Chapter Three: The Tears of a Phoenix
A/N: I don't own any of these characters and company that you recognize! They all belong to Ms. J.K. Rowling! I just made up some of the characters and come ideas. But the rest like Hogwarts and Diagon Alley are all Ms. Rowling's properties!
Harry looked at the lady who called him. "Harry! You've grown so tall!" the lady said, hugging him. When she finally let go, Harry could see tears running down her face. She wiped them away and hugged Harry again. "Harry, please sit down. Your father and me needs to talk to you about why we are alive still," they lady said, showing him to the couch. "Oh, Lily, I need to go back home. I left baby Margaret with my 15- year-old daughter, Annabelle. She just arrived yesterday from Canada to stay with me until she finishes school at Hogwarts. And I need to take her to Diagon Alley to get her school things. See you at King's Cross!" Mrs. Figgs said, walking into the fireplace then shouting, "HIDDEN MANOR!" "Um.mom, dad, these are my friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger," Harry said, introducing Hermione and Ron to his parents. "Oh, how nice to meet you! Would you also like to sit down and listen to what we have to tell Harry?" Lily asked the both of them whom both looked shocked to see Mr. and Mrs. Potter still alive. "S-s-s.s-s-s.s-s-s-sure," Ron said, sitting down on the couch nearest to him. "Mrs. Potter, I don't want to sound rude or anything. But how did you come back to life or.blocked the Avada Kedavra curse?" Hermione asked curiously. "Well, it's one of the topics that we are going to explain to the three of you so that you will understand. It's one of the most wonderful and mysterious things that we are trying to figure out," Lily said. "You know how the tears of a phoenix is a powerful healing source that could nurse your wound back to normal right? Just like it did to Harry when he was in the Chamber of Secrets," James said, looking at Harry. "When we were hit by the Avada Kedavra curse, we couldn't block it, so we died. But, after a few hours, a phoenix flew into our house and saw that we were dead. "It started crying and its tears started to fall and land on top of our hearts. When enough tears was collected on our hearts, it healed us and we somehow came back to life," James said, looking at a huge mosaic that was hung right above the fireplace where a fire was happily crackling. Harry gazed upon the mosaic of a sword and a wand crossed together with a golden lion and a scarlet phoenix on each side of the cross. "That's the seal for the Potter family. I don't know what the cross of the sword and the wand means.well, maybe the wand stands for magic but I don't know what the sword stands for," James said, answering Harry's question before Harry could even ask. "Okay, so you've told us about how you are still alive. What about the Destiny stone? You've sent that to me. But you didn't explain enough. In the letter you said that it was a priceless heirloom that dad's family has been passing down generation to generation. But Hermione and Ron said that the Destiny Stones use to belong to the four founders of Hogwarts. That can't mean that." Harry stopped, he looked up at his parents who were both smiling guilty. Ron remembered about the key that Harry showed him when they were in the car. "Is Harry a direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor?" Ron asked. "Ron!" Harry hissed, glaring at Ron. "Harry! That's no way to talk to your friend like that," Lily snapped at her son. "And yes Ron, if James is a descendant of Godric Gryffindor, then it means that Harry is also a descendant of Gryffindor. That's one of the reasons why he was the one that pulled out Godric's sword from the Sorting Hat in his second year," Lily said sweetly. "But Professor Dumbledore said that I pulled out the sword because I was a true Gryffindor," Harry said, taking out his key. "Your mom did say that was one of the reasons why you pulled out Godric's sword from the hat. You should really try to listen carefully Harry. Please Mrs. Potter, go on," Hermione said, urging Mrs. Potter to go on. "Is there anything else you want to tell me about who I'm a descendant of before I go back to calmness?" Harry asked. Harry watched his mom glance at his dad with a worried look. "Well?" Harry demanded. "Harry, your mother is also a descendant of Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw," James added. Harry, Hermione, and Ron's jaw both fell wide open. Lily saw this and sighed. "I know. It was shocking for me to found out about this only a few years ago. I contacted one of my aunts and told me that they have just found out that well.. from my mother's side, way back, the last remaining descendant of Ravenclaw married my great-great-great grandmother. So that makes me a blood relative of Ravenclaw, so that makes you a blood relative of Ravenclaw. But that's not all dear," Harry's mom stopped talking. "You mean, I'm related to Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor and who else mom. You said that's not all," Harry asked quietly. "Well, from my dad's side, (I knew this a long time ago since I was a little girl) we thought that he was a muggle, but he wasn't. Your grandfather, Harry, was actually a wizard but was too afraid to reveal it to the whole family until the letter from Hogwarts saying that I was accepted at school came. "He was in a furry for days, kept muttering to