A/N: Hey! Thanks 4 the reviewz!!! PLEASE keep reviewing though! After this chapter, I'm not updating until I get a few reviews so I know that people even read the chapter, cause that's the only way I can tell! Anyway, 14 days 'til XMAS! Yay… gonna be a boring green Christmas here though… Anyway, heres the chapter!

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Chapter 15:

Harry awoke the next morning shocked to find daylight streaming through the window. He sat up on his bed and stretched, remembering his dream. They seemed to be getting weirder and weirder, and so realistic! Harry thought back to his vision yesterday, but he couldn't remember anything from it. It was as if it had been wiped from his memory. An eerie feeling swept through Harry as he got dressed and tried to tame his hair. He listened to the voices from the floor below him. Harry's room was directly above an office of some sort. Harry paused, trying to hear the voices. There were two of them; and Harry thought that they might belong to none other than Calista and Evelyn, the new arrivals. Harry was still extremely confused about their appearance, and he desperately wanted to talk to Lupin. Harry then remembered the meeting he'd be having with the Headmaster today, and he cheered up very slightly. He then tuned his ear once more to the voices.

"Calli, I just am so upset! We've missed out on fifteen years! How can you be so- so- Calm?!?"

"Ev, listen," said a soothing voice. "I know. But we need to try to put that behind us! It's no use wasting more time wishing we hadn't wasted so much…"

"Calli, Remus… and that girl… there's something there. I always had a dreaded feeling that this would happen! And I was right, Calli! He said- he promised- that he'd never forget me; that I was the only one he could ever love- he said he'd wait an eternity! And I was too late, wasn't I? I was just too late…"

"I know how you feel, Evelyn. Sirius left me too… but don't blame Remus or the girl, Evelyn. They thought you were dead. If you really had been dead, wouldn't you have wanted Remus to move on?"

"Yeah, Calli. Yeah, I suppose you're right. But I just have this awful feeling in my heart, every time I-"

"Hush, Ev. It's all right. What's meant to be will be. And in the mean time, I expect we should look after Harry. Lils would've wanted us to. After having Remus and Sirius for the last few years… bad influences! They've probably taught him all the pranks, all the trouble-making schemes!" The other girl laughed.

"That's for sure. If Harry was exactly like his father, poor Lily would've gone mad. It was hard enough with one in the house!"

"Yeah."

"So you think we should take the Hogwarts job?"

"Definitely. I miss that place so much. Plus, we could watch Harry and get to know him, and tell him more about Lily and everyone, if Sirius and Remus haven't already. I bet there will also be stuff to do for the Order and all."

"Hmm." A slight pause followed. "D'you think Dumbledore will still have us in the plan? I hated that so…"

"I doubt it. After all, he told us about the Prophecy. The plan would be pretty useless. But I do think we should give Harry extra lessons this year…"

Suddenly Hermione burst into the room looking very annoyed. "Harry, thank Merlin you're finally up! It's past noon already!"

"Hermione!" said Harry indignantly. "You really need to start knocking… I could've been changing!" Hermione rolled her honey colored eyes impatiently.

"Right. Well, Lenore and Ginny just woke up too… maybe it runs in the… people who are heirs category. I don't know. Just come on downstairs! Dumbledore wants to talk with you, Ron, and me now. He's just arrived. You'll have to eat after we talk with him. So I'll meet you in the basement in five minutes." She turned to leave, but Harry spoke.

"I'm ready now, actually." And with a last ruffle of his untidy hair he followed his friend downstairs. Harry hadn't thought about it before, but Hermione had really changed over the summer. Her hair had somewhat tamed into long, dark brown curls, which were much different for some reason than Lenore's chestnut and gold streaked curls. She had grown a few inches and was now 5'7, just four inches shorter than Harry, and she held herself in a new way that made her look much more stunning and noticeable.

When they reached the basement room, only running into the Weasley twins and a disgruntled-looking Mundungus, who was leading a fierce griffin on a chain out of the house (which, as Harry notices, had seemingly lost all of its claws), Harry saw Ron and Dumbledore seated in comfortable armchairs, chatting pleasantly.

"Hi," said Harry as he strolled into the room, sitting in a freshly conjured armchair.

"Hello Professor; Ron," said Hermione politely as she sat between Harry and Ron.

"Good morning," said Dumbledore. Then he chuckled to himself. "Good Afternoon, rather." Harry looked expectantly at the Headmaster. Dumbledore sighed before beginning.

