Chapter Ten
Waking to the sight of being in Hell, knowing he has yet to do anything to be damned for, wizard Harry Potter had yet to discover the reason he had arrived to Mitnal. All he had discovered were various Gods and Goddesses living in this hell, as well as who and what they are. Almost losing his patience, barely hidden in his tone, Harry once again voiced his question, "Why am I here?"
The others had looked towards the God of Hell, Black Tez. He deeply chuckled, knowing the boy before him was losing his temper. "You, my child, had been chosen to change the world by the prophesies of wizards. But they have yet to realize it is our prophesies that truly change the world. It is from us the greatest bloodlines of wizards were born."
"But," confused yet intrigued by the information, Harry tried to coordinate his thoughts, "they never said anything like that in History class or any class for that matter."
The adults snickered, even the Valkyries guarding the entrance outside the Great Hall of Hell. The very few pure bloodlines of wizards know of us. It is they who truly accept what they were and always will be.
It is known all wizards and witches come from powerful ancestors but not many are willing to trace their lines back to us. But if you look for the ancestor book, for any pureblood, you will find us. Someone must have a pureblood in their family in order to have any magic within their family.
For once Harry understood how Muggle-born children could have magic when both their parents were Muggles, non-magic people. It was then he knew how his best friend, Hermione Granger, had come to be.
Nina continued the line of information, As the Serpent Goddess, I have been known to gift my few children of my blood the ability to speak to all reptiles. Parseltongue does not only mean snakes, it means all animals. Dragons, lizards, and such have been known to speak to my children. For this my bloodline have been given to the lines of Salazar Slytherin, one of the very first wizards of this world.
Harry blinked, he never knew that one of the founders of Hogwarts was truly that old. He had thought the founders were only a couple hundred years or less. But he could see the pattern, "If you're the mother of the Slytherin line, does that mean anyone from you or Salazar Slytherin are mainly your children? What about the other founders?"
Yes, but there are the mixtures of blood to bring forth wizards. We have mixed our blood with those of demons, creature, human, and angels to birth a new race. It is this mixture that brings forth the mythical creatures, creatures of magic, and the wizards.
As they explained the birth of magic, a lone female gracefully danced into the Hall. Pythia smiled as she carefully lowered the shawl covering her hair without interrupting any piece wrapped about her body. Mahogany strands danced in thick, saucy curls, finally free to breathe. Hello, Harry Potter. I am Pythia. I was the one who rescued you. She bowed to her lord, My Master. I have finally fulfilled your wishes. My old family have lost the curse given to them through your power. As Black Tez nodded back, Pythia had already been given a mental update of the new conversation, in which she added her piece, I, child, come from a line of seers, old and new. We are the ones who study the dreams for anything to use. It is us that are known to be quite thoughtful, and wait until we gather all information for decisions. We are the careful ones. We are the ones of Rowena Ravenclaw.
Taking her cue, the Phoenix Queen decided to add hers, My line has been quite rare since most of my children have been mythical creatures. But my children have all been loyal to others or of their selves. The few magical humans from my line have come from Helga Hufflepuff.
A purring voice had to add another, "Felines have nine lives. They are reckless and curious in their time of exploring or surviving. It is this bravery and courage needed to live that has been granted to my children of Godric Gryffindor."
Black Tez smiled as he began the fifth line, a fifth bloodline that not many knew. "And then one mans stands above them all."
Harry knew this one, he had learned of the greatest wizard ever, "Merlin."
"Yes. He was the most powerful in his time, even in death. It was Merlin who was our child of mixing lines. We had given him a rare gift, a gift of bloodlines from almost three of us. Those of his gift have the blood of two Goddesses mixed with God of Hell's blood. You are a child of this mixture, Harry Potter. A mixture of Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Mitnal."
Stunned at those words, Harry could only blink. "The Potter bloodline are one of the rare families of the mixture of Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Mitnal. Another bloodline of a rare mixture is your professor, Severus Snape. The Snape's are a mixture of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Mitnal. Not only that the Snape's and Potter's were also great allies to the most powerful pure-blooded families, at least until most of the bloodlines began to fall through."
It was then Harry understood that the rarer bloodlines were children of two goddesses and one god but he couldn't believe Severus Snape was a child of that line as well, or that his father and Snape's family were allies long ago. But they still had yet to answer his question, in which they beat him to it.
Pythia knew the young teenager wanted to know his purpose, therefore she quickly interrupted the history lesson to start the present. Almost 200 years ago I was the chambermaid for a powerful family. The lady and master of the house sent me away with hopes that a family secret would never be seen. This family had a prophesy exclaiming the future meeting of two equals, one light and one dark. This future described you and Tom Riddle. Through those long years, I had to keep everyone in the dark about the prophesy. I was the one who change quite a few of the truer prophesies and kept the truth away.
Emerald eyes blinked, You were not ready, child. You could not face your enemy now or in the future. No one has ever told you of your heritage and those of the rare bloodlines always knew of their heritage. Should you have been told, you would have been trained. Yes, you are a wizard and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would have trained you well, but you would have needed to call out to us. We would have been the ones to nurture the power within your being, brought it to the surface, and helped you defeat the darkness.
"My parents could have lived if that was true."
They knew he missed not having his parents, losing them when he was just a child. No, child. Your parents weren't strong enough. But your father did carry the gene that would have given you the power. Yes, the Potters were a rare pureblood but the gene skipped in generations needed to bring forth this power.
Lowering his head, Harry said nothing as they continued. Your death should have not happened, but when it did it woke Black Tez from his eternal sleep. A sleep to be disturbed by the presence of his endangered heirs by darkness. Now your enemy shall pay dearly.
Sighing, Harry knew all to well about the deeds he had to do, "What must I do?"
Black Tez grew angered at the knowledge that his heir believed he was worth nothing but destroying their enemy. "No, my child. Your one purpose may have been to destroy this Dark Lord but that should have been with our assistance and training. Because this has never happened, it will be I, Black Tez, who shall take this purpose upon my shoulders. It will be my army who will fight back in your name."
At those words the four females suddenly disappeared, flying on the back of the Night Mares with the Valkyries to announce the God of Hell's decision. At those words a young sixteen year old boy finally felt free, comforted by the knowledge he would never have to be the saviour of the world, but only a normal teenage wizard.
