Back again! This section just flowed from me, so don't expect another chapter too quickly. This is where some of the BIG things come out, so I hope you enjoy it. Some of you may be shocked, some may think it was predictable? Please tell me! Enjoy!

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"Yes," said Hank. "Best that we get him back here and cleaned up before anyone that we don't want to, sees him." Hopping off the bed, Hank scooped up Harry's wand and pocketed it. "See you all in a minute," he waved, then Orbed from the castle.

"I hope he comes back with him this time?" said Hermione, wringing her hands nervously.

Ron moved over to her and slung an arm over her shoulders. "'Course he will, Hermione," he assured gently, moving them both to sit on the closest bed. "He knows right where to find Harry this time, and even if he misses him by some chance, he knows he's heading to the Burrow. He won't miss him."

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Harry ducked behind a patch of shrubbery, as he leapt from the edge of the road, avoiding the headlights of the oncoming car. Is travelling had been slowed a little due to the stealth required, but at least he knew that he could get to the Weasley's reasonably soon.

He actually dreaded Mrs Weasley's reaction to the state of his robes, and the dried blood that would be on his skin to match them. He knew she'd panic as soon as she lay eyes on him.

The car passed, leaving the stretch of road he was following clear of traffic for the time being. Harry darted out from the bushes again and resumed his fast pace on the bitumen. He was so focussed on his travels, keeping a sharp eye out for the lights of cars, that he didn't even notice the two smaller four-legged creatures that were running just behind him, until he felt something large and heavy collide with his side, unbalancing him enough to send him face first into the tarmac at top speed; skidding yards down the road before coming to a stop.

Harry growled in pain, feeling the flesh of his shoulder in ribbons. He got to his feet as quickly as he could, but stilled at the sound of a deep and throaty growl, right behind him. Harry turned, ignoring the spasm that shot through his shoulder, and came muzzle to muzzle with a very familiar, hulking black wolf.

Feeling his heart flutter, Harry backed away, only to hear another growl from behind him again. Not liking the idea of taking his eyes from Wolfgang, Harry flashed a look over his shoulder, seeing the female fox, Vixsy. 'Oohh, not good…' thought Harry, returning his gaze forward, now faced with the more imposing form of the Kanite, his silver gauntlets shining in the moonlight.

"You've been a bad boy, little one," Wolfgang said silkily, the resonance of his voice touching Harry's chest. "How you got out of there and so far, far away is quite beyond me. You were, after all, all but dead not one hour ago. And yet, here you are? Up and about, with only a few scratches on you?"

Harry watched evenly, as the Kanite circled him while he spoke, his massive hands clasped behind his back. He looked at the Fox, seeing that she hadn't moved, before glaring up at Wolfgang and transforming with a small 'pop'.

"You can't hurt me here, Piedro," Harry exclaimed forcefully, hating how he barely came to the Kanite's chest. "Voldemort will feel it too, and he wouldn't be very happy with you…"

Wolfgang grinned, showing off his maw of razor sharp teeth, his yellow eyes flaring in brightness. "Not to worry, Mr Potter," he answered calmly. "He would live with it. But, he won't have to feel it either. Just like last time…"

Harry eyed him warily, starting to back away when he saw the black wolf raise his arms, a black light shimmering around his hands and feet. A sudden force grasped his shoulders, and Harry remembered Vixsy. She had obviously transformed to hold him, while her brother was distracted.

Harry watched in awe, as the blackness floated around lazily, every now and then a deep green flowing inside it. The tendrils at his feet stretched upward, towards the light at the Kanite's hands. The green was becoming more prominent, mixing with the black, sometimes shooting around him in little arches of lightning. The feeling of concentrated magic and power was growing, and Harry could feel it's pull.

Suddenly, the magic exploded outwards, washing over him and the Vixen, making his skin tingle and burn at the same time. Blinking, Harry looked around, seeing the ground all around them for at least one hundred yards, giving off the strange blackness, then dissipating as though it was never there.

He looked at Wolfgang as he lowered his arms and took a deep breath, exhaling it, then opening his eyes, letting them bore into his. Harry felt himself shiver at the gaze, but soon he realized that the Kanite had nothing to do with that shiver. Seeing the Wolf's eyes widen, Harry looked down at himself, and saw that the wound on his chest had now completely healed, and the mess on his shoulder was now knitting itself together.

"What the…?" he muttered, right as Wolfgang walked up to him, eyeing the closing wound with interest.

