Well, this was a challenge from Sarah999. I am doing the first challenge for two reasons. 1- because it sounds fun. 2- because I'm hoping this will guilt her into updating faster. Enjoy! For those of you that don't know, a KB database is abbreviated for Knowledge Based database. I put Matrix at the end because supposedly, the Matrix holds all answers.

This is a creature-fic. It will involve Smart!Harry, Powerful!Harry, and Submissive! Harry. One or more of the 3 dominates may be OC's, I don't know. THIS WILL BE SLASH/YAOI! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, LEAVE NOW! Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, and some cussing. This will be rated T to be safe, but later on it will probably change to M; and for good reasons. In the book, Harry had Lily's eye color, eye shape- everything except her vision. And I don't think that's fair. So I'm giving him his mom's 20/20 vision.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything affiliated with Harry Potter. I am not J.K. Rowling. If I was, do you seriously think I'd be living in my parent's house, eating instant ramen and typing fanfiction on a crappy old computer right now? I didn't think so.

KB Matrix

Harry loved school. Once one was out of kindergarten, school wasn't so exciting. But it was for Harry. He loved to learn. He soaked up all the knowledge he could, neatly storing it away in his mind. He had a photographic memory. He was far too advanced for most of the kids his age, and by the time he was 10 would have been in high school classes if not for his awful relatives. At that point, he had a detailed and perfect knowledge of English, Math, Social Studies, and all the other core classes up to senior year of high school. He had learned Spanish, French, Japanese, Latin, Russian, Romanian, Italian, and German. He could play the piano, harp, flute, violin, and sing like an angel. He loved music, and he was the smartest boy in class.

He was also the most beautiful. Lithely built with delicate ivory skin, slightly pink cheeks, shoulder-length silky midnight hair, and piercing emerald eyes. He had perfectly straight white teeth with pointed canines, and long, delicate fingers which were extremely odd for children his age. Because of his strange beauty, none of his classmates will talk to him. But there was a forest close to his relative's house, and his teachers usually liked him. The ones that did never seemed to notice his cat ears and tail.

Because of those feline additions and his ability to do strange things, his relatives hated him. He had been abused for as long as he could remember. He hadn't known his own name until he found out at school. He was always called 'boy' or 'freak'. He was forced to sleep in the spider-infested cupboard under the stairs, cook for the Dursleys whilst getting nothing but table scraps, do all the housework, Dudley's homework, Vernon's taxes, the laundry, and go buy groceries. Vernon and Dudley hit him as well. Dudley usually got a group of friends to help him, but Harry usually couldn't be caught unless he was at Vernon's house. That place would never be home to him. The only good thing about that place was the forest in the backyard. He would sit out there for hours, just listening to them. But he couldn't understand anyone but the snakes.

***A YEAR LATER***

Harry woke up to Petunia's shrill voice and knocking on the door "Get up, freak! Now!" she screeched. Harry mentally sighed and got up. He just narrowly missed clipping his head on the ceiling, even though he was only 4"4. Then it hit him that this was Dudley's birthday. He lifted his aching and bruised body up to get out of the cupboard, went in the kitchen where he was glared at by Vernon, and started to cook. They ate enough food to feed a battalion! 18 eggs, 12 pieces of toast, 12 pieces of bacon, 12 sausages, and two whole pans of hash browns. Not to mention, Harry had to go around and refill their drinks. Which meant he was forced to smell the delicious food that he couldn't have any of. As he grimly focused on his stomach not growling, he heard Petunia shriek. "Oh, it's the birthday boy! Mummy loves you, my sweet Dudders. Come open your presents, love. Thirty-six. Your father counted them himself." She fluttered over the miniature whale. Dudley's face twisted. "Thirty-six? But last year, last year I had thirty-SEVEN!" Vernon sputtered a bit "W-well yes, but some of them are quite bigger than last year-" "I don't CARE how big they are."

