Harry Potter and the Heir of the Ancient and Gods
Chapter 1
Heritage and a wish
The sun was shining brightly over the streets and houses of Little Winging while the residents went about their business such as shopping, gardening, Housework, car washing or just sitting in the bright sunshine drinking a cool glass of water or a cup of tea.
All, except one.
A teenage boy with messy yet black hair, startling emerald green eyes and a scar, barely visible in the shape of a Lighting bolt just showing from behind his bags.
This boys name was Harry Potter.
Harry, whom you would think was just as normal as every other teenage boy at the age of sixteen (today actually) was in fact completely different from the other residents of Little Winging.
Harry was a Wizard.
And he was proud to be so. All though at the moment he was wishing more then ever that his life over the past five years had never happened, that it had all been a bad and yet wonderful dream. For the past five years of Harry's life hadn't exactly been as peaceful as others. In fact, he had had so many adventures in which he had nearly been killed that he was beginning to wonder if he had been a cat in another life.
But there was also another reason why Harry wished his life over the past five years or rather his whole life, had never happened and that reason was that so many people had died for or because of him. Well four people but that was already four to many. And many others had been hurt badly because of him as well.
As Harry sat at his desk, looking out of the window at the blue sky, listening to the birds singing, he thought back and remembered those four who had died.
His Parents, Cedric Diggory and Harry's Godfather, Sirius Black! They had all died because he had been born. Because he was Harry Potter!
His Parents had died in an attack by Lord Voldermort; the most feared Dark Wizard of all time.
They had died to save him.
Helping him survive, but dieing themselves, leaving him alone, an orphan and famous, one of the most famous wizards alive, at the age of one.
Leaving him to be dumped on the doorstep of the Dursley's household on Halloween fifth-teen years ago. They of course weren't too happy about this and so the treated him worse then a slave. For ten years he had had to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, do all house and garden work, be punished for things he didn't do or didn't know he was doing due to his magic(which he had no idea he had then) and play the Punching bag for his baby wale like cousin Dudley.
Only after he had started at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry did they treat him better. But only a bit. The summer between his first and second and the summer between his second and third he had still had to do all the work but after his third year when he came home with a letter from his Godfather who was a escaped convict charged for Murder, they treated him better not wanting to provoke this dangerous Wizard who could easily kill them if they even thought about treating his Godson badly. Harry never bothered to tell them that Sirius had been framed and that he was completely innocent. And with this years threat that the Order had given then at Kings Cross the Dursley left him alone which meant they ignored him and pretended he didn't exist.
After his Parents there came Cedric Diggory, someone he had come to count as a friend throughout his fourth year. And again someone who had died because of him!
Everyone told him that it wasn't his fault but he knew is was. He may not have killed him but he had as good as killed him the moment he suggested they take the Cup together. If he hadn't then Cedric would still be alive.
As he thought back to that dreadful night he heard again those fateful words that he had heard so many times in his dreams.
"Kill the Spare!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
The blinding flash of green light, that high pitched and fearful voice echoed through his mind, sending shivers down his spine.
And then there was Sirius.
His Godfather who he had come to love as a father!
His parents best friend.
The one who had given him hope again had died only a few weeks ago.
Again because he had been stupid enough to fall for Voldermort's trick, leading himself and his friends into danger and certain death. Only after the Order of the Phoenix had turned up did they escape. Most of them had been baldy hurt but none of them had died. At least none of the students that is.
Sirius had died, murdered by his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange.
'If only he had stopped fighting', Harry thought bitterly, 'then he'd still be alive.'
'Ah, but if you hadn't fallen for Voldermort's trick he wouldn't have been there,' a small sly voice at the back of his head said. 'It's all your fault he's dead. And it's your fault your parents are dead as well. Not to mention Cedric.' The voice sounded a bit like Draco Malfoy.
'Your fault,'
Your fault,' it chanted accusingly.
