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"Ah Harry my boy, your heart feels some what lighter, it's about time." Godric had commented, as soon as Harry had entered training.
"Ok Harry, let's review over what you have done. Gymnastics, Tumbling, Ballet – all for footwork and balance, good for fights. Then weapons training, with Muggle and magical weapons and also martial arts. Your wandless magic is amazing; even I myself couldn't do any spell without a wand. You are better that way than with a normal wand, more power behind the spells, but save that, do what they least expect, on the day of the final battle. Remember, your own wand won't work against Voldemort. Your element training is definitely going well, those elements should be very handy. (They are Fire, Earth, Water, Air, Lightning, Wind, Rain and Ice). Now, we are going to work on your magical power. After this, you will be able to attack many people at once, useful against Death Eaters I must add." Merlin reviewed the situation, and training soon began, after warming up of course.
Extensive training for the next few hours, and Harry battling with them both, they were all exhausted afterwards, so cut the training short, so Harry could get more physical rest, especially since he had to get up early for his training with Tonks. (Harry seems to get A LOT of training, doesn't he?)
Harry awoke by his internal clock, which he set for 6.50am so he would have half an hour to get ready.
Quietly getting dressed, washed and gathering his schoolbooks, he quietly left his dorm and proceeded to Tonk's quarters.
When he arrived, she opened the door, looking very cheerful (HOW people can be so cheerful in the morning, I will NEVER know).
"Hiya Harry. You ready?" She asked, enthusiasm coming out of her ears.
"Yeah, I can't wait, especially since we are off today, as it is a Friday." Equally enthusiastic.
She guided him inside, and led him to some mirrors.
"Now Harry, this is actually quite simple, more so for someone like yourself. So I'll explain it easily and we'll give it a try."
After giving quite a simple explanation, (picturing what your features are to be like) she guided him towards one of the mirrors.
"Now Harry, I'll understand if you don't get it first time, but don't worry, you probably will – even I did. Now, focus. What do you want to look like?"
Harry pondered this and thought, finally coming to a decision.
"Ok Harry, now focus."
Within the blink of an eye, his eyes had changed colour, his nose had changed shape, and facial and body features where mostly different.
"Cool Harry, I like the highlights in the hair. You know, your scar's gone, so no one would recognise you. Maybe you should try that out later." Tonks giggled and Harry laughed, imagining what could happen. If he had figured this out before, he would not have had to have that disgusting Polyjuice Potion in his second year!
After Tonks finished teaching him to change his height, and to alter his voice, it was now time for a late weekend breakfast.
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The weekend flew by and on Sunday night he entered his training once more, but this time, Godric was holding a package, which he handed to Harry.
"Harry, inside this package is a few necessities that we have agreed that you shall need."
Curious, Harry opened the package and in front of him laid a few things. Merlin explained.
"The first is Dragon Hide of a Hungarian Horntail. I believe you know these type of dragons well." Harry grinned. "This is the strongest defence against normal curses etcetera, but is pretty much useless against unforgivables." Harry nodded.
Next, he presented him with a long parcel. Taking it out of it's wrapping, he stared amazed. It was a beautiful pure white staff, with designs of Phoenixes flying. It also had a firey (Not a proper word, but the only way to describe it) green gem on top.
"Yes Harry, it's my staff, I especially like the design of the Phoenix's, and you deserve it, it will defiantly help you. It will be with you at all times, just focus on it and it will appear. Use it well, train with it. Also, to go with this staff, here."
Harry opened the parcel to find a pure white robe, a lightning bolt and a Phoenix crossed over, with a Griffin beside them.
"Harry, when you want to wear them, just concentrate on them. They radiate off power, love, and protection. Death Eaters would run away scared like little girls. They are the only kind in this world; the hood will mask your face. Your staff can fit in here. The Scabbard around the back, which blends with the robes. Only you can wear this, only you can wield this power, only you can wield this staff and only you can use the power of the Heir of the Legends to defeat this great evil.
Harry smiled. "Wow, you are such a compassionate speech maker, aren't you?" Godric grinned.
"That's not all, give me your watch.
Harry watched curiously as he added another 2 buttons. (I know I said 9 buttons before, it should have been 10, sorry, now he has 12 after adding this other button.)
