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 12-
When Harry and Draco got back to the Snake Pit, Daphne handed Harry a letter. "It was sitting here on the table and had your name on it." She explained at his confused look.
"Really?" Harry asked then turned it over and saw his name written on the envelope, he opened it and saw that it was from his Master.
'It is time to tell your little group who I am. Severus and I will be there tonight around midnight.' Was all that was on the letter.
"Do any of you feel like staying up until a little past midnight tonight?" Harry said throwing the letter into the fire.
"Why?" Blaise asked.
"Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell are coming here around midnight." Harry said.
"Why?" Neville asked.
"Professor Quirrell wishes to tell you something about himself." Harry said, "Now let us finish our homework and study some before they get here." Hours later the group was startled out of their study bubble when Professor Quirrell walked into the Common Room followed by Professor Snape. When they got to the group Professor Snape pulled out a parchment and sat it on the table where everyone could see it.
"Before we begin, all of you must sign this parchment, this will keep you from telling this secret, even when under Veritaserum. If you do not wish to sign it, then you must leave now and go to your dorms." Professor Snape snapped, Harry and Draco quickly signed the parchment followed by Daphne and Blaise. Neville looked to be debating rather to sign or not as Daphne gave Millicent a look before she too signed the parchment. Everyone was now watching Neville to see what he would do, he sighed before finally signing to parchment.
"Good, we can proceed now. Harry, and Severus already know what I am about to inform you all." Professor Quirrell said and everyone but Harry and Professor Snape looked shock at hearing the Professor not stutter. "I am not Professor Quirrell, I am Lord Voldemort, technically I am dead but at the same time I am not, I have possessed Quirrell. Harry, here, is my apprentice and has been since he was 9. When I rise again Harry will take on the name Phoenix." A minute after the words left his mouth everyone heard three thumps and turned to see that Neville, Blaise, and Millicent had fainted and were now on the cold stone floor.
"Wimps." Draco said causing Harry and Daphne to giggle.
"Should we move them or something?" Daphne asked.
"Nah, let them lay there, it's their punishment for being wimps." Harry said still giggling. Once he had calmed down he turned to look at Professor Snape, "Did Filch catch Andrew and his pet out of bed?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Andrew and Weasely were caught in the third floor corridor were the-" Professor Snape stopped himself.
"Where the Sorcerer's Stone is?" Harry asked and Professor Snape quickly glanced at Professor Quirrell who gave him a slight nod.
"Yes, where the Stone is being hidden. It seems that Dumbledore has only given them a warning with five points deducted from each of them." Professor Snape said.
"What?!" Harry cried out pissed, he didn't know why he was so pissed, sure he should be angry that they were not punished more not pissed enough to want to kill Dumbledore. "How dare that fucker just give them a fucking pat on the back. I will kill him!" Harry growled out, his eyes turning from bright, innocent emerald-green to a cold and hard light moss-green, his magic cracked around him, surrounding him like a flame, waking those who had fainted. Everyone but Draco backed away, afraid of what Harry's magic would do now that it seemed to be out of control. Draco walked up to him before Professor Snape could stop him and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.
"My Precious Phoenix, please calm down. I know that you are hurt and angry, but I promise you that they all will get what they deserve, even if I have to be the one to make sure it happens, it will happen my Precious Phoenix." Draco said his eyes a bright Silver.
"Now and forever, my Dragon." Harry muttered before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed, leaning against Draco.
"That is right, My Precious Phoenix." Draco muttered picking Harry up bridal style before calmly walking over to their chair, his eyes were back to their normal gray-blue. Everyone stood shocked at what just happened, and slowly made their way over to Draco and Harry.
"What just happened?" Neville asked.
"It looked like Harry lost control of his magic and Draco was able to calm him down enough so that he could get it back under control." Professor Snape said.
"But what made Phoenix loose control? I have never seen him loose control like that." Professor Quirrell asked. "We will continue once Harry wakes up again. In the mean time, let us sit and relax."
Ten minutes later Harry began to stir before he slowly opened his eyes. "What happened?" Harry asked, "Why do I feel so drained?"
"You lost control of your magic." Daphne asked.
"I did?" Harry asked.
"Yes, and the Young Malfoy was able to calm you down enough so that you were able to get control again." Professor Quirrell said, "It reminded me of a Prophecy I heard when I was younger, at the time I didn't know what it meant, but I think I do know."
"What was the Prophecy Master?" Harry asked.
"From the ashes of a Dark Lord
A Dark Phoenix will be born,
To take the throne of a Snake long dead.
A Dragon of Silver Ice will sit
By a Throne made for four,
Protecting all that he sees as his."
