Harry Potter and the Book of Merlin

Part 5

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Hey to all readers. Thanks for reviewing, I really appreciate it. I've bee working hard on this chapter.

By the way, I dunno if it's just me being slow and what not, but did anyone realize that the house Slytherin is just like slithering, like snakes don't crawl but they slither or whatever the base word is. I just realized it when I typed it. Ok sorry for wasting your time.

I don't own the whole Harry Potter idea blah blah blah, and you know which characters are mine and which are made up so I don't gotta say. Enjoy

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"Harry, I think it's time I told you the truth" came the old man's shaky voice.

Harry froze at that sentence. What truth did he need to be told? Harry's heat was racing faster than a firebolt and the worst thing was that he was powerless to do anything. He mentally kicked himself. "How could I be so dumb? Even after the Moody impersonator drilled it into my head day after day last year. I have to always be prepared for the worst. 'Constant Vigilance'. Why does everything always have to happen to me? And after I convinced Dumbledore that I would be safe." Harry stood there motionless and breathing silently. He prayed that things would turn out all right. "I made a promise to Remus" he prayed, "don't make me break it."

"Now where did he go?" Harry heard the man mumble to himself. "Ah there you are my boy. Now, we must talk about this wand" said Ollivander appearing right behind Harry. Harry whirled around in surprise and backed away from the old man. Then something struck Harry.

"The wand?" Harry asked in disbelief. "You want to talk about the wand?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Mr. Ollivander nodded his head yes. "Well what did you think I wanted to talk about dear boy? Tea cups? Of course. Now, we haven't much time. Mr. Potter…Harry I have told you very little about this wand. You know that its brother belongs to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and the phoenix that gave the feather for the core sits in Dumbledore's office at Hogwarts. And of course you learned about Priori Incantatem, the reverse spell effect."

The old man took a deep breath and opened his mouth again. "Even though you know that, there is still much you must learn. Harry that phoenix wasn't any ordinary phoenix, or as ordinary as they can be. That bird once belonged to the great wizard Merlin himself. And it produced the very feather that gave power to his own wand."

Harry looked at the old man. Why was he telling him this? Harry sat there taking in all this new information that he was being given, but was confused as to why he was being told this. How could this be any important?

Mr. Ollivander continued, "Harry the phoenix is a very old bird, maybe even the oldest of its kind. And as any wizard knows, magic only grows more powerful with time. That is why I am telling you all this. The feathers that are in this wand and its brother are extremely powerful. There are hidden powers in the two wands. Merlin was somewhat of a seer. He had the power to see visions of the future. He knew that one day the same phoenix would give two more feathers to make two more wands. So he placed a spell on the phoenix, a spell that would lock its powers so that they would still grow yet remain dormant until the day a very powerful wizard learned to unlock those hidden powers." He finished and looked at the boy.

Harry was very confused. How could his little wand that cost seven galleons be so powerful? The thought of it perplexed him. And the thing that Harry wanted to know was, exactly how did Mr. Ollivander know all of this? He had no doubt in his mind that this old man could have been a childhood friend of Merlin, he looked old enough. But it wasn't probable. "Could this all be a joke?" Harry thought to himself. "Are Fred and George going to pop out from behind a shelf and start laughing? Or could this be real…" Harry's thoughts trailed away as he looked at the old man. "Mr. Ollivander…how exactly do you know all this? I mean how do you know about Fawkes…about Merlin…the spell he caste, I mean no disrespect, but to me it sounds a bit far fetched" Harry said to the old man. Mr. Ollivander smiled down at Harry. Harry saw a gleam of pride in the old man's eye, similar to the one that Dumbledore often had.

"Very good Mr. Potter…very good. I see that you do not trust me," Mr. Ollivander said. Harry started to object out of politeness, but Mr. Ollivander put his hand up for silence. "I commend you on that. In times like there, you are wise to not believe everything you are told, not even from friends. God knows who can be trusted these days. But to answer your question, I know this because I was told. And like you, I was hesitant to believe it even when it was Dumbledore himself who told me this. You see Harry, the moment you left my shop the day you bought this wand, I wrote to Dumbledore telling him that you were the one destined for the second wand. When he read the letter he summoned me to Hogwarts to tell me what I have just told you now" Mr. Ollivander calmly explained. Harry was shocked. Dumbledore and Mr. Ollivander both knew about this and neither told him until now, four years later.

