[Well sorry about the late update but I was writing the earlier chapters without a story line and I wanted to have one before I continued. I have that done know so I will continue with the story.]

Chapter 7: Revelations

Dumbledore studied Harry, looking at the young boy. He held such burdens on his shoulders, ones no boy should have to bear. It was time to tell him, the boy was right. "Before I say anything I must tell you that I have kept this knowledge inside me for many years now, wanting to tell someone, mainly you. I think that now is the best time to let you know Harry . . . I'm going to tell you everything."

Harry just continued to look into his Professors eyes, sweat running down his face, causing his hair to matt against his face. It was long an unruly once again, not having been cut for several months. His muscles ached from where the magic had flowed through his body, exhausted, Harry could do little but try and rest. Waiting for the Professor to continue.

Dumbledore took in a deep breath and began "The Potter family is very old and at one time was very influential. Spanning back past the time of the founders, Godric Gryffindors daughter married a Potter, you Harry are a direct descendent of her. Unfortunately, over the ages the Potters incurred some bad luck. Many died from various diseases, which could not be healed by the medicine and magic of the time. You are the last remaining Potter Harry, the last heir of Gryffindor. Voldemort wanted to destroy all potential opposition, the heir to Gryffindor was an obvious one. He tried several times to sway your father to his side, but failed. Eventually he decided that it would be best to get you and your father out of the way. Lily, being muggleborn posed no threat to him, and that's the mistake that cost him everything. You see when your mother sacrificed herself to try and save you she was able to summon an ancient charm. One that would sacrifice the castors life and place a protection within a person of there choice. Lily hoped that the protection would be enough to save you, it was. That's what you carry inside yourself Harry, your mothers protection, your mothers love. The wishsong is the very embodiment of your mother and it works to help you whenever the need arises. Out there, on the Quidditch pitch you were somehow able to tap into this magic, gaining some control over it, and a substantial increase in your control over your magical abilities. The magic your mother gave you is called the wishsong, for it serves only those of pure heart, helping them in times of great need. You can't just call upon the magic Harry there must be need for it in order for it to surface. The Wishsong also has a mind of its own, it may act against your will Harry, therefore you must use it only when u have no other choice. I have been hiding the ancient and powerful magic deep inside you for many years now Harry, it feels good to get it off my chest."

A single tear rolled down Harry's face, his parents love had saved his life, and that was reason enough to continue the struggle. Harry's mind drifted away from the memory of his parents and onto the discovery of his sibling. It all didn't seem right, the photo album had pictures of only himself with his parents. Nobody had told him that he had a sister earlier, and even if she had been killed by Voldemort why would they keep that a secret from him and reveal that his parents had perished that way also. It all didn't seem right, why would the deatheaters attack a school in the U.S. and the very same school his supposed sibling had been attending.

"There is one more thing I must add Harry, and by the look on your face it seems that it is also on your mind" Dumbledore's voice brought Harry back out of his thoughts. "Do you know what a memory charm is Harry?"

Harry just gave Dumbledore a soft chuckle "Of course I do, remember the Chamber of Secrets?"

"We'll Harry do you know the secret to breaking a memory charm?" Harry shook is head in reply the look on Dumbledores face wiped the smile off his face "It is simply knowing that one has been placed on you, and also knowing when it was placed." Harry gave the Professor a curious glance, not knowing where this was leading.

"I have reason to believe that this attack was a setup to get me or you here for an ambush. Unfortunately I discovered this distortion in my memory during my stay in Salems North Tower. I was able to use some simple revealing spells on your supposed sister and discovered a brown haired girl that bore no resemblance to you or your family. You mus remember that as a Sorcerer I have abilities such as these. But anyways, after making this discovery I was able to break the memory charm, you have no sister Harry, it was a trap set by Voldemort to eliminate us."

This confirmed many of Harry's suspicions, but one thing remained. Why had the Wishsong searched for her during the comma, it didn't make sense. After a few seconds Harry figured it out. The Wishsong was not looking for his sibling, he was looking for the imposter in order to warn Harry. Harry's own interpretation of this had lead him to believe other wise. He thought it was searching for a lost family member, a childhood dream that had been lingering in his memories. How could he be so stupid as to misinterpret the signs. Harry shook his head in disgust. He would have to keep a close eye on his magic, because this confirmed that it had a will of its own and Harry would have to control it the best he could.

