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A/Note Ok so I lied and have another chapter ready tonight as well, so here you go folks part 3 more coming real soon.

Expelled

Chapter 3

As Harry Potter stood and wondered where he was and where he should go, he was surprised by the pop of an appearing house elf. "Welcome home master Harry," the elf said as he bowed to Harry.

A very tired and miserable Harry Potter had looked around his family home in a slight daze; he was quite amazed by the size of the place, he had always believed that Godrics Hollow was his family home. Harry was shown around his home by the elf who introduced himself as Hero, the elf introduced Harry to a further seven elves who between them kept Potter castle in good order. Harry was shown into the master bedroom where one of the elves served him supper. After eating and a shower Harry climbed into the larger than king sized bed his ancestors had slept in and quickly drifted off to sleep.

While he slept Harry was visited in his dreams by Merlin and Godric Gryffindor, both of them spent quite some time teaching Harry all about wandless magic as well as many other things.

The First Dream

Harry was in the great hall at Hogwarts, all the students were stood on their benches and were hissing or booing him while his best friend, the girl he had fallen in love with over the past four and a half years stood on the headmaster's podium and shrieked down at him, accusing him of attacking her. Her accusations were breaking his heart, tears streamed down his face as she tore into him, all the while he was unable to speak, unable to understand why she did not realise it had not been him, why she did not know he loved her far too much to even think of harming her. Suddenly everyone in the hall fell deathly quiet as a charismatic old man appeared in front of Hermione and told her she should know better than to accuse her soul mate of such a crime.

The old man then turned to Harry and a smile appeared on his face "Hello young Pendragon, I am the one known as Merlin and I am here to teach you about your heritage."

Harry was finally able to find his voice and speak, "It wasn't me! I didn't do it I swear." Harry still hurting deeply from her accusation could think of nothing else for several minutes. When he finally realised that he was no longer in the great hall being put on trial by the Hogwarts Kangaroo court, he slowly looked around to find himself in a field where just a hundred feet away knights on horse back were jousting. Some with lance and shield, others fighting with swords. Several knights were fighting on foot with wand or staff. Elves trotted between the combatants enervating those who were knocked down. The entire scene reminded Harry of old movies about king Richard the lion heart his uncle Vernon had seemed to enjoy so much, and which he had on occasions let Harry watch parts of from the doorway to the living room.

"So young Pendragon, has your heart settled and your mind cleared?" Merlin asked as Harry had to dodge a knight who almost landed on him when falling from his mount.

"I'm sorry sir, my name is not Pendragon, it's Potter. Harry Potter," Harry said as his mind actually did begin to clear.

"As I said, I am here to teach you your heritage amongst other things, young one," Merlin said a smile appearing on his wrinkled face. "Listen well as I tell you of your ancestors...

Arthur Pendragon, first King of all the unified Britons had two sons; one of those sons was in league with Morgana the evil dark witch who wanted to rule the land. That son died, killed by his fathers' sword before he could sire an heir. The other son was more a scholar than a fighter, but still he put aside his books and his fears and joined his father in the fight to keep their land free of tyranny.

This second son married the daughter of a noble Celt who also fought along side Arthur. This second son his wife and their two elder children were slaughtered during a raid on their stronghold, their third child, a son, I was able to rescue and deliver to the Celtic side of the family who lived far to the north of the border with the land of the Picts. There they gave him the name of the family that raised him and he became Lord Godric Gryffindor.

Godric grew up in a village living alongside a beautiful witch whose intelligence was amazing, and eventually they married. Between them Godric and Rowena had a son and a daughter, their son Charlus fell in love with a Celtic peasant girl. Being a noble of royal blood Charlus knew he would never be allowed to marry a peasant girl, but he knew he could not live without the one he loved. In order to get the permission off her liege Lord to marry her, with his fathers blessing Charlus left his family and changed his name to Potter. It is from these people that you are descended. Direct heir to King Arthur Pendragon, your true name is indeed Lord Harry James Pendragon."

Harry stood with his mouth open and it took some moments before he spoke "So is that why I was able to summon the sword of Godric?" he asked still trying to take it all in.

"Yes young one, you are quite correct. Now today we begin your training so that you can claim your rightful place in the world of the living. The work will be hard and exhausting but to help we will first remove the bonds that restrain your magical core, and your mental ability. Your first lessons will be in wandless magic, so sit now take a rest and refresh your self, for we start this very night." Merlin answered seriously.

It took Harry quite some time in the dream to master his magic and cast without a wand. His main problem was in his education, he had been taught he would need an incantation to cast a spell or charm or to do any magic properly, where with wandless magic he had to become accustomed to simply telling his magic the effect that was required and sending it out from him to do his bidding.

The dream seemed to go on for months before he finally woke from it and remembered where he was, then showering and cleaning his teeth, he took some of the muggle clothes that were left in his closet by a previous occupant of the room, and after getting dressed started to wander the house in search of the kitchen.

Through the days that followed Harry practised wandless magic just as he had done it in his dream and found that it came to him quite easy, it was as though the dreams were real and he remembered all he had learnt and practised, his magic also seemed vastly more powerful than it was before. He also started himself on a fitness drive; he needed to be a lot fitter than he was if he wanted to stay alive in this world.

For the following six months he had dreams where Merlin and Godric taught him different areas of magic. He even studied potions one of the nights. During the days he practised what he had dreamt about the previous night. He got to know his house elves and their children. He learnt his way about his castle, finding several hidden passages. Then in the fifth month in his dreams he met and was taught elf magic by an ancient elf who reminded him of the character 'Yogi' or some such name from one of the star wars films he had snuck a look at while Dudley had watched all the while stuffing his face with anything edible he could reach.

For month after month Harry continued his fitness exercises and had his strange teaching dreams. During his fifth month at the castle he was fed some elf potions by the elves, two were to make him fall into a magical sleep for five days and two more were to correct all the damage done to his body by years of mistreatment and malnutrition. When he woke on the fifth day he felt stronger than he ever had, he also discovered he was a lot taller than he had been when he went to sleep. He was now exactly six feet tall and he had put on a lot of body muscle, he was in fact just a little taller than his father had been, with the bone and muscle structure of his grandfather Evans. According to Merlin he was the identical twin of his royal ancestor Arthur.

By the end of the fifth month Harry was proficient in all the magic's he had been taught, his favourite by far was the wandless magic. During a look around the house one evening during his fifth month Harry found his grandfather and great grandfather's wand on a book shelf in the upstairs study. Trying out the wands he found that they both worked well for him but his great grandfather's wand felt even more powerful than his phoenix feather wand had felt. He decided he would carry it with him; he did not need or wish for anyone to know the extent of his power or that he did not require a wand any more.

It was during the beginning of his sixth month in the castle that Harry found a new hidden passage that led him through the inside of the castle walls, up a long spiral stairway to a really large room where he found portraits of all his magical ancestors, including his mother and father. It was in this room that Merlin actually stepped from his portrait and surprised Harry. After they had had a short chat about Harry being the first one to find the portrait room in over a thousand years, he discovered that all that had happened in his dreams over the past few months had been real. All the magic and potions he had learnt in that dream time were real; the things he had learnt about his former mentor were real. Albus Dumbledore had bound Harry's magic and placed magical blocks in his mind to hold back his mental abilities. Albus Dumbledore was quite happily going to make Harry into a willing human sacrifice.

Over the next three weeks he spent quite a lot of his time in the portrait room, talking to his ancestors, learning from them, gaining confidence, the feeling of self worth, and the self respect that the Dursleys had destroyed before it had even begun to grow in him.