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Harry Potter and the Black Phoenix
Book 1
Chapter 2 - Lady of Mysteries


Puck Silverbreeze

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The High Elves would still be lost. The War Tribes of Gobbloean would still be plotting the next rebellion. The Tribes of the Moon would still be trapped to the Moon. If the Mage Lord had not open the Green Way and wake it from slumber. Returning the Lady Mystra to the Weave of Terra and Avalon
Queen Lilyth Dumbledore Potter-Black of Avalon
Seer Queen
From, The Return of the Mage Lord : A Queen's View


Yuletide, Cupboard under the Stairs, Year 10 - Number
4 Privet Drive - Little Whinging, Surrey

Harry sighed and looked through the books on witchcraft the muggles created, "So you think these are useable to learn control and Creature Magic, Mother?"

The raven on his shoulder trilled softly, " I never took the time to learn the Green Way, focusing like most magical humanoids on Wizardary, the Green Way slumbers with the lost of the High Elves... It is the only reason why the war tribes of Gobbloean have been beaten back by wizardkind. "

Harry nodded, "I figured as much from the wizard history books in that library." He tilted his head to rub his cheek against Lilyth's feathers, "Are we related at all to Petunia and the Evans?"

The raven nodded her head and trilled, " Yes, they are a squib line of the Dumbledore that has been forgotten by father. All he knows is that when Petunia's blood was tested against yours there was a family reaction. "

Harry blinked in mild shock, "So at least in this he has reason to believe he does what is right?"

Lilyth rubbed her head on Harry's cheek as she trilled in answer, " My problem with him, my beloved son. Is that he ignored a Will that he witnessed. While he does not know the Secret Keeper was changed at the last moment, the Will is clear you should be with a Magicial Guardian or family if Sirus is not able to be there for you. The Longbottoms, the Bones, the Weasleys are all vassels of the House of Potter and would have loved you and prepared you in ways that even my adoptive parents the Evans could not, let alone a bitch like Petunia. "

Harry stiffened in shock, "I have vassals?", his breathing with shallow as he tried to wrap his mind around this new idea.

Lilyth gave a phoenix laugh and trilled back, " My beloved one, if we could wake your Elven magic, if we could reopen the Green Way. You would have many more vassals, You are the hereditary Elven Lord, and by right of you phoenix blood possibly a Mage Lord. "

Harry sighed, "Mother dearest, the Mage Lords are Legends of the Green Way. Just like the Chosen of Mystra. But lets see if I can't access a bit of the Weave anyway."

Harry set Lilyth down on the perch over his cot and setting the cot on its side drew a circle in the dust of the cupboard. He then took salt and powdered chalk filled the line in the dust with it. Finally he sat down in the very center of the circle, "By the Magic in my blood, I mark this boundary. Cleanse this sanctuary of all harmful energy, be it Spell or Spirit. I am Harry Potter, Heir to the House of Potter... Heir to the House of Flame... Heir to the House of Black... Heir to the slumbering House of Stars... Hear my Plea, Soul of Magic... Seal this sanctuary.... So Mote it be..."

As soon as Harry finished the with the word 'be', a silver flame sprang up from the circle as the chalk and salt fade into a golden grain in the wood of the floor. Harry blinked and looked at the flame then over to his mother in her bird form. He nodded back to her as she gave a bit of phoenix song. Taking a deep breath Harry chanted softly, "Mystra, Lady of Magic, Lady of Misteries. Mystra, Living Weave, ancient loving Goddess of my ancestors. I call for your blessing, beloved Goddess... Bless this mortal, that I might heal the Weave and restore the Green Way."

As Harry chanted a small but bright ball of Silver Flame appeared floating before his closed eyes. From the ball a voice is heard, "I am Mystra/," the voice rolled around Harry and Lilyth. Tasting them and testing them. It found them worthy. The mind of the Goddess Midnight, the reborn Mystra reached out over this new realm restored to her through the work of one young boy. And she found many of those with Magic Within bound too tightly in Wizardary. "/I am the Lady of Might and the Mistress of Magic! I am Power Incarnate! Wherever magic is worked, there am I - upon all planes and realms, whatever the hand or claw or will that works the sorcery! Behold me and fear me! Yet behold me and love me - as all who deal with me in honesty do. This world is my domain. I am magic, mightiest among all those men worship. I am the One True Spell at the heart of all spells. There is no other." The Flame formed into a Magess dressed in black velvet robes, her black hair barely tamed around her head, her eyes are dark with amusement and affection while the Silver Flame still glows behind her pupils. With a soft touch she lifted Harry's chin causing him to open his eyes and stare at her, "But you can call me Midnight, little brother."