"So…" he mumbled, so quietly it came out as a throaty rumble. "That's how you did it … I didn't think of that little side effect…"

Harry glared at him, puzzled. "What side effect? Did what? What are you on about?"

Wolfgang chuckled mirthlessly, glancing at Vixsy before shaking his head at him. "You really have no idea, do you?" He actually threw his head back and laughed deeply, the sound chilling Harry to the bone. "He still hasn't told you? My, my … even after our little escapade in the Glade a couple of nights ago, he hasn't told you. The fool…"

Harry was starting to ignore his apprehension, and focused instead on his growing frustration. "What are you talking about?!" he shouted, pulling against the powerful grip in his shoulders. "Who hasn't told me what?!"

Wolfgang swivelled to face him, staring at him emotionlessly. "Why, my Old Friend, of course. Kahn. The Bond you share with my Clan Brother was what was holding you back. Now, with my blocking it … you can truly shine through. The Feline decided to keep you ignorant, hoping to keep you safe. He should know better, really. You'd think he would have learnt after I slaughtered his mistress and offspring." Harry gaped in horror, but Wolfgang merely grinned. "Oh, his mistress knew enough. Dear Gwenneth was anything but stupid and knew her Lineage. But the child … little Emily? She was kept ignorant, and didn't know why, when we came for them, while her daddy was out, looking for yours truly. Oh, how she screamed for her mummy…"

Harry swallowed the bile he could taste at the back of his throat, trying not to think of just what Wolfgang was telling him. How could anyone be so heartless?

"What has this got to do with me?" said Harry, trying to hold onto his composure.

Wolfgang leered at him, almost hungrily, making Harry instinctively cringe. "So much more than you realize, Gryffindor," he whispered, letting his finger tilt Harry's head upwards. "You're getting angry at me," he smiled. "Wonderful. With the barrier up, I can feel you hovering, just below the surface, Gryffindor. Lets see if I can get you to come out, hmm? Provide me with a true challenge…"

Harry grit his teeth, seething at the Kanite. "Kahn will come and kick your butt!" he hissed, fed up with the riddles and half truths he was being told. "And if not him, then Hank will find me – what's so funny??!!" For Wolfgang had once again broke out into his chilling, maniacal laughter.

"You're so gullible, Mr Potter," Wolfgang chuckled, shaking his head. "If Kahn won't come then Hank O'Fallen will? Oh, that's rich." He laughed again, before rounding on Harry, his smile all but vanishing into a scowl. "Hank O'Fallen is Kahn, Potter! He lied to you, he manipulated you, and all under your nose! Are you completely dense as to not realize that?"

Harry stared up at the yellow eyes, shaking his head. "No," he ground out between his teeth. "He wouldn't lie to me – "

"Just like he didn't lie to you about being a Felanade in the first place, hmm?"

Harry fell silent, feeling his face flush with rage and disbelief. Hank wouldn't do that…?

"There's more, Potter," said Wolfgang, leaning down and whispering in his ear. "Do you know about your family? Who your father was? Who your grandfather was?"

"Shut up!" Harry snarled, now struggling to get free of Vixsy's grasp, feeling his anger swell.

"Who your grandfather's sister was?" the Kanite continued maliciously. "I can tell you. Gwenneth Gryffindor was bonded to Hank O'Fallen over one hundred years ago. Her brother, was a Felanade, just like her. Her brother, was Orion Gryffindor, grandson of Godric. Orion went by the name of Jamison Potter, in his human guise. He had a son: James Potter, by a human woman, but James's powers hadn't awakened by his coming of age, so they were locked within him, still giving him the powers of immortality, as he was the youngest of the Gryffindor line … but that was until he had you… Harry…"

Harry was struggling to breath, his chest was tightening, his mind swimming. None of this could be true! It just couldn't be! Hank wouldn't lie to him like that!

"As your father was no longer the youngest in the line, the immortality left him, being passed to you. You are a Felanade in the Gryffindor Bloodline. You cannot be killed unless it is by the youngest living Kanite of the Slytherin Line. True, there are four of us left … but three must die in order for the last two to fight it out. Slytherin against Gryffindor, and the victor gains all the power of the other. You, Potter, wield all of the power of the entire Gryffindor bloodline within you … all it need is to be unleashed…"

Harry was trembling, straining against the grip on him, feeling it start to strain to hold him. He felt something in his mind snap, and a door swinging open, releasing what had been held in check for so long……

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Vixsy felt a sudden increase in strength within the boy she was grappling, having to put much more effort into holding him in place.

