The Phoenix, the Dragon, and the Thunderbird

I do not own the major characters in this story. The majority belong to J.K. Rowling

The Phoenix, the Dragon, and the Thunderbird
by: Rigel7

There is a place in the island of Britian, where the very air that you breathe is filled with what can only be described as Magick. In the heart of this region, there is a very important school. And in that school, there is a very old man with a really big problem. The entirety of the wizarding world was in grave danger, and the weapon that is to be used in the conflict needed to be tempered, sharpened, and honed to perfection. After having given fifteen years of thought to the problem, Albus Dumbledore made a decision on what to do.

With a fiery twinkle in his eyes, the Headmaster got up from his desk to reach into a cabinet that had not been opened in over a hundred years. Reaching into the inky depths of the cabinet, he pulled out a small bag covered in amazing quill-work. Returning to his desk, Dumbledore set up a small brazier and lit the coals that lay within.
Opening the bag, he pulled out a smaller pouch, and a long pipe. Along with these, he retrieved a squash rattle, and a lump of some kind of resin. Crumbling some of the resin, he cast it onto the coals of the brazier. As the scent of great pine trees and clean air filled the air of his office, he filled the pipe with a mixture of herbs from the pouch. Lighting the pipe, he relaxed back into the comfort of his chair and planned his request.

As the two different smokes filled the room, a glowing, blue sphere appeared in the air in front of his face. After the blue swirled in it's depths for a moment, the scene cleared, and he was looking into a face that he had not seen in many, many years. "I trust that I have not called at an inopportune time?" he asked, with his eyes twinkling madly. "But I have a proposition for you, my old friend." A voice filled with the power and depth of the forests of the wild and free places chuckled throughout the room, "Albus, you old goat, how the hell are you?"

Chapter one, In Surrey


In a very average neighborhood in Little Whinging, at number four, Privet Drive, a beefy walrus of a man was enjoying his favorite past time. "Boy!!! Get yourself down here, and I mean now!!!!!!" The target of his anger was shortly running down the stairs, looking half starved and bruised. "Yes, Uncle Vernon? What can I do for you?" he asked with only a small bit of fear. The boy was obviously not well-fed nor was he treated with any kind of care in this house, but until he was of age, he could not leave here.
"I have a lot of things for you to get done today, boy, and I better not have any trouble out of you about it, now get breakfast ready." He demanded. "And it had better be the way that I like it, or else!!" Turning to go upstairs to his bedroom, the walrus was muttering about "abnormal freaks and ungrateful wretches" as he waddled off.. Making his way into the kitchen, the boy was talking to himself. "Just great, all I need is for Uncle Walrus and the rest of the zoo to be on my case again. Another lovely day in the life of Harry Potter. Merlin! I want to get away from here." Pulling the pans onto the stove, the "Boy Who Lived" started cooking for the family that hated him. "I just hope that I can make it thru the day without another round of "Hunting Harry", Gods, I hate having to be here!" he thought.

The normal run of the day was, Vernon yelling at Harry, Petunia being her usual waspish self, looking down her nose at Harry, and their fat, loathesome son, Dudley, doing all in his power to make Harry's life a living hell. Today, Dudley was planning to find out how much it took to break legs and arms. You see, Dudley was the kind of boy that enjoyed torturing any kind of animal that he could get his fat-grubby hands on, and there was no better target for his "fun", than causing pain for his freak of a cousin. He was actually rubbing his hands in glee with his plans for the day. Unfortunately for the lovely Dursley family, Harry had gotten a letter by owl, last night. And he was about to turn the Dursley houshold on it's collective ear.

