The Twin Heirs of Gryffindor~
Chapter 2, The First Classes
By- Michael Lahanas
AN: I use many attacks from the Gameboy Advance game Golden Sun, which I must give credit to.
"Potter!" Draco screamed sitting down next to Dylan who had sat down for a moment to mingle with the Slytherin's a little bit after breakfast with his brother and his friends. When Draco arrived over him with Crabbe and Goyle Dylan could tell that he wasn't happy at all.
"Malfoy?" Dylan said leaning back in his chair and kicking his feat up on the table.
"What do you think you are doing, eating with those Gryffindors? You really starting to shape out unlike I thought you would. I'm very disappointed." Malfoy said almost as if it mattered.
"Oh noooooooo..." Dylan said sarcastically. "You almost said that as if it mattered."
"Some Slytherin..." Draco snorted.
"Your right, some Slytherin." Dylan said, getting up and walking to the head table. Professor Dumbledore was listening to the argument willingly, and when he saw Dylan approaching he said, "It looks like you made the wrong choice Mr. Potter. Would you like to be placed into Gryffindor?"
"No. Not yet. Just because Draco Malfoy is a jerk doesn't mean that all of Slytherin is. I came to ask you if there's something wrong with my schedule. It says nothing but "Trials." All over it. Is there something I'm missing?" Dylan asked.
"Oh, no. There's nothing wrong. We wanted to test you ability of combat magic before we placed you schedule. You see, last year everyone was put through tests to determine their level for Battle training. Since you didn't take those tests over the summer, we need to test you know." Dumbledore replied.
"Oh, well how exactly do we do that?' Dylan asked confused.
"Oh, we use the Expethesy Charm. It's a charm used to train Aurors for battle. You and me will be placed in an alternate dimension and we will battle on a low level. Though what happens in this dimension isn't really happening to us, it's a full simulation of real life and battle."
"Oh, when do we do this?" Dylan asked.
"Well right now if you want. All you need is your wand. Everyone outside will see our battle and be witnesses." Dumbledore said, `All you have to do is..."
"Expethesy!" Dylan said holding the wand over his head as he disappeared. As he did this a cloud of mist appeared where he was and an image began to form on the cloud. You saw Dylan standing in black robe on a white background. Other then him there was nothing but a white void.
"Well Professor, are we going to do this or not?" Dylan said. His voice seemed to come from everywhere.
"Expethesy!" Dumbledore said as he to disappeared. That's when you saw Dumbledore appear in the image on the cloud. He was wearing a red robe.
"Well? Any rules." Dylan asked?
"Any magic goes. No other rules." Dumbledore said drawing his wand.
Dylan drew his wand. The were a few moments of tension then...
"Expelliarmus" Dumbledore cried. The spell flew toward Dylan but he raised his wand and said, "Deflectorius!" and the spell was hit mid air with a jet of blue light. Then Dylan screamed, "Imperio"
The curse hit Dumbledore, and for a moment it looked liked it worked till Dumbledore blew it off.
"You know how to cast the unforgivables?" Dumbledore asked, with not the slightest bit of shock in his voice.
"I believe that anyone who can blow a curse off should be able to cast it." Dylan replied, the cried, "Dyiezin!" as a blue light blade came from the end of his wand.
"Ahh, a sword match. Well good luck, I am quite the duelist." Dumbledore said, also extending his light blade, which turned out to be purple.
Clang, Clang, Clang, was heard as the 2 blades of light crashed agents each other. Dumbledore and Dylan were moving so fast it was very hard to even see them. They were at least very good with a sword.
Clang, Clang, Clang, again as Dylan went on the offensive with the sword. Dumbledore was slowly walking back, surprise on his face, as Dylan continued to land harsh blows agents Dumbledore.
Clang, Clang, Clang, was heard as finally, with a cleaver move, Dumbledore hit Dylan's wand with a powerful blow that sent the wand flying out of his had.
"I believe I have won." Dumbledore said pointing his wand ant Dylan.
"Not yet..." Dylan said lifting his had quickly when a blue energy ball left it.
