Hey everyone! SuperXBrother here to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving! To celebrate Turkey Day, I'm releasing the fifth chapter of The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Chamber! So what are you all waiting for? Go grab a fork and a knife, pull up your chair, take a big bite out of that juicy bird, and enjoy your meal with a good ol' side of The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Chamber!
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Last Time on The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Chamber….
After that fiasco, things were pretty boring. More names were called. More people walking down the path, expecting to be proclaimed Merlin reborn.
At last, as the clock chimed seven once more, the time had come.
"The House of Potter. Harry James."
Harry took a deep breath and shut off everyone from his mind. He was not going to take any chances. Everyone's eyes were upon him as he exited the mass crowd. A million faces stared back at him as he walked silently up the walkway to the circle.
The walk took an eternity to cross and he was alone.
But eternity soon caught up with him and before he knew it, the Merlin Circle stood before him.
Harry took a deep breath and stepped into the Circle.
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The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Chamber
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Harry stood in the center of the dais, his eyes discretely studying the surrounding crowd.
There was silence as Magical Britain watched in amazement of the crowning of the heir of Merlin himself. After all, who else could it be? Dumbledore, chief warlock, order of merlin first class, the leader of the light, hadn't been selected. If he was not Merlin reborn, than whom better than his golden boy, Harry Potter, who learned all he knew from the great Albus Dumbledore himself?
Harry shrugged and proceeded to step off the platform when one very pissed off ancient wizard made his presence known once again.
"Mr. Potter! The ritual is not yet complete!" Albus Dumbledore all but screamed.
Without another word, Harry Potter looked down towards his best friend, shrugged, and returned to the center and began the game of waiting once more.
Nothing. Flat out nothing happened.
"It appears….that Mr. Potter is…not Merlin reborn…." Dumbledore said begrudgingly.
"Well, that was anti-climactic." Harry said as he, finally, stepped of the dais. He'd been forced to stand absolutely still for five minutes straight (after all, no chances could be taken) and his legs were killing him.
"You'd think they were expecting something." Ginny spoke merrily; her eyes glancing at a many mouths hanging so low, their owner's aristocratic faces were becoming smeared in dirt fresh off the cobblestone earth.
'Don't forget you turn's coming up Ginny.' Rowena warned.
'Not for a while. It'll be another hour before we get to the R's.' It'll be midnight before we hit my family."
'You've got me there.'
Miss Weasley was absolutely correct. Hours and hours passed as each and every name was read off that bloody, never-ending piece of rag of a scroll. Eleven fifty nine slowly ticked by and the Weasley Family had yet to be called.
"Told ya." Ginny said.
"Shut it." The Founders shot back.
Harry just grinned at this exchange.
"The House of Weasley!" The Headmaster called out monotonously, whether from exhaustion or disregard to the family blindly faithful to him, Harry did not know. Minister Fudge sat portly
He looked around and saw that few of the population were bothering to pay attention, many in fact were snoring away, a bit hypocritical considering they had declared him and Ginny "snot nosed brats" for not following proper pureblooded tradition.
The patriarch of the Weasley Family calmly stepped onto the dais as commanded.
It was clear that Charlie was not happy about being recalled to participate in an idiotic attempt to revere a man who's been dead for thousands of years.
"Bill and Charlie never bought any of the B.S. mum and dad told us about Dumbledore and all that proper pureblood etiquette." Ginny explained. "Same for me and the twins. Dad's too quiet to go against mum. Only Ron and Percy believed what we were taught."
Harry couldn't help it. "Fredrick Fabian…?"
Fred glared at Harry before he and his twin, "George Fabian", walked up to the circle together, much to the anger of the few that were still awake.
"They can't do that!"
The twins waited four and a half seconds before shrugging. Together, they jumped off the stage identically, before returning to their family and an enraged mother.
"You foolish….raised you two better than this…of all the stupid-"
"Ginerva Molly" Albus called, his voice filled with disgust at the mention of the girl. Ginny took a deep breath. Harry gave her hand a squeeze and smiled at her.
