A/N: I used some research on Navaho and Native American mythology for this chapter. I hope it's all right and if something in it is wrong I apologise I am Irish and the druid thing is so overdone.

Chapter Twenty Four: Spiritual Help

"I'm going to make them pay…" Harry snarled, pacing around his bedroom with the ladies all on the bed, watching and worrying about him. He had spent the last three days since getting the memory and spent anytime where the babies couldn't sense his anger pacing and plotting different ways to get vengeance on Dumbledore. The memory of his parent's graves and bodies being destroyed was easily masterminded by the old bastard and he wasn't going to stand for it.

"And your plan is what then Harry?" Daphne asked, grabbing his hand so she could calm him down. The man she loved was in pain and the three ladies knew it. The pain in his heart was easy to see, he was retreating into himself again. Hermione knew the signs of it and so did Susan, Daphne always kept a watch over him in school and knew the way he was going…he was going to explode with anger. Once he calmed down he found himself going to the window.

"There's a desert, it's somewhere near here. It's calling to me. Telling me that I need to go there, Fawkes senses it too. I need to go there and I need to go alone. No Fawkes. No wives. No kids." He said simply, staring out into the distance. The pull from this place to his magic was immense, he could feel something. "Hermione, how far are we from Kashmir?" Hermione laughed at the statement and shook her head.

"Sorry Jimmy, we're nowhere near it." She smiled and stood up, walking to him and capturing him into a deep kiss.

"What's so funny?" Daphne asked curiously, raising her brow.

"Kashmir, it's a region of India, well known for its beauty. Harry's favourite band, Led Zeppelin, they made a song with a similar name. When asked why their lead singer mentioned that the name sounded lyrically positive, the pretence for the song was an actually Moroccan desert road." Hermione explained, watching as the coin dropped for the girls.

"So…your magic can sense this place?" Susan asked, biting on her lip.

"Yes."

"And you're going to go there on your own?" Susan's tone was full of fear.

"Yes. There's something pulling me there…a sentient force. Something powerful, more powerful than my Founders rings and Gryffindor's Sword." He explained to her. "I don't know how long I'll be gone, it could be a day, or it could be a week." He kissed each of them lovingly. "When the kids wake up, I'll kiss them bye for now and head."

"Harry," Daphne caressed his cheek and smiled. "You better get that cute bum back to us or we'll be looking for a new wand." She winked and laughed when he blushed.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." He chuckled. Once the babies woke up he gave each one a loving forehead kiss and cuddle. "Daddy's going to be back as soon as, I promise." And with that he disapparated away, once he arrived at the place he was amazed. The barren wasteland was like something out of a western. The only thing was unnerving was the feeling of dread in the place. Death was rampant in the place and he could sense that was why he was there. "I know you're hiding, come out and face me…"

One by one ten Native Americans dressed in old style garbs and ceremonial staffs. "We have awaited you for a long time Lord Potter." The eldest of the ten walked forward. Her face was wrinkled but had a sense of calm and unknown serenity on it. "I am an old friend of your grandfather." Harry nodded and bowed to her.

"You are the lost tribe. Charlus wrote many books on you." Harry smiled at the fact he was considered worthy to speak with them. "Immortals, all of you, you tied your souls to the land. You help out those who are of righteous heart and pure soul you've been calling to my magic, why?"

"Long ago we all sensed that darkness would take over our world…we decided that the ten most wise of us created something similar to what you know as a Horcrux. Only our items were made of spiritual energy and not the same Dark Magic. The one you call Dumbledore has become Darker than any wizard of the last ten millennium." The elder explained, creating waves of intricate magic. "You are the one who can finally help our world and the non-magical one live in complete harmony." She sat on the barren ground and motioned for him to join her.

"That's why I'm here?" He asked her. All the other spirits disappeared and he saw the landscape change. The once barren land was now a thriving settlement. Many small Native children all played and had fun.

