A/N: Alright, sorry that chapter six was so short. I know how painful that can be. So here is ch. 7. I already have another 100000 words of this story I just have to figure out how I am going to finish it. I don't like the last chapter I wrote so will probably go back and try and fix it. It will be the third time. Anyway, here is the next installment. Only 5000 words but it's something.

Chapter 7

Harry had been hiking three days through the mountains. When he got tired he just 'jumped' to another place. It was that third night that Harry knew that he had somehow landed himself in another situation. It seemed his destiny to always be in the midst of conflict. The young man chuckled at the thoughts that would have driven him nearly over the edge in grief at the beginning of the summer. He now knew that he was who he was and nothing would ever change that. As he studied his new identity he watched the show on the mountain top one over from his. He could see the great tongues of flame shooting into the air. He could hear the roars and feel the mountain shake beneath his feet. Deciding that his 'hero complex' would one day get him either killed or make him very powerful, Harry shrugged on his dragon hide cloak and boots over his leather pants and linen shirt. Making sure his daggers were still sheathed around his waist and his wand in his wrist holster, he tightened the strap for his scabbard and sword to his back and 'jumped' to the site of the chaos.

As he arrived, nearly invisible in his black cloak, he took in the carnage in front of him. Creatures that looked like they errupted from the pits of hell scurried along the ground like ants. In their hands where crude weapons designed for only one perpose; to kill. They wore grotesque iron armor and boots covered in rust, sweat, blood and only the gods knew what else. With them were five mountain trolls arraid in similar armor carrying war hammers as large as Harry himself. Then there were goblins, but not like any goblin he had ever seen. These stood chest high with long faces. They were covered in corded muscle and looked simply created for war. All were in the process of attacking a single dragon. A dragon Harry had never even heard about before. It was silver and larger than two of horn-tails he fought during the tri-wizard tournament. It was thrashing and biting, using fire when it could. And it was slowly loosing.

Harry watched the battle before him wondering what to do. Dragons were noctoriusly finicky creatures. Very intelegent and very prideful. To enter the battle himself could humiliate it so much that it could turn and attack him. But how could he just sit by and let such a magnificent creature fall prey to such retched creatures. He could feel the evil from them from his hiding spot. He drew his sword with his right hand and his wand with his left. With his parsel-magic he would only have to point his wand at his opponet for the spell to work. It would be a great advantage in this situation. He waited, pondering what to do. In his right hand his blade burned with the fire of a thousand stars. The beauty of it struck him as odd at such a time. However he could feel the blade urging him to assist in the battle. Harry didn't know if it just thirsted for battle, the blood of his enemies, or if it was deeper, as if it knew this was a great part of his destiny. As he thought those final thoughts the blade's fire intensified.

"Well this is part of my destiny is it?" Harry smirked in humor as he talked to the blade. "Well I can't have you going down in history as just a sword can we now. What to name you though?" It was perhaps the most inapproprate time to be thinking those thoghts and Harry knew it. One thing he had learned, or perhaps had thrust upon him, was patience. "Nova" The words seemed to be whispered on the wind. "The Star Flame" again the words drifted over the mountain as if breathed by a god. However the words were heard by all. Harry stared at the blade in wonder as the fire inside it intensified ten fold until it appeared he was holding a buring white flame. Harry locked eyes with the dragon for a second of indecision, but the pained, pleading look reminded him of himself as that summer started. He needed help to get out and Sirius' last act to save his godson to him, prank to others, released him from his bonds. The hesitence was all that was needed for the army though. Two trolls swung their hammers, sandwiching the dragon as a huge goblin smote the dragon on the chest. The army howled in victory as the broken bleeding dragon toppled to it's side still valiently trying to fend off the enemy. The next second Harry attacked. The army of black creatures were numerous but not skilled. His eyes turned totally green with no black to be seen and started glowing with power. His blade was still burning and a green nimbus swirled around his wand from the tip of the wand to his shoulder. He calmly walked from his hiding place, cloak billowing around him. The army retreated from this stranger opening a path to walk strait to the dragon. As he reached it he placed a hand on her head and looked deep in it's eyes. He could not see into it's mind but they came to an understanding. Harry unleashed his magic in an awsome display of power. All the enemy creatures were blown away from him leaving a thirty meter circle. "Relax now ancient one, your part in this battle is complete. I will keep you safe by my magic, blade and life so swears The Lord of Storm." He whispered to the dragon. He caught the surprise in the animal's eyes and smiled. "It seems you have heard of me." He chuckled softly. "I have many names. That is only the one used by the elves. We will talk later ancient one."

