Shadow Phoenix

@ firelordeg, Dark Dragen, April & azphxbird: Thanks for your reviews!

@ I looked it up. Both borrow and loan can be used. You and Dark Dragen both are right about seeker. I changed it.

@ Dark Dragen: They mean the editor of the Daily Prophet and Rita... hehe

@ April: Sounds good to me, too... but even if the age of consent is 16 for wizards as well, it doesn't matter. Hermoines Birtday is sometime during autumn or winter, meaning she's a little older than Harry and Ron. She'll be 16 before the next summer holiday. And because Sirius doesn't die in this fanfic... It will happen in SP II.

@ azphxbird: Sorry, the Quiddich teams wont revolt in their own way. Simly because too much of them are part of the DA including some of the Slitherins. Yes Harry will miss being on the team, but do you really think he would have enjoyed it as much as before? Given his new powers he could end every mach within seconds. No wizard stands a chance against a Lord of Ancient.


This chapter isn't betaed yet... Raina will do it sometime though.
We'll just have to wait a little.

C17: Attack on Mr. Weasly


Angelica was furious at Harry, Fred and George.

Her team now lost the seeker and both beater.

Of cause she had to search for new members immediately.

The new beaters didn't satisfy her at all.

But then who could after the Genius Twins, how Angelica often had called them after a match.
(Only within the first half hour after the match though. Afterwards they were the dammed jokesters again.)

The new seeker soothed her, but only a little.

As did the fact Harry borrowed them his Firebolt.

Ginny was a wildcat on the broom, as she was never going to get tired to tell everyone.
(She didn't yet know of her animagus form. It gave Ginny and Hermione a good laugh, though.)

She wasn't as good as Harry, but she was good and training hard.


Harry was in turn burying himself in DA work.

He prepared lessons, learned new spells himself, was training smaller groups nearly all weekend long and even got sometimes DA members out of trouble.

During DADA he did whatever task Umbridge told the class to do in record time, before he continued to stare at her emotionless.

This was one of two things his friends were worried about.

The second was that he refused to wear his glasses again.

They knew he didn't need them any more, but it clearly told them he did give up on another part of
himself.

The part that just wanted to be normal, accepted as one of them.


The Christmas holiday draw near and Harry was planning to stay at Hogwarts to train those members of the DA, who stayed behind, even though the Weaslys had invited him over to the burrow.

The night, one day before the holiday started, his plans were scattered.


He was meditating again, sorting and sealing his memories.

He had already sealed everything after his eleventh birthday and was going back further, when suddenly pictures, smell, touch and feelings streamed into his mind, that weren't his own.

He was a huge snake, gliding between shining metal bars... across dark, cold stone... he was flat against the floor, sliding along on his belly...

- Harry willed himself back into his mind as well as he could, searching for the source of the foreign impressions, still reliving everything as it was himself. -

He got into a corridor, it seemed empty at first, but no, there was someone....

A man sitting on the floor before a door at the end of the corridor.

- Harry froze inside as he recognized Arthur Weasly. He couldn't concentrate any more and was sucked into the event. -

He could taste the scent of the man in the air... longing to bite him, but restraining himself... he had an important mission...

The man stirred... woke up... a silvery cloak fell from his legs, as he jumped to his feet...

Harry saw him drawing a wand... he had no choice...
he reared high from the floor and stuck once, twice, three times, plunging his fangs deeply into the man's flesh, feeling his ribs splinter beneath his jaws, feeling the warm gush of blood...

The man was yelling in pain... then he fell silent... he slumped against the wall... blood was spattering on the floor...

Harry's scar hurt terribly... his head was aching to burst...


He used the pain, to force himself into reality.

Back into his own body and awake.

He was on the floor before his throne.

He had to help Mr. Weasly...

NOW

He picked himself up with great effort.

Slumped back to his knees.

He was to week to help him all alone...

He concentrated on Dumbledore.