"This was our settlement before the invaders came from the world. One family called the Potters helped us. They got us safely away from pilgrims who wanted us dead." She pointed to a man; Harry saw the messy black hair and mischievous grin on the man's face. "His name was Charlus Potter the first. Your grandfather was the fifth with that name as you are the fourth Hadrian."

"Why are you showing me this?" He asked with some confusion. "I don't mean to be rude but I do not understand what the reason is."

"Watch for yourself." She motioned to the scene playing out.

"Charlus, what right have thee to save these savages?" One pilgrim asked him, his eyes flickering to one of the female natives.

"I have no right Darius. I simply save them because they need to be saved. And stop with that puritan talk." Charlus laughed at the man. "Why did we escape England my friend?"

"To free ourselves from the chains of anger my friend I know." Darius sighed and sat on the ground. "Charlus, these people are magical we don't know if they can be trusted." As soon as he said that a bolt of blue lightning blasted down into the native Elder.

"You dare come here and say we cannot be trusted!" She shouted at them, banging her staff on the ground making ropes bound the two men.

"Forgive my friends ignorance dear lady." Charlus bowed his head respectfully and struggled to sit up. "My name is Charlus, how is it you speak my language?"

"Magic, I simply used a spell to enchant my voice. In your language my name is Clearwing." She unbound his ropes and sat on the ground beside them. "You are magical too. You wish to save my people, why?"

"We have come from a land of great trouble." Darius explained, keeping his tone humble.

"I have heard, many of your people talk of hatred and anger back in your homeland." Clearwing nodded and passed them both a wooden cup. "Drink, it will keep you strong. What are your full names?"

"Darius Arthur Weasley, and my friend and ally Charlus Jameson Potter." Darius bowed to her as well and started drinking the liquid. "Thank you for this fair lady, it is most enjoyable."

"You're welcome Darius." She smiled and stood up. "Our village will always be open for you."

"You helped my ancestor?" Harry grinned and looked as the barren desert. The memory was a short one but he understood it. A debt of friendship was made. These people sacrificed their afterlife so Harry's family could have a permanent ally.

"We chose to stay. To help you all, now, now we can fulfil that promise." Clearwing nodded and stood up. "We haven't got the twenty years it would take you to learn all our secrets."

"How are we going to do it then?" Harry asked with fear in his voice. Missing out on twenty years of his children's' lives was in excusable to him. He wanted the power to defeat Dumbledore sure. But not at the price it would cost. "I have four children Clearwing, all just babies and I can't miss out on twenty years of their lives, I grew up fatherless…I won't allow my kids to suffer that."

"Good, now, somewhere in this desert is a stone. It's green and looks like glass. It is the knowledge you seek. I cannot help you and no one else can. You will fight your fears in this desert Hadrian Potter." Clearwing disappeared and Harry went to find the stone.

The desert was warm and unforgiving with not one place holding some much needed shade. The cloudless sky was as barren as the ground, only the sun and two circling buzzards. Walking for what seemed like miles Harry saw a sight that had him blinking multiple times, Hogwarts. What was the castle doing in the middle of a desert? Once he walked near it he saw two spells zoom past his head and looked at the vision of a great black panther. "Wow, I'm going insane."

"Be not afraid." The panther snarled, stalking around him menacingly. "I am called Dajoji by the old ones who honoured me for my power." With one large roar the cloudless sky became full of clouds and the sun retreated into them.

"You're an elemental creature!" Harry gasped and knelt down to rub him. "I've read about your kind, four creatures who formed the base elements; water, fire, air and earth."

"You are correct Hadrian." Dajoji nodded and gazed into his eyes. "We have called this wasteland home for so long…now it is nothing more than a graveyard…"

"Are you using telepathy to speak to me, like Fawkes does?" He asked and sat on the ground. Exhausted and still sure he was hallucinating with the heat. But the heat was gone now, it was cool and relaxing.

"Yes, but if it annoys you, I can talk too." Dajoji spoke in an old native accent. "We have long foreseen the order of events you have been living through. Your children will be master fighters when they come-of-age, like the great creators of Hogwarts."

