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Chapter 2 - Blood Referency

"Alright," Harry said, "now that we got all of that out of the way, we need to get down to business.

"While I was gone, I did some research. I went to a Muggle library and searched for any clues to the whereabouts of Voldyshorts' hiding places. But, unfortunately, I didn't come up with much. However, I did find his ancestral home and checked out the place. I couldn't even get within a hundred paces of the place. HE has many protections on the place, all of which are in OUR language, Parstletoung language. I knew that if I crossed the Threshold of Wizard Abilities and UnNatural Wizard Abilities, HE would find out the minute I did. And what I mean by UnNatural Abilities and Wizard Abilities is thus:

"Wizard Ability is regular Magic; UnNatural Ability is the required strength of Power when you reach another, higher, plane of existing Magic. But, you see, I am not a regular UnNatural Wizard. I am a Grey Griffin, a much different UnNatural Wizard, very uncommon now a days." Hermione gasped. "So, Hermione, you've heard of a Grey Griffin before?"

"I have…but- it's a myth! It was said that some people showed the signs of a Grey, but it was no more than people trying to become one to be publicized about it."

"Oh, no, dear Hermione! Grey Griffins are no myth! I am living proof that they exist! Although you are quite right about those people, they showed the signs of a Griffin, but it was just mere Power trying to magnify their Magical Cores. Real Grey's never reveal to the public that they are a Grey Griffin. They just go about their daily lives. But I wish that were true about me. I was not born a Grey Griffin, you see. Ok, what I am about to reveal to you may confuse you, but bear with me, for this needs to be said for me to tell you who and what I am.

"That night, that one horrible night that HE killed my parents, our parents; that's what made me become a Grey Griffin. When HE killed our parents, my Magical Core grew so large that I have the aptitude to so much with so little Magical Flow. When HE killed Father, his Magical Reserves went straight into the next line of defended, Mother, which made her Core grow larger. When HE killed Mother, her Reserves and Father's flowed to next defended, me.

"Now, me? Well, I was different before HE even killed Father. But, by the time HE had killed Mother and went for me, my Magical Reserves were already so large before Mother and Father's Reserves even reached me that the Reserves fused together, built a shield around me, (not just any shield, but one that stops even the one unstoppable curse, the Avada Kedavera curse) and made the curse fire back on Old Voldy. But when this happened, just a small piece of the curse came through. It wasn't enough to even hurt me, but it was enough to leave this irremovable scar on my forehead. It was the ScarSide curse that broke through the shield. The ScarSide curse occurs when a fused shield of Protected Pupils forms and blocks the unstoppable curse.

"Anyway, that is how I became a Grey Griffin. Now, Hermione, what is the most important thing about a Griffin like me?"

"Umm…if I remember correctly, a Grey Griffin is neither good nor bad."

"Yeah, he's neither good nor bad, alright!" James exclaimed.

"What does that mean, Harry?" Hermione asked him.

"It means nothing!" he bellowed. "James Arrion Lichna Farraden Atreides Calladan Harkonen Farack Black Gryffindor Lupin Ravenclaw Hufflepuff Slytherin Flammel Downey Merlineous Radcliffe Potter!" Harry yelled at James. "I told you before you took up position here, DO! NOT! TELL! ANYONE! THAT IS STRICTLY BETWEEN YOU AND ME! No one is to know." Harry went quiet and said, "No one is to know what happened that night. That night…I wish I could go back and stop it from happening." If it was even remotely possible, Harry's eyes turned a darker shade of green.

"I made a promise, little bro, a promise, one that I intend to keep. But these two have a right to know and you should be the one to tell them!"

"Oh, fuck off!" Harry said. James flinched at the sudden change of Harry's tone, knowing full well that you don't push a Potter when he/she uses that tone of voice. He threw his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, little bro! But you remember what the High Priest said. It might be easier. I'm not going to push you, little bro. Anyway, I think we have gotten way off subject, here. We were discussing about how you became a Grey Griffin." Harry's mood and tone changed back to what it was before he had his anger outburst.

"Yes, well, when Old Voldy found out about this Prophecy between me and him, HE came after us. Fortunately, HE did not know about me having a bro, which he was over at a friends house having a sleep over. I am thankful, now, that I have a living bloodline. As you said before, Hermione, Grey Griffins are neither good nor bad. There is no good or Evil, but there is Power. And those too weak to seek it. Us Grey Griffins are not weak, nor do we try to seek out real Power that is rightfully ours.

"Like with me. The night HE killed our parents, HE shifted Powers. HE conspired against forces of Nature. HE shifted Balances of Magic that ought not to have been shifted. HE shifted the Fault of Magic and Power and unbalanced the World of Magical Forces and created mayhem on Magical Forces soul. HE intended to kill me then turn me into the Horcrux that HE never made, or so HE thought. What HE didn't realize is that when HE murdered our parents, their Powers flew into me and created the UnHarnessed Grey Griffin. HE used the Curse on me and killed himself instead, and when HE did that, it created something, left something, inside of me that will only awaken on the night that I have to kill HIM.

