AN: Here goes the next part of this, and the entire thing is going to be expanded soon, and while I will be having stories based in this universe, Harry will only play a tiny part in them if at all as they focus on various heroes and villains of the universe, most of which will be from other fictional universes. And I have decided to actually assign someone to become Grey. As for how old Harry is when he first goes to Hogwarts, technically he is three different ages, several thousand for his phoenix part, 11 for his human part, and just under 10 for the fusion. When he talks about his parts it refers to abilities, instincts, and memories he gained from them.

For his healing abilities, they do not really drain his energy, but normally he still feels the pain of the damage, it slowly fades over time. And for those of you who know the original limitations of Phoenix's abilities, yes he will be able to use magical flame like normal flame.

Also, I am going to give him the upgraded armor by the time the story reaches what would be Book 5 and he is going to get a modified version of his current armor a lot sooner than that, the modified version will be mainly because of the increased need for magical protection due to his natural ability to annoy those who have a habit of doing the wrong thing. note, each of the blades can work similarly to a wand, but what powers them is slightly different, namely the leftover ashes from a phoenix's rebirth condensed into crystal form and held within the hilt, basically those ashes are the same as the feathers.

Ice Phoenix's are similar to the more widely known variety in that way, though they are consumed by ice and shatter before being reborn. But as those of you who know about the original universe, there will be all four types in this, but I am skipping past the first major villain Phoenix faced, though I will have a few flashbacks to Dragon, and I am still considering reusing part the later plot connected to him. And the description of the Crysilis building ought to give a hint about what ended up happening to what was left of him, and yes it is as close as I could get to the original description of the lobby whith a Wizard describing it, the place is immense, and Phoenix's tower isn't much smaller, though is built more interestingly on the outside.

But Crysilis Industries is owned and operated by someone known as Grey, his actual name is not well known, but the title comes from his callsign during his early missions testing some of the powered armor Crysilis now makes. It is also known as a place where heroes can go for medical care without questions being asked and where to get equipment. Alongside this is that it is sponsored by the government to aid in policing those who end up being the heroes and villains of the level that they arm as well as keeping a database of them. Most of those who are connected to Crysilis are technically considered employees of the company and are paid for their deeds by the government, it is a way of keeping them supported without compromising their identities, though a few are known by name.

Blue Lycan: He is actually three different ages, the Fawkes part is ancient in the millennia of years old, the Part from Harry Potter is now around eleven, and the combined Harry Frostflame is just under 10, he is a fusion of Fawkes and Harry Potter. His adult form looks near his mid twenties. That is because he is his own guardian as to prevent any legal problems. And I am working on expanding the stories, but they probably won't be expanded until I get through his first few years at Hogwarts. And I thought that way of survival would work to make an easy way of mixing Harry Potter with the original universe that I'm linking this to, though it is something slightly different.

athenakitty: Over a hundred, and the opening device was technically a modified RC car laden with explosives, who knows how long it will take for the fires and magical flames to die down, it was the opening act by him in his adult form, and I would say that Moody would be impressed by Phoenix's tactics. With Peter, I wanted to try something different with how the Potters were killed, this changes several things, especially that Peter is dead already, and the Dursleys aren't much different in this universe, at least at that point in time, though I do have some ideas for later on.

gaul1: Thanks

xXx

The ice itself was lit ablaze by the mystic flame as the Phoenix Temple shook. Blades met in a mighty clash, sending visible shockwaves through the cloud of debris kicked up by the battle that raged within.

"Come on wingless," the winged monster before him cackled as his massive axe was intercepted by the twin phoenix blades, "You've lost, nothing left in your arsonal can save you!"

The crimson and gold hero leaped backwards to avoid getting cut in half by his foes second strike, "Perhaps, but I'll never surrender to you Dragon!"

Then the monstrocity lashed out and connected, sending the other flying across the room to slam into the wall and collapse to the stone floor in a boneless heap.

"I win, you lose," he chuckled as he turned to the massive gem in the center of the room, "And I claim my prize, your kind has now failed Phoenix, just like they had in Atlantis."

The monster moved towards the stone when he heard a sound and spun back to his foe who was rising to his feet.

Ruby and Sapphire light danced around him as Dragon's jaw dropped.

"What...what are you!"