Harry looked at the old man taking in all this new information. Then another question formed itself in his lips. "But how did Professor Dumbledore know all this?" Harry asked. The old man smiled at the boy.

"You are a curious one aren't you Mr. Potter. Very well, As you may or may not know, Dumbledore is a direct descendant of Merlin." Harry's jaw dropped and he sat there his mouth agape. The old man chuckled to himself. "Yes Mr. Potter, your headmaster is a direct descendant of one of the most powerful wizards of all time. Stories about his ancestor have been passed down through his family for decades and some are known to the wizarding community. And the story that applies to you is one of the most well known." Harry gave Mr. Ollivander a puzzled look.

"Harry," the old man smiled "have you ever heard the legend of the Book of Merlin?"

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Not to far away in a hidden building in Knockturn Alley, there gathered a group of dark wizards. The building was cold and dark. The only light in it came from the few torches on the walls, and there were snakes. Snakes were everywhere. They were slithering on the floor, over the few items of furniture and across the walls. The people inside also matched the décor of the room with their dark robes, hoods, and masks. A few were in a circle surrounding a group of wizards and witches that were all bound with rope. Sneers and laughter could be heard escaping the mouths of the hooded creatures. The hooded figures shot small hexes at the captives and laughed in amusement as they withered in pain. Cheers erupted from the masked figures when the victims started to bleed. Then there was a voice from the back of the room. It was soft yet contained so much power and presence that it need not be louder.

"Wormtail…" came the dark voice. All the hooded creatures shivered in fear of it. "Wormtail, is everything prepared for my plan?" asked the voice. A threat lingered in it daring him to answer 'no'. A plump man nervously stepped forward. He was short and had a metal arm in place of where his regular right arm would be. Under their masks the hooded figures looked on in disgust as the man slowly kneeled in front of the voice.

"M…ma…master. Y…yes si…sir. Ev…everything is as y…you as…asked." The voice smiled. He smiled the type of smile that would send chills down your spine if you ever saw it. The voice got up from his chair and slowly turned around to face his followers. He was tall and thin, yet strong. He had red snake-like eyes that pierced fear into anyone that looked into them. His skin was of a pale white that greatly contrasted with his black and blood red robes. And on his face he wore an evil smile that pierced fear into all who viewed it. Instinctively, all of the hooded figures took a step back before kneeling down.

"Now," said the voice as he turned to the group of bound wizards, "I am Voldemort." The group of prisoners shuddered in fear at his name. Another evil smile spread across his face. "I must thank you for joining us today. You are about to make history my fellow wizards. Today marks the beginning of the end. The end of Dumbledore and Fudge. The end of good and evil, for after I am through…there will only be evil. And you my dear prisoners are going to usher in a new era…with your blood."

The victims shook uncontrollably at the thought. Smiles spread across the faces of the hooded figures as they watched their soon to be victims. A cry was heard from one of the victims mouths. He was a boy about the age of sixteen. The boy looked to his left at a woman, his mother. Tear after tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at her son. He felt his heart tear apart as he saw his mother crying and he was helpless to do anything. The boy's eyes were filled with fear and anger as he looked at the dark towering figures around him. He looked at the only unmasked figure in front of him. The man seemed one hundred feet tall to the boy. He looked into the evil man's eyes and saw nothing. No joy, no sorrow, no mercy, no emotions, nothing. The boy saw this and he envied the man. His eyes were empty. Voldemort turned away from them and as he walked as from them he murmured "Kill them" to a dark hooded figure.

