Thanks again for your reviews, keep them coming in!! UPDATED VERSION!!!
Here's a few answers to some of the reviews I had.
lillypotterfan - Great chapter, but I think I found one mistake. You said, "Harry put a hand on Harry's shoulder, and with a pop had appeared in Diagon Alley." This confused me, a lot. If Albus and Minerva are Harry's grandparents, then are they also heirs, and can they also apparate in Hogwarts? Because if they can't, then Harry would have to be touching them to apparate out to Diagon Alley.
On a different note, I'm glad that Dumbledore joined the training sessions, and I am so extremely and completely estatic that Harry can talk to James, Lily, and Sirius!! Keep up the good work, please update soon!
My answer - I'm glad to say I changed that mistake, it now says Albus. Yes, as his Great-Grandparents, they are Heirs, but not the Heir of the legends, therefore, they don't have all the power etc. As Albus put his hand on Harry's shoulder, Harry is touching them, and they go to Diagon Alley. Bug thanks for the compliments.
TuxedoMac - i like this storie its nice but,it could be a bit longer either in doing much more or some more details. next when you say harry is trained in mugle weapons is he going to use a gun or 2. there was 1 mistake i did see but i forgot what it was. oh ya i remember what happened to ron being a perfect you really did not say if he still was or not and what happened with that.
My answer - I will go into a lot more details on my next chapter about these, as Voldmeort won't be expecting Muggle weapons. Most purebloods don't. I'm also sorry to say that Ron is NOT a prefect, after failing one of the core subjects on his OWL's (Potions).
athenakitty - Would Harry have a reserve team? Alot of learning for Harry? Harry's not mad at the fact that Dumbledore's his grand pop? Harry needs some more training? Will Sirius's name be cleared? Will Sirius's estate be compensated for all the lost time, etc? Will Fudgie, Umbridgie, all the Malfoys, Bella, and Peter die?
My answer - Well, in this revised edition, they have chosen the reserves, so enjoy. Harry does learn alot (which in OoTP he would have been shocked about). Harry understands why Dumbledore didn't tell him. He needed to be sure Harry was ready. He learnt his lesson from the Prophecy, and was going to tell him soon and then they told him in the box. Harry understands that Dumbledore wanted to protect his family, and he himself is only too aware of what love can do to you.
swordmaster mage - good story but harry an ginny have done anything abiut there feelins since when they were teased and what kind of person loves someone for 4 ears and has to keep askin himself all summer if he fancy a different person
My answer - Well, he hasn't loved her for four years. He only started to notice her last year, after the Department of Mysteries. I was also trying to show that all teenagers get confused about who they like (hence the Hermione thing) and to show that Harry is going through some of the problems of teenagers.
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It was on that Saturday he woke up early (even though he no longer required lessons with Tonks now that she said he didn't need them anymore) and went down for breakfast. He then quickly got everything ready for the tryouts. As they only had a keeper and a seeker, they needed the new chasers and beaters to work well together.
After everyone had arrived, Harry walked over to the group and cast a quick "Sonorous" on himself.
"Okay everybody, as the new Gryffindor Captain I am pleased to welcome you to tryouts for this year's team. Whoever gets on has to be willing to work hard and to get used to playing with each other. Now, anyone wanting to try out for Chaser is to go over to Ron, to tryout for Beater, over here to me."
After a gruelling training session, the choices were easy for Harry and Ron to decide they were announced after a five-minute break.
"Ok, listen up. The new chasers are... Ginny Weasley, Marissa Daniels and Julie Best." There was polite applause and many groans and sighs of disappointment from the fairly large crowd of Chaser hopefuls. "Also, the new beaters are ... Dean Thomas and Hermione Granger." Again, polite applause and groans.
"Also, before I forget - the reserve chasers are Jennifer Walker, David Shaw and Nicola Davis. The reserve Beaters are Seamus Finnegan and Mark Cooke. The reserve seeker is James Mahaffy and the reserve Keeper is Nathan Mahaffy."
While the team met and offered congratulations to one another, the rest of the disappointed hopefuls left the pitch and slowly filtered to Gryffindor Tower.
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"Hello Harry." Greeted the three m
, so, what are we doing today?"
"Well Harry, we are going to work on your Animal Speaking, your Healing Powers and also another few rare gifts, which we haven't really worked on much."
They spent a few minutes passing on all their information to him (by placing their hands on his temples) about speaking to all the animals of the world and learning about healing anything, on himself or others, with Albus informing him (he had asked Harry to call him Albus) that Madam Pomfrey would be worried about him, especially if he never went to her from now on.
"Now Harry, the few rare gifts we are going to help you with are the following – Mind reading/talking, the ability to talk to the dead, the ability to become invisible and stealthy – not to make a sound and blend in with the shadows -, the ability to read people's auras and also the fine craft of making weapons. Now again, we are going to feed you all our knowledge on these subjects, and you should be able to do it in a few minutes."
Again, they passed along their information to Harry.
A thought suddenly occurred to him, "Would I be able to talk to my parents and Sirius?" He asked, not trying to become hopeful. "Well, yes. You can speak to them in your head, and you can also speak to them right now if you so wish." Godric said smiling at the now grinning child, no, young man, who was running over to three materialised figures.
"How did we get here?" Harry could hear Sirius ask. "I was planning my greatest prank yet. God himself even said it was a good idea! (I am not going for Religions here – just HP story!!)
Harry stopped running and smiled. The same old Sirius.
Sirius turned away from the other two forms.
"Harry, how did you get here, or how did we get here, or- never mind, it's just confusing. So, are you going to give your old Godfather a hug?"
He would have continued, but Harry was hugging him with a bear hug.