himself. He said that he wrote a letter to the Ministry of Magic and to the school that he didn't want any of his children (that's Petunia and me) to go to Hogwarts or learn magic because he gave up magic when. when." Lily stopped talking, tears started to run down her cheeks. "Mrs. Potter, are you okay?" Hermione asked, taking out her mini Kleenex pack and handing it to Lily. "My father finally gave up because owl came every morning to our house for a few weeks. He told me that I was to go to Hogwarts with Petunia. And we did while he finally, after ten years, went back to the Ministry of Magic and worked there again," Lily said, fighting back the tears. "Aunt Petunia went to Hogwarts? As in the school for magic?" Harry asked bewildered. Harry thought about how he would be able to finally torture them just like they did when he was still living with them. 'Wait a minute! I'm going to stay here! With a mom and a dad!' Harry told himself. "Yes, she did. She did graduate and got good marks. But she didn't want to show that she was a half-witch. She still had some really good friends from her muggle school. She heard them talking about how wizards and witches were stupid and that people should stop talking about them 'cause it will just piss them off. When they asked her where she went for seven years, she lied and said that we just went to a boarding school for girls out in the country because our dad was really busy," Lily said, dabbing away her tears. Lily took a huge breath and stopped for a while. She looked at a picture that was on the mantel above the fireplace. The picture was of a beautiful lady who looked a lot like Lily. She was wearing a blue and black cloak behind her. Harry, Ron and Hermione noticed this too and also looked at the picture. There was also another picture beside it where it was with the same lady and a man with mahogany-brown hair and hazel eyes and a very wide smile. "Are those pictures of Harry's grandparents?" Ron asked. James setted downs his paper and stared at the picture also. "Lily dear, you have to tell Harry the truth about his grandparents and the rest of his ancestors," James said, cleaning his glasses. "I know, I know. Okay, back to the story," Lily said, her voice sounding a bit hoarse. "When we finally came back from our final year at Hogwarts, dad said that he had to tell us something that we have to know since it was about our past and at that stuff. He said that mom didn't die in a stroke. An evil wizard that was working for Lord Voldemort murdered her. He said that he murdered her when they were still living in a wizarding neighbour-hood. That was one of the reasons why we moved here. "He killed because of the same reason why he.tried to kill your father and you Harry," Lily said, her head turning to Harry. 'Think Harry, think! Why did Voldemort try to kill mom and dad?' Harry asked himself. Then it hit him. Was it because he knew that dad was a descendant of Godric Gryffindor?" Harry asked. "Yes dear. That's why he killed her. But he didn't know that she was married and had two daughters. After my father told this to the both of us, he told us that mom was a blood relative of Rowena Ravenclaw and that he was also a blood relative of Helga Hufflepuff," Lily said, holding her necklace tightly. Harry stood up from his seat and started to walk around the room like a vulture. "So let me get this straight. I am a descendant of Godric Gryffindor by dad's side. (James was nodding at this) And I am a blood relative of Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff? And what about Slytherin? Huh? Am I also related somehow by him?" Harry asked, looking out the window. Hermione and Ron watched Harry's parents glance at each other before speaking again. "Harry, this is a really rare and special thing. You are related to all four founders of the school you go to, and they are also one of the most famous and most powerful witches and wizards in the whole world after Merlin. Merlin was the great-grandfather of these four witches and wizards. But before he died, he created the Destiny Stone, which we have sent to you for your birthday, so that the owner or 'owners' in this case would be immortal even though they died," Lily said, her eyes still red. "Is that why You-Know-Who can't die?" Hermione asked. James stared at her. "Does this mean that the Slytherin part of the stone isn't destroyed?" Hermione asked, gasping. "Yes honey. It does mean that the Slytherin stone isn't destroyed yet. But Voldemort lost the stone long time ago. The mystery behind all this that your father is trying to figure out for a very long time is. How is Voldemort still immortal after loosing the Destiny stone? Your father and a friend of his that he met a long time ago at the Ministry. Arthur Weasley has been trying to find out the reason for a while. He has been coming here a lot lately with Sirius and Remus," Lily said. "So mum, Voldemort doesn't know that you are also a blood relative of Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw? Is that why he wanted to kill me before you?" Harry asked curiously. "I'm not sure dear. We were talking about that with Molly, Arthur's-" "My mom?" Ron said, cutting off Lily. James sat up and stared at Ron with awe. "So you're one of their sons right? You look just like your father," James said. Harry yawned and stretched. "Mom, where will my room be? I feel a bit tired," Harry said, taking out his glasses then rubbing his