Hello.  I know I am currently working one something right now, but I can't stop this aching head of mine.  This stupid inspiration! Okay, this is the sequel to Harry Potter and the Heir of Ravenclaw.  Now everyone is saying that Harry is the Gryffindor Heir.  I am in doubt but I have now caved in.  This is the sixth year of Harry and lots of surprises are ahead starting………………now.

Chapter 1: Unexpected Birthday Present

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It's been a couple of months.  A couple of months.  Still, no sign of her.  She said she'd visit when I got back to Privet Drive.  Why hadn't she come? Why?

Harry was pacing around his room.  It was way past midnight and he couldn't sleep yet again.  He hesitated and thought for a moment.   He went over to his trunk and took out a piece of parchment and a quill.  He started writing. He did not know what to write and who to write to.  He just wrote down anything.  This seemed to make him sleepy, and so he stopped writing and went to sleep. 

Harry awoke the next day with something nipping his ears.  It was Hedwig. 

  "Ugh, wha'? Oh, good morning, Hedwig," said Harry.  He sat up on his bed and put on his glasses.  His room was filled with five owls.  He recognized Pig and Artemis but the others he did not.  He checked to see if the door was closed.  He knew pretty well how the Dursleys felt about magic.  He was on the verge of opening his presents when Aunt Petunia's shrill voice shouted from downstairs.

  "Boy! You better be up! Help me make some breakfast! NOW!" 

He knew that he better go.  He untied all of the letters and packages from the owls and let them take off through the window.  He got dressed and went downstairs.  Two voices conversing greeted him as he came.

  "Hello, Petunia.  Long time no see," said the first voice. It was familiar, strangely familiar. 

  "You! What are you doing here?!" demanded Petunia. 

  "Well, I would think you would know pretty well why I am here.  I am here to see-" She stepped aside revealing a tall, pretty woman with bronze-colored hair and bright hazel eyes.  She saw Harry standing there.  "Hello, Harry, I hope you did not forget who I am."   

  "Of course not, you're Briana Sullivan, my godmother," smiled Harry.  Petunia's face began very pale. 

  "You know who this is?" she stammered.  "Well, of course, you all stick together."

Just then, Vernon and Dudley Dursley came out from the kitchen. 

  "What's going on here? Petunia, who is this woman?" demanded Uncle Vernon. 

  "Briana Sullivan, sir.  I am here to see Harry Potter. I am his mother's best friend," she said calmly.  She was dressed in muggle clothing.  However, Vernon wouldn't have guessed it if she was a witch if she hadn't said it.  Vernon, too, became pale. 

  "Harry Potter? We don't know any Harry Potter here," said Vernon nervously.  Briana rolled her eyes.

  "You mean to tell me this boy is not Harry Potter? Rubbish, Mr.-er- Dursley, one cannot fool a person like me, considering what I do for a living," she winked at Harry, who smiled back.  "Now, let's see.  Today is his birthday, Harry Potter's birthday.  I, his godmother, want to take him somewhere very special.  If it is quite all right with you, I will take him with me for the day."

Vernon, who looked a cross between angry and scared, whispered, "Don't patronize me, Ms. Sullivan.  I don't need your kind's sympathy."

  "On the contrary, Mr. Dursley, I am doing no such thing.  So, if it is not a big hassle to you, I will be taking Harry with me.  I don't want to cause any trouble.  But I will be using my abilities if you are hostile," she said still with her calm voice. 

Vernon thought for a moment.  He and Petunia seemed to be having a silent conversation.  At last, he said, "Fine, take him.  I wouldn't be surprised if you want to take him home.  I don't really care."

Harry was celebrating inside his head as Briana tried to shake Vernon's hand.  Vernon refused and walked away dragging a very curious Dudley back to the kitchen.  Petunia gave one last look at Briana and followed her family in the kitchen.  Harry was soon left at the foot of the stairs with Briana still standing at the doorway.  She was looking at him, surveying him with her bright hazel eyes. 

  "Are you all right? So, do you want to come with me?" asked Briana. 

  "Of course," exclaimed Harry.  "Just give me five minutes." 

Five minutes later, they were riding in a car.  "So, where are we going, anyway?" asked Harry.  But Briana just smiled. 

  "Somewhere you having been to in a long time.  It's a special sixteenth birthday," she looked at him.  "I am truly sorry I haven't visited you.  I got caught up at work.  It is really difficult now.  As you know, the Dementors are on Voldemort's side.  I hate to admit that it has been really hard and stressful."

  "It's okay.  I mean it's your job."  He knew that his godmother was an auror, or a dark wizard catcher.  "How are Sirius and Remus?"

