CH 6
"Hello son." James potter said, as his image appeared out of the small cup. He looked down at Harry, smiling sadly.
"Da..Dad?" Harry said, his eyes glued to the face of his father, taking in every detail.
"I know that the only time you will be seeing this is if I and your mother are gone. And I am sorry for that. As I stand here over your crib, I can not help but think of the past, and look at it with a different perspective." James sighed and looked up at the ceiling of the room.
"Many things I have come to regret and many more I would not change for the world. You are one of them, my son.
" You are the brightest thing in my life, aside from your mother, and I hope you never have to see this message.
"But I know with the war, and that thrice dammed prophecy, that is not going to happen. Your mother has seen you older, and without us. I expect she will explain in her own cup. I just hope you find some happiness in life, for life is not worth living if you cant have some fun with it.
"Enough with this morbid stuff, on to the goodies." James smiled crookedly. "I'll start with your blood line my son, well at least what you get through me." James looked at his hand, and idly twirled a large ring on his right pinky.
"Through me, you have inherited the oldest and most respected lines of wizards. Though your mother would say other wise." Again, James chuckled.
"Any way, All Potters have been in one of two houses. Gryffindor or Slithering. Yes my son, Slithering. Only for the last few generations have we been placed in Gryffindor only, and only by the slimmest margin.
"You see, I had to fight with the hat to place me in Gryffindor. I had already made friends with Serious, and Remus, and they had been sorted before me, and I didn't want to be alone, but the thing that really cinched it, was your mother.
"I fell in love with her the first time I saw her at Kings Cross. I guess my heart was already concord from the first bat of her eyes and pout of her lips.
"I wanted…no, needed to be close to her, to learn about her, to befriend her. At first that was enough, then it grew as I grew. She was mine, and I wanted the world to know, and at the time of my sorting, the only thing I could think about was sitting next to her in the Great Hall for meals, and going to classes with her.
"So the hat placed me in Gryffindor. And the rest of that story is as they say, history. But the main thing I want you to know, You have inherited the blood of Hullfulpuff, Gryffindor and Slitherin. There are some others in there, but they will only matter when you reach your majority and attain your full magic ability, some of them you will gain the powers of, like I did for Gryffindor, and others will pass through you to your child.
"I have left you many books and items in the vaults below Greengots. Many ancient and powerful things reside in that vault, things only a true Potter can ever touch, others only the heirs of the blood can, that means when you become an heir of one of your ancestors power and gifts, you will gain their items as well.
"You have need to know one thing though, power is a continuous thing. It never diminishes, just gets discharged. Remember that. As you grow, you will experience an enhanced store of magical energy.
"Some will say you will loose it as you get older, that it is just a byproduct of coming of age, its not. Not many of our line has had it, but I can already tell you will, seeing as you can already do accidental magic, by the way, turning your mum's hair purple for not giving you your toy was not nice, funny, but not nice. Added to the fact that she couldn't change it back for a week….well lets just say you are truly the next generation Marauder." James laughed.
"never forget you have a home son. You will one day own Godric's hollow. It is a dower house, belonging to the castle of Gryffindor. Slitherin will probably leave you cluses to follow for that inheritance, he did with me but I didn't feel any need to have more then I do now, so I leave it to you with only this word on the subject.
"THer is only ONE true line of slytherin. It started with Salizar and ends with you, Harry, or with your children or their children. No one else. There will be those who think they are, or clame to be, but they are from a lower branch, from Salizars uncles side. We are the Only ones.
. Pausing in his little speech, James seemed to control an emotion
"I promised myself I wouln't make a speech. That I wouln't take longer then a few minits to explain this to you. It seems as I broke that. I will stop here though, and I will leave you journals and books with more detaled explinations.
"There is one other thing, before I go. Our family has always been intrusted with a jewl. It is clear and large, the size of a chicken egg. More precous then a dimond. We do not know what this is for, we just know we have all had to hold this in trust for a time when Gryffindor Castle would need to protect its own, so I hope you never have to find out. But on the off chance that I will not be there to tell you, Gryffindor Castle was renamed after its constructon all those melinia ago. Only the line of Gryffindor knows that.
"The Castle is now Called Hogwarts." James looked once more down at Harry, looking right through him. "guard it well my son." And with that, James faded back into the small cup.
Harry just looked at the cup.
His fathers words running through his head.
How did that fit in with all that he already knew?
And why was it so important that he protect the crystal thingy, and where was it?
"IF you are ready, MR. Potter, I beleve your mother's self-will is next." Griphook said gently, placing the cup of James Potter aside. Harry just nodded
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A/N: i've decided to seperate the wills, so the next cupple of chapters will verry in lenth. any questins?