The hooded figure brandished a knife from inside their cloak and with a flick of the wrist all of the wizards and witches rose to their feet. All but one of them were shaking uncontrollably, and had to be held still with another flick of the hooded creatures wand. The boy was scared beyond all fear that he ever encountered. He tried to move his head so that he could look at his mother, but he couldn't. He found it impossible to move any limbs. His eyes shot all around the room hoping to find something…anything that could help him. Tears began streaming from his eyes like a waterfall. Then he heard a thump. When he heard the noise he knew that his mother was dead. Then something inside him just snapped. He became the evil man that was in front of him only a minute ago. His heart was consumed with hate. He wanted to rip off the ropes that constricted him and kill all of the hooded creatures in the room. But most of all he wanted to be free, to be free of all these emotions. The dark creature stood in front of him with his dark robes and devil like mask. But to the boy he was an angel, heaven sent. He was the boy's salvation from a life of misery. The boy stood there still, but not by spell, by choice. He stood there waiting for his escape. The knife glided silently through the air as it found its mark on its victim.

One by one the wizards and witches fell until only one was left standing. There stood the lone wizard tall and still with honor. The hooded figure walked to the last victim. He was tall and lean with fiery red hair. His eyes faced straightforward as he stood awaiting his destiny. The hooded figure stood in front of the last wizard. The eyes of victim and murder met. A fiery battle was fought between the two with eyes and mind. The hooded figure stood in front of the brave man with his face shielded from view and spoke. His voice was quiet as though it were hesitant. "You are a brave man Weasley. You deserve to face your killer." The hooded figure lowered their hood and removed the mask covering their face. The man's eyes shot to his face and when they saw it they grew wide with astonishment.

"You…" the word was cut short when the smooth blade pierced his skin and he fell lifeless to the ground. The hooded figure quickly placed the mask back on his cold pale face and brought the hood back up. He looked down at the row of bodies covered in their own blood. A smile appeared on his covered face as he turned and it slowly became a scowl. He looked at the row of lifeless bodies before him. He then looked down at his gloved hands and bloody knife as though they were alien to him. He then wondered how he could do such an evil thing. And yet, it was so familiar. It felt so right and natural to him. Slowly he stepped back away from the blood. He rejoined the group of hooded figures as two other masked figures collected the bodies of the fallen victims. As he stood in the group he whispered silently to himself so that only he would hear.

"He is the last…never again…" And even though his mind spoke these words, his heart refused to listen.

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"Harry! Harry!" Harry turned around and saw one of his best friends Hermione Granger running over to him. "Oh Harry! It's so good to see you," she said as she hugged tightly. Harry smiled as he held his friend in his arms. He returned the same sentiment and stood back and looked at his friend. She had definitely changed over the summer. Where a short skinny girl with a lion's mane for hair once stood, there was a woman. Harry's jaw dropped slightly at the sight. His friend had definitely changed. Her skinny figure was much more curved and fuller. Her hair was no longer fuzzy and tangled like it used to be, but it was long and straight and fell off her shoulders like she were an angel. Her green eyes sparkled with the joy of seeing her friend for such a long time.

"Hermione it's great to see you!" Harry said as he stared back at his friend. Now it was Hermione's turn to take in the sight in front of her. Harry had definitely changed over the summer. His frail small figure was replaced with a tall muscular frame. All those long Quidditch practices paid off, as Harry's muscles appeared more defined and sculpted. And he stood taller now, at about five feet six inches. His messy hair was shorter now in the new style that boys wore it and his glasses were no where in sight.

"Harry! Where are your glasses?" Hermione asked as the walked over to the bench and sat down. Harry smiled at her and told the story of how the Dursely's were forced by law to take him to the eye doctor. She laughed as he told her how the doctor told his aunt and uncle that he would need contacts and that they would have to buy him a special brand. But he was grounded for two weeks when he got home for making them spend so much money. They stood there talking and laughing for a few minutes when they heard a yell from across the road. There stood the Weasley family all distinctly marked by their red hair. Ron ran ahead of his family and walked up to Harry and Hermione. Harry and Hermione both had a hidden smile on their faces. They had seen their friend and both were surprised at how much the other had changed. Hermione had grown to be a woman and Harry a man. But here came Ron who both had known last year and an exact twin of him was running towards them. He had not changed at all. Though it was not a surprise to the two seeing as how he had changed so much during the summer holiday between their third and fourth year.