He would help him.


There was a flash of black and Harry found himself inside the Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore stopped talking to the paintings of the former Headmasters and turned to Harry, worried.

Harry could not even look at him, pressing one of his hands to his still aching scar.

“He's got him...”, Harry managed to say. “Arthur Weasly! A giant snake attacked him... You need to help me help him! Now!”

“What did you see?”, Dumbledore asked, not looking at Harry's face either.

“Foreign impressions filled my mind...”, Harry answered. “I saw and felt everything the snake did.”

Harry lifted himself up to his feet again, using Dumbledore's Desk.


“I couldn't prevent it from filling my mind with it's impressions. Could you send Fawkes to St.Mungo's emergency room? Please!”

“Yes, but why?”, Dumbledore asked.

“I need him as anchor. I'll take Mr. Weasly there.”, Harry answered, before transforming into the black Phoenix, right before Dumbledore's eyes and vanishing in another flash of black fire.


************


Harry reappeared right beside Arthur Weasly.

He gripped the bleeding, unconscious man's cloak with his claws, already concentrating on Fawkes.

Another flash of black later, both of them appeared within the St.Mungo's Hospital.

Harry could see a flash of fire in the corner of the emergency room, when Fawkes disappeared back to Dumbledore again.

The Healer immediately swarmed around him, trying to help Mr. Weasly and ask the black Phoenix what happened.

Harry became panicked, when he saw the spells of the healers fail to close the wounds or stop the bleeding.


**************


Tears build and streamed out of his eyes.

He couldn't bear loosing another one of his friends.

One of the healers collected his tears and put them on Mr. Weasly's wounds.

Phoenix tears could heal!

The wound started to close, but something caused it to open again.


“There is some really nasty kind of poison in the wounds, preventing them to close!”, one of the healers stated.

“What the hell causes wounds like this? We need Blood-Replenishing Potion and bandages to stop the bleeding, while we search for an antidote. Could take some time though. Thank god, he was brought here in time! Another few minutes and he'd have been a goner.”

The words brought Harry back from his pain of loosing a friend again, stopping the flow of tears to fall. (Which a nurse had been collecting the whole time.)


Harry got over to a healer with quill and parchment writing down the results of the examination.

The black phoenix stole the quill and arranged it in his beak before he moved towards the parchment to scribble on it.

'Arthur Weasly – attacked by a through Dark Arts enhanced, magical, big Snake.'

He returned the quill to the amazed healer and got back to Mr. Weasly, making sure not to be in their way.

“Phoenix really are unbelievable useful creatures...”, one of the healers mentioned.

“Yes, but I never knew they could write...”, the one with the parchment said.

“Perhaps this one is even more special... he's black after all... I never saw a black phoenix either.”, yet another healer said, while bandaging Mr. Weasly. “The replenisher works. His life is not in danger any more. Who notices the next of kin?”

Harry got back to the parchment once more, writing:

'Wife, Molly Weasly' and the address of the Burrow.

“Seems to be my duty...”, the healer with the parchment mentioned.

Harry took one last long look at Mr. Weasly, before he returned to Dumbledore in another flash of black fire.

When he arrived at the office, Hermione and all Weasly students were already there, throwing questions at him the moment he appeared.


Instead of answering them immediately, he first gave a calming, reassuring, happy tone.

Fawkes fell in with the same tone and everyone calmed down.


Harry transformed back into his original form and told them Mr. Weasly was in St.Mungo's, his live wasn't in danger any more and he would get to be completely alright according to the healers.

After that he simply told them he'd had sort of a vision of Voldemort's snake attacking their father and had, with Fawkes help, brought him to St.Mungo's using his Phoenix form.

“I'll send you all to Grimmrauld Place using a Portkey.”, Dumbledore said, after Harry was finished. “You'll have it easier to get to St.Mungo's from there. Or... Harry, could you handle taking them all to Sirius?”


