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Chapter Seven
Legend or Fallacy
by Patilaputra Jeanne

A while had passed since the Weasley's over enthusiastic excitement, at which Harry had fled from the kitchen. He was currently in a room on the third floor of the old mansion helping Remus pack his things, and talking to him as they did so.

"Excited to start the new school year, Harry?" Remus asked. He was writing out his lesson plans that he was supposed to give to the headmaster when he arrived.

"Well, I guess so," Harry said. In truth, he was terrified of meeting his new tutor, but didn't say anything. "It will be great to have you back though, you're the only Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that hasn't tried to kill me."

"Well, that's not entirely true, unfortunately," Remus answered. "Like that night you saved Sirius, you were nearly wolf meat."

"Alright, you didn't try to kill me then," Harry said. "And you were the best teacher we ever had for that class."

"Oh, I've heard of a better one," Remus said as he rolled up the finished lesson plan. "As I recall, Professor Dumbledore said that you were the one that helped twenty seven other students get an 'E' or 'O' on their O.W.L. exams." Harry blushed, so Remus did not continue.

"What do you want me to do with this?" Harry asked as he picked up the only thing still left on the bed. It was a black box about a foot long and couple inches wide and almost looked like a wand box.

"Open it," Remus said. Harry gave him a quizzical look so he explained. "You were supposed to receive that on your 16th birthday, but I had forgotten about everything and just found in yesterday."

This seemed to satisfy Harry's confusion for a bit, because then curiosity took over. He slid the cover off of the box and gasped openly at the contents. There was a glittering dagger staring back at him. It had a stunningly silver blade and a gold handle. There were rubies encrusted in it that looked startlingly familiar, if only he could remember where he had seen them before.

"That dagger has been in your family since before the beginning of Hogwarts." Lupin said. "There used to be a sword to match it, but Godric Gryffindor thought he should us it for the sorting hat."

Harry remembered it now, the dagger was almost identical to the sword he had pulled out of the Sorting hat in his second year; Godric Gryffindor's sword. This didn't make any sense to Harry though.

"But, if this was the dagger that Godric Gryffindor had, that would mean that I am a descendent." Harry stated, thoroughly confused at this entire ordeal.

"His only descendent still living." Remus corrected him. "It's a shame that you can't have the sword though. It was said to be a truly magnificent piece of craftsmanship."

"Why not just ask Professor Dumbledore?"

"I highly doubt that he would be able to retrieve the sword from the sorting hat, Harry." Lupin stated in a clearly resigned voice. "Only the Heir of Gryffindor, heir in spirit that is, can retrieve the sword. It's sort of like a King Arthur thing, a legend you could call it."

Harry snorted. "I said to just ask Professor Dumbledore because it's hanging in his office." Harry said as though it were obvious. Remus would have had to have seen it while he was teaching there.

"Harry, the sword is not in his office, I would have seen it if it was." Lupin stated. "You are probably thinking about the sword that used to be passed down from Headmaster to Headmaster of the school because it is tied to the magic of the castle." He went to grab his trunks to take them down stairs as if the discussion were over. Harry, however, had other plans.

"No, I know it's hanging in his office," Harry insisted. "It was right after I defeated the Basilisk with it that he told me that 'You'd have to be a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat.' And I remember that Neville saw it in his office just last year so he couldn't have taken it down."

"That's not possible," Remus explained. "The legend was proven to be a myth long ago, there is no way that... wait a minute... did you just say that you defeated a Basilisk with it?"

"Er... yes?" Harry said. He didn't want to hear about this so called legend any longer – it reminded him too much of the prophecy and he didn't even know where to begin to tell his friends about that, let a lone some legend that he some how proved it wasn't a myth.

"How in Merlin's name did you do that?" his guardian asked in absolute awe. It was a legend that he had grown up with and had always thought that his best friend would some how find it since Remus thought he would some how to be the one.

"I really don't know," Harry said. A look from Remus made him made him rack his brain into thinking back so long ago. "I honestly don't. I remember being so frantic that I put the sorting hat on my head and then the butt of the sword fell out of it, nearly knocking me out."

"How did you get the sorting hat?" Remus asked not certain whether to believe this or not. "You actually pulled the sword of Godric Gryffindor out of the Sorting Hat?" Harry nodded in a humble way. "Is there never any end with the things you've done?" Lupin asked.

"That depends on what kinds of things you're talking about," he said. "And anyway, I thought the Order knew all about that kind of stuff." Harry stated, clearly not keen on the subject.

"So, Harry, ready to meet your tutor the day after tomorrow?" Lupin asked trying to change the subject.

"Thanks a lot, I had wanted to forget about that for at least to night." Harry said in disgust. "I need to go finish packing." In truth, he needed to find his handbook, which was more urgent than ever as he was to be leaving early in the morning and everyone else was already in bed.

The two of them walked downstairs to the kitchen in silence. Harry hated seeing his new guardian leave like this, even if he would see him the next day. He'd grown to be very close to Harry and Harry was somewhat protective of him, not wanting him to meet the same end as Sirius and his parents. Something interrupted his train of thought though, as he saw a flesh colored cord slip under the door of the room Harry shared with Ron. He would have bet his Firebolt that Ron had heard the entire talk about the sword of Godric Gryffindor.

"See you soon Harry," Lupin said as he took a hand full of Floo Powder and vanished into emerald green flames.

Harry wondered back upstairs and got ready for bed. Ron was elsewhere but it didn't bother Harry that much as he didn't feel like confronting Ron about eavesdropping on him and Remus. Harry was pretending to be asleep when Ron came up to be about a half-hour later. Right before Ron shut off his bedside table lamp, Harry saw Ron give him a look of heated Jealousy. That look burned in Harry's eyelids for the rest of the night and drifted in and out of his dreams until the next morning.

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I am so sorry about not updating much lately. I have had a major writer's block and I just figured out how to get around it. I would really like to thank one of my reviewers though, the one who asked how Remus knows about the defensive training tradition. I have worked out a perfect answer to it and am just trying to find a way to add it.