Ron was about halfway to his friends when he stopped. He stood there frozen in the middle of the street. His eyes had fallen from Harry onto Hermione. He stood there looking at her. His heart raced as he saw her. He had always been attracted to her, even when she was considered far from beautiful. But now she had grown and shed her previous appearance for a new one. A slender curvy body and nice long straight hair that flowed down to her shoulders. His face turned pink at the sight. Quickly he recovered and continued running towards them.

"Harry! How are you? Dumbledore let you come then?" he asked as they exchanged a quick hug and he mirrored the action with Hermione. Harry explained to them everything that had happened to him since he left the Dursley's house up to how he saw Hermione and what they were talking about. There was an occasional gasp and laugh from the two at sad and funny times in the story. Hermione even cried when she heard about what happened to their former Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"So now I'm at Hogwarts until our next summer holiday. You know Dumbledore never did tell me why he brought me there," Harry thought as he paced. Both of his friends smiled at him. They both knew that Harry had a tendency to find himself in trouble and that his curiosity usually got the best of him. The trio turned around to face the rest of the family with hugs and handshakes.

Harry smiled and hugged Mrs. Weasley. She pulled away and went on and on about how Harry had changed and grown up to be a young man. George and Fred both laughed at Harry as he turned red from Mrs. Weasley. Then Harry moved to the twins. They both made fun of him for awhile then they all hugged each other and talked a little. Then Harry said hello to Mr. Weasley and shook his hand. Not thirty seconds into the conversation did he bring electricity and other muggle devices into the conversation. He was quickly scolded by Mrs. Weasley and was drawn into an argument. Harry only smiled at the two. It always seemed to Harry that they only fought with each other, yet still cared very deeply for each other. It reminded him of Ron and Hermione.

Then Harry turned around and found Ginny…or Virginia maybe now. There stood Ron's little sister Ginny who was not so little anymore. If Hermione's change surprised Harry, Ginny's could have given him a heart attack. Only one word could be used to descirbe her in Harry's mind and that was beautiful. She had grown up and developed into a beautiful woman. Harry stood there just gazing at her as she walked up to Hermione. "How could I be so blind all these years? I've known that she had a crush on me, but how could I not really see her until now?" Harry thought to himself.

Ginny smiled inward as she looked at Harry. He had definitely changed over the summer and it was a change that she could get used to. But quickly she scolded herself. "You have to face reality Virginia. Harry will never look at you like you look at him. You just have to move on with your life and not wait for something that will never happen." Ginny thought as she talked to her friend Hermione.

From across the crowd Ron noticed Harry and what he was doing. His smile slowly faded and he marched over to Harry and practically dragged him away. "HEY! What was that for?" Harry asked as he pulled his arm away from his friend. Ron only gave him a cold stare and Harry gave him a confused look.

"Well" began Mrs. Weasley, "now that we've all said hello I believe it is time to go shopping. The children must be ready for school in the next few weeks. Ron, Fred, George, Ginny… you all have the money your father and I gave you. We'll meet back here in two hours. And Fred and George…don't you dare try to go into Knockturn Alley!" Mrs. Weasley said as she gave both of her sons death glares. The twins shrank in size under the gaze of their mother and quickly slipped away from the group. Harry reluctantly ended his conversation with Ginny and looked around. "Hey Ron, where's Percy? I don't see him?" Harry asked.

Ron looked as his friend for a second as if debating whether or not to answer him. Then he said through gritted teeth, "He had to work all day at the office." Harry just nodded at his answer and was oblivious to the way it was delivered. They group of four continued walking down the street. Harry looked up to the sky. It was dark and gloomy, looking like it was about to rain.

"Today won't be a very nice day" Harry mumbled to himself.

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Sorry for such a long wait. I wrote it out but then my computer erased it on its own so I had to retype everything. Well I hope it's a good chapter. In my opinion it's pretty good. Now I spent A LOT of time on this chapter, like days worth of time so the least everyone can do is write a one-line review or whatever you feel like for me. I appreciate it. And remember if you want me to review something you've written to just tell me in the review.

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