Harry thought about it for a moment.

“I can.”, he decided. “It will exhaust me a lot, though.”

He shrugged.

“But what about my trunk? I'll need it tomorrow.”

“I'll have Fawkes take it to you.”, Dumbledore replied.

Harry gave him a nod and transformed back to the black phoenix.

Everyone grabbed one of his long tail feathers and with a huge burst of black fire they all were gone.


*************


Sirius was more than surprised, when they appeared in a burst of black fire, right beside him.

He thought they'd use a portkey.

The black Phoenix which brought them fell asleep from exhaustion, right away.

Hermione took him into her arms.

“I thought Harry was coming with you?”, Sirius said.

“That's Harry.”, Ginny said, pointing at the black Phoenix. “It's his animagus form.”

“A black Phoenix?”, Sirius asked warily.

Then he suddenly started to laugh like crazy.

“Oh, I wish James could see this! His son a mystical animagus! Lilly was right after all!”, he said, before bursting into laughter again.


“So, how do we get to St.Mungo's?”, Fred asked.

“You don't. Not before it's morning anyway.”, Sirius answered.

“What? Why?”, George and Fred asked in unison.

“Because it's too dangerous! The order already changes plans to free some members of their duty to escort you. They can't before five in the morning. Besides, Harry would want to accompany you, wouldn't he? And he sleeps...”

“He was the one who rescued dad! He had a vision of him being attacked and used his and Fawkes Phoenix powers to take him to St.Mungo's. After that he even brought us here, because Dumbledore wanted him to! That's why he's exhausted!”, Ginny told him.

“Only more reason to wait for him to wake up.”, Sirius said. “Would be unfair for him to be the only one to not come with you after he's been the one who saved Arthur, wouldn't it? And you can't take him with you like that.”

Not even the Twins could deny that one, so they seat down.


“A mystical animagus?”, Hermione asked while seating herself, still holding the Phoenix. “Would you tell us about that one? And by the way, Harry's Marauder's name is Shadow, mine Queen, Ginny's Kitty, Ron's Runner. Harry picked most of them.”

Sirius hesitated a moment, not really content about having not been able to pick his godson's Marauder's name himself.

But then he straightened himself again.


“Well, there are three kinds of animagi. The first are just animals in their animagi form. That's nearly every animagus I know of. The second are animagi whose animal forms have developed slight magical abilities. It's not really something special. Only really powerful wizards develop these abilities over a lot of time though. The third sort of animagi that are rumoured to exist – no, that exists – are the mystical animagi. Till now I didn't believe in their existence. Lilly and I argued about that one every time. Seems she was right... The last known mystical animagus in history was Lord Draconis in around 1400.”


Hermione and Ron looked at each other.

“Wasn't this book of Harry's, which he took away, when you attempted to read it, about this Draconis dude?”, Ron asked her.

Everyone looked at Hermione.

“Promised not to tell you...”, she whispered.


Finally Sirius continued.

“His animagus form was said to be a white Dragon. Since then there hasn't been any record of a magical animagus. There are a lot of stories about mystical animagi in the time before the invention of the wand though. Most of them should be just exaggerations but there might also have been some real ones.”

“You can do magic without wands?”, Ron asked astonished.

“Well, of cause you can. Every wizard and witch has done that sort of magic at least once before they got their wands. But this sort of magic isn't as easy to use controlled. There aren't much wizards who even attempt to learn how to willingly control wandless magic. Dumbledore and V- Tom Riddle are rumoured to do it a little, but only weak spells. And there's nobody who could teach it anyway. The last wizard rumoured to have mastered it was one student of Lord Draconis, who was of cause also rumoured to be capable of this skill.”


“Best chances for Harry to master it then, right?”, Fred mentioned.

“He's also an mystical animagus...”, George said.

“And his spells have mostly become nonverbal lately...”, Ginny added.

“He can see the magical pattern of spells...”, Hermione whispered.

