Chapter 3

No one, not even the Great Four, knew how to make the potion. It had been a well-guarded secret of the Noires and over time, even they had forgotten the secret formula. The previous generation of Blacks, it seemed, had been too locked into the Dark Arts so much so that they had no interest in remembering a cure against an Unforgivable. Harry's only option now was to search the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black and hoped that he would find a clue to the recipe of the Vacilanium Carteocae .

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Professor Gryffindor who said, "We believe you know what to do now, Harry. But, remember, as with most family protection spells and potions, a willing blood relative is of utmost importance to brew the potion."

Harry nodded and asked, "If you don't mind, I would like to ask you a question. How is it that I am able to talk to you now? I mean, you are supposed to be, you know... dead."

"Ha! Didn't I tell you, Godric? He would definitely ask and he has. Well, I shall not open my mouth. The stage is all yours." Professor Slytherin said smugly. Taken aback, Harry was afraid that he had been rude and began to stammer an apology. Professor Gryffindor stopped him. "Don't be afraid, Harry. You have asked a good question and you have the right to an answer. As wizards, you know, we can lead slightly longer lives, than Muggles. Ours is just a bit longer than most other wizards, that's all. We just decided to stay away from the rest of the Wizarding World. Immortality is not necessarily a good thing. However, there is still a duty for us here on Earth and I believe that when that is over, we will begin the next journey. And now, my boy, there isn't anything more to say. Be careful. Be prepared. And remember, knowledge is a powerful weapon."

With these words, the Four Founders handed him a small parcel and told him to open it when he returned to his room at Privet Drive. Having said him final farewells and sincere thanks, Harry apparated back to his tiny bedroom. For a second, Harry was so overwhelmed by all that he had learnt that he was unable to do anything.