  "Oh, quite all right.  They haven't been in touch since they are doing some secret work.  I am worried but I know I shouldn't be.   They can take care of themselves," sighed Briana.  Harry looked at her.  She looked the same since the last time he had saw her.  Not a hint of shadow around her eyes and her face looked like it never aged.  She was still beautiful and bright.  The car suddenly stopped.  Briana looked out the window,  "Well, I guess we are here then.  Hold on."

She went out of the car, walked to the other side, and opened Harry's car door.  Harry went out and the first thing he saw was a beautiful, two-story house.  It had a large front lawn with a beautiful garden. 

  "Where-where are we?" asked Harry, looking around at the splendid lawn.  Then he noticed a sign next to the house.  It said "Godric's Hollow."

  "This, Harry, is Godric's Hollow," said Briana, noticing Harry's gaze at the sign.  "It was formerly called "Godric's Manor," but the, er, people who used to own it tore it down and renamed it."  She looked around.  "But what I don't get is how it is built again," she added more to herself than Harry. 

  "Professor-"

Briana looked at him, surprised.  "You don't have to call me professor right now, Harry.  Just call me, Annie."

  "Er, right, Annie? Is this where my mum and dad lived?"

  "Correction, Harry, this is where your family used to live.  Have a look around.  This is my birthday present for you."

Harry walked across the lawn, touching every single flower and smelling every single scent of them.  He hasn't been here ever since he was a baby.  Sixteen years have past and now he was here.  Back to his home.  The house wasn't quite large.  But everything about it was so thrilling and mysterious.  At the back of the house was a larger lawn than the front.  At the far back corner of the lawn, a small grotto was set.  Water was flowing through it.  It simply looked beautiful in the summer day. He walked along the lawn for what seemed like forever until Briana called him from the across the lawn. 

  "Want to get some lunch?" she called to him.  He jogged to her and they both walked to a nearby outdoor restaurant.  "So how do you like my birthday present? Do you like it?"

  "It's wonderful, Annie. Thank you.  But how did you know that the house was rebuilt?"

  "Well, I was quite surprised as you are.  I expected a burnt down house.  However, as you can see, everything was normal.  It is a bit odd," she added thoughtfully. 

They ate their lunch in silence.  Harry thought it would be better to leave Annie with her thoughts for now.  After all, he was thinking himself.  It seemed like a very wonderful day.  Or at least he thought. 

Briana preferred to walk around town for a few hours.  They stopped by this antique shop to look at some old racks on the window.  Harry felt a tap on his shoulder.  He turned around.  He saw an old, homeless woman sitting on the curb. 

  "You have a bright future ahead of you.  You are very powerful," she whispered to him pulling at the hem of his shirt.  Then all of a sudden she shouted, "Red light! Beautiful, radiant red light! Oh, look at it!  It's you!" She was pointing at Harry, who looked very scared.  Briana came behind Harry and asked,

  "What's-" She didn't get to finished her sentence because of the woman yelling,

  "Blue light! Beautiful blue light! It's so bright!" Everyone who was walking at the streets were now stopping and staring. 

  "Let's get out of here before she makes anymore scene," whispered Briana to Harry.  They left in kind of hurry.  Harry felt surprised at what the woman had said about him.  It was playing over and over his head as they headed back to Privet Drive and as he went to bed.  He even forgot to open his presents because of that.   

Meanwhile…..

Briana went back to the Hollow.  The memories were very vivid to her.  The house burnt to the ground.  The sounds of a motorcycle, the yelling of muggles, it all seemed so familiar.  Stop it.  This is not why you're here, she told herself.  She took a deep breath and walked towards the house.  She slowly turned the knob and opened the door.  Two voices greeted her. 

  "Oh, please, I don't need it…"

  "…If you don't take this…"

  "What will you do, honey?"

  "Not now-"

  "Hello?" called Briana.  "Is anybody home?"

A woman of her height and age came out of the kitchen.  She looked surprised and extremely happy to see Briana.

  "Oh, Annie, how wonderful it is to see you!" exclaimed the woman.  A man came out of the kitchen.  He was tall and skinny.  He smiled at her and said,

  "Annie, what are you doing here?"

  "Well, I was going to ask you the same thing," said Briana to the two of them.  "Why are you here exactly?"

  "That's what we don't know.  We just came this way.  As if we existed again."

  "It's like rebirth."

  "Well, it's pretty clear of why you are here.  And that is the Heir of Godric Gryffindor."

Is that a cliffhanger? Oh, well, not your typical heir story because it is very…er…different. Heh, well, standard drill, read and review! ~villageidiot333~