Chapter One.

Harry Potter sighed, as he got to work shovelling large pieces of dismantled building with an invisible shovel. Looking around, the seventeen year old legend could see other students doing the same thing; only stopping to cast excited glances his way, or, if they were feeling particularly brave, exchange a few words with him as he worked. It had only been a day since Harry had ridden the world of Tom Marvalo Riddle, or more commonly known as 'Lord Voldermort', and therefore became an even bigger freak show than he already was. The wizarding world had basked him in glory, already the Daily Prophet had published images of him, at various stages in his life, on nearly every single page. That morning, he was awoken at the crack of dawn, by a whole army of owls, all of which carried letters of praise and admiration, apologies from those who had mistrusted him, parcels bearing lavish gifts. And occasionally, there would be a crazy or two, who sporadically sent him a lock of their hair (for cloning purposes, apparently) and also the odd marriage proposal. Professor McGonagall already, keeping in mind it had only been ten hours since Voldermort's death, had to ban all members of the public, and press from the Hogwarts grounds. Wizards and Witches were; flying, apparating and a whole manner of other methods of transport, in to see the great Harry Potter- The Boy Who Lived. Although he was glad that people were rejoicing, heavens knew that they deserved some happiness in their lives, he stayed in the shadows and avoided the public eye. In fact, he was even avoiding his friends. It wasn't that he didn't like them, it more the fact that he wanted some air. Ron and Hermione had been with him the whole way; from the first day that he walked onto the train on platform nine and a three quarters, till the very second that Voldermort was no more. And they were still there for him. They had both made sacrifices, and lost loved ones, and even though the same held true for Harry, he wanted them to have a few hours to get some things that they lost back. So Right now, Harry, along with a great many other students, was helping to get the castle back into order. The battle that had raged within it's old walls, had almost destroyed the place that had been Harry's only real home. He was currently working in one of the many corridors, but noticing the increasing amount of students working in the area, he left discreetly.

It was eleven o'clock when Harry finally stopped. Subconsciously, he had made his way to the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady, and her friend Violet were drinking happily in the portrait. Neither of the two animated paintings aware of Harry, until he let out a loud cough.

"Oh look!…hic…Harry Po…hic…tter!" the Fat Lady exclaimed.

"Oh yes! I see him. But, why are there two of them?" The other lady giggled, obviously drunk.

"Victory." Harry stated.

"ooo…hic…yes, that's right. Of course…hic…'spect nothing more from a hero." She tittered, before the door swung open. Tense, he took in his surrounding, and once he could confirm that he was alone, he relaxed. Sighing, he sank into one of the cosy armchairs by the fire. Closing his eyelids, and removing his glasses, Harry contemplated the events that took place the night before. He frowned slightly, and felt an overwhelming melancholy as he remembered the deaths of many people he had known. His grief was short lived, because he remembered the wise words of one Albus Dumbledore. " Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love." (Quote from DH.) Those words, lifted the shroud of pain, and sadness from him, and stopped the tears that were about to fall. He missed Dumbledore, and even though he had used Harry, he was forgiven. Ever since he had seen and spoken to Dumbledore, learnt about him, and finally understood his own part in the world; Harry had found a respect in the man. Of course, he had always respected his ex-teacher, but now he understood the horrors that he had had go through the whole time, and alone too! He also felt that there was a connexion between the two, that their lives were very much alike. And the more he though about it, the more it made sense. Did Dumbledore not fight and destroy a tyrannical dictator, just like he had? Was Dumbledore not looked up to, sought after for advice, just like he was? And was not the whole world, astounded that such a man could die; almost the same reaction as when everybody thought that he was in fact dead? It was as if, their stories had been written at the same time, by the same author, only the fine details had been altered here and there for effect. Suddenly, he heard the common room door fling open. Harry looked up, and purely put of habit, had his wand pointed at the intruder.

Ginny Weasley blinked in confusion as Harry pointed his wand in a defensive stance at her. Realising who she was, he let his wand arm fall to his side.

"Oh. Sorry, err… force of habit." he said shyly. This would be the first proper talk that he would get with her. She smiled at his weak tone.

"It's ok. How are you feeling, Harry?" she asked. Harry noticed her puffy pink eyes, and was instantly inches away from her.

