1 The Heir
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1.5.5 Chapter One: Strange Dream
Harry Potter sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed. He had had much time to think about the events of the previous school year. Harry had never had a normal year at Hogwarts, and with Voldemort back again and intent on killing him he seriously doubted that he ever would. Voldemort, the dark wizard responsible for masses of both muggle and wizard killing years ago, who had come back to power, thanks to Harry, even stronger than he was before Harry defeated him for the first time as a baby could not seem to leave Harry alone.
Then Harry's thoughts went back to what had happened that night at the graveyard. He could remember it as clearly remember it as if it had been yesterday. Cedric's dead body, Pettigrew's screams as he sacrificed his own hand, dueling with Voldemort. He could remember the pain of the Crucio curse, the torturing curse, Cedric's shadowy form requesting Harry to take back his body to his parents, and then Lily and James Potter appearing out of Voldemort's wand.
Harry finally rose from his bed feeling very nervous, because he had not had heard from any of his friends for a little over a week. Being with his aunt and uncle he was completely cut off from the magic world. This was what he couldn't stand, now that Voldemort had returned he could not take not knowing what would happen. The silence could mean things so horrible that Harry shuddered to even think about them. Last Harry had heard Hermione was in Bulgaria visiting Victor Krum, much to Ron's displeasure.
Harry glanced at the clock and realized that he would be fifteen in only five more minutes. He couldn't wait for owls from his friends. Not because he wanted presents, but because he wanted news. He was especially eager for a letter from Sirius whom was on some dangerous mission for Dumbledore. To make it even worse Sirius could not be seen, because all of the wizard and muggle world were convinced that Sirius was an escaped murderer. He glanced at the clock again he would be fifteen in ten seconds. As if on cue as soon as the clock struck twelve five owls flew in his window. However he only glimpsed the first one coming in, because at the exact moment he turned fifteen he fell unconscious.
Harry found himself in a very strange situation. He was looking out into a vast expanse of whiteness that didn't seem to ever end. Then he noticed an aged wizard with a silver beard in long white robes staring at him. A normal person would have freaked out, however Harry just looked at it in dismay. "Why me? Harry asked himself sullenly. The old man, a wizard Harry presumed looked at him with faint amusement. " Because you are the chosen one he said cryptically. Harry looked at him with some annoyance. Are you going to explain why I'm here or just stand there and laugh at me, he said a little crossly.
Well, aren't we a little grumpy today? But very well if you would kindly be quiet until I finish my story I will answer all of your questions.
Well then get on with it, Harry demanded angrily. He was not happy about falling unconscious to listen to some old guy rant on and on without actually getting any answers.
"I am Merlin The Great, and I have come to tell you vital information about the evil that is plaguing your time. You see Harry you are the one destined to lead the forces of light into battle against the dark. You are the savior, however it will not be easy. It will be a very hard road, and you will lose many of those close to you.
Harry had listened impatiently and with much dismay to what Merlin was saying. "Why am I the savior? I haven't even graduated from school. I don't even have the best marks in my year! What can I do that no one else can? What does this have to do with you who have been dead for over a thousand years?" Harry said all of this with some annoyance, and with much confusion.
"Silence! We all have our parts to play! It was all prophesized long before you were born. Which brings us closer to the point; you're heritage. You Harry are my heir, from you're mother's side, and you are the heir of Godric Gryffindor on your father's side. You are are the only remaining heir of both Gryffindor and I. Though neither ever knew your aunt and mother were stepsisters." Merlin then pause waiting for Harry to respond.
"I don't have ant special talents! If I am so great then why do I struggle just to pass potions?" Harry was not going to be satisfied without an explanation.
Merlin grinned; you're full of mistrust aren't you? That is good! You must be wary if you hope to live very long! However, to answer your questions your powers have been inside you all you're life maturing and waiting. If you think hard you may remember doing some strange things whenever your emotions were particularly strong. You are now fifteen and your powers have awakened. You must put them to good use."
Harry sighed, "Alright I believe you. Now could you go into some more details about my power?
You can do almost anything you set your mind to Harry, and so you know you no longer need your wand to do magic. You can apparate, become any animiga, and almost anything else, but your life will still not be easy by any means! You have a hard future ahead of you! You have potential to become the most powerful wizard in the world. You still have much training to do however, before it is time to battle the dark.
"I wasn't considering going to duel with Voldemort as soon as I woke up", said Harry with exasperation evident in his tone.
"Which reminds me that it's almost time to go, but before I do I just wanted to congratulate you! I have seen the one who is prophesized to be your love, is not only capable, but quite a stunner. I wouldn't want to spoil your surprise so I'll only tell you that you know her, but not very well", Merlin said with a grin and his blue eyes sparkling remarkably like Dumbledore's.
Harry knew better than to ask, but he was sad to see Merlin go! "Thank you Merlin! For everything! You won't be forgotten!
Merlin smiled and said, I'm proud of you my Heir! And remember that though it may sometimes be difficult you are not alone! You have my blessings!
Harry woke up, and noticed no time had gone by. However he felt very strange. He could feel the power running through his veins! Harry Potter, The Savior, had awoken!
A/N Well this is my first fic! If you like it remember that I can type faster with the more reviews I have! I need some serious help! Constructive criticism is welcome as are flames!
