AN; My apologies if I copied some of your ideas. I have read so many fanfic's it is impossible to remember if I got an idea from another story. So cudos to you if you are the one that thought of it first.

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Unexpected ancestors

Hermione gasped as she saw the quill sped over the sheet of parchment. Both sheets on the table expanded as the family trees became visible; they were both of an ancient line in wizarding society! After about ten minutes of silver blurs, Harry and Hermione warily approached the parchments. There at the very top they both saw the same names; Merlin Ambrosias x Morgain le Fay.

"But I thought they were mortal enemies!" Ron blurted out.

Ragnok just smiled, as their assumptions were proven correct. "Yes, Mr. Weasley." Ragnok started a small history lesson. "But as you can see, they did produce one heir. It is not common knowledge that the mother of Merlin's daughter was in fact Morgain le Fay. What is widely accepted is that Cerdwyn Ambrosias was the matriarch of the royal line of wizardry."

"Excuse me sir," Ginny began politely. "I always thought the royal line ceased to exist?"

Ragnok answered her with a patient smile plastered on his face; "Well miss Weasley that was commonly accepted, but what the population did not know was that the royal line went into hiding after the establishing of the ministry. The wizarding community wanted the ministry to act as the muggle parliament does to their royal family. What the community did not know was that the ministry unlike the wizengamot was corrupted from the start." He stopped the explanation for the adolescents to take all the new information in and waited patiently if there were any questions.

"I've read that the royal family, to be exact king Arthur, founded the wizengamot. It was then known as the knights of the round table." Hermione added. "But what I don't understand is that, according to legend, Arthur was educated by Merlin. However, his mother was Lady Igraine and not Cerdwyn, if this family tree is to be correct. That means Cerdwyn was a great – great – great – great – great grandmother of Igraine. Merlin would've been at least three hundred years old!"

"Very perceptive, Miss Granger." Ragnok exclaimed. "I can see why you're told to be the smartest witch of your age. Merlin was indeed almost three hundred years of age, when he started to train young Arthur." He said while nodding to Hermione. "You see both Merlin and Morgain had taken curtain steps to become immortal, Morgain was the one that developed horcruxes and split her soul in several pieces." Ragnok watched the reaction on Harry's face, as he just widened his eyes and took in this part information. "Merlin on the other hand, became skilled in recharging his body and mind while letting his soul rest. He did this after the lifespan of an average human being, so every eighty years or so, he took a break from life, released his soul and let his body rest. His body was then wrapped in healing oils, ointments and linen cloth, so it would not decompose while vacated. This is how the both of them reached an age of many hundreds of years."

"So if I understand correctly, Morgain was the one that developed and created the first horcruxes, while Merlin practiced ascension and resurrecting?" Hermione summed up.

"Why yes, miss Granger," Ragnok said pleasantly surprised. "That is an accurate description."

"But why aren't they still alive?" Ron asked.

"Who says they are not." Ragnok answered.

"Well," The walking encyclopedia started. "We know Morgain isn't. Arthur and his knights vanquished Morgain, ohw now I understand. There are legends of multiple battles, but in every mythical battle, Morgain was slain. I really thought it were multiple authors who spun their stories differently, but it was in fact a part of Morgain they vanquished after…"

"Hermione!" Ron shouted. "You're rambling! I really love the history lesson here, but what does it have to do with the two of you?"

"Well, Mr. Weasley." Ragnok answered. "Mr. Potter and Miss Granger are both descendants of the royal family. As you can see on their family trees, Mr. Potter is a direct descendent of the King's of Camelot while Miss Granger descents from the queen's of the Isle of myths." Ragnok paused his explanation so the information could sink in. After a minute or so he continued. "You see, Lady Igraine had four children. Her three oldest children were the daughters of her first husband known as Gorlois of Tintagel, Morgaine, Elaine and Morgose. Like her mother before her (and her mother before her), she expected she would not bare a child again. The line of the queens existed of generations of women who bared three daughters. The eldest would become the high priestess of the Isle of the Goddess, the second would also become a priestess but would be the mother of the next generation, the third was educated in the way of the Goddess and had the choice to become a priestess or not. The three sisters were not bound to this casting of the roles in their lives, but in every generation this was the outcome; the eldest was the studious, the second was the mother and the third became the outcast."