eyes. "Oh yes, just meet me at the top at the stairs and I'll show you three to your rooms. I just have to talk to James about something right now," Lily said. Harry led the way up the stairs. "Hey Harry, isn't it cool that both our parents knows each other?" Ron asked, smiling a little. "Yeah. But I can't believe that Aunt Petunia is a witch! She sure doesn't act like she is and she thinks that magic is dangerous. Do you think she'll send Dudley to Hogwarts?" Harry asked as he waited for Ron and Hermione at the top of the stairs. "Harry! Your room is at the East Side of the corridor! Your friends can choose which room they want that are the closest to your room dear!" Lily called from the living room. Harry looked around the long corridor. "This place is huge!" Harry said, looking at each of the doors. In between the doors, on the wall was either a picture of the four animals that represents Hogwarts or a phoenix or a picture of some witches and wizards. "Harry, I think we could tell which door will lead to your room. Your door has your initials engraved on it," Hermione said, distracting Harry's gaze around the corridor. Harry turned around to face the door with the letters: H.P. engraved in the oak door. Behind the two letters was a picture of a red phoenix carefully painted red and the exact details carved. Harry put his hand on the gold doorknob and turned it. The door opened to reveal a room with a four-poster-bed on the left side of the room with red and gold coverings. The rug on the stone floor was of a yellow lion in a red background and a golden border. The wall on the opposite side of where the door was located was a window with no glass but red and gold silk curtains. The right side of the room had a handsome oak desk with a few shelves filled with old books and pencils and stuff. There was a nightstand that was on the right side of the room with a picture of a picture of Harry and his parents when he was still a little baby. On the left side of the wall where the door was, was a closet that looked as if all of Harry's robes and cloaks were hanged up already. "Harry, if you want, I could ask Fred and George or Charlie to send you some Quidditch posters to decorate your room if you like," Ron said, walking around the room. "Ron! This is Harry's room! He gets to decide on what he wants to put up on his room," Hermione said, looking at the books on Harry's shelf. Harry looked around his room for a bare spot on the wall. "When will you ask them Ron? This room needs some decorating eh Ron?" Harry asked with a grin on his face.
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A/N: I know that was short. But don't have that much time because I have too much homework and I have to share this computer.
A/N: I don't own any of these characters and company that you recognize! They all belong to Ms. J.K. Rowling! I just made up some of the characters and come ideas. But the rest like Hogwarts and Diagon Alley are all Ms. Rowling's properties!
Harry looked at the lady who called him. "Harry! You've grown so tall!" the lady said, hugging him. When she finally let go, Harry could see tears running down her face. She wiped them away and hugged Harry again. "Harry, please sit down. Your father and me needs to talk to you about why we are alive still," they lady said, showing him to the couch. "Oh, Lily, I need to go back home. I left baby Margaret with my 15- year-old daughter, Annabelle. She just arrived yesterday from Canada to stay with me until she finishes school at Hogwarts. And I need to take her to Diagon Alley to get her school things. See you at King's Cross!" Mrs. Figgs said, walking into the fireplace then shouting, "HIDDEN MANOR!" "Um.mom, dad, these are my friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger," Harry said, introducing Hermione and Ron to his parents. "Oh, how nice to meet you! Would you also like to sit down and listen to what we have to tell Harry?" Lily asked the both of them whom both looked shocked to see Mr. and Mrs. Potter still alive. "S-s-s.s-s-s.s-s-s-sure," Ron said, sitting down on the couch nearest to him. "Mrs. Potter, I don't want to sound rude or anything. But how did you come back to life or.blocked the Avada Kedavra curse?" Hermione asked curiously. "Well, it's one of the topics that we are going to explain to the three of you so that you will understand. It's one of the most wonderful and mysterious things that we are trying to figure out," Lily said. "You know how the tears of a phoenix is a powerful healing source that could nurse your wound back to normal right? Just like it did to Harry when he was in the Chamber of Secrets," James said, looking at Harry. "When we were hit by the Avada Kedavra curse, we couldn't block it, so we died. But, after a few hours, a phoenix flew into our house and saw that we were dead. "It started crying and its tears started to fall and land on top of our hearts. When enough tears was collected on our hearts, it healed us and we somehow came back to life," James said, looking at a huge mosaic that was hung right above the fireplace where a fire was happily crackling. Harry gazed upon the mosaic of a sword and a wand crossed together with a golden lion and a scarlet phoenix on each side of the cross. "That's the seal for the Potter family. I don't know what the cross of the sword and the wand means.well, maybe the wand stands for magic but I don't know what the sword stands for," James