"Never mind about me. What about you? How are you coping?" he asked, a concerned frown appearing on his face. She tried to smile, but couldn't quiet make it. Silently, Harry took her in his arms, and she wrapped her arms around him. After a long silence, Ginny spoke quietly.

"He's dead." she whispered, without tears. Harry stroked her hair, and kissed the top of her forehead, also feeling her sense of helplessness.

"I thought that you were dead too." she added.

"But I'm not." He lifted her chin gently, so he could look into her chocolate brown eyes. "An Fred, well, he's having a blast." he told her, but she wasn't having any of it. She pushed him away.

"Stop it! Stop. Stop pretending like you know. I can't stand it. He's dead, and that's it!" the pain that came with losing her brother was making her bitter. If it was anyone else, Harry wouldn't have said what he was about to. If it was anyone else, he would've just went along with their rant. But then again, Harry did not love anyone else, he didn't feel the way he felt towards Ginny, to anyone else. So he said the words that were meant for him.

"Don't pity the dead, Ginny. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love." he said simply, sitting down. Ginny looked confused, as she slowly sat down besides him.

"What?" she asked, a little angrily.

"Ginny, that's what Dumbledore told me." he said, gazing into her beautiful eyes.

"When? When did he say that?" She asked, edging closer to him.

"Yesterday." he replied, in a clear voice. Ginny, suddenly tensed up. She stared at Harry earnestly. When she realised that he was being serious, grabbed him gently on the shoulders, making careful eye contact.

"Harry, sweetheart, he's been dead for almost a year now." When he nodded, she felt relieved. She held him close to her, then kissed him. At the touch, Harry's hold around her tightened, and only loosened when they came apart for air.

"It's the stress of what's happened, it just made you confused." she said softly, stroking his cheek.

"Ginny, you don't understand." he said, smiling slightly.

"I do Harry! Look, your confused. Don't you remember, you were there when he died. Harry you must remember that!" she exclaimed, trying to make his understand.

"Ginny, can I tell you what happened last night? I mean the whole thing?" he asked.

"You can tell me anything, Harry." she replied, holding both his hands, very tightly. He told her everything, from the beginning, and even the parts that she was there for. He paused at the part about Snape.

"What about him?" she asked with anticipation.

"Voldermort cursed him. He was seconds till death, so I went to look at him. I wanted to watch him die, because I thought that he deserved it." Harry could tell Ginny wanted to ask her questions, but she remained silent. " he gave me his memories, and made me look at him. I didn't understand, but once I saw the memories, I knew what he meant by it. They started of young, when he and my mother and Aunt were all children. She was confused, but Snape knew that my Mother was a witch. They lived near each other, and became good friends. Best Friends. When she got her letter, she wasn't surprised, because Snape already told her. Petunia was livid, she wanted to go to Hogwarts too, that's why she hates me so much. Then when they got to Hogwarts, they were best friends till their fifth year. My Das and Sirius, they were bullying him, so Mum intervened. Because he was angry, he ended up calling her a Mudblood. They stopped talking to each other after that, although Snape did try to say sorry. He became a Death Eater after Hogwarts, but he switched sides soon. He found out about the Prophesy, that either I had to kill Voldermort, or the other way around, Snape found out that he was going to go after my Mum, so he went to Dumbledore. He grovelled at his feet, begging him to save her. He agreed, but only if Snape did as he told him to. And he did for the rest of his life. He was double-crossing Voldermort the whole time, and working for us. Dumbledore was already dying, he wanted, him to kill him! They planned it all out! He did it all, risked being killed, saved my butt, because he loved her. He loved my Mum, and he couldn't watch her die in vain." he stopped and looked at Ginny.

"Then he was a hero." she whispered, smiling sadly.

"That's not all. There was another one. You know what a horcrux is?" she shook her head.. "There's a spell. If you kill someone, and say the incantation, you can rip apart of your soul up and place it in an object. "Ginny's eyes popped in shock. "Voldermort had seven. The diary," she shuddered. "…A ring that belonged to Slytherin, A locket that belongs to Slytherin, Hufflepuff's cup, Nagini and Ravenclaw's Diadem. Ron, Hermione and I were looking for them and destroying them all year. "

"But…you said six, there should be another one!" she exclaimed.

