Drabble Request Thread; for sick-atxxheart; Powerful!Harry, "he can't ever win."

Also the Just Dialogue/Description Challenge.


Heritage

A week ago, I would've said I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of beating Voldemort. Not with anything but purity of heart, Dumbledore's best-laid plans, and my mother's blood, anyway.

It's ironic: here I am—my whole life, I've been Just Harry. Well guess what? Turns out I'm Godric Gryffindor's heir.

That's right; I'm the long-lost descendant of the Founder of my House. In fact, Godric's youngest daughter married a Potter.

How I discovered this, you ask? It all started this past weekend when I discovered I was broke. Too many Zonko's products, I guess.

So Ron, Hermione and I got special permission from Dumbledore to visit Diagon Alley.

One rough cart-ride later, we're about to climb out and walk up to the door of my vault, when the cart starts accelerating fiercely. Our goblin guide tries, belatedly, to grab on, but we're speeding away into the depths of Gringotts, Ron yelling and Hermione's hair streaking out behind her.

When the cart finally stops, we're in unfamiliar territory. Hermione claims these're the deepest vaults belonging to the oldest, richest families.

After that, I lose track of the conversation. I feel something pulling me toward a particular door; I lay my hand on the cool metal. At my touch, the door swings open.

Yup, you guessed it—only Godric Gryffindor's heir could've opened his vault. It was quite the coincidence, getting lost down there—'course, that sort of thing is always happening to me.

So, basically, it's me versus Voldemort, and so, in some bizarre magical way, it's G. Gryffindor versus S. Slytherin.

Unfortunately, Godric didn't actually win against Slytherin—not in the strictest sense. And, according to the journals and letters he kept in his vault, that big quarrel he had with SS wasn't really about blood status.

No, it was a woman—or rather, two: R. Ravenclaw and H. Hufflepuff.

Near as Ron, Hermione and I can make out, there were a lot of interlocking, complex relationships there. See, apparently RR and SS had this huge doomed love thing going, the kind of love that spans centuries—like in Wuthering Heights, Hermione says.

At the same time, GG and SS had quite the history, GG and HH were actually married, only then SS started moving in on HH and GG protested and the end of it was a war.

SS left, alright, but he came back at the head of an army. GG got everyone together, and he and SS actually did fight in single combat, but RR was the one who finished SS off. No fury like a woman scorned, they say.

Fascinating as all this ancient history was, the way I figure it, from what Dumbledore's told me, is, I've either got to give up my principles, or my life.

Or, if we're going with the GG/SS analogy, both.

No matter how powerful I get, it'll always be down to Voldemort and me. Even if I beat him—I can never win.