Chapter one

AN: And here is chapter one. Enjoy!

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When Harry woke up he was in pain, a lot of pain. His body ached all over and he felt like he had either been burned from the inside out or been hit by the cruciatus curse. His hand moved, searching for the mirror he had summoned before he took the potion. When he found the handle of said mirror he pulled it towards him.

Harry took one look in the mirror and froze, eyes widening as he took in his appearance. His skin was an emerald greenish color mixed in with black and other shades of green. His eyes were still bright emerald green but, Harry noticed, his eyesight was much better than it ever was. His eyes, in this form were bigger than it was supposed to be with the species it came from. Yes, Harry knew exactly what he had become. Others probably wouldn't but then again they couldn't read books written in parseltongue by Salazar Slytherin himself.

Harry had found books written by Salazar Slytherin himself in the chamber of secrets, when he had explored the entire chamber in his fourth year. The books were all written in parseltongue and six of them were all about a species called the Yautja and the Kainde Amedha also known as Predators and Xenomorphs or Hard Meats. Harry immediately became interested and memorized all the books Salazar had written about the species. He hadn't asked any one else about what he found in the books, since the books stated clearly that it was to be a secret, so Harry kept it a secret. As he did with everything else he had learned both from Salazar's other books and the books in the library, the Come and Go room and the ones he had owl ordered.

Slightly recoverd from his transformation, Harry slowly pushed himself up and found that he was at least seven feet tall. Harry let out a sound that could be compared to a chuckle. He tried to talk but all that came out was a series of clicks and growls. Again Harry made a chuckle like sound. 'Better try to turn back into a human' He thought.

Harry concentrated on changing back. All that he got was a burning pain all over his body as he closed his eyes. When he opened them he found himself very close to the ground. He tried walking to the mirror but it was more like wobbling. When he finally reached the mirror and looked down he blinked. The face of a gold red phoenix stared at him. 'Great' Harry thought sarcastically. 'Nothing can ever be normal for Harry bloody Potter. I'm a phoenix. First a Yautja now a Phoenix.'

Hoping that this time he would be able to return to his human form, Harry focused again, to his surprise, he shifted withound any pain and found himself slithering around the room as a snake.

Blaming his famed 'Potter luck' he spent the rest of the night experimenting in his animagus forms. By the time the sun rose, Harry was utterly exhausted. He changed from a black hawk into his human form and tiredly pulled out his shrunken trunk from the fake molar in the back of his mouth, on the right side. He put it down, enlarged it with a wordlessl spell using the Elder wand and opened the lid, after hissing the password.

Feeling unclean he turned a nearby crate into a chair, sat down and began to undress. He placed his wandholsters, with the wands, onto the table he had been using to prepare his ingredients on and placed the two knifes he had carried next to them.

Once he was naked, except for his underwear, he used his wand to cast a cleaning charm. Feeling the magic remove the dirt and grime from his body he grimaced, he'd never liked that particulier spell. It just didn't feel the same way a good hot shower or a long silky in a warm tub of water did. Still he was a lot cleaner than before en unlocked the compartment in his trunk, which contained his clothing.

He pulled out a tight flexible form fitting pair of pants, sturdy dragonhide combat boots, a sleeveless shirt and a long sleeved chain-mail tunic. The clothes and the boots were all black, the chainmail tunic however was almost silver in color, it was an incredible piece of craftmanship, each link was thin and expertly intertwined with the others. It had been made out if a rare alloy known as Mithril and crafted by the Goblins especially for him to wear. It was part of a set of armor, made from the same alloy, only the armor itself had been lined with black leather and painted black.

Harry briefly thought about not wearing the chainmail and armor but decided against it. He quickly took of his underwear, exchanged it for a clean one and got dressed within ten minutes. Speed dressing had become a necessary skill-set during the war. After burning his dirty set of clothing with a simple fire spell he pulled out his armor, finding it best to wear it. He'd rather be prepared at all times in case of an abrupt attack on his life than not be prepared and end up dead.