"Harry, these buttons I'm adding is for another compartment, the first a room of requirement. We thought it would come in use. Especially with all your training. Also, we have added a duelling room, for you to train in; with targets and moving practice dummies, which fire spells back at you and which actually take the form of who you want. If you've had an argument, it may go into this person if you desire, especially this Malfoy person who you hate.
Harry grinned, accepted the watch, and imagined stuffing Malfoy in the duelling room, put it back on.
"Harry, there is one thing I neglected to tell you before."
Harry looked up.
"As you will notice tomorrow, you will start taking on some parts of our personalities. For example, Hogwarts will realise you as my true heir, and will recognise you as such. You will find that portraits will let you in without a password, even to the Headmasters office, behind that gargoyle. You will start to look a little like us. Have you realised before that we have the same colour of eyes, the same hair colour (once) everything?"
Harry shook his head, he should have realised that.
"Well, here's what I normally look like, taking of the "Old Guy" thing." ("OY" shouted Merlin.)
Harry was amazed; it looked like himself. The hair was as black and as messy as ever, however it was short and spiked up, highlighted with blue at the tips, the only difference was that Godric was a little older, wiser, and more mature even. They were actually the same height of about 6'1" or so.
Harry noticed a tattoo on his arm. The same as on his robes.
"Well Harry, you have that too, on your right arm, high up, about 10 centimetres from your shoulder joint. Be careful, if anyone else sees thins, they will realise who you are."
Harry nodded dumbly. He couldn't even show Ron, Hermione or Ginny.
Whenever he told them where he had gotten this, he had said that it was a present, his new powers, they mistook for magical maturity. Oh boy, were they going to be angry if he said.
Suddenly, the room started to go dark.
"It appears you're waking up. Good luck. Your stuff is going to be directly moved to your trunk and we also have visitors tomorrow for you to meet."
Harry, pleased with this, now was consumed with the darkness, and suddenly awoke. The room was quiet. It was amazing, just being in the Prefect rooms (sorry, I forgot to mention it before, I will now.)
It was amazing. When they arrived here, they had been too tired to check it out.
They had a separate staircase, which led here, with a portrait of a Griffin. This one was the exact same as the one on his robes, no one knew this of course.
His room was on the right, Hermione's on the left. Their rooms were the same.
The carpet was a rich, velvety red. The four-poster bed had soft red cover and pillows, but for the Gryffindor symbols on them. The walls were also plush red, with gold highlights.
The bathroom (they had one bathroom each) was the exact same as the prefect's bathroom which Cedric had told him about in his fourth year. Only this one had taps with lion handles, some gold and red highlighted marble and red and gold towels and bathrobes (as well as a selection of comfy slippers).
It was amazing.
Harry lay in bed, thinking about how he would need to get up and get ready when something quite amazing happened.
He was suddenly in the bathroom.
"What the..." Harry thought.
Suddenly, Gryffindor's voice came into his head.
"I told you the castle would be treating you differently."
"How? What happened there? One minute I was lying, thinking about how I needed to get ready, then the next second, I am in the bathroom."
"Well Harry, this is what I meant. You can apparate in this castle, only you, as you are my heir. I would say Merlin's as well, but he wasn't involved in the making of Hogwarts."
"Wow. Well, I actually do need to get ready, I have my metamophmagus training with Tonks, and I need to hurry, I don't want to be late."
Suddenly, Harry felt as if he had been in the shower, and he was actually ready for the day, his bag packed, and his teeth cleaned. His Gryffindor robes now fresh and soft. Sixth years didn't have to wear uniform underneath, so he chose a pair of comfortable combat trousers, a pair of comfortable trainers (sneakers to all those Americans, runners to the Canadians) and a comfortable long sleeved shirt. Also, he had his Dragon Hide underneath, his staff in the scabbard on his back, which blended in with his clothes and a few muggle weapons, including a sword he had made himself, which he had enchanted to grow hot whenever a death eater was near.
"Wow, this is brilliant. I will never be late for class, I can just apparate anywhere now. Can I apparate into the castle from anywhere else?"
"Yes Harry. I used to do it all the time. Funny. Oh, you should have seen Rowena's face, how funny it was!"
"Godric, were you ever married to Rowena?"