said, answering Harry's question before Harry could even ask. "Okay, so you've told us about how you are still alive. What about the Destiny stone? You've sent that to me. But you didn't explain enough. In the letter you said that it was a priceless heirloom that dad's family has been passing down generation to generation. But Hermione and Ron said that the Destiny Stones use to belong to the four founders of Hogwarts. That can't mean that." Harry stopped, he looked up at his parents who were both smiling guilty. Ron remembered about the key that Harry showed him when they were in the car. "Is Harry a direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor?" Ron asked. "Ron!" Harry hissed, glaring at Ron. "Harry! That's no way to talk to your friend like that," Lily snapped at her son. "And yes Ron, if James is a descendant of Godric Gryffindor, then it means that Harry is also a descendant of Gryffindor. That's one of the reasons why he was the one that pulled out Godric's sword from the Sorting Hat in his second year," Lily said sweetly. "But Professor Dumbledore said that I pulled out the sword because I was a true Gryffindor," Harry said, taking out his key. "Your mom did say that was one of the reasons why you pulled out Godric's sword from the hat. You should really try to listen carefully Harry. Please Mrs. Potter, go on," Hermione said, urging Mrs. Potter to go on. "Is there anything else you want to tell me about who I'm a descendant of before I go back to calmness?" Harry asked. Harry watched his mom glance at his dad with a worried look. "Well?" Harry demanded. "Harry, your mother is also a descendant of Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw," James added. Harry, Hermione, and Ron's jaw both fell wide open. Lily saw this and sighed. "I know. It was shocking for me to found out about this only a few years ago. I contacted one of my aunts and told me that they have just found out that well.. from my mother's side, way back, the last remaining descendant of Ravenclaw married my great-great-great grandmother. So that makes me a blood relative of Ravenclaw, so that makes you a blood relative of Ravenclaw. But that's not all dear," Harry's mom stopped talking. "You mean, I'm related to Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor and who else mom. You said that's not all," Harry asked quietly. "Well, from my dad's side, (I knew this a long time ago since I was a little girl) we thought that he was a muggle, but he wasn't. Your grandfather, Harry, was actually a wizard but was too afraid to reveal it to the whole family until the letter from Hogwarts saying that I was accepted at school came. "He was in a furry for days, kept muttering to himself. He said that he wrote a letter to the Ministry of Magic and to the school that he didn't want any of his children (that's Petunia and me) to go to Hogwarts or learn magic because he gave up magic when. when." Lily stopped talking, tears started to run down her cheeks. "Mrs. Potter, are you okay?" Hermione asked, taking out her mini Kleenex pack and handing it to Lily. "My father finally gave up because owl came every morning to our house for a few weeks. He told me that I was to go to Hogwarts with Petunia. And we did while he finally, after ten years, went back to the Ministry of Magic and worked there again," Lily said, fighting back the tears. "Aunt Petunia went to Hogwarts? As in the school for magic?" Harry asked bewildered. Harry thought about how he would be able to finally torture them just like they did when he was still living with them. 'Wait a minute! I'm going to stay here! With a mom and a dad!' Harry told himself. "Yes, she did. She did graduate and got good marks. But she didn't want to show that she was a half-witch. She still had some really good friends from her muggle school. She heard them talking about how wizards and witches were stupid and that people should stop talking about them 'cause it will just piss them off. When they asked her where she went for seven years, she lied and said that we just went to a boarding school for girls out in the country because our dad was really busy," Lily said, dabbing away her tears. Lily took a huge breath and stopped for a while. She looked at a picture that was on the mantel above the fireplace. The picture was of a beautiful lady who looked a lot like Lily. She was wearing a blue and black cloak behind her. Harry, Ron and Hermione noticed this too and also looked at the picture. There was also another picture beside it where it was with the same lady and a man with mahogany-brown hair and hazel eyes and a very wide smile. "Are those pictures of Harry's grandparents?" Ron asked. James setted downs his paper and stared at the picture also. "Lily dear, you have to tell Harry the truth about his grandparents and the rest of his ancestors," James said, cleaning his glasses. "I know, I know. Okay, back to the story," Lily said, her voice sounding a bit hoarse. "When we finally came back from our final year at Hogwarts, dad said that he had to tell us something that we have to know since it was about our past and at that stuff. He said that mom didn't die in a stroke. An evil wizard that was working for Lord Voldemort murdered her. He said that he murdered her when they were still living in a wizarding neighbour-hood. That was one of the reasons why we moved here. "He killed because of the same reason why he.tried to kill your father and you Harry," Lily said, her head turning to Harry. 