Faster than the eye could follow Harry lunged at the first of the trolls. Raising Nova he slashed at it's chest and bellowed "REDUCTO" throwing and forcing his magic to work with the blade. The beast was nearly disinigrated on the spot. The battle began anew. Enemies fell either by blade, wand or flame. Anything in the way of the trolls died quickly and viciously and one by one each of the trolls still battling were utterly destroyed. The elfin enchanted and rune inscribed blade cut through anything in it's path. Where blade met blade his wand was used to remove the threat. After the trolls the goblin horde attacked. For the next two hours the battle insued but no one saw the three figures that had been watching the entire scene. A great golden dragon, larger that even the silver one, was flanked by a golden griffin the size of a large bear and a silver and blue phoenix that was twice the size of Fawks. The small group watched as a human, the one being they had learned to mistrust the most amongst all other living creatures fought, risking his life, for one of their kind.

As the thousands of creatures were defeated by the two a lone figure started clapping from behind the last of the dark force. All that was left was a mere one hundred dark army and a clapping figure, looking decidedly human. "Bravo…Bravo. Congradulations." The man stepped forward into the light only to reveal black robes and a silver mask. Harry knew who the figure was though. He had an axe, one he had seen before.

"What do you want here McNair?" Came his commanding voice.

"Oh, I see you know who I am but I still don't know who you are. I believe introductions are in order. I would like very much to bring you to my Master."

"Your master is nothing but a half blooded self proclaimed lord. I bow to no one. For a name you can refer to me Dakkaath."

"I've heard of you before. Yes, quite a stir you made with the vampires. You really angered my Lord. It is not wise to anger him. Many of my commrads paid because of your treatury."

"You lord is nothing more than a disease that will be removed in a short time. I have no doubt you and your 'friends' suffered his wrath because of my clan's loyalty to me. I was estatic to find that the other clans decided to follow me. They needed no urging on the matter. I will give you the choise, leave now to gravel at your master's feet or stay and die."

"Big words from nothing but a mere child. I can see the blood that flows from you even now. So I know you are no immortal. But if death is what you seek…THAN I WILL DELIVER IT!" McNair charged. Axe clanged against blade. The sound could be heard tens of valleys over. The battle raged as Harry only used his human speed in the fight. After five minutes the deatheater was tiring. He was a wizard after all, he wasn't use to physical exersion. With the flick of a switch a four inch blade appeared on the end of the axe handle. Caught unaware the first strike cut deeply into his forearm. Angered, Harry drew one of his daggers. Blow after blow was blocked as Harry shredded McNair's defences, cutting the older man deeply. Then with a cry of rage and desperation the deatheater made a strong sweeping blow putting all his power into it. Nova met the head of the axe with equal strength and with an explosion of magic the axe was wrent in two. Without stopping to even blink an eye Harry shuved the blade of his dagger into the McNair's throat. Blood quickly flowed from the wound as Harry ripped the mask from the deatheater's face. He pulled him close to him and whispered the last sentences he would ever hear. "Know that your defeat came at the hands of none other than Harry Potter. Your Master will soon follow. May you share the ninth level of hell with him." With that McNair released his last breath and died. Searching the dead man's robes Harry found the port-key he would use to take him back to his Master. Removing his head and shoving the port-key in his mouth, Harry activated it. A little present to the Dark Lord.

