From Phoenix Reborn

By Honest Beauty

Part 2

I can't believe I'm doing this, it's stupid and irresponsible, but I just can't resist. I blame you readers, especially you, MagicBananas! You left that review with all those great suggestions; of course 7 of the 9 reviews I got asked for more, so now I'm finally giving it to you. No promises on anything more or when I'll next update it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters there in. I'm just borrowing them for my own pleasure ^^

Also, my muse has not beta'ed this story, so even though I am posting it, it's not as good as it could be.

Finally Harry ran out of tears and energy, and was just enjoying the foreign but welcome experience of being embraced by his parents. His eyes were gummy and sore and his face was probably all red but he didn't care. His face was on his mother's shoulder (and from the lack of poking, she must have removed his glasses at some point), her arms firmly around him while he was curled up in her lap. Not the most comfortable of positions, he realized as cramps and cricks made themselves known. His father's hands were gripping his shoulders, but James must have noticed the sudden tension in him, for with a gentle clap on them, the older man released him.

Pulling back, everything was fuzzy until his mum placed his folded up glasses into his hand.

"I'd put them back on, but I never seem to get it right." Lily said with a little smile, looking at her husband, who knew from experience that what she said was true.

"Thanks mum." Harry mumbled as the world sprang back into focus. Then he looked at his parents and realized, he had no clue as to what he should do now. His dad must've seen the confusion in his eyes, because the man that looked so much like him shook his head and smiled.

"Don't think too hard about it, Harry. Let's just go inside and have some tea." He suggested. Grateful for it, Harry nodded. Once inside Lily set about making tea, with Harry helping her find things. While they did that, James told their son what he'd been like as a baby, trying to keep the mood light.

Soon the trio was sipping their tea and his parents were raptly listening to what Harry's life had been like up until this point. But when he got to explaining Dobby's first visit, the young wizard blanched.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Lily asked, concerned at his sudden silence.

"The Ministry! They'll expel me from Hogwarts for sure this time!" Harry gasped, gripping his wand reflexively. His parents' eyes widened as they realized the seriousness of the situation. Just then a white shape swooped in through the still open kitchen door, which resolved itself into his owl. "Hedwig!" he exclaimed, then saw that she had a roll of parchment clamped in her beak.

"Who's this?" his mum asked.

"My owl, Hedwig. Hagrid bought her for me for my 11th birthday." He replied absently as he unrolled the parchment and read it. Relief went through him as he read the contents. "It's from Professor Dumbledore. He said that he is at the Ministry and is taking care of everything." The teen looked up with a grin. The grin was echoed back by his parents.

"So, you were telling us about Dobby dropping a cake on someone…?" his dad prompted. Harry nodded and continued his tale.

It was dawn by the time he finished, and the only reason why they were still awake was that Lily had cast a wakefulness charm on the biscuits they were eating along with their tea. Right about then, Petunia woke up and sat up, as did Vernon.

"Ah, revenge!" Harry whispered to himself, rubbing his hands and watching his parents. They were NOT pleased with the way Harry had been treated.

"Hello Tuney." His mother greeted her sister with what was obviously a childhood nickname. Her tone was cold and her wand was sparkling at the tip. James was beside her and his wand was showering scarlet sparks occasionally and there was a ferocious frown on his face. Vernon was pale with fear, but Petunia still seemed dazed.

"H-how can you be here Lily? You and your husband have been dead for 14 years." She asked timidly, clutching her massive husband for support.

"Magic." Lily answered shortly. "I want to have a discussion with you and Vernon concerning your treatment of our son."

"Your abuse of our son, actually." James interjected. The muggle couple paled abruptly. James then held up a hand as everyone heard a squeaking floorboard in the next room. Lily raised her wand as Harry sneaked over to the door and opened it quickly so that his mother would have a clear shot at the person.

Who turned out to be Dudley. Using the same spell Sirius used earlier on Vernon, she made her large nephew walk into the kitchen to join his parents. Dudley whimpered in fear, trying to hide behind his skinny mother and failing miserably. Vernon meanwhile had found his voice.

"Now see here, you two. You two went and got yourselves killed and your son was forced upon us by that Dumblbee guy. We were not expecting nor prepared to shelter and raise your son in addition to our own." The beefy man said, sweat dotting his forehead.