“While undoing our tracing charms he didn't only use his wand, but also his fingertips.”, Ron mentioned. “He was a lot faster with the wand though.”

“On my back there was something he called a knot in the magical pattern.”, Hermione mentioned.

“He had to use his fingertips only for that one and he said that piece of crap that was my tracing charm had a fifty percent chance of not relaying me doing magic to the ministry anyway...”


“They still send the inexperienced, assistants to muggleborn, don't they?"

Sirius laughed again.

“The only witch nearly as bright as you I've ever seen was Lilly... another muggleborn! And these idiots still think they're better than you, just because their parents been a witch and a wizard!”

Hermione blushed upon this flattering.


“Now, why don't you show me your animagus forms one after another to pass some time?”, Sirius asked.

Ginny grinned, transformed and walked over to him, laying her head onto his lap.
(he got slightly nervous on that one)

“I can see why you're Kitty...”, he mentioned, stroking her smooth fur.


When he looked up again, instead of Fred and George there were just two identical foxes.

“Should have known they'd turn out like that...”, he murmured.

He looked to Ron.

“Not enough space for a horse in here.”, Ron mentioned.

Sirius looked to Hermione.

She pointed to the sleeping phoenix on her lap.

“I'll show you after Harry woke up.”, she said.


“She is a lioness.”, Ron mentioned. “To impress Silver Harry sat on his throne with is hands on Queen and Kitty's heads, who were to either side of him, stroking them.”

“Who's Silver?”, Sirius asked.

Ron grinned.

“We didn't tell you yet, did we? Harry's got Draco Malfoy to turn onto our side! He's become a silver-grey wolf. Harry's given him the Marauder's Name Silver. Don't know why he did, but he's become some real powerful wizard on our side, now.”

“Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy's son turned traitor on Voldemort and has become a friend of Harry?”, Sirius asked amused.


“He still doesn't like Hermione.”, Ron mentioned. “Harry got him on his pride as a pureblood and heir to the title of Lord... ...and something about You Know Who enslaving wizards when giving them his mark.”

“Well, something like this wouldn't be beyond him. Good for us though.”, Sirius decided. “I'd really love to see their faces when they find out!”

“They most likely already did.”, Ron said. “There are loads of Death Eater's kids in Slytherin and not all of them are as dumb as Crab and Goyle, who already have a new master... Silver still got control over Slytherin though. Harry's money and their combined power's a strong reason for the Slytherin's to keep on his side.”


“How's your Defence club? I didn't hear any of it any more.”

Ron looked over to Hermione.

“The DA's going great.”, Hermione said. “Harry's a great teacher and we've loads of members from all houses.”

“DA?”, Sirius asked.

“Dumbledore's Army. It was Ginny's suggestion.”

“Because that's what the ministry fears most.”, the Weasly girl explained.


“And you've no problems with the Slytherins?”, Sirius asked.

“No, none. No wonder since Silver showed up on the first meeting claiming to be Harry's ally. They don't dare.”

Ginny giggled.

“There are even Gryffindors who date with Slytherins now...”, she mentioned. “Half of their girls are going for Beary though...”

“Beary?”

“Neville Longbottom. He's become kind of Harry's right hand. And his animagus form is a Grizzly.”, Ron said. “He's pureblood nobility, too, that's why he's target one for the Slytherin girls.”


“Most Hufflepuffs are after Ron... Don't know why though.”, Ginny mentioned, making her brothers head redden.

“We caught him snogging three different girls just last week.”, Fred mentioned.

“One of them was a Ravenclaw, though.”, George said.

“Yeah... he's become a Playboy.”

“We're really proud of him!”


The twins teasing made his face change into an even darker shade of red and he couldn't look at anyone any more.

“Longbottom... I knew his parents...”, Sirius mentioned in a sad voice. “They've been Aurors and part of the order, before...”

He didn't continue.


