Chapter 3
Although it was a beautiful dusk, thousands of different orange, red, pink and blue hues mixing like a painting in the sky, nothing except darkness filled the sky over a certain tower in northwest Scotland. The tower, one, simple, sandstone tower, with window's boarded up, seemed to drive away all light, all life for that matter, for no bird's flew near it, no plant life grew near it.
Inside the tower, sitting on a throne-like chair on a dias, wearing dark green robes with a black outline, is Lord Voldemort himself, glaring with his malicious red eyes at the fearful Death Eaters surrounding him.
"Lucius, have you found the chamber entrance yet?"
"No master, not yet, we're working hard though, Death Eaters are searching through books as we speak, we'll know it soon."
"Soon is not good enough! You better find out soon Lucius, it would be in your best...interest."
"Yes, master."
With that Lucius Malfoy scrambled out of the throne room, and Voldemort looked down upon the rest of his pitiful followers, when, quite suddenly, what was left of color in his face instantly faded away, and he slid out of his chair and fell to the ground, trembling.
From the floor, Voldemort slowly regained his strength, and as he did, he looked up at his Seer, a Death Eater, faced covered by mask.
"Something powerful has happened, find out what at once."
A wispy voiced answered with a "yes master", and with that the anonymous Death Eater almost glided out of the room. Voldemort, now back on his throne, did what he always did when he's particulary worried or angry, fired random Cruciatus curses at those who'd follow him to death if he demanded them to.
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Harry stood up uncertainly, unsure of what to think or expect, was this a joke, was his father really alive? He looked to his right, and, staring right back at him was a mirror image of himself, teary eyed and all, minus the scar, and with brown eyes.
"Ja..James, Prongs, D...Dad?"
"H...Ha...Harry? Is it really you?"
The Potter men, for the first time in fourteen years, embraced, for what seemed like eternity, but in reality was only a few minutes. They would have continued to probaly for the rest of the day, had it not been for that respect demanding, yet gentle voice.
"Now, I beleive a long conversation is in order."
With Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, and Moony, Padfoot, Harry, and James sitting in front of it, James and Harry just staring at each other, opened mouth, both in awe that the other is alive.
"First off Harry, your dad, indeed, is alive. Now, you need to know why, and how, James, I beleive you don't even know why or how. I hardly beleived it mattered, but I noticed something after you and Sirius left Godric's Hollow a couple day's ago Remus. When I performed Priori Incantem on James wand, it revealed the last spell he cast happened to be the "With You" spell. As you all know, this spell is intended to make sure the caster is with the person whom he chooses, at a certain date. What all of you, except James, don't know, is that James must be with Harry on this day, his fifthteenth birthday. Harry, your father is the heir of Godric Gryffindor. Being so, James has certain....talents, that no other wizards do. He can perform wandless magic, see aura's, and is a very powerful wizard. However, Godric stated that those talents must always be passed down to the next heir on his fifthteenth birthday. When Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow that night 14 years ago, it was for two reasons. One, to kill James, he knew James had Godric's powers, and two, to kill you. Though you didn't yet have Godric's powers, he, much as James did by viewing your aura, that you are an extremely powerful wizard, more so than any other heir of Gryffindor. Right before James died, he cast the "With You" spell on himself. It seems to have been made much more powerful than it should be, obviously from James being the heir, and has brought James back to life on your fifthteenth birthday, in order to pass the powers of the heir down to you. He will still have them, but you will also now. Do you understand all this?"
"Ummmm, sort of, I think."
"Good, now, lets transfer the power and be done with it. James, Harry, if you two will please lock hands, and Harry, repeat after James."
They locked hands. "Now, Harry, repeat exactly after me. Magnus Amo Heirinium Potterus."
"Magnus Amo Heirinium Potterus." A glow of red and white light engulfed the Potter men, blinding everyone in the room, then, as quickly as it had begun, it was done, Harry had the powers of Godric.
"Now, Harry, James, Remus, Sirius, I have some work to do, you four may go to the Gryffindor common room and catch up.
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Harry, Remus, Sirius and James sat around the fire of the Gryffindor common room, everyone looking at James. James, still a little nervous about his son, looked at the Marauder's.
"Moony, Padfoot! How have you been?!"
"I've been pretty good, I taught here for a year two years ago, and have been working for Dumbledore since, I wish it was as good a fourteen years for Sirius though."
"Sirius, what have you been doing the past fourteen years?"
Sirius looked at the ground for a long while, then looked sadly at James.
"I've been in Azkaban since your death until two years ago, when I escaped, they sent me there, they thought I..., they thought I was your secret keeper.
"WHAT!?! It was Wormtail, that rotten bastard, where is he these days? I need to have a few...er...words with him."
"He's in Voldemort's service, who, was reborn last year, before Harry's eyes."
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About seven hours later, at 10 P.M. at night, all four Gryffindor's were still sitting around the fire, talking amitably. James had tears in his eyes, sad because of all Harry had had to go through in his absence, and proud at the same time for the way Harry turned out, and how well he overcame all the obstacles he's met so far. As they finished talking about the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore entered the common room.
"Ahhh, your still awake, I thought as much, seeing this is a special occasion, you four can spend the night here, in the Gryffindor dorms.
"Thank you Professor, good night."
All four Gryffindor's trudged wearily up the stairs towards the dorms, Harry leading the way, and walking instinctivly towards his year's dorm room, above which the placque had been changed from FOURTH YEAR'S, to FIFTH YEAR'S. The three other Gryffindor's followed suit, ironically they had the same common room.
