Shadow Phoenix
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
35
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108,063
Reviews:
142
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1
Currently Reading:
5
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Prefects
@ SirZic, Raina, Dark Dragen, BlueAlquimista, azphxbird: Thanks for your reviews!
@ Dark Dragen: No, I wont let Sirius die. I\'ve still plans for him. (at Shadow Phoenix II and III)
@ BlueAlquimista: Sorry, I love HP/HG. It\'ll happen. As will HP/LL and a lot of other pairings (and threesomes) But don\'t worry too much. Harry can\'t have a Harem. (And I wont do Hermione sleep around either. Maybe I\'ll write some Ginny sleep around...) Well... he could have one... but he doesn\'t want it. It\'ll be friends with benefits. (if you don\'t want to read... oh, come on! It\'s not that bad!)
@ azphxbird: Fudge made a fool out of himself in front of several reporter and the whole Wizengamot... Besides, Harry hates to lie and he didn\'t have to make a statement because of it. (There are laws to protect Purebloods from getting treated unfair by officials. There are no such laws for haalfbloods or muggleborns. The wizarding world is unfair.) He got away with not giving a statement after a official summon. Additional, the pureblooded wizards (like most not-deatheater Slitherins) will be drawn to him, as he is one of them. About Lucius... they hate each other. He wants to have Harry attack them at the ministry for Harry to get Harry into more trouble and hex him. Harry wants the same... if Lucius had attacked him however... lets just say, I plan a Harry VS Voldemort battle at the end of Shadow Phoenix, which doesn\'t have a winner. When Dumbledore arrives, they... well... you\'ll have to wait and read. What I wanted you to ask and answer yourself: Would Lucius stand a chance?
Special thanks to my beta Raina!
Hehe... I have a beta!
C7: Prefects
Once Harry was back to 12 Grimmauld Place, he was thoroughly interrogated about everything that had happened. Fred and George seemed to be unable to stop laughing because of it. When they were celebrating, Harry\'s scar suddenly started aching and he pressed his hand against it.
"Harry? What\'s wrong?" Hermione asked.
"My scar is burning... it\'s nothing, I just need to rest." Harry murmured his answer.
Luckily nobody else had noticed his discomfort, so he soon excused himself and went back to the rooms inside his trunk. Once there, he sat on his throne. The artefact enabled him to get into a deep meditative state. It not only granted him even more rest than sleep did, it also enabled him to search his own mind for that nasty piece of a foreign person he once felt, the piece he knew was responsible for his scar hurting.
In the process, Harry had already locked away his most important memories somewhere safe deep within him.
He knew it was a slow process, but he also knew it was needed. Once he could have all of his memories but the least important locked away, that piece of Voldemort\'s mind wouldn\'t be able to hide itself inside of him any more and he would be able to do something about it.
The following days were as normal as you could get, considering their situation. Harry was everyone’s hero, because he managed to cast an infinite silencing charm onto the portrait of Sirius’ mother, so even her loudest screaming was just a quiet whisper. No one cared that it was a spell he found in one of the \'dark books\'.
Sirius was busy training everyone who wanted it in advanced spells and the skills needed to become an animagus. Those included Harry, Hermione and the whole Weasley family excepting Molly, Charlie, who was in Romania, and of cause Percy who was with the Ministry.
Kreacher either guarded his treasures, collected more of them, or lingered around Harry to fulfil his every wish, even before Harry himself knew he wanted it. This made Hermione rant on about SPEW again, but everyone ignored her speeches about the rights of house elves this time.
******
Finally the booklists arrived. Harry found, that he only needed two new books, because he already had most of the school approved books with any kind of useful spells in his trunk. Ron stared unmoving at his letter, holding something tight in his fist.
“What\'s wrong, mate? You look like you\'ve won the lottery or got expelled.” Harry said, trying to get a look at Ron\'s letter. He finally got it out of his hand and read.
“Prefect?” Harry called out. Fred and George Apparated in a moment later.
“Who\'s Prefect?” they asked in unison. Harry just gave them Ron\'s letter.
“Ron\'s got the badge?!” George stated warily.
“And we thought he was one of us...”
“Seems we where wrong.”
“Mum is going to be out of her head with joy!”
“And we\'ll have to stop our mischievous deeds or our little brother is going to give us detention!” They looked at each other.
“No way!!!” they said in unison, laughing they dropped the letter into Ron\'s lap and Disapparated.
“I always thought it would be you, Harry...” Ron whispered. Harry thought about it for a moment.