Harry blinked in surprise, "Lady Mystra?", was all his shocked mind could come up with. He wasn't sure if he was more shocked that the Green Way worked for him, or that the Goddess of Magic herself came to visit him in answer of his ritual.

Midnight smiled and kissed Harry's cheek, "I have seen into your soul, little brother... I give you the gift of Mystra, Thee shall be the First of My Chosen upon this Realm as We restore my Mother's work here from its slumber."

Suddenly Harry is surrounded by Silver Flame and arches in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the Divine Flame feeds off of the Limiters placed on Harry by his Grandfather and the Death Curse of Voldemort. When he finally stops there are many changes to the ten year old. His hair is longer and lays flat, hiding his now pointed ears as his High Elf heritage awakens fully. Faced with the Immortal Flame of Mystra his Elven side could no longer slumber. In his emerald eyes that now are bright and powerful in true Elf Mage style, slept barely hidden the Sliver Flame of his new Sister.

Midnight looked over to Lilyth, "I restore to you the form of your Mother's house, but the secret of your human form, must be kept for a while yet, a way to restore it will be found when the Grim Dog returns to his heir. Know this Lilyth, beloved mother of my Chosen brother, I am well pleased in you and the Houses of Flame and Potter. The House of Dumbledore leaves much to be desired. I am beginning to think it might be best if Harry was Lord Dumbledore, thy father has lost his way."

Lilyth nodded and trilled even as her form changed to a black, emerald with red highlights phoenix, " I thank you My Goddess... The restore of my heiratage form without dying again is a priceless gift. I will await Sirus's return to regain my human body if I must. "

Midnight smiled and ruffled Harry's hair, "I have one last gift for you, little brother, wear it with pride and restore the High Elves to the Honor they once had." She held out a signet ring, which Harry took before she kissed his cheek again and faded back into the Silver Flame, which sank into Harry's skin and disappeared.

Harry shook off his shock and ran a hand over his face and hair, he stiffens as he feels the elven ears but then smiles. "I sense that I gained much of my Elven blood, but I can still feel the scar, I guess even Divine Magic can't remove the curse scar from the death curse."

Lilyth flew around Harry and trilled, " You look good my son, and there could be a reason the scar remains... It is a mark the people would recognize. You might need it. Come out of the circle and put on the ring. I think it is the Signet of Stars. "

Harry waved his hand and softly muttered, "From Air and Flame, a reflection give." A shimmer in the air became a silver mirror. Harry put the ring in his lap and muttered again, conjuring a silver hair tie. He then tied back any hair that reach longer then the nape of his neck, leaving enough slack in the hair at the side of his head to hide the tips of his ears. With a thought he summoned the Silver Flame to form for him black robes that fit. Finally, he then stepped out of the circle without opening it and put on the ring Midnight left him.

Within the circle a Drow Elf Maiden spirit appeared, noticing Harry she knelt facing him, she spoke to Harry in Elven "+The Elf Lord has returned, I am Belladonna, thy loyal Shadow Knight, Master... Although I am only half a being until we can find my mortal soul. I will serve you freely to the best of my abilities.+"

Lilyth started in shock, " She looks like my friend Bellatrix Black before, Bella became a Deatheater. Well except for the skin and hair colors are inverted. "

Harry looked at the Spirit, and spoke in Elven "+Do you know if your mortal soul is Bellatrix Black+"

Belladonna nodded and answered in Elven, "+That is the name to which she was born... All evil she did was done in thrall of another, be it the False Lord or her bastard husband. Not to say that her soul is pure, she is drow, a dark elf. But she is loyal of her own will if given a Lord to love and serve.+"

Harry looked at his Mother and then closed his eyes, "Bellatrix Black, dark daughter of House Black. The Living Heir to your True Lord calls your spirit forth. Breaking the bonds of Magic that force your mind to serve another. I summon your spirit before me... So Mote it be." Harry grabbed the Magic around him bent it softly to serve his will. Then he waited.

Ministry of Magic, Ward Monitoring Department, When Harry put on the ring.

The wards on Underage Sorcery were meant to control and monitor when a student of the Art can use their growing skills. These were some of the strongest of modern wards. While they did not have the strength of ancient wards like those the Ward-Masters of House Potter are known for, there are few ways to bring them down as they are passive wards, many of the Great Houses blocked the Age Wards using Wards of their own, but none have ever brought down such a ward. In fact even the Ministry is not sure how to bring it down.