"You shouldn't have told him, Marv!" she half shouted, not caring what name she called him. "How do you expect to fight him while he's completely pissed at you??!!"

"Marv?" Harry growled, not noticing that his voice really had grown a growling quality. "Is that your name? Marv? How pathetic!"

Wolfgang drew himself up fully, glaring down at Harry and assuming a ready posture, waiting for him to pounce. "Actually, that's my sister's nickname for me. Only two beings, other than myself, know my true name. One, is dear Vixsy there … the other is my Old Friend, Kahn Tirahga. I shall be glad to add another to that very small list." He grinned and winked, just as Harry suddenly sprouted four inches in height. "I humbly present you with, Marvolo Slytherin … Son of Salazar…"

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Hank felt the pull of a huge amount of Energy being used and converted as soon as he came out of his Orb. He turned towards it, stretching out his senses, and felt both realization and horror sweep through him when he found the area already blocked of all probing. He took off at a dead sprint, seeing a sparkle of light ahead of him. He knew the instant he passed the boundary of the circle, for everything that he was being prevented sensing, rushed through his mind, making him stumble as he realized the true gravity of the situation.

He transformed as he sprinted towards the group of three, knowing he would possibly need to fight for his life. Harry was Awakening … but it was too soon. The Bond between him and Voldemort remained. The consequences would be extreme if Wolfgang were to release his barrier after Harry had completed his first change. He knew that the Bond had been hindering Harry's chances for development as a Feline, but if the connection was re-established while he was transformed, there would be nothing to buffer Harry's uncontrollable rage. He would frenzy, and he would wield all of his Felanade powers…

A sudden burst of white light and expelled magic made Kahn run even faster, now able to see further, he grit his teeth at the sight. He could see Wolfgang and Vixsy, standing on either side of Harry, just looking at him in waiting. But Harry was what took his breath away. Immediately, Kahn remembered when he'd had to enter Harry's mind, and he'd found the cage that the Feline within him was locked, lying dormant.

That magnificent creature stood between the two Kanite's proudly; the power he wielded floating around him visibly in concentrated tendrils of magic. His fur was as black as the night, with a messy mop of longish short hair that was the purest of white, pale blue streaked throughout. A pair of burning emerald eyes shone out of his panther-like face, his pointed ears sitting comfortably atop his scull. Along with the transformation came a change of clothes, as his robes had melded with him as he grew, and been replaced with a stunning ensemble.

A knee length, silver coloured, short sleeved shirt, was overlayed with a black leather surcoat, also reaching near his knees. It was held together at the waist with a thick leather belt with a silver buckle, and had intricate Celtic embroidery, coloured a deep burgundy, around the edges and shoulders of the vestment. And finally, were the shining gauntlets attached to Harry's forearms and shins. They were a fine silver with inlays of gold, drawing detailed patterns all around the edges.

Kahn slowed his approach when he drew out into the open, still gaping at the, now nine-foot and built-like-a-titanium-wall, boy he knew. Just the sight of something like that was surreal. His feet were hocked and clawed, as were his hands, his long tail swung back and forth absently around his legs. The sheer amount of power radiating off of Harry was boggling.

"Nice of you to join us, Tirahga," said Wolfgang softly, staring raptly at the still motionless behemoth before them. "You see what you've been holding back? A pity really. I could have used the challenge the last time we met."

"He's no match for you, Slytherin," Kahn shot back, hoping that Harry would remain as calm as he was presently for a while longer. He could tell that the change had dispelled a good amount of his fury, but that could change in a heartbeat. "You hold over a millennia more experience than him. He would barely know how to fight, or how to harness his powers!"

"That just makes it more fun," Wolfgang grinned. "The less he knows, the less he can control it, therefore, he will throw more power around, making it more interesting." The Kanite turned to look at him, smiling. "You know, you really should have told him. If you had, he wouldn't have lost his cool with me right now, triggering his change. I told him of his relation to you, what he was, who I am, and exactly who he is. The last Gryffindor. He wasn't happy, Old Friend. You can thank yourself for the latest change in events."

"He wasn't ever to know!" Kahn bellowed, rounding on the Kanite and fisting his shirt at the collar. "I didn't tell his father, and he didn't know of his Lineage! I kept him ignorant so he wouldn't get involved in this pointless Feud! But you just had to interfere! Voldemort would have never known that James and Harry were the last in their Line, and he would have never gone to kill them!"