"Bullshit. You two are well enough off to comfortably support and raise three children. There is no justification for your abuse and humiliation of our son!" Hazel eyes glared heatedly at the Dursleys.

"Like how Harry was forced to wear Dudley's cast-offs, how he had to mend his spectacles with tape, and how you allowed him to be used as your son's personal punching bag. Which you are still doing!" she gestured to Harry's baggy clothes and the large bruise on his cheek.

Harry himself was grinning, enjoying how his parents were giving his aunt, uncle, and cousin the third-degree. His parents chewed out the trio out for close to an hour. Finally they wound down.

"We are taking Harry and leaving. And you'd better pray that we never come back to exact vengeance from you." Lily finished. "James, please go help Harry pack. I'm going to keep an eye on these three.

"Yes dear, come on son." The messy haired man gestured to the next room. Harry rose and led his father up to his room, where he and his dad made short work of his stuff.

"The rest of my stuff is in the cupboard under the stairs." Harry said as he made sure he had gotten everything out from underneath the loose floorboard. The two wizards trooped back down the stairs with Harry's belongings. James cast the unlocking charm on the cupboard and together they stuffed everything but Hedwig's cage and the firebolt into his trunk.

James' eyes had lit up when they had seen his son's broomstick. After getting everything out in the hallway James picked up the broom again and was running his hands over it.

"It's the very best broom available. All the international Quidditch teams use them." James whistled lowly and looked up, a questioning and admonishing look on his face. "And no, I didn't buy it for myself. Sirius bought it for me, after the Whooping Willow pulverized my first one." James grinned and nodded as he finally set the broom back down.

"Good, that means Lily won't kill me when I get one of my own." James told his son conspiratorially as they walked back into the kitchen. Harry grinned briefly at his dad's comment before glaring at his aunt, uncle and cousin.

"I wish I could return all the abuse you've heaped upon me all those years. Especially what YOU did to me Dudley." He growled, then paused as a wicked grin suddenly transformed his dad's face.

"I have an idea Harry." The older man flicked his wand at Harry's cousin, forcing him to walk into the backyard. Petunia and Vernon followed anxiously followed by James, Harry and Lily.

"Lily, dear will you please keep them where they are?" James asked, pocketing his wand. Dudley was squarely in the middle of the yard, while his parents watched anxiously off to the side. It appeared that they wanted to comfort the sweating young man, but were too scared of possible consequences of doing so.

"Why? What are you planning to do James?" the redheaded woman asked suspiciously and her husband sighed.

"Sweetie, just trust me okay?" she huffed but waved her wand, immobilizing her sister and her family. James grinned wickedly again at Harry before shifting to his stag form. The magnificent animal regarded Dudley for a moment as the fat boy's jaw sagged from seeing his uncle turn into an animal. A second later, James turned around and Dudley was sailing toward the fence, two hoofprint bruises surely forming on his stomach where James had kicked him.

Lily sighed, Harry whooped and grinned and the stag made a sound remarkably close to a snigger before turning back into a man.

"Okay, now that Dudley has had a taste of his own medicine, let's leave." They returned to the kitchen as Petunia and Vernon rushed to their fallen son's side.

"So where are we going?" Harry asked as he and his father carried his trunk out to the street while his mum followed with his broomstick and Hedwig. It was still dark out, and there wasn't another soul out.

"Well our house is destroyed, we don't have a way of getting back to Hogwarts, I don't know where Remus or Sirius lives…" Lily looked worriedly at James.

"I suppose we could go to the Leaky Cauldron…" he suggested doubtfully.

"Until Albus has sorted out things at the ministry, I have a feeling that if we go to anywhere in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley, it'll cause an uproar." Lily replied as James and Harry nodded. Harry was thinking about how Mrs. Weasley had said that he was welcome at the Burrow anytime. If his parents could just get them over there…

"Hey do you guys have to know where you are going in order to Apparate?" At his mum's nod, he continued. "Well I know of a place that we could probably go, but I don't know if you can get us there."

"Where is this place?" James asked.

"The Burrow." Harry replied and was immensely relieved when Lily's face brightened.

"Molly and Arthur Weasley's place?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"We know the place. The Order met there a time or three." His dad added.