"And you think this Prophecy is about Harry and Draco?" Neville asked.
"It might not, but Harry will be known as Phoenix and will is on the Dark side, so he will be a Dark Phoenix. And Draco's name means Dragon." Professor Quirrell said.
"True, but what does it mean 'From the ashes of a Dark Lord a Dark Phoenix will be born'?" Blaise asked.
"After I tried to kill Harry and Andrew the house caught fire burning my body." Quirrell said.
"What about 'To take the throne of a Snake long dead.' You've only been dead for eleven years, that's not very long." Draco said.
"Plus, you said that you weren't technically dead." Millicent said.
"And the 'Throne made for Four?'" Daphne asked.
"I don't know." Professor Quirrell said, "Look, for all we know this Prophecy might not even be about Harry and Draco, this prophecy has been around since the Founders were alive."
"It was told to Slytherin right after his only son died." Harry muttered, almost as if he was in a trance, but no one really heard him.
"Did you say something Phoenix?" Professor Quirrell asked and Harry looked at him confused.
"I didn't say anything." Harry said.
"As interesting as this is, it is nearly one and you have class tomorrow. We will discuss this more on Saturday." Professor Snape said standing up.
"Yes, it is time for all of you to go to bed." Professor Quirrell said also standing up.
"Thank Merlin that tomorrow is Friday." Blaise said and everyone stood up, Draco made sure to keep an arm around Harry, just in case Harry collapsed again.
"Good night Professor Snape, Master." Harry said with a bow.
"Good night Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell." Everyone else said before they went up stairs to sleep.
As soon as Harry's head hit the pillow he was pulled into a strange dream. He was bundled up in a thick winter cloak, and was trekking up a mountain in what seemed to be a blizzard. He grunted in annoyance as the wind blew against him harder and made him slide backwards a few feet before he stabbed one of his katanas into the ground and held on until the wind slowed down just enough for him to know that he would not be blown off the mountain.
He pulled the katana out of the ground and continued, he wrapped the cloak around him more, but it did nothing to stop the cold. His hands and feet were freezing, his ears were hurting because of the cold, and he could barely feel his cheeks. But he could not stop, he had to get to the top of the mountain, the only one who could help him was in the cave at the very top.
Finally after what seemed like days, he made it into a dark cave that was covered in ice, and even though everything was made out of ice, it was still a lot warmer than out in the blizzard. He rubbed his arms to try to warm up as he walked deeper in to the cave looking for the one who could help him. After about twenty minutes of searching he came to a small dark cavern and found himself looking into glass like ice, but instead of his reflection he was looking into the bright, silver eyes of a Ice Dragon.
'You have wandered far from your home Little Phoenix' The Dragon said in his mind.
"I came to find you, Lord of the Ice." Harry said.
'And why have you risk death to find me, Little Phoenix?' The Dragon asked
"You are the only one who can help me." Harry said, suddenly the reflection changed so that he was looking at a man that looked to be in his late 30's with long long raven black hair and moss green eyes. He was wearing white fighting robe out-line in dark blue, his hands were wrapped in white bandages. It took him only a second for him to realize that he was staring at his dream self. A noise sounded be hind him and he turned to see himself looking at a man that looked to be in his late 30's with long silver hair and bright silver eyes, he didn't seem to be wearing anything. The man walked up to him but stopped five feet from him with a disgusted look.
"You smell of a Shadow Dragon." The man growled.
"I had given myself to one, I thought that I was his most Precious Treasure, but it turned out that I was only a worthless trinket in his eyes." Harry said his eyes tearing up. The man growled before Harry found himself in the man's arms.
"That Dragon is a fool, I have wanted you as my most Precious Treasure, ever since the wind sang of your birth." The man said. "And I will protect you with my life, if you will let me." The man pulled away to look deep into Harry's eyes "Will you allow me to be your Dragon and guard you from all that wish to steal you away from me?" Harry gave a small chuckle.
"I have never heard of a Dragon asking to be a Dragon to a treasure." Harry said, "You may be my Dragon, but just know that I can not give you my heart to guard just yet, it is still in the possession of the Shadow Dragon."
"Then I will just steal it from him. For you, Little Phoenix, are my most Precious Treasure, you are my Precious Phoenix." The Dragon said, "I will be your Dragon for now and forever, remember that my Precious Phoenix. Even if I die, when my soul is reborn I will find you and I will be forever with you. Protecting you, Loving you." The Dragon said then leaned down to kiss him, right before their lips touched the scene changed and Harry was floating in the air, almost like a ghost, and the Ice Dragon was fighting a man in his late 20's with long black hair and onyx black eyes. The Ice Dragon was bleeding from three very deep cuts, but so was the man.