There were gasps from all around the now full Great Hall. "Wandless magic?" some said freaked.
The Energy ball his Dumbledore head on sending him flying across the void. Finally after a few moments for free flying he stopped, in mid air.
"You know ancient magic?" Dumbledore asked, truly surprised.
"Yes, I know quite a bit of wandless, ancient magic. Would you care for me to demonstrate?" "MOTHER GAIA!" Dylan screamed.
An orange beam of light flew to the sky from under Dumbledore's feet. Only for a moment though, then the beam extended and a hole formed in the "ground" of the void. Huge boulders flew up from the ground hitting Dumbledore over and over again.
After the dust and light cleared Harry saw Dumbledore in the corner of the void. He was standing, breathing hard, and had broses covering him.
"All right. I think we have enough information to place you. Though later Mr. Potter, I will need to have a chat with you. Expethesy!" Dumbledore said, reappearing outside the cloud. Soon Dylan fallowed suit and when he reappeared the cloud disappeared.
Everyone seemed to be speechless as Dylan got up and sat back down at the Slytherin table. After a few moments though the shock seemed to pass. Just before Dylan left Dumbledore gave him his correct schedule for school. Today he had,
1. Advanced Battle Training with Gryffindor advanced trainees.
2. Animagus training with Ravenclaw.
3. Defense Agents the Dark Arts, with Hufflepuff.
4. Lunch
5. Free Time
6. Care for Magical Creature with Gryffindor.
7. Charms with Hufflepuff
8. History of Magic with Ravenclaw
9. Dinner
10. Free Time
Dylan was walking down the hall when he ran into Ron, Harry, and Hermione. They all began to talk at once. Finally after he was able to calm them all down Harry spoke, "Were did you learn to do that?"
"What, the wandless magic?" Dylan asked trying to act clueless.
"Umm...DUH!" Ron almost screamed.
"Well. If you want, and with A LOT of hard work I can teach you to do it as well. Ill give you more info later." Dylan said running off.
*_*_*
The day went very slow for Harry. He kept thinking about all this information that Dylan was going to let him in on after dinner. He didn't pay much attention in most of his classes. Dylan said he would meet Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the library just after dinner.
The only class Harry really played any attention in was DADA. The New DADA teacher was Robert Stew Blackthorn. He was an old friend of Dumbledore and as usual, like all the other DADA teachers, Snape despised him. He knew a lot about magic, it seemed to Harry, and he had many shocking revelation. Apparently he was once a Death Eater. Harry recalled the events in the class.
Mr. Blackthorn had been late and when he arrived he seemed out of place, and nervous. When he walked in he said, "Ah, Hello class. I'm sorry I was late; I was talking to Professor Snape. Anyways, I would like to take names before I start class," That's when he took out a small pad and began to read off names, "Neville Longbottom."
"Here." Neville said from the back of the room behind Harry.
"Hermione Granger."
"Present."
"Ronald Weasley."
"Hullo."
"Harr..." his voice started, but then stopped as if the words failed him, then began again. "Harry Potter."
"Here." Harry said, not noticing his hesitation at first. But after a moment of though he caught on.
After that class went smoothly. There were no real interruptions after that. It was normal, till after the class. Just before Harry left, Professor Blackthorn had asked Harry to stay behind a moment. When everyone was gone he said, "Mr. Potter, Dumbledore told me not to do this but I feel I must thank you."
"Thank me? What for?" Harry asked puzzled.
"For defeating Lord Voldemort, for-ever how long." Blackthorn replied.
"Oh...Your welcome Sir." Harry said beginning to leave when Blackthorn grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go. He was squeezing hard.
"Really, thank you." He said, finally letting go. His voice was stuttering and his face had a strange look on it. Harry left before he could get a chance to see anymore though.
Harry had DADA just before dinner, unlike Dylan so he walked over to the great hall for dinner. He sat down next to Ron and Hermione at the end of the table so they could talk a bit before they meat up with Dylan.
"Sup Harry?" Ron said as Harry sat down. "What did Blackthorn want?"