As tired as he was, he allowed Dobby to help him put the armor on. The loyal elf, wearing a miniature version of a butlers costume, happily fastend the straps of Harry's torso armor while he himself fastened the arm guards. Once the elf was done, Harry sat down to strap the shin guards firmly around his lower leg, the black piece of armor seemingly melding into one piece of armor with the combat boots. Just to be on the safe side he decided to put on the upper thigh armor as well and quickly had it in place before he pulled out a pair of fingerless basilisk-hide made gloves.

Harry slipped them on, stood up and pulled out a black battle robe, designed for easy movement during a duel. He put it on, pulled out a dark green cloak made from the hide of a welsh green Dragon and wrapped the cloak around him, fastening it with the simple black clasps.

Then he picked up his wandholster and secured it to his right lower arm. He slid the elder wand in the holster and his phoenix feather wand in the hidden wand holster in his left boot. He slid a knife in his right boot and secured his second knife to his left upper thigh using a thick leather knife holder.

Stiffling a yawn he closed the clothing compartment of his trunk and then pulled down the lid. He locked it with a quick twirl of the Elder wand, shrunk it down and hid it into the fake molar, which he then put back in his mouth. After making sure that everything was in place he sat back down and stretched out, sighing as his muscles stretched out and his joints popped ever so slightly. Running a hand through his, now just below the shoulder lenght, hair he quickly turned a rock into a comb and allowed Dobby to comb it.

He relaxed slowly as the elf worked through his hair with the comb, his eyes slowly closing and his breathing evening out. By the time Dobby began to braid Harry's hair the wizard was already half asleep. He shot up when Dobby declared that he was done and asked if 'Master Harry' liked it, to which he replied with a firm Yes. He had two braid running down from his right temple and two on the left. The rest of his hair had been neatly combed back and pulled into a high pony tail.

"Thank you Dobby" Harry said, causing his little friend to beam with happiness. Dobby knew his master wasn't the nicest of people. But Dobby didn't care, because Harry had been the first wizard to ever be nice to him and he knew his master would never harm anyone without a good reason. That was why Dobby chose to serve his master Harry Potter Sir. Dobby smiled as he remembered his master telling him of his code of honor. Dobby was the only person to know where Harry got his ideas about fighting and honor from. And that made Dobby very proud. To be the only one who knew his master's secrets was a great honor to the elf.

"Dobby why do you keep calling me master?" Harry suddenly asked. Dobby jumped up, startled at the sudden question. He bowed to the green eyed wizard and then beamed up at him. "Master Harry Potter Sir, yous is a great wizard. Yous is powerful and yous have honor. Yous promised to never harm anyone without a reason. Dobby is calling Master Harry Potter Sir, his master because Harry Potter saved Dobby from his old family"

Harry tilted his head to the lift and gave the elf a calculating look. While everyone thought he was an average student he was actually very intelligent. He simply hid his knowledge as to avoid more attention to himself. He already had enough attention with him being the so-called child of prophecy. Now he was pondering what to do with the eager house elf. 'Well I could use some help and he definitely doesn't seem to mind serving me at all. In fact he is very eager to help me. Bet he wouldn't let anyone harm me or find out about my secret. That is very useful to me and he can protect both himself and me rather well should I ever be injured.'

Coming to a decision, Harry gave the elf a small smile. "Very well, Dobby. You can be my elf if you want to" Dobby beamed and touched his master's face. Harry felt his magic bond to the house elf's magic and then felt the bond settle down. Dobby withdrew his hand and handed his new master a couple of steel needles. Harry slid them in special sheaths in his wristguards. He made sure no needle could pierce his skin. While he was immune to most poisons he could get sick from the one on the needled.

Harry's blood was mixed with the venom of a basilisk and the tears of a phoenix. Because of that he was immune to most poisons including the most deadliest poisons. He also healed twice as fast as he normally did due to the healing ability of the phoenix tears. He hadn't told anyone about that though. He figured it would be a nice ace in the hole.

Deciding that he was done he took hold of Dobby's hand and the elf squeaked when Harry apparated them directly on the front door steps of the magical bank, Gringotts.