THE PHOENIX

Disclaimer: Although the plot is mine, the characters and the whole Harry Potter franchise belongs solely to J.K. Rowling, the woman that started my addiction into the Potter universe. I receive no monies for this story, but write for the pleasure of twisting the characters to my will.



The Phoenix


Chapter One


It was a humid day in the secluded canyons that very few wizards use or muggles knew about. In the quietness of the vast steep cliff walls, you could hear many motors revving, echoing in the expanse of the wide canyon. When looking down you could see gleaming metal as the sun glared off the wheels that were kicking up dust in their wake.

Upon a closer look, there was about twenty motorbikes of various colors and models, speeding through some of the narrow passageways, occasionally disappearing in darkened tunnels, to come out, their headlights ablaze and giant black bats flying around the openings of the tunnels above them. The riders were faceless as their dust covered helmets protected them from the elements, their bodies bent low over the body of their bikes.

There were two riders quite a bit ahead of the others as they sped to the finish line that they knew to be around the bend. The second rider smiled behind the face shield, their adrenaline at it’s highest peak right now, as they used the clutch on the left handle and shifted gears with their left foot, their wrists opening the throttle. They came wheel to wheel, at about 300 kilometers an hour, as the finish line was in their sights. At the final approach the black motorbike gave that extra burst of speed to pass the checkered flag, the fiery phoenix still showing against black, coated with a fine layer of desert dust.

The rider sped by the invisible line and geared down as they slowed down to turn the bike around to the waiting crowd. The rider came upon the leather and jean clad group and sat upright on the bike, trying to slow down their racing heartbeat from the rush they always got from being on their bike. They swung their leg over the large bike after setting the heavy kickstand and started to take off the helmet, which had the same fiery phoenix painted on it’s side as the bike did.

Two black haired men came ahead of the others as the rider took off their helmet. “Hermione!” She smiled as she wiped the sweat from her brow and neck as she was greeted.

“Harry, Sirius!” She cried out happily as she was swung around from a laughing Harry Potter.

“Great race Hermione.” Sirius smiled as he took her from Harry to squeeze the breath from her.

“Last race of the summer and it felt great,” she smiled as she was dowsed with water from behind and handed a very cold beer. “Thanks,” she said laughing as she turned to Remus Lupin, “I really needed that,” and began to unzip her protective gear, letting the top part hang down past her waist, while her bike was being wheeled to another area where it would be cleaned, checked and tucked away for the day.

Hermione sat with many people as she was given congratulations and a few more drinks, reflecting on the last couple of years and how much it differed from her first five years at Hogwarts. She watched as old and new friends started to party hard, like they always did after the races.



After her fifth year at Hogwart’s, her parents had gone into hiding, as Voldemort was going after the muggles with a vengeance due to his failed attempt to find out what the prophecy was between himself and Harry.

She looked to Sirius and Harry as they laughed together. They had really gotten close since Sirius’s near death experience in their fifth year. After Sirius had fallen behind the veil, Harry and herself checked every book and asked everyone for information about that veil. They found an old text in the Ministry of Magic’s library, so old that the title was worn away from age, the pages brittle to the touch ...... it had a way to bring people back from the veil. They could be brought out at a full eclipse. It turned out that just before the end of the year there was an eclipse forecast.

Their DA members, along with Remus Lupin, Dumbledore, and surprisingly Severus Snape, went to the deserted Ministry of Magic to the Department of Mysteries. They lit short candles around the veiled platform, all of them standing around it and holding hands, concentrating on bringing Harry’s godfather back. Harry had stood by the veil, concentrating the hardest on his godfather, saying the spell over and over again that was in the text. All had gone quiet and a low hum could be heard coming from the veil. Harry had been surprised to see a pale hand come through the veil and grabbed it and pulled with Snape and Lupin helping. Sirius then fell through in a crumpled heap in front of them unconscious.