"James!"

"Oops."

"Order? What Order?" Harry's curiosity was piqued. His dad looked sheepish while his mum looked annoyed.

"Never mind, we know where it is and we can get there. We can Side-Along Apparate you, but it'd probably be better if Hedwig flew there. Owls tend to hate side apperating." Lily cautioned. Harry nodded and let his owl out of her cage.

"Meet us at the Burrow ok, Hedwig?" he asked the snowy bird. She clicked her beak softly and hooted an affirmation. He gave her toss to help her get airborne, and she was flying off into the night.

"Okay, I'll hold the trunk, Lils you get the cage and Harry. Harry you hold onto your broom tight and don't let go of your mum's hand." He cast a hovering charm on Harry's heavy trunk and grasped one of the handles firmly.

"We'll go first." Lily said, grasping Harry's hand firmly. "Brace yourself Harry." He saw her start to turn and felt her hand twist under his. Harry redoubled his grip and then he was in total darkness. The blackness pressed upon him with unbearable force, Harry was sure his ribcage was going to be crushed, and his eyes were going to squish into his brain.

Then it was all over, and he was on the lane leading up to the Burrow. A breath later his dad Apparated with a crack.

"Why didn't we show up on the doorstep, or at least the yard?" Harry asked curiously as they started to make their way to the crooked building.

"Because it is an invasion of the person or family's privacy and very rude. The only people that would do something like that are Death Eaters or the like. Not to mention, the Weasley's probably have spells to protect against Apparating, like—" Lily told him

"Hogwarts right? My friend Hermione told me about that." Harry interrupted as he nodded in understanding. Both parents nodded. Suddenly there was another loud crack behind them.

"Stupify!" James cried, sending a jet of red light at the figure. The person dived to the side, but not quickly enough. The beam caught his arm and the person dropped like a stone.

"Lumos." Lily muttered shining the white light onto their victim.

"Remus!" Harry gasped. The former professor was laying on his side, and his wand was on the ground beside him. Harry stooped to pick the bit of wood up, just in case it was an attack.

"Good thinking Harry." James patted him on the back before performing the counter-spell. Remus groaned as he slowly sat up.

"Nice greeting Prongs." He said wryly. Harry noted that he stayed on the ground and had both hands visible.

"We know Wormtail is Voldemort's flunky. He could have told you that nickname." Harry retorted, ignoring the way all three people gasped in reaction to the dark lord's name.

"Well I'd cast my patronus, but Harry has my wand." James looked uncertainly at his wife and son. "People used to think that I had a particularly badly behaved rabbit because of the way you referred to my werewolf problem." Harry cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but James relaxed a bit.

"'Your furry little problem'" James chuckled a bit. "Harry give him back his wand." He instructed. Harry tossed it gently to the man on the ground as Lily and James raised a magical barrier of some sort.

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry, who had been expecting the mist that Lupin normally produced, was caught off-guard by the wolf that appeared. But his parents both relaxed immediately and dropped the shield.

"Sorry about that Moony," James said as they all put their wands away, except for Lily, who still had the light spell active. Lupin waved a hand, dismissing the incident, but then waved them closer.

"This is from Dumbledore. Memorize it but don't say it out loud." The three of them bent down to read the bit of parchment in Remus' hand, and Lily brought her lit wand tip closer.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

Only Remus' command made Harry keep quiet as he concluded that this must be the order that his dad was talking about earlier.

"We need to get there, everyone else is staying there, including the Weasleys." Remus continued.

"How?" Lily asked. "We don't know where it is, so we can Apparate there."

"I take James there, we come back, and then the two of us will Side-Along Apparate the two of you there."

"Will we being Apparating into the house?"

"No, we will have to do it outside on the sidewalk, which is why Sirius couldn't come."

"Is it safe enough to do that? I mean there are a lot of muggles in London" Lily asked, biting her lip in concern.

"Wait a minute, I've got an idea." Harry said going over to wear his trunk had fallen earlier. Quickly he opened it and fished out the invisibility cloak.

"Oho, perfect!" James exclaimed, taking the proffered item. He slung it over himself and Remus quickly.