'Think Harry, think! Why did Voldemort try to kill mom and dad?' Harry asked himself. Then it hit him. Was it because he knew that dad was a descendant of Godric Gryffindor?" Harry asked. "Yes dear. That's why he killed her. But he didn't know that she was married and had two daughters. After my father told this to the both of us, he told us that mom was a blood relative of Rowena Ravenclaw and that he was also a blood relative of Helga Hufflepuff," Lily said, holding her necklace tightly. Harry stood up from his seat and started to walk around the room like a vulture. "So let me get this straight. I am a descendant of Godric Gryffindor by dad's side. (James was nodding at this) And I am a blood relative of Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff? And what about Slytherin? Huh? Am I also related somehow by him?" Harry asked, looking out the window. Hermione and Ron watched Harry's parents glance at each other before speaking again. "Harry, this is a really rare and special thing. You are related to all four founders of the school you go to, and they are also one of the most famous and most powerful witches and wizards in the whole world after Merlin. Merlin was the great-grandfather of these four witches and wizards. But before he died, he created the Destiny Stone, which we have sent to you for your birthday, so that the owner or 'owners' in this case would be immortal even though they died," Lily said, her eyes still red. "Is that why You-Know-Who can't die?" Hermione asked. James stared at her. "Does this mean that the Slytherin part of the stone isn't destroyed?" Hermione asked, gasping. "Yes honey. It does mean that the Slytherin stone isn't destroyed yet. But Voldemort lost the stone long time ago. The mystery behind all this that your father is trying to figure out for a very long time is. How is Voldemort still immortal after loosing the Destiny stone? Your father and a friend of his that he met a long time ago at the Ministry. Arthur Weasley has been trying to find out the reason for a while. He has been coming here a lot lately with Sirius and Remus," Lily said. "So mum, Voldemort doesn't know that you are also a blood relative of Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw? Is that why he wanted to kill me before you?" Harry asked curiously. "I'm not sure dear. We were talking about that with Molly, Arthur's-" "My mom?" Ron said, cutting off Lily. James sat up and stared at Ron with awe. "So you're one of their sons right? You look just like your father," James said. Harry yawned and stretched. "Mom, where will my room be? I feel a bit tired," Harry said, taking out his glasses then rubbing his eyes. "Oh yes, just meet me at the top at the stairs and I'll show you three to your rooms. I just have to talk to James about something right now," Lily said. Harry led the way up the stairs. "Hey Harry, isn't it cool that both our parents knows each other?" Ron asked, smiling a little. "Yeah. But I can't believe that Aunt Petunia is a witch! She sure doesn't act like she is and she thinks that magic is dangerous. Do you think she'll send Dudley to Hogwarts?" Harry asked as he waited for Ron and Hermione at the top of the stairs. "Harry! Your room is at the East Side of the corridor! Your friends can choose which room they want that are the closest to your room dear!" Lily called from the living room. Harry looked around the long corridor. "This place is huge!" Harry said, looking at each of the doors. In between the doors, on the wall was either a picture of the four animals that represents Hogwarts or a phoenix or a picture of some witches and wizards. "Harry, I think we could tell which door will lead to your room. Your door has your initials engraved on it," Hermione said, distracting Harry's gaze around the corridor. Harry turned around to face the door with the letters: H.P. engraved in the oak door. Behind the two letters was a picture of a red phoenix carefully painted red and the exact details carved. Harry put his hand on the gold doorknob and turned it. The door opened to reveal a room with a four-poster-bed on the left side of the room with red and gold coverings. The rug on the stone floor was of a yellow lion in a red background and a golden border. The wall on the opposite side of where the door was located was a window with no glass but red and gold silk curtains. The right side of the room had a handsome oak desk with a few shelves filled with old books and pencils and stuff. There was a nightstand that was on the right side of the room with a picture of a picture of Harry and his parents when he was still a little baby. On the left side of the wall where the door was, was a closet that looked as if all of Harry's robes and cloaks were hanged up already. "Harry, if you want, I could ask Fred and George or Charlie to send you some Quidditch posters to decorate your room if you like," Ron said, walking around the room. "Ron! This is Harry's room! He gets to decide on what he wants to put up on his room," Hermione said, looking at the books on Harry's shelf. Harry looked around his room for a bare spot on the wall. "When will you ask them Ron? This room needs some decorating eh Ron?" Harry asked with a grin on his face.
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A/N: I know that was short. But don't have that much time because I have too much homework and I have to share this computer.