"Oh, nothing really, just wanted to thank me." Harry said as if it was casual.
"For what?" Ron asked.
"Long story. So, did you guys eat?" Harry replied.
"Naw. Waiting for you. Also, Hedwig came in with a letter for you, from Snuffles." Hermione replied. As if on queue, food appeared on the 3 of their plates. They all began to eat.
"REALLY?!" Harry said shocked, he almost forgot about Sirius Black.
"Yes, here." Hermione said handing Harry the parchment.
Dear Harry,
Dumbledore told me about Dylan last night and I'm very happy for you. You have finally found a bit of real family that doesn't hate you. I hope I will get to meet my other grandson any time soon. I will be in the area of Hogwarts next week. I just might stop by sometime then. Well I have to go, I hope to see my godsons soon.
Love, Sirius Black.
P.S.- Buckbeack is doing fine.
"Wow. Man, I miss him." Harry said, putting it down after reading it allowed to Ron and Hermione.
"Well, next week man. Next week well all go down to see him." Ron said putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Ya, well lets to talk to Dylan. He should be in the library by now." Harry said getting up and walking out of the great hall, Ron and Hermione fallowing suit.
When they arrived they saw Dylan sitting in a small corner in the library. He was holding a book and looked like he had been crying recently.
"Dylan, what's wrong?" Harry said sitting down next to Dylan. Dylan seen just then to notice that he was there because he jumped in surprise.
"I'm sorry. It's just, some of the memories, the thing I have to tell you tonight are a bit hard for me. I ask you just that while I'm talking please don't interrupt me. It's best that I get this all out in one big burst." Dylan said his eyes starting to well up with tears again. It was hard to believe that such a muscular man could cry like this but he was.
"Well, to start this off, I know you have a question. Why did Voldemort want me dead? For you to understand all I'm about to tell you, you must know the answer to that question. He wanted us dead because of our blood line, because us and our father were the only real threat to him and his power," Dylan started, "Our father was the last surviving Heir of Gryffindor, and when he had twins, he gave birth to two more heirs of Gryffindor."
Harry gasped. Sure he had suspected this but now there was no hiding it now.
"Even when Slytherin was alive, Gryffindor was just a bit stronger. This made his heirs stronger as well. Our father knew that one day Voldemort would come after him and kill everyone around him, so when mother gave birth to 2 of us, one of us was taken away and kept in secret, so that if Voldemort should kill the other, there would still be another heir. That one was I. I was taken away in secret to America, not even Dumbledore knew about me. There, ever since infancy, I have been training in every form of magic and physical combat in existence under the Gryffindor Guardian Caste."
"Gryffindor Guardian Caste?!, I've read about that. It was supposed to be the last great accomplishment of Godric Gryffindor after he left Hogwarts." Hermione said.
"Yes. Godric set up that school to train the most powerful of wizards and witches to fight the evils of our world. For fifteen years of my life all I knew was training, eating, and sleeping. I didn't do anything else, I didn't have any friends, all I had was training, and power that needs to be attained. For 15 straight years all I did was train and work, up until one month before the accident." Dylan said, his voice hallow and distant.
"Accident?" Ron asked.
"Just one month before I was to leave for Hogwarts, Voldemort discovered our school and attacked it. Everyone was killed but me, who had just been able to shimmer away in time. I may have been the most powerful at the school but even I wasn't able to face Voldemort new power. Just before I left I learned I was a Potter, and that I was born for the single task of helping you defeat Voldemort. So I searched out what Family I had left and that lead me to you, Harry. Now I had more then one reason to travel to Hogwarts and be around you. I joined the Slytherin house to lean a bit more how the Slytherins work. I must continue my mission. All of it." Dylan said continuing to tell the tail. As he did a slight note of determination was in his voice.
"All of it? There's more." Harry asked dumfounded.
"Yes, I have to teach you how to use the power that you and I share as the Heirs of Gryffindor. I have to teach you how to beat Voldemort."
And that, is were the long hard journey began, in the quest to defeat Voldemort.
