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Chapter Seven

'Phoenix Rising'

Harry blinked.

"Where am I?"

Pushing himself to his feet Harry looked around him, the place looked familiar, but he couldn't place it, a rustic looking cottage furnished in red and gold.

"Home."

Spinning around, the air froze in Harry's lungs as he came face-to-face with his mother.

"I'm so proud of you," smiled Lily, pulling Harry into a comforting hug, "I missed you, so much."

"I missed you too," choked Harry, barely aware of the tears streaming down his face.

"My brave boy," spoke Lily as she broke away from her son, wiping his tears away.

"Where are we?" questioned Harry, looking around.

"Godric's Hollow," answered Lily, "Home."

"How?" muttered Harry, "I'm dead, aren't I?"

"No, this is Limbo," replied Lily, "A world between live and dead, it takes the form of the place you feel safest."

"I don't even remember this place," uttered Harry, trying to memorise every detail, "But I have to be dead, Malfoy hit me with a Killing Curse."

"He did, but you're not dead," spoke Lily, "That night, when Voldemort attacked, a piece of his soul latched on to you, accidentally of course."

Harry's face twisted, "There's a bit of Voldemort inside me?"

"There was, it died when Malfoy hit you with that curse," explained Lily, taking Harry's hand, "You have to go back."

"But what if I want to stay?" asked Harry, "Here, with you."

"Oh, Harry, I wish you could," smiled Lily, wiping away tears, "But you can't."

Harry looked at her with pleading eyes, "Tell me why."

"I can't," spoke Lily, reaching out to touch Harry's face, "But I can show you."

Harry suddenly reeled back, image after image flying in front of his eyes.

Opening his eyes, Harry quickly realised his surroundings had completely changed.

"Where am I?" muttered Harry, frowning as he watched Lucius Malfoy sweep into the room, holding something in his hands.

"Malfoy Manor, Lucius' office to be more precise," answered Lily as she appeared from nowhere, next to Harry, "May 30th, 2009."

"But that's the day after I fought the Basilisk, how?" questioned Harry.

"We're not really in the past," explained Lily, taking Harry's hand, "This is just a memory, a vision of the past."

"Why show me this?" queried Harry, frowning.

"Just watch," urged Lily, nodding towards Lucius.

Harry nodded and turned towards where Lucius had sat his desk, placing the object in his hand down, revealing it to be Riddle's diary.

"Damned thing!" spat Lucius, glaring down at the diary, "You nearly cost me everything, my son included!"

Whipping his wand out of his cane and taking aim, releasing a stream of flames, engulfing the diary.

"Impossible," murmured Lucius, watching as the flames died away to reveal the diary unchanged, the hole still pierced in the center.

"You cannot destroy me," hissed a voice, making chills run down Harry's spine.

"No," growled Lucius, "Potter destroyed you!"

"Do you really think I'm that weak, Lucius?" spoke the voice, "That I child could defeat me, Lord Voldemort?"

"This is so not good," muttered Harry as he continued to watch.

"It is time you served me once more," stated Voldemort as a ghostly figure rose out of the diary.

"No!" exclaimed Lucius, raising his wand, "I won't let you control me again."

"You don't have the choice!"

With an unearthly scream, the spectre of Voldemort dived forward, entering Lucius' body before he could even react.

"Hm, this body will do," smirked Lucius, "For now."

With a flash of colour Harry found himself back at the cottage, his mother sat in front of him.

"I understand now," spoke Harry, "I have to go back."

"I wish it didn't have to be this way," smiled Lily sadly, hugging Harry tightly, "Do me proud, and keep being the amazing person you are."

"I will," replied Harry, breaking the embrace, "Tell Dad I love him too."

"I will," nodded Lily, echoing Harry's words, "One last thing, Sirius is innocent, Peter was the secret-keeper."

Harry frowned, he had no clue who Sirius or Peter were, but he nodded.

"This way," spoke Lily, gesturing behind her as the front door opened, revealing stark white behind it.

"Goodbye, mum," smiled Harry, stepping forward and taking one last look at Lily.

Lily nodded, "Goodbye, Harry."

Turning away, Harry stepped forward, into the white light.

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"NO!" yelled Hermione, tears running down her face as she stared at the still form of her friend.

"The Boy-Who-Lived, is dead!" cheered Lucius, breaking down into a fit of laughter.

"He can't be gone, he can't!" cried Hermione as Ron held her.

Draco fist tightened, "You bastard!"

Charging at his father again, Draco was flung backwards once more, crashing to ground beside Ron and Hermione, Lucius' wand flying out of his hand.

Feeling a sharp pain in his hand, Draco looked down to see he'd landed on the Chrono Enhancer, shattering the time-turner inside, the sand pouring onto his fingers.

Draco's eyes widened with shock as the sand slowly sunk into his hand, making the skin glow slightly gold for a few seconds before it faded.

"Now, you children bore me," sneered Lucius, recovering himself, "Who to start with first? The mudblood or the blood traitor?"

A sudden yell grasped the attention of Lucius, turning to see the arc reactor in Tony's chest glow brighter as he and Yinsen both broke free of the spell holding them in place.

Charging forward, Tony tackled Lucius to the ground, striking him again and again with his fists.

"Bombarda!"

Tony was flung backwards, landing close to Draco

"Enough!" yelled Lucius, starting to lose his cool, "This ends now!"

Whirling to face his own son, Lucius raised Harry's wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" spat Lucius, his face morphing into a look of confusion as the wand in his hand stayed dormant, "Avada Kedavra!"

