A/N: Thank you to Olaf74 and FireSenshi2 for the reviews - I'm glad the satisfaction of having finished a translation isn't all I get out of this... :P

Part B: The Result

Harry let a furious hiss escape from between his teeth. How dare his so-called friends do this!

Molly Weasley. Weasley. Harry understood with sudden clarity how the Malfoys could so deeply despise that name.

Molly Weasley had gotten Severus Snape shipped to Azkaban. Because he supposedly "manipulated" "that poor boy". And of course the wizarding psychologists and pedagogues or whatever else those imbeciles might call themselves had supported her opinion. Dumbledore too, obviously, and the rest of Harry's "friends".

Sirius had been one of the first to want Severus brought to Azkaban. After all, the "Slytherin scumbag" had "seduced" his "innocent little godson" to switch to "the Dark side". Remus had agreed after some persuasion on Dumbledore's part.

Together with Molly Weasley, those three had gathered proof against Severus from his time with the Death Eaters and presented that proof to the Ministry. The outcome of that great idea: Severus Snape was nicked in Azkaban, Draco was on the run and Blaise and Zoltan under observation, being checked for sings of "dark manipulation", as well.

And Harry? Harry was in the ward for the mentally ill in St. Mungo's, the largest wizarding hospital of the Western world.

And he was mad. Spitting mad.

Those damn doctors hat stuck him into white hospital robes - white! When he hated that colour nearly as much as Gryffindor red! - and dragged him into this observation room. Everything was white, white, and white again and always ablaze with light. So they could constantly observe him.

In the last two days since he had been brought here he had just paced the room and looked at the floor. Like a caged animal. Harry's animagus forms rebelled against the treatment he suffered here. Severus had not only taught him how to control the dark arts, but also how to become an animagus. And to Severus and Harry's surprise, Harry had three forms: a black cobra, a black wolf and a black crow.

The wolf and the crow felt cramped in this room and the cobra hated the bright light. Harry's entire mind and body rebelled against this imprisonment and he was going to do something about it. Soon, very soon he would stop his pacing and simply tear the wall of this ghastly white room into a thousand little shreds...

With all the rage he felt, Harry let loose a mental scream - a feat of dark magic. The scream would pierce walls, spells and barriers and ring in the ears of everyone who was in its way, until the scream ran out of power and simply stopped flying on.

Draco started awake. So far, he had kept hidden in the vicinity of St. Mungo's, the place where Harry was held, and hoped to somehow get his friend out. He had only just lain down when that scream...

Harry. That scream was from Harry.

Draco sharply sucked in his breath when the point on his arm where Voldemort's Dark Mark used to be started to ache. The pain only lasted for a moment and soon receded. When Draco lifted up his dark green robe, the image of a black phoenix was emblazoned on his arm.

"I'm coming, Harry, I'm coming, and once I'm there..." Draco's grey eyes flashed in the darkness.

Miles away, on an island no wizard wanted to step foot on, Severus Snape startled from his concentration exercises. Until now, he managed to keep the dementors from further attacking his mind. Three cheers for the dark arts...

But his concentration had been broken. By whom? There had been a scream...

Severus noted in passing that the dementors drew back from his cell and made way. Whatever that scream had been, the dementors didn't like it.

And then Severus knew what was going on.

Harry. His Harry.

A deep growl escaped Severus's throat and he didn't even notice the stinging pain in his arm at first. When the stinging wouldn't stop, however, he carefully lifted his black prisoner's robe a little and regarded his arm.

The image of a black phoenix was clearly displayed on his arm.

"Like a phoenix from the ashes..." A tiny smile played around Severus's lips and he started laughing loudly.

"Oh, you sorry fools! I nearly pity you... Just wait for the new Lord to get here. Just wait..."

The dementors never approached Severus's cell again.

After his scream, several doctors had stormed in and given Harry a soporific. When he next woke, he was tied to a bed and spells ensured that he stayed on that bed. A brunette woman in a white coat stood next to him and looked at him with a mixture of pity and fear.

Harry didn't want the pity, but the fear, he enjoyed...