Chapter 2, The First Classes
By- Michael Lahanas
AN: I use many attacks from the Gameboy Advance game Golden Sun, which I must give credit to.
"Potter!" Draco screamed sitting down next to Dylan who had sat down for a moment to mingle with the Slytherin's a little bit after breakfast with his brother and his friends. When Draco arrived over him with Crabbe and Goyle Dylan could tell that he wasn't happy at all.
"Malfoy?" Dylan said leaning back in his chair and kicking his feat up on the table.
"What do you think you are doing, eating with those Gryffindors? You really starting to shape out unlike I thought you would. I'm very disappointed." Malfoy said almost as if it mattered.
"Oh noooooooo..." Dylan said sarcastically. "You almost said that as if it mattered."
"Some Slytherin..." Draco snorted.
"Your right, some Slytherin." Dylan said, getting up and walking to the head table. Professor Dumbledore was listening to the argument willingly, and when he saw Dylan approaching he said, "It looks like you made the wrong choice Mr. Potter. Would you like to be placed into Gryffindor?"
"No. Not yet. Just because Draco Malfoy is a jerk doesn't mean that all of Slytherin is. I came to ask you if there's something wrong with my schedule. It says nothing but "Trials." All over it. Is there something I'm missing?" Dylan asked.
"Oh, no. There's nothing wrong. We wanted to test you ability of combat magic before we placed you schedule. You see, last year everyone was put through tests to determine their level for Battle training. Since you didn't take those tests over the summer, we need to test you know." Dumbledore replied.
"Oh, well how exactly do we do that?' Dylan asked confused.
"Oh, we use the Expethesy Charm. It's a charm used to train Aurors for battle. You and me will be placed in an alternate dimension and we will battle on a low level. Though what happens in this dimension isn't really happening to us, it's a full simulation of real life and battle."
"Oh, when do we do this?" Dylan asked.
"Well right now if you want. All you need is your wand. Everyone outside will see our battle and be witnesses." Dumbledore said, `All you have to do is..."
"Expethesy!" Dylan said holding the wand over his head as he disappeared. As he did this a cloud of mist appeared where he was and an image began to form on the cloud. You saw Dylan standing in black robe on a white background. Other then him there was nothing but a white void.
"Well Professor, are we going to do this or not?" Dylan said. His voice seemed to come from everywhere.
"Expethesy!" Dumbledore said as he to disappeared. That's when you saw Dumbledore appear in the image on the cloud. He was wearing a red robe.
"Well? Any rules." Dylan asked?
"Any magic goes. No other rules." Dumbledore said drawing his wand.
Dylan drew his wand. The were a few moments of tension then...
"Expelliarmus" Dumbledore cried. The spell flew toward Dylan but he raised his wand and said, "Deflectorius!" and the spell was hit mid air with a jet of blue light. Then Dylan screamed, "Imperio"
The curse hit Dumbledore, and for a moment it looked liked it worked till Dumbledore blew it off.
"You know how to cast the unforgivables?" Dumbledore asked, with not the slightest bit of shock in his voice.
"I believe that anyone who can blow a curse off should be able to cast it." Dylan replied, the cried, "Dyiezin!" as a blue light blade came from the end of his wand.
"Ahh, a sword match. Well good luck, I am quite the duelist." Dumbledore said, also extending his light blade, which turned out to be purple.
Clang, Clang, Clang, was heard as the 2 blades of light crashed agents each other. Dumbledore and Dylan were moving so fast it was very hard to even see them. They were at least very good with a sword.
Clang, Clang, Clang, again as Dylan went on the offensive with the sword. Dumbledore was slowly walking back, surprise on his face, as Dylan continued to land harsh blows agents Dumbledore.
Clang, Clang, Clang, was heard as finally, with a cleaver move, Dumbledore hit Dylan's wand with a powerful blow that sent the wand flying out of his had.
"I believe I have won." Dumbledore said pointing his wand ant Dylan.
"Not yet..." Dylan said lifting his had quickly when a blue energy ball left it.
