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"So, what do you actually know about your family?"

This caught the teen off guard. His lithe frame slumped over, and hesitance shone in his emerald green eyes. When he saved the man next to him, his godfather, from being executed for something that another person, a traitorous rat, had done, he never thought that this would come up in conversation. So, he answered with complete honesty.

"Truthfully, not much. With everything that happened the past three years, I never thought to ask about anyone other than my parents, and even the, I only know a bit." The sigh he let out before answering showed his fatigue in a way words never could.

"Alright Harry, I'll give you a brief rundown of your family because it's important for what I tell you after. Don't interrupt!" He noticed his godson beginning to talk ("But Sirius") and had to head him off. "The Potter family is very old and were descended from another old family named Peverell. The Peverell line was gifted in many things, such as enchanting, wandcraft, and a few other things. But most famously, they were known for their inherited family magic. It was known as Death Magick. With a "K" at the end of "Magick" because it's old and fancy.

"Death Magick?" Harry was nervously able to stammer out at the information overload.

"Yes Harry. Death Magick. Magic designed to kill, to wither away an enemy to ash and dust. When you mentioned what happened to that teacher in your first year, I knew you must have tapped into it. Anyway, this isn't the only family magic you inherited. What you may not know, but James and I were actually cousins. His grandmother, Dorea, your great-grandmother, was from the Black family like me."

"Cousins? No wonder you two were so close." Harry knew that His father and Sirius were like brothers. But to hear that there were actually related was definitely news.

"Ha! Never thought about it like that. Prongs would have loved that. Anyways, before I get too side-tracked, where was I. Oh! The Black family. Well, as you know, The Blacks were named such because of the dark magic we used. But about two-hundred years ago We gained another reason. A being with power our ancestors desired, fell in love with a woman, and gave her children. While the children were powerful, they didn't inherit the true power of their father. Those genes lay dormant until nearly fourteen years ago."

"Are you saying I gained some kind of power from this….thing? No offense Padfoot, but I think your mind might have went a bit. I think I would have known if I gained some incredible power."

"Not if it were sealed, and the seal placed under Fidelius. James was the Secret Keeper, and with his death, being that I was the only living person who knew, I became the Secret Keeper myself. Now Harry, you have to get back, and I have to get out of here! I'll keep in touch. I left a special trunk in your dorm. If you crawl inside, it's a lot bigger that you'd think. Use it to train in your powers over the summer. The ministry can't track magic inside. Gotta run Harry! Take care. To break the seal, I guarantee you can feel it now that you know about it, just push you magic into it. We made it purposely easy to break. I also left the journal that the being gave us so you could learn from it."

"Wait! What kind of being was it?" Harry had to know. It was a link to his ancestors... a power that could help him survive.

"It was a Fallen Angel."

This is the short first Chapter of my first story. I hope you like. Later chapters will be longer, and there should be 2 a week.