Although it was a beautiful dusk, thousands of different orange, red, pink and blue hues mixing like a painting in the sky, nothing except darkness filled the sky over a certain tower in northwest Scotland. The tower, one, simple, sandstone tower, with window's boarded up, seemed to drive away all light, all life for that matter, for no bird's flew near it, no plant life grew near it.
Inside the tower, sitting on a throne-like chair on a dias, wearing dark green robes with a black outline, is Lord Voldemort himself, glaring with his malicious red eyes at the fearful Death Eaters surrounding him.
"Lucius, have you found the chamber entrance yet?"
"No master, not yet, we're working hard though, Death Eaters are searching through books as we speak, we'll know it soon."
"Soon is not good enough! You better find out soon Lucius, it would be in your best...interest."
"Yes, master."
With that Lucius Malfoy scrambled out of the throne room, and Voldemort looked down upon the rest of his pitiful followers, when, quite suddenly, what was left of color in his face instantly faded away, and he slid out of his chair and fell to the ground, trembling.
From the floor, Voldemort slowly regained his strength, and as he did, he looked up at his Seer, a Death Eater, faced covered by mask.
"Something powerful has happened, find out what at once."
A wispy voiced answered with a "yes master", and with that the anonymous Death Eater almost glided out of the room. Voldemort, now back on his throne, did what he always did when he's particulary worried or angry, fired random Cruciatus curses at those who'd follow him to death if he demanded them to.
***----------------------------------------------------------***
Harry stood up uncertainly, unsure of what to think or expect, was this a joke, was his father really alive? He looked to his right, and, staring right back at him was a mirror image of himself, teary eyed and all, minus the scar, and with brown eyes.
"Ja..James, Prongs, D...Dad?"
"H...Ha...Harry? Is it really you?"
The Potter men, for the first time in fourteen years, embraced, for what seemed like eternity, but in reality was only a few minutes. They would have continued to probaly for the rest of the day, had it not been for that respect demanding, yet gentle voice.
"Now, I beleive a long conversation is in order."
With Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, and Moony, Padfoot, Harry, and James sitting in front of it, James and Harry just staring at each other, opened mouth, both in awe that the other is alive.
"First off Harry, your dad, indeed, is alive. Now, you need to know why, and how, James, I beleive you don't even know why or how. I hardly beleived it mattered, but I noticed something after you and Sirius left Godric's Hollow a couple day's ago Remus. When I performed Priori Incantem on James wand, it revealed the last spell he cast happened to be the "With You" spell. As you all know, this spell is intended to make sure the caster is with the person whom he chooses, at a certain date. What all of you, except James, don't know, is that James must be with Harry on this day, his fifthteenth birthday. Harry, your father is the heir of Godric Gryffindor. Being so, James has certain....talents, that no other wizards do. He can perform wandless magic, see aura's, and is a very powerful wizard. However, Godric stated that those talents must always be passed down to the next heir on his fifthteenth birthday. When Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow that night 14 years ago, it was for two reasons. One, to kill James, he knew James had Godric's powers, and two, to kill you. Though you didn't yet have Godric's powers, he, much as James did by viewing your aura, that you are an extremely powerful wizard, more so than any other heir of Gryffindor. Right before James died, he cast the "With You" spell on himself. It seems to have been made much more powerful than it should be, obviously from James being the heir, and has brought James back to life on your fifthteenth birthday, in order to pass the powers of the heir down to you. He will still have them, but you will also now. Do you understand all this?"
"Ummmm, sort of, I think."
"Good, now, lets transfer the power and be done with it. James, Harry, if you two will please lock hands, and Harry, repeat after James."
They locked hands. "Now, Harry, repeat exactly after me. Magnus Amo Heirinium Potterus."
"Magnus Amo Heirinium Potterus." A glow of red and white light engulfed the Potter men, blinding everyone in the room, then, as quickly as it had begun, it was done, Harry had the powers of Godric.
"Now, Harry, James, Remus, Sirius, I have some work to do, you four may go to the Gryffindor common room and catch up.
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Harry, Remus, Sirius and James sat around the fire of the Gryffindor common room, everyone looking at James. James, still a little nervous about his son, looked at the Marauder's.
"Moony, Padfoot! How have you been?!"
"I've been pretty good, I taught here for a year two years ago, and have been working for Dumbledore since, I wish it was as good a fourteen years for Sirius though."
"Sirius, what have you been doing the past fourteen years?"
Sirius looked at the ground for a long while, then looked sadly at James.
"I've been in Azkaban since your death until two years ago, when I escaped, they sent me there, they thought I..., they thought I was your secret keeper.
"WHAT!?! It was Wormtail, that rotten bastard, where is he these days? I need to have a few...er...words with him."
"He's in Voldemort's service, who, was reborn last year, before Harry's eyes."
***-------------------------------------------------------------------***
About seven hours later, at 10 P.M. at night, all four Gryffindor's were still sitting around the fire, talking amitably. James had tears in his eyes, sad because of all Harry had had to go through in his absence, and proud at the same time for the way Harry turned out, and how well he overcame all the obstacles he's met so far. As they finished talking about the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore entered the common room.
"Ahhh, your still awake, I thought as much, seeing this is a special occasion, you four can spend the night here, in the Gryffindor dorms.
"Thank you Professor, good night."
All four Gryffindor's trudged wearily up the stairs towards the dorms, Harry leading the way, and walking instinctivly towards his year's dorm room, above which the placque had been changed from FOURTH YEAR'S, to FIFTH YEAR'S. The three other Gryffindor's followed suit, ironically they had the same common room.