"You see, the night HE tried to kill me, he had intended to turn me into His last Horcrux, and become the most strongest person in the world. But, as we all know, Evil Lords can never do anything right. HE had killed 2 people willing to give their life for a Prophesized child. When you murder more then 1 person willing to do this, what you get is the opposite of what you intended to do, and HE left a part of himself within me. You know what that part was, Hermione? No? Well, what HE left was a part of His soul. HE didn't know it, but HE did. I am the living Horcrux, one that wasn't supposed to survive a curse, the killing curse. I am a part of Him now. HE is also a part of me. I am the UnHarnessed Horcrux that HE never intended to make alive. 'Neither can live while the other survives' the Prophecy says. It's true. As long as HE is a part of me and I am a part of Him, we will have to keep meeting each other face to face and we will both be equally matched by each others spells.

"As long as I survive, HE lives. In the end, it must be me and Him. No one but me can kill Him, no one but Him can kill me, but, without Him knowing, by killing me, HE kills Himself. So there's nothing HE can do to keep Himself alive when HE kills me.

"You see, the night HE came back, HE took some of my blood, which still runs in His veins. I still have that piece of His soul in me, so when HE kills me, HE kills Himself by blood ties, or Blood-Referency. Blood by enemies mixed in with each other makes us connected. If I die, HE dies; if HE dies, I die. It's as simple as that."

"Then- does that mean-"

"Yes, Hermione, it means that, in the end, I have to die in order to take Him off this world and re-Balance the Fault of Magic and Power."

"But…you can't die!" Hermione exclaimed. "You are the Great Harry Potter! You survived the unsuvivable curse! You are the only one to have survived it, so you can survive anything!"

"I wish that were true, dear Hermione. But there is no way to avoid Blood-Referency. It has to be me and Him. There is no way to escape fate. But, thankfully, I have people waiting on the Other Side. I have accepted that fact and I am going to be prepared in every way possible at the very end, trust me!" James yawned and looked at the Muggle clock hanging on the East wall, his right.

"Great Scott! Is that the time?! It's 12:22! Past midnight! Harry, dear little bro of mine, you need to report to Boss! This discussion is concluded for now, don't you think?"

"Quite right you are, James! I shall see all of you tomorrow, I guess," with that in mind, he did a parting wave, said "Slassiahas Portus Luminus!" and a Gateway of some sort formed. As soon as the clock struck 12:25 he stepped through and disappeared.

James got up and walked over to the painting in front of the desk. "I suggest that you two get a good night's rest, for tomorrow hangs in the Balance and you'll see things, many things. Things that of which no normal wizard or witch has ever seen before. Oh, and tell Ginny that Harry is sorry for his actions towards her on this night, for she is going to see what you two are going to see." He snapped his fingers and the door to the office flew open. "I think it's best if you two don't mention this to anyone else, for it could be disastrous. You two can show your own way out, I believe," he said as he walked into his Livery Quarters and let the door snap shut.

Ron and Hermione went to Gryffindor Common Room and found Ginny in a distant corner, fast asleep. It looked like she had been crying ever since she had left James' office.

They woke her and explained to her what was said after she had left. They told her that James and Harry, both, knew about them three being in the Order just before Harry, Hermione, and Ron's 5th year.

"I wander how the Hell he knew about that," Ron said, scratching his chin.

"I don't know," Hermione said. "But I do know one thing, though: He was different somehow. It felt like I didn't know him anymore. His eyes held a different, evil, twinge to them. I couldn't look into his eyes for no more than a few seconds."

"I know, I felt the same way about him," Ron said.

"You both are wrong!" Ginny exclaimed. "He's not evil!"

"We didn't say he was evil," Hermione said, her voice down at a whisper. "But when James brought up that Grey Griffins, but mostly he was talking about Harry, being neither good nor bad, Harry yelled at James, saying that no one is to know what happened that night. It was horrible, that look in his eyes. They were as dead as a dead corpse."

"He's trusting us again, not completely, but enough to show us something and I think it's better if we stay on his good side," Ron said.

"What do you mean that he is going to show us something?" Ginny asked.

"Before we left, James said to get a good night's rest, for tomorrow, they are going to show us something that no regular witch or wizard has ever seen before. Oh, and he also told us to tell you that Harry is sorry for his actions and what he had said to you," Hermione said gently. Ginny was just about to say something when a gold-red light flared in the Common Room. Harry landed in the middle of the room out of nowhere.

"Well, I'm glad to see all of you are still up, especially at this hour."

