READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 6: Rising from the Ashes
Harry, in the meantime, found himself hiding out in an abandoned warehouse not far from the muggle entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. The walk from the Ministry allowed him to calm down. Now he took the time to assess what he had, what he needed to do and what he wanted to do. Hedwig found him there. Harry talked out loud to her, bouncing some ideas off his companion. He felt so…..angry; Angry at the wizarding world for treating him like a piece of trash! Angry at Fudge and that Umbitch for treating him like he was no better than dog poop on the bottom of their shoe! Angry at Dumbledore for not providing any real support, and allowing him to be railroaded! Angry at his so-called friends (except Hermione) for their lack of real support; and angry at Sirius and Remus for trusting Dumbledore! He felt violated; they had tried to take his magic and his memories!
He realized he had no documents or "real" money; he had some of his old clothes, but most everything else was from the magical world and would be of little use to him now. Hedwig started barking back responses to his (unknowingly) verbalized thoughts – Harry got the impression she was telling him he had resources, like her, that could help.
It was, to say the least, a pleasant revelation! Harry thought about whom else could help him, be loyal to him, and would not reveal anything to anybody else. Only two names came to mind: Dobby and Hermione. They had consistently believed in him. They had consistently stood by him and supported him. Hermione couldn't help right this moment, but…"Dobby?" A small pop came from his right, and Dobby appeared. "Great master Harry Potter sir calls his Dobby.
What can Dobby bes doing for Great master Harry Potter sir?" he asked. Harry explained what happened at the Ministry of Magic, what they tried to do, and that Harry felt no obligation to stay in the Wizarding world. However, he needed help hiding himself from them and for setting himself up in the non-magical world. Dobby replied that he could help Harry, but only if they bonded, because only a bonded elf could not be forced to betray its master. "I will be happy to bond with you, Dobby, but we have to set some ground rules: One - I don't want a slave, I prefer a friend, even a bonded friend; two - you can't go punishing yourself. If you think you did a punishable offense, please talk to me about it; three – I would prefer you not wear rags. I am going to give you one sickle a week. Use some of the money to buy or make your own clothes. You and I, we are going to represent the Potter Family, so I am going to have to do the same.
Lastly, I want you to be able to take time off. Not working all the time. Are we agreed?" Harry asked Dobby. "Agreed Master Harry Potter sir!" replied Dobby enthusiastically (and jumping up and down in anticipation) "Alright Dobby, how do we do this?" he asked. Dobby took Harry's hand and put it on his head. He looked at Harry and told him to push a little bit of magic into the elf and say "I take Dobby the elf into my service, so mote it be".
Harry told Dobby that he would need a new identity so neither the Death Eaters nor the rest of the wizarding world would be able to find him. He decided to use the name Evan for his first name but was unsure of a surname. Dobby made a comment that this was like the life of a phoenix – rising from the ashes of the previous life. Harry thought that was brilliant so he chose the name Evan Fenix.
That night, Harry dreamt of Voldemort laughing. The Hero of the Wizarding World was as powerful as a squib and didn't even know it! How delightfully funny, he thought.
August 13, 1995 - Just to make sure Evan Fenix was a safe name to take; Harry visited the nearby British Library at Kings Cross, and looked up the name in a telephone book and name registry. Turns out the surname Fenix had its origins with the Anglo-Saxons. The name arose as a product of living in the town of Fenwick, which is in Northumberland and in the West Riding of Yorkshire (located in the north part of England along the east coast, near the border with Scotland). The name Fenwick was derived from the Old English word fenn, which means marsh, and wic, which means dairy farm.
The Fenwick family held a family seat at Stamfordham from ancient times (at least the 13th century). The church at Stamfordham, was erected about the 13th century – it's chancel (the space around the altar in a church) was built by the Fenwicks and called Fenwick Tower. Fenwick Tower was the seat of the family until 1688, when Sir John Fenwick alienated his estates for the sum of £20,000.
When the tower was pulled down in 1775, several gold coins from the era of King Edward III (aka Edward of Windsor, 1312-1377) were found. The coins were supposed to have been concealed in 1360 when, during the invasion of David, King of Scotland, the two sons of Sir John Fenwick, then owners of the castle, were made prisoners – those coins were over 400 years old when found…. 200 years ago!