"I know. The night he killed my Mum, he lost a part of himself. The part of his soul that was ripped from him unawares, was transferred into me. I was the seventh horcrux. I saw Dumbledore telling Snape to tell me when the time was right. I had to let Voldermort kill me." Ginny gasped, which made Harry smile. "I left Dumbledore's office, and I made my way to the forest. I found Neville on the way, and told him to kill Nagini, which he did." Harry smiled with pride, before going on. "I put my cloak on and carried on walking. I saw you then." She was about to say something, but closed her mouth, and glared. "Don't be angry. I was afraid. I knew what I had to do, but if I was with you, talking to you, touching you, then I wouldn't have the strength to do what I had to do. You have no idea how much I wanted to throw myself at you, and let you talk me into not going. Ironic I suppose then, that it was the fact that if I died, you might have a better future that made me do it. So I went on, and he killed me. It didn't hurt at all. A few seconds later, I found myself at King's Cross station. Then Dumbledore came. He told me a lot of things that I really needed to hear. He also told me, that I had two options; I could die, or I could come back and keep fighting. He said it was my choice. So I came back, and you know the rest. " he finished. Ginny sat gawking at him, before lunging for him. She wrapped herself around him and cried.

"Harry…your…wow." she muttered. "You could've told me. I would've hated it, but I would've understood."

"I love you too much, even if you could deal with it I couldn't." Harry told her. She beamed.

"I love you too."

A couple of days later, although there was still a month before the summer would start, all students were sent home. All students, regardless of their age, were now forced to retake the year of schooling that they had missed, when they would come back after the summer. Many of the students had been orphaned that year, so many were taken in by friends or distant family. Those who had no one, were sent to muggle care homes. The Weasleys offered to take Harry in, but he graciously declined. Everybody was taken aback by this.

"But mate, where will you go?" Ron asked his best friend incredulously.

"Yes, Harry. Where would you go?" Hermione added matter-of-factly.

"The house of Black." Was Harry's response.

"What?" Both Ron, and Hermione exclaimed in unison.

"You can't, it's much to dangerous!" Hermione squealed.

"Look, if I can't go there, then I'll go somewhere else. Okay." Although his voice was calm, Ron and Hermione knew instantly that the conversation was over. Though, that didn't quiet stop them from glaring at him. And what he didn't tell them was that he was hoping that Andromedia would reply to his letter about Teddy soon. When she did, he wanted to be alone.

Because it wasn't just students that needed to leave, instead of using the Hogwart's express, the Floo Network was used. Harry was among the last to leave, due to the fact that the new headmistress (Professor McGonagall) had brought up an interesting matter.

"Mr. Potter, I understand that you are most probably tired, and wish to rest, but there is an issue regarding your muggle family." she said tartly, after pulling him away from the Weasleys. He had only just managed to yell a "Hope you find your parents soon!" and a "Goodbye." to his friends.

"I don't understand, Professor." he said, curiosity getting the better of him. Harry knew, that he should run whilst he had the chance, but alas, did not.

"The Aurors, and all of the order members, are very busy. The Dursleys need to get back to Little Whining, and soon. You would be the perfect person to take them back. Take this they're waiting. 24, Hallowell rd. " She handed him an old trainer and a gold key six inches long. Harry groaned, as he felt himself being pulled through some kind of vortex.

A moment later he was standing outside a run down shack, that looked as though no one had been near it in the last century. Cursing McGonagall, he searched for a keyhole, only to find that the door before him was completely void of one. After a whole fifth teen minuets of randomly searching for a keyhole, he finally found one; under the doormat. He looked at in disgust as he shoved in the key and turned it. Much to Harry's dismay, the door, did not open, but, the ground beneath him, did, give way. When the strange sucking sensation was gone, Harry stood in the middle of a plain living room, occupied by Dursleys. Despite the outside appearance, it was actually a very cosy place. There was a telly, and three sofas in the medium sized room. There was also a large, medieval looking fireplace, and windows that brightened up the room. Dudley, was the only one of the three who looked pleased to see him, but only after the initial shock. In any case, Harry was glad that, at least one of the only family members that he had was glad to see him, even if the most part of their life had been dedicated to making his own hell. At first, he just cowered behind Vernon, whimpering like a very oversized puppy, abandoning the whole pizza that had been in his hands. Petunia shrieked, and stood behind Vernon also.

"What do you mean by it, boy!" Vernon roared when he realised who it was.

"I have a name." Harry replied coldly. Vernon shook with rage, he was not a man who like being rebuked.