Petunia was distraught. "Well, how about this. We'll go to the zoo and we'll get you two new presents! How's that, popkin?" Dudley had a stupid-looking face on. "So I'll have thirty…. Thirty…. FREAK! COUNT FOR ME!" he shouted. Harry sighed. "Thirty-eight, Dudley." The fat lump nodded, satisfied. At that point, Harry actually felt a little sorry for the boy. He was born with his father's stupid genes. But that stopped when Vernon yelled for him to get the post. He had to slow down his steps on purpose so he wasn't running out of there. That would make Dursley angry. Once he had closed the door behind him, he picked up the small pile of letters. Bill, bill, bill, Vernon, and two letters for Harry! He quickly stuffed the two that were addressed to him in the waistband of his jeans, under his shirt. If there was one good thing about wearing Dudley's clothes, it was the amount of stuff he could hide under there.

He delivered the mail to his relatives, and went to his cupboard when told. Once he was safely in, he opened the letters. First, the more yellow one addressed in green ink.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chr. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Harry's eyes widened dramatically. Magic was real? He had always suspected… Even with the Dursleys. He set that letter aside and opened the fresh-cream colored letter that was addressed in purple-black ink.

Hello, young changeling.¹

You have been accepted into the Spectrum Academy of Magic. This school is a safe haven for all sorts of creatures. We have nekoshins, Vampyres, werewolves, faye, fallen angels, Veela, centaurs, succubi/incubi, and merpeople that can grow legs as they wish.

If you have so little self-control that you will turn into a gibbering moron around the Veela, Siren, Succubi, or Incubi students, it is recommended that you DO NOT ATTEND THIS SCHOOL. For the sake of our mental wellbeing: if you are discriminatory against other races, DO NOT ATTEND THIS SCHOOL. If you are sexist, DO NOT ATTEND THIS SCHOOL. OUR FEMALE TEACHERS WILL PROBABLY KILL YOU. If you have little to no tact or survival skill, DO NOT ATTEND THIS SCHOOL. If you are not immune to Veela, Incubi, and Succubi powers, DO NOT ATTEND THIS SCHOOL. If you are not immune to a Siren's abilities and/or Song, DO NOT ATTEND THIS SCHOOL.

Have we made ourselves clear enough yet?

Blood donors are appreciated for the Vampyres. It doesn't pay very well, but you do get a blood replenishing potion. If you are a good person (good people's blood taste better) magically strong (same goes for them), and have healthy nutrients in your system, you could be the perfect donor. Please be noted that you will be bitten on the wrist or neck, depending on personal preferences. All those that are approved for live donors have been thoroughly tested to make sure they won't drain you. Also, the Vampyre's bite is not painful, it's actually the opposite.

A list with all available classes is attached (some have prerequisites), as well as a contract. Please note that the Spectrum Academy is a 7-year school, and is not for the faint of heart. We will work you until your brain melts into a puddle of goo, but usually in fun ways. We have a huge variety of classes, including nonmagical ones such as Psychology. Please note that there are no dorms; you will each have an individual (though a bit small) suite. We used to have dorms, but then a Succubi came… Well *cough*. Let's just leave it at saying we no longer have dorms. Also, we have a portkey that will take you directly to your assigned classes when activated. This is to let classes start earlier, as there is no need for a passing period so you can all trot off to your classes which may or may not be on the other side of the school from where you currently are. You have only 1 day off; Sunday. You may do whatever you wish on that day; as when you get a 'creature' Inheritance you are considered emancipated. Just so you know, the Incubi/Succubi killing you after they have their way with you? Yeah, that's just a rumor.

There are no school uniforms unless we are going to a formal event. Those will be on your own tab unless you have been told otherwise. But please, keep everyday wear appropriate. This IS a school, after all. School books and equipment can be bought at the school to avoid the hassle.

Please send a response no later than July 27th. School is year-round except for one day… The 26th. This is to allow all first-year students some time to mail their acceptance or declination in. We do not require you to have an owl to respond, unlike some other schools *coughHogwartscougn*.We have enclosed another envelope. Once you have all the forms in there, close it , and tap where the seal would go with your left index finger, and say "Delivery, please!" And it will be taken to the school. On the 27th, you will be portkeyed to the school at 9 am sharp. Please be presentable and packed by that point.

Hoping to see you when term begins,

Matthew Bones: Headmster of the Spectrum Academy of Magic

Harry was already giggling quietly by the time he finished the letter. This letter was much more informing than the other, and the Headmaster seemed very funny. He pulled out the course list sheet.

ALL CLASSES ARE OPTIONAL UNLESS OTHERWISE SPECIFCIED.