Hermione looked puzzled at this explanation, her mother Jane Granger was adopted. She knew nothing of her birth family, and their she was, right at the bottom of the extensive family tree. She blinked and looked again to the name of her mother; her mouth fell slightly at the sight before her. She gasped when she took in the birth name of her mother and her two younger sisters.

Harry stood beside Hermione staring at the same line, only on his parchment. He turned slightly to observe one of his best friends, who stood staring with a open mouth at the last line of blood red writing. "It cannot be…!" Harry thought to himself. "Uhm Hermione?" Harry whispered. "Did you see…"

Hermione turned to face Harry, the boy, no man; she considered as the brother she never had. After staring at each other like they saw one another for the first time, they turned as one to Ragnok for further explanation.

Ragnok watched the scene with barley-hidden glee, he chuckled as only a goblin could and began the second part of this impromptu history lesson. "The fourth child of lady Igraine was fathered by one Uther Pendragon, after he met Lady Igraine at the side of Lord Gorlois, his loyal counselor. He was in love at first sight. Vivienne Lady Igraine's older sister had the gift of sight; she had a vision about her sister and her future with the king. She foresaw a gifted male child, who would unite the people of the Isles of Britannia and rid the isles of their evil ancestor. She consulted Merlin, who at that time was living as the head of the druid order about her vision. Vivienne and Merlin went to visit Tintagel, to warn Lady Igraine about the prophesized child. Igraine, who loved her husband, told them that she would never betray her Lord, whatever the cause. Not too long after this meeting, Gorlois went to defend his land, which was under the tread of outlaws and thieves. Merlin knew he would not return to Tintagel alive, so with some trickery he helped king Uther to bed the soon to be widowed Lady Igraine. When the men of Gorlois returned to Tintagel with their leader on a stretcher, Igraine knew instantly what had happened and went into mourning. She knew Merlin and her sister tricked her and that she was with child, so her only option was to wed the king, after the wedding Igraine, now queen, locked herself in her bedchambers and mourned the loss of her beloved husband. After the prophesized child was born, Igraine went to a Christian monastery; she became a nun, turning her back to her inheritance as a daughter of the isle of myths. Not long after the departure of the queen, the king died on the battlefield. Their son, named Arthur, went to a younger brother of Uther were he was raised as a servant and was treated as a common house-elf." Ragnok stopped to look around him; he loved to tell this story of the royal line. It was a history that was passed on by his father, who had heard it from his father and so on. Merlin himself entrusted the task of keeping this history from getting lost in time, to his family. Therefore, he could not help but to enjoy the fulfillment of this ancient task, he knew he had to skip a large portion of this story, for the youngsters in front of him were dying to know their part in this.

Ron, who always loved the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, became restless. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. He grew up as a humble, selfless, scrawny boy with an all-time low self-esteem, tending to his uncle and cousin like a house-elf, listening to the name Ward. A crazy old guy came to their castle at one time, demanding a place to stay. He was offered a rickety tower. The old fart happened to be Merlin himself, giving Arthur life lessons by taking him into the worlds of animals, sentential beings and of muggles and wizards alike. I believe even the muggles know of Arthurs youth because a wizard Walt something; something made an animaovie. He pulled a sword of a stone, becoming a king and held his counsels at a round table instead of a square one." He jabbered impatiently. "We all know that! But WHAT does this all mean for Harry and Hermione!"

Ragnok glared at the not so bright red haired wizard. "Well Mr. Weasley," He growled. "I was coming to that." He turned to look at Harry and Hermione, who both were staring intently at him. "Mr. Potter, Miss Granger maybe it is wise to learn about your family history another time. Let us continue with the more recent part."

Hermione just nodded, as she was still at a loss for words. Harry on the other hand turned to Ron with an annoyed look in his eyes. "Ron would you mind to practice a little patience?" he asked in a feigned polite tone of voice. "Otherwise you could wait for us at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. I for one would like to know about what is apparently our family's history." He said nodding to Hermione.