Remus, being Sirius oldest and closest friend, then apparated with a port-key along with Harry and Hermione to a place where Sirius would be safe from the Ministry of Magic Aurors. He was still a wanted wizard.

During the summer months Sirius slowly became his old self among old friends, wizards and muggles alike. These old friends of his welcomed him with open arms, helping him regain his health and his spirits. Sirius was back in his element among the leather clad bikers and was glad to be alive and not cooped up anymore.

Meanwhile Snape and the other Order members had caught up with Peter Pettigrew and he admitted to framing Sirius for the murders of the muggles and the Potters, under the Veritaserum truth potion. Sirius was now a free wizard and could live a normal life, not on the run and was able to form a bond with his godson that he wasn’t able to before.

During that summer, Harry and Hermione had gotten closer. They were seen everywhere, and learned to ride the motorbikes together. They were exceptionally fast learners on riding, Hermione especially. She started racing in the beginner races and came in the top three at the beginning of summer. At the end, she was coming first in the higher classes. For her birthday that September she received a brand new racing black bike with a fiery phoenix painted on the sides. Her racing name then became the ‘Phoenix.’


She was brought out of her musings by Harry’s fingers massaging her neck as he kissed her cheek. “Hermione. You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking back on things from the past couple of years. Do you realize it’s our final year at Hogwart’s this year?” She smirked.

“Yeah, it will be nice not to worry about Voldemort this year.” Harry said.

Halloween of their sixth year, Harry had fulfilled the prophecy that was made for him. He had vanquished Voldemort with the help of his friends, and a few unexpected allies.


Flashback:
Halloween night that year, Voldemort had arranged for Draco Malfoy to challenge Harry to a duel at the quidditch pitch where Voldemort (and his death-eaters) would be waiting. Malfoy, to the surprise of the light side, had let Dumbledore know of the plans, unbeknownst to the Slytherin house and his family.

When Harry and Draco walked into the pitch followed by Ron and Hermione that night, the Death-Eaters circled around the trio. In turn, all members of the Order and some Ministry Aurors surrounded the Death-Eaters. Voldemort had just laughed and pointed his wand at Ron and Hermione, the ‘Crucio’ curse knocking them to their knees in pain.

Now when Harry is very angry he gets this glow about him, the magic coming off him in waves. Voldemort stepped back in surprise as Harry raised his wand in anger towards him and said the final curse ‘Avada Kedavra’. Voldemort had crumpled to the ground, disintegrating before their eyes. It was over before anyone knew what happened.


Hermione looked around the crowded tent and smirked. The crowd around her was a motley bunch from big burly bikers to small scrawny leather clad bikers that partied together like there was no tomorrow. She noticed that there was going to be a wet t-shirt contest starting up. Not wanting to be volunteered for it again, she decided that was her cue to leave. She grabbed up her helmet off the floor and made her way to the trailer she shared with Harry, Sirius, and Lupin.

She stripped down her sweaty dust covered clothes in her and Harry’s bedroom and made her way to the shower. She adjusted the water temperature and stepped gingerly under the warm jets of water. Her hands went to her long hair lathering the shampoo into her sweat soaked hair. She leaned her hands against the tiled wall, letting the water run down her back.

She sighed as she felt a pair of strong arms go around her waist, a body pressing into her back. “You okay?” Harry asked as he kissed the back of her shoulder.

She turned in his arms. “Yeah, I’m good,” she smiled as she ran her fingers through his shoulder length hair to bring him closer. Their lips pressed softly at first, their hands skimming over the bodies that were so well know to each other.

Harry kissed along her jaw to move down to her neck, nibbling the sensitive spot by her ear. She tilted her head back against the tiles as his lips and tongue moved lower. He cupped the under swell of her breasts, lifting them up to his mouth. His tongue circled around the nipple, teasing the tip. “Harry,” she moaned as her leg went around his back as he kneeled in front of her.