Courses:

Dueling Arts 1-7 (Required to take the corresponding class every year.)

Charms 1-7 (Required to take the corresponding class every year.)

Potions 1-7 (Required to take the corresponding class every year.)

Charms 1-7 (Required to take the corresponding class every year.)

Transfiguration 1-7 (Required to take the corresponding class every year.)

Care Of Magical Creatures 1-5 (Required to take at least one year.)

Nonmagical and Magical History 1-7 (Required to take at least one year.)

Astronomy and Scrying 1-7

Psychic Gift Control 1-5 (All supernatural abilities such as seeing the future or telekinesis.)

Ancient Runes/ Warding 1-7

Care of Magical and Nonmagical Plants 1-7

Flying (Required, a one-month course)

Foreign Languages (French, German, Japanese, Italian, Bulgarian, Russian.

Fine Magic Control 1-2

Animagi (The ability to turn into an animal, the form of which is decided by your personality. You must apply for or have taken at least Fine Magic Control 1 before applying for this.)

Culinary Arts 1-5 (Will be cooking with and without magic.)

Culinary Arts: For the Odd Tastes (cooking for Vampyres, werewolves, ect.)

Musical Instruments

Vocal Ensemble (There is also a Siren's Song class for those with the ability. Please note that the Siren's Song lessons will come out of your free time should you choose to take it.)

Elemental Magics (Must have the Gift for one or more Elements. A magical ability detection form is enclosed as well. It tells you what abilities you have ; removing any and all blocks. To activate, tap paper with your left index finger, and say Activate. Simple, huh?)

Penmanship and Calligraphy (Required; a one-week class)

Wandless Casting 1-7 (Prerequisite: Must be taking F.M.C.)

Archery 1-5

Healing 1-4 (Prerequisite: Must be taking F.M.C)

Veela Allure Control (Sorry, but this is required for Veela. It's a 5-month class)

Harry was floored at the sheer amount of classes. He snapped himself out of his daze so he could try and find the Magical Detection Sheet. He stared at the creamy, innocent-looking bit of parchment, tapped his left pointer in the middle, and quietly but firmly said "Activate." The page swirled with every color imaginable for a moment, and then started filling up with text so fast it made Harry's head spin. Before he knew it, the writing had stopped. He scanned the list, quite in a rush to choose his classes. He spared no thought for the other letter, now laying forlornly on the dirty floor; forgotten.

Abilities of one Harry Lyran James Potter-Evans

Nekoshin Shifting Abilites (blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

Natural Healing Abillity (Majority blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

Siren Abilities (Blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore.)

Veela Abilities (Blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

Aura Sensing (blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

Elemental Magics: Air, Water, Shadow, Light, Earth (blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

Natural Animagi Forms: Thestral, Squirrel, Raven, Panther, Otter, Snake, Dragon (Blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

Natural Occlumens (Partial block by Horcrux of Tom Marvolo Riddle, partial block by A.P.W.B Dumbledore.)

Siren's Song (Blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

Affinity for Battle Magics

Affinity for Transfiguration (Blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

Affinity for Charms (Blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

Affinity for Potions (Blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

Affinity for Wandless Casting (Majority blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore.)

Telekinetic, Medium, and Seer Abilities (Blocked by A.P.W.B. Dumbledore.)

BeastToungue- (All but Parsletongue ability blocked by A.P.W.B Dumbledore)

ALL BLOCKS HAVE BEEN REMOVED, AS WELL AS THE HORCRUX. THE SCAR REMAINS.