"What do you want?" Petunia asked snootily.

"I'm here to take you back to Little Whining." he said, calmly. Dudley, now waved at Harry, and resumed his seat on the double couch, eating his Pizza. Harry smiled. Dudley had not changed, well apart from the fact that he wasn't trying to hurt him.

"Hi, Harry." he said through a mouthful of food.

"Hey, Big D." Harry called him by the name his cousins friends had given him. Dudley chuckled.

"What about this Voldyport, what of him? " Vernon demanded. Harry crossed his arms, and ignored Vernon.

"Do they still have their car, Dudley?" He asked his cousin, who looked up in response.

"It's in the garage." Vernon answered for him.

"I didn't ask you, but never mind." With a wave of his wand, and a few incantations, the whole house was packed into a small black string up bag in his hand.

"What the devil…?" Vernon huffed.

"Everyone get in the car. We need to leave as soon as." Vernon grabbed his keys and lead them out into the garage, whilst keeping a careful eye on Harry's wand. Once they were all in the car, and strapped in, Vernon demanded to know what to do.

"Drive home." He said, pointing his wand at the garage door, and breaking the charms that kept them there. The door flung open, and light burst through the doorway. Vernon started the engine, and in a matter of minuets they were on their way.

"When will we get there, dear?" petunia asked Vernon from the front passenger seat, after travelling for over half a day.

"Just another two hours." He replied, casting Harry a glare from the mirror. Harry just grinned.

"Still haven't sorted out that attitude of yours. I suppose all of your lot` are like that. You disgust me Potter." Harry smiled sweetly in response.

" Uncle Vernon, you see, I'm seventeen now." he said coyly

"So." his uncle grunted.

"Well, that means that, I can use magic out of school. And considering that I'm somewhat loved by all, I doubt that anyone would care if I used magic when I shouldn't anyway." he continued in the same tone. Vernon caught on, turning a violent shade of purple, however remaining silent.

A little over two hours later, they arrived at Privett drive. Harry insisted that they park the car at the opposite end of the street, and wait, whilst he went and checked the house for safety. He apparated with a loud CRACK, from the car right into the house. He looked around the house, running up the stairs, and checking there to, for the signs of anything or anyone that shouldn't be there. Once he was adamant that all was well, he ran back to the living room, only to stop dead in his tracks. His wand, which was already out, was directed towards a elf like creature. It was the same colour, and had the same features as a house elf, however was the same size as the average human. And as far as Harry was concerned, it was a potentially harmful thing.

"Who and what, are you?" he asked, in a clear and loud voice, that rang in the hollow silence of the room.

"My name is Maddock, and I am an elf." Maddock grinned, revealing a row of shining white, human like teeth.

"Why are you here?" Harry demanded, feeling confused, as to why an elf would be so big.

"Harry Potter. I have waited a long time to see you. Have a little patience, Harry Potter, and I will tell you all." The elf, sat on one of the sofas, and looked at Harry, who nodded, and waited for him to go on.

"I am a type of elf called umeso; we are a very powerful species. You Know Who, wiped out the entire race…except for me some twenty years ago. I had not been with the others when he attacked, so I was spared. When I found my dead family, my dead comrades, I fled to the mountains, and had stayed there for a long time. It was not until he had already been defeated, or so we thought, that I began to think of revenge. I was shocked, to say the least, when I discovered, that it was you, a baby, who had been the downfall of this Wizard. I was intrigued, as to how a baby could succeed, when an entire race-the entire magical world, could not. So I followed you, through your life, I have always been there."

"How could you have been? I've never seen you." Harry argued.

"Harry Potter, I have the means to be invisible, undetectable…but you will soon find out more about that." he paused for breath. "I used my magic, to be follow you undetected, even that fine map of your could not tell. I have come to love you like a son, Harry Potter. You might find that hard to understand, but I have watched you grow; from an abused child, to a leader, and the greatest wizard to walk the earth. The pride I feel, is of gigantic quantities, and you will never be able to fully appreciate it." Maddock grinned. "The last year has taught you a great deal about patience, a few years ago, I wouldn't have been able to get a word in sideways. You have matured. But, time is not of the essence, I must press on." he stopped, and looked into Harry's green eyes. "I am dying, and wish to have my legacy live on." he paused, as if to test, if Harry would interrupt. when he didn't, Maddock continued. "As my own son is long since been dead, I look to you to show love. I want to give you a gift; the most precious thing that I have to give." he finished softly.

