Chapter Three: Mia.
"He-Hello Harry! How are you today?" Fudge asked nervously.
"Fudge, why the hell did you put a six year old into bloody Azkaban? I want her out!" Harry hissed.
"B-but Potter, I can't. She's guilty." Fudge stuttered.
"What?" Harry asked, his voice dangerously low, his aura just faint around him. "What is she guilty of? Befriending me? Hmmm. Or being a magical creature?"
"Now see here. I'm the Minister of Magic. You can't tell me what to do. Christenson is a dangerous and powerful creature. We need to keep it contained, we need to keep it in check." Fudge replied, his face turning red.
"It? IT? SHE is a living breathing person. You put a SIX YEAR OLD in prison because she MIGHT be more powerful then you? How the bloody hell could you think that? She was six. bloody. years. old." Harry screamed, his finger poking fudge in the chest with each word.
"Potter, if you don't desist immediately I will have you thrown out of this Ministry. In fact, AURORS! Escort Mr. Potter out of this building now. He is no longer welcome here." Fudge ordered, puffing his chest out like he was important.
Harry's face turned bright red, then instantly faded to a white color. "Mark my words Fudge, if she is hurt or damaged in anyway, I will be back." He replied, his tone low, and bone-chillingly cold.
Fudge gulped and then yelled for the aurors again. Harry smirked and evil smirk, and disappeared in a wall of flames.
Hold on Mia, I'm coming for you!
(A/N: all his powers will be explained in later chapters)
(Ron - Zephyr ; Luna - Gaia ; Blaise - Erebos ; Ginny - Thea; Draco - Boreas ;
Hermione - Tethys ; Harry - Phoenix)
"Bloody Hell!" Ron Weasley yelled a burst of fire came up right in front of him. "What the bloody hell is the matter with you mate? You almost singed my eyebrows off!" Ron took a look at Harry's face, and instantly his face went in to serious command face. "I'll call a meeting now." He pushed his sleeve up and pressed a charm on his bracelet, which glowed red and then settled down again. Instantly the room sealed shut, and then flashes of color filled the Air.
A swirl of water appeared in the corner of the room, Hermione emerging from the center. Next to her ice appeared, with Draco. Next to the sink, a burst of earth showed Luna, covered in flowers. Blaise showed up through the shadow next to the door and Ginny burst from the light that blinded everyone in the room.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked as she took a seat at the table.
"I've found out that the ministry and the adults in my life have hidden a secret from me. A secret I'm not happy about. Ten years ago, my best friend in the entire world was kidnapped right before my eyes by our very own ministry. I was told that they took her because she was dangerous. But that's not the case." Harry replied, pacing in front of his seat at the head of the table.
"What can we do Phoenix?" Blaise asked Harry, his arm around Ginny's shoulders.
Harry sighed. "We need to get in contact with her people. Mia was the last princess of the High Elves. If we can find their government, maybe they can help us rescue her."
"Well we all know a veela, Zephyr, can you contact Bill and ask him to ask Fleur anything? Maybe different societies will know?" Draco asked.
"Sure Boreas, you get in contact with your relatives. They are full blood they must know something." Ron replied, already composing a letter. "Thea, we need you to write a letter to Charlie, maybe there are some Vamps up in Romania that can help." Ginny nodded and started writing.
Harry looked at Hermione. "Tethys, I need to you research what you know of the High Elves, have Gaia help you. We need some help."
Everyone nodded. "Phoenix, what are you going to do?" Ron asked?
"I'm going to talk to some old friends." Harry replied ominously. "Report back to me when you find something, and no one must know about this. This is a Code Black. I repeat, code black."
Everyone flashed out, intent on helping their leader.
Harry appeared in an old run down part of London, a flickering sign for a hotel down the road, and a rickety old bar in front of him. He pulled his hood up and stalked inside.
There weren't very many people in the bar, old drunks and smelly homeless people, but one man at the end of the bar caught Harry's attention. He smirked and made his way over.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in, how you doing Old man?" He asked, taking a seat next to the man.
"Hello, Phoenix. What do I owe this visit for?"
"Well, I recently discovered something that was taken from me, and I'd really like to get it back. You know anything Cletus?" Harry drawled, picking up the glass of scotch and downing it.
"What's in it for me?" Cletus asked, sipping his glass of whiskey.
Harry smirked. "Well for one, I won't kill you." The old man let out a wheezing laugh.
"Alright Kid, I heard that the people you are looking for dwell in the place you would least expect. That's all I know. Just follow the trail, and you will find them in the place you least expect."
Harry nodded and handed a pouch to the man. "Hopefully this compensates for you. Thank you Vadim. You don't know how much I needed this information." The old man just waved Harry away, pocketing the pouch. Harry nodded and left.
Well, I guess it's time I alert the council. Cletus thought as he walked into the back alley behind the bar. Looks like things are about to get more interesting now that Potter has found out about the white rose. The old man just laughed, and then dumped the contents of the pouch in his hand.
His laughter could be heard miles away, scaring many at how sinister and dark it was. In his hand was a vile of blood. From the most powerful man on earth.
Looks like Potter knows more then he lets on.
Vadim, or as he was called in these sorts, Cletus smiled, his fangs pushing out of his mouth, as he lifted the talisman out of his cloak, marked with the royal symbol for the Lanov Clan.