Harry was, again, shocked beyond belief. But… wait… Wasn't Dumbledore the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the school he probably would have went to if he hadn't gotten his letter? The raven's already somewhat catlike jade eyes narrowed. He forced himself to calm down, selected Dueling Arts 1, Potions 1, Charms 1, Transfiguration 1, Care of Magical Creatures, Psychic Gift Control, Ancient Runes/Warding, Flying, Fine Magic Control, Animagi, Italian, Belgian, Russian, Culinary Arts 1, Musical Instruments, Vocal Ensemble, Siren-Song Lessons, Elemental Magics, Penmanship and Calligraphy, Psychology 1, Magical Law, Beings Law, Wandless Casting 1, Healing 1, and Veela Allure Control. Once he was done, there was a note at the bottom of the form. 'It seems you have chosen more than 13 classes. If you wish to keep up with your schedule, you will have to use a Time-Turner. Do you wish to proceed?' Harry had a pretty good guess of what a Time-Turner did, so he checked yes. Then he put the form in the envelope, tapped it, and said "Deliver, please!" Sure enough, it vanished in a small flash of light. It left the Detection sheet behind, which was good. Harry needed some reassurance that this was not a dream. He folded it up and stuck it in his pocket. Harry then focused his newfound magic on the cupboard door and snuck out. He suddenly knew exactly where he was to go and what he was to do. He stuck his left hand out once he reached the corner by the park, and a huge purple bus came out of seemingly thin air. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this evening." Stan Shunpike had done the explanation without even taking a glance at him, and once he did, he was shocked by his cat ears and tail. "Oi, Ernie! We got one of those neko… What was the last bit again…?" He mumbled the last bit to himself. Harry said in his musical voice "Nekoshin." The passengers, who had been restless and somewhat angry that Harry was taking so long to board, quieted. "How much would it take to get to Diagon Alley?" the nekoshin asked. "Eleven sickles. But for fifteen you get 'ot chocolate, and for fifteen you get an 'ot water bottle and a toofbrush in the color of your choice. "Harry established eye contact with the somewhat pimply male, and went looking for what galleons were. He retreated within half a second; it wasn't to hard to find. He stuck his hand in his pocket and willed for fifteen galleons to appear, and they did. He handed them to Stan.

The aforementioned conductor grinned and led him back to his seat, and informed him that it would change into a bed once it turned 9:00. Harry raised an eyebrow. It was 8:59… 9:00! Immediately, the plastic chairs morphed into quite comfortable-looking beds. Harry took off his shoes and sat on the bed. "Next stop, Diagon Alley!" The bus lurched forward with a earth-shattering BANG. The next thing Harry knew, they were in both the oddest-looking and the most fascinating place he had ever seen. He slipped his shoes on, thanked Stan the Conductor, and took his 'ot chocolate and toofbrush to go. He shoved them in his pockets, and walked to the monumental building named Gringotts, which looked as if it had been carved out of marble. The inside was just as breathtaking as the outside. Gleaming porcelain tiles, cream-white walls, and massive, glittering chandeliers. The… goblins, he believed, at the teller looked a bit odd, but he looked away quickly so as not to be caught staring. It was rude, and he didn't have any room to talk about strange features. He was part CAT. There seemed to be an open stand, so Harry went to it. He could barely get his chin above the counter. The goblin sneered slightly at his human face, but then widened dramatically when they saw the cat ears and tail. "And you are?" the Goblin said this with what Harry supposed was a touch of grudging respect; something that Harry supposed he wouldn't have gotten if he were fully wizard. "My name is Harry Potter-Evans, honorable Goblin." Harry had a much more obvious tone of respect in his lyrical voice. The goblin grinned at his use of the proper title (the smile wasn't meant to be menacing by the look in his eyes, but the sharp teeth kind of ruined it) and replied in kind. "I am Swiftfoot, young changeling. I suppose you are here to visit a vault. Do you have your key?" The emerald-eyed Siren's eyes narrowed at even the thought of who he had decided to call Fumblemore. "I believe my key has been stolen." He said, just barely managing to repress the fury in his tone. "By who?" "Albus Dumbledore." The name came out as a furious, icy hiss, and Harry felt his ears flatten. The goblin grinned. The man had stolen from several other people's vaults before this, but they could do nothing about it besides invoke Goblin Law, which was a last resort. The people refused to believe their precious Dumblewhore would ever do such a thing. But if the Boy-Who-Lived were to go against him… He noticed that he was somewhat terrifying his new ally with the evil look in his eyes, so he went back to the task at hand. "I can give you a sheet of parchment that will show you what vaults you have access to when you put a drop of blood on it." Harry's eyes lit up. The goblin took that as a yes, so he got a sheet of the magical parchment and a dagger.

When the dagger was put in his hand, he looked at it. It was beautiful. It looked to be made of fine-wrought iron, with a large emerald at the hilt. Without a second thought, Harry sliced his palm open. The goblin was somewhat shocked. He'd just said a drop, hadn't he? But only a few drops landed on the parchment before the cut started to glow. When the glow faded, the boy's hand was the same as it had been before he cut it. Both parties directed their attention to the paper.

