Harry Potter, Black Phoenix by Darknessallover

A/N: I'm sorry to all those reading this but I had trouble with a chapter, I've re-written the chapters, but the main plot still stays the same. Long lives the Darkness!

'Why does everything happen to me?' Thought the young man lying on his bed, 'my parents, Cedric, and Sirius. Why did it happen? Why, why, WHY?' it was the same question that he had been asking himself for days.

He was on his fourth day, locked himself in his room. He turned and looked at the calendar above his bed, now he had 56 days left instead of 60. 'God it was going to be a long summer.' If only Dumbledore had let him know everything when he asked, or ever better, the day he entered the wizarding world. But no, he kept everything from him until: 1) it was too late, and 2) he was in no shape to really take it in.

Damn Dumbledore, damn Snape for not teaching him when he was supposed to, damn Bellatrix for killing Sirius, and damn Voldemort for choosing him. The only person who was there for him unconditionally was Hermione but she too had turned her back on him, and starts going out with Ron. He wasn't even mad at Hermione for going out with someone else, it was that it was Ron, that annoying, little prat that saw nothing of the pain in him, just what was forced on him. He had no one. Not a single person that truly cared for him.

' If they turned on him, well he will turn on them.' He thought to himself, and then out loud, "They want to control me? Well let them try."

He got up and stretched his atrophy muscles put on some cloths, and stuck his invisibility cloak in his pocket, wand in pocket too. Downstairs and into the kitchen, the clock over the stove said 11:45. The Dursleys, his relatives, were already eating lunch. He grabbed a plate went to the fridge and made a sandwich, all the while being eyed by his 'family'. He sat down and started eating. When he had finished, he sat back, the Durselys still watching him. He looked across at them, "You know what?" he asked them amicably, "I'm going out into town to find a job, if anyone comes around looking for me tell 'em to go screw. Okay?" They nodded stupidly.

He walked into the little shop, it was a pawnshop with a guy who happened to be a loan shark or so he had heard from the guys standing in the ally next door. He looked around, there were all sorts of junk on shelves and such, the guy behind the counter was arguing with a customer. "If you don't pay back the loan, and the interest you'll be seeing a couple of my employees!" the customer walked out and shot a dirty look at the man.

"Hey kid, looking for something?" he was about six foot, balding black hair and looked to be able to throw you across the room no effort. "Yeah, something to do. I need to do something, anything, I'll do it, no cost or anything, just to do something." The man looked over him suspiciously, "What's the catch, you want protection or something?" He kept looking at him trying to find the secret that wasn't there. "Please, give me something to do so you know that you can trust me." He pleaded; the man frowned in concentration, and walked into the back room.

Harry stood inside looking over the various items in there; a set of knives in a display case caught his attention. Very long, almost dagger like, he felt connected to the short daggers.

The man came out to see the boy staring at a set of daggers no one really wanted. He was holding a backpack in one hand. "Hey kid, here," tossing Harry the bag, "take this across town to the owner of a place called, The Eclipse. Tell him it's from Pat." Harry took it, his first thought was what was in the bag, and his second was he didn't care. "Okay, sure."

He took the bag and threw it across his shoulders; he went to a telephone box to look up the location of this place. Once he found it, he set off, he was going to be walking for a while, when Pat said it was across town, he meant it. He would probably be walking for an hour. He walked along, thinking and ordering his mind. He had things he wanted to do. But they could wait, he would enjoy himself for now, do things impulsively. The first thing he would do in his leisure was get a car or something; it was damn boring to be walking these types of errands.

The second would be to protect himself, if he was to be doing this type of stuff all summer, well he knew at one point or another he was going to get into trouble. There may be a prophecy saying only Tommy boy could kill him, but he was sure that he could be extremely injured and that would piss him off.

He finally made it to the place; it was a bar, underneath a small shop up above. He walked down the stairs to the entrance, it was open and he walked in. there was no one there, except the bartender, "Hey are you the owner of this place?" Harry inquired; he wanted to go back maybe he could do something else. "Who's asking?" The bartender asked him, suspicious, "A guy named Pat sent me." He answered, the man looked relieved, "Yeah, I am. What does he have for me?" he shot at Harry, "I don't know, he just gave me this," he slid the bag across the counter, "and told me to give it to you."

The man opened the bag and pulled out a small stack of pounds, he counted them and then, looked up amazed at Harry, "You didn't take any of it!?" Harry looked at him confused, "You didn't even open the bag." The owner looked at him, "Well, you passed the test with flying colors," Harry's confusion ebbed a bit at this, 'of course it was a test, stupid' Harry told himself. "Even I would have you work for me, here," he reached under the table and grabbed two things, a suitcase, and another bag,

"If you take this case to the owner of the place across the street from Pat's and the bag to Pat's, I'll give you three hundred pounds, but only if both are unopened and untouched." Harry looked a bit shocked at the money offered to deliver a couple of things; he could learn to like this. Harry nodded, the man then reached under again, and pulled three things, a few pounds, a bottle of lime wine cooler, and a knife. He gave all of these to Harry; "Here I don't know how you got here, but take a cab this time. You can have the drink; it's really hot out. And if someone gets a little to interested in the case or bag, that knife should help." He grinned; Harry stuffed the knife in a pocket, along with the money. He took off the cap to the bottle, tipped it back and took a sip. "By the by, my name is Nate." Harry nodded absently, he was looking at the bottle in surprise, it was REALLY good. He downed the bottle and looked up to see the amused face of Nate, "Never seen a kid down a bottle a like that, you can have another if you want." He pulled another out, and handed it to Harry who put it in his pocket for later, he would have to get more of these things.

He said goodbye to Nate and went outside to hail a cab, once he was out he went into the shop across the street from Pat's, it was a bank. He went inside and to a door that said "Sean Deaby, Owner and Manager" he knocked on the door ignoring the protests of the tellers. A young man opened it, and looked down at him, "May I help you," he said pompously, Harry held up a case, "Nate from the Eclipse, Told me to give you this." He said holding up the case, Sean dragged him inside the office. "Ok, how much did he give you to do this?"

Harry watched the man, he seemed to be anxious about something, he kept eyeing the case. "He IS going to give me 300 pounds. Why?" Sean looked a little shocked, "That's all he's giving you? Do you know what is in this case?" Harry continued watching just to make sure he wouldn't try anything, "No." Sean's eyes widened, "And I don't really care, I'm just the delivery boy. I take the stuff where they tell me, and keep my nose out." Sean looked impressed "Ok, I'll give you 200 pounds to never mention this briefcase again." He whispered, pointing towards the case on his desk. He pulled a few notes and put them in Harry's hand. Harry nodded to him, and walked out. What did he care about a case, and why did these people think he would go snooping through the packages?

Back outside Harry crossed the street and went back into the pawnshop, he went up to Pat who was sitting behind the counter and reading a book. Harry lay down the bag in front of Pat, "Okay here, I completed your test. I hope I earned your trust 'cause I earned a couple others." He looked at the daggers and sheaths on display they looked good. They were marked at 150 pounds for 5 daggers, well, four daggers and a short sword. "Hey Pat can I buy those," pointing at the set, Pat looked at them, "Yeah, take 'em, I haven't been able to get rid of them for ages, no charge."

He unlocked the case and handed the knives to Harry, who strapped them on. Two went on his forearms, two on his calves; these were 5½-inch blades, and a longer 12-inch blade that swung under his arm, on a rope going over his head. Harry gave his thanks and went out to collect his fee from Nate.