"That's the idea, Tirahga," Wolfgang sneered, not trying to break the Feline's grip. "It is the purpose of all in our Bloodlines. It is impossible for you to comprehend because you are not of our Bloodlines. You merely married into it. We are drawn to each other, Tirahga. Now that he is the last, it is us to him, and him to us. When he goes back to that school of his, he will be drawn to our Last, only now it will be stronger than it has been in his previous years…"

"How can you encourage the complete Genocide of two of our mightiest Bloodlines?!" Kahn roared, still, even after a millennia, unable to understand why this Feud had begun. It was complete madness. "Your own Line included! You cannot kill Harry and you know that. Only his equal can. The youngest of your Line. The rest of you are free to kill whomever you please … but there are none left! As it is, You, Vixsy, Riddle and that girl are all that's left of your own Line. Where is the point?!!!"

"Death has always been pointless, Hank," a smooth and rumbling baritone spoke up calmly. Kahn and Wolfgang turned, blinking when Harry turned his glowing Emerald eyes toward them. "There is no point. Only the desire of one to be rid of it's opposite. That is what we are. Opposite ends of the spectrum."

At Harry's words, Kahn grew suddenly angry. This wasn't supposed to be happening! He was supposed to protect Harry from this kind of life, but he'd failed, just as he'd failed with his father.

"Harry, you shouldn't even be involved in this ridiculous fight!" said Kahn, trying to sound authorative, but knowing it would have little effect on the boy. "It has nothing to do with you! It was started over nine hundred years ago, and I'm sure most of you don't even remember what it was started over in the first place!"

"Oh, there's no arguing there," Wolfgang chuckled, earning him a deep scowl from Harry. "But we don't care anymore. What better reason to slaughter Felanade's, just for the pleasure of the act. Every one of both our Clans know of this Feud, so none stop it's path. The only potential drawback is the loss of the Line…"

"That and then the possibility of having to deal with the strongest being in existence!" Kahn snapped, losing his patience. He didn't want Harry to fight Wolfgang here, but if he moved him beyond the boundaries of the magical barrier, Voldemort's Bond would come back in full.

"That's only a problem depending who wins," Wolfgang grinned, absently running his hand through a tendril of the concentrated magic swirling around Harry. "Hmm … Feels warm," he commented idly, turning to look at the hazy and transparent coloured light. "Tirahga is right, Mr Potter. You are not ready to battle me yet." He grinned at Harry's angered rumble. "You can have some practice though, so … here's your dear Uncle Hank!"

With that, Wolfgang pushed Kahn forward, "Remember Harry, he lied to and deceived you! Hid from you who you really are! Make him pay!"

Kahn turned to the grinning Wolfgang, but didn't get to do anything. Harry had grasped him by the shoulder and spun him back around to face him, glaring at him almost murderously. He sensed both Wolfgang and Vixsy Orbing away, and knew what was inevitably to follow…

"How could you keep something like this from me???!!!" Harry bellowed in his face, his words distorted slightly by the roaring at the back of his throat. Kahn stumbled backwards when Harry shoved him, feeling fearful at the physical strength Harry exhibited. "I'm not Human! Neither was my Father! You were his Uncle by Marriage, and you NEVER THOUGHT TO TELL ME THIS!!!!"

The raw magic surrounding Harry grew more intense, reacting with his emotions, swirling around him in a circle. The power radiating off him was almost a physical force, pushing him away.

"I only wanted to keep you safe!!" Kahn shouted back in reply, sounding pleading. "I couldn't risk losing you the same way I lost the rest of my Family! I lost my Wife and Daughter to this pointless animosity! Orion may not have been my brother through Blood, but he was my wife's Kin, making him as my own! He was lost to this battle, as was his son, James! Your father! My Nephew! I was not going to lose another to this!!"

"But you still LIED TO ME!!!" Harry screamed, shoving Kahn backwards again, making him stumble slightly. "You kept a piece of me locked away, willing to keep me in the dark about who I am!!"

"Harry you need to calm down!" Kahn demanded, backing away. "If you don't and the barrier comes down you'll Rage! Do you really want to do that while you're like this? Think of what you'll do!"

Harry stepped toward him and leant forward, bringing his furry muzzle within inches of Kahn's.

"I do not care…" he whispered, his emerald eyes glowing more brilliantly than ever before. Kahn could only let his mouth fall open in both confusion and disbelief, before he was thrown backwards; his head reeling from the blow Harry had sent his way.

He shook his head, trying to regain his equilibrium, when he felt his worst nightmare come true.

The barrier had just dropped, and an ear splitting roar of fury shattered the night.