Obsidian Phoenix Book I
Of Stones and Memories
By Michael "hmaddict" Mazzaferri
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Disclaimer: This story was inspired by Harry Potter and Fate's Debt by Intromit, Harry Potter and the Nightmares of Futures Past by S'TarKan, and by The Seer by Rasberry Jo. It is also based on the characters, places, and events of J.K.Rowling's Harry Potter series. I do not own anything created by these authors, I have merely borrowed it.
Summary: It has been eight years since Dumbledore died. Eight years since everything went to Hell in a handbag. There was some happiness, but more and more people died, including Harry Potter's new family. It has been over a year since they died. Harry realized that for him to be happy, he must make a tough decision, and possibly be given a second chance…
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Prologue
An End to it All…
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Godric's Hollow, June 22, 2005
It's my fault…
They're all dead because of me…
A man sat on a hill overlooking a graveyard in the town of Godric's Hollow. He sat there looking at a grouping of eight graves in particular. His family.
Please forgive me for what I have done to you all…
I can fix it now.
Yes, I can fix it.
No one will ever suffer again like we have.
I can finally kill him…
His face contorted in anger at the thought of the one who took his family from him.
Sam will have to be the one…
Yes, she will be the one to actually kill him…
But first, I must end it…
This will be my atonement…
My suffering will end, and Sam will finish my job once she receives the letter.
The man drew a small dagger out of its sheath on his belt. It had a large black bird as its hilt. A black firebird. The Obsidian Phoenix, the raptor of Fire and Death. Slowly, he stood up, still fingering the dagger in his hand. He moved down to the graves, and lay in between two of them.
I'm sorry that I couldn't make your sacrifices worthwhile. But this is the way it has to be…
He raised the dagger above his himself, and quickly bought it down into his heart.
Forgive… me, Sam, for… leaving… you to… do this… alone…
He thought no more as the cold blackness of death took him…
A brilliant green bird flew in and landed on his chest, and let out a cry of anguish unheard by any in eight long years as she wept for the loss of her friend and companion of fourteen years. As she wept, a bright light swept through the graveyard. When it was gone, there was no sign of the man or bird other than a small pool of blood with the phoenix dagger in it.
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June 23, 1991
A Large Manor House Outside of London
A young girl of only eleven years awoke from a dream, and started to scream. Her brown eyes flashed violet as her mother rushed to the girl's room. After she calmed down, she explained to her mother that she had an odd dream, but when pressed for details, she couldn't remember what it was about. Neither could she explain the tattoos on her left arm, stretching from shoulder to elbow, and on the back of her neck, or the three almost unnoticeable scars on her lower back. Little did she know, every thing was about to change…
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An Odd House Outside of Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon
A young girl of only nine years awoke from a dream, and started to scream, waking her brothers and parents. Her brown eyes flashed gold before her father rushed in. When she had calmed, her father asked what happened, but she could only say that it was an odd dream, and couldn't remember more. She couldn't explain the tattoos on the back of her neck, and on her left arm, stretching from shoulder to elbow, or the three almost unnoticeable scars on her lower back.
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Number Four, Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey
A young raven-haired boy of ten years awoke from a dream to the sounds of his screeching aunt…
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A/N: So, what do you think? A new story from me. No, I've not abandoned C'Dara, I'm just lazy. Writing is a vent for me, not my life. Besides, I got stuck in a rut of reading a whole ton of HP fanfics. I should have a new chapter of C'Dara up sometime next week, along with the first chapter of this. Please review.
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