“Dumbledore can\'t afford to make me Prefect,” he finally stated.
“Between his efforts to spread the news of Voldemort’s return and the Ministry\'s denial, every sign of him favouring me would further weaken our side. Besides, you deserve it.” Ron looked at him with watery eyes.
“Harry...”
“Put it on!” Harry suggested. “Get a feeling for it.”
Ron had to pry his fist open with his other hand before he could do it, but finally his shiny new badge was on the front of his jumper, and a bright smile on his face. Suddenly the door banged open and Hermione came tearing into the room, closely followed by Ginny. She was holding her own letter and badge in her hands.
“I\'M PREFECT!!” she screamed.
“Congratulations.” Harry said. “Ron too.”
While the girls were fussing about Ron\'s shiny new badge (Hermione seemed to have forgotten her own), Mrs. Weasley appeared, lured there by the screaming. As soon, as she saw Ron\'s badge she gave a shriek and joined the girls fussing.
After some time she asked him: “And Ron, what will it be?”
“What do you mean?”
“You\'ve become Prefect, you have to get a reward. You already have an owl, so... perhaps new dress robes?”
“Fred and George already gave me new dress robes. What I\'d really want is a new broom...” he said hesitantly. Molly\'s face fell.
“Nothing expensive! Just something new...” Harry exited the room unnoticed.
“Ok, I\'ll buy you a broom...” she promised.
“Really? That\'s great!” Ron rejoiced. When Mrs. Weasley exited the room, Harry put an envelope into her hand and went back in.
On the envelope was written: \'Read this in private.\'
Molly hurried into the kitchen and opened the envelope. There were four things inside. The first was note saying:
I know, you can\'t afford to buy a new broom for Ron, but he deserves to get a really good one. That\'s why I\'ve decided to give you some of the money you need. I\'ve added a written order for Gringotts to let you withdraw a certain amount of my money, my key and a list of things I would like you to buy for me if you\'re going to Diagon Alley anyway. 222 Galleons are meant for Ron\'s broom. If you add 23 Galleons of your own, you could get him a Nimbus 2000. It may not be the latest Nimbus, but a really good one and more than he\'ll expect. Please keep this a secret from your kids for now.
Harry
PS: I\'ll be very angry at you, if you don\'t accept my offer. Angry enough to buy a much more expensive broom (a Nimbus 2003, price: 862Galleones!) and give it to Ron as a present. The reason I don\'t do that anyway is, because he would feel like a poor boy being pitied. I don\'t want that, so take the offer.
The second was the order for Gringotts, ordering them to let Molly withdraw 450 Galleons from his vault. There was also the key to the vault and the (large) list.
******
Mrs. Weasley went shopping at Diagon Alley the very same day, and handed the goods to them after she returned. Ron nearly fainted from being overjoyed at his new broom. The moment Ron had unwrapped it. Everyone else glanced over to Harry, they knew, but pretended to think it was his parent’s gift only.
“I also have presents for the Prefects!” Harry announced. He gave Ron a \'Professional Broom Cleaning Set\' and went over to Hermione.
“I hope you accept my present.” he said to her, before he took a delicate silver necklace out of his pocket and fastened it around her neck.
“I\'ve enchanted it with protective spells myself,” he informed her. “You have no idea how long I had to experiment till I got to it to cast \'Protego\' correctly.”
******
Later that day, Mrs Weasley was trying to get rid of a boggart that lived in a cabinet in one of the guest rooms. When Harry went past it, he heard her sobbing and muttering “Riddikulus” over and over again. Harry entered the room finding Molly sitting with her back pressed to one of the walls weeping, pointing her wand at the boggart, who pretended to be a clearly dead Ron.
“Riddikulus!”
Crack... a dead Fred.
Crack... Bill
Crack... Arthur Weasley
Crack... Charlie
Crack... Ginny
Crack... Harry
Harry couldn\'t bear it any more. He drew his wand, pointed it at the boggart and used one of the spells he had found in the \'dark books\'. With a hiss the creature shrank into a black pearl. When Harry picked it up, and put it into his pocket Mrs. Weasley seemed to finally realise his presence. She looked at him, still continuing to shed tears. Harry went over to her and drew her into an embrace.
“You must think I\'m silly...” she sobbed at his shoulder. “Not even being able to get rid of a boggart!”
“Every one of us has his weak moments.” Harry told her calmly. “We have to count on our friends and family to cover for us whenever we have one. You\'ve already covered several of my weak moments. I just returned the favour.” He held her, till she finally calmed down.
“Please don\'t tell Arthur,” she asked of him.