"Just six seconds." He whispered.
Ginny nodded and clambered up the steps to the ring of Merlin. She took a deep breath and stepped into the ring.
Within a second, she felt a familiar sensation, not unlike what Harry had explained. She quickly proceeded to cut off all connections to her magic. The sensation faded away. Ginny breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back onto the ground, returning to her friends.
The matriarch strode up the walkway like she was a famous model, basking in the glow of the attention. After all, she was one hundred percent pure. How could she not be the reincarnation of Merlin? She marched up onto the stone loop. Much to her anger, she too received no indication that she was the sacred incarnation of Merlin.
Percival pompously walked up to the circle with his head held proud and high. He arrogantly waited for the natural spotlight to fall upon him. When it failed to show however, he dejectedly returned to the crowd, consoled by his tearful mother.
The little power that emanated from the various runes died immediately as he crossed the line.
"What? Stupid rock! It's broken! Of course I'm the heir!" Ron bellowed. Despite all the racket, only two members of the crowd were roused from their slumber.
Ron was silenced and levitated off the dais by Albus once he realized the young wizard was making a scene.
Bill was probably the quietest, most grounded, and most level headed of all the Weasleys, besides his little sister. He simply walked up to the stage, waited ten seconds, and then stepped off for the next person in line.
The sun rose slowly into the skies as July eighth came into existence. And still the ceremony continued on.
"Ugh….how much longer….?" Harry groaned, his legs killing him, as Griselda Yukeoni strode on top of the stage.
"No clue." Said Neville, trying to get a better view of who hadn't been announced yet.
"I think we're finally at the Z's." Hermione said sleepily. Draco did not comment; for he was far too busy snoring away, much to the amusement of the children.
And just as the twenty five letters before it, the Z's passed by, lacking of any form of a hitch. A surge of displeasure and ire washed over the masses of magical England as Zubagini, Tobias trudged off the stage, hanging his head in complete and utter shame.
Albus trembled, be it from rage, from nervousness, or some other stupid, pointless reason, Harry Potter didn't know nor did Harry Potter care.
"Merlin has not revealed himself to us on this date. The seventh day of the seventh month. The most magical date each year can provide. But despair not my fellow witches and wizards! We are Merlin's last followers! His final cohorts! Our brothers near and far have deviated from the path laid before us. But I say different! We shall not fall into the darkness. We shall not lose sight of our heritage, our rights, our tradition! We deserve his blessing for we are his last people! We are his children and I know we shall not fail! Our mission will prosper! We will find our ruler, our savior! We will find Merlin!"
And Merlin only had one thing to say.
'Get a life!'
After the Ceremony, the rest of summer passed by pretty quickly. Harry, Ginny continued their vacation from Hogwarts with the Tonks Family. And unlike his first ten years with the Dursleys, for the first time, Harry was actually enjoying time away from school.
Draco, Hermione, and the Twins came over at least once a week. Each visit filled with pranks, studies, and laughter.
Harry's birthday was the highlight of the entire break. Especially after the twin's "present." Harry had suspected their gift would be rigged with explosives, gross-out gags, and other sticky, disgusting surprises waiting just inside that cute, little giftwrapped box. That fluffy, pink bow really drove him on edge. Harry had cast every last spell he could muster onto that delightfully pink package.
One minute later, he had found himself covered head-to-toe in Dungbomb sap.
There was a lesson to be learned from this day, particularly for all the muggles, witches, and wizards out there in the world.
NEVER try to outsmart a prank cutesy of Fred and George Weasley.
After the day he just had, Albus thought it couldn't get any worse.
So naturally, it did.
The Merlin Ceremony was a total bomb. They hadn't found the reincarnation of Merlin.
Nearly a grand total of fifteen thousand had shown up. Not one had lived up to the hype. Not even himself. Not Harry. Not one of the Weasley. Not anyone.