'My fault,' Harry thought miserably, 'all my fault.'
'Oh stop it you scarheaded invalid,' snapped another voice in his head. 'It's Voldermorts fault and you know it so get it into that thick skull of yours ok!' This voice sounded rather like Ginny Weasley, his best friends little sister.
Voldermort! The mere thought of him made his blood boil. And that was when Harry realised it. It wasn't his fault after all. Even if it took him to go crazy by hearing voices in his head he had finally realised it.
It was Voldermorts fault. All of it! That his Parents were dead, that Cedric was dead. True he had not killed Cedric himself but Wormtail who had worked for him and he had given the order so again it was his fault.
Bellatrix worked for him as well. If she hadn't then she might not have ever killed her cousin so again HIS fault!
And he, Harry would make sure that bastard paid the price for this. For everything he had ever done or had been done by his order.
He would fulfil the Prophesy even if it was the last thing he did.
"Are you sure you can do that young one?" a voice suddenly asked form behind him.
Harry spun round wiping his wand out of the holster he had gotten from Mad eye Moody for his Birthday ("So you don't end up blowing up your trousers.") and pointed it at the person behind him.
An old man stood there. No, and ANCIENT man. He had a snow white beard that went all the way to his shoes and hair to match it.
He had an aura that just shouted extreme power. You could practically see the power radiating off him. Compared to this man Dumbledore looked and seemed like an complete Amateur.
Knowing he had no chance against this man if it came to a fight, he lowered his wand but didn't let his guard down.
"Who are you?" Harry asked the stranger, eying him suspiciously.
"I am Mamphimus. I am the ancient of the ancient. The oldest of the oldest! Higher then the oldest of the Gods and you, young one are my heir", the stranger, Mamphimus said.
Harry gauped at him like a fish!
"B-b-but I, I, how, what, I, err…" was all he could manage to stutter out.
The older wizard smiled at him and said, "You are shocked, which is understandable. Why I remember when I was told what I was and I think I remember fainting."
Harry looked like he was about to faint but asked, "Err, what do you mean, 'what I was' what are you and if I am your heir what does that make me?" Harry wasn't really sure he actually wanted to know.
"Oh well I am an Arch Mage and as you are my heir you are one too. The most powerful one to ever exist to be exact! This is because somewhere along your blood line you have the blood of the four founders in your veins", Mamphimus explained to a very shocked Harry.
Finally getting over his shock, after about ten minutes, Harry asked the old man while still goggling at him, "S-so I, I'm th-the heir o-of Gr-Gr-Grff-Griffin-dor, R-Ravenclaw, Hu-Huffelpuff and Sl-Slyth-Slytherin?"
"Yes, that would be correct. And that is the reason I am here", Mamphimus said smiling at Harry, who just nodded mutely.
The older Mage looked at Harry for a minute before saying, "This might be a surprise now but I think it is safe to say that it will be an even greater shock for you when you receive your powers and might I suggest you be sitting down the next time when you look in the Mirror", he smiled at Harry's confused expression.
"Err, ok…", Harry said not really sure what the old man was talking about.
"Now I suppose I should tell you about you powers. Well, you will be a master of Wandless magic, a telepath, a telekinetic, a multi Animagi, an Element master, you will be able to do Advanced Apparating, you will have the power over the weather which is connected to the Elements and the power over all creatures, magical and non-magical. You will also be a master of sword fighting but you will have to receive training for these powers", Mamphimus said ticking off all the powers on his fingers as he named them.
Harry sat down on his bed with a loud THUD looking dazed and shocked. Mamphimus looked at him with an amused expression and the same damn twinkle in his eyes that Dumbledore usually had.
"S-so I, I'll be err, how powerful exactly?", Harry asked still a little dazed.
"Well, as I have already said, you will be the most powerful Arch Mage ever to exist, so therefore the most powerful being ever to walk the planet", Mamphimus stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry, as he had done so many times that afternoon, goggled at him. Stuttering ever so much he said, "Ok, th, that, that's err, very, err, very in, interesting." He finished meekly.