There were gasps from all around the now full Great Hall. "Wandless magic?" some said freaked.
The Energy ball his Dumbledore head on sending him flying across the void. Finally after a few moments for free flying he stopped, in mid air.
"You know ancient magic?" Dumbledore asked, truly surprised.
"Yes, I know quite a bit of wandless, ancient magic. Would you care for me to demonstrate?" "MOTHER GAIA!" Dylan screamed.
An orange beam of light flew to the sky from under Dumbledore's feet. Only for a moment though, then the beam extended and a hole formed in the "ground" of the void. Huge boulders flew up from the ground hitting Dumbledore over and over again.
After the dust and light cleared Harry saw Dumbledore in the corner of the void. He was standing, breathing hard, and had broses covering him.
"All right. I think we have enough information to place you. Though later Mr. Potter, I will need to have a chat with you. Expethesy!" Dumbledore said, reappearing outside the cloud. Soon Dylan fallowed suit and when he reappeared the cloud disappeared.
Everyone seemed to be speechless as Dylan got up and sat back down at the Slytherin table. After a few moments though the shock seemed to pass. Just before Dylan left Dumbledore gave him his correct schedule for school. Today he had,
1. Advanced Battle Training with Gryffindor advanced trainees.
2. Animagus training with Ravenclaw.
3. Defense Agents the Dark Arts, with Hufflepuff.
4. Lunch
5. Free Time
6. Care for Magical Creature with Gryffindor.
7. Charms with Hufflepuff
8. History of Magic with Ravenclaw
9. Dinner
10. Free Time
Dylan was walking down the hall when he ran into Ron, Harry, and Hermione. They all began to talk at once. Finally after he was able to calm them all down Harry spoke, "Were did you learn to do that?"
"What, the wandless magic?" Dylan asked trying to act clueless.
"Umm...DUH!" Ron almost screamed.
"Well. If you want, and with A LOT of hard work I can teach you to do it as well. Ill give you more info later." Dylan said running off.
*_*_*
The day went very slow for Harry. He kept thinking about all this information that Dylan was going to let him in on after dinner. He didn't pay much attention in most of his classes. Dylan said he would meet Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the library just after dinner.
The only class Harry really played any attention in was DADA. The New DADA teacher was Robert Stew Blackthorn. He was an old friend of Dumbledore and as usual, like all the other DADA teachers, Snape despised him. He knew a lot about magic, it seemed to Harry, and he had many shocking revelation. Apparently he was once a Death Eater. Harry recalled the events in the class.
Mr. Blackthorn had been late and when he arrived he seemed out of place, and nervous. When he walked in he said, "Ah, Hello class. I'm sorry I was late; I was talking to Professor Snape. Anyways, I would like to take names before I start class," That's when he took out a small pad and began to read off names, "Neville Longbottom."
"Here." Neville said from the back of the room behind Harry.
"Hermione Granger."
"Present."
"Ronald Weasley."
"Hullo."
"Harr..." his voice started, but then stopped as if the words failed him, then began again. "Harry Potter."
"Here." Harry said, not noticing his hesitation at first. But after a moment of though he caught on.
After that class went smoothly. There were no real interruptions after that. It was normal, till after the class. Just before Harry left, Professor Blackthorn had asked Harry to stay behind a moment. When everyone was gone he said, "Mr. Potter, Dumbledore told me not to do this but I feel I must thank you."
"Thank me? What for?" Harry asked puzzled.
"For defeating Lord Voldemort, for-ever how long." Blackthorn replied.
"Oh...Your welcome Sir." Harry said beginning to leave when Blackthorn grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go. He was squeezing hard.
"Really, thank you." He said, finally letting go. His voice was stuttering and his face had a strange look on it. Harry left before he could get a chance to see anymore though.
Harry had DADA just before dinner, unlike Dylan so he walked over to the great hall for dinner. He sat down next to Ron and Hermione at the end of the table so they could talk a bit before they meat up with Dylan.
"Sup Harry?" Ron said as Harry sat down. "What did Blackthorn want?"