"You have failed as a Dragon," The man said and the Ice Dragon growled at him, "You have let your most Precious Treasure not only get stolen from you, but also get killed."
"He was not stolen, and he is not dead, I still feel his soul." The Ice Dragon said before he collapsed onto the ground.
"This is the end for you, Lord of the Ice." The man said and turned to walk away but fell to the ground, dead, when a lance made of Ice hit him in the heart from the back.
"If I die, so will you." The Ice Dragon said before he closed his eyes for the last time. Harry's eyes shot open, he was sweating, shaking, and panting. When he was able to focus his eyes and mind he saw the ghostly figure of a man with shoulder length hair, dull ghost gray eyes, and a long elegant cloak. The ghost gave him a sad, longing look before he rested a cool hand on his hot forehead.
"Once again it is not time for you to wake yet, go back to your rest my son. When the time is right you will awaken and take your rightful place in this world." After the ghost spoke those words Harry's eyes drifted closed and he fell into a dreamless sleep.
~The Journey of a Dark Phoenix~
The next morning Harry saw Andrew and Ron were sneering at them from the Gryffindor table, Harry innocently smiled and waved at them when the owls suddenly flew into the Great Hall like they always did in the morning. Everyone's attention was caught by the two long, thin packages carried by twelve screeching owls, six on each packages. Harry and Draco began smirking at everyone when the twelve screeching owls came over to them and dropped the two packages in front of them, knocking their breakfast plats to the floor. For one second Harry saw Draco look annoyed at the owls before his smirk came back when another owl dropped a letter on top of the packages. Harry decided to open the letter while Draco moved to open the package in front of him. After opening the letter he quickly stopped Draco from opening the package and showed him the letter which read:
'DO NOT OPEN THE PACKAGES AT THE TABLE!
It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everyone to know that you are the Seeker and Chaser. Marcus Flint will meet you on the Quidditch field at 7 o'clock for your first training session.
-Professor Snape'
Harry and Draco had difficulty hiding their excitement as they handed the note to Blaise to read before he passed it through out the rest of their group. "A Nimbus Two Thousand! Whoa! Andrew and his pet Weasel and everyone of those Gryffindor will be so jealous of you." Blaise said smirking over at the Gryffindor table making Andrew and Ron glare at them suspiciously.
Harry and his group quickly got up and left the Great Hall wanting to put the broomsticks in their room in private before their first class started. But halfway across the Entrance Hall they found the way blocked by Andrew and his pet Weasel, Andrew seized the package from Harry and felt it. "That's a broomstick, you will be in for it this time boy, first years aren't allowed to have them here." Andrew said throwing the broom back to Harry with mixture of jealousy and spite on his face.
"It's not just any old broomstick, it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got home, Weasel , Comet Two Sixty?" Draco said smirking then leaned over to stage whisper in Harry's ear, "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus." Harry wanted to say something mocking to Ron, but he bit his lip as he felt Professor Flitwick coming their way.
"What would you know about this Weasel, you couldn't afford half of the handle, I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig." Blaise said smirking. Before anyone could say anything Professor Flitwick appeared at Harry's elbow.
"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" He squeaked.
"Harry and Malfoy have been sent broomsticks, Professor." Andrew said quickly hoping to get them in trouble, like they had gotten them in trouble.
"Yes, that's right." Professor Flitwick said turning to look at Harry and Draco while Andrew and Ron smirked at them, "Professor Snape told me all about the special circumstances Harry, Draco. What model are they?" Andrew and Ron looked at Professor Flitwick in shock.
"They're Nimbus Two Thousand, sir." Harry said fighting not to laugh at the looks on Andrew and Ron's face. "And it's really thanks to Neville here that we have them. If you'll excuse us Professor, we wish to put our new brooms up before our classes start."
"Ah, yes, sorry to have kept you." Professor Flitwick said and Harry and his little group went down the stairs towards the Snake Pit, they were all smothering their laughter at Andrew and Ron's obvious rage and confusion.
"Well, it's true," Neville said snickering as they reached the door to the Snake Pit, "If I hadn't of taken one for the team and had stayed on the ground you guys wouldn't be on the team." They all burst into laughter at that.
~The Journey of a Dark Phoenix~
Harry and Draco had a lot of trouble keeping their mind on their lessons that day. Their minds kept wondering up to the dormitory where their new brooms were laying in their trunks, or straying off to the Quidditch field where their training will be that night. Harry and Draco devoured their dinner that evening without noticing or caring what they were eating before they hurried upstairs. They both quickly unwrapped their brooms and took a good look at them for the first time.
