Shadow Phoenix
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
35
Views:
108,062
Reviews:
142
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
5
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The Hearing
@ Dark Dragen, Sir Zig, JohnnyK & Maethoriel Raina: Thanks for your Reviews. I love them!
@ Dark Dragen: The slave part won't start before chapter 26... more like 28 though... you'll have to wait a little for this. (I'm writing at it at the moment, so don't worry. I know the difference between three and a tree... And here is, what I've planned next.
@SirZig: Yes he is. Right! I do.
@JohnnyK: As I said, I'm writing at chapter 28 at the moment... And I've already planned Shadow Phoenix II and III... (my version of HBP and DH) I don't think I'll abandon it.
Betaed by Raina.
C6: The Hearing
Mr. Weasley led Harry into the Ministry. They had to use an old, red telephone box that functioned as a lift. It also gave Harry a visitors badge stating his name and purpose of visiting the Ministry.
Soon afterwards he had to hand his wand to the receptionist. The old wizard looked at it and Harry's badge, before his eyes locked themselves onto the scar on his forehead. Absent minded he dropped the wand onto some kind of instrument, from which a small strip of parchment came speeding out.
He tore it of and read: “Eleven inches, phoenix-feather core, been in use four years. That correct?”
“Yes.” Harry confirmed.
The wizard returned the wand and Mr. Weasley lead Harry further into the Ministry. Mr. Weasley dropped Harry in front of the court hall, where Mrs. Figg already waited. Soon they were summoned inside.
First Mrs. Figg had to make her statement. She told them everything that happened that night, but not that it was Harry who fought against the Dementors, or that he undid his tracings.
After she was dismissed, Harry was ordered to take her place. Instead he stood before the chair and raised his voice.
“Before I make a statement, I will state my identity.”
“We know who you are, sit down, Harry Potter!” Fudge snapped at him.
“Your words prove that I should do so. I am Harry James Potter-Black, heir to both, the vacant title Lord of Potter and the title Lord of Black, currently occupied by my godfather, Sirius Black.” The members of the Wizengamot started to murmur.
“Only a pureblood can be heir of that title. You're a half-blood, you can't.” Fudge told him.
“My father and godfather were both heads of their families at the time of my birth. They raised my blood status to pureblood. I'm not a half-blood but a pureblood.”
Fudge looked at one of his assistants, who took a huge book, searched something and showed it to Fudge.
“I've just confirmed your words, now sit down, so we can take your statement.”
Harry instead took his coat of, many of the witches and wizards took a surprised breath when they saw his robes.
“I can't make a statement before a court, whose chairman insulted me.” Harry claimed. “I of course ask you to officially revoke you insult in every instance, and apologise in public. If you have forgotten what you said, I will of course remind you. Or you can read it yourself.” Harry threw a copy of the Daily Prophet towards him.
Fudge’s head became red with anger.
“I said nothing but the truth!” the Minister of Magic shouted. “And I won’t accept this disobedience!” Fudge drew his wand at Harry, who was knocked onto the chair.
Iron chains appeared from it and restricted Harry. The witches and wizards behind Fudge begun once again to whisper to each other, angered by their chairman's display of inconsiderateness and ignorance.
“You just violated law number five-hundred-eighty-six of the Book of Pureblood Law.” Harry stated. “Because of this I'm allowed to use magic to free myself.”
“Don't joke around! As if a minor wizard like you could...”
Fudge suddenly stopped, as the chains crumbled beneath Harry's hands and he once again stood before the chair.
“Know your place, Cornelius Fudge! You might be Minister of Magic now, but even you have to abide the law! If you continue to bend the rules at will and close your eyes before the inconvenient truth, my first deed once I come of age and take my place in the Wizengamot as the head of the Most Ancient family of Potter will be to petition your removal from the position of Minister of Magic. That is, in the unlikely case of you still being in office then.”
Harry could see the reporter of the Daily Prophet - there were two - writing as fast as they could, to catch everything happening, as he stormed out of the court hall. Once outside the court room, Harry leaned against the wall taking deep breaths.
He finally looked at his palms, which were burnt wherever he had touched the chains. After some a minute someone Harry hadn't anticipated, was coming his way. Lucius Malfoy.
“If that isn't our dear Potter! Did you get in trouble as always?” he asked.
“Maybe.” Harry answered. “But at least I don't enslave myself to a half-blooded wannabe Lord, my dear Lord of Malfoy!”
“You little...” Lucius gripped his cane harder, in where Harry knew his wand was hidden.
“There you are, Harry!” Mr. Weasley said, getting to them. “What are you doing here, Malfoy?”