"You all know why you are here, of course." He then looked up at his students. "I do not know where to begin. I will let you each take turns asking questions." All three teenagers spoke at once. "Ah. Well, ladies first, I suppose. Hermione?" Hermione looked a bit shy at first, not having as many discussions with the Headmaster as Harry had had.

"Well, I suppose my first question is… why are you keeping tabs on the Heirs? What to they exactly have to do with it?" She then looked hurriedly at Harry. "No offense or anything."

"Well," began Dumbledore, "Something new has evolved into the picture. You see, we know that Voldemort-" Ron shivered "- descended from Slytherin. It's in all historical records. Except not magical records. Suddenly, we aren't completely positive that Slytherin's daughter, whom Voldemort descended from, was really and truly his. We know that Slytherin had a second child, a boy, but there is very little known of him. We are trying to trace his descendants, but it is proving rather difficult. You see, the magical records only keep track of magical people's names, and it seems one of the son's descendants married a Muggle and there was no magic in the family for about three generations. Anyway, to verify your question, Hermione, we are keeping tracks on the heirs because we think that we've found a Prophecy of a Seer during the Founders' times. She predicted that the only ones to defeat the 'One with the Power to destroy all Evil' are the other three heirs, which would imply that this evil one, so to speak, is not an heir of the four founders."

"Er, Professor," began Harry somewhat guiltily. "I have been having dreams lately, and I think they've been about the Founders."

"Go on, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"I only hear their voices, though, and I only see their shadows." Hermione, Ron, and Dumbledore were looking at Harry intently. "Well," he continued, "Er… there's another woman besides the founders. I usually only see a dialogue every night while I dream. So far, to sum it up, Acacia, that's the woman, loves Slytherin and Slytherin loves her, but Gryffindor loves her too, but everyone thinks he loves Rowena, and now Acacia is pregnant and it's Slytherin's child; that's what she says, anyway. And Gryffindor doesn't like Slytherin much at the moment."

"Good, Slytherin's just a dirty, filthy a-"

"Ron," cut in Hermione, "just be mature for five minutes! Five frickin minutes, Ron!" She then blushed, to have almost cursed in front of the Headmaster. "Sorry, pro-"

"It's quite all right," laughed Dumbledore, eyes twinkling. Then he frowned thoughtfully. A minute of silence elapsed.

"Professor?" asked Harry uncertainly.

"Very odd indeed, Harry. It is true that Slytherin's first daughter's mother was undocumented. I wonder if these visions could be remotely true? What did you say the woman's name was, Harry?"

"Acacia," answered Harry quickly. "So you don't think the dreams are from Voldemort, then?"

"I'm not quite sure, Harry. However, you must practice Occlumency very hard, just in case. Professor Snape has actually said that Voldemort has been trying to penetrate your mind but has been unsuccessful, in the last few days. So you must be practicing, and doing it very well already." Harry frowned as Hermione smiled at Harry approvingly. He hadn't been practicing Occlumency! But if Voldemort had been unsuccessful, what dreams was he having?

"Harry," said Ron suddenly. "What did you see yesterday, in your vision? When you passed out?"

"What?" asked Dumbledore sharply, looking concerned.

"Oh…" began Harry truthfully. "I woke up and I couldn't remember what it was I saw, but I think it was on Acacia and the founders, only more intense," said Harry. "And painful," he added. He then turned to Dumbledore. "I just passed out. My scar hurt really badly, and, I don't know. I can't remember." Dumbledore nodded understandably.

"Very well. Anything else you'd like to tell me before any questions?" Harry began to shake his head no, but Hermione intervened.

"The snake, Harry, the snake."

"Oh!" said Harry, remembering. "Yeah, this snake in Diagon Alley the other day said it'd been sent by Slytherin and it was from the past, and it had a message to deliver. It told me I was an heir, and to pass it on to the other three, but not hers, whoever hers was. It said that the four must work together to save the world from the other one. And it said that they are alive in my dreams and in the walls of the school. A load of rubbish, if you ask me-"

"Maybe," said Dumbledore, "But I would take the serpent more seriously."

"You mean you think he's really from the past?"

"Possibly. Possibly. Thank you, Harry. Any more questions, you three?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Yes," came three voices at once.

"All right then, Mr. Weasley, you have the floor."

"Thanks, professor. How in the name of Merlin is Malfoy the heir of Ravenclaw? And how is Ginny the heir of Hufflepuff? I mean, it was simple for Harry; not surprising in the least. But Ginny and Malfoy? Ginny's the youngest! How is she an heir?"

