Shadow Phoenix

Thanks to momoko, Dark Dragen & JohnnyK for the great reviews.



@ Dark Dragen: He can't, because he don't wants to take away the free will of his friends or other innocent girls.

For F/F and moresomes, you'll have to wait for chapter 28... hehe M/F/F will happen earlier.

About slaves: in Shadow Phoenix, Harry will have a (Sex) Slave (but she'll have to serve the whole DA).

In SP II &/or III I'll let him steal the Black sisters from Voldemort. (Death Eater = Slave)

There will be some rape. He'll be nice to Narcissa though. (Not only because she's Draco's mother...)

I perfectly understand, why Harry wasn't made Prefect in year 5... Ron'll have to give it up in year 6 though. I'll give him something else.

Yes, he doesn't deserve it.

He has only got it, so two griffindor Prefects are on Harry's side.

Same in the books!

Is today soon enough? (same day... ok, it was before 13minutes... shit. You know, what I mean.)



@ JohnnyK: Well, because of the same reason Harry wont have a harem, he wont refuse any girls, who want sex with him.

His fangirls haven't yet heard of it, but that's only a matter of time.

I think in SP II they'll have... what leaves him busy at night.

The first of them will know (and get laid) at the end of SP.

Isn't that even better than a Harem?

That way I can pair them up with others as well.





C8: Hogwarts Express







The next morning Harry and the others were brought to King's Cross Station platform 9 ¾ by an escort of 6 members of the order. Even Sirius accompanied them in his animagus form.







Once on the train, Ron and Hermione went to the Prefect's carriage. Fred and George went away with Lee, claiming they had to talk business with him, while Ginny and Harry met up with Neville on their search for an empty compartment.







On their way, even more stares and whispers followed Harry than usual. He had already anticipated this. Nearly a whole week had passed since the Daily Prophet wrote articles headed 'Harry Potter pureblood Lord', 'Harry Potter knows the law better than Minister of Magic' or 'Harry Potter shows Fudge his place'.







He was glad the Prophet wrote only the truth for a change. The three finally settled for the one only occupied by Luna Lovegood, a weird Ravenclaw girl in Ginny's year, who was reading the Quibbler. It was more than an hour later, when Hermione and Ron finally showed up, immediately grabbing some of Harry's sweets.







“Guess who’s the Slytherin Prefect?” Ron asked.







“Malfoy.” Harry simply replied.







“Right, and that stupid cow Pansy Parkinson.” Hermione said viciously.







“She can't be as stupid as she seems to be.” Harry mentioned. “Her marks are nearly as good as Hermione's. If the gossip about her is right, she is Draco's bed mate. Besides, her father is a Death Eater.” They gasped at him. He shrugged.







“We need to know our enemy,” he said. “Who's Prefect in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff?”







“Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil for Ravenclaw and Ernie Macmillan and Hanna Abbott for Hufflepuff.” Hermione answered. “Is this the Quibbler?” she asked Luna, looking at the magazine, that the girl held upside down.







“Yes,” the girl replied dreamily. “I am trying to figure out the Hex that should be revealed, if you turn these Runes here upside down...” Hermione muttered something that sounded like 'rubbish'.







Luna must have heard her, because she looked at her as angrily as she was able to, and informed her: “My father's the editor!”







“I – oh... I didn't... it got some interesting... I mean it's quite...” Hermione was 'rescued' by Draco Malfoy opening their compartment.







“Let's see, if this isn't our dear hero Lord Potter and his followers,” he said, making Crabbe and Goyle snigger.







“Ah, Draco Malfoy, the heir of the Lord of Malfoy.... Why don't you wear your family crest? I thought that a proud pureblood like you would never cover his status.” Harry replied, tapping his index finger onto the crests on his own robe.







“Mind your manners, Potter! Unlike you, I have made a Prefect, which means that unlike you I have the power to hand out punishments. I could give you detention.” Draco stated. “How do you like being second best to Weasley?” Harry puzzled everyone by bursting into laughter.







When he finally got a grip on himself he answered: “I don't have the time to fulfil the duty of a Prefect. Dumbledore knows this. But even if they thought Ron was better than me, I wouldn't mind. He's my best friend. You know the advantages this holds for me, don't you?”







“You're talking like a Slytherin.” Malfoy observed confused. “What's happened to you?”







“Why don't I tell you in private? I've something to tell you anyway.” Harry stood up and passed Malfoy and his friends, walking away down the train corridor.







“Without my Prefect friends present you will indeed be able to give me detention,” he reminded Draco.







“You stay right here.” Malfoy told his followers, not able to resist his curiosity.







When he joined Harry, he ordered: “Now, tell me, Potter.”







Harry first cast a sphere of light around them, keeping out any nosy glances and erasing the sound trying to pass through.







“We need to do this in private, as I said,” he stated. “I’ve changed because of power, Draco. I found I didn't have enough and am changing that.”







“Why are you suddenly this polite, Potter? Afraid of a little detention?”







“No Draco. I'm polite because of what I want to talk to you about. I found some information that might or might not be quite interesting to you. First, did you know that Voldemort's real name was Tom Riddle and he is a half-blood fathered by a Muggle?” Draco just narrowed his eyelids to slits.







“Second, I found, that the marks that every Death Eater wears are slave brands.”







“You lie!” Draco accursed him angry.







“It's not a lie. You can confirm it any time you want, if you get hold of a copy of 'The History of Wizarding Slavery'. There should be one in the forbidden branch of the library in Hogwarts. After you’ve confirmed my information, you can decide if your pureblood pride allows you to become a mere slave of a half-blood wannabe Lord, or not. If you decide you would rather be Lord of Malfoy than a slave, I will offer my friendship to you.”







“WHAT?” Malfoy almost screamed in shock.







“I once declined your offer of friendship. But there aren't enough of us free purebloods around to allow the highest royalty like us to feud for petty reasons. At least not in times like these. By the time I will become of age, I'll be Lord of Potter. If my godfather dies without fathering a son of his own first, I'll become Lord of Black too. You will at sometime become Lord of Malfoy. If I accuse your father of being a slave before the Wizengamot once I'm a Lord, he'll get disowned if he hasn't gotten rid of the brand by then. Which would then make you the next Lord of Malfoy, if you can prove you also do not bear a slave brand.” Harry stopped, but got no reply.







“I plan on giving the Weasley family enough to get them back in power from being impoverished. If I do so I will have not only the power of the Potter and the Black family at my hands, but also the power of a third royal pureblood family. Don't you want to be my equal rather then a half-blood’s slave? Take your time.. My offer counts as long as you don't bear a slave brand."







"I will investigate this Potter!" he all but hissed.







"That's all I asked for, Draco." Harry replied and erased the privacy sphere.







"By the way Potter, an hour detention with Filch tomorrow for using magic in the train corridor.” Malfoy mentioned. Harry just laughed out loud.