Chapter 4: Revelations of All Kinds

The talk with Mrs. Weasely was a long one. At first she demanded to know what happened. Then she wanted to know why none of her children had helped Harry. She had also berated Harry for doing something so dangerous and couldn't believe that he had dispensed of twenty Death Eaters before a single Order member arrived.

She also yelled at Harry saying how disappointed in him she was for killing someone. That seemed to be the last straw. The teens were calmly answering all her questions and explaining what had happened. They were polite and to the point. Yet when Mrs. Weasely screamed at Harry for killing Bellatrix Lestrange, that was the last straw.

Ginny couldn't tell what was worth, hearing her mother say that to Harry or watching Harry nod like he had gone through his whole life being blamed for something that was beyond his control. That was when Ginny remembered that's how his life had been life for the first ten years and then every summer.

"Mom! You have no right to say that to Harry. You weren't there! Twenty Death Eaters were trying to kill us, or should I say him because he made us take cover and hide. Twenty, mom, against one! They were shouting the killing curse and the pain curse so many times it was impossible to keep track. Harry had managed to take down eleven before Bellatrix told him to either join Voldemort or die. They threatened to kill him and they tried to kill him! He acted out of self defense and only, ONLY, killed Lestrange. She was a horrible person, mum. She had killed and tortured so many, hurting more in her wake. Yet she still would be doing it if Harry hadn't stopped her." Ginny screamed at her mother trying to knock some sense into her.

"He didn't even use the killing curse, mom," Ron continued. "He used a disintegration curse on her. She had a chance to block it, but she didn't. After Harry had finished getting the rest of them, the Order shows up. This is what Dumbledore said to Harry, 'Excellent, Harry. But did you need to use such brutality?' I mean come on, mum. It wasn't his fault and he did his best to protect us. And guess what, he won!"

Before Mrs. Weasely could formulate a response, there was a knock on the door and Hermione rushed in followed by the rest of the Weasely clan. "Oh, we just found out! Are you guys okay? How did you get twenty of them? What happened?"

There were so many questions that they just ended up retelling the tail once again. Thankfully, it was done mostly by Ron and the twins. Harry was just tired and wanted to rest. By the time they finished Harry was ready to excuse himself.

He was stopped by Hermione asking one question, one that no one had really thought of, "Where did the sword come from though? I mean, if it really was Godric Gryffindor's than it should be in the Headmaster's office. You can't just call and banish something like that at Hogwarts."

Knowing the question was meant for him Harry answered in a tired voice. "For off, anything is possible. Second, it's a really long story and I'll tell it to you tomorrow. Right now I'm out it, though, and would like some rest. Mrs. Weasely, do you mind if I stay here tonight, I'm too exhausted to apperate?"

"Of course, dear. Ginny, would you mind helping him get settled?" Molly answered.

Getting up from her chair next to Harry's Ginny started to lead him up the stairs. Suddenly he lost balance and started to fall, landing hard on the stair in front of him. "Harry, oh my gosh, are you okay?"

Coming over to help lift Harry up, Bill felt something hot under his hand. His hand currently on Harry's chest pushing him to a standing position. "Did you have on that talisman today, Harry?"

"I always have them on," Harry replied. At their puzzled looks from the word them Harry tried to elaborate, "My parents had left me a talisman as well in my family vault. I had that and Ginny's on now. Why does it matter?"

"Harry, talismans protect you and reduce the effects of curses. Using one is tiring, two is near impossible to use and still do magic at the level you used. During the fight they became a part of you and your overall energy, but now that you're not using your magic, they're replenishing their energies by drawing on yours. You'll really need to rest and it would help if Ginny were near the one she made because it will reduce the strain on you." It seemed complicated, but the way Bill said it, it did make sense.

"Come on, Harry. Let's get you to my room. It's closer and has enough room for two," Ginny said. As she and Bill helped Harry to the room they realized how much the battle had taken from him.

His robes were torn and his arm bloody from the cutting curse. He could barely stand on his own. Finally they reached Ginny's room. Once there, they got Harry's torn cloak off and then went to remove his battle robes. When the battle robes were off, it was all the two siblings could do from crying out at the site before them.

Harry's chest had two marks on it, one a lightening bolt and the other a spike. It looked like the talisman's had branded him. Oh, Harry is just going to love his two new scars when he wakes up.

Lying him down on the bed, Ginny checked his pockets. Hitting something she pulled out three shrunken items. "Hey, Bill, could you change these back to their regular sizes for me?"