"Harry. I am Dr. Kimbel and the two of us are going to have a little chat. First of all, are you lying comfortably? Or should I ask the nurses to reposition you?"

Harry tested the bonds and spells. They were not very strong, compared to his power, but he did not have his wand and wandless magic was always weaker than the regular kind...

Then Harry felt a presence in the building, a very familiar presence. Draco had come... He could be patient until Draco was here.

Harry looked around the room and did not pay the waiting woman any further attention. To his horror, everything was white. White. Couldn't they at least have added a little colour here and there against the boredom?

"Doctor..." he mumbled a bit hoarsely. Mrs. Kimbel straightened at once. "Yes, Harry?"

"Say, could you ask if they could give this room a different colour? I hate white, you know. It is so boring... A little black, maybe?"

Kimbel did not seem very taken with the idea. "Harry, black isn't always a good solution. And I fear these walls cannot be painted. But, please tell me about your time at Hogwarts..."

The woman was a bloody rookie, Harry decided. Severus had taught him much better how to manipulate people through a conversation.

Draco glided down the halls and corridors of St. Mungo's like a snake looking for prey. In a way, that's what he was. The invisibility spells and glamours he had cast upon himself safely took him past the greatest barriers and wards. The real problem were the protective spells right in front of Harry's ward. Those were much more complex and advanced than the ones he had breezed past previously.

Breathing hard, Draco stood in front of the door to the high security ward for the mentally ill. The door was covered in runes and literally exuding magic.

Time for a bit of Malfoy class dark magic, Draco thought to himself. He took cover behind the next corner, then discharged a long ritual incantation to summon a ghost. After a few minutes, he managed to summon a spirit and turned it loose on the hospital.

Now St. Mungo's would have its own poltergeist just like Hogwarts.

Draco grinned while the hospital staff were madly running about, trying to get rid of the poltergeist. Distracted by the ghost, no one noticed Draco becoming visible and destroying the rune magic on the door. Quick as lightening he became invisible once more and slipped into the high security ward.

Harry had already stopped answering Kimbel's questions two minutes ago. The woman was an amateur and easier to read than Neville.

Harry felt Draco approaching and finally coming to a stop. Must be the door to the high security ward...

Some ten minutes later, Harry felt Draco pass the door and wondered which method of distraction Draco might have chosen to break through the wards unnoticed. Not two minutes later, the door to his room flew open and Kimbel was struck by a full body-bind.

Draco's face appeared in Harry's field of vision. Draco grinned. "Need some help?"

"Ha ha."

Draco untied the bonds and broke the spells holding Harry in the bed.

"Now what?" Draco wanted to know.

"Now we'll collect Sev and then our friends will get to know a new kind of phoenix..."

Draco's grin widened.

Five days later...

The door of Severus's cell was flung open and Harry strutted in. Severus smiled and hugged him.

"Sorry Sev, couldn't make it any earlier." Harry stepped out of the hug and grinned. "And now to the Ministry, eh?"

Severus shook his head with a mean grin and said: "No, first we will take care of your esteemed friends."

"That's a good idea, too... we had better hurry. Draco and Blaise are keeping the corridor shielded and Pansy and Millicent are stationed at the exit. Zoltan is waiting in our hide-out."

"Got everything planned, huh?"

"Of course. Only the name is still giving us headaches."

"Oh really?"

The two of them strode from the cell and up the hallway. Draco and Blaise kept the way to the exit clear with patronus after patronus.

"Hm. I had suggested Feathers of the Black Phoenix as a name for my followers, but Draco says that's too bourgeois."

"Indeed. Before I refer to myself by such a name, I shall marry Gilderoy Lockheart."

Next to Harry, Draco spoke up: "How about the Black Snakes?"

Harry pondered for a moment. "Alright."

Watch out, people... there's a new Lord in this world.

A/N: This is where the fic by Puh-Schell ends. But she uttered a challenge to continue it, which led to me writing my first-ever multi-chapter fanfic, many years ago: "Schlangengrube" (Snake Pit). If you wish to see how this story might unfold, I invite you to read my sequel to "Graduation Speech". Well, as soon as I get it translated. ^^ – Dime