The Ministry had blown over ten thousand Galleons to cover the cost of the ceremony. It would've been worth it, had a certain reincarnation been bothered to show up. Now, the Ministry had greatly stagnated the economy. It would take years before that kind of money was recollected.
But what really had Dumbledore pissed was Stone.
No not the bloody Stone he had borrowed from that philosopher Flammel, although he was still pretty livid about that whole episode.
No it was Stone that had him irate.
Just one year ago, he had met a strange youth whose power had been astronomical. Albus had been astounded by the boy, but those blasted Goblins had taken his attention away from what mattered.
When asked for his name, the boy replied with one word.
Albus had been searching text after text, scanned all of the ancient scrolls. But there was nothing. Not one mere passage depicting the Stone Family.
He had then shrugged it off, thinking the boy to me a muggle-born. He told himself that a boy from such origins could never possess such power.
Albus had halted his quest for the Stone Family.
But as much as he tried, despite the countless attempts via his Pensieve, he could not empty his mind of the thought that he had missed something, a connection.
And now, at the Ceremony of Merlin, there had been no sign of the Stone boy once more.
Immediatley after the ritual, Albus had spoken with Fudge about the absence of the Stone Family. Fudge had looked at him like he'd lost his mind. Albus asked to refer to the Ministry's Hall of Records.
And what had been his answer? He had been denied! This was an outrage!
Albus knew that Stone was real. The boy had clearly removed all traces leading to him. Who else would have done such a thing? That child…..he had to be the Heir of Merlin.
Albus would find that boy. He would find him, no matter the cost.
And once he did, then his true plan would come into fruitation.
The day had arrived that Harry would journey to tour the Ministry of Magic. He would be accompanying Andromeda, who worked at the Ministry. As promised, Cornelius Fudge would be there to guide young Harry to understand his proper place in their wondrous society.
Exiting one of the several fireplaces, Harry and Andromeda stepped down the halls of the Atrium. Harry shook his head as his gaze fell upon the golden fountain that laid at the end of the grand hall. A beautiful witch, a noble looking wizard, a house elf, a centaur, and a goblin. The latter three stared up in awe at the magnificence of the aristocratic humans. Sparkling water danced its way out of the strangest of paces. There was the spout shooting from the wizard's wand whilst the House elf trickled water out of its large ears.
"The Fountain of Magical Brethren. And a lie." Andromeda said, frowning at the glittering statue. She wrapped an arm around Harry and led him away from the centerpiece of the Ministry.
They stopped at the Security Desk, where Harry reluctantly handed his wand to the guard. The Holly one. No way in Hades would he give up his platinum wand. The Ministry employee placed the rod atop a wand weigher and began taking notes.
"Hmm…. Holly and Phoenix…eleven inches….been in use…..for a little over one year?"
"Very well. Everything seems to be in order."
The wizard handed the wand back to Harry.
"Ah Harry my boy!" The voice of a certain Minister of Magic boasted behind them. They turned and sure enough the rotund politician waddled his way over to them. "So wonderful to see you my boy!"
'Ugh…why does he always think I'm his boy?' Harry groaned silently.
"So many things to do, people to meet!" Fudge continued. "Well, we must be off."
"I'll stop by your office to take Harry home Minister." Andromeda said.
"That'll be splendid!" Fudge said, waving her off. "Don't worry about Harry, I'll take care of him."
'I'm dead.' Harry grumbled.
"That's the spirit my boy!" said Fudge, who had misinterpreted his mumbling.
Fudge led young Mr. Potter on a grand tour of the entire Ministry. He showed Harry each Department, describing its various functions and duties. Harry made mental notes about the various key factors that played into the magical government's structure.
They stepped into an Elevator that was used for transportation to the various floors. Following them were several free flying paper airplanes.
"Interdepartmental memos." Cornelius explained as the gate shut and the lift began moving. "We used to use owls, mess was unbelievable."
"Paper airplanes?" Harry asked. Surprised that wizards would use such a muggle-fied custom.