During the battle the rest of the creatures fled the warrior of the light who had defeated their leader so Harry turned back to the dragon. It wasn't doing well. It was still bleeding heavily and it's breathing was shallow and rapid. He quickly retrieved his pack taking out the shrunken trunk inside. Enlarging it and opening it to the last compartment. During the five years he spent in Dunharrow Harry had transplanted many of the plants that grew there. He made sure he had at least one of everything and many of the healing herbs and plants. He quickly cut leaves off the plants he needed grabbing a large cauldron as he left. He tried repeatedly to charm the blood to stop but the dragon was too magical for his magic alone to effect. Growling with frustration he started making the strongest healing salve the elves knew. Still after he made it he was sure that it would not work. He applied some of it to the open wound to no avail. It just wasn't powerful enough.

Tears began to leak from his eyes as he saw the magnificent dragon fading to enternity watching him try to save her life. The child added some more leaves to the concoction but he didn't seem to like the results. Finally he threw his arms up in defeat only to lay them down on the cauldron. As he did the blood leaked from the cut on his arm into the potion.

/I'm sorry… I'm so sorry/ Harry hissed to the giant serpent. If it was surprised it didn't show it.

/Fear not little one, I do not begrudge you. If it is my time it is my time. I have seen many years and lead a good life. After all, death is not the end, only the beginning./

/I promised you though. I promised to protect you and failed./

/No little one you did not fail. You preserved my dignity in death. Nothing could be greater for my race. Ah, they come./

/Stay away from the light/ Harry laughed at his own little joke as tears still leaked from his eyes.

/No little one/ she chuckled along with him /The Council comes. They may be able to offer assistance./

Harry followed the great dragon's gaze only to fall upon the most magnificent site he had ever seen. A golden griffin, twice the size as a normal one. A phoenix that just seemed to scream royalty. Then lastly a golden dragon larger than anything alive he had seen prior or would ever after. As the creatures approached he could feel the power radiating off them. Dumbledore and Voldemort combined didn't have the combined magical power of one of these… animals?… it just didn't seem the correct term for them. They were more than that. Each had hundreds if not thousands of centuries of knowledge and life. In that moment Harry felt fear as he had never before and he shrunk back to hide behind the silver dragon, pressing himself against a cliff wall, but unable to escape. He couldn't even 'jump' due to wards these creatures put up or maybe it was just the power of their aura.

: Fear not young one. We will not harm you. You have intriged us by your generosity.: came a musical trill in the young man's mind. The golden dragon snaked his head over and examined his salve.

:We are the council: Said the griffin. :We are only known by what we are. I am Griffin, this is Dragon and the other is Phoenix.:

:The salve is powerful enough now young one.: Said the booming voice of the golden dragon.

/What did you do to it to make it powerful enough/ Asked Harry as he abandoned his hiding place to apply the salve to the silver dragon.

:Nothing young one. It was your blood that made it strong enough. It is far more magical than I have ever seen for a human. What are you: It was no mere question, more of a demand.

/My name is Harry Potter Ancient Ones. I am no mere human. I am of wizarding blood and that of elves. I am blood bonded to Markis and Sophia of the Vestic Clan of vampires. I have the three beings blood running through my veins as well as that of basklisk poison and phoenix tears./ Harry gave his background as he applied the salve to the wound on the dragon's chest. To his great relief it worked. As the salve touched the cut the blood stopped flowing and as he watched the skin and scales mended leaving only a thin line in her scales as rememberance to the near death experaince.

:I have heard of you Harry Potter: Spoke Phoenix:Fawks speaks very highly of you. It was he whose tears run through your veins is it not? After you slew Slytherin's basklisk:

"Yes maddam, it was Fawks. He has been a great friend and ally in the struggle against evil. I would not be here now if not for him."

