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A note for this chapter: I love irony. Irony is fun.
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Weapon (Possession Chapter LVII)

Chapter VI – The Order of the Phoenix

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Thin, pale hands reached up and Harry slowly pushed back his hood,
brushing unruly hair from his eyes in the same movement. He was careful not to
look around, knowing that already the unknowns in the room would be looking at
him with either awe or cold calculation. For the light, that calculation was
better hidden, but now that he knew what to look for, it was blatant.
[Relax, child. Their judgement is of no consequence.]
Since he had been warned, he wasn't surprised at the soft voice that entered
his thoughts and he recognised the gleam in Fawkes' eyes, identifying him as
the speaker.
[You are wise beyond your years,] the phoenix continued.
[I have been known beyond my years,] Harry responded with a small nod
towards the bird.
[Your pain is my pain,] Fawkes said softly. [Your pain is the Order's Pain.]
[Know pain and know power?] Harry interrupted the ritualistic lines, not
liking at least some of their implications. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he
dared the bird or Dumbledore to answer. If they had known...
He did not care how long it would take, he would return to the one who knew him
and none of these would survive. Emerald fire threatened to engulf him.
[We did not know, Harry,] Dumbledore's voice came to him in an effort to
calm him. [We did not know until the day Voldemort took you.]
Harry forced himself to calm, letting Fawkes smooth voice travel through him
in comforting waves as he looked back towards the fire bird, shutting out the
ancient wizard. What happened now was meant to be between him and Fawkes only,
he knew that instinctually. [I know pain, and I know power.]
[But do you know love?]
He smiled, closing his eyes, and the Order members were surprised. Direct
mental interaction with Fawkes was different for each of them. The questions
asked were never the same for any two people but seldom did they cause the inductee to smile and Harry was smiling. A soft genuine smile that seemed to make him light from within.
A secret smile that had only been seen by a few and was reserved for those
alone he loved.
[I know rage,] Harry replied. [I know hate. I know pain. I know lust. And I
know love,] he confirmed, as he opened his eyes to once again gaze into Fawkes'
fiery orbs.
If Fawkes was surprised at the depths of feeling Harry was projecting to him
he did not show it. Instead he nodded before fixing fire red eyes on liquid
green and commanding. [If you know all then open your mind and know me.]
Harry paused, ::Are you ready?:: He asked silently
and received the mental impression of a nod from Xaos. The basilisk was lurking
deep within his mind, woven about with shadows.
[Come into my mind, and know me,] Harry finally invited after taking a deep
breath to cover his pause. He lowered some of his defences but he wasn't going
to let the phoenix know he had full conscious control over them all. Let the
bird fight his way through.
Most in the audience were pragmatic enough to breathe a sigh of relief when
they saw Fawkes initiate the full mind merge when illusionary flame appeared
around Harry. Now, any spell, any controls the Dark Lord might have left in
place on Harry, any influence he might have could be striped away, leaving the
boy theirs to mould. Soft gazes filled with sympathy pervaded the room. It was
not Harry's fault. Against such evil, he had shown remarkable courage and
resourcefulness but he was still a fledgling and could not protect himself
against the full range of evil the Lord Voldemort had at his disposal. Only a Phoenix could do that.
Harry felt his eyes become heavy as a warm presence filled him. He was
slightly surprised at how easily Fawkes had entered his mind until he felt the
slight tingle of reassurance. Magic held him upright even though he wanted to
lie down and sleep. The phoenixes presence was relaxing and he savoured what he
knew was going to become a rare sensation until he felt Xaos stir within him.
The illusionary fire vanished as the shadow basilisk struck and the watching
Order members started as Harry arched back, emerald eyes opened wide as he
screamed silently in pain. Around his body, coiled tight and wreathed with
shadows, Xaos appeared, crest raised, fangs barred, ruby eyes burning with
power.
::He belongs to me.:: The words boomed through the minds of
all present as the basilisk locked gazes with Fawkes.
The phoenix screamed but did not burst into his death flames. Dumbledore
hastily averted his vision but looked back as he realised the serpent was only
a projection. A solid magical protection but nothing more.
::Don't be too sure old man.::
"You are nothing but an illusion. Be gone!" Albus commanded with a
sharp flick of his wand.
::Oh no,:: Xaos' hissed, still projecting his
thoughts. ::I don't think so. This one,::
he added, wrapping his shadowy coils tighter around Harry, ::belongs to the
King.::
::He belongs to the Order and to himself,:: Fawkes
returned.
::His life perhaps, but his death belongs to the
King and I am here to ensure that will be the case.::
::But you will die as well.::
::A small sacrifice for the glory of the King.::
"So he commands his servants to die?"
::No more than you do. My death will have purpose
though, for I will be accompanied by his greatest enemy.::
"Why has he not yet killed Harry? If he implanted you, he could have
killed him."
::Old man, your understanding is deficient. Simple
death is far too easy. The boy has suffered true, but the boy has not yet
suffered for my Master. One by one shall his friends be taken and broken.