"Yes, I was. Why were you asking?"
"No, I was just wondering, because I think that I know were I got my 'sudden' thirst for knowledge from."
"You are correct. When I told her that she laughed. She would be your... well... Great Grandmother, 20 times or so removed. It has been over 1,000 years after all."
"Well, I guess I better get to Tonks' rooms."
"No sooner thought than done."
He was indeed right, for now he was right outside Tonks' quarters.
"Well Harry, if you need me, think 'Godric' three times. I will be here. Farewell."
"Bye, thanks very much."
"No problems Harry, none at all."
Harry knocked on the portrait, waiting.
Tonks suddenly came to the door and the training began.
He changed into a few people, including Tonks herself, which she found a hoot.
Though a tiny, miniscule problem began whenever he changed back to his original form.
"Harry, I said go back to normal form."
"I am. What are you talking about?"
She stared at him, figuring out that he was actually confused.
"Look Harry."
She held a mirror out, which he took and he gasped.
He was the same as Godric the other night, every last detail; luckily, he was like himself, only different. The scar was still there, however it was now lined with gold.
Tonks stared at Harry, realising who he looked like.
Not known to many, she had once found a very old portrait, this of the founders.
It was now in a room in Dumbledore's office, she had only ever shown him it, but she had seen Godric, and at once remembered his details. She had been in Gryffindor house after all.
Harry, realising what she was thinking, ('I can read minds as well! Great!') grabbed her arm and apparated her with him to Dumbledore's office.
She looked amazed, but Harry knew that she would have to be told, after all, she knew who he looked like, he couldn't hide that.
The gargoyle opened itself ('Godric was right. Brilliant!') and he led her up.
He was about to knock on the door whenever it opened itself, so he let Tonks go through first and the sat down.
That second, Dumbledore came out, looked at Harry and the twinkling of his would nearly blind anyone, apart from Harry, whose eyes twinkled even more so.
"Harry..." Dumbledore stared, looking as though he knew what happened.
"I know sir, you were told last night in a dream, as they Godric told me earlier. They actually said for you to come to training tonight. You would be brought there whenever you fell asleep."
Dumbledore smiled. Even after all these years, the childish glee could still be felt. Meeting the two people who had always been his heroes would be astounding.
Harry, reading these thoughts said, "Well, I guess you want to know why Tonks is here."
Dumbledore, as if just realising that she was here, nodded.
"Well, you see..." He explained what had happened, even Dumbledore surprised about the apparition in the school.
"Well Harry, what about this information with Tonks, as you know, Tonks had found an old painting of the four founders, Godric was the exact same, just as he showed you last night (Tonks' jaw dropped).
"Well, I trust her. She may be sometimes clumsy ('Understatement' he heard Tonks say) but I would trust her with my life and so I think it's fine for her to know."
Tonks' eyes watered, Harry showing trust in her was something amazing, as she had always thought of Harry as a little brother.
She pulled Harry into a hug, and as if the charming, funny and flirtatious Godric came into play, he said, "Well, one more admirer for the Harry Potter Club then." He said in a joking way.
Tonks laughed and gently punched his arm.
Dumbledore saw the way Harry acted here, a new person, more confident and charming than before. "Must be like they said." Thought Dumbledore.
"Well, I'm off. I've got to go to breakfast, as I think you have to do to. Actually, let's all go down together, it's easier that way." Harry said.
They all agreed and soon they walked into the hall, it fell silent, but those who had just entered, not for the fact that they had walked in together, but the fact that Harry was now different. His looks, his confidence, and the way the power radiated off him. He sat down, as if not noticing while Tonks and Dumbledore continued to the staff table.
The Hall continued staring at him, but he continued eating as if nothing was wrong, in fact, it was so quiet that he called on Godric to talk to, just so that he had SOMEONE to talk to. After, he talked to Dumbledore, who looked around for the voice, to hear it inside his head. Chuckling softly he talked to Harry.
"Why are they so SILENT? It's doing my head in sir."
"Harry, whenever we are talking alone, or not in public, please call me Albus."
"Ok s...Albus."
"In answer to your question, they are a little shocked."
This was true. The occupants in the hall saw that Harry looked different, more powerful, and the twinkle in his eyes rivalled even Dumbledore's.
