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The Prophecy of the Phoenix	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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And the Ministry Falls Down

The streets in downtown London were packed with muggles on that fateful day. Throngs of muggles made their way down the sidewalks not expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen. Amidst them was a creature completely covered in a black cloak. Even the face was hidden. All that was visible of it were two glowing purple orbs that appeared through the darkness. A few people stared at the curiously strange creature, but most paid it no mind.

The creature turned and made a sudden turn down an empty side street; its pace quickening. Once out of sight of the crowd, the creature stepped into a beat up looking phone booth. Moments later it descended into the ground with a loud crack.

Many meters below the street, the strange elevator landed with a thud. The doors opened and the creature purposefully strode down the corridor lined with fireplaces. Even this place was crowded with witches and wizards coming and going. Just as on the street above, many didn’t even notice the cloaked creature among them. Those who did though, sensed that all was not well and left immediately.

The creature made its way through a set of golden gates before stopping at the security desk. “Welcome to the Ministry. Please present your wand for registering,” said a young looking wizard in deep blue robes. The young man began to get a little nervous when the creature stood motionless. “Please… You need to present your wand for registering.”

The cloak dropped to the ground revealing James Potter. “Oh, Mr. Potter,” the wizard breathed a sigh of relief. “Why did you use the visitor’s entrance?”

His relief was short lived though, when he noticed that James eyes were emitting a royal purple glow. James stepped toward this young man until they were toe to toe and glared into his eyes. “You look like a smart human,” a deep thundering voice came out of James’ mouth, sending a cold shiver down the other wizard’s spine. “I’m going to leave my body here with you.”

“Your body?” the wizard asked in confusion, but before he could ask anymore questions James seized his throat and lifted him up in the air with inhuman strength.

“If there is even the tiniest scratch on my body that wasn’t there before when I return I will kill you in a most painful manner.”

As James dropped the wizard, the crowd that had surrounded them started to panic and head as fast as they could to the nearest exit. James, who didn’t appear to notice any of this, stepped behind the security desk and opened his mouth wide. The young wizard watched in horror as a purple ball of light exited the man’s mouth. With a bright flash the ball of light took human shape. Now standing before the frightened wizard was a tall man with dark skin and long raven black hair dressed in nothing but what looked like a white linen sheet wrapped around his waist that fell to just above his knees. The body of James Potter crumpled to the ground, and was lovingly wrapped up in the cloak and placed under the security desk by the unidentified man.

The man turned to the wizard with a threatening glare. “I repeat, take good care of my body. I’ve become rather attached to it.”

The man strode down the hall further into the ministry building. When he reached the wall lined with lifts he stretched out his hand, and moments later the entire wall exploded with a deafeningly loud bang that sent debris flying in all directions.

**

Lucius Malfoy was sitting at his desk looking over a few papers when the loud explosion shook the entire building. He immediately dropped the papers in his hand and poked his head out of his office door. The rest of the people on the floor had also wandered out of their offices, and were milling about in panic and confusion.

Then just as suddenly as the first one had occurred, more explosions shook the floor beneath their feet. Then a wizard in deep brown robes rushed into the hallway. “Everyone please calmly make your way to the nearest exit,” the wizard shouted above the crowd.

“What’s going on?” several people asked.

“The Ministry is under attack!”

At those words mass panic broke out, and there was a mad dash to the nearest exit. Lucius however, remained where he stood. There were only two wizards that he knew could pull off such a stunt, and only one of those actually would. The blonde calmly made his way through the mass chaos and headed to the ‘Misuse of Muggle Artifacts’ department.

After nearly getting trampled by more witches and wizards fleeing in fear, Lucius stood in front of the small door. He opened the door and entered, finding Arthur Weasely still at his desk. “Hello Lucius,” Arthur spoke coldly.

The blonde nodded in response and seated himself in front of the other desk in the room. Neither wizard spoke at first. They both knew what was happening. “I felt I would be safer here,” Lucius blurted out.

Arthur only nodded and continued reading the report that was in his hand, trying to hold himself as steady as he could while the floor shook beneath them.

**

The strange man wandered about the Ministry with an eerily calm expression while everything he passed exploded violently enough to rock the entire building. Amazingly he made no move to harm those who ran past him. In fact, he seemed amused by them more than anything.

Once the entire building was evacuated the hallways flooded with aurors who stood ready to face the intruder. One of them stepped forward with his wand drawn and ready. “Please come quietly,” he spoke in a soft steady tone. “We don’t want anyone to get hurt here.”

The man only cackled evilly. “Speak for yourself,” he answered as bolts of lightning flashed throughout the room with out warning, striking the aurors and frying their bodies instantly. With another cold laugh the man kicked aside the bodies and continued on with destroying everything in his path.

**

Meanwhile, on the street above, Minister Thaddeus Wormwood stood surrounded by body guards. “What’s going on!” he demanded. “Who is attacking the Ministry?”

“It’s James Potter…sort of,” his assistant answered.

“What do you mean sort of?” Wormwood bellowed, his face turning purpler by the second. How can someone sort of attack?”

“Well…” the man stuttered a little. “We think it’s his soul. His body is down in the atrium.”

“Then get his body!” the Minister roared in frustration. What is being done to stop him?”

His answer came when the air around them suddenly grew colder and a feeling of general hopelessness filled the area. “Ah, the dementors have finally arrived,” the assistant sighed with relief. “If anything can stop him they can.”