Doing as his sister requested, Bill enlarged the items. One was a beautiful ruby necklace. It had small rubies on a white gold chain making a circle. Hanging down from the front was a bigger ruby with a white gold engraving of a griffin on it. It was absolutely stunning, and it must have expensive.

Turning to the next item, Ginny read the title of a book called "Magic in All Shapes, Forms, and Sizes". Looking closer Ginny read a publish date of 1543. Wonder where he got this, she couldn't help but think. It isn't every day someone walks around with a book in their pocket.

The last thing pulled from the pocket was an ornate dagger. It seemed to shine and reflect whatever light hit it. It had a beautiful carving in the blade and the handle felt so smooth. "Why didn't he use this is the fight, it would've been great?" Ginny muttered.

Bill had obviously heard her, "Because, little sis, that dagger looks like a throwing dagger. Meant for one purpose, to kill. It seems Harry is a little reluctant to do that still, which is a good thing I might add. Now come on. Get into bed, you need your rest too. Not that I think you'll mind, but try to keep a hand around the lightening talisman at all times. I'll leave so you can change and I'll explain to mum what's going on." With that said and done, Bill left two tired teenagers in order to find one mother who won't be in a good mood.

Once bill had left, Ginny undressed and changed back into her sleeping cloths from the morning. She then got up and laid down on her bed next to Harry, snuggling close for warmth. She found the talisman and held on tight, afraid of letting Harry go.

"Ron, what do you think Harry is hiding?" a tired Hermione asked. She was stuck sharing a room with him tonight because Harry stole her spot. At least there are two beds in this room.

Ron was lying on his back staring up at his orange ceiling when he finally answered, "I'm not sure. It's pretty obvious that he's changed, but I miss the old Harry. This new one acts like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, when our Harry would just worry about those that he knew and cared for."

"He still is our Harry, Ron. But I do know what you mean. What I don't get is why he would walk around with a battle robe, two talismans, and two wands just when going over for a trip to his friend's house. It was like he was expecting an attack."

"You didn't see him, Hermione. In about 2 minutes half the Death Eaters were down. He didn't even use his wand arm. He was firing spells with his left using a wand we haven't seen before and attacking people physically with a sword. I honestly don't know how Harry could have done that, even if he practiced all summer."

"Let's just call it a night, Ron. We'll ask him in the morning. Oh yea, it's good to see you again," Hermione said with a slight smile.

Ron grinned back, "It's always good to see you, Hermione."

It was bright when Harry awoke next. The first thing that registered was that he only had pants on. Then he realized there was a comfortable weight resting on him. Opening his eyes to the new day, Harry found out where he was and what was going on.

Ginny was still sleeping, her hand holding the talisman she had given him. Her hair was flowing across his chest, tickling him. Noticing the time was a little after noon, Harry decided they should get up. "Hey, Gin, it's past noon. We should probably head downstairs. And I want to let you know that you fit perfectly into my side," he added playfully.

Ginny's response was a smack in the arm, though it was weak from having just woken up. "I'm thirsty, why don't you get me a drink and I'll just sleep?"

With a flick of his wrist, glass of water appeared in Harry's hand. "Here you go, and if you go back to sleep I'll pour it on you."

Unfortunately for Ginny, she didn't take him seriously. Turning over to go back to sleep, she was rudely awaken by a glass of cold water being thrown on her. "Harry James Potter! You are dead, and don't expect me to ever help you again!" Before she could finish telling him off, Harry had grabbed his plain t-shirt and rushed from the room.

Stumbling down the last few steps while trying to get the shirt on, Harry noticed a group of people assembled in the kitchen. "So what's for breakfast?" he asked cheerily.

"Well, for you, I'd say an extremely mad red head. We know some good hiding places if you want," Fred offered.

"But you must tell us what you did first. She hasn't yelled like that in a long time!" George continued.

Harry grinned in return, "It's kind of funny actually. She wouldn't wake up, but than she asked for a glass of water. I conjured one and said if she didn't get up I'd pour it on her. She didn't take me seriously so she's drenched in cold water right now." Everyone laughed at Ginny's expense and Fred and George had a mischievous glint in their eyes.

Mr. Weasely was the first one to become serious, "Actually, Harry, we were hoping you could shed some light on things. I probably know the most considering I've dueled you before, but we still don't know how you learned everything you did. I doubt Moody even knows half of what you did."

Harry sighed, how many times was going to have to explain this? "Let's wait until Ginny gets here, I don't want to have to tell it any more."