"That's true. But still, I am getting a little annoyed."
"Understandable Harry. Ah, here's Minerva now with your timetable."
As if on schedule, Professor McGonagall gave him a piece of parchment and looked at him normally, which was a relief.
His timetable showed his 4 selected classes. (DADA, Charms, Transfiguration and Potions). He had taken the minimum amount of required classes, as he wanted more time to rain, and so Dumbledore had organised it as such.
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He arrived first to class, sitting down at his desk and getting his books and equipment out. The rest of the students followed and were all ready by the time that Snape strode into the dungeons, robes billowing out behind him, a look of utmost hate lingered on his face.
"Welcome to NEWT Potions. It is good to see that we lost some the dunces that we had last year." (Looking over at the space were some Gryffindors once sat. This class was the only 6th year class as so few had gotten into this class). "I am disappointed to see that somehow, some people managed to get into this class (mostly looking at Harry, and surprisingly Neville, who had actually fainted when he had received his results.) Out of pure luck, but I can guarantee that one mistake, and you are out of this class faster than you can say 'Potion'."
"Now, today we are going to start on a very difficult potion, one that is highly regulated by the ministry and does not have a known antidote. This is Veritaserum. Now, can anyone explain what this is? Mr Potter?" Snape said, hoping to catch Harry out.
"Veritaserum is a powerful truth potion, which can make people spill their innermost secrets, answering the questions they are asked, and as you had said before Professor, it has no known antidote."
Snape looked stunned.
"Now..." He continued, looking at Harry unusually, "this Potion will be done by yourselves, so people cannot get credit for others work. Now, collect your ingredients and begin."
The class hurried to start and Harry laughed.
What they didn't know is that he had also been taught potions by Godric and Merlin, some even forgotten, one of which WAS an antidote to Veritaserum, he had made it, and made a batch, just one, that he had taken, that would never allow it to work on him.
Harry had also made Veritaserum before. He had remembered every spell, potion and book given to him, and so he began.
After an hour, Snape told them, "You should now be finished, and we are going to test them."
The class clearly everything else away, except of course for a batch of their Potion.
"I doubt any of you got it right, however, I have been told to try it. Mr Potter, why don't we have you up here with your Potion."
This is actually what the class wanted; they wanted to find out why he had changed so much.
Snape sniffed it and looked stunned.
"Mr Potter, this is indeed a fine potion, an O I give it." He said quietly to Harry.
"Now, sit down and we will test it."
Harry obliged and the class looked excited.
Snape put 3 drops on his tongue and people asked to question him, but not until Snape had asked some things.
"What is your name?"
"Harry James Potter."
"Why are you different this morning? What happened to you?"
"None of your business sir."
The class gasped.
"It's not working sir, he made it wrong." Draco Malfoy smirked. Getting Harry in trouble with Snape was his favourite pastime.
"No Mr. Malfoy, it is indeed correct, though he shows some resistance. Class dismissed."
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The day was not so long after this. After Potions it was lunch and after that there was a free period. Every day he had one class, all after lunch, apart from Potions on a Monday morning.
The night came, as did training and also, Dumbledore. (As I have said earlier, he was asked).
Dumbledore was amazed and watched on intently as Harry put on his robes, and his used his staff, weapons and other things to duel the other 2 men and win. Gryffindor and Merlin none the less.
Dumbledore enjoyed himself thoroughly, especially whenever Godric gave him something he would always treasure.
"Here you are Albus. You are of course welcome back, but I know you will like this."
The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was as bright as 1,000,000 candles.
He opened the parcel and smiled like there was no tomorrow. For there was a box, no only that, but it was shaped like a lemon drop, and more so, it was a refillable box that would always refill itself with Lemon drops.
"Oh no, I'm going to be plagued with offers for Lemon Drops. I've added to the obsession!" Harry thought, but realised for the first time that Dumbledore looked truly happy. He had not been the same for a while after Sirius, however, he now looked back to normal.
Dumbledore thanked the profusely, promising to come back the next night, and Harry fell into the darkness of another rising day. -------------------------- Again, sorry about the delay! Please R/R!!!
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"Ah Harry my boy, your heart feels some what lighter, it's about time." Godric had commented, as soon as Harry had entered training.