"Oh, nothing really, just wanted to thank me." Harry said as if it was casual.
"For what?" Ron asked.
"Long story. So, did you guys eat?" Harry replied.
"Naw. Waiting for you. Also, Hedwig came in with a letter for you, from Snuffles." Hermione replied. As if on queue, food appeared on the 3 of their plates. They all began to eat.
"REALLY?!" Harry said shocked, he almost forgot about Sirius Black.
"Yes, here." Hermione said handing Harry the parchment.
Dear Harry,
Dumbledore told me about Dylan last night and I'm very happy for you. You have finally found a bit of real family that doesn't hate you. I hope I will get to meet my other grandson any time soon. I will be in the area of Hogwarts next week. I just might stop by sometime then. Well I have to go, I hope to see my godsons soon.
Love, Sirius Black.
P.S.- Buckbeack is doing fine.
"Wow. Man, I miss him." Harry said, putting it down after reading it allowed to Ron and Hermione.
"Well, next week man. Next week well all go down to see him." Ron said putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Ya, well lets to talk to Dylan. He should be in the library by now." Harry said getting up and walking out of the great hall, Ron and Hermione fallowing suit.
When they arrived they saw Dylan sitting in a small corner in the library. He was holding a book and looked like he had been crying recently.
"Dylan, what's wrong?" Harry said sitting down next to Dylan. Dylan seen just then to notice that he was there because he jumped in surprise.
"I'm sorry. It's just, some of the memories, the thing I have to tell you tonight are a bit hard for me. I ask you just that while I'm talking please don't interrupt me. It's best that I get this all out in one big burst." Dylan said his eyes starting to well up with tears again. It was hard to believe that such a muscular man could cry like this but he was.
"Well, to start this off, I know you have a question. Why did Voldemort want me dead? For you to understand all I'm about to tell you, you must know the answer to that question. He wanted us dead because of our blood line, because us and our father were the only real threat to him and his power," Dylan started, "Our father was the last surviving Heir of Gryffindor, and when he had twins, he gave birth to two more heirs of Gryffindor."
Harry gasped. Sure he had suspected this but now there was no hiding it now.
"Even when Slytherin was alive, Gryffindor was just a bit stronger. This made his heirs stronger as well. Our father knew that one day Voldemort would come after him and kill everyone around him, so when mother gave birth to 2 of us, one of us was taken away and kept in secret, so that if Voldemort should kill the other, there would still be another heir. That one was I. I was taken away in secret to America, not even Dumbledore knew about me. There, ever since infancy, I have been training in every form of magic and physical combat in existence under the Gryffindor Guardian Caste."
"Gryffindor Guardian Caste?!, I've read about that. It was supposed to be the last great accomplishment of Godric Gryffindor after he left Hogwarts." Hermione said.
"Yes. Godric set up that school to train the most powerful of wizards and witches to fight the evils of our world. For fifteen years of my life all I knew was training, eating, and sleeping. I didn't do anything else, I didn't have any friends, all I had was training, and power that needs to be attained. For 15 straight years all I did was train and work, up until one month before the accident." Dylan said, his voice hallow and distant.
"Accident?" Ron asked.
"Just one month before I was to leave for Hogwarts, Voldemort discovered our school and attacked it. Everyone was killed but me, who had just been able to shimmer away in time. I may have been the most powerful at the school but even I wasn't able to face Voldemort new power. Just before I left I learned I was a Potter, and that I was born for the single task of helping you defeat Voldemort. So I searched out what Family I had left and that lead me to you, Harry. Now I had more then one reason to travel to Hogwarts and be around you. I joined the Slytherin house to lean a bit more how the Slytherins work. I must continue my mission. All of it." Dylan said continuing to tell the tail. As he did a slight note of determination was in his voice.
"All of it? There's more." Harry asked dumfounded.
"Yes, I have to teach you how to use the power that you and I share as the Heirs of Gryffindor. I have to teach you how to beat Voldemort."
And that, is were the long hard journey began, in the quest to defeat Voldemort.