"Time out…the Hogwarts Founders, they were elementals?" Harry asked Dajoji.

"Yes! They returned their powers once they finished their tasks!" Dajoji snarled again. "You have four cubs?"

"Yes, James Potter, Sirius Black, Edgar and Amelia Bones." Harry counted them off.

"Earth twins…they must be powerful children." Dajoji sighed and sat beside him. "I'm also your Animagus form, well not my wind powers. But the form of a panther with the control needed, all you must do is keep going." He explained and started walking away. "The clouds will stay for six hours." Once he said it, he was gone.

"I'm going insane." Harry chuckled and began walking again, the castle was closer and suddenly disappeared, leaving only a small cave, once he walked in he was amazed at the beauty and glamour of the cave. The stones imbedded in the walls all shone with different gleams. Once he reached the centre he saw the price he sought, a gleaming green stone that reminded him of the philosopher's stone.

He felt it again, the pull on his magic was incredible and all he wanted was to grab the stone. The second he made a move for it the stone began to glow and suddenly turned dark. A mist escaped from it revealing a figure in a black cloak. "Hadrian…Potter…you…have…returned." The apparition slowly spoke in a voice that chilled Harry to the bone. "Do…not…fear…me…my…name…is…Death."

"…" Harry gulped and stared at the figure of death. "Like a reaper..?"

"I…am…a…apparition…of…death. I…guard…the…power…that…you…seek." Death spoke slowly. "I…await…the…one…worthy…to…possess…it."

"Am I the one?" Harry asked. "I seek to end the evil in my homeland. Please, please give me the power I need." He begged the apparition. "I need it…I'll return it."

"I…shall…allow…you…to…take…it." Death handed him the stone and vanished.

Harry held the stone and instantly felt a surge of painful energy pulse throughout him. Every vein in his body surged with lightning and his eyes flashed blue for a moment. After the sensation was over Harry looked around at his surroundings, he was back in England. "What the hell was that?" He panted and saw a single light source from an old rickety looking cottage. The sole occupant walked out and Harry gulped, it was Dumbledore.

"I finally have you within my grasp!" Dumbledore grinned, his wand firmly in his hand and the space between them slowly constricting.

Harry got his wand and tried apparating; the result was another bolt of lightning that transported him to Hogwarts gates. "What the fuck is this power?!" He panted again and started to remember, Clearwing done the same thing in the memory, it was some form of Navaho Disapparation. "Ok, so I can travel like this now, maybe I need to think real hard…" He closed his eyes and concentrated. When his eyes opened he was in the desert cave and Clear wing was there waiting.

"You have mastered it." She grinned and sat on the cave floor, making another memory appear. "The power is called Lightning-Travel, well the English version anyway." She chuckled and motioned to the memory of a young Navaho girl using the technique. "All one has to do is think of a place or person. The power will then transport them to them."

"That explains it!" Harry exclaimed and clicked his fingers. "When I first did it I was thinking of defeating Dumbledore and bang, I was outside his place, but I can't remember it now…can Lightning-Travel go through Fidelius wards?"

"Yes. It was designed many moons before the Fidelius Charm. You Hadrian James Potter is control my people's most impressive magical power and that is an honour we do not give out lightly. It has however being used by the Potters since the first Hadrian Potter was awarded it." Clearwing smiled to him and touched his cheek; her hands were creating warmth almost akin to a Patronus.

"I will return it, just like he did, I promise that to you Clearwing." Harry smiled back and felt a pulling presence inside him. "Dajoji mentioned he was my Animagus form. Have I unlocked it now?"

"Yes you have Harry. The Navaho were able to complete the transformation within one day thanks to our understanding of nature. The panther inside you yearns to come forth and prowl for the first time." Clearwing's eyes lit up and her smile widened. "I sense it and he is strong, come forth and allow yourself to be one with nature." Harry nodded and looked within himself, in a field a single black panther looked him in the eye. It walked over to him and roared with great power.