"Ok Harry, let's review over what you have done. Gymnastics, Tumbling, Ballet – all for footwork and balance, good for fights. Then weapons training, with Muggle and magical weapons and also martial arts. Your wandless magic is amazing; even I myself couldn't do any spell without a wand. You are better that way than with a normal wand, more power behind the spells, but save that, do what they least expect, on the day of the final battle. Remember, your own wand won't work against Voldemort. Your element training is definitely going well, those elements should be very handy. (They are Fire, Earth, Water, Air, Lightning, Wind, Rain and Ice). Now, we are going to work on your magical power. After this, you will be able to attack many people at once, useful against Death Eaters I must add." Merlin reviewed the situation, and training soon began, after warming up of course.
Extensive training for the next few hours, and Harry battling with them both, they were all exhausted afterwards, so cut the training short, so Harry could get more physical rest, especially since he had to get up early for his training with Tonks. (Harry seems to get A LOT of training, doesn't he?)
Harry awoke by his internal clock, which he set for 6.50am so he would have half an hour to get ready.
Quietly getting dressed, washed and gathering his schoolbooks, he quietly left his dorm and proceeded to Tonk's quarters.
When he arrived, she opened the door, looking very cheerful (HOW people can be so cheerful in the morning, I will NEVER know).
"Hiya Harry. You ready?" She asked, enthusiasm coming out of her ears.
"Yeah, I can't wait, especially since we are off today, as it is a Friday." Equally enthusiastic.
She guided him inside, and led him to some mirrors.
"Now Harry, this is actually quite simple, more so for someone like yourself. So I'll explain it easily and we'll give it a try."
After giving quite a simple explanation, (picturing what your features are to be like) she guided him towards one of the mirrors.
"Now Harry, I'll understand if you don't get it first time, but don't worry, you probably will – even I did. Now, focus. What do you want to look like?"
Harry pondered this and thought, finally coming to a decision.
"Ok Harry, now focus."
Within the blink of an eye, his eyes had changed colour, his nose had changed shape, and facial and body features where mostly different.
"Cool Harry, I like the highlights in the hair. You know, your scar's gone, so no one would recognise you. Maybe you should try that out later." Tonks giggled and Harry laughed, imagining what could happen. If he had figured this out before, he would not have had to have that disgusting Polyjuice Potion in his second year!
After Tonks finished teaching him to change his height, and to alter his voice, it was now time for a late weekend breakfast.
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The weekend flew by and on Sunday night he entered his training once more, but this time, Godric was holding a package, which he handed to Harry.
"Harry, inside this package is a few necessities that we have agreed that you shall need."
Curious, Harry opened the package and in front of him laid a few things. Merlin explained.
"The first is Dragon Hide of a Hungarian Horntail. I believe you know these type of dragons well." Harry grinned. "This is the strongest defence against normal curses etcetera, but is pretty much useless against unforgivables." Harry nodded.
Next, he presented him with a long parcel. Taking it out of it's wrapping, he stared amazed. It was a beautiful pure white staff, with designs of Phoenixes flying. It also had a firey (Not a proper word, but the only way to describe it) green gem on top.
"Yes Harry, it's my staff, I especially like the design of the Phoenix's, and you deserve it, it will defiantly help you. It will be with you at all times, just focus on it and it will appear. Use it well, train with it. Also, to go with this staff, here."
Harry opened the parcel to find a pure white robe, a lightning bolt and a Phoenix crossed over, with a Griffin beside them.
"Harry, when you want to wear them, just concentrate on them. They radiate off power, love, and protection. Death Eaters would run away scared like little girls. They are the only kind in this world; the hood will mask your face. Your staff can fit in here. The Scabbard around the back, which blends with the robes. Only you can wear this, only you can wield this power, only you can wield this staff and only you can use the power of the Heir of the Legends to defeat this great evil.
Harry smiled. "Wow, you are such a compassionate speech maker, aren't you?" Godric grinned.
"That's not all, give me your watch.
Harry watched curiously as he added another 2 buttons. (I know I said 9 buttons before, it should have been 10, sorry, now he has 12 after adding this other button.)
