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"Yes, Professor Snape. This is the Ancient Potion Of Magical Cure, the legendary book of potion for curing all kind of sickness caused by curse, hex and spells. You can have it, Professor," said Harry, trying very hard not to laugh at Snape's total thunderstruck look on his face. "Oh, after you made potion, bring it and Neville Longbottom to give it to Mr and Mrs Longbottom. You will find the instruction in the book, take good care of it Professor and have a nice day."

Harry moved out of the dungeon only to collide with Janet Heselwood.

"Oh, sorry Janet, didn't see you there," said Harry as he managed to pick himself up after colliding with Janet. With the aid of Harry, Janet managed to climb up. "What is the hurry?"

"Just...got...aw...way...from Filch!" said Janet in between her gasp of breath, "God! He is very horrible!"

"You must have mud on your shoe, right?" asked Harry with a lingering grin on his lips.

"But there is only very little mud! Wait, how did you know?"

"Filch had threatened me with detention in my second year because of some mud after my Quidditch practice," said Harry, fondly remembering the time when he found out about Filch's letter from the KWIKSPELL course. "Why?" asked Janet, incredulous, wondering about why some one being a wizard would make a fuss over a little mud. Her question was soon answered.

"Filch is a Squib. He is pure blood but don't have a drop of wizard blood in him. Put it simply, he cannot perform magic. That why he hated every one who bring in a little bit of mud, he have to use conventional methods of cleaning which mean that a few hours of cleaning in his thinking."

"Oh that why? And..."Janet hesitated in asking Harry, there was this question in her mind that she had been wondering for a long time.

"Fire away," said Harry as he saw Janet fidgeting away, wriggling her hands together, an action that was so similar to Hermione when she wants to ask teachers any forbidden questions. 'I wonder if this is another bookworm like Hermione?' mused Harry.

"Why? How did you speak the language of the other creatures, Harry?" asked Janet immediately, after much hesitation. "I know that you are a Parselmouth. It is on papers all over the world."

"I prefer to keep this a secret," replied Harry politely and mysteriously. 'Harry isn't one to fool with, unless you want to be dead,' though Janet, 'under that mask of politeness, is one hell of a guy not to be messed with."

"'Arry? Est-ce que je peux te parler?" it was Fleur. Janet scowled at the appearance of French lady, clearly displaying her intense dislike for the part Veela.

"Certainement, Donne moi une minute ou deux, Fleur.. It's ok, Janet. Fleur and I have a little catching up to do," said Harry, waving the girl goodbye. After they have found a rather private place, Fleur immediately swoop down and kissed Harry on the cheek. Surprised by this unexpected display of affection, Harry stiffens and was unable to do anything. "I believe that this is not a place for such open affection between a student and a teacher, Professor Delacour," said a clearly amused voice.

'AH! A welcomed interruption,' though Harry, only freeze at the sight of the person. It was Dumbledore.

'Oh shit!'

"I believe that Harry hated this kind of open display of affection, Fleur," said Dumbledore, a corner of his lip was twitching, a very clear sign that his is trying very hard not to laugh. "And if you do not want Harry to be killed by his room-mates in his sleep, you should not have such actions. Oh, do have a nice day!" and moved away, leaving a very embarrassed Harry and smiling Fleur.

"Oh, 'Arry, Comment as-tu réussi à parler le langage d'autres créatures?" asked Fleur as the whole school have been wondering about the same question- How on earth did Harry communicate to the creatures known to be extinct for the last few centuries.

"Je considère ça comme une question personnelle, Fleur," replied Harry, mystifying. "Au fait,comment va Gabrielle?"

"Oh, Elle va bien, merci. Elle est vraiment amoureuse de toi, tu sais?" chuckled Fleur as she remembered how her sister wanted her get a signature of Harry when she heard that her sister is going to teach at Hogwarts.

"Vraiment?" asked Harry complete shell-shocked.

"Bien sûr que oui!" she giggled as Harry turned into a very embarrassed red. A sudden movement at the corner of Harry's eye caught his attention. In a swift and fast movement, Harry had his wand draw out and with surprising accuracy, fired a stunner at the offensive person. 'Pure evil, must be...' though Harry, only to have his thought to be thrown out of the window, if there is any nearby. The stunner dissolved as it hitted person enshroud in darkness. Dressed in a black armor so shiny, that it reflects the light from the candles. Average in height, Harry noticed that the armor radiates a evil aura. The sabre in the knight's hand have the aura of blood shed. 'Oh shit! A Black Knight! In Hogwarts?! What is in the world is the defense's of Hogwarts doing?'

"Pugnus of caelum!" roared Harry and watched as a lightning lashed down from the very Heaven, striking the Black Knight. With a scream that was sounded like damned, banished and feared soul, the Black Knight was struck down by the supreme holy energy of the Heavens about, before it turns into dust. "God damn it! An undead in Hogwarts, got to inform Dumbledore," cursed Harry before turning to Fleur.