"Wow." Harry sighed as the broom rolled onto his comforter. It looked wonderful, sleek and shiny with a mahogany handle. The broom had a long neat, straight twigs and 'Nimbus 2000' written in gold letters near the top.
As seven o'clock drew nearer, Harry and Draco left the castle and set off in the dusk toward the Quidditch field. Harry had never been inside of one before, hundreds of seats were raised around the field so that the spectators were high enough to see what was going on. At either end of the field were three golden poles with hoops on the end, they reminded Harry of the little plastic stick the Muggle children blew bubbles through, except these were fifty feet high.
Too eager to fly again to wait for Marcus to arrive, Harry and Draco mounted their brooms and kicked off the ground. What a feeling to fly in the dark, they swooped in and out of the goal posts and sped up and down the field. The Nimbus Two Thousand turned where ever they wanted at their lightest touch.
"Oi, Potter, Malfoy, get down here!" Marcus yelled alerting them that he had finally arrived, and with him he had brought a large wooden create. Harry and Draco quickly landed in front of him before demounting their brooms. "Very nice, I can see what Professor Snape meant, you both are naturals." Harry and Draco smirked to each other, "Alright, tonight we are just going to go over the rules and then starting next week you will be joining the team practices three times a week." He opened the create and showed them three balls, two of them were being held down. "Right Quidditch is easy to understand, even if it isn't too easy to play. There are seven players on each side, three of them are Chasers, you will be one of these three Malfoy, I am also a chaser."
"Three Chasers." Harry and Draco repeated as Marcus took out the biggest ball which was in between the two balls that were being held down, this ball was a bright red and was the size of a soccer ball.
"This is a Quaffle, the Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try to get it through of those three hoops," Marcus said pointing to the golden hoops, "It is ten points each time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Following me?"
"The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score 10 points." Harry and Draco recited.
"Now there is some one guarding the hoops, this person is called the Keeper, their job is to stop the ball from going through the hoops."
"Three Chasers, one Keeper. The Chasers try to throw the Quaffle into the hoops, the Keeper tries to catch the ball before it goes in." Harry and Draco said with a nod.
"Next are the Beaters, there are two of them. And they keep the Bludgers from hitting their teammates while also trying to hit the other team with the Bludgers. Here, take these, lets see how well you are as Beaters." Marcus said handing them each a small club, a bit like a shortened baseball bat, he then unleashed one of the balls that were being held down. It shot up into the air before shooting towards Harry's face, to keep from getting a bloody nose Harry swung the club and whacked the Bludger. It zig-zagged away from them and zoomed around their heads before it shot towards Draco's face, he swung the club and hit it away from him and Harry, towards Marcus who easily caught it and put it back. "There are two Bludgers." He said pointing to the other ball that was being held down. "Still following me?"
"Yes sir." Harry and Draco said.
"Good, now for the last member of the team, the Seeker, that will be you Potter." Marcus said as he reached into the create and opened the Hogwarts crest that was on the inside of the lid and pulled something out of it. "Now the Seeker flies around the field looking for this," He opened his hand to show a golf ball sized golden ball, "This is called the Golden Snitch and it is the most important ball of all. It is very hard to catch because it is wicked fast and hard to see. It is the Seekers job to catch it, you must weave in and out of the Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers, and Quaffle to get to it before the other team's Seeker. The Snitch is worth an extra 150 points so the team to catch the snitch first usually always wins, and the game can only end when the Snitch is caught. Let us see how good of a Seeker you actually are." Marcus said and activated to Snitch and Harry was amazed to see little golden wings unfold from around the ball as it flew up and zoomed around them, Harry didn't know why everyone thought the Snitch was so hard to spot, he was able to keep it in his eyes sight. Marcus was shocked to see Harry's eyes turn moss-green and his pupils became slits as Harry looked around the field, most likely watching the Snitch. "Go catch it Potter." With out a word Harry jumped onto his broom and quickly caught the Snitch in under a minute.
"Merlin Harry, that has got to be a new record." Draco breathed out as Harry handed Marcus the Snitch, his eyes back to normal
"Your turn Malfoy." Marcus said then released the Snitch, Draco quickly mounted his broom and began to search for the Snitch. Five minutes later Draco caught it and gave it back to Marcus, "Impressive. I believe I will have you as our reserve Seeker, so if Harry is sick or can not play for some reason you will take his place, but until then you will be are Chaser." Marcus said putting the Snitch back and closing the create, "Neither of you better get sick." Marcus warned them, before sending them back to their dorm, "If I want that Quidditch cup, I better keep that Harry is not fully human to myself." He muttered as he put the create back before also going to his dorm.