Potter Vault- Vault Number: 15 178,000,000 Galleons, 145,000 sickles, 123,500 knuts

Trust Vault- Vault Number: 687 123,000 Galleons, 759,970 sickles, 297,990 knuts

Evans Vault- Vault Number: 17 127,600,000 Galleons, 654,000 sickles, 1,234 knuts

Ravenclaw Vault- Vault Number: 789,456,000 Galleons, 507,398,297 sickles, 296,174,00 knuts

Slytherin Vault (won by conquest) Vault Number: 2 705,953,600,000 Galleons

Gryffindor Vault:- Vault Number: 3 387,929,987,000 Galleons

Merlin Vault- Vault Number: 1 723,459,270,987, 000,000 Galleons

Harry choked on thin air. He was pretty sure he had a 'WTF?' look on his face, because the goblin in front of him did. And that was funny as hell, but Harry managed to strangle the giggle in his throat. "Um, could I… just… visit them now?" The goblin nodded. He motioned the raven-head to follow him, and hopped off the stool. The aforementioned followed numbly, and walked until they came to what looked like a cart. Swiftfoot gestured for him to go first, which he did. Then the being hopped into the driver's… Bench… And the ride started. They raced along the track at speeds so high the tunnel walls just melded together in a blur of darkness, light, and brown. Harry saw a blaze of flame and twisted his entire body over the track to catch a bare glimpse of what he thought to be a dragon. They moved through all the vaults so fast Harry could barely even recall what he brought with him, let alone what was in the vaults. Harry had no idea why the goblin was in such a rush, but he intended to find out. Harry shouted "Why are we in such a rush?" over the din of the wind whistling about his ears, almost making him deaf. He'd be combing tangles out of his hair for hours after this little… Adventure; THAT was going to be REALLY fun. Not. The goblin finally answered. "Well, if I'm correct, we've only got until tomorrow. You're going to the Spectrum Academy, correct? Harry nodded, then remembered the goblin couldn't see him and gave a vocal affirmation. "We're going to have to take a bit longer in these next few vaults, so we had to hurry through the ones that could be hurried through. Also, you have to get a wand and probably a couple other things before you leave. One of my distant relatives went there and said that it was a really good idea to stock up on candy before you went there. If you're going to be a blood donor, they do give you the replenishing potions, but some Blood Pops are never a bad thing. If you're low on iron, they'll taste good. If they don't taste good, then your iron level should be back to normal. That also makes you eligible to donate blood more frequently, if you would so choose. " Harry nodded. That all made sense to him. There were serious health concerns if one lost too much blood, as he'd learned last year during school. Harry smiled faintly, remembering his old Science teacher. Mrs. Johanssen was one of the best teachers ever. Once she realized how far ahead of the normal curriculum he was, she'd let him read advanced books during class. His fellow classmates didn't notice this; they were far too focused on their own academic problems to be concerned whether everyone was reading the same book.

The hybrid's thoughts came to a stop just as abrupt as the cart's. In fact, it was the cart's screeching halt that caused him to lose his train of thoughts, as he had to grab the back of the cart to keep from slamming into his tourguide. Harry didn't notice, but his ears had flattened out and his tail had bristled, only just then returning to normal. Swiftfoot motioned for the boy to follow him, and walked up to the 9-foot door, green marble with elegant silver handles. But the goblin stopped him just in time. "Mr. Potter, you have to put a drop of blood on there first." Harry nodded, and concentrated on growing out his sharp feline canines. He delivered a quick but merciless bite to his palm, and let the blood drip onto the handle, as he was directed. Once there was a small flash of light, he decided to test out his healing abilities. He closed his eyes, and focused that humming energy deep inside him towards his bleeding hand. When he opened his eyes, his hand was completely healed. He turned to his companion to check if it was safe to open the yet… Once the aforementioned nodded silently, still in a slight state of shock- although he'd rip his own eyeballs out of his head and eat them before he'd admit it- Harry opened the door. He let out a huge gasp at what he saw. The wall facing him was full of tanks and cages with all sorts of animals in them. The wall to his left had a huge bookshelf, the wall to his left was piled high with piles of gold, silver, and bronze. "I'd recommend getting your familiars and gold from here. All the other vaults have much more interesting items, and you'll want to conserve as much space as possible. " Griphook pointed at the right-hand corner of the room, where a pile of trunks lay. "Those all have many expansion charms, and the three in front have three full rooms and a bathroom in it. The black one can shrink into a bracelet. I'd recommend taking that one. It also comes with wards and charms, so that once you enter the trunk, time stops. You could be in there for two years and only a few seconds would pass in the real world. Once you step in, a watch appears on your wrist. It tells you what time it is in the real world. That feature has been added so you don't stay in there too long." Harry nodded. He looked at all the trunks, and the black one was the prettiest. It was black, obviously, with silver latches. Now that he looked at it more closely, the black looked green. He tilted his head slightly to the left. Now it was deep blue. He switched his angle, by now quite curious. Purple.