"Wow Harry, I know you missed me, but did you seriously join the Sirius Black fan club, because I can give you a signed personal photo if you want."
Harry dried the tears coming to his eyes and a camera appeared in his hand.
"If you want to."
Sirius laughed and after a minute another voice as heard.
"What am I? Filch? God – I hope not. GIVE ME A MIRROR! QUICK!"
Harry turned to see a figure looking in a mirror and sighing in relief. The other person turned around and he gasped. That messy hair, that voice, that – EVERYTHING – well, and apart from the eyes and scar were the exact same as his.
"Dad?"
James Potter turned around, his face shocked.
"Ok, who put another mirror here? And why are my eyes different, almost the same as Lily's...Ha-Harry. Oh my...!" Any more was cut of by yet another bear hug, Hagrid style. James laughed at his son, hugged him and messed up his already messy hair.
"Wow, look how much you've grown up kiddo. Do you play Quidditch? What house are you in? Have you got a girlfriend? Have you-"
"James, let me have a hug first and then he can tell us."
Harry spun around and faced the mother he had dreamed about for over 16 years, and finally got to meet.
"Mum."
After yet another (and gentler) hug, there was not a dry eye in the room and after a few minutes, they all walked over to Godric, Albus and Merlin, all looking on apprehensively.
"Albus. How are you old chap?" James and Sirius said at the same time, taking a hand each and shaking it.
"Fine, fine, death has done you well I see." They laughed.
"So, have you told him yet?" James asked Dumbledore.
Dumbledore shook his head.
"I was going to later, but now you can help me explain."
"Explain what?" Harry looked at them, who were now suddenly avoiding his eyes.
James took a deep breath.
"Well Harry, um-Albus is your great-grandfather."
Harry stood there processing this information.
The others stood there in anticipation, Sirius quietly making bets with Merlin and Godric of what was going to happen.
Harry walked over to Albus, his face still unreadable and suddenly hugged him, tears developing in his eyes.
"I can't believe I have a living relative, one who doesn't despise me." Harry sobbed.
Albus held Harry for a few minutes, his own eyes clouded with tears. Finally being able to hug his great-grandson. It was a dream come true for him, who had felt so bad about not telling Harry before.
"Don't worry Grandfather. I know why." Harry whispered.
Albus' face was one of pure love. Being called Grandfather was something he had always wanted to hear.
There was a sudden triumphant cry and they turned around.
Merlin was standing with a grin on his face; hand held out, while Sirius and Godric grudgingly conjured him a bag of money each and handed it to him.
"Well," Merlin said as they glared at him, "I am not Merlin for nothing now, am I?"
The others laughed at Godric and Sirius' expressions and began to talk again.
Harry stared around at his family. HIS FAMILY. That was weird to say.
He could see all their auras now, including his own.
Merlin's aura was a bright blue, Godric's a blood red colour, similar to his house. Albus' was a silvery colour, James' was a purply colour, Lily's a yellowy colour and Sirius' a greenish colour. (Which displeased him to no end when Harry told him this – "Slytherin Colours, oh fun!" was his exact response)
Talk about a colourful family.
But his own was the strangest of all. His was bright gold, with flecks of blue, red, silver, purple, green and yellow in it.
It was a shock to have a bit of Sirius' aura in him, as he wasn't a blood relative, but the bond was so strong between them, that they were a part of each other.
They talked for a few more hours, Harry finally asking the question he had been thinking about for most of the night, since the "revelation" as he liked to call it.
"Grandfather, I was just wondering, if you had a son, that meant you had a wife, and I was just wondering, who is your wife? Or in my case, great- grandmother?"
Albus chuckled.
"Well, let's put it this way, you know her, and for some reason unknown to me, she detests sherbet lemons!"
Harry laughed, when his mind came to a sudden stop.
"It's Professor McGonagall, isn't it?"
When Albus grinned and nodded, Harry did the only thing a teenager would do when they found out something like this. He fainted. (AN – Well, most teenagers, anyway!)
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He awoke a few hours later, back in his own bed.
Thinking back to last night, to whenever James and Sirius took it upon themselves to improve his "Charmer" situation (Godric seemed personally offended by this) by inserting some of their own – or "Passing along the Legacy" as they liked to call it.
He laughed at some of the ideas they had, but apparently, (James had told him this of course) the Potter men were legendary charmers.
He got up out of bed (a difficult task within itself on a Sunday) and went into his trunk. (Look at chapter 4 again – just to double check the compartments – I took out HW Help and I put in a kitchen)
He had to admit, he was pretty much done with all the books in the Library, but he loved to read them over again, marvelling in the fact that he could fluently speak, write and understand over 300 languages. After that, he spent a few hours in the duelling area, and another few in the gym.
He had near perfect balance and used his room of requirement to practice gymnastics and tumbling.
"You know," he thought, "I could have been a Power Ranger on that Muggle TV show. I remember Dudley had a tantrum about buying one of the toys."
He had to admit, that's where some of the inspiration for his martial arts came from, and had actually inspired him to make a "morpher." This had involved putting some of his power into a stone engraved with his Phoenix/Griffin/Lightning Bolt sign on it. Luckily, he had made it invisible to those only him, and it would never leave him.
Whenever he called out "Power of the Phoenix, the Lightning Bolt and the Griffin," then he would be changed into red and gold battle robes, with a hood, and a staff he had made himself (Gold with a Green gem on top and with the same Phoenix design as his other one). This way, he wouldn't have to immediately give himself away as "The Heir of the Legends" or more commonly known as "The Lord of the Light."
He laughed whenever he had first had this thought, but it seemed a practical solution until he was ready to reveal his "status." Albus had told him that the Order wore red robes, so he would partly blend in with them, but he would be shown as a higher power