"Don't you mean Aeroplanes? That's the proper term." Fudge stated, knowing that he was correct.
Harry sighed but said nothing. Wizarding stupidity strikes once again.
"…ah here we are! Second Floor. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Fudge said as the iron gate slid open.
Harry took in the sight before him. It reminded him of a long, orderly hallway not unlike one seen in an office building. Blank white walls with various bulletin boards lined with black and white photos of criminals and investigations. Various corridors stretched in and out, connecting the passages with each other.
It was neat, simple, and orderly.
Fudge saw Harry's stare. "I know. It's a bit unorthodox. The other Departments are far more interesting. You've got your Auror Office of course. It includes the academy where potential witches and wizards train. Down that hall is the Improper Use of Magic Office. I'm rather fond of it. Right beside it is the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Sector. And over…oho! Look who it is!"
A man came walking very quickly down the hall to their left, clearly bound for them. His eyes were focused solely on Harry.
"Harry. This is Rufus Scrimgeour." Fudge announced once the man came to a stop. He is the head of the Auror Office in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
Harry's first impression of Scrimgeour was that he looked like an old lion. His long brown hair had numerous streaks of grey within their strands. His eyes were seriously yellowing; Harry was a bit wary about that fact. Scrimgeour had a streak of toughness about him, as if waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
And Harry knew this was one of those times.
"Ever consider becoming an Auror Harry?" Rufus asked kindly after shaking hands as an introduction.
Harry knew exactly what this politician was playing at. Andromeda had drilled into his mind everything to expect when dealing with politics.
In short, it was a bloodbath.
All the offices would be competing against each other in order to have the Boy Who Lived in their employment. There would be bribes, suggestions, demands. Politicians would do anything to get what they wanted.
And whether he liked it or not, Harry was famous. And that made him an opportunity too good to pass up for the Ministry.
'Two can play at this game, Scrim.' Harry thought.
"I appreciate the suggestion sir. But however, right now I'm keeping an open mind and considering all my options before I make a choice."
Fudge unknowingly helped Harry. "Well stated Harry!"
Whatever Scrimgeour had been expecting him to say, that clearly wasn't it. "W-well, of course Mr. Potter. But just remember that my door is always open should you consider applying. I believe that you would go far in your endeavors."
With a swirl of his cloak, he turned and left them standing by the Lift.
"Come now Harry, much more to see."
Back at the Tonks household, Ginny sat in her room meditating. She had ensured the door was locked tight and sound proofed the area.
She materialized into existence within her mindscape, atop the budding palace she and Harry had constructed.
She gazed off into the distance and sighed.
"What's the matter my child?" A soft female voice spoke behind her. It was a voice filled with an immeasurable amount of knowledge.
She was the Founder of her house.
"I don't know what to do anymore." Ginny breathed.
Rowena walked to the balcony and stood side by side with her student.
"If you're not confused, then you are not paying attention." The Founder spoke softly.
"Harry's just been so weird these days. One minute he's happy. Then the next he's got this coldness in his eyes. Then the net minute, he switches back to being happy. It's maddening!"
"He has been becoming distant over these past few months, but I think it Is not for the reasons you believe."
"Then why won't he even talk to me anymore? Why doesn't he even care that our link is all but gone?"
Ginny succumbed to her tears. Rowena rubbed her back.
"My dear, why were you sorted into my house?"
Ginny sniffed. "Because the House thought I was smart."
"I have a riddle for you. What is knowledge?"
Ginny stared at her Founder. A question that had no clear answer. She thought about the Four Houses that made up Hogwarts. The house of the Brave. The House of the Loyal. The House of the Ambitious. Together, the Four stood as the Pillars of Hogwarts. If one fell, the others would soon follow.
"Nothing. There is no answer."
Rowena nodded. "The only true wisdom is accepting that you can never know everything. It is an endless search. For every problem one solves another will take its place."
Ginny said nothing, for she knew Rowena was right.
She would find the answer. But there would always be another question out there, waiting.