Harry was the Last Lord of House Potter, though he did not consciously understand wards yet. His blood was the blood of ancient Ward-Masters. And in this alone are some of the pureblood beliefs validated. After generations of a Family that had mastered the same branch of Magic as completely as the Potters did Wards, some of the Knowledge is passed on in the Magic of the Blood. For the Blacks, there is the Blood Gift of Black Flame, the Family Prince has a gift for Potions, and the Dumbledore family is best known for its Lore-Masters. When the Families of Black, Prince and Dumbledore when not yet named, for the clans were still used instead of a Family... There was one family whose name was whispered, a family from the clan of Emrys, a name that was revered just below of the clan's patriarch Merlin. It was the family into whom the daughter of Merlin and Morganna Matriarch of the Le Fay was married, to William Potter of Clan Emrys, Grand Ward-Master. Together they brought forth Godric the Golden Griffin of Clan Emrys, best know as Godric Gryffindor.

Faced with the power of all of the Potters since William focused through one young boy, then have the boy chosen by Mystra, Goddess of Magic. Finally the boy bonds to the Ring of Elven Royality... And is accepted as Lord of the House of Stars, the one true Elven King. Suddenly an underage wizard is not only no longer considered underage as he is now the acknowledged Lord of an Eternal House. The modern wards had no chance against such a being. With the barest of thoughts Harry touched the Underage Wards and finding them useless upon a house where he lived, with a twist of his Magic and the Knowledge in his Elven Potter blood the wards fell for the first time since the Ministry of Magic was formed. The Ministry's warders were no match for the blood of Potter. In fact they were so used to the Underage Wards not being removed that the keystone for the Underage Wards has always been based on the Ward around the heir of Potter, using the Ward-Mastery of the bloodline to control and monitor all. This laziness and corner cutting of the British Warders caused a new headache when Harry crashed the wards on his home, as each underage ward feed from him directly and by destroying one the way he did, he destroyed all.


Office of Headmaster, Hogwarts. When Harry put on the ring


Even as the Under-Age Wards of the Ministry fall around the all of Britain. Hogwarts herself felt a boost in her own and began to sing. The Lake churned as an elven lady rose from the depths. Albus Dumbledore noticed and gasped in shock, "Does Hogwarts rest on Avalon? Is that Nimue , Lady of the Lake?" He watched as the Lady lifted her sword and spoke, "Hear me, all ye who owe fealty to Avalon. Our awaited Lord wears his ring. Holy Avalon shall kneel before her Mage Lord." The Lady then knelt upon the shore and waited.

Slowly from the Forbidden Forest came all manner of Magical Creature and an old centaur kneels in front of the Lady, at his side a veela matron and on his other side an aged goblin. As one they speak, magic flowing in their voices allowing Dumbledore to hear them even across the distance, "We feel the return of the Weave. Go before us Lady of the Lake, Bring to Him that Woke Mystra, Our Homage, Tell the Mage Lord his tribes await the Chosen of Mystra. For Mars is Overshadowed by Venus and Jupiter. The Queen of Magic looks upon us with favor again."

Nimue bows deeply as she raises to her feet, "I will do as you have asked, return to your tribes. Tell them that the Lord of Avalon returns... Lady Mystra, Magic Incarnate, Goddess of the Weave has returned, summoned by the Mage Lord. It is the Prophecy! I go to Him so that he may know the Tribes of Avalon still honor their oaths of fealty."

As the creatures of the forest returned to it, and the Lady of the Lake faded into the waters. Albus Dumbledore knew both Hope and Fear. He was a closet historian. He knew who Mystra was, and so he feared for the Ministry who would think to relegate a monitored Magic Weave. And he worried who this new Mage Lord could be. How could he keep the status quo alive faced with Powers from Long Ago returning.


Azkaban High Security Wing - Cell of Bellatrix Black Lestrange


Bellatrix Black Lestrange suddenly sat up as power gathered before her and a silver fire ball appeared, From the center of the fire ball a male voice heavy with power and authority spoke,"Bellatrix Black, dark daughter of House Black. The Living Heir to your True Lord calls your spirit forth. Breaking the bonds of Magic that force your mind to serve another. I summon your spirit before me... So Mote it be." Bellatrix finally freed from her mother's potions and spells looked into the flame and whispered, "Power I know, Might I sense... I know your blood... I taste it in your power... You are Heir to Black by Godfather's love and Magic true.. Blood Gift Bearer, Future of Noble House... But you are Lord of Elves and Ward-Master Potter by blood... I know what I was meant to be... If you return my immortal soul to me... I will swear true oath to thee... So Mote it be..." Her eyes then closed and the body of Bellatrix Lestrange died within her cell in Azkaban that yuletide.