"Yes, I quite agree. Now, as you now know about your heritage, I will trigger your powers so you will be able to get used to them before your training begins." Mamphimus said.
Harry was about to ask how he was going to get trained when Mamphimus clapped hi hands and a staff appeared.
The staff looked like it was made out of gold (which it probably was) with diamonds and rubies embedded into it. The top of the staff had been carved to look like the head of a phoenix with sapphires as its eyes.
Again, about to ask what it was for Harry opened his mouth just as Mamphimus tapped the staff three times on the floor and pointed it at Harry muttering something under his breath.
Suddenly a blinding flash of Emerald, Blue, Red, Yellow and Purple light erupted from the staff and engulfed Harry and the last thing he remembered before he blacked out was wave upon wave of tremendous pain.
It was already dark when Harry woke up a few hours later with an aching back and a splitting headache.
He sat up groaning and rubbing the back of his head on his bed thinking about what had happened earlier that day.
It was all a bit blurred but he remembered a lot of pain that was sure, even worse then the Cruciatus Curse.
He also remembered a weird man, who was talking about him being the heir to the four Founders or something.
Shaking his head, Harry stood up and put his glasses on, which had been hanging from one ear and was about to walk towards his desk to check the time when he realised that everything was a fuzzy blur.
Confused he took them off and was surprised when he realised that he could see perfectly without them.
Shaking his head he put them on his bed-side-table and walked towards his desk, but as he went past the mirror he caught a glimpse of his reflection out of the corner of his eye and stopped dead, stunned at what he saw, for the person starring back at him was not the scrawny, undernourished, little 16 year old he had been a few hours ago.
Oh no, now his reflection showed a handsome young man with a muscular build.
His hair was still messy and black but had dark purple and blue tips.
Running a hand through is hair to make sure it was really him he was seeing he examined the rest of his new self.
Yup, it really was him. He recognised his Mothers eyes and saw the scar on his forehead.
'Wow', he thought, 'I look good'
"I must agree with you there young one", a familiar voice said from behind him, making Harry jump.
Spinning round he saw the old man from earlier sitting on his bed, looking at him with an amused expression and that same damn twinkle in his eyes that Dumbledore always had.
"Oh, hello, nice to see you pop in again Mam...uhm Mamph…uh what was your name again?", Harry asked sheepishly though rather surprised at his sudden boldness.
"Mamphimus, young one", the old man said, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Oh Yeah. Err, could I call you Mamph? Or Mamphy? You now, for short?", Harry asked scratching the back of his head.
"You can call me anything you want young one", was the answer.
Harry looked at Mamphimus strangely before asking, "Uh, thanks, but why do you always call me young on?"
"Well, you are very young compared to me so it is only fitting do you not think so?" the old Nutter answered.
Harry looked at him as if he had grown two heads before saying, "I, err, suppose so but call me Harry please."
Mamphimus nodded, "As you with. Now, young Harry", here Harry put slapped his right hand to his forehead, "there is something I forgot to tell you earlier on. You see, every time someone reaches the level of the Arch Mage, which is not very often, and first receive their powers they are allowed to make a wish. The more powerful the Arch Mage is the more impossible the wish may be.
There are six different Levels of Arch Mages.
The first is a minimum power source, nearly as weak as a wizard. The more power you have the higher you are ranked. I am the highest ranked Arch Mage at the moment."
Harry, who was slightly confused asked, "And what rank am I?"
"You are not ranked because you power exceeds even my own and as I am the highest ranked six Level Arch Mage possible you are a Level above, a Level that has never existed, the mythical Level 7!"
Harry's Jaw dropped.
"Wh-what? H-how ca-can I…", he trailed of stunned.
