Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Author's note: Okay I'm not going to change this story much to fit in with the events of The Order of the Phoenix, however you will most probably see a few characters from the Order of the Phoenix and other things turn up in this story.
Thank you for the reviews and I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to write this chapter. The next chapter may also take awhile to be posted I'm very busy at the moment, sorry.
"Harry wait!" Ron yelled trying to catch up with his friend. "Harry stop!" Harry didn't respond.
"Harry!" Ron grabbed his friend's shoulder and pulled him around.
"Ron leave, please leave me alone." Harry pleaded head bowed. He needed help and he didn't know whom to turn too, the Griffin was his best bet, if only she could be found. He pulled out the Griffin's pendant that hung around his neck on a leather cord, hidden under his robes. The pendent lay in his hand slightly warm.
"I need to find out what is going on." Harry told his friend still looking down at the pendant.
"Harry I'm coming with you." Ron declared, by the look on Ron's face Harry knew there was no way to sway his decision.
Pain speared through Harry without warning and he fell to his knees as a scream escaped his lips, Ron was instantly by his side, calling his name.
Harry however couldn't hear him, the pain was unbearable and felt like it was tearing him apart. Then it was gone and he was standing in a room, like Snape's dungeon. Harry looked around groggily the only sound he could hear was the patter of drops of water from a leak somewhere close by.
The light around him seemed to flash then dull then flash again, to Harry it seemed to beat in time to his heart. Questions of where he was and why flashed through his mind. Then he saw the why.
A large Griffin had appeared out of nowhere and was standing in front of him.
"You called me?" Forcallem growled in her harsh voice.
"Yes." Harry told her gathering up his courage. "How can I stop these nightmares?"
"You must learn to control your mind, the nightmares are not just dreams." the Griffin said, sitting on the stone floor. "They work in much the same way as the plate."
"They are visions?" Harry asked a little nervous.
"They are what they are. Some are visions and others are just dreams." Forcallem growled. "You must learn."
"What about the power from Voldemort?"
"That can be used. As it was before the connection between the two of you will be his downfall." The griffin growled.
"Why did the Nocantia stop screaming when I told it to? Can I talk to them like I can to snakes? "
"You are inheriting powers from me and my master." Forcallam said sitting on the cave-like floor.
"How? Who is your master?"
"Our fates are entwined, Harry Potter, to win this war we must help you. Every day you wear our pendant and use your wandless magic, the more power we share."
"You didn't answer my second question. Who is your master?" Harry demanded
"All Griffins are servants of the god Apollo, we answer to him. Some times however a griffin my think that a human or wizard needs help and will answer to that person."
Harry's head spun, he wished Hermione was here she could work out these riddles.
"Are you answering to me?" Harry asked unsure.
"Yes, your mission is noble and we respect the noble hearted. Your wandless magic called to us and we are answering your call." The Griffin bowed low to Harry and Harry felt himself bowing back. "You didn't ask for this burden but your heart accepted your destiny."
The Griffin tilted its head slightly to the left, as if hearing something Harry couldn't. "If you need me use the pendant or if you are at Hogwarts go to the room that we first met. Good luck Harry Potter."
With those parting words, the room started to resolve and Harry started to feel pain again as his mind came back to his body.
"Harry! Harry wake up! Harry." A screaming voice pulled Harry back to where he belonged as pain assaulted him in waves.
"Harry!"
Slowly he opened his eyes, even that movement hurt, his vision was slightly blurred as he looked up at the shapes that hovered above him.
"Harry can you hear me?" The voice sounded familiar to him however his mind and memory was a little behind time. He turned his head slightly to the voice, and one of blurring shapes shifted into the shape of an old woman with a hard looking face and a frown on her lips.
"Yes," Harry mumbled.
He was on the cold floor holding the Griffin's pendent in his hand, which was bright red as if it was burning from the inside.
"Are you all right Harry," Ron asked next to him.
"Yeah, I think so," Harry mumbled still not in the here and now.
Every muscle in his body hurt and his head was pounding however his scar didn't hurt at all.
He pushed himself up on shaking arms, pain shot through his back but the pain was slowly leaving him with only the memory of his visit with the Griffin in its wake. Ron grabbed him under the arm and helped pull him to his feet. Harry swayed slightly and Ron tightened his grip on his arm.
Professor McGonagall drew a chair in the air and an over stuffed red arm chair appeared in the corridor, Harry with the help of Ron sat on the chair his head in his hands.
"What happened Harry?" Ron asked looking concerned and a little edgy. "One minute you where standing there the next you fell to the ground."
"I saw the Griffin." Harry said without thinking; which wasn't hard, for his mind had gone walk about.
"What Griffin?" Professor McGonagall said sharply, Harry winced at the sound of her voice.
"Professor McGonagall what are you doing here?" Harry asked, looking up at his teacher with bloodshot eyes.
"Your screaming interrupted my class." Professor McGonagal told him looking him over for injuries. "What is this about Griffins?"
Harry told her about his encounter with the Griffin as his mind started to find its way back to the here and now. The pain slowly leaked away leaving him a little sick.
"We should take you up to the hospital wing Mr Potter." McGonagal told him after Harry had finished his story. "I will inform Albus what has happened."
Harry watched as McGonagal watched briskly away leaving the two boys behind. 'What is happening to me?' Harry silently asked himself as Ron helped him to the hospital wing.