"Harry, these buttons I'm adding is for another compartment, the first a room of requirement. We thought it would come in use. Especially with all your training. Also, we have added a duelling room, for you to train in; with targets and moving practice dummies, which fire spells back at you and which actually take the form of who you want. If you've had an argument, it may go into this person if you desire, especially this Malfoy person who you hate.
Harry grinned, accepted the watch, and imagined stuffing Malfoy in the duelling room, put it back on.
"Harry, there is one thing I neglected to tell you before."
Harry looked up.
"As you will notice tomorrow, you will start taking on some parts of our personalities. For example, Hogwarts will realise you as my true heir, and will recognise you as such. You will find that portraits will let you in without a password, even to the Headmasters office, behind that gargoyle. You will start to look a little like us. Have you realised before that we have the same colour of eyes, the same hair colour (once) everything?"
Harry shook his head, he should have realised that.
"Well, here's what I normally look like, taking of the "Old Guy" thing." ("OY" shouted Merlin.)
Harry was amazed; it looked like himself. The hair was as black and as messy as ever, however it was short and spiked up, highlighted with blue at the tips, the only difference was that Godric was a little older, wiser, and more mature even. They were actually the same height of about 6'1" or so.
Harry noticed a tattoo on his arm. The same as on his robes.
"Well Harry, you have that too, on your right arm, high up, about 10 centimetres from your shoulder joint. Be careful, if anyone else sees thins, they will realise who you are."
Harry nodded dumbly. He couldn't even show Ron, Hermione or Ginny.
Whenever he told them where he had gotten this, he had said that it was a present, his new powers, they mistook for magical maturity. Oh boy, were they going to be angry if he said.
Suddenly, the room started to go dark.
"It appears you're waking up. Good luck. Your stuff is going to be directly moved to your trunk and we also have visitors tomorrow for you to meet."
Harry, pleased with this, now was consumed with the darkness, and suddenly awoke. The room was quiet. It was amazing, just being in the Prefect rooms (sorry, I forgot to mention it before, I will now.)
It was amazing. When they arrived here, they had been too tired to check it out.
They had a separate staircase, which led here, with a portrait of a Griffin. This one was the exact same as the one on his robes, no one knew this of course.
His room was on the right, Hermione's on the left. Their rooms were the same.
The carpet was a rich, velvety red. The four-poster bed had soft red cover and pillows, but for the Gryffindor symbols on them. The walls were also plush red, with gold highlights.
The bathroom (they had one bathroom each) was the exact same as the prefect's bathroom which Cedric had told him about in his fourth year. Only this one had taps with lion handles, some gold and red highlighted marble and red and gold towels and bathrobes (as well as a selection of comfy slippers).
It was amazing.
Harry lay in bed, thinking about how he would need to get up and get ready when something quite amazing happened.
He was suddenly in the bathroom.
"What the..." Harry thought.
Suddenly, Gryffindor's voice came into his head.
"I told you the castle would be treating you differently."
"How? What happened there? One minute I was lying, thinking about how I needed to get ready, then the next second, I am in the bathroom."
"Well Harry, this is what I meant. You can apparate in this castle, only you, as you are my heir. I would say Merlin's as well, but he wasn't involved in the making of Hogwarts."
"Wow. Well, I actually do need to get ready, I have my metamophmagus training with Tonks, and I need to hurry, I don't want to be late."
Suddenly, Harry felt as if he had been in the shower, and he was actually ready for the day, his bag packed, and his teeth cleaned. His Gryffindor robes now fresh and soft. Sixth years didn't have to wear uniform underneath, so he chose a pair of comfortable combat trousers, a pair of comfortable trainers (sneakers to all those Americans, runners to the Canadians) and a comfortable long sleeved shirt. Also, he had his Dragon Hide underneath, his staff in the scabbard on his back, which blended in with his clothes and a few muggle weapons, including a sword he had made himself, which he had enchanted to grow hot whenever a death eater was near.
"Wow, this is brilliant. I will never be late for class, I can just apparate anywhere now. Can I apparate into the castle from anywhere else?"
"Yes Harry. I used to do it all the time. Funny. Oh, you should have seen Rowena's face, how funny it was!"
"Godric, were you ever married to Rowena?"
"Yes, I was. Why were you asking?"
"No, I was just wondering, because I think that I know were I got my 'sudden' thirst for knowledge from."