A stomping could be heard from the stairwell quickly followed by a loud crack. The crack wasn't from someone apperating though; it was from Harry receiving a slap so hard he had five fingerprints on his cheek. "I'm here, so what was it that you were going to say, Harry?"

"You slap like you've had lots of practice, Gin. I just hope you don't do it again."

"Stop stalling, Potter, we know you better than that. Just tell us what's been going on. And if it still hurts later I'll give her this lotion Fred and George used to cherish," Ginny replied.

Fred looked indignant while George replied, "We only needed the stuff because you hit us so many times! So we stole a doll here and there, no reason to leave a mark on us."

Fred just muttered, "You're lucky, Harry, that was a restrained slap. It gets worse."

Everyone shared a laugh until all eyes once more fell on Harry Potter.

Deciding to just get it over with, Harry started to explain. "It's a long story, as I keep saying, so I'm going to give u the abbreviated version. Basically, I had found a way into Voldemort's mind and gained all of his knowledge in areas of spell casting and combat. It's really complicated but now I know the same things he does in muggle fighting, spells, curses, charms, occlumency, and the like. I'm able to duel so well because I had Mad Eye, Tonks, and Remus training me in their personal dueling styles and teaching me how to use the information I have and make it flow. So far I can take on half the Order, including the one time I got Dumbledore out of surprise."

A stunned silence filled the room until Hermione felt brave enough and asked, "Does that mean the Voldemort can do wandless magic like you can?"

Harry smiled at the question, "Anyone can do wandless magic, Hermione. So people just have more of an affinity for it, like my really old ancestor did. I have his same gifted ability at wandless magic and can do practically any spell with it, once I've mastered the spell that is. But yes, Voldemort can do wandless magic, just not multiple spells at one time."
"You mean the way you shot five stunners out of your hand?" Ginny questioned. Harry nodded. They all looked awed.

Ron had the next question Harry had expected, "Harry, who was your ancestor?"

Harry had a huge grin on his face before he answered, "Godric Gryffindor."

Flashback:

It was the beginning of July. The training was going well and Harry's progress was remarkable. It was 6:15, just finished for a day's hard work. Harry had taken to looking through his family heirlooms after his practices. He was now on his seventh and last chest to go through.

What was interesting about this chest was that there was no label explaining what was inside. Taking care, Harry opened the lid slowly. The inside was amazing! It was all lined with red velvet and had gold on the edges. It looked like a Gryffindor Common Room.

Reaching in, Harry took out the first object. It was a shield, made of what looked like solid gold. On the back of the shield was a Gryffindor lion. It fit perfectly in Harry's arm and was as light as a feather. Putting it aside, Harry withdrew another item. This one happened to be a griffin earring. It had a red ruby in it and was once again made from gold.

The last item in the chest was a sheath, a sword sheath. The weird thing was, there was no sword. Taking a closer look at the holder, Harry noticed the name Godric Gryffindor written in gold running up the side. Entranced by the sheath, he had failed to notice a letter sitting on the bottom of the box. Lifting it up Harry found out about his past, or more of his very distant past.

Dear Descendant,

If you are reading this, than you are truly a descendant of me, Godric Gryffindor. You will find some of my personal favorites that will help you in the quest of the light. The first is my favorite shield, given to me by my father and his father before him. It will repel any physical attack and should block all curses that come in contact with it.

The next heirloom I leave is a simple griffin earring. A griffin was my animagus form and this will help you enhance your normal senses while wearing it. It should let you hear whispers if you will it and will let you be able to smell like a pup at a command.

The last thing I leave you is my sword. If the sword is missing than that means you have already called it to you. With a thought it will return to the sheath, and can be once again called to you. I recommend you take advantage of this, and my sword can act as a wand as well, yet it channels your power better and is more powerful than any wand.

Lastly I will leave you with some advice. I trust that all is well in the world, but if it isn't remember that love is a powerful ally. Don't forget to live.

Farewell my Descendant, Godric Gryffindor

P.S. You might find that your wandless magic is growing enormously, do not fret, it runs in the family.

End Flashback

"And that's how I found out," Harry finished. The whole room was sitting in awed silence and everyone seemed to shocked to speak.

Finally Charlie managed to same something, "Can we see the sword? And I think you should carry it around on you instead of one of the wands, look stronger and will be easier to use if your magic ever fails."

"I might take your advice, Charlie. But carrying more than one wand isn't for me. What if someone loses their wand? It's for those that I battle with and as you said to look imposing and deter the Death Eaters from attacking," Harry replied. Then with a flick of his wrist the sword appeared.