Dumbledore chuckled and rubbed his half-moon spectacles on his robes. "Draco Malfoy did in fact descend from Rowena Ravenclaw, who's only great-granddaughter married into a family of prominent pure-bloods and, well, people who didn't like Muggles, so to speak. And before Helga died, she asked for the heirhood to only be passed down through daughters, like many only want it passed down through sons. And, Ronald, just because you are related to someone doesn't always mean that you hold the same qualities within."

"Oh," said Ron disappointedly.

"All right; Merlin do we have a lot of questions! Harry, go ahead."

"Professor Dumbledore," said Harry, "I kind of understand the story of Evelyn and Calista, but why didn't anyone mention them before? Especially if they were best friends with my parents and the Marauders…"

"Ah, Harry," said Dumbledore sadly. "They were presumed dead before you were born. It was so painful for Sirius and Lupin… especially when they found out it was Peter who supposedly killed them. They chose to pretend that those tragedies hadn't happened. Sirius was in love with Calista, and they were engaged to be married. She was only supposed to be gone for a year, at the most. Remus and Evelyn had been seriously dating since their fifth year, if I am correct. It was just too painful, Harry. I hope you'll forgive them for not telling you sooner, and that you will try to get to know your mother's best friends."

"You mean Wormtail said he killed them?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore bitterly. "He told the other Death Eaters that he'd done the job, and then it, unfortunately, was him that the Order sent to see if they were, by any morsel of a chance, still alive. But Peter had always fancied Evelyn a bit, and so I imagine he didn't want to have to kill her. If either women escaped, he'd be proven a traitor to the Order. And he didn't want to take the chance of messing up his duty to Voldemort."

"He had no problem killing my parents," said Harry angrily.

"No, Harry," said Dumbledore. "He didn't. He was a traitor and a coward."

After a tension-filled pause, Hermione spoke up timidly. "Professor? I've two more questions."

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

"Okay, what do you think Lenore has to do with all of this?"

"Alas, Miss Granger. I cannot answer that question until we have evidence and anything more than a theory. What was your other question?"

"Oh," said Hermione in an offhand voice, "Who will our defense professor be this year?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Ms. O'Cafferey and Ms. Wentworth, actually. I believe they will do a very good job."

"Who?" asked Ron, confused.

"Evelyn and Calista," said Harry. "Oh, and Professor?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Are others not to know that Lenore is related to me?"

"Yes, Harry. I thought I told you- you must never tell a soul. Voldemort will be out to kill her as well, if he finds out. Especially since the two of you are related to him."

"He doesn't know that, does he?" asked Harry.

"No," said Dumbledore shortly. "And with luck, he never will." He smiled. "Now, Miss Granger; Mr. Weasley, you may head upstairs. I have to discuss something with Harry a moment if you don't mind. He should be up in a few minutes."

"Okay, Professor," came the voices of Harry's friends. They smiled at him before leaving the room.

"Harry," said Dumbledore. "You still wish to be an Auror, no?"

"Yeah," said Harry, "I do."

"Well, Nymp- I mean, Tonks, has offered to give you extra training at Hogwarts once a week. So has Kingsley Shacklebolt. You don't have to, but it certainly will help."

"Okay," said Harry slowly. "That sounds good."

Then Dumbledore continued. "We'd also like you and Draco and Ginny and also Lenore to take private defense and Occlumency lessons several nights a week, to train you to fight Voldemort." Harry nodded slowly.

"I doubt Malfoy will do it… He's probably a Death Eater. And why Lenore?"

"I trust Draco," said Dumbledore, "And I am sure he will be loyal to the Order. Close friends have said that he doesn't share views with his father and, despite mounting pressure, refuses to take the Mark." Harry felt a very slight stab of respect towards his enemy, but only for a moment. Then Dumbledore continued. "And as for Lenore, we have our reasons."

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For the next few weeks, things went on routinely in Headquarters: Nonstop chaos, trying to eavesdrop on meeting, the frequent eruptions of screams from various people for various reasons, the findings of sinister-looking heirlooms from the House of Black and illegal substances hidden in random places by Mundungus, the periodic explosions from Fred and George's room, and the constant running into people who were hurrying this way and that.

Finally, it was the last night before school began. Harry was lying awake in bed, happily looking forward to seeing Hogwarts again. He peacefully drifted off into a, for

once, dreamless sleep, looking forward to the morning.

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