"You are correct. When I told her that she laughed. She would be your... well... Great Grandmother, 20 times or so removed. It has been over 1,000 years after all."
"Well, I guess I better get to Tonks' rooms."
"No sooner thought than done."
He was indeed right, for now he was right outside Tonks' quarters.
"Well Harry, if you need me, think 'Godric' three times. I will be here. Farewell."
"Bye, thanks very much."
"No problems Harry, none at all."
Harry knocked on the portrait, waiting.
Tonks suddenly came to the door and the training began.
He changed into a few people, including Tonks herself, which she found a hoot.
Though a tiny, miniscule problem began whenever he changed back to his original form.
"Harry, I said go back to normal form."
"I am. What are you talking about?"
She stared at him, figuring out that he was actually confused.
"Look Harry."
She held a mirror out, which he took and he gasped.
He was the same as Godric the other night, every last detail; luckily, he was like himself, only different. The scar was still there, however it was now lined with gold.
Tonks stared at Harry, realising who he looked like.
Not known to many, she had once found a very old portrait, this of the founders.
It was now in a room in Dumbledore's office, she had only ever shown him it, but she had seen Godric, and at once remembered his details. She had been in Gryffindor house after all.
Harry, realising what she was thinking, ('I can read minds as well! Great!') grabbed her arm and apparated her with him to Dumbledore's office.
She looked amazed, but Harry knew that she would have to be told, after all, she knew who he looked like, he couldn't hide that.
The gargoyle opened itself ('Godric was right. Brilliant!') and he led her up.
He was about to knock on the door whenever it opened itself, so he let Tonks go through first and the sat down.
That second, Dumbledore came out, looked at Harry and the twinkling of his would nearly blind anyone, apart from Harry, whose eyes twinkled even more so.
"Harry..." Dumbledore stared, looking as though he knew what happened.
"I know sir, you were told last night in a dream, as they Godric told me earlier. They actually said for you to come to training tonight. You would be brought there whenever you fell asleep."
Dumbledore smiled. Even after all these years, the childish glee could still be felt. Meeting the two people who had always been his heroes would be astounding.
Harry, reading these thoughts said, "Well, I guess you want to know why Tonks is here."
Dumbledore, as if just realising that she was here, nodded.
"Well, you see..." He explained what had happened, even Dumbledore surprised about the apparition in the school.
"Well Harry, what about this information with Tonks, as you know, Tonks had found an old painting of the four founders, Godric was the exact same, just as he showed you last night (Tonks' jaw dropped).
"Well, I trust her. She may be sometimes clumsy ('Understatement' he heard Tonks say) but I would trust her with my life and so I think it's fine for her to know."
Tonks' eyes watered, Harry showing trust in her was something amazing, as she had always thought of Harry as a little brother.
She pulled Harry into a hug, and as if the charming, funny and flirtatious Godric came into play, he said, "Well, one more admirer for the Harry Potter Club then." He said in a joking way.
Tonks laughed and gently punched his arm.
Dumbledore saw the way Harry acted here, a new person, more confident and charming than before. "Must be like they said." Thought Dumbledore.
"Well, I'm off. I've got to go to breakfast, as I think you have to do to. Actually, let's all go down together, it's easier that way." Harry said.
They all agreed and soon they walked into the hall, it fell silent, but those who had just entered, not for the fact that they had walked in together, but the fact that Harry was now different. His looks, his confidence, and the way the power radiated off him. He sat down, as if not noticing while Tonks and Dumbledore continued to the staff table.
The Hall continued staring at him, but he continued eating as if nothing was wrong, in fact, it was so quiet that he called on Godric to talk to, just so that he had SOMEONE to talk to. After, he talked to Dumbledore, who looked around for the voice, to hear it inside his head. Chuckling softly he talked to Harry.
"Why are they so SILENT? It's doing my head in sir."
"Harry, whenever we are talking alone, or not in public, please call me Albus."
"Ok s...Albus."
"In answer to your question, they are a little shocked."
This was true. The occupants in the hall saw that Harry looked different, more powerful, and the twinkle in his eyes rivalled even Dumbledore's.
"That's true. But still, I am getting a little annoyed."
"Understandable Harry. Ah, here's Minerva now with your timetable."