Once his eyes opened the first the first thing he noticed was he was on all fours, his senses were heightened and his eyes were a lot more powerful. He could see a lot more than usual and his sense of smell picked up on a trail, it was familiar, almost serene and he loved it. When he changed back he finally realised what it was. "My mom was here…wasn't she?"

"Lily Potter came here and used the power she received until she had to go into hiding. She was six months pregnant when she unlocked them. That is why you are worthy Hadrian; you were once here a long time ago. We are allowing you to hold the power again, but know this. The power is not for you abuse, once your mission is complete you must give it back." Clearwing felt the power resonating from him and knew he would return it. "I wish you luck Hadrian Potter, may the spirits watch over you." With that last word she again disappeared.

The blast of light that brought Harry home amazed everyone. The fact he was gone a week also amazed him. Clearwing had apparently taught him two decades worth or power in a matter of a week. The powers were amazing he now had a great respect for nature. The Lightning-Travel was another powerful energy he now controlled as he could banish people with it and bring people to him. The final power he received was an understanding of the most intrigue magic there was, love. Harry loved his family and friends, but now he had a whole new love. He found a rare peace and tranquillity in his life and wished it would last forever.

The first order of business was simple, destroy the Death Eaters. There were now one hundred trained members of Voldemort's army. Harry used the knowledge in the Hogwarts ring to start planning. Now that they had his powers to rely on they could easily destroy the Death Eaters and force the now finished soul repairing potion down Voldemort's throat. They drew up several maps of England and looked for any similarities in attack patterns.

The only problem with their plan was apparating. Since the Death Eaters could apparate they could easily defeat the patterns they found. They then decided to look at the attacks. All the hits were in muggle towns and villages. If someone went to the Department of Births and Deaths they would notice that a lot of muggleborn children under eleven were being killed and the culprits were being warped by Dumbledore's greatest puppet.

"It's time; we're going after his Death Eaters. I want you all to know that if you don't want to do this you are welcome to leave." Harry turned his eyes to everyone sitting at the table. "We're all of age by England's standards, we can beat them and they can't do a thing about it. The power I obtained in the desert can help us win against the Death Eaters but this magic can't be used for vengeance, I can use it for justice so I need to ask you all a huge favour." He sighed and looked at them all. "When we finally find the two that desecrated my parents' graves…I need one of you to kill them."

"I'll do it." Draco stood up and smiled at him. "If it wasn't for you Harry, I'd probably be out there hurting people with them. Now I have a betrothed I love, three nephews and a niece I adore and lots of friends. I owe it all to you. I swear I will help you get vengeance on those two."

"Thanks Drake." Harry smiled and stood up, walking over and hugging him tightly. "I'm glad we're in this together, cousin."

Everyone smiled at the love shown between the two ex-enemies. The following few weeks were spent planning it all. They had picked out a singular pattern and had worked out their next target. A high concentration of magic was found in south-east England. They all knew it was muggleborn babies and children who couldn't control their magic. Cindy, Astoria, Ginny and Luna weren't being allowed to fight and neither were Hermione, Daphne and Susan since they had the babies so they became the Healer unit. Harry, Draco, Blaise, Neville, Alexis, Remus, Jake, Hugo since he had some S.A.S training and Mad-Eye were the main fighters while Tonks, Nancy, Simone, Narcissa and Bellatrix were going to provide cover fire and distractions.

"This is it, we're going to LT directly to the village, once there we place anti-apparation and anti-portkey wards up. Everyone ok with the plan?" Harry asked. Everyone nodded and with a lot of concentration on Harry's part they disappeared in a flash of blue lightning.

A/N2: Ok so Dajoji is a Native American legend of a panther who could force the sun into the clouds with a roar. This is the story starting to wind down. The next two chapters will be the last of this story. After which I'll be taking two months to start on the sequel and hopefully work on my other projects. Please review and give feedback, no flaming.

Hermione: Can't even go fight…

Daphne: I know I'm way stronger then Draco.

Susan: Stop bitching and relax, this way we can relax and cuddle our babies!

Cindy, Luna, Ginny and Astoria: I am never going to be that bad when I'm a parent.