Chapter Eight: Knowledge

"H----!" came a voice, frantic. "wake --!" he could make out. Everything was pitch black, probably because his eyes were close, he didn't know.

Opening his eyes so bright lights flooded in. He could make out several figures. Molly, Snape, Remus and Draco. His vision became blurred then clear.

Looking around Harry realized that they were in his and Draco's room. The room was cramped already but now it was suffocating ram packed. "What…" Harry began weakly. Squinting at the bright light that drowned the room.

Looking to the side Harry found Snape sitting closets to him, looking through the photos, stern faced. Draco was looking over his shoulder at Harry. Molly was sitting at the end of the bed, worried. "These Photos were bewitched, potter. By the very same person who were in these." Snapped Snape, eyes dark with fury.

"You mean Aurora Bella Summerfield?" "Precisely." he sneered. Harry gulped, Molly quickly stood up and shouted "This is why I didn't want Harry reading that blasted diary!" mostly towards Snape, a little to Draco as well.

Snape and Draco ignored her as she stomped out of the room. "Sir." began Harry, uncertain if his head was going to get his head bitten off. "I know Aurora was Dumbledore's ward and was Tom Riddle's girlfriend, but who exactly is she?" he asked.

Snape sighed, putting the diary and photos down on the bed table. "Aurora Bella Summerfield," he began, probably wondering where to start. "Was born in London in 1906, died 1921. She died young, barely even 16 when she was hunted down." "Hunted down?!" Harry and Draco exclaimed together. "Witch Hunters. Once Tom found out it drove him into insanity. Causing him how he is today. He had already planned the war against the muggle borns, but once he catches news of his beloved murdered by one of them it drove him insane. It turns out that after performing a ritual to find one's true love that they were soul mates."

"I dreamt that!" Harry said, astonished. Snape nodded, did Harry just see a faintest of smiles play on the professor's lips? "I want you to imagine something, Potter." Harry nodded, "You have everything ready, you have such power and a woman that is willing to be by your side forever, what would your general expression be?" Harry gave a wide smug face. "Good, now imagine that your one true love of murdered, but you still had everything else what would your expression be now?" Harry's face fell. Tears brimmed in his eyes as what he assumed what Voldemort must've felt. Anger, sorrow, grieving for his lost one that had been murdered by the hands of something you had a deep passionate hatred for.

"Exactly." remarked Snape, "People can take only limited amounts of pain before they go numb Potter." sympathized Snape. As if he felt that as well. "Her father and mother were both gift full in many areas of magic. But her mother died at her birth, her father raised her until he became ill and requested that Dumbledore take her under his wing-which he gladly accepted- if he didn't pull through his battle to live. Age six Albus Dumbledore raised her from then on…" Snape continued. "But sir," Began Harry, slightly upset that Dumbledore didn't tell him. Mind you he wasn't too surprised, it wouldn't be the first time.

"For months I've been having weird dreams, dreams when I'm a young boy and I'm in the woods by Hogwarts. I hear a woman's voice and I run through the woods into the meadow, there I see the woman that's been calling me and I go up to her and I call her 'Nan' Professor, are these dreams of Aurora and the woman I think to be my grandmother linked?"

Thinking it over for a minute Snape grimaced. "No, There not. The woman in your dreams and Aurora are different cases in my opinion. What did she look like?" Describing the woman Sanpe smiled, yes, actually smiled. "I know who you are referring to." "You do?" asked Harry, cocking both eye brows. "Her name is Cecelia Alison Potter. Your father's mother."

Harry's mouth fell open wide, so did Draco's. "Seriously? How did you know her?" Snape smiled again. "Do you actually think me and your father were enemies?" thinking it over for a minute Harry nodded. Snape smirked, "Well that's when you're wrong. Your father and I were friends up till when he started courting your mother, dear sweet lily."

Harry laughed melodically, he knew that Snape had a crush on his mother but never knew that his father and Snape were friends in the slightest. But if they were friends, his mum would've been the reason. Not a good enough reason to fall out, shows how kids can be so cruel to each other when it came to girls. "There is something you need to know." he mentioned, waving his wand so that a parcel levitated up and to Harry's bedside.

Opening it eagerly Harry found blank pieces of paper, looking at Snape confusingly he asked what was this, in which Snape replied 'Use it with the Diary.' taking hold of the Diary that Snape offered and Draco watching with keen eyes, Harry did what he was told by holding the two objects together.

A glowing gold symbol showed on the blank paper and a mini 3-D figure hologram of Dumbledore appeared. "Harry." it began, taking Harry surprised.

"By the time you read this I will be dead. There are certain things I was unable to tell you, Harry. I have instructed Severus to tell you those certain things." it paused, "For starters Aurora Summerfield was my ward. But that is not all," it paused for a minute, looking thoughtful. Harry kept silent as he could have sworn that it was crying. "You were like a son to me Harry." Dumbledore's voice broke, "More like great-grandson." chuckled Sanpe, giving a sly smirk.