“The last of our animagi, Little Feather got together with Lavender Brown.”, Ginny attempted to lighten his mood.

“Dean had always had a thing for her.”, Ron mentioned, happy they changed the subject. “And I think they're even shagging. Lavender got out of our dorm last Saturday looking dishevelled and he was way to relaxed, when I got up.”

“So our sparrow got laid before you?”, Fred asked.

“We have to take it back, we're not proud of you any more.”, George said.
Ron turned red again.


“Do you really think he just kissed with all these girls he dated?”, Ginny asked them. “Get real, the rumours about how his stamina and size are already legendary. There's a reason he turned into a horse, you know?”

Now the twins looked at their little brother in faked awe.

“We're proud of you!”, They said in unison.

“You're contracepting, aren't you?", Fred asked.

Ron gave a nod and murmured: “Harry taught me some spells on that matter.”

Ginny and Hermione suddenly looked at the sleeping black phoenix, warily.

“Did he...”, they said at exactly the same time.


George held his hand out and Fred put a Sickle in it.

“What's the bet?”, Sirius asked.

“It was about whether or not Harry already laid his two cats...”, Fred mentioned, causing them to turn red and Ron's head to snap up.

“He didn't, did he?”

“If he had, Fred would have been the one getting the Sickle...”, George said.

“Well, ok then.”, Ron said relaxing.


“I think he wont take the first step, so if they don't come to him, there wont be anything happening.”, George said.

“The other girls don't dare to go after him. Some because of his cold behaviour, but most 'cause they're scared
by Ginny and Hermione.”, Fred said.

“I guess he wouldn't be that cold if he had been laid regularly.”, George said.

“We don't like it, when he's like that.”

“And not only because...”

“...he's our friend, but also because...”

“...he's our best business partner and customer!”


“He doesn't buy your jokes!”, Ginny claimed.


“No, not our jokes, but...”

“...he suggested our second line of products and...”

“...buys even more of that stuff than the order!”

“AND he pays for the successful...”

“...development of certain products!”


“He's the one who suggested to you to produce the Handy Gadgets?”, Sirius asked.


“Yes, he did.”

“All our Gadgets are until now...”

“...things Harry asked us to create,...”

“...by the way.”


“He's something, isn't he? Mundungs asked for more of your darkening bombs, but I suspect he's been selling them for ten times as much, if I got his mile wide grin right.”


“No problem,...”

“...Mundungs is after all...”

“...our provider for...”

“...commodities which are...”

“...rather difficult to obtain.”

“And how's your joke shop going?”, Sirius asked.

“Oh, very good!”

“Since Silver and...”

“...some of his Slytherins..”

“...are our customers,...”

“...our joke shop's...”

“...income has more than...”

“...doubled, and they...”

“...still keep buying...”

“...more and more.”


**************


They talked until Mrs. Weasly came at fife o'clock in the morning, looking very tired.

First she gave everyone of her kids a hug, and as she stepped to Hermione to hug her as well, she froze, staring at the black phoenix in her lap.

“They told me it was a black phoenix that rescued Arthur...”, she whispered. “Could it be...?”


The phoenix stopped pretending to be asleep (he had already been awake for half an hour, but he didn't see, why he should get of Hermione's lap) and flew down to the floor, before he transformed into Harry.

“HARRY!”, Molly Weasly screamed in joy and hugged him so hard, he was once again glad, his body was a lot stronger than a normal human's.

“You've been the one who saved Arthur, haven't you? I'm soooo happy...”, she seemed to finally run out of words and her grip started to loosen.

Harry lead her to one of the chairs and had her sit down, just as she started sobbing.


“We nearly lost him, you know? If he hadn't been brought there immediately he'd have bleeded to death! Just ten minutes later, they said and he'd have been a goner!”

“I know.”, Harry said. “But he's not in danger any more and he's going to be alright, soon. The Healers know, what they do. Just relax. It's alright.”