The surrounding crowd backed away as a wizard dressed in bright red robes approached with several of the dark robed creatures following behind him. “Took you long enough Farnsworth!” the assistant cried out. “Half the building is probably in ruins by now!”

The wizard in red glared back. “You know I’d like to see you round up eleven dementors and move them quickly.”

“Just get them in there!” Wormwood interrupted.

Farnsworth dutifully nodded and gave out the order. The dementors started to go inside, but then stopped suddenly, seeming very anxious about something. “What’s wrong?” Wormwood demanded “Why aren’t they going in?”

“They’re spooked,” Farnsworth answered, fear appearing on his own face. “I’ve never seen them spooked before.”

“I don’t care if they’re spooked! Get them in there!”

It took quite a bit of coaxing, but the wizard in red managed to follow orders and get the creatures to enter the building and go after the attacker. Everyone above waited, their breath held in anticipation. There was no doubt in their minds that the dementors would finish off the attacker.

Moments passed with no sound coming from below their feet. It seemed that the attack on the Ministry was finally over. Just as Wormwood was about to open his mouth and say something, unearthly shrieks echoed from the building below. The sound froze the blood in their veins instantly. “That’s not…” Wormwood tried to form the words.

The wizard in red could only nod. “It is. The dementors are screaming.”

Everyone stood in silent horror. They had been so sure that the dementors would take care of it. Now they didn’t know what to do.

They were so shocked that it took them a moment to realize that the explosions had stopped. “Has it finally stopped?” the Minister asked, afraid of what the answer might be. Then suddenly, before anyone could say anymore, the Mister vanished.

When he next opened his eyes, Minister Wormwood found himself back in his own office sitting at his desk. Glaring down at him from the door was the attacker. The Egyptian looking man approached him slowly. “It’s been four thousand years,” the man spoke in a deep chilling tone. “For four thousand years I’ve been dutifully protecting you pathetic worms.” Wormwood shrank down in his chair trying to disappear as the man neared and leaned over the desk standing face to face with him.

“For four thousand years I have lost everything near and dear to me for the greater good. AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!!” The man roared, the sound echoing through the hallways full of debris.

“I’m sorry!” Wormwood squeaked just barely above a whisper; his entire body trembling in terror.

The man stood back, his expression once again eerily serene. “Not sorry enough.”

The crowd above stood crowded around the door. They were worried about their Minister, but too afraid to go down and look for him. Their question of what happened to him was answered when an inhuman scream drifted up from the open Ministry door.

“I knew it!” cried out a pudgy man in a black robe standing in the crowd. “He’s taken over the Ministry. I always knew he would.”

“Foolish humans!” a voice came from behind the crowd.

Everyone turned to look at who had spoken, and they saw three figures standing on the street; Albus Dumbledore, Lily Potter, and a platinum blonde elf.

The pudgy wizard rand up to Dumbledore and grabbed his arm. “Have you come to stop him?”

“In a matter of speaking Cornelius, yes,” the elder wizard answered calmly.

The crowd watched as Dumbledore descended into the ruin that was once the Ministry. They waited anxiously; listening for the screaming they were almost sure would come. But all was silent. Many agonizing moments later the silver haired wizard emerged arm in arm with the man who was carrying the body of James Potter in his arms. The crowd stood frozen in fear, wondering what was going to happen next.

“My first act as the new Minister of Magic…” the man began to speak, “is to declare that Lily Evans Potter may keep her child. If ever again this administration tries to interfere with that child they will come to think of this day as a pleasant holiday. My second act is to resign.”

Jaws hit the floor as the man casually walked away carrying his earthly body, followed closely by Dumbledore, Lily, and the elf.

As she struggled to keep pace with this man, Lily glanced back and forth from him to the body of her husband in his arms. “The body is still alive,” the man spoke suddenly. “But I have been apart from it for too long already.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, fearful that she wouldn’t be getting her husband back.

“It means that the longer I am out of my body the more damage is done to it. I don’t think it will live much longer.”

“Then get back in it!” She didn’t mean to shout, but she was too upset to control it. “I can’t loose my husband!”

“You won’t.” She fought the urge to try and curse the man at his amused smirk.

“Then why aren’t you getting back into it?”

She quieted down when Dumbledore gently grabbed her arm in a way that seemed to communicate to her that she shouldn’t ask anymore questions. The man stopped when he led them down into a deserted alley and turned to Dumbledore. “You know what to do?”

The elder wizard nodded. He handed the body over to Dumbledore who held it into a standing position without much trouble. The man before them faded and a brightly glowing purple light flew into James’ body. He reanimated immediately opening his eyes, but crumpled to the ground just as quickly. Dumbledore knelt down and quickly cast a few simple spells.

“He will be alright won’t he?” Lily asked, kneeling down beside her husband.

“Yes,” Dumbledore answered, smiling up at her with his twinkling eyes. “His body and soul being separated put a terrible strain on him, but he will be fine with rest.”

Dumbledore scooped James up in his arms with surprising strength, and the small group of three headed back to the Potter residence in silence. Not a single word was spoken as Ivar helped Lily undress James and put him into bed. All three of them took a seat in the bedroom and kept a silent watch over him, waiting for him to wake up.

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A/N: I know this chapter was a little out there, but my imagination has a mind of its own. If everything goes as planned, everything will make more sense later on.
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