“I'm just here to speak with Fudge about business,” the slick Death Eater said.
“Well, we are done here. Come Harry, I'll take you back.”
@ Dark Dragen: The slave part won't start before chapter 26... more like 28 though... you'll have to wait a little for this. (I'm writing at it at the moment, so don't worry. I know the difference between three and a tree... And here is, what I've planned next.
@SirZig: Yes he is. Right! I do.
@JohnnyK: As I said, I'm writing at chapter 28 at the moment... And I've already planned Shadow Phoenix II and III... (my version of HBP and DH) I don't think I'll abandon it.
Betaed by Raina.
C6: The Hearing
Mr. Weasley led Harry into the Ministry. They had to use an old, red telephone box that functioned as a lift. It also gave Harry a visitors badge stating his name and purpose of visiting the Ministry.
Soon afterwards he had to hand his wand to the receptionist. The old wizard looked at it and Harry's badge, before his eyes locked themselves onto the scar on his forehead. Absent minded he dropped the wand onto some kind of instrument, from which a small strip of parchment came speeding out.
He tore it of and read: “Eleven inches, phoenix-feather core, been in use four years. That correct?”
“Yes.” Harry confirmed.
The wizard returned the wand and Mr. Weasley lead Harry further into the Ministry. Mr. Weasley dropped Harry in front of the court hall, where Mrs. Figg already waited. Soon they were summoned inside.
First Mrs. Figg had to make her statement. She told them everything that happened that night, but not that it was Harry who fought against the Dementors, or that he undid his tracings.
After she was dismissed, Harry was ordered to take her place. Instead he stood before the chair and raised his voice.
“Before I make a statement, I will state my identity.”
“We know who you are, sit down, Harry Potter!” Fudge snapped at him.
“Your words prove that I should do so. I am Harry James Potter-Black, heir to both, the vacant title Lord of Potter and the title Lord of Black, currently occupied by my godfather, Sirius Black.” The members of the Wizengamot started to murmur.
“Only a pureblood can be heir of that title. You're a half-blood, you can't.” Fudge told him.
“My father and godfather were both heads of their families at the time of my birth. They raised my blood status to pureblood. I'm not a half-blood but a pureblood.”
Fudge looked at one of his assistants, who took a huge book, searched something and showed it to Fudge.
“I've just confirmed your words, now sit down, so we can take your statement.”
Harry instead took his coat of, many of the witches and wizards took a surprised breath when they saw his robes.
“I can't make a statement before a court, whose chairman insulted me.” Harry claimed. “I of course ask you to officially revoke you insult in every instance, and apologise in public. If you have forgotten what you said, I will of course remind you. Or you can read it yourself.” Harry threw a copy of the Daily Prophet towards him.
Fudge’s head became red with anger.
“I said nothing but the truth!” the Minister of Magic shouted. “And I won’t accept this disobedience!” Fudge drew his wand at Harry, who was knocked onto the chair.
Iron chains appeared from it and restricted Harry. The witches and wizards behind Fudge begun once again to whisper to each other, angered by their chairman's display of inconsiderateness and ignorance.
“You just violated law number five-hundred-eighty-six of the Book of Pureblood Law.” Harry stated. “Because of this I'm allowed to use magic to free myself.”
“Don't joke around! As if a minor wizard like you could...”
Fudge suddenly stopped, as the chains crumbled beneath Harry's hands and he once again stood before the chair.
“Know your place, Cornelius Fudge! You might be Minister of Magic now, but even you have to abide the law! If you continue to bend the rules at will and close your eyes before the inconvenient truth, my first deed once I come of age and take my place in the Wizengamot as the head of the Most Ancient family of Potter will be to petition your removal from the position of Minister of Magic. That is, in the unlikely case of you still being in office then.”
Harry could see the reporter of the Daily Prophet - there were two - writing as fast as they could, to catch everything happening, as he stormed out of the court hall. Once outside the court room, Harry leaned against the wall taking deep breaths.
He finally looked at his palms, which were burnt wherever he had touched the chains. After some a minute someone Harry hadn't anticipated, was coming his way. Lucius Malfoy.
“If that isn't our dear Potter! Did you get in trouble as always?” he asked.
“Maybe.” Harry answered. “But at least I don't enslave myself to a half-blooded wannabe Lord, my dear Lord of Malfoy!”
“You little...” Lucius gripped his cane harder, in where Harry knew his wand was hidden.
“There you are, Harry!” Mr. Weasley said, getting to them. “What are you doing here, Malfoy?”
“I'm just here to speak with Fudge about business,” the slick Death Eater said.
“Well, we are done here. Come Harry, I'll take you back.”