"What are we gonna do now Professor?" Harry asked, not know what to do with all the new found information.

Dumbledore gave Harry a chuckle "Not much we can do at the moment Harry, why don't we make our way back to Hogwarts, you have much catching up to do."

Harry let out a groan, and forced himself onto his feet. Looking around he searched for the Dragon. "Where did wishsong go?" He had completely forgotten about him.

"As I stated earlier Harry, the wishsong comes and goes at it pleases, you cannot control it."

"No not that, the dragon I was with, his name is also Wishsong" Harry remarked, a little annoyed at his Professors response.

"Very peculiar" came the Professors response "I seem to remember parts of a prophecy I once learned of, it was very sketchy and written in a very old form of Latin. It described the day that man would once again bare the magic of the dragon, one that burns inside of them. That person would be the protector of all the dragons, at a time where they would be almost extinct. It is clear to me now that it is you Harry who must protect the oldest creatures to walk this planet. During your comma there were many attacks on dragons, it is clear that Voldemort is doing all he can to get rid of them once again."

"How many are left Professor?"

"Just a few scattered handfuls, the attacks came without any warning. Even my spies in Voldemorts inner circle did not know of the plan until it was too late. The 6 dragons at our school are still safe, a few dozen Hungarian Horntail's remain at there breeding grounds in Hungary, heavily guarded I assure you. The various dragons in Gringnotts are still where they should be. But apart from that the rest have been wiped out."

"How is it possible?" Harry asked "I thought it took a dozen wizards just to stun them, how could so many be killed in such a short time?"

"Another very good question Harry. I know that you have faced Voldemort many times in the past, and lived to tell the tale. But you must understand Harry that Voldemort is no ordinary wizard, he is a sorcerer, one more powerful then I. He has access to dark magic beyond our most wildest dreams, and has only scratched its surface. The dragons were found dead, as if there life had been ripped from them, much like the killing curse. We also detected large amounts of residual dark magic. I believe that Voldemort has found a curse more powerful then the killing curse. One that cannot be blocked or redirected."

Harry was stunned, now even the wishsong couldn't completely protect him from Voldemort. The dragons were also useless now, if it was that easy to kill them now, what protection could they provide for Hogwarts.

"How do we fight it Professor?" Dumbledore must know the answer Harry thought, trying his hardest not to lose faith.

Dumbledore paused a moment, "a curse of this magnitude will have to draw enormous quantities of energy from the castor, Voldemort will only be able to cast the spell once a day. Therefore we are all relatively still not at that great a risk." Dumbledore took another deep breath, "we should be getting back to school now Harry."

"Your right Professor, I have a lot of catching up to do" Harry sighed, "But how should we return, and how will Wishsong return?"

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The journey back to Hogwarts had been uneventful. Riding on Wishsongs back, Harry had plenty of time to think over his situation. Voldemort was doing everything in his power to get rid of any opposition. His supporters were numerous, clearly evident by the number present earlier for the trap. This also showed that his influence was spread well beyond the borders of Britain. Even if Voldemort was defeated, the Death Eaters would probably still remain.

Professor Dumbledore remained at Salem's in order to help finish up the investigation being conducted by the arurors.

Wishsong dropped Harry off right at the entrance of Hogwarts and set off towards the rest of the dragons. Neither of them had spoken the whole trip, Harry enjoyed the time to himself, even though most of his thoughts lingered on the Deatheaters. His thoughts once again were consumed by the Deatheaters, how many more would have to die? He asked himself. His parents, Neville's parents, Cedric....Cedric. The one memory he had tried to extinghuish. Cedric had died for no reason, he was at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong person. It was as if the target on his back shifted onto Cedrics that night, the fate that meant to be his was placed upon an innocent person. How many more would die, could die because of him. Not many people were close to him, but those who were stupid enough to get close were in grave danger. Ron, Hermione, the Weasley's, all potential targets.