"I'd like my wand back now."

Spinning to face the source of the voice, Lucius paled in horror, "That's impossible!"

"Surprised? I know I am," grinned Harry, his eyes dancing with mischievous energy.

"Harry!" exclaimed Ron and Hermione, grinning, while Draco sighed with relief.

Lucius once again raised Harry's wand, but soon realised it was gone.

"Looking for this?" grinned Harry, waving his wand, clutched in the hand without his gauntlet.

Glancing behind him, Lucius wandlessly summoned his own wand from where it lay on the ground.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Raising his arm with the gauntlet, Harry summoned shield of rock, which exploded on contact with the Killing Curse, stopping it completely.

"My turn," spoke Harry, his eyes suddenly changing colour from emerald to a mixture of red and yellow as a ball of fire appeared in the palm of his gauntlet.

Flinging the ball of fire at Lucius to distract him, Harry charged forward, delivering a solid kick to outside of Lucius' knee. Aiming his hand at Lucius, Harry released some of his magic on Lucius, the force of it near pinning him to the ground.

"Potter!" growled Lucius as he struggled to push himself back to his feet.

"What's wrong, Riddle?" smirked Harry, "Can't find a leg to stand on?"

"Don't call me that!" yelled Lucius, failing to clamber to his feet.

"Riddle?" murmured Ron, looking confused, "Isn't that what You-Know-Who's real name was?"

"Yep," replied Harry, kicking Lucius' wand away.

"As in Tom Riddle?" queried Draco, "Slytherin, Head Boy, half-blood son of a squib and a muggle? I remember my father telling me about him."

"Absolutely," nodded Harry, watching as Lucius finally clambered to his feet.

"I will end you Potter!" snarled Lucius.

"Because that has worked out for you so well so far," retorted Harry, aiming the palm of his gauntlet at Lucius, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Before Lucius could react, he quickly rose into the air, unable to anything more than flail aimlessly.

"Night night," smiled Harry, flicking his wrist, causing Lucius to fly backwards, slamming into the wall, slumping to the floor, unconscious.

Harry suddenly gasped, collapsing to his knees as his eyes slowly returned to their normal emerald colour.

"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, enveloping Harry in a tight hug.

"R-Ribs," grunted Harry, sighing with relief as Hermione let go.

"I'm so sorry," apologised Hermione.

"It's fine," grunted Harry, "I didn't realise they hurt so much until now."

"Hold still," urged Hermione, pulling up Harry's t-shirt, drawing her wand and aiming at the bruises covering Harry's ribs.

"Don't, I'll be healed soon," responded Harry, giving a little sigh of relief and letting go of his chest, standing and stretching, the bruising fading away.

"How?" questioned Hermione, unable to process Harry's sudden recovery.

"Cool," muttered Ron, grinning, "The phoenix tears, right?"

"Yep," replied Harry with a nod and a smile, "Man, am I glad to see you guys."

"But, that's not possible," stated Hermione, before sighing, "Then again when have you been known to stick the rules."

"Too right," grinned Harry.

"You had me scared there for a minute, kid," spoke Tony as he and Yinsen joined the other four.

"Sure thing, old man," retorted Harry, both he and Tony smiling, while Yinsen looked a little more sombre.

"Wow, you're Tony Stark!" exclaimed Hermione.

"In the flesh," replied Tony.

"Not to be a buzzkill, but we need to leave," caution Yinsen, watching the open workshop door, worry in his eyes.

"That's simple, we can use the way we got here," informed Hermione, "We built a device to enhance a time-turner to travel months back in time to rescue Harry before he was taken, we kinda failed."

"That sounds awesome," complemented Tony.

"Granger, we might have a problem," spoke Draco, holding out the Chrono Enhancer and the smashed time-turner.

"That is not good," sighed Hermione, taking the Chrono Enhancer from Draco, "Anyone out of sync the time stream will get returned to the time and place they first time travelled, there may be a bit of a delay though."

"So me, basically," muttered Draco.

"Yeah," admitted Hermione, "Ron and I will be fine because we're in our right time, just a different place."

"Wait, this doesn't make sense," spoke Ron, frowning, "I remember hearing from Seamus that Malfoy transferred to Durmstrang, but he apparently never showed up, but Dean overheard from some Slytherins that Snape got a letter from Malfoy saying he was in Florida."

"Highly informative," muttered Hermione, "That must be Malfoy's future self and if I were him I'd hide out in the LA area, there's some kind of constant low-level magical inference that makes it impossible to track underage magic there."

"I don't think that matters much right now," grunted Draco, holding up his hand to reveal it was beginning to fade.

"Thanks, for your help," spoke Hermione with a sincere smile.

"Yeah, I guess you're not too bad," agreed Ron, "For a Malfoy."

"Fuck you, Weasley," retorted Draco, his smile ruining the pretence.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" grinned Ron.

"Go to hell," muttered Draco, barely getting it out before he faded away completely.

"Can I just ask?" spoke Harry, "How did you recruit Malfoy in this whole thing?"

"He kinda forced his way in," replied Hermione, "Didn't really give us the choice."

The sound of footsteps quickly grabbed the group's attention.

"Stark," stated Harry, turning to Tony, "Suit up!"

Wow, this is by far by longest chapter so far, over 2,000 words actually. I'd also like to say thanks for all the hits, over 29,000 for now. The story's also smashed the 100 review mark. So great!