"Frost...," Phoenix whispered, "Frost was right about me."

"I eliminated that bird, how was it worth anything to you?"

"He told me that with the combined souls of a human and phoenix, I could access the powers of the others, it was what he told me to remember..." he paused for a moment in sorrow, "And it was what I had disbelieved until now when I feel the fire and the ice within me, and if you remeber the gift of the Phoenix, you know that I have only begun our fight!"

"No!" the abomination screamed as both blades his foe held began to glow in an eerie light.

"Yes, for the destruction and sorrow that you have caused, I sentence you to oblivion!" he screamed as the world turned to pure, blinding, white light.

xXx Present xXx

Harry sat up in bed with a jerk, the memories of what had happened a year earlier were things he wished had remained in the past and not haunting him. Occasionally it was a curse to have become an eternal being, one who would never die, never face an ending until the very world was destroyed. With Dragon's destruction, he was the only remaining being who held the key to the destruction of an Eternal being, the only one with the power to use it.

In that moment he had destroyed the soul of a being, leaving a statue behind, it was something that was burnt into his mind and left a scar. It was a very personal thing to end an existence like that, beyond that of causing the death of another, for in death there is still life, for an eternal they return or in the case of those who are not it is the key to the afterlife.

He dressed as the memories were pushed aside for the time being, the past few days had been hectic although it wasn't because of battles as normally had caused it. Part of him desired to remain in New York, but his memories from Fawkes had told him of the prophecy that he could be a part of. That had led to a discussion with his friends about how to pull this off, and Grey had an odd reaction about it.

Grey had mentioned that he'd come into contact with the nutcases before and had begged him to never return to the country, though the non-magical part of the country was constantly asking him to visit due to his friendships with several higher ups.

What had happened, well, his friend had described it as slightly more mayhem than normally surrounded the nineteen year old.

In the end he had decided to arrange a meeting with this Dumbledore in his adult form later in the day, although he wasn't planning on being alone, both Silver and Grey had agreed to join him for the lunch meeting, though the old man didn't know who all would be there, and the meeting was in one of the private dining rooms in Crysilis Tower.

Rapier settled onto his shoulder as he walked down the stairs, slowly changing into his adult form as he did so, his loose clothing becomming better fitting as he did so. The black sleaveless jumpsuit with crimson vest and golden lining. the slight bulge of his handgun was only barely visible throught he vest. A headband held his hair back, a feather hanging besides each ear, one a pale, ice blue, and the other a vibrant, flame red

The tower he personally owned was designed as a fortress and a museum for relics he had acquired with Fawkes memories, and it was enough that wizards had taken notice, but when armed guards had shown up to deal with intruders before they could attempt to conceal a few of the relics, they had backed off quickly, deciding to go with diplomacy rather than theft and memory modification.

He had, in the end, agreed to use one of Grey's associates to run the museum and help seperate the mysical from the mundane. Mainly because having objects that could cause an apocalypse in somewhat easy access was something that he knew was not good, and was hammered into his head when Dragon stole the key to the Phoenix Temple just over a year before.

A quick glance through the lobby as he walked through it with his usual pace, nodding to the lady working at the desk as he headed out.

It took him only a minute to cross the street to the Crysilis Building.

xXx

Albus Dumbledore was somewhat confused about the building he had ended up in, he had been expecting to end up somewhere magical, not inside of what looked to be an expensive office building. The wyvern that had delivered the letter had convinced him of that, but it was a strange thing to enter a place such as he had. It seemed to be designed to seem almost like something from a fairytale, massive armored figures standing at attention in twin rows heading through the building with a waterfall running up the far wall that fell into a fish filled pond at the base.

People moved about busily and yet seemed quite friendly, not even giving him more than a second glance, though he knew he was being watched, although the two large guys in armor at the doors and more guarding the elevators was a bit odd in and of itself, and the place looked like a palace of sorts with all the elegance around him, not to mention that to the sides, going both up and down there was what seemed to be a bottomless pit with offices circling around on all the floors but the one he was standing on.

Part of it made him think of a non-magical Hogwarts, just add guns and suits.

Finally he was directed to a dining room at the resturant behind the elevators and behind what seemed to be a silver and black dragon with ruby eyes coiled around the waterfall. It was incredibly realistic although he couldn't recognize the breed, though something about it was familiar, something from a book he had once read, though the posing was odd to say the least.

