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Chapter 14: Lineage

Harry stared, watching the creature ahead of him. He was back in the graveyard where Voldemort had murdered Cedric. The figure turned, and suddenly Harry saw a terrible face.

"Lord Voldemort," growled Harry.

"Yes," laughed Voldemort. "That's who I am."

His face was more terrible than ever, his eyes burning with cruel, bloody red, his skin as white as a skull. Harry grabbed his wand, so angry that red sparks were gleaming at the end of it.

"You killed my father!" yelled Harry.

Voldemort let out another high, cruel, laugh, and lowered his hood. Below his hood was matted, black hair that stuck out in all directions.

"No, Harry. I am your father!" laughed Voldemort.

Harry awoke, screaming. He shook his head, breathing heavily. Neville rolled over in his sleep, and Ron blearily opened his eyes. They were used to Harry waking up screaming, it had been a recurring event for five years.

"Shut up," said Ron sleepily, before promptly losing consciousness.

Harry glanced at his clock. It was four o'clock in the morning, and Harry was looking forward to yet another Saturday of hard Quidditch practice. By the end of the second practice, Harry found himself wishing Wood was back, training them. Madam Hooch had them outside daily in all weather. Harry swore that if he had to catch the snitch one more time he would break down. Even Harry's Firebolt seemed to be dreading flying again. It had taken to hiding before each match in various different broom closets and only coming out after a disgruntled, muddy Harry who had ridden a school broom in practice threatened it with the extraction of its twigs, one by one.

Harry lay in bed for another half hour and then, realizing he probably wasn't going to get back to sleep, walked out and looked down at Hermione, Umiko, Pravati and Lavender who were sleeping in the common room having been forced out by Amber. Sighing, he decided to get to work on a difficult essay for Professor McGonagall on the conjuration of multicolored wildflowers.

The weather that day was terrible. A volcano of water had erupted upside-down above them, spitting freezing rain and hail down onto the Quidditch pitch. As soon as Harry got up into the sky on a school Silver Arrow (his Firebolt had sneaked away while Harry was changing into his Quidditch robes), and could see nothing. There was absolutely no hope of seeing the snitch in this weather. Rain and hail poured down on the late November day, drenching everything in its path with a terrible fury. After an hour of useless practice, Madam Hooch decided to call it a day and they thankfully invaded the showers.

Harry and Ron lagged behind the rest, commiserating about the lousy practice.

"That wasn't training, that was attempted murder!" Ron said angrily.

"Tell me about it," Harry said. "Hey, there you are!"

Harry's Firebolt had flown up, hovering apologetically.

"You should chain it down," said Ron.

"Yeah," said Harry.

Just then, they heard voices coming from a nearby room. Looking over, Harry noticed that it was the staff room. One voice sounded distinctly like Dumbledore, only much weaker, almost dead. Listening more closely, Harry could hear professors Snape, McGonagall and Artemis in there with him.

"You reckon we should listen?" Ron asked, a mischievous grin on his face.

Harry nodded and grinned back. They crouched and pushed their ears to the door.

"Well, do you think she knows?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"I would bet my life on it," said Snape acidly. "Remember the way she acted after that incident up in the tower?"

"The...other..." Dumbledore moaned pitifully.

"She was lost," croaked Professor Artemis.

"What are they talking about?" whispered Ron.

"I have no idea," answered Harry. "But 'that incident in the tower'...? Might they be referring to Amber?"

"What I don't understand," said Snape, "is why our dear Headmaster couldn't control himself seventeen years ago."

"The best of us can make mistakes," Professor McGonagall snapped back.

"With a muggle woman in a bar, no less?" Snape shot back.

"Our place is not to judge," Artemis croaked calmly. "We are here to fix the problems."

"Replay...the...prophecy..." Dumbledore wheezed.

There was a sound of rustling within and then Harry and Ron heard the sharp, rasping voice of a seer speaking a prophecy.

"IF THE GREATEST MASTER OF WIZARDRY PRODUCES A CHILD, TWO WILL BE BORN. ONE WILL RISE TO SAVE HIS LIFE THE OTHER COULD BE HIS MURDERER."

"I...tried," Dumbledore moaned. "I...I...didn't want...to have...a...a child. I...never...married..."

"But apparently that didn't work," sneered Snape. "Because the 'greatest master of wizardry' went slumming seventeen years ago. And now the only one the Dark Lord ever feared will be dead because of it."

"Which one do you think Amber is?" asked Professor Artemis, ignoring Snape's snide comments.

"Well, she certainly doesn't seem too loyal to Dumbledore."

"Do you think she'd kill him though?"

"Possibly. She might be the one sapping your strength right now."

"No..." whispered Dumbledore in an ethereal voice. "It is...Voldemort...for now."

"Do you think she's an agent of him? Shall we remove Amber from the school?"

Harry heard Dumbledore give a feeble cough, and then breathe slowly, heavily out.