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1.5.5 Chapter One: Strange Dream
Harry Potter sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed. He had had much time to think about the events of the previous school year. Harry had never had a normal year at Hogwarts, and with Voldemort back again and intent on killing him he seriously doubted that he ever would. Voldemort, the dark wizard responsible for masses of both muggle and wizard killing years ago, who had come back to power, thanks to Harry, even stronger than he was before Harry defeated him for the first time as a baby could not seem to leave Harry alone.
Then Harry's thoughts went back to what had happened that night at the graveyard. He could remember it as clearly remember it as if it had been yesterday. Cedric's dead body, Pettigrew's screams as he sacrificed his own hand, dueling with Voldemort. He could remember the pain of the Crucio curse, the torturing curse, Cedric's shadowy form requesting Harry to take back his body to his parents, and then Lily and James Potter appearing out of Voldemort's wand.
Harry finally rose from his bed feeling very nervous, because he had not had heard from any of his friends for a little over a week. Being with his aunt and uncle he was completely cut off from the magic world. This was what he couldn't stand, now that Voldemort had returned he could not take not knowing what would happen. The silence could mean things so horrible that Harry shuddered to even think about them. Last Harry had heard Hermione was in Bulgaria visiting Victor Krum, much to Ron's displeasure.
Harry glanced at the clock and realized that he would be fifteen in only five more minutes. He couldn't wait for owls from his friends. Not because he wanted presents, but because he wanted news. He was especially eager for a letter from Sirius whom was on some dangerous mission for Dumbledore. To make it even worse Sirius could not be seen, because all of the wizard and muggle world were convinced that Sirius was an escaped murderer. He glanced at the clock again he would be fifteen in ten seconds. As if on cue as soon as the clock struck twelve five owls flew in his window. However he only glimpsed the first one coming in, because at the exact moment he turned fifteen he fell unconscious.
Harry found himself in a very strange situation. He was looking out into a vast expanse of whiteness that didn't seem to ever end. Then he noticed an aged wizard with a silver beard in long white robes staring at him. A normal person would have freaked out, however Harry just looked at it in dismay. "Why me? Harry asked himself sullenly. The old man, a wizard Harry presumed looked at him with faint amusement. " Because you are the chosen one he said cryptically. Harry looked at him with some annoyance. Are you going to explain why I'm here or just stand there and laugh at me, he said a little crossly.
Well, aren't we a little grumpy today? But very well if you would kindly be quiet until I finish my story I will answer all of your questions.
Well then get on with it, Harry demanded angrily. He was not happy about falling unconscious to listen to some old guy rant on and on without actually getting any answers.
"I am Merlin The Great, and I have come to tell you vital information about the evil that is plaguing your time. You see Harry you are the one destined to lead the forces of light into battle against the dark. You are the savior, however it will not be easy. It will be a very hard road, and you will lose many of those close to you.
Harry had listened impatiently and with much dismay to what Merlin was saying. "Why am I the savior? I haven't even graduated from school. I don't even have the best marks in my year! What can I do that no one else can? What does this have to do with you who have been dead for over a thousand years?" Harry said all of this with some annoyance, and with much confusion.
"Silence! We all have our parts to play! It was all prophesized long before you were born. Which brings us closer to the point; you're heritage. You Harry are my heir, from you're mother's side, and you are the heir of Godric Gryffindor on your father's side. You are are the only remaining heir of both Gryffindor and I. Though neither ever knew your aunt and mother were stepsisters." Merlin then pause waiting for Harry to respond.
"I don't have ant special talents! If I am so great then why do I struggle just to pass potions?" Harry was not going to be satisfied without an explanation.
Merlin grinned; you're full of mistrust aren't you? That is good! You must be wary if you hope to live very long! However, to answer your questions your powers have been inside you all you're life maturing and waiting. If you think hard you may remember doing some strange things whenever your emotions were particularly strong. You are now fifteen and your powers have awakened. You must put them to good use."
Harry sighed, "Alright I believe you. Now could you go into some more details about my power?
You can do almost anything you set your mind to Harry, and so you know you no longer need your wand to do magic. You can apparate, become any animiga, and almost anything else, but your life will still not be easy by any means! You have a hard future ahead of you! You have potential to become the most powerful wizard in the world. You still have much training to do however, before it is time to battle the dark.
"I wasn't considering going to duel with Voldemort as soon as I woke up", said Harry with exasperation evident in his tone.
"Which reminds me that it's almost time to go, but before I do I just wanted to congratulate you! I have seen the one who is prophesized to be your love, is not only capable, but quite a stunner. I wouldn't want to spoil your surprise so I'll only tell you that you know her, but not very well", Merlin said with a grin and his blue eyes sparkling remarkably like Dumbledore's.
Harry knew better than to ask, but he was sad to see Merlin go! "Thank you Merlin! For everything! You won't be forgotten!
Merlin smiled and said, I'm proud of you my Heir! And remember that though it may sometimes be difficult you are not alone! You have my blessings!
Harry woke up, and noticed no time had gone by. However he felt very strange. He could feel the power running through his veins! Harry Potter, The Savior, had awoken!
A/N Well this is my first fic! If you like it remember that I can type faster with the more reviews I have! I need some serious help! Constructive criticism is welcome as are flames!