"Don't you have some secret place or something to go to?" Ginny asked with a venomous voice, not bothering to look at Harry.

"Well, I had to come and report here and check up on things. Also, I needed to talk to you three. I suppose Ron and Hermione told you what happened in the office when you left?" Ron and Hermione both nodded. "Ok, what that was, was only part of my missions here. But, since we had that conversation, Boss told me, when I had gone back to Lichniakarian that is, that I was relieved of duty this night."

"Well, aint that just peachy?!" Ginny retorted.

"Why are you being like this? Why are you being such a little brat towards me?" He asked, feeling his anger reach boiling point; always a danger sign that he was going to let loose some major Magic.

"Because of what you said in that office! You said I was too needy! I am not too needy!"

"HA! That's an understatement of the year! I can tell you one thing you are too needy about!"

"Yeah? What's that?" she half yelled, standing up. Harry looked over at the stairs leading to the dormitories.

"Flishiasahia!" he hissed. "There, now the others won't be able to hear our conversation if they wake up." Ginny opened her mouth to ask the question again, but Harry snapped his fingers and her mouth clamped shut.

"There, that's much better. You are going to listen to what I have to say. You have loved me ever since my name was written down in history the day my parents were murdered; murdered! You didn't know then, but you do now, that we are distant relatives. You don't know what I have to live with for the rest of my life! Every day I wake up to severe pain. I have to think of a way to avenge my parents deaths. Tonight, you will understand why I did what I had to do. I'm destined to kill Him, or the other way around. I have excepted that fact. And tonight, you just blow it off like I can walk it off! Well, I can't! That's not the way it works! 'Neither can live while the other survives!' That's what the Prophecy says! The way it has to go is me AND Him! It's gotta be both of us in the end! You just want me and you don't think of the consequences! There are many consequences that leave you in mental, physical, and emotional pain! I have gone through the worst of all that. You want to know what my punishment I had to endure the day my uncle, the High Priest of out Land, found out about how the Forbidden Law was broken? Well, now you will find out, now that I see that you are going to push the matter, and maybe you'll come to your senses!" He ripped his shirt off, grabbed her hand, and made her feel all over his back. "You feel that?! All the scars on my back?! I had to go through the worst pain imaginable! It killed Uncle to do this to me! I'm his brother's son! He had to do it himself! The punishment is to have a blunt sword and hack away at the back of the one that broke the Law! The only person allowed to do this is a family member of direct blood-lines, which is my Uncle. He tried to refuse to act on the Forbidden Law but King Farack reminded him that if he doesn't act, the 'act of no punishment' Law. It states that 'no action on a Forbidden Law, is, most unfortunately, death!'

"So don't give me this 'I'm not too needy' thing! I have paid the price, and, if you don't stop pursuing this matter, so will you! I have faced many things since last time we met all those months ago! I have more then paid the price! My life is like a roller coaster ride! I never know what will happen, or who will get hurt next. The only thing I have to count on is that I will be able to kill Him in the end." They heard the school clock chime 3 am. "Good Lord! You three need to get some rest! Tomorrow shines a new day, you have many things to see!"

"What about you, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, no. I don't sleep anymore. Sleeping is a luxury for those who don't really know what's going on out in the real world. I've been awake for the better part of two months now," Harry said, smiling.

"Why don't you sleep?" Hermione asked again, not satisfied with his answer. His eyes hardened again. He stared at her like she was a rude passerby woman. "You should have collapsed weeks ago!" she exclaimed.

"That is not a matter of importance as to why I don't sleep. As to why I haven't collapsed by now? Well, that is because I don't need sleep to get my energy back." Hermione was just about to go into her 'Know-It-All' self when he put a stop to it right away. "No, Hermione, that is the way Muggles and Wizards have always done. But, UnNatural Witches and Wizards know better. You see, us UnNaturals are different in more ways then you think. We have unlimited uses and resources of energy available to us. See, me? I'm a different UnNatural, as I have said before. I'm a Grey Griffin UnNatural. Us Griffins know ways around tiredness. We could just stand there, do nothing, and get our energy back from our surroundings. But for me, I close my eyes and I sap the energy that I need from rocks, for they hold more then enough energy to last a week for each pebble, and it doesn't hurt rocks because they do not breath, eat, or sleep. To me, this method is more effective because when I get into a fight I don't need lots of pebbles or anything around me to win the fight. It is sort of like meditation for me, even though I do at least 1 hour of meditation a night.

"Anyway, enough talk. Goodnight!" he said firmly after he had taken the quiet spell that he had used on Ginny, as she was about to yell at him again. "By the way, I will know if you talk to each other about this after I leave to return to my home. It will be better for you if you go straight to your beds and get a good sleep. I will see all of you in the morning," with that in mind, he made his Gateway and steped through. They decided to heed his words wisely and went straight to bed.