His hands went to her slim waist as his lips moved lower down her body. Her stomach muscles clenched as he delved his tongue into her navel, his hands moving up the insides of her thighs. She spread her legs more as she felt his finger tips graze her velvet folds. She moved her hips down urging him to give her more. He smiled against her lower stomach at her eagerness.

“Please Harry,” she begged as she nudged him lower.

Harry used both hands to spread her more as his tongue tasted her. He took broad flat strokes over her folds and clit, her moans filling the small room. He leaned lower as he probed his tongue inside of her over and over again, then came back up again to circle her clit with the tip of his tongue. She grasped a fistful of his hair, keeping him in place. His lips wrapped around her clit as he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flicking insistently against it.

“Oh......gods....Harry,” she cried out, her climax shuddering through her body as she let go of her grip on his hair.

He licked his way up her body as the water pulsed against them. He gripped her upper thigh, wrapping it around his waist as he guided his cock to her slick opening. He inched in slowly, still feeling her inner walls pulse around him from her climax. He nuzzled into her neck as he gripped her bottom, pulling her closer to him as he thrust his hips forward. Both her legs wrapped around his waist as he leaned her against the tiles, thrusting deep and hard inside of her.

Her head moved to his neck as her teeth grazed his skin. “Faster Harry,” she gasped out as her body lifted higher with each thrust.

He groaned as he quickened the pace, pounding into her. He looked up to look into her eyes as she hung onto his shoulders. Her hand came up to his neck as she brought her mouth to his, her tongue meeting his as they clashed together. Their kiss deepened as their moans mingled together. She clenched tighter around his shaft, gripping him firmly as he banged once then twice into her, spilling his seed deep inside of her, her inner muscles milking him dry as her orgasm clenched around him. He slowly pulled out of her as she hugged him close.


Early in the morning, Hermione lay naked in bed on her stomach while Harry’s fingers traced along her back. They touched down to her lower back, tracing the outline of her tattoo that she had done at the end of the summer last year. “It’s amazing how bright this phoenix looks in those pictures ‘Mione,” he mused aloud.

The phoenix tattoo, he was talking about, she had gotten when she was being referred to as ‘the Phoenix’ in the biker circuit. It was made especially for her. It was a fiery phoenix, wings outstretched as in flight, about twenty centimeters in width. The pictures Harry was referring to was a photo layout in a biker magazine that had came out earlier this month. There happened to have been a muggle photographer at one of the races at the beginning of summer and she was approached to model with her bike. She had accepted with the ever watchful Harry and Sirius making sure she was represented decently. She had also charmed her hair to a midnight black for the pictures and insisted she wear some kind of eyewear to cover her eyes. She didn’t think anyone at school would see the magazine, but she didn’t want to take a chance at being recognized. In some of the pictures she wasn’t wearing much, and she didn’t want to get razzed about it.

Harry kissed her shoulder and lay on his back, pulling the covers over their bodies. Hermione leaned on his chest as she looked down at him. “Harry, I need to talk to you about something,”
She said hesitantly.

“About what?”

“Harry.... you know I love you right?”

“Yeah, I love you too ‘Mione.”

“But....” she started, “....I’m not ‘in’ love with you anymore Harry,” she said looking down at her hand that lay flat on his chest.

Harry titled her head up to look up at him. “Is that what’s been bothering you lately?” She nodded in reply. “Hermione....I do know what you mean and I understand. You are my best friend and I do love you, but not like before. Same as you.”

“How long have you been feeling this way?” Hermione asked.

“A few weeks. You?”

“Same, was there anyone else you’ve been thinking of lately?” She asked smiling, feeling better about their relationship. She’s been wanting to talk to Harry for awhile now and it was easier than she thought it was going to be.

“No, not really. You?” Harry asked.

“Me neither. Next week school starts. We’ll have to wait and see what happens,” she smiled, “I guess we’ll have to sleep in separate beds now, huh?”

Harry smirked and hugged her close to his side, “Tomorrow.” Hermione hugged him close laying her head on his shoulder as they drifted off in an exhausted slumber.