As if on schedule, Professor McGonagall gave him a piece of parchment and looked at him normally, which was a relief.
His timetable showed his 4 selected classes. (DADA, Charms, Transfiguration and Potions). He had taken the minimum amount of required classes, as he wanted more time to rain, and so Dumbledore had organised it as such.
First, much to his dismay was Potions. He said goodbye to Dumbledore and left the Hall. ---------------------------------------------------------------
He arrived first to class, sitting down at his desk and getting his books and equipment out. The rest of the students followed and were all ready by the time that Snape strode into the dungeons, robes billowing out behind him, a look of utmost hate lingered on his face.
"Welcome to NEWT Potions. It is good to see that we lost some the dunces that we had last year." (Looking over at the space were some Gryffindors once sat. This class was the only 6th year class as so few had gotten into this class). "I am disappointed to see that somehow, some people managed to get into this class (mostly looking at Harry, and surprisingly Neville, who had actually fainted when he had received his results.) Out of pure luck, but I can guarantee that one mistake, and you are out of this class faster than you can say 'Potion'."
"Now, today we are going to start on a very difficult potion, one that is highly regulated by the ministry and does not have a known antidote. This is Veritaserum. Now, can anyone explain what this is? Mr Potter?" Snape said, hoping to catch Harry out.
"Veritaserum is a powerful truth potion, which can make people spill their innermost secrets, answering the questions they are asked, and as you had said before Professor, it has no known antidote."
Snape looked stunned.
"Now..." He continued, looking at Harry unusually, "this Potion will be done by yourselves, so people cannot get credit for others work. Now, collect your ingredients and begin."
The class hurried to start and Harry laughed.
What they didn't know is that he had also been taught potions by Godric and Merlin, some even forgotten, one of which WAS an antidote to Veritaserum, he had made it, and made a batch, just one, that he had taken, that would never allow it to work on him.
Harry had also made Veritaserum before. He had remembered every spell, potion and book given to him, and so he began.
After an hour, Snape told them, "You should now be finished, and we are going to test them."
The class clearly everything else away, except of course for a batch of their Potion.
"I doubt any of you got it right, however, I have been told to try it. Mr Potter, why don't we have you up here with your Potion."
This is actually what the class wanted; they wanted to find out why he had changed so much.
Snape sniffed it and looked stunned.
"Mr Potter, this is indeed a fine potion, an O I give it." He said quietly to Harry.
"Now, sit down and we will test it."
Harry obliged and the class looked excited.
Snape put 3 drops on his tongue and people asked to question him, but not until Snape had asked some things.
"What is your name?"
"Harry James Potter."
"Why are you different this morning? What happened to you?"
"None of your business sir."
The class gasped.
"It's not working sir, he made it wrong." Draco Malfoy smirked. Getting Harry in trouble with Snape was his favourite pastime.
"No Mr. Malfoy, it is indeed correct, though he shows some resistance. Class dismissed."
The class were leaving in a stunned silence, some ashamed, thinking that they could make Harry explain things to them that they had no right to know about. --------------------------------------------------------
The day was not so long after this. After Potions it was lunch and after that there was a free period. Every day he had one class, all after lunch, apart from Potions on a Monday morning.
The night came, as did training and also, Dumbledore. (As I have said earlier, he was asked).
Dumbledore was amazed and watched on intently as Harry put on his robes, and his used his staff, weapons and other things to duel the other 2 men and win. Gryffindor and Merlin none the less.
Dumbledore enjoyed himself thoroughly, especially whenever Godric gave him something he would always treasure.
"Here you are Albus. You are of course welcome back, but I know you will like this."
The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was as bright as 1,000,000 candles.
He opened the parcel and smiled like there was no tomorrow. For there was a box, no only that, but it was shaped like a lemon drop, and more so, it was a refillable box that would always refill itself with Lemon drops.
"Oh no, I'm going to be plagued with offers for Lemon Drops. I've added to the obsession!" Harry thought, but realised for the first time that Dumbledore looked truly happy. He had not been the same for a while after Sirius, however, he now looked back to normal.
Dumbledore thanked the profusely, promising to come back the next night, and Harry fell into the darkness of another rising day. -------------------------- Again, sorry about the delay! Please R/R!!!