Slowly shall he lose all hope, slowly shall my Master
take all that he holds dear, until pain is all he knows and death seems like a
reward. And then my Master shall withhold that gift, until this child is
completely broken, until he screams, until he cries, until he begs, until he
calls my Master 'Master'. Only then will my Master consider ending it. I am
here to ensure that he survives that long, a gift as it were, protection
against himself and others who might grant him mercy.::
::No, I will not allow that,:: Fawkes answered.
Xaos looked amused. ::And what makes you think he's
going to give you a choice?::
::I cannot stop Riddle's actions but I can stop
you,:: Fawkes returned.
The basilisk looked back flatly. ::Try it, bird,::
he invited the conflict, allowing his presence to fade slightly so that it
looked like he was entwined not just around Harry, but through him as well. ::I am in his mind - that little whisper of advice,
guaranteeing survival. I am in his body - my poison and my eyes can be his if
life is the goal, and I am in his soul - for only one who is a serpent my speak
my tongue.::
::I will drive you from his mind, and I will take
you from his body, and his soul has not been touched by you, you feel your
Master though him and I will close that link forever, so that the Dark Lord may
not gain life from him.::
Fawkes said nothing more before he struck, his talons reaching out to strike
the basilisk. Harry screamed silently again and his body jerked but was held in
place by the coils surrounding him. Xaos retaliated, his tail coming around to
attempt to swat the phoenix and his jaws snapping at the fire bird. A few
feathers was all he caught.
Xaos was careful to keep his eyes protected but as the motion of strike and
counter strike continued it became obvious, by the small cuts accumulating on
him that Fawkes had more experience. The phoenix was old, and had fought many basilisk. He knew when and where to strike.
::You cannot win against me,:: the bird said
eventually, rising to hover out of Xaos' range. ::You
are alone, you have no support and your host is against you. Leave him, and let
it end quickly.::
Xaos said nothing as he drew himself up, blinking his eyes to clear the thin
trickle of blood from them. Fawkes' talons had pierced his skin around them and
the blood stung as it mixed with liquid of his eyes. He tightened his coils
around Harry, the dry rasp of scale against scale loud in the silence. The rest
of the Order watched on silently as the ancient enmity played out. Finally, the
basilisk narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the phoenix, his movements
regally slow. ::I have my orders,:: he hissed. ::And unlike the phoenix, the basilisk do not betray their
Lord!::
He surged, mouth open at the phoenix and Harry couldn't hold back a cry.
Fawkes screamed his war song, his pinions glowing at there was a deafening noise
as the two met in a tangled spiral of feathers and scales. They traded blows,
Xaos' hissing as the glowing pinions broke his skin but the gentle rain of
feathers indicated that the damage was not all one sided. Harry felt his true
self wince with every injury Xaos had and he could feel his anger growing. He
wasn't sure how long he could stand this.
::Master, it's okay,:: his serpent reassured him
silently. ::I will end this now though.::
"Arhhh!"
There was a scream of triumph and Fawkes struck quickly, swooping in to
drive Xaos down as the basilisk tried to cover himself.
::Master!:: Xaos screamed in as loud a mental voice
as he could manage, his tone anguished.
::He cannot help you here,:: Dumbledore responded
coldly.
Finally there was a thud as the serpent fell to the ground, still partially
coiled around and through Harry, but to the Order he was defeated. Blood
dripped to pool around his head before it vanished. The basilisk was only a
magical construct, left to protect Harry and once his energy was gone, he could
not maintain his existence.
::I will not...:: Xaos breathed deeply, around the
blood pooling in his throat. ::betray... my master.::
Fawkes said nothing as he swooped in for the final blow, his enhanced
pinions biting deeply into the softer tissue under Xaos' crest. The serpent
whimpered but then faded further.
Dumbledore smiled before he reached forward to catch Harry as he fell. "Now!" He commanded Fawkes, and before the serpent
had faded entirely, the phoenix shone, fire seeming to outline him completely.
As if in benediction he touched his wing tips to Harry's temples, his fiery
red eyes catching liquid emeralds.
[Harry, I welcome you into the Order and bid you to serve as your parents
did: loyally, strongly and with all their hearts. The Order has one rule,
little one, do what is right and follow your heart because if one cannot be
true to oneself, one cannot be true to the Light.]
Harry nodded. And Fawkes drew back, still blazing. He landed back on the
crystal and as Harry wondered when he had moved towards it he understood what
the phoenix needed him to do now. He reached out slowly, laying both hands on
the burning crystal. The fire that surrounded Fawkes now surrounded Harry, and
the Order watched as the flames slowly seeped inwards, dying the white robes of
initiation black with the ash as the fire motif danced.
::NO!:: The denial came from the almost gone
basilisk. Being a magical construct, injured and damaged by Fawkes' attacks,
the basilisk had lain, dying, fading from existence
while the ceremony proceeded, but now it surged back towards its charge. Ruby
eyes glowed and the remaining magic gathered there, making them solid once
again. ::I will not fail!:: Xaos hissed determinedly
as he slammed into Harry, disappearing entirely.
