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Author Note: This new story idea has been kicking around for a while, so I decided to see where it would head. Please review constructively, I really appreciate all suggestions and comments. :)

Summary: Fawkes heals baby Harry after he is injured, and leaves him with some interesting side effects.

Warnings: Super!Harry, please do not read if this sticks in your clack. There will not be any slash.

Additional A/N: This chapter has now been edited by my superb beta-reader, Izabel Lightwood. Many thanks for your help!

Fire in the Blood

by Rianess

Chapter One - Prologue

Godric's Hollow, Wales

The jar holding the Floo powder was knocked over and spilled onto the carpet, but due to the haste in which the person who had knocked it over was throwing a handful of it into the fire, they didn't notice this fact for some time. When they did, all that would happen would be a flick of the wand a the 'purchasing of a new pot.

When the flames turned green, the person who had been frantically opening the Floo stuck their head in and shrieked for Albus Dumbledore. Said venerable wizard answered the summons with all due haste, which, considering the desperate tone of his hailer, was rather a lot of haste indeed.

"Lily? What's the matter? You look white as a sheet." He asked, worried.

"It's Harry, he's been bitten by a snake, and we think it might be Nagini." She replied, wondering how Voldemort's familiar had tracked them now, or was even looking for them, since rumours had it the snake never left his side.

"Have you called St. Mungo's?" He asked quickly, already getting up from his desk and preparing to come through the Floo.

"Yes, they're sending someone, but considering how long it's been since the bite, they say that there may be nothing they can do..."

"I'm sorry, Mr and Mrs Potter, but this is now beyond me. We do not have sufficient time in which to make an anti-venom. All we can do is make him comfortable." The healer declared, hating himself for having to deliver this news to the child's parents.

Dumbledore looked between Lily and James, who were now staring with disbelief at their only child and clinging to each other, as if drowning. An idea formed quickly in his head, and he nodded decisively.

"Fawkes!" He called, sending his sense of urgency and his plea for aid along the link to his familiar.

In a bright flash, the bird appeared in the room and looked around curiously. When his eyes fell on the tiny figure huddled in the bed, he began singing a calming tune. Dumbledore moved closer to him and explained.

"Old friend, if there is anything you can do to help the boy...."

The bird flew over to the patient and began to examine him. After a minute or two, he began to cry tears into the wound, which slowly, started to close. Those present turned to each other and sighed with relief, and, because they did so, they did not see one pertinent fact. Along with his tears, Fawkes the fire phoenix allowed three small drops of his blood to enter the wound, before it closed. Just three. Even if they had seen it, it is doubtful whether they would understand the significance of this fact. No one would, in actuality, for quite some time.

"My friends, I know it's hard to think about leaving your jobs, and hiding away, but clearly it's the most responsible thing to do right now. This prophecy will place you and your family in the direct line of fire. Need I remind you that your son was recently attacked at your home? Please, you must heed my advice in this instance, and have the Fidelius Charm cast on yourselves and your home."

"We have actually been considering it for some time, Albus, ever since that snake nearly killed Harry really, and we were thinking of asking Sirius to be our Secret Keeper. We know he would die, rather than betray us."

"Sirius, yes, he is a good choice James, but an obvious one, don't you think? Everyone is aware of how close you are, and he's a highly placed Auror. How about someone a little less obvious, say Peter?"

"Stand aside girl..."

"Not Harry, please, have mercy..."

"I won't tell you again, stand aside!"

"No, please, not Harry!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Now, it is your turn, young Potter. A pity, you could have been great..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

"..."

"My Lord, wha- shit, I've got to get out of here!"

"Where is 'e, Black? Where's Harry?"

"I don't know, I went to Peter's hiding place, to check on him and he was gone, so I came here, and I found J-James..."

"It's alrigh', come on, nuthin' else we can do 'ere, let's go and see Dumbledore."

And with that, Sirius Black and Rubeus Hagrid left the ruined house at Godric's Hollow, never once noticing the baby bird, snuggled in its pile of ashes, nice and warm, under the blanket in Harry Potter's crib.

News of the death of the Potter family and the destruction of the Dark Lord would hit the wizarding world at the same time. The public were unsure of how to take such news, one led to rejoicing and one to grief. In time, the Potters would be remembered as making a noble sacrifice for the good of their world. Statues would be erected and children would be told stories of the brave heroes before bedtime.

One would think, that this would mean the story was over.

In such an instance, however, one would be wrong.