"He's slipped back," said McGonagall.

"Tell me exactly what's going on," instructed Artemis.

"Seventeen years ago," began Professor McGonagall. "Professor Dumbledore had indulged a bit too much on some of the Three Broomsticks' good fire whiskey. He was later required at a hearing in London at the ministry, so apperated. Unfortunately, he sort of missed the ministry and went into a nearby muggle bar. He used a charm on himself to make him look a bit younger and more attractive and, well, had his way, as it were, with a young muggle woman. He awoke the next morning with a pounding headache and no memory of the incident. However, the muggle woman had become pregnant, with fraternal twins. She later gave birth to two girls, but was unable to care for them, so put them up for adoption. Both were adopted, one by a wizard named Gabriel Ramore-"

"The same Gabriel Ramore that...?" asked Snape.

"Yes," said McGonagall.

Ron and Harry looked t each other quizzically.

"We lost track of her and Ramore. The other one was adopted by a muggle family that lived in Salem, Massachusetts, the largest wizarding community in America. It was lucky that this one was raised among all these witches and wizards because when they discovered that she had a talent for magic, she was openly accepted into the arms of the community. She passed her OWLs magnificently, and has transferred this year to Hogwarts to complete her NEWTs."

"Amber?"

"Yes."

There was a slight pause.

"Who was the seer again? Not Sybil?" asked Artemis.

"No, it was actually none other than Lily Potter... or Evans at the time. It was during her fourth year at this school. Our dear Professor Flitwick heard it."

Both Ron and Harry's mouths fell open. There was silence both inside and outside the room.

"Right," said Artemis pensively. Then, suddenly, he said, "Well, we had better get Dumbledore back to St. Mungo's. This trip must have been very difficult for him. As for me, my arm is falling off, so if you'll give me a moment, I need to get Madam Pomphrey to sew it back up."

"So," said Harry to Hermione, pacing back and forth minutes later in the Gryffindor common room. "Amber is destined to kill Dumbledore and her twin sister is destined to save his life!"

"And Professor Artemis is a zombie!" added Ron.

There was a short period of silence. Hermione looked contemplative. Then she seemed to come to a decision.

"Who is this Gabriel Ramore?" Hermione asked slowly.

"Well, we have no idea," said Harry.

"Could he be like Nicholas Flamell, an old friend of Dumbledore's?"

"Well, maybe," said Hermione. "We should look him up in the library."

Hermione rushed down to the library, followed reluctantly by Harry and Ron.

"Right," she said as they got inside, "we should split up. Harry, check out the-"

"Hermione, there's a quicker way of doing this," said Ron suddenly.

Surprised, both Harry and Hermione stared at Ron, who was going slightly red around his ears. Ron had never been especially clever in the area of spell casting, and this was very unexpected.

"How?" asked Harry, as Hermione goggled.

"CONJURIUS FINDER FAIRY!"

Ron waved his wand spectacularly. For a moment there was nothing, then a blast of all the colors of the rainbow issued forth from his wand. A small, pulsating something that looked almost like a round white light with wings shot forth from his wand. As it moved, a rainbow of all the colors trailed it, shining multicolored light on the dusty shelves in an entirely unreal way.

"How...that's not even in NEWTs..." Hermione stammered, looking at Ron with newfound appreciation.

Ron blushed furiously and pointed his wand again at the finder fairy which flew to rapt attention in a fresh wave of rainbow.

"Find Gabriel Ramore!"

The finder fairy nodded assent and was off in a line of prismatic colors. Harry, Ron and Hermione ran after it, following as it flew around the heads of working students who stared up in wonderment and poked at various books. Eventually, it stopped near a large volume that was entitled "ENCYCLOPEDIA MAGICKA 'A'" and gave a squeak. Then it flew into the encyclopedia, which glowed for a moment with unearthly light and then returned to its previous state.

"How'd you learn that?" asked Hermione. "Professor McGonagall is just starting on conjuring plants! Even I can't do spells like that!"

"Just a trick...I don't know..." Ron, if possible went even redder.

"Well, no matter," said Hermione, regaining her businesslike manner. "Let's start looking."

They pawed through the encyclopedia for a few hours, looking in the index and under numerous entries, and Harry looked up Ramore in Encyclopedia 'R' but his name was nowhere to be found. Ron was nearly at the point of crying when they abandoned their furtive search, believing that his fairy had led them wrong.

"Don't worry, Ron, I'm sure he's in here somewhere," said Hermione.

"What entries haven't we looked at? A list of common aardvark foods? A selection of the highest quality Aether Reduction Potion ingredients? A compendium of Alley Cat Warding Plant fertilizers? A list of all the prisoners of Azkaban? Where?"

"Look, he may not be that important. What we really need is a way to stop Amber! She's already kicked all us girls out of the room, when will she stop? We need to find a way to get her expelled!"