"Look, Maddock, I think you should keep your gift, I don't really know you, and don't feel comfort…" Harry trailed of, as suddenly Maddock jumped up, and placed his right hand on Harry's forehead. He tried to pull away, but some invisible force held them glued together. For a split second, he felt as if, his forehead would swallow him up, and he would cease to exist. But that was not the case. Only a few moments later, Maddock released him. Harry glared at him.

"What did you do?" he snarled. His hand then became engulfed in huge flames. Panicking, he waved it around and tried to put it out with a pillow. It was only when Maddock pointed out that it would not go out until he calmed down, that Harry realised, that there was a stunning lack of pain where he was being burnt.

" I gave you every last drop of my magical ability." The elf grinned.

"Well, take it back!" Harry hissed angrily.

"I can't, I gave all my magic to you, and you can only pass on your magic through genes, and if your about to die." he replied happily. Harry glared. "Although your patience has improved, your temper is as temperamental as ever." he added slyly.

"So, what are my powers?" Harry asked, deciding that there was no other way but to accept it.

"I don't have the time to tell you. Drowd will help you."

"Who?"

"You'll see. Go and get the muggles. Goodbye, I won't be here when you get back." Maddock waved.

"Err…goodbye." Harry rushed out of the door, feeling dazed.

He left the Dursleys quickly, after putting up some charms to keep wizards that posed as a threat, out of their home.

Harry went straight to his Godfather's old home.

"I did not kill you" Harry said to the figure of Mad-Eye-Moody, that had appeared. Instantly, Sirius's Mother began screaming.

"TRAITORS! MUDBLOODS!" Harry pointed his want at the portrait, and with a few red sparks, the curtains closed, silencing her.

"Kreacher!" He called out, into midair. A CRACK later, a short house elf, clothed in an old tea owl and long gold locket, appeared before him.

"Master." It bowed down, so low that the tip of it's long nose touched the floor. Harry looked at it for a moment, before grinning.

"How are you, Kreacher?"

"Very Well, Master. What may I do for you?" the old elf replied.

"I think that we should get the house of Black, back to it's former glory." The large eyes that belonged to elf, instantly lit up. "I think we should start from the upstairs down, don't you?" Harry asked.

"Whatever Master wishes." he replied.

"Okay then, we should get started." Harry said, and so began a month of relentless cleaning, and restoration.

Whilst Kreacher, polished every nook and cranny of the house, Harry set about returning all of the furniture to a brand new condition. By the end of a month, between themselves, Harry and Kreacher, had the House of Black as good as new. Originally, the idea had only occurred to him, to get Maddock of his mind, but soon, Harry found that he was enjoying himself. And although his method of distraction was working, it was difficult to forget about his new powers when every so often, he would spontaneously start levitating, or other equally unusual things. So far though, Kreacher had not noticed the difference in his master. After a few days, Harry realised, that the more relaxed he was, the less these power surges would occur. And now the only thing that Harry had a problem with, was the row of executed elf heads, and the deranged Mrs Black's portrait. When he voiced these concerns, Kreacher, much to his surprise, agreed with him. Hermione had been right; kindness towards elves, would get you far. The heads were easy enough to get down, it took only the minimal of effort, which made Harry wonder why the order members hadn't taken them down sooner. The portrait, however, Harry knew, would be more trouble.

"Master…?" Kreacher croaked, walking into the hallway, with a gaping mouth.

"What?"

"How, did Master take down the heads of Kreacher's ancestors?" the elf asked incredulously.

"With a removal spell." Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"But they had the same charm as Kreacher's old Mistress' portrait." Kreacher looked awed. Harry then remembered Maddock.

"Kreacher, do you know about the Umeso?" Kreacher's eyes opened wide with shock.

"Yes Master, but they died out a long time ago. Wizards do not know of them." Kreacher replied. Harry then proceeded in telling Kreacher about his meeting with Maddock, which resulted in a lot of gasping on Kreacher's part.

"Then Master, must have a great many new powers, that most cannot even imagine."

"Maddock said he didn't have time to tell me about them, but Dowd would." Harry trailed of. Just as he had said the word Dowd, there was a small puff of golden smoke. When the mysterious smoke faded, a six inch, golden skinned pixie, with two long silvery wings, appeared.