“I won’t tell anyone,” he promised, as he helped her to her feet and wiped the tears off her cheek.
@ Dark Dragen: No, I wont let Sirius die. I\'ve still plans for him. (at Shadow Phoenix II and III)
@ BlueAlquimista: Sorry, I love HP/HG. It\'ll happen. As will HP/LL and a lot of other pairings (and threesomes) But don\'t worry too much. Harry can\'t have a Harem. (And I wont do Hermione sleep around either. Maybe I\'ll write some Ginny sleep around...) Well... he could have one... but he doesn\'t want it. It\'ll be friends with benefits. (if you don\'t want to read... oh, come on! It\'s not that bad!)
@ azphxbird: Fudge made a fool out of himself in front of several reporter and the whole Wizengamot... Besides, Harry hates to lie and he didn\'t have to make a statement because of it. (There are laws to protect Purebloods from getting treated unfair by officials. There are no such laws for haalfbloods or muggleborns. The wizarding world is unfair.) He got away with not giving a statement after a official summon. Additional, the pureblooded wizards (like most not-deatheater Slitherins) will be drawn to him, as he is one of them. About Lucius... they hate each other. He wants to have Harry attack them at the ministry for Harry to get Harry into more trouble and hex him. Harry wants the same... if Lucius had attacked him however... lets just say, I plan a Harry VS Voldemort battle at the end of Shadow Phoenix, which doesn\'t have a winner. When Dumbledore arrives, they... well... you\'ll have to wait and read. What I wanted you to ask and answer yourself: Would Lucius stand a chance?
Special thanks to my beta Raina!
Hehe... I have a beta!
C7: Prefects
Once Harry was back to 12 Grimmauld Place, he was thoroughly interrogated about everything that had happened. Fred and George seemed to be unable to stop laughing because of it. When they were celebrating, Harry\'s scar suddenly started aching and he pressed his hand against it.
"Harry? What\'s wrong?" Hermione asked.
"My scar is burning... it\'s nothing, I just need to rest." Harry murmured his answer.
Luckily nobody else had noticed his discomfort, so he soon excused himself and went back to the rooms inside his trunk. Once there, he sat on his throne. The artefact enabled him to get into a deep meditative state. It not only granted him even more rest than sleep did, it also enabled him to search his own mind for that nasty piece of a foreign person he once felt, the piece he knew was responsible for his scar hurting.
In the process, Harry had already locked away his most important memories somewhere safe deep within him.
He knew it was a slow process, but he also knew it was needed. Once he could have all of his memories but the least important locked away, that piece of Voldemort\'s mind wouldn\'t be able to hide itself inside of him any more and he would be able to do something about it.
The following days were as normal as you could get, considering their situation. Harry was everyone’s hero, because he managed to cast an infinite silencing charm onto the portrait of Sirius’ mother, so even her loudest screaming was just a quiet whisper. No one cared that it was a spell he found in one of the \'dark books\'.
Sirius was busy training everyone who wanted it in advanced spells and the skills needed to become an animagus. Those included Harry, Hermione and the whole Weasley family excepting Molly, Charlie, who was in Romania, and of cause Percy who was with the Ministry.
Kreacher either guarded his treasures, collected more of them, or lingered around Harry to fulfil his every wish, even before Harry himself knew he wanted it. This made Hermione rant on about SPEW again, but everyone ignored her speeches about the rights of house elves this time.
******
Finally the booklists arrived. Harry found, that he only needed two new books, because he already had most of the school approved books with any kind of useful spells in his trunk. Ron stared unmoving at his letter, holding something tight in his fist.
“What\'s wrong, mate? You look like you\'ve won the lottery or got expelled.” Harry said, trying to get a look at Ron\'s letter. He finally got it out of his hand and read.
“Prefect?” Harry called out. Fred and George Apparated in a moment later.
“Who\'s Prefect?” they asked in unison. Harry just gave them Ron\'s letter.
“Ron\'s got the badge?!” George stated warily.
“And we thought he was one of us...”
“Seems we where wrong.”
“Mum is going to be out of her head with joy!”
“And we\'ll have to stop our mischievous deeds or our little brother is going to give us detention!” They looked at each other.
“No way!!!” they said in unison, laughing they dropped the letter into Ron\'s lap and Disapparated.
“I always thought it would be you, Harry...” Ron whispered. Harry thought about it for a moment.
“Dumbledore can\'t afford to make me Prefect,” he finally stated.