"Now, there also happens to be another charm on there. You just press the red button on the side. The trunk essentially reads your mind and puts everything you'll need in there, except familiars and money." Harry decided to trust the goblin, and pressed the button. The trunk flew open and Harry went to go get some money while things were flying into the trunk. He saw a black velvet bag with a black beaded phoenix on it, and picked it up. "That also comes with a shrinking charm. It will shrink to the size of a walnut and go around your neck with a long silver chain. The only one that can take it off is the wearer, as it is with the trunk in bracelet form. If you lose it, it will come back to you." Harry nodded. He put in 2 handfuls of Galleons, 1 and a half handfuls of Sickles, and a handful of Knuts in the bag, and it shrank as promised. He clipped it around his neck. It was actually warm, rather than chilly as he had expected. He proceeded to the familiars. The animals were all locked up, but they seemed quite content. He looked around, and saw something that made him gasp. A miniature unicorn, about a foot high with a glowing silver mane, tail, and body, golden hooves, and a pearly silver-white-golden horn. Those dark blue eyes looked at him. And Harry crumbled. It was just too cute to pass up. So, Harry opened the cage and picked up the unicorn. Harry thought that as soon as he put the unicorn down he'd run away. But once he did, the unicorn stayed. Perhaps it had understood.

'She. I am Acacia, a pygmy unicorn. You need not fear. I will stay with you even when you- what do you humans call it now? Ah, have your cherry popped.' Harry turned bright red, but made a snappy comeback anyway. 'How do you know that I wouldn't be popping someone else's cherry?' The unicorn snorted. 'Please. Anyone in a 10-mile radius could tell that you're gay and a uke.' Harry was quite confused. 'What exactly is a uke?' 'Well, a uke is the bottom in gay relationships/sex. They- you know what, just let me show you.' By the time the clip was done playing, Harry was bright red and Acacia was laughing herself into a fit. 'I thought unicorns were supposed to be innocent!' the nekoshin hissed. 'I'm just special, changeling.' Harry snorted. 'Yeah, I guess. That's gonna make my life hell.' 'You can count on it, honey.' Was the unicorn's cheeky reply.

Harry decided to move on. He browsed through Krup puppies and Kneazles. He was intrigued by the snakes, but moved on. He could feel his inner cat grow slightly agitated around the snakes. He kept walking until he reached one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. He was pretty sure it was a phoenix, but not the fiery-colored ones he normally saw. No, this one had a deep blue body with a tail of magnificent silver, purple, green, and ice-blue feathers. In contrast however, the eyes were a piercing topaz color with a mid-sized pupil.

Harry was awestruck, and the bird had captured his heart. So, he opened the cage. The bird launched out, and Harry thought for sure he'd never see the phoenix again. 'I am Rilinda. I am a phoenix, in case you did not know. I may have different coloring than most phoenixes, but our powers are the same. I am one of your familiars.' Harry nodded in understanding. "Mr. Potter, I believe your trunk is done packing. Are you done choosing your familiars?" Harry replied. "Yes! I have a Pygmy Unicorn and a Phoenix." The goblin was quite shocked, but motioned for the nekoshin to follow him, nevertheless. Harry followed Swiftfoot out of the vault, into the cart, and down to the next vault.

-CHAPTER END-

Wow, I didn't intend to stop there. But I'll try and get the next chapter up tonight. This was just really getting on the long side.