Griffin spoke next:However that is not your only name is it young one? Prior to your defeat of that man you said you were the Dakkaath who's name and deeds have already spread through the old land. Prior to that you called yourself The Lord of Storm, again a name heralded though out the land for deeds done. Are you He:

The group discussed events of the world gaining trust in one another much of the night as they sat in vigil of the fallen silver dragon he had learned was named Silvernesti. She was an ancient dragon from ages past. She had once been known through out the entire land as she and her rider Humo concured the army of the Queen of Darkness, the Goddess of Evil. They had then imprisoned her to where she remained forgotten as have all the ancient gods. Her feats in battle assended her to the level of the Ancients.

After learning who his companions were the young man felt such a feeling of awe and unworthyness to be in such company. These were ancient beings that protected all of magic. These Ancients were the only beings Harry would ever bow to. He then told them of his life. Much they had already known. The basilisk he had slain had been felt the world over by most magical beings. They had felt a great presence of evil had been vanquished. They then described that he had been marked by the defeat of such an evil and it had even earned him another name which he was known by the Ancients: Dark Slayer. It held a great significance with his predestination in life. Harry continued his life story to finish as the sun rose above the mountain range into view. The four beings all sat quietly as they watched the sunrise. To Harry it was one of the greatest magics that could ever be preformed. The sheer awe, wonder and beauty it inspired was amazing. And most of the world, especially the wizarding, took it for granted.

They continued to sit in silence as the sun crested the land. The flutter of wings brought Harry from his mussings and as he turned it was to see a familiar snowy owl decending from the heavens toward him like a falcon after it's prey.

"Hegwig! It's wonderful to see you girl. How have you been?"

"HOOT, HOO HOOT HOOOT HOOT HOO HOOOOOOOT!"

"I had to go. I thought we agreed on this."

"HOOOOOOOOT HOOOT!"

"Well I didn't mean to be gone this long."

"HOOT HOOT!" peck peck scratch peck scratch, "HOOT HOT HOOOT."

"Ahh, stop! That's my face! OWWW, will you quit it? I told you I was sorry. OW STOP will you?"

"HOOT hoot"

"Alright, I won't leave again without you. There are you happy now?" A very sore, disgruntled and scratched Harry said as he finally placated the emotional owl. "Now if you would finally stop abusing me I would like to introduce you to the Council of The Ancients." Hedwig bowed low as she extended her wings and let out a dignified 'hoot'. The three Ancients nodded their head with an amused look in each of their eyes after watching the exchange.

After all the introductions were made Hedwig lifted her leg to show the parchment attached to it. Knowing it would have to be an urgent matter for his friends to contract him he quickly removed the letter and started reading it. As he did his brow furrowed and jaw clenched. By the time he was done he was staring disdainfully at the letter in his hands, lips pressed tight together, scowl marring his hansom face. Hedwig hooted solomnly in agreement to her master's anger and saddness.

"That old fart just can't keep his nose out of other's business can he." Harry said to himself. "I have an issue of most importance that must be taken care of immediately. I apologize for my rude and haste departure. I pray that you will not take offence and will be here when I return tomorrow." Harry said to the Council and bowed.

:No offence is taken young one and we will be here upon your return.: Said Phoenix

:We will be here until Silvernesti has recovered fully from her injuries.: Griffin

:Go with strength and power young one. We have much to discuss when you return.: Dragon

"I don't suppose you have a way that I could get home quickly do you?" He didn't want to 'jump' halfway across the world. By the time he reached Hogwarts he would be drained of almost all his magic but he needed a quick way of getting there.

:As a gift for your protection we give you this.: The three chorused together. The magic in the air was palitable as it swirled around the small clearing on the top of the mountian. It concentrated toward Harry and Hedwig. He felt movement on his shoulder where Hedwig stood and now there was a brilliant phoenix of white. It had a jet black crest on top of it's head and each wing and tail feather was tipped in emerald green.