"And I'd like to introduce you to my Senior Undersecretary, Delores Umbridge."
The first thought that passed through his mind as Harry glanced at Umbridge?
He couldn't help it. Umbridge's resemblance to a certain amphibian was uncanny. A broad, flabby face, bulging, pig eyes, and less neck than Uncle Vernon. She stood at an imposing five foot zero and wore a robe of blood-curdling pink. All topped off with a pretty little black bow, which resembled a large, juicy fly.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Madame." Harry found himself saying, trying his hardest not to puke.
"Hem-hem. The feeling is mutual Mr. Potter. I am happy to see that you are, at last, taking your first steps in understanding your place in our society."
She spoke in such a shrill, girly voice that Harry wanted to gag. She sounded sincere, but he knew immediately that this toady woman would use any means possible to grab power. Her voice was so pompous, it seemed like she truly believed that she owned the Ministry and everyone in it.
Umbridge continued. "It is the greatest shame to watch as more and more miscreants and ignorant citizens come forth and receive jobs within the Ministry. Most particularly since they attempt on a timely basis to disrupt our proper society. Their education is has become woefully uneven, what with all the changes in staff each year at Hogwarts School. It is of greatest importance to ensure that our children receive a proper education about the importance of our world and of our customs. We must uphold our traditions and preserve the laws that protect them."
Harry stared at the toad. She continued speaking but he didn't want to hear anymore of her idiotic, racist views. With all the B-S-ing removed, she had outright stated that Mudbloods are stupid savages that are foolishly attempting to overthrow the government in order to take over the world.
"….I look forward to doing business with you Mr. Potter." Umbridge finished her monologue of proper pureblood etiquette before turning around and walking away.
"…shall we continue on with the tour Harry?" Said Fudge nervously.
Harry followed after a slight hesitation.
When he finished the tour later that day, he had been escorted to Andromeda's office.
Harry Potter left the Ministry of Magic with only one thing in mind.
The Ministry was a %#$%$-ed up piece of shit.
September had arrived before Harry knew it. Just last week, the family had made a trip down to Diagon Alley to purchase their school supplies. Unfortunately, their outing got off to a rocky start after Harry had made a wrong turn in the Floo Network and somehow ended up in Knockturn Alley.
They had met up with Hermione and Neville at Madame Malkin's. Together they all ventured into Flourish and Blotts to pick up their books.
This year's Defence teacher had assigned seven Gilderoy Lockhart books. Andromeda had cast one look at the list and said they weren't fit even for kindling.
Harry and Ginny knew in an instant that this year would yield nothing once again.
Without warning, a hand shot out off the crowd, wrapped around Harry, and dragged him to the front of the crowd.
"Come now. Nice big smile, Harry. Together, you and I are worth the front page." A pompous voice spoke before a flash of light blinded him.
Harry's vision quickly returned. And he found the author of said books grinning down at him.
It was then he remembered the bookstore was having a book signing for some author he had never heard of before.
Lockhart then loudly proclaimed to the crowd about how young Harry had come into Flourish and Blotts, humbling wishing to purchase a copy of Magical Me, the autobiography of Gilderoy Lockhart's life, currently on its twenty seventh week atop the Daily Prophet's best-seller list.
Instead, he presented Harry with his entire works, free of charge.
Harry took one look at the man and dropped the immensely heavy stack of novels on his foot.
For five miles in every direction, witches, wizards and muggles alike would hear a blood curdling scream echoing from the distance. Only the hundred within a particular bookstore would ever know the cause.
"Sorry sir." Harry apologized with a smile before walking away, leaving Lockhart buried under a mountain of his best sellers.
Ginny gave him a hive five. Tonks slapped him on the back, saying she taught him well.
And then, naturally, that's when things turned sour.
They were greeted by Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father.
To make the story short, he plucked a book from Ginny's stack, proclaimed them as dirt poor blood traitors, and threw it right back in.