Harry's heart clenched, why couldn't he have a normal life, why did he survive that night 15 years ago, only to live like this. Suicide was constantly on Harry's mind since Cedrics death, and it took all of Harry's will power to stay alive. The workouts, trips to Diagon Alley, and constant studying were all distractions. They kept him sane, kept him from crossing the line, taking his own life.

He was 15 now and had never experienced a proper/normal childhood. First it was life with the Dursleys, practically their servent, now it's his life in the wizarding world, "the boy who lived" Harry scoffed. He was worshiped because he managed to get rid of Voldemort, no one cared for what price he had to pay, how he never wanted it to happen. No one knew him, all they cared about was that Voldemort was gone, and even know they refused to listen to his story, bawking at him, calling him an attention seeker, making fun of the "fits" he had in class "pretending" that his scar hurt. They were ignorant of his pain, of what he was going through, constantly looking over his shoulder as if Voldemort would be there, ready, pointing his wand at him. They didn't care at all.

Anger like nothing before rose through Harry's body, It all ended there, that moment, he decided that from now on, he would live for himself, and for those who loved him. He would protect himself and those who cared for him. Hiding was doing nothing for him, it was time to face his problems, even if it meant facing his own death.

"Harry"

Harry was broken out of his thoughts by a nudgeing at his shoulder. Professor McGonnagell was there trying to pull him inside.

"Sorry Professor, I was lost in my thoughts" Harry whispered, unable to find his voice.

"How long have you been out here? Lunch is already being served in the Great Hall. The Headmaster wants you to eat, seeing as how you've had nothing proper to eat for months."

"Ill be there in a few minutes Proffessor, I just need to change out of my pajamas" Harry blushed, Professor McGonnagall nodded, trying to suppress a laugh.

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Harry made his way to the Great Hall a few minutes later, having had a shower and changing out of his pajamas. Whispers and gasps filled the Great Hall as he directed himself towards the Gryffindor table. There was a spot between Ron and Hermione open and Harry wondered if they knew that he was out of the Hospital Wing. He had noticed that most of the definition in his body was now gone. He had also lost a lot of weight in the process.

Ron greeted him with a pat on the back while Hermione gave him a tight hug.

"We missed ya mate" came his best friends enthusiastic greeting. Hermione on the other hand was wiping away tears "we were so scared" she whispered, trying to get a hold of herself. His fellow Gryffindors were sending there welcomes and regards as Harry scanned the tables. His eyes locked with Lavenders, she also had tears in her eyes but she blushed when Harry looked at her. I've been such a prat to her Harry thought, don't know what I was thinking when I broke up with her.

He was just about to say something when his thoughts were once again interrupted.

"We heard about your little escapade last night in todays Daily Prophet" Ron chided, as he passed the paper over to Harry.

"When did you come out of your comma Harry?" Hermione asked, shooting Ron a glare.

"Last Night" Harry replied, mulling over the story. Luckily nothing was written about his newly acquired ability, Harry wanted to have a few tricks up his sleeve for the next meeting with Voldemort.

Hermione gave him a disapproving glare "Harry you could have been seriously injured, what were you thinking."

Lets see, I was trying to find someone who I thought was my sister so I flew half way around the world on a dragon to rescue her from Deatheaters, only to find out it was an elaborate plan, set up by Voldemort to get rid of him Harry thought. "I don't know, but I have learned my lesson."

Harry dug into his food, avoiding the 'I don't believe you' look Hermione was giving him.

The next couple days were a blur, Harry spent most of the weekend catching up on missed essays and avoiding everyone else. People were harping him constantly about what had happened at Salems, something he didn't want to discuss and decided to place himself under house arrest inside his dorm. He learned form Dumbledore that his wand was destroyed in the fire, along with the Quidditch Pitch. The only thing left was Harry, unconscious in a pile of ash. This meant that the by Salazar Slytherin was also lost. Many powerful spells that Harry wanted to learn were now out of his reach. It was a small price to pay, knowing that the knowledge was also lost to Voldemort.

[Author Note] hehe I know that was a long time but had to get some stuff out of the way. Anyways thanks for the reviews.