Breakfast went slow for the three of them. They were wandering what Harry and James were going to show them. James sat in his Headmaster's chair. A man sat next to him in a long, black, crush velvety cloak with a weird insignia on the front, his hood on his cloak falling over his eyes, falling so much over his eyes that you wouldn't know who it is. James and the new mysterious man talked throughout most of the breakfast. At one point, the new man and James, it seemed, got into an argument.

Breakfast was almost over when, suddenly, there came a blast of a horn; not just any horn, but that of a Dragon's Roar, frightening, but yet, soothing. James and the other man stood up and drew their Major Swords. James whips out his Clazimarode, while the other man drew Razor Shards, Twin Swords, his men called them.

Leera came running into the Great Hall. "They're here, My Lords!" she said, bowing her head to her Lords.

"Good, good. Very good. Tell them to station themselves in Aragog's Hallow," the new man, Lord, said to Leera. "Tell them that I will be bringing 3 very special guests, friends of mine, of Captain Lord Victorious Maximus!"

"Yes, sir!" She bowed and saluted James, then, as she was taught, walked over to Lord Maximus, "It's so good to see you again, Victorious Maximus." He held out his hand. She took it, kneeled, and kissed the ring on his finger.. She bowed to James again and strode out of the Great Hall.

"Those three that talked with me and my little brother last night, meet us in my office in half an hour. Breakfast is dismissed!" James declared. Him and the other man, Victorious Maximus, strode into the Entrance Hall before anyone bothered to get up from their seats.

Instead of going to James' office, James the mysterious man walked out of the Great Oak Doors and down the Stone Path towards the Evil Forrest. They stopped at the edge of the Forrest.

"Captain Ferrainias! I know you're there!" the mysterious man called.

"Who goes there?!"

"Lord Captain Victorious Maximus! We have things to discuss!"

Ferrainias walked out of the trees, bow and arrow slung and ready for a fight. When he saw the two men, he dropped down to his knees and bowed his head.

"My Lords!" he said, lifting his head. "I am pleased to be in your presence at a time like this!"

"Please, rise, Captain Ferrainias," Victorious Maximus said. "I told you before, you need not bow down to us. I need you to do something for me."

"What do you want me to do, My Lord?" he asked, standing up.

"I want you to station your men all around in the Forrest. Have them within 15 minutes of the Calling. Tell Evilanious to take 5 of his best Mages and station them inside the Fortress. Tell him that when he's done that, he is to come to the Tower. My Strike Force is already stationed inside the Fortress.

"Have Captain Vaala make an underwater city in the Black Lake. The Glory is going to have a home of their own here that they are allowed to change. Have Captain Lucas report to me, for i have a special task for the Arial Battle Crew and the Brital Lash Mann. Report to the High Priest after you've talked to those Captains and tell him that the Weaselies know. He will understand what I mean. Well, we must be off. Goodbye, for now, Captain Ferrainias." He tilted his head towards Ferrainias, turned on his heel, and strode back towards the Fortress. James caught up with him.

"You sure it's best to have Cloud Mages in the Fortress, Harry?"

"Yes, I am. And six Mages in the school will improve our chances at keeping the students in line."

"I guess you are right, dear little brother," with that, they both disappeared and re-appeared in James' office.

Thirty minutes after the students were dismissed from breakfast, the three of them went up to James' office. They went up the Winding Staircase to get to the office door. When they reached the top, they heard a heated argument going on on the other side of door.

"I told you before, Vaala! I will not go into this discussion with you, yet again! Time and time again have you brought this up! You have done nothing but lose me, abuse me, and use me! If yo keep this up, I will forcefully remove you of your duties as Captain of the Glory! If youdo not comply, the consequences, truely desireable for Evil Dark Lords, will be called upon! You have one week, onem no more, no less, to get your damn act together, then, if you still refuse, you will be stripped of your duties, understand?" There was no answer. They heard a hissing noise and a body slammed against the door. "I said, do you understand?!"

"My Lord Maximus! It may interest you to know that your little argument here did not go unnoticed!" James' voice. The door opened and there stood James. "Come in. And pay no mind to what you just heard here."

OOPSIE!! WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO?! WHO IS THIS VAALA GAL THAT I HAVE SOO INTRICATELY PLACE IN HERE TO HAVE A CLIFFIE DESERVED UPON?! OHH WELL... GUESS WE JUST GO STRAIGHT TO THE OF THE STORY AND KILL HARRY OR VOLDY OFF, DONT YA THINK?! (INSERT EVL GRIN, THEN HYSTERICAL EVIL LAUGHTER!!) HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY THE NEXT CHAPTER!!

CALLEED: ORDER OF THE PHOENIXES GUARDIESS MAXIMUS!!