'Bien sûr que oui!' though Fleur as she saw a burst of pure white energy that gathered at Harry's shoulder blade, down the backbone stopping at the middle. A pair of wings that had spread out was semi translucent, a light purplish colour and free flowing like water. Smooth flowing, it was pure beauty. Veelas and Giants are fortunately blessed with powers that can reconsider ones magical power level when they cast any magic, wand or wandless.they had been shown pictures of Ancient Guardian Archangel as one was predicted to be reborn on earth in the times of Darkness. [A/N: if you want to know how the wings looked like, complete Diablo 2, Lord of Destruction and watch the final movie to know. The part where the Archangel destroys the World-stone. This part will be explain in the squeal- Harry Potter and the Quest.] Harry is the only one that she had seen with such powers. With a snap, she remembered the prophecy left by the America prophet, William Miller. This prophecy was pass down only in the Veelas.

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A time will come when a Knight enter,

Part Veela sees his powers,

Will come remember this.

He will come to power to bring down Darkness,

His faith will be his guide,

His trust will be his protector,

His knowledge will be his power,

His Elemental will be his warrior.

Heir of King Arthur Pendragon,

Merlin, Godric Gryffindor

And Rowena Ravenclaw,

He will unlock his own heritage to bring down the Heir of Salazar Slytherin.

With a legendary weapon, he will kill the Lord of Darkness.

Night will then truly end, only to be back after sixteen years.

This Prophecy must not be reveal to the chosen one or all will be lost.

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"Quel est le problème, Fleur?" asked Harry as he saw Fleur totally stunned face. When Harry spoke, Fleur snapped back to reality. "Quel est le problème, Fleur?"

"Au revoir Fleur, à demain.said Harry and ran at a speed that could match those of a cheetah.

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"Albus! I have bad news," said Harry, the very moment he saw Dumbledore. "What, Harry? Are you being chased by a group of girls and have to come to complain?" smiled Dumbledore, only to have his smile falter way at the look on Harry's face. There was only pure concern and worry, and as well as a little panic.

"What is the problem, Harry?"

"Someone had breached Hogwarts' defense," replied Harry grimly. "A Black Knight to be precise."

"Black Knight?"

"A summoned Undead Knight from the Abyss. Tom Riddle had managed to find a way to by pass the Hogwarts defense otherwise, someone else had led in the knight which I highly doubt possible," said Harry very grimly.

"Why?"

"Black Knight follows only banner of Tom Riddle, which means that only a Death Eater can lead one in," said Harry, pausing, weighting his choice of words. "Unless someone from the student body is a Death Eater."

"Harry wait," Dumbledore casted the Sonorus Charm and the magically magnified voice boomed through the castle. "All lessons are to be cancelled now, all teachers are report to the Headmaster's Office now, thank you! Quietus."

In the next minute, all the teaching staff of Hogwarts busted into the room angrily. "Albus! What is the meaning of this?" demanded Professor McGonagall. "A security breach in Hogwarts, by a summoned minion of Lord Voldemort," said Harry and the whole room flinched but Harry and Dumbledore.

"A breach?" whispered Snape, frightened. "By what?"

"A Black Knight," said Dumbledore and further elaborated. "A undead knight that Tom Riddle had summoned from the Abyss."

"How on earth did the breach happened?" asked McGonagall, her courage had faltered, replaced by pure sheer panic and fear.

"Don't give me a damn, I'm wondering it myself," said Harry. "It seems that some do not believe me." Pulling out his wand, Harry said something that inaudible to the rest. A screen appeared above Harry and started to show how had he noticed the black knight. "Believe me now?" growled Harry.

The group remained silent.

"I believe that we need to recast and recreate the defense of Hogwarts as soon as possible, tomorrow would be best," said Dumbledore.

Total silence, not even a cricket's chirpings could be heard.

"I want all Head of house to inform all students about this bleach and tomorrow lessons are to be cancelled," said Dumbledore, "no, Severus, there is no room for discussion. Later, we all gather at Headquarters."

"Headquarters?" asked Fleur.

"Fleur, you are to stay here," said the Headmaster.

"Come Potter," said McGonagall, as she left the room. Taking Harry with her, she moved to the Gryffindor Common Room to make the announcement.

TBC...

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A note from your Author:

I complete this chapter with the help of Naia, I offer my thanks to her for help me translate English to French. The next chapter I don't know when I can type it out, I have to study for my GCE 'N' level so you may have to wait a long time. I know one part is similar to Harry Potter and the Order of Light, but some how, I plan out the storyline, there is always someone who is earlier.

Many thanks to my reviewers, you had made my day! They are:

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1) Can I have a word? French: Est-ce que je peux te parler?

2) Certainly Give me a minute or two, Fleur French: Certainement, Donne moi une minute ou deux, Fleur.

3) How did you managed to speak the language of other creatures? French: Comment as-tu réussi à parler le langage d'autres créatures?

4) I prefer this as a personal question, fleur. By the way how Gabrielle? French: Je considère ça comme une question personnelle, Fleur. Au fait, comment va Gabrielle?

5) Oh, she~{!/~}s fine, thanks. She is totally smitten by you, you know? French: Oh, Elle va bien, merci. Elle est vraiment amoureuse de toi, tu sais?

6) Is she? French: Vraiment?

7) Why yes! French: Bien sûr que oui!

8) GOD! Harry is an Ancient Guardian Archangel! French: MON DIEU! Harry est un Ancien Archange Gardien

9) What the matter, Fleur? French: Quel est le problème, Fleur?

10) Nothing, bye Harry, I have to prepare for tomorrow~{!/~}s lesson French: Rien, au revoir Harry, je dois préparer mes cours pour demain.

11)Bye Fleur, see you tomorrow. French: Au revoir Fleur, à demain.