“Between his efforts to spread the news of Voldemort’s return and the Ministry\'s denial, every sign of him favouring me would further weaken our side. Besides, you deserve it.” Ron looked at him with watery eyes.
“Harry...”
“Put it on!” Harry suggested. “Get a feeling for it.”
Ron had to pry his fist open with his other hand before he could do it, but finally his shiny new badge was on the front of his jumper, and a bright smile on his face. Suddenly the door banged open and Hermione came tearing into the room, closely followed by Ginny. She was holding her own letter and badge in her hands.
“I\'M PREFECT!!” she screamed.
“Congratulations.” Harry said. “Ron too.”
While the girls were fussing about Ron\'s shiny new badge (Hermione seemed to have forgotten her own), Mrs. Weasley appeared, lured there by the screaming. As soon, as she saw Ron\'s badge she gave a shriek and joined the girls fussing.
After some time she asked him: “And Ron, what will it be?”
“What do you mean?”
“You\'ve become Prefect, you have to get a reward. You already have an owl, so... perhaps new dress robes?”
“Fred and George already gave me new dress robes. What I\'d really want is a new broom...” he said hesitantly. Molly\'s face fell.
“Nothing expensive! Just something new...” Harry exited the room unnoticed.
“Ok, I\'ll buy you a broom...” she promised.
“Really? That\'s great!” Ron rejoiced. When Mrs. Weasley exited the room, Harry put an envelope into her hand and went back in.
On the envelope was written: \'Read this in private.\'
Molly hurried into the kitchen and opened the envelope. There were four things inside. The first was note saying:
I know, you can\'t afford to buy a new broom for Ron, but he deserves to get a really good one. That\'s why I\'ve decided to give you some of the money you need. I\'ve added a written order for Gringotts to let you withdraw a certain amount of my money, my key and a list of things I would like you to buy for me if you\'re going to Diagon Alley anyway. 222 Galleons are meant for Ron\'s broom. If you add 23 Galleons of your own, you could get him a Nimbus 2000. It may not be the latest Nimbus, but a really good one and more than he\'ll expect. Please keep this a secret from your kids for now.
Harry
PS: I\'ll be very angry at you, if you don\'t accept my offer. Angry enough to buy a much more expensive broom (a Nimbus 2003, price: 862Galleones!) and give it to Ron as a present. The reason I don\'t do that anyway is, because he would feel like a poor boy being pitied. I don\'t want that, so take the offer.
The second was the order for Gringotts, ordering them to let Molly withdraw 450 Galleons from his vault. There was also the key to the vault and the (large) list.
******
Mrs. Weasley went shopping at Diagon Alley the very same day, and handed the goods to them after she returned. Ron nearly fainted from being overjoyed at his new broom. The moment Ron had unwrapped it. Everyone else glanced over to Harry, they knew, but pretended to think it was his parent’s gift only.
“I also have presents for the Prefects!” Harry announced. He gave Ron a \'Professional Broom Cleaning Set\' and went over to Hermione.
“I hope you accept my present.” he said to her, before he took a delicate silver necklace out of his pocket and fastened it around her neck.
“I\'ve enchanted it with protective spells myself,” he informed her. “You have no idea how long I had to experiment till I got to it to cast \'Protego\' correctly.”
******
Later that day, Mrs Weasley was trying to get rid of a boggart that lived in a cabinet in one of the guest rooms. When Harry went past it, he heard her sobbing and muttering “Riddikulus” over and over again. Harry entered the room finding Molly sitting with her back pressed to one of the walls weeping, pointing her wand at the boggart, who pretended to be a clearly dead Ron.
“Riddikulus!”
Crack... a dead Fred.
Crack... Bill
Crack... Arthur Weasley
Crack... Charlie
Crack... Ginny
Crack... Harry
Harry couldn\'t bear it any more. He drew his wand, pointed it at the boggart and used one of the spells he had found in the \'dark books\'. With a hiss the creature shrank into a black pearl. When Harry picked it up, and put it into his pocket Mrs. Weasley seemed to finally realise his presence. She looked at him, still continuing to shed tears. Harry went over to her and drew her into an embrace.
“You must think I\'m silly...” she sobbed at his shoulder. “Not even being able to get rid of a boggart!”
“Every one of us has his weak moments.” Harry told her calmly. “We have to count on our friends and family to cover for us whenever we have one. You\'ve already covered several of my weak moments. I just returned the favour.” He held her, till she finally calmed down.
“Please don\'t tell Arthur,” she asked of him.
“I won’t tell anyone,” he promised, as he helped her to her feet and wiped the tears off her cheek.