"Both of you crouch more; I can see your feet." Lily said critically. A second later the feet were gone, and a breath later, a crack announced that they were gone. While they waited for the two men to return, Lily found that she could not take her eyes off of her son.

"Erm, Mum?" Harry had noticed her staring and felt a little uncomfortable. He always hated it when people stared at him, although she wasn't staring at his scar thank god.

"Sorry dear." Lily blushed and looked away. "It's just I haven't seen you since you a baby, and I never got to see you growing up…" a tear escaped her vivid green eyes as she thought about all the time she had lost, how long Harry had to do without his parents. Harry suddenly felt terrible, making his mother cry.

"Don't cry Mum, please." He said, hugging her awkwardly. The awkwardness melted away a second later when she returned the embrace fervently. "We can make up for lost time." Harry continued, pulling back to look into eyes exactly like his. It was actually a little disconcerting, seeing the eyes that he normally saw in a mirror staring back at him from a woman's face.

A crack announced James and Remus' return. The cloak came down to reveal the two men's heads.

"Here, Harry, let me send your stuff to the place." Remus said and a second later all of Harry's belongings vanished.

"What about Hedwig, she thinks we are coming here." Harry worried.

"Don't worry, she'll find us, owls always know where their owners are." Lily said soothingly.

"Now get under here, both of you. It'll be a tight fit, but it will work." James smiled tightly. "After all, it can and has covered all four marauders." James was still very upset about Peter betraying him. Remus directed Harry to hold onto his arm, while his mum held onto his dad.

"On three. One, two, three!" James said and Harry once again felt like he was being squeezed through a tight tube. They landed on the sidewalk outside a row of grimy, run down houses, music thumping loudly from one of them. Harry looked at the numbers and saw that there was only a number 11 and 13. The sky around them had lightened, heralding dawn.

"Where is—?" Lupin shushed Harry's question.

"Think about what you just memorized." He whispered. Harry did so and was amazed to see another house appear in front of him, bearing the number 12.

"Quickly, now." Remus ushered them up the path. Reaching the door, which had a serpent shaped knocker. He tapped the door once with his wand, and Harry heard a series of muffled clicks, like locks being unlocked. A moment later, the door swung inwards and Sirius' grinning face greeted them as his eyes stared unseeingly at them.

"Come on, get in!" he whispered, stepping aside. They did so and pulled of the cloak as Harry's godfather shut the door, which locked itself quickly. In the dim entryway, Harry saw his trunk and things, and heard several voices in the next room, one of which sounded suspiciously like Mrs. Weasley.

"They're expecting us right?" Lily asked as James stuffed his cloak in his pocket. Sirius grinned mischievously as Remus smiled.

"No, we thought we'd…surprise them." James grinned hugely and snickered. Harry struggled not to laugh and Lily sighed, but her lips were curved.

"Well, are we going to stand here all night or what?" James asked eagerly.

"After you Harry." Sirius waved his godson forward. The teenage wizard stepped towards the next room, as his parents fell in behind him, and Remus and Sirius followed them.

Harry took a deep breath as he pushed open the door. He entered a large kitchen, where a large number of people sat at a trestle table. Harry saw that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley was there, as well as Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the twins. They appeared to be eating a very early breakfast.

"Mum, why did we have to get up so early?" Ron asked, yawning mightily.

"Sirius said he wanted to get a head start on the cleaning and wanted all of your help." Mrs. Weasley replied as she tended to something on the stove. All five people had entered the kitchen by now.

"When is Harry supposed to come here?" Hermione asked from behind a textbook.

"Next week I think." Mr. Weasley said from behind the paper. The twins were leaning against each other seemingly asleep, while Ron and Ginny struggled to keep their eyes opened.

"Actually, I'm here now." He said, grinning, waiting eagerly for their reaction.

"Harry!" the seven people turned their head towards him, several of them calling his name. every single one of them froze, their eyes bulging in shock.

"Merlin's beard!" Mr. Weasley whispered into the stunned silence as Harry, Sirius, and Remus beamed, and his parents waved.

Bea here! I'm not dead. Although I don't expect to be updating very regularly. My classes start tomorrow, it's my final year, yayness! I edited the story a bit, fixing some of the facts I got wrong when I first started it. As always please read and review to let me know what you think, thank you!