"Yes, quite unbelievable. Anyway, as I was saying, the more powerful a Arch Mage is when they receive their powers the more impossible their wish can be, so you can wish for practically anything", the Arch Mage told an extremely stunned Harry whose mind was racing. The impossible! Could wish for Voldermorts death? Or for his Parents, Sirius and Cedric to be alive again?
As if reading his mind Mamphimus said, "You can not wish for someone's death, you can however wish for someone's life, four people's three people's lives to b exact."
Feeling disappointed about not being able to get rid of Voldermort Harry suddenly realised what Mamphimus had said. He could wish for three people's lives. Bur he wanted to return four people to the living. What was he going to do? How could he decide, how did he have the right to decide who lived again and who staid dead?
Turning to Mamphimus he said, "I-I can't do that…I don't have the right to decide who lives again if I can only bring back three but there are four for me…and one for so many others. Hoe do I have the right to bring back my Parents and Godfather when the Diggory's do not get their son back? How can I make a decision like that?", shaking his head he fought back tears, "I am afraid the I can not bring my parents and Godfather back, no matter how much I want to, if it means not returning Cedric to his family", and with that he lowered his head as if in shame, not seeing the pleased slime on Mamphimus' face.
"You have passed young Harry. I am proud of you."
Startled Harry looked up, "What? What do you mean I have passed? Passed what?" He was very confused.
Mamphimus was smiling so hard now that Harry was afraid his face would split.
"You passed the test. Every Arch Mage must pass a test before being granted worthy of our power. You showed that you have no greed in your heart and put others before yourself and wish to give others happiness more then yourself. That is what makes you great and worthy of our power and because you are so pure and selfless I will give you something, usually it is Immortality but for you I have something far more special. I will give you back your Godfather. Now you can wish for you parents and Cedric's lives without any guilt in your heart", the old Arch Mage told Harry with a kind smile.
Harry was starring at the man before him, hardly daring to believe what he had just heard.
"You-you really would do that? Really?", he asked with wide eyes.
Mamphimus nodded, "Yes young Harry I would. Before Harry knew what he was doing he had raced across the room and hugged the old Man who was slightly startled at first but then chuckled and rapped his arms round the trembling boy.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you", Harry repeated over and over again, tears of happiness streaming down his face.
Slowly Harry stepped away from the smiling Arch Mage, wiped his eyes and said, "How do I do it? How do I bring them back?"
Smiling, Mamphimus said, "Well firstly you need to close your eyes and concentrate on the people you want to bring back, then you have to access your power by looking deep inside yourself."
Nodding, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on Cedric and his parents, what they looked like and what he knew of them, then, not even knowing how he did it, he looked inside his very soul for the power to return them and suddenly he felt a wave of power rush over him. Opening his eyes he expected to see the smiling faces of his parents and Cedric but only saw Mamphimus.
Feeling disappointed and sad Harry said, "It didn't work. Their not here!"
He was surprised to hear Mamphimus laugh.
"It worked young Harry but you must be patient for soon you will see them. And I have already returned your Godfathers life."
Feeling ready to burst with happiness Harry pinched himself just in case he was dreaming.
'OW, yup', he thought rubbing the spot he had pinched himself, 'diffidently NOT dreaming'
Mamphimus got up and said, "Well I must really be going now, when you will see me again I can not say but if you every need me just call and I will come. Use your powers well young Harry, your training will begin soon", and with those words he was gone.
Harry blinked owlishly at the spot where he had just been, before sighing and suddenly feeling tiered.
Lying down on his bed his last thoughts before sleep claimed him where, 'This has defiantly been the best birthday present ever'
Hundreds of miles away Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk when suddenly a blinding yellow light filled the room. As is faded he could make out four figures.
Taking out his wand Dumbledore waited demanded, "Who are you? What business do you have here?"
As in Answer to his question, the four figures lowered their hoods.
Dumbledore gasped and stood there shocked and stunned.
Standing in front of him where none other then Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black and Lily and James Potter.