise the wand it was taken from him and another replaced it, "No, no, here ebony and unicorn hair, eight an a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
Harry tried, and tried, and tried. He began to think that Ollivander was trying to avoid giving him his wand. Draco had pulled a wand from one of the many piles of Harry's failed wand, Hawthorn 10 inches Phoenix feather soaked in Dragon's blood, good for healing and casting curses, and found that it was his wand. Harry had playfully glared at Draco for being able to find his wand on his first try. Harry noticed that the more wands that Ollivander pulled from the shelves the more he seemed to get unhappy, Harry seemed to have tried every wand except one. "Holly and a Dragon's heartstring, from the same Dragon who's blood soaks Draco's Phoenix feather, soaked in Phoenix blood, from the same Phoenix who's feather now rests in Draco's wand. Eleven inches, good healing and creating spells."
As soon as Harry took a hold of the wand he felt a wave of magic and knew this was his wand. He raised the wand above his head and brought it swishing down, sending a stream of silver and green sparks out of the end of his wand, along with a silver and green Snake, Dragon, and Phoenix. Lucius politely clapped for him and Draco whooped and cried "Finally!"
"Well, well, well, how odd, how very odd indeed." Ollivander said as he packed Draco and Harry's wand back into their rightful boxes. "Odd, odd." he muttered as they paid for them.
"I'm sorry, but what is so odd about my wand?" Harry asked. Ollivander pulled out a wand from underneath his counter and showed it to Harry.
"This wand is destined for your brother to kill He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, yes, thirteen and a half inches, Yew. But your wand is the exact opposite of this wand." Ollivander gasped, Harry had to bite back a smirk, and the Malfoy's eyes widened when they heard that. Harry thanked Ollivander before he grabbed Draco's hand and lead him and his father out of shop and towards Eeylops Owl Emporium to buy their owls.
The last shop was dark and full off rustling and flickering, jewel-bright owls. Ten minutes later Draco, Harry, and Lucius were walking out of the shop, both boys were now carrying and owl each. Harry's owl was raven black and Draco's was dove white, they were asleep with their heads under their wings, the owner had told them that these owls were said to be soul-mates and presents from the gods.
Once all the purchases had been made, the three stood in the ally, Harry was holding Draco's hand and was looking at both Malfoy's with uncertainly. "I suppose I should be getting back to the Leaky Cauldron now." Harry said and Draco growl and tightened his hold on Harry's hand.
"I suppose you should, we wouldn't want your guardian to worry for you." Lucius said and pried Draco's hand away from Harry's.
"You will write to me if your brother does anything to you." Draco demanded.
"I will be fine Draco, we have Professor Snape with us." Harry said.
"Severus Snape is here with you?" Lucius asked.
"He is our guardian." Harry said nodding.
"Then you are in good hands. I want to see you at the Hogwarts Express station to see you and Draco off. I have a feeling that you and Draco will be very, very close friends." Lucius said as he stopped Draco from grabbing Harry's hand receiving a growl and glare from Draco and a giggle from Harry.
"I will see you at the Hogwarts Express station Lucius, and Draco, I will write you a letter as soon as I can."
"You better, and I will reply to it as soon as I get it." Draco said leaning over and kissed Harry on his cheek. "Be safe, I better see you at the Hogwarts Express station."
"You will." Harry said before leaving the ally and returned to his room in the Leaky Cauldron, to find an angry Professor Snape sitting at the small table that was in their room.
"Sit." Professor Snape said, Harry quickly sat his stuff down and went to sit at the table across from Professor Snape. "How did you get into Diagon Ally?"
"Professor Quirrell opened the gateway for me." Harry said.
"Why did you ask him when you knew that I would be down with your brother soon?" Professor Snape asked.
"I didn't ask him, he lead me to the gateway and opened it." Harry said.
"Why?" Professor Snape asked.
"For me to answer that I have to ask to place a privacy bubble around us." Harry said and a second later he felt a bubble of magic surrounding them and knew it was safe to answer the question. "My Master is possessing him."
"Who is your master?" Professor Snape asked, he didn't even seemed phased that someone was possessing Professor Quirrell.
"Lord Voldemort." Harry said and Professor Snape's eyes widened before narrowing in on Harry.
"The Dark Lord is gone." Professor Snape said.
"He is a ghost and has been my mentor since I was 9. He's the one who taught me everything I know, he told me that you would teach me Occlumency and Legilimency." Harry said.
"I see. So after Professor Quirrell let you through the gateway you thought it wise to walk Diagon Ally alone and shop for your school supplies?" Professor Snape asked.
"I was not alone, Draco and Mr. Lucius Malfoy was with me. I meet Draco at Madam Malkin's and he took me to his father." Harry said.
"Alright, now tell me what the meaning of this is." Professor Snape said, his mood seemed to have lightened a lot, he tossed a letter from Gringotts tell him that he was now the key holder for Harry.
"I didn't like the idea that Dumbledore was the key holder for me, so I switched him for you. I know I can trust you because not only has my Master told me I can trust you, but you have proven I can trust you. And and the time I didn't know Lucius Malfoy, but you were my first choice anyway." Harry said and Professor Snape nodded then took down the privacy ward.
"Go eat dinner with your brother." Professor Snape said.
"Yes sir." Harry said then left a smirking Professor Snape alone in the room.