"I'm sure Severus made a snide remark by now, what he doesn't know is that I've used his entire screened to make this hologram." Dumbledore gave his own sly smirk. Snape scowled, Harry tried not to laugh, he could see Draco was laughing a silent laugh. Sanpe took his wand and gave Draco a pale green sharp zap throwing the blonde against the wall.

"But that is not all, Harry. Aurora was a Wiccan." "What's a Wiccan?" asked Draco and Harry frowning in confusion. "A Wiccan, is a being that posses it's magic from nature." pausing again so that the boys chewed on that. "They are the first witches and wizards, they use energy from nature. Have healing powers similar to Fawkes'. They live for vast amount of time without aging because they can draw the energy from the environment. They cannot die very easily for the same reason. Harry." Dumbledore looked straight at Harry with glassy eyes, but still smiling reassuringly.

"I knew you grandmother Cecelia. A wonderful witch with marvelous talents, especially telepathic links." He grinned. " I am aware that when I die she will send you erased memories that you and she had spent time together with, when you were a child. Yes, Harry, she is still alive, but only just, she is dying. She left letters to you when your parents were murdered. I had warned her that it would be best to leave you alone, because of the dark lord. Even though she and I had argued furiously about it, but she finally agreed, with a heavy-heart."

Tacking a moment to compose himself he continued. "Your grandmother does love you, I know for a fact you will forgive her for not being there through the hard times. I know for a fact that she loves you and her dying wishes are to see you, Severus will escort you to her. Remember Harry, you are one of a kind. And nothing can take that away from you." with that the message ended.

Everything went silent. Harry eyes were wide with shock and were clearly upset. Not only was Dumbledore his mentor was dead and he had thought Harry was one of his own. And to top it up he had just found out that he had a grandmother, and she wanted to see him, even though she was on her death bed. He was sad, slightly angry but otherwise could see the logic why she couldn't take him on.

"Take me to her, Snape." Harry said sternly, not bothered that he didn't add Sanpe's title. And certainly ignored the glare he was receiving. All humor had vanished from the room. Throwing the quilts off and immediately stood up so he could strived out of the door and into the bathroom. Nearly followed by Draco if Snape hadn't grabbed Draco's hand, Snape shook his head, concerning over the dark haired boy.

"I know you are concerned over him, Malfoy, so am I. But Potter has to have some privacy. A bomb shell was just threw on him to day. He had to think by himself." Ginny came into room. "What happened?" she asked, Draco explained plainly. She was Harry's girlfriend so she had the right to know. "Oh." She said simply. Stunned. After some time Harry came back into the room fully dressed in black.

Black pressed trousers and long sleeved shirt and highly polished shoes. Hair was brushed, glassy buffed. "I'm ready." he said sternly. "I know what's going on Harry." Ginny spoke up. Harry gazed at her. "I'm going with you." "No you're not." Harry said bluntly. "Yes I bloody am!" she argued, Harry stridden over to her. "Ginny, if we're caught, well you know for well what could happen. It's dangerous!" "I don't care!" she retorted, puffing out her chest. "Where you go I go, I don't give a damn if you are there so I'm going there." "So are we." called Ron, letting himself and Hermione in, both holding hands. "Don't forget me." spoke Draco smiling shyly.

"Fine, fine! We all go!" cried Snape. Throwing up his hands, standing up to go down stairs meeting Author and Molly Weasley sitting at the dining room table. In front of the empty fire place.

The couple looked at the group. "We know where you are going, please understand this;" said Author, looking down and out "We want to come with you." Harry step forward as the Wesley's stood up and hugged him fully, encouraging the rest to join which they did. Save for two, Snape who would much rather lick Voldemort's ass than show such emotions, and Draco, still wondering whether he was welcomed. Molly looked at the blonde and beckoned him, which he step forward to joined in the group hug. Tears stung his eyes.

"Let's go." breathed Author, ,letting the group go, looking at Snape with a warm smile so that he didn't quite feel left out. Taking powder from a cup near the fire place. "You remember this right Harry?" he asked, Harry nodded. "Good, we are going to the out skirts dark woods." a pause, "The dark woods?" exclaimed Ron. "No out skirts of the dark woods. We have to pronounce it very clearly. I will go first, Then you dear, then Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Snape and then you Harry. Alright?" Every agreed.

Author stepped into the fire place. "Potter Manor!" as he dropped the powder and the green flame engulfed him Harry noticed they were one person down. "Where's Luppin?" he asked Molly. "He went on ahead." was all she said.

As they went one by one Harry only thought about his Grandmother, and that she had a manor named after the Potter's. But mostly about his grandmother Cecelia, feeling excited and was almost unable to control it.

But when it came to his time he made sure he had his wand before going to one of the draws, taking a plastic bag putting some of the powder in to bag. He thought he should do this task before meeting Cecelia Alison Potter. Stepping into the fire place and pocketing the bag. Grabbing some more powder and holding it above his head "Private Street!" then throwing down the powder, he was engulfed in green flames.