Harry screamed, and those that were close enough could see the now visible
conflicting streams of magic vying for dominance. Fawkes' essence was a blazing
light, tangling with the shadowed darkness of the basilisk.
Unconsciously several Order members shifted their grip on their wands, ready
to strike down their young initiate should the darkness triumph. They didn't
want to and they would remember Harry as a young man who was taken from them
too young, but they would not, could not allow the Order to be tainted. This
wasn't part of the ceremony but this initiation had been permanently corrupted
by the taint of the Dark Lord. A taint that could only be removed if Fawkes
arose triumphant from this final match, and that could only happen if Harry fully
embraced the light within himself. And that was a step that he could,
regretfully, be too young to achieve completely. But they were the purifiers, they could not accept anything else. The Order
could not.
One by one they relaxed, looking at the newest Order
member with newfound respect, as the fire light that was Fawkes' energy won out
over the shadowy darkness of the basilisk.
There was one last desperate scream from the serpent before the energy
disappeared. ::No... I will not fail.::
A flicker of a tail seemed to appear to strike Harry but Fawkes intercepted it,
dissipating the energy harmlessly.
Harry fell to his knees, gasping as his personal energy was pulled in waves
first one way then the next. It was disconcerting and he cried out when he felt
Xaos vanish but then a burning seared his chest, and before he could stop
himself he was clawing at his cloths, trying to stop the pain.
His robes parted and the Order saw the image of the phoenix, the proof that
Harry had in some way, like the rest of them, bonded with Fawkes. But unlike
the rest of them, the phoenix tattoo that was emblazoned on Harry's skin was
not in the colours of the fire bird. Harry's was inky - black, charcoal, grey,
the different tones worked together, defining every feather, talon and claw
beautifully. But it was wrong.
Fawkes sung softly as wands were once more raised, and Dumbledore stepped
forward, placing his withered hand on Harry's shoulder. He stroked one finger
over the living tattoo as it faded completely before he looked around, Fawkes
coming to settle on his shoulder.
"Harry has been touched by Darkness but he has not succumb
to it but the coloration is a reminder to us all that we must be vigilant. Now
and forever though, Fawkes has accepted him and so he is a full member of the
Order. Like the rest of us, Harry will fight against the Darkness."
Dumbledore nodded towards the rest of the Order as several of them stood to
leave.
The Initiation was done, and as dramatic as it had been, there was no need
to stay. If Fawkes vouched for Harry, then the darkness that was the basilisk
that the Dark Lord had left guarding his rival had been defeated and there was
no need for them to wait. A few others lingered but there was nothing to see.
Sirius came forward with Remus and gently took
Harry from Dumbledore. The boy had a soft smile on his face but seemed fine for
the ordeal of his initiation.
"Sirius, I would like to see Harry tomorrow, after classes. There are
things that need to be discussed."
He nodded. "I know, I told him as much. I think you can expect some
questions."
Dumbledore smiled, "I would be disappointed with anything less. Please
take him to Madam Pomfrey. Fawkes has removed the
basilisk but I'd like to be sure that Tom hasn't left anything else."
"We'll see to it," Remus responded as he
escorted Sirius and his precious bundle out of the room.
Dumbledore let out a sigh as he looked around. The room was empty now. He
reached up and stroked Fawkes. The phoenix seemed to sigh before he nibbled
gently on the finger tips. "That was interesting," the old wizard
said conversationally.
[More interesting than you know,] Fawkes agreed.
"Oh, was there something other than the basilisk?"
[Not from the Dark Lord, although I cannot fully close the link between them
but what interests me is Harry himself.]
"Is Harry blocking the link?"
[As much as he can. I can help now, although that
probably won't be necessary since the link isn't that extensive.]
"Good, so what is it with Harry himself?"
[I asked him the usual. He knows rage, pain, hate and lust. He knows the
darkness and he knows light. He does not know fear, not in the way most people
do. You do know that he simulated the necessary reactions.]
"I noticed, yes. His power doesn't easily allow him to fall prey to magical
illusions."
[That's not a bad thing. What surprised me is that he knows love.]
"Love?"
[Love, and not just that of a parent to a child, or that
of a boyfriend to a girl friend. He knows the love one feels towards a
life partner.]
"Who?" Dumbledore was surprised. He had
expected Harry to know love, but more the immature love of one his age but
Fawkes was indicating something completely different, something that could
change everything.
[I could not find out. He is hiding that information. I'm guessing he was
hiding it from the basilisk as well, that on some level, Harry knew the serpent
was there but couldn't do anything about it but the information didn't come to
light. He's still hiding it.]
Dumbledore nodded. That would make sense although now that Harry was safe he
expected they would know soon enough. "If it's one of the other students,
will it be a problem?"
[No,] Fawkes said easily. [For Harry to be able to love so deeply and so
young, they will be true to him as well, although we will have to see to their
protection. I will not have another betray me.]
Albus closed his eyes briefly before he turned and walked from the room.
This was an unexpected twist, but it was nothing they couldn't handle, not now
that Harry was under their control.
"Tom... The Light does not bow to the Dark. You will know that
soon."
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