A/N: Sorry I haven't written in almost three months, but about two days after I posted Chapter Five, my dad sprained his ankle, and I was forced to help him get around the house, causing my writer's block. By the time he recovered, I had to go back to school, which increased my lack of ability to write. Now that I'm finally over my writer's block, I'm back to writing again. Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter 5, after I read all the reviews, I got a jolt of inspiration. Thanks again. Sorry I made you wait so long. Also, I have decided to call the sequel to this. Harry Potter and the Founder's Heirs! I know it sounds a lot like this one's, but I might change it if I think up a better name. Well, anyway, here's the story(R rated)! (PS, This story won't have a lemon in it. I realized I need more practice before writing one. Maybe in one of the sequels, but not in this one).

Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

Harry Potter and the Penta-Heir

Chapter Six - Herm's House

Once the window was open, Harry flew out, followed by Hedwig. About halfway to Hermione's house, Hedwig asked, "Harry, what's that tied to your leg?"

"What? Oh, it's my trunk. I had Sirius tie it on so that I could take it to Hermione's house easier," responded Harry.

About ten minutes later, Harry could see Hermione's house. It looked like Hermione had left her window open for them, and was about to fly in when. CRASH! He had hit his head on the not-so-open window of Hermione's room and landed on the small ledge in front of it.

Hermione must have heard him hit his head, because a minute later she opened her window and picked him up while Hedwig flew in. After untying the trunk from Harry's leg, she looked back and forth between Harry and Hedwig trying to figure out whom was who. Eventually, she said, "OK Harry, you can change back now. I can't figure out which one of you is Hedwig and which is Harry."

Both owls looked offended, and the one on the left changed into Harry Potter. "Herm, you can't tell the difference between me and Hedwig when I'm in my animagus form?" Harry questioned amazingly.

"No, I can't. You look almost identical. Why don't you change back so I can see any obvious differences," she requested, which he did. She looked at them and studied any differences between them. She then requested, "OK Harry, you can change back again."

He almost immediately changed back to normal. "So, did you notice any differences this time?" he asked.

"Actually I did. You have a gray lightning bolt on your forehead and rings around your eyes," she replied proudly, making Harry laugh.

"Anyway, let's go wait for Sirius," he said after getting over his laughing fit. They then went out to her front yard. It was only then that Harry finally got a good view of her house. (A/N: Only because I forgot to write a description earlier)

The house was the biggest house as far as Harry could see, which was considerably big, since most of the houses in her neighborhood were at least five stories tall. In comparison, her house was a tree, the Burrow was a stem, and the Dursley's was a leaf. At six or seven stories tall, he couldn't see the roof from the ground. It was mostly painted red with gold. 'Interesting.' thought Harry, 'Same colors as Gryffindor'. He asked Hermione, "Herm? Why is your house painted red and gold?"

"What? Oh, that's because my parents love those colors. Kind of weird that they're the same colors as Gryffindor, though, don't you think?"

"Yes, it is weird. Oh, look, there's Sirius!" he said, pointing at the black dog on the sidewalk. The black dog started walking up to the house and Harry and Hermione followed. Once they got inside, the dog changed into Sirius Black.

"Hey, Sirius," said Harry, "Finally got here?"

"What're you talking about? I was making myself comfortable when you flew into the window. And I don't mean through, I mean into!" Immediately, Sirius and Hermione busted out into laughter as they remembered it from their different angles.

"How do you know that was me and not Hedwig?"

"Because-Hedwig-isn't stupid-enough to fly-into a window!" Sirius said between gales of laughter.

"Yeah, well if Hermione wouldn't make her windows look so clear--" started Harry, but was immediately interrupted by more fits of laughter.

"Hermione, would you please stop laughing and show me where we'll be staying?"

"Oh-all right. Sirius, you'll be outside in an old tree house of mine, and Harry, you'll be in the guest bedroom."

Sirius groaned. "Oh, why do I have to get the tree house? I'm older!"

"Yes, but you've also been on the run. My parents still think you're armed and dangerous! They've thought that for almost two years! Harry will bring food out to you daily, and it'll be easier for me to practice becoming an animagi if we aren't in the house."

"Oh, all right."

That night, in the guest bedroom, Harry had a VERY strange dream.

~~DREAM~~

He was floating in a bluish bubble with five other people, three men and two women. Each of them was dressed in different colors. The men were dressed in red, green, and gray robes accordingly. The women were dressed in blue and yellow accordingly. Each had a different animal on the back of their robes. The man in red had a golden lion with wings, the man in green had what looked a lot like a silver basilisk, and the man with gray had a multi-colored phoenix. The blue woman had a bronze eagle, and the other had a black badger.

"Hello, Harry," said the man in red, bowing before continuing, "I am Godric Gryffindor. I am one of your many ancestors. Your heirloom is very large, and we are some of the most important magical ones".

Then, each of the others stepped forward, introduced themselves, and either bowed or curtseyed. The lady in blue said, "Rowena Ravenclaw". The next was the man in green, who said, "Salazar Slytherin". Following was the gal in yellow, who said, "Helga Hufflepuff". And, last but not least, was the mysterious one in gray, who simply said, "Merlin".

Harry would have fainted after hearing those names, if he weren't already dreaming. "I'm sure you have many questions, and they will all be answered eventually. Your father was very extraordinary as well," Said Godric, "He descended from Rowena, Helga, and Slytherin, as well as myself. Your mother, on the other hand, descended from Merlin. Quite extraordinary that your aunt was not magical, especially when she was descended from Merlin, but back to the point. Since your are descended from us, you have control over Hogwarts, and its grounds, as well as Merlin's castle, which floats above all of Scotland."

"Yes, my castle does float above Scotland, but not all of Scotland," began Merlin, "It's not that large, but it is about four times as large of Hogwarts, and floats, mainly, above the Forbidden Forest. It's almost always surrounded by a cloud, or is invisible. Have you ever noticed that the Forbidden Forest never seems to have good weather?"

Now that Harry thought about it, there was almost always a mist surrounding it or a cloud above it, even on the clearest of days. But, apparently not waiting for a response, Merlin continued.

"You see, my boy, nothing is exactly as it seems. Now, back to the point. We need to teach you how to control my castle, Hogwarts, and their grounds, as well as show you some of the magical powers you have hidden. Voldemort was not the reason you could talk to snakes; it was your dad. Well, Salazar here, too, but that's beside the point."

"The point," interrupted Rowena, "is that Voldemort thought you were only heir to Godric, Helga, and myself. He did not realize your true power."

"Harry, you have many powers, and only a few of them have shown themselves. After we train you, you will be able to control elements, such as fog, mist, wind, earth, fire, exc., speak to almost all animals, fly without a broomstick, and more," said Godric.

Helga said, "Well, we must go now, but when you arrive at Hogwarts, meet us in Salazar's Pit of Snakes-"

"Where?" interrupted Harry.

"Oh, yes, you now call it the Chamber of Secrets," responded Salazar

"Oh, okay."

Helga continued, "Be careful who you give our information to, because if it falls into Voldemort's hands, he could easily get into it and destroy us all, we're not nearly as powerful as we were a thousand years ago. Take care, Harry."

~ End Dream ~

A/N: Sorry I had to cut you off there, but it seemed like a good place to cut off. That was only about 1500 words. Comments? Suggestions? R/R.