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The Prophecy of the Phoenix	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Golden Collar

I don’t own Harry Potter. I’m not making a single cent off of this story, though it would be nice if I could. I’ll give all the characters back when I’m done… maybe. Now that the boring disclaimer part is done let’s get on with the story J

Voldemort sat on his throne gleefully stroking the large snake curled up in his lap. The site of it made Lucius sick to his stomach as he entered the large room. “May I inquire as to what has you in such a good mood my lord?” he asked bowing his head slightly.

“I have found a way to attain what has eluded me Lucius. I have found a way to capture and contain James Potter.”

As soon as the words left Voldemort’s lips the blond felt his insides grow cold, though he did his best to hide his horror. “Oh? What did you find?”

Voldemort held up his hand to show him a collar that appeared to be nothing more than a plain gold band. “Do you know what this is Lucius?”

“It looks like a collar. But my lord, surely you don’t think that you can contain him with a simple slave collar.”

“This is no ordinary slave collar Lucius. This is the shackle of Isis. I came upon its existence while pouring over some ancient documents someone brought me from the Ministry library. It’s used to bind and Egyptian Veela. With this around his neck James will be powerless, and I will finally have him as my own.”

Voldemort laughed coldly. Lucius’ mind raced to figure out a way to warn James without getting caught. “Very good my lord. I will get to work planning the attack on him straight away then.”

Just as he turned to leave Voldemort held up his hand. “No need Lucius. McNair is trailing him already. He will let me know when my prey is alone. Then I already have an army of my best deatheaters to carry out the attack.”

Lucius suddenly felt like screaming, but he sighed instead and tried to remain calm. “I don’t mean to second guess you, but why wasn’t I informed of this earlier?”

“You were busy with your duties at the Ministry. Now I want you to go prepare a cell for my pet.”

He bowed and rushed out the door. His first stop was the owlry. There he did the only thing he could think of to do. He sent a quickly scribbled message to Severus.

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Severus was roaming around his dungeon classroom watching student’s feeble attempts at a simple sleeping draft when he heard frantic tapping on the door. He opened it and jumped a little as a large owl came fluttering in. He roughly took the note from its leg. “What could possibly be important enough to interrupt my class,” he mumbled sourly to himself. Then as he read the scribbled note what color was there drained from his face.

“Class dismissed!” he yelled out. “Hurry up! Everyone out!”

He quickly chased the students out of the classroom. This needed to be brought to the order’s attention immediately.

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Meanwhile James sat cross-legged on the ground quietly humming to himself. He was in his herb garden tending to it. It was a large clearing in the woods near his home where he grew herbs that he used for potions. Tending to it was one of his favorite pastimes because he found it very relaxing.

He was well aware of the presence somewhere in the woods. It had been there all morning, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Whoever it was they weren’t attacking. They were just watching, which was fine by him. Since he knew they were there he would just refrain from saying or doing anything that would give too much away.

Then suddenly he felt himself surrounded. This wasn’t a stakeout… it was an ambush! His heart pounded loudly in his chest as he waited for them to attack. He could tell there were a fair few, but nothing he couldn’t handle.

“Crucio!” a voice shouted from a nearby bush.

The spell struck him in the back and a blinding pain washed over him. He fought it long enough to hurtle a red fireball in the direction of the castor; nailing his target right in the chest. The battle had begun.

Curses flew in every direction; James doing his best to avoid them. He then returned the assault with walls of fire and heavily charged blasts. A large majority of the attackers fell quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief as the last of them exploded in a burst of blue flames; his loud shrieks of pain ringing in the dark haired wizard’s ears.

Only then did he allow himself to collapse, very nearly drained of energy. He smiled to himself and rolled over onto his back to look up at the sky. The smile quickly faded as he felt himself surrounded yet again.

He leapt to his feet and did his best to fight off the second assault, but he was quickly overcome. He lay on the charred ground desperately trying to summon the strength to continue to fight.

Panic washed over him when he heard Voldemort’s bone chilling laugh. “I know you too well James,” the dark wizard spoke softly. Two deatheaters scooped him into a stretcher. He was so exhausted he couldn’t even lift his head. “I knew you would deplete yourself in the first attack.” Voldemort laughed again and James fell into darkness.

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A/N: Wow, two updates in one day! Aren’t I talented… lol. Well, this chapter wasn’t very long though. Anyway, hope you’re still enjoying my work. Please leave a nice shiny review for me to look at. Especially if there’s anything you think I can improve upon. After all, I can’t fix it if it isn’t brought to my attention.
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