The mythical creatures on the walls also suprised him, detailed beyond what a muggle should know, but strange in ways that a wizard wouldn't, and some were of creatures that most wizards didn't either know or believe existed.

Then there were the three people waiting for him, and one of them was someone he had wished to never see again.

"Mr. Dumbledore," said the one he recognized.

"Mister Harris," the elder wizard stammered, "I had prayed that after your stunts in London, Hogwarts, and Hogsmeade that I would never see you again!"

"Well," Grey responded, "Viscious problems require viscious responses, Shadow had to be stopped, and nothing in England moth magical or not could stop that psychopath from causing damage, and you also conveniently forget that I was invited, as was my team!"

"Your team caused more damage than the armored maniac did!"

"Only if you ignore most of the damage he did to the non-magical portion of the country, like the four cities he leveled and the thousands he killed int he process both in the US and in Britain, but I'm only here to observe this, it's my friends family, and on top of that, Silver and I consider him our family, so we are here."

"And why is he not here then?"

"Because I wanted to have this discussion this way, and it is being recorded," Harry said softly as Rapier spread his wings from his perch along the wall, "And yes, I am Guy Frostflame, the one who sent the letter about your school."

The young wyvern gave Dumbledore an annoyed look before settling down, and Silver, while in human form, was grinning slightly at the unnerved old man.

"That doesn't explain why he isn't here."

"Because I want to know some things about your school before I tell him about it, and from what I've heard is enough to make me rather...unimpressed by your school."

"It offers the best magical education in the world," the wizard said calmly with the agravating twinkle in his eye.

"Yes, but he is already trained in many of his gifts and is at a level where he could enter college, in fact he already has a normal high school diploma and is considering other things," Harry said slowly, finding it easy to slip into the persona he had created for this form, one that allowed him to act as his own parent of sorts, "And from what I have been told, your school offers no classes that seem to work outside of your world."

"Not to mention that he has asked for combat training and is your heir to everything, the damned Watchers are already planning on running for their life if he acts like he has to them," Grey chuckled, "God, that was a funny sight with the Dagger."

"Yeah, they thought he was going to leave a trail of corpses through the room, they didn't translate it right, thought it meant that the dagger was a possession demon, not something that eliminated them."

The man was unnerving the wizard, something seemed off, something a bit to much like a hawk, and the large one felt almost like a werewolf, but at the same time far enough away that he definately wasn't one. Then there was the one known as Grey, someone who had almost singlehandedly managed to cause more destruction in two days than he had heard of any Dark Lord causing in a month., and he did it in pursuit of someone who had been far more dangerous, someone who was said to be capable of cause earthquakes at will.

If this was the group that Harry Potter was with it would ruin most of his plans.

xXx

An hour later Grey was smirking at the exasperated wizard that was walking out of the building half confused, but somewhat satiated. They had, in the end, after drawing it out for nearly the entire length of the meal, agreed to allow Harry Frostflame to go to Hogwarts without letting the bumblebee onto the fact that Harry was sitting before him.

All three of the heroes had almost burst out laughing when the wizard had tried to apparate out and couldn't, the old man had managed to leave the building and then apparate, but it was funny for him to try a few times.

"Grey, it seems those anti-teleportation devices work against apparition as well," Harry chuckled as he vanished and reappeared an instant later, "But they still don't hamper my form of transportation."

"True Phoenix, but so far I don't think we've found anything except for whatever that Temple was made of that blocked it."

"So, how do we explain your absence to the press without giving you away, not to mention how we explain your summers here?"

"Simple, say that I am dealing with something connected to my alias, it should satisfy the government, and with information about the incident in the antartic, well, they should put two and two togather to get three, also, I'd like something a bit better designed to deal with magic as well as the usual gear, and a modified armor for my younger self, say blue and silver instead of crimson and gold."

"Friend Phoenix," Silver asked, "So will Frost fly again?"

"Frost?" Grey asked, "Didn't Dragon end him like you eventually did to that bastard?"

"Yes, but for the time being my younger self will have to remain free of suspicion of being Phoenix."

"Frost will be forever missed, but this would give that old bird a chuckle wherever he ended up."