Ron turned to the same color as his hair and had the decency to look embarrassed. He just gulped, sat back in his chair and was silent for the remainder of their meeting.

After handling the situation and putting Ron in his place, Harry turned towards Ragnok. "I think it is a good idea for Hermione and me to schedule a new appointment, too learn about the history of our family. For now I would like to know about the more recent events."

Ragnok bowed slightly at the young wizard, before continuing. "Of course Mr. Potter, let's start with the family on your father's side."

Harry looked at Hermione and asked; "If that's alright with you?"

Hermione still had not regained the ability of speech, so she just nodded for Ragnok to continue.

Ragnok cleared his throat and continued. "King Arthur had two children a son Gawain out of wedlock and a daughter with his queen Guinevere. Gawain turned out to be the downfall of the king and he died from the wounds he obtained while battling his father, but that is a story for another time. Imogene, the legitimate daughter of Arthur married to one Aldrich Peverell. As you can see down the family line, they were the ancestors of one Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus Peverell. I believe it is not necessary to explain what they are to you."

Harry just looked at the goblin, while thinking over the news about his father's family, about his family. He knew he was the last of the Potter line and the only other descendant of the Peverell line expired about three weeks ago. In other words he was the last heir of King Arthur, did this mean he had to be king or something? "Oh god I hope not!" he thought to himself.

Ragnok was silent for a moment, he had something else to tell this young wizard and he knew that it was not something the young man was waiting for. Ragnok began to speak once more. "At first I'd like you to know before the Family name changed into Potter it was Gryffindor, you are also a direct descendant of the valiant founder, or you can say he was also the heir of King Arthur. Maybe you can guess what Gryffindor's sword really is?"

Harry just blinked at this news; he already had seen the name of the founder of his house on the family tree. He did not yet link the sword he gained from the sorting hat, with the legendary sword of King Arthur. However, for some reason he got the feeling this was not the important part of what the goblin wanted to say.

In a subdued manner Ragnok continued. "Second, a prophesy was made by Merlin himself."

The four humans gasped, Ginny stood up and moved herself beside Harry, while Hermione and Ron nervously clasped their hands.

"Oh no," Harry groaned. "Not again! Don't tell me, I'm the one mentioned isn't it?" He asked, while starting a full-blown pity party.

"I believe so, Mr. Potter." Ragnok said with sympathy.

"Do you know the prophesy Ragnok?" Ginny asked, keeping a firm grip on Harry's shoulder. Who was holding his head in his hands, while his elbows rested on his knees.

"No I do not Miss Weasley, I only know of the prophesy." Ragnok answered. "I believe there is a recording in the department of mysteries in the ministry. For the goblin to which the prophesy was made, died many centuries ago."

Harry looked up from his hands with a glint of hope in his eyes. "But how do you know then, that it speaks of me and not somebody else?"

"Because Mr. Potter, the prophesy was made to one of my ancestors and the first line was told to father and son, as was the history of your family." Ragnok answered. "Merlin himself gave my family the task of preserving the true history of his family, for he foresaw his last descendants needed a reliable source."

"Alright," Hermione spoke for the first time. "Then why do you believe it mentions Harry, based upon one line?"

"Well, Miss Granger." Ragnok answered in a kind voice, at least as kind as the voice of a goblin could be. "That brings us to the part of the Queens of the isle of myths, the royal bloodline of which you descend from. As generations before them, Elaine the second daughter of Igraine and Gorlois was the mother of the next generation of daughters of the Isle. I could tell you a lot about the history of the members of this side of the family, but we have already established this will be a tale to be told another time. However as you can see on the family tree Rowena Ravenclaw was also a daughter of the Isle and one of your ancestors."

Hermione did not see the name of the founder on her parchment, and glanced at the sheet to verify this piece of information. There it was the founder of the house of the brightest.

Ragnok waited for Hermione to return to her seating before he continued. "As I can see here at the bottom, your mother was adopted, was she not?" Hermione simply nodded at this.

Ragnok explained. "As you can see her birth name is different from the one she obtained from her adoptive parents. Her true name was Rose Evans."

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