Ginny raised her wand at the bastard's retreating form, before Harry hugged her, attempting to calm her down.
"The bastard's not worth it."
Harry found himself standing down in the Foyer of the Tonks House, his trunk by his side. The others in the group surrounded him as they took each other's hands. Ardoris and Soliel were invisibly perched atop the coat rack, watching over them.
"Now remember, you might feel a little queasy." Andromeda warned them.
Before Harry could blink, let alone respond to that statement, the group vanished in an audible POP!
They Apparated into a side alley nearby Kings Cross Station.
Ginny and Harry swooned, holding their stomachs.
Tonks sadly, had other ideas and ran to a nearby garbage can.
The five easily merged into the mass crowd of muggles and magicals, all trying to reach their trains to various destinations spread about the region.
They passed through the muggle security checks without any problems and trotted through the mobs, both magical and muggle with relative ease. Harry caught sight of a Romanian wizard passing through an archway between platforms seven and eight, totting along what appeared to be a smoldering iron suitcase with holes and tears scattered around the steel frame.
When Andromeda caught sight of Harry's sight, she replied, "Platform Seven and one-half. Trains to magical villages in continental Europe."
"There are other magic platforms besides nine and three-fourths?" Harry asked, surprised at this latest discovery.
Andromeda grinned. "Of course. You didn't think we rode Brooms everywhere did you?"
Harry grinned sheepishly as they continued onwards to the super magical train station.
They easily arrived at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Harry looked around and, fortunately, there was no sea of redheads lurking nearby.
Sadly, he wondered just how long it would be before his premature luck would run out.
The scarlet steam engine sat before them, hissing out smoke and surrounding them in a veil.
"You kids be good." Ted told them.
"Nymphadora, try not to start your klutz attacks until the second day of school."
Harry looked at his best friend. They both somehow managed to restrain their laughter. It might have had something to do with the death glare they were receiving from the aptly titled "SHE Who Must Not Be Named."
"Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Tonks." Harry said, trying to stray his attention from the scowling teenager. "It's been the best summer I've ever had." He added without hesitation.
"Harry, Harry, I thought we told you to call us Ted and Andromeda." The matriarch of the family playfully chided before pulling the ebony haired twelve year old into a hug.
"Right." Harry muttered with a soft grin as he returned the gesture.
"Don't worry Andy, Ted, we'll make sure Tonks here doesn't trip and fall off the Astronomy Tower." Ginny spoke. The laughter of the parents drowned out even the steam whistle signaling the train's departure.
"HEY!" The Metamorphmagus shouted, but eventually she too succumbed to the laughter that filled the compartment.
The Hogwarts Express raced out of the station, the cries and shouts of tearful families fading into the distance.
A pack of Fizzrockets blasted in and out of the compartments, laughing students watched in delight as they were engulfed in awe-inspiring, shimmering colors emitted from the sparks. A Fanged Frisbee whirled over their heads, snarling and swirling as a couple of felines escaped their owners, chasing after the toy.
Harry, however, stared out the window, solemnly.
"Dobby has come to warn Harry Potter..." His voice trailed off. "It is difficult sir. Dobby wonders where to begin…Dobby has come to tell Harry Potter that he must NOT go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year! There is a plot sir. A plot to make most terrible things happen. Harry Potter must not go back to school!"
His thoughts were broken when a hand laid on his shoulder. He turned and found Ginny looking at him in concern.
"What's wrong Harry? Cheer up! We've got a whole nother year full of pranks, laughs, and messing with Dumbles!"
Harry silently nodded.
Little did they know just how deep things had taken root.
A/N: And that is the end of the fifth chapter. Hope you all enjoyed this new update. Harry and Ginny are on their way back to another year full of pranks, laughs, and messing with good ol' Dumbles! But something is lurking in the shadows, waiting. Waiting for the proper moment.
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1. What will happen down at Hogwarts?
2. What will Albus do to find "Stone"?
3. What idiocy will happen to Lockhart during his stay?
See you all next chapter.