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The Phoenix Rises	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 44621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Sirius returned from breakfast to find that Severus was up
and feeding their newborn daughter.� He
joined his family on the bed.� �Have you
thought about what we�re going to name her?� he asked.

Severus shrugged.� �I
never thought about a name, but I suppose she needs one doesn�t she?�

�It would be helpful,� Sirius laughed.

Both men gazed down at the tiny baby trying to decide what
name would be fitting for such a beautiful little angel.� They spent the morning going through baby
name books Sirius had borrowed from James.

Sirius was able to happily able to announce his daughter�s
name by lunch time.� They�d named her
Arabella Rosalyn Black.�

He proudly showed her off to the entire staff the rest of
the afternoon.� He still couldn�t believe
she was his.� After he�d been sent to
Azkaban he always thought he�d live the rest of his life a lonely bachelor, and
now he was a father.� It was like fate
was trying to make up for all the pain and heartache it had put him
through.� ��

Harry was slowly losing his mind.� His dad had told him to find someone to talk
to about the possibility that he might be pregnant because keeping it bottled
up would drive him insane.� His dad was
right.

He certainly wasn�t going to talk to Draco about it because
he still wasn�t speaking to the blond.�
Every time he thought about telling Ron he pictured his best friend
being a little freaked out.� He pictured
Hermione running off to the library to do some research for him.� He knew she wouldn�t find anything because
he�d already looked.

When James finally got him an appointment Harry decided to
forget about that particular and focus on getting that memory from
Slughorn.� Worrying wasn�t going to
change anything.

Draco was trying to get back on Harry�s good side.� When they were sitting together with Ron and
Hermione brainstorming for ideas about how to get that memory Draco made a
great suggestion.� �You still have that
luck potion don�t you?� he asked.

Harry nodded.� He was
intrigued, but he refused to break his no speaking rule.

�Why don�t you use it?�
You said yourself it would take getting incredibly lucky to get that
memory.�

�Actually, that could work!� Hermione said.� �Why didn�t I think of it?�

Harry had to admit it was a good idea.� The only problem was he didn�t know if it
would be safe to take the potion if he was pregnant.� He tried to think of a good excuse to not do
it, but his mind was blank.� So he headed
up to his room to get the potion and took a swig.

Suddenly it was like he was on top of the world.� The feeling that he could do no wrong was
overwhelming.� He knew exactly what he
had to do.� �I�m going to Hagrid�s,� he
announced as he headed out.�

�Harry, you�re supposed to get the memory, not help Hagrid
bury Aragog,� Ron said with a confused expression.

�Just trust me,� Harry tried to assure his friends as he
left.

His gut guided him down to the Greenhouses where he just
happened to find Slughorn collecting potion ingredients.� Somehow Harry knew just what to say to get
Slughorn to go to Hagrid�s with him.� And
as luck would have it, Slughorn even joined Hagrid in having a drink to
Aragog�s memory.� By the end of the night
Harry had the memory.� He didn�t know
what it contained, but Slughorn finally handed it over he asked Harry not to
think any less of him.� It made Harry
wonder and he was anxious to see the whole thing.

He was so excited he ran straight to Dumbledore�s office,
hoping the Headmaster would be there.� As
luck would have it, he met Dumbledore in the hallway.� �To what do I owe a visit at this late hour?�
Dumbledore asked.

�I�ve got it!� Harry cried excitedly.

Dumbledore motioned for him to quiet down and led him up the
stone stairs.� He was just as anxious as
Harry, so he sent a house elf to fetch James and they viewed the memory
immediately.

Harry couldn�t believe what he saw.� Voldemort had achieved immortality by tearing
his soul into pieces.� The very thought
of it sent shivers down Harry�s spine.�

When they exited the pensieve James was waiting for
them.� He was dressed in blue and white
striped pajama pants and seated at the Headmaster�s desk.� �So?� he asked.

�It�s as we feared,� Dumbledore said in a heavy tone.

�Well that just sucks,� James frowned.

�Quite,� Dumbledore agreed.

Harry looked back and forth between the two adults.� �So you really think he split up his soul?�

Dumbledore nodded.�
�Oh yes, it certainly fits his personality.� Everything is starting to make sense now.�

James nodded.� �Harry,
in order to be able to fight him, you�ll have to understand how he
thinks.�� He motioned for Harry to sit in
the chair on the other side of the desk.

Harry took a seat, eager to know more.� James leaned forward, resting his elbows on
the wood.� �Harry, Voldemort spent most
of his childhood as an orphan.� He
thought his magic made him special, but he found out that wasn�t the case when
he was told about Hogwarts.� Then he
discovered that he was descended from Salazar Slytherin, one of the school
founders.� You see, all his life what he
coveted most was something to make him special; better than everyone else.� Harry, he�s a psychotic idiot with a god
complex.�

Dumbledore chuckled at the analogy.� �Yes, something to that effect,� he
agreed.� �Harry, do you remember when you
found out about the prophecy, and learned that it could have easily fit either
you or Neville?�

Harry nodded.� He�d
spent the entire summer wondering why Voldemort had chosen to go after him.

�It�s your blood,� James said quietly.� �He values blood and nothing else.�

�But I�m a half-blood,� Harry said a little confused.� �Neville is a pureblood.�

�That�s true,� James sighed, �but you�re not looking at the
bigger picture.� Until he did a little
investigation on me, Voldemort thought he was the only Slytherin heir.� But I�m his nephew.� As much as I loathe admitting it, we share
blood.� In Voldemort�s mind, only someone
who shares his blood could be considered a threat.� Neville isn�t a blood relative, therefore he�s
no threat.�

As Harry let everything sink in it all started to make
sense.� �So the prophecy is true
then?� I�m really going to have to kill
him?�

James shrugged.� �The
future isn�t set in stone.� Dumbledore
was right when he told you that oftentimes men make prophecies come true simply
by believing in them.� Some things are
meant to happen, and some things are left up to free will.�

Harry balled his fists and huffed in frustration.� They still weren�t telling him everything he
needed to know.�

�Is something wrong?� Dumbledore asked.

�The family curse,� James answered.

�Ah�� Dumbledore nodded.

�Family curse?� Harry raised an eyebrow.

James smiled softly and stood.� �I�ll have to tell you more about our family
tree one day, but for now, you need to get to bed.�

Harry frowned, but didn�t argue.� It seemed like the more he found out the more
questions he had.� His mind was buzzing
with them as he went back to Gryffindor tower.�
He was hoping his friends had waited up for him, but they hadn�t.� It was so late that he couldn�t blame them
though.� He thought he�d have a hard time
falling asleep, but he was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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