Thinking back to the delivery that he got thru his wonderful Snowy Owl, Hedwig, Harry smiled. There was no warmth in the smile, only an unholy glee. The letters were the usual kind that he got from his friends, and one from the school. The letter from school was from Proffessor Dumbledore, himself. "Harry, my boy", the letter began, "I hope that things with your "family" are not being too much for you to deal with at the moment. However, it has come to my attention that you are being subjected to an inordinate amount of physical and mental abuse. Therefore, I hope that this message will give you a bit of security. Harry, I have pushed thru the ministry that you must be allowed to protect yourself from any more damage. I know that you can do wandless magick, so there should not be any more trouble from the family. Don't kill them, just remind them that you have a great deal of power at your disposal I will be there tomorrow to tell the Dursleys how the world will work from now on. Arabella is keeping a close eye on things, so if you need to get out for a while, go to her. You are really a joy to know, Harry Potter, I hope that you enjoy the new school year as much as I think that you will. There are many changes coming this year, and I know that you will be strong. As an old friend once told me,"The dragon is not really hatched until it is in the sky." With luck, your dragon will find it's wings soon.
signed

Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

After reading and giving replies to the rest of his mail, Harry spent the next few hours pracitsing some of the basics and more advanced spells that he knew. Tomorrow was going to be a lot of fun, for him.

Harry did not really mind cooking. It gave him something to do while he thought. And today...Harry thought how good it would be to finally get those twin tubs of lard to leave him alone. But how to do it? Nodding to himself, he decided to let them make the first move. "Then we will see what they think of Me being in control." At this thought, his smile became even wider, almost feral.

Just as Harry was finished cooking, the rest of the occupants of number 4 Privet Drive descended to the table. Glaring at the empty table, Vernon started yelling," Boy, get our breakfast out here NOW!!!" The fat man had hardly finished his bellow, when he saw the plates and pans flying out of the kitchen towards him and his family. "Put a sock in it, you old walrus" he heard his good for nothing nephew say. Petunia was getting a pinched, frightened look on her face, and Dudley was trying to lever himself up off of his chair to pound on his cousin when their worst nightmare walked into the room. Harry looked like a thundercloud of rage, and Petunia just knew that things were going to be very different from now on. Vernon was going quite red in the face, and was about to start bellowing at the nerve of this little pathetic child that he had had control over for the past fifteen years. But before he could even open his mouth to start, Harry silenced him with a look. "Now Uncle," Harry began, "we are going to come to an understanding today, and I really do not care if you like it or not. I have gotten authority to do magick to protect myself from ALL harm, and that includes the wonderful family that I have had to endure for most of my life. I am tired of being the whipping boy around here for your lack of compassion and hate. Make one move, Dudley, and I will show you how much it takes to break bones." Dudley got a terrified look on his face, and stammered "You can't do that, they will know and you will get expelled from that freak school that you go to." Harry just got a bigger smile on his face and replied with malice, "But Dudderpoo, I am not using my wand. I don't have to any more."

After Harry dropped that bombshell on them, he turned back to his fat uncle. "I know that you have been getting paid for all the years that I have been living here. And I also know how much you got. Today, Aunt Petunia and I are going shopping, because I refuse to wear the cast-offs from that greasy pig of your son anymore. Do I make myself clear?" Looking at both his Aunt and Uncle Harry continued," In fact, my dear family, I know exactly how much of MY mony has been spent on that slob over the years. Today, I am calling in the debt." " Oh, and before I forget, my Headmaster said that he is coming by this evening to see you all." Getting up from the table, Harry called back, "I will be ready to go in half an hour, Aunt, we have much to do today." "What makes you think that you have any say around here, boy?" Vernon bellowed. Before he could say another word, Harry turned on him and they could feel the entire house start to shake with the force of wild magick. "Because I have the magick, you old fat fool!" With a small wave of his hand, Vernon and Dudley were both asleep in a nightmare. They were dreaming of all the things that they had done to Harry over the years, but the difference to these dreams was the point of view. They were being abused by themselves in the dreams and neither one of them could understand how they could live thru all of it.

Whistling a tune, Harry went on up the stairs to get ready for his very first shopping spree.