"If she used the Crucaius curse on you," said Ron knowledgeably," and got away with it, I don't think they're going to expel her for much else."

"I'm going to go ask Professor Flitwick about my mum," said Harry. "Maybe he'd know more."

They split up, Hermione and a dejected Ron going back to Gryffindor tower, and Harry heading off towards the third floor to speak with Professor Flitwick in his office. When Harry walked in, he saw Professor Flitwick practicing making a stapler and a quill use Kung Fu. He looked up when Harry walked in, the quill knocking the stapler down with a roundabout kick that sprayed ink all over the desk.

"Sir...I...I have a question."

"Certainly," squeaked Flitwick, beaming. "Have a seat! Can I get you a cup of tea? I have Earl Off-white, Late Afternoon Thunder and Jazz Min."

"Err...No thanks."

"Well, do you want to know about that essay I assigned you on defogging charms?"

"No, I wanted to ask about my mum."

"Ah, I knew you'd find out some time. Come, do take a seat. If you don't want any tea, I'm going to have some."

"Fine, I'll try some Late Afternoon Thunder."

Professor Flitwick shook his wand at a kettle that was laying on his desk. The kettle immediately started to whistle and smoke, and Professor Flitwick poured two glasses of hot water before dropping in the teabags. He handed Harry the cup, which felt soothingly warm to Harry.

"Well," said Flitwick, taking a long draught of his own tea. "What did you want to know?"

"Was she a seer?" Harry asked immediately.

"You mean in the same way that Professor Trelawnery is?"

"No, like a real seer."
"Haven't you heard enough of Trelawnery's prophecies to know that she is a real seer?"

"Yes, yes! But I mean, could my mum make prophecies?"

"Sort of. There's more to it than that. You see, it wasn't her that was a seer. Her sister, who was a Squib otherwise, had one talent in magic, and that was telling prophecies."

"But my mum told you about Dumbledore's children and-"

"All in good time, young Harry. You see, your aunt, angry that her sister had inherited magical powers while she hadn't turned away from the magical world. But, inside her there were many prophecies she wanted to get out. As she grew older, the prophecies became more and more restless, but she refused to let them out."

"So how did my mum end up learning them?"

"Well, eventually the prophecies got fed up and moved out. They traveled all around the world looking for homes. However, they could only go to a relative of Petunia's."

"Hence my mum..."

"Got two of Petunia's prophecies, or at least was able to give two before she was murdered. The others escaped to other family members and were of little consequence. Only these two prophecies, and one of the ones who stayed behind are marked by the Ministry of Magic Department of Mysteries as even worth a recording. One of those prophecies, the one in your aunt, still hasn't been told, however, she knows it."

So that was why she had wanted the Drakhen so much this summer, thought Harry. She knows something about it that she still hasn't told.

"You mentioned that my mum told two of her prophecies. One of them was the one about Dumbledore's children. What was the other one?"

"Ah, that one I did not hear. The only person who heard that was your father, Harry."

"But what about the Ministry of Magic? Don't they have a record?"

"Well, at the end of last year, you and your friends had a slight tussle in that part of the Department of Mysteries, and the prophecy was lost before anyone heard it."

"Not even the Unspeakables heard it?"

"Harry, the only way to hear a recorded prophecy is to break its case."

"Then how do the Unspeakables study them?"

"That, Harry, I cannot answer. No one outside of the Ministry knows that."

"Right," said Harry finally, putting down his empty teacup which flew over to the sink at the back of the room and began to wash itself. "Thank...Thank you."

"Certainly. If you need something else, feel free to ask. But, just a small question, where'd you learn about Lily's prophecy?"

"I...I just overheard..."

"Harry, I believe it's for the best that you discovered the truth, but I am not Dumbledore and I cannot decide your fate. Do not tell Miss Thompson, whatever the case."

"I wasn't planning to," said Harry, grinning, as he walked out.

The first thing Harry did do, though was to write a letter Lupin about what he overheard. Hedwig was more than eager to finally get out of the Owlery, as Pigwidgeon had organized a small group of owls to rebel against the current hierarchy of owls, leading to almost constant fights. Then, Harry went to ask the next person he knew. He ran upstairs, grabbed the mirror Sirius had given him and called upon the Forgotten. Benny answered, his face quite hairy as it was nearly the full moon. He told Benny all about what he had heard and learned. An odd expression crossed Benny's face as Harry finished up. He didn't say anything.

"Do you know anything?"

"No...not really...except, you said you looked in the encyclopedia under 'A'?"

"Right..." said Harry, wondering what he was getting at.

"Well, I don't think you looked hard enough. Gabriel Ramore is a current prisoner of Azkaban."

"How do you know that?"

"Because..." said Benny slowly, "he was the mentor."

Harry stared into the mirror, his jaw sagging slightly. But there was more.

"Dumbledore's other daughter," began Benny hesitantly, "is Annette."