:I hope you approve.: Said Phoenix as Hedwig now as a phoenix examined herself. She gave an excited trill of approval and happyness. Harry could only gape as he saw his beloved companion as tears of joy slid from his eyes.

Harry had always been worried that one day his first and most trusted friend would meet the same fate as Errol, the Weasley's owl. He didn't know how he could take being in a world without her. Now she would forever be with him and he would never have to leave her behind again. He turned to the assymbled group and tried to find a voice to express his most profound thankfulness but found that he couldn't speak.

:It is alright young one, we know of her importance to you and your graditude. Now go, we have much to discuss once you return.:

Harry only nodded as he hugged Hedwig. For her part she spread her wings and cuffed them around her master's back. Releasing each other Harry began to make preperations to leave. Halfway through he stopped and an evil smirk combined with a mischivous twinkle shown in his eyes. Anyone that had known him for the better part of the summer would have slowly back away at the site. It either meant he had come up with a very devious plan or a brilliant prank. Possibly both.

Already arrayed in his desired clothing from the battle, he packed what he had already removed. Not bothering to remove the black goblin and orc, as the Council had informed him were the black evil creatures, blood or the red human and troll blood from his person. It would make for quite an enterence. He then looked to Hegwig. "Do you think we could make a stop in Rome before we head back?" She trilled her approval and nodded her head. "Well I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow. Please take care of Silvernesti for me. If she wakes before I return please tell her I will be back soon." The Council merely nodded as Harry placed a hand around Hedwig's leg and they were gone an instant later in a ball of green flames.

Dragon was the first to speak:That boy has all our destinies in his hand. We must offer him assistance.:

:Agreed. But what could we do? We, as all the Ancients, have sworn not to participate in battles. We are only to able to intervine when magic itself is being threatened which it is not by their current conflict.: added Phoenix

:I have looked into his destiny. It is clouded so that even I can not make it out. He has hundreds of paths that he could choose to take. But no matter which he will choose he will need something from each of us. Actually somethings from each of us.: Griffin.

:By saving the life of an Ancient we are now bound to him. We could not refuse anything he would request.: Phoenix

:But he will not make that request of us. We all saw it, he holds us as his lords. He would do what ever we ask of him. He will never ask something in return.: Dragon

:Then we will have to gift these things to him.: Griffin

:Yes, but what to gift him? He has no want for power or prestige. Most uncommon among his kind: Phoenix

:The only power he wishes for is that to destroy his enemy and avenge his parents' and godfather's deaths.: Dragon

:Then we should give him that power. He shared his blood to give life to Silvernesti. It is only right that she should do the same for him. They are to become bonded through blood and sacrifice.: Griffin

:Is that wise? There will be other side effects from a bond with a dragon as powerful as that of Silvernesti.: Phoenix

:We will give him the choice. We will give both of them the choice after we have explained the possible side effects. I have no doubt that Silvernesti will consent to the bond. She consented to his protection during the battle and he then saved her life. She is bound by the ancient laws.: Dragon

:Then what from us should we give: Phoenix asked directing her question to Griffin who seemed to know more than he lead on.

:The blade he used in battle is not the only one he will make famous and feared. One of the only clear signs I saw from him were six short swords. I believe they are to be more powerful than that of Nova. They will require a piece of each of us though. Six hairs from my mane, six of Phoenix's tail feathers, and your blood Dragon. Do each of you concent: The others thought about it for a few minutes.

:You do realize these will be the most powerful magical weapons ever to exist once they have been created? What of the possibility of darkness claiming them in the future:

:They shall be spelled by us to ensure that they can only be able to be used by one of the same mind, heart and soul as the original owners. Any who would try to use them with a black heart will be subject to the curse of three fold.: Responded Griffin

:I accept with the stipulations: Phoenix

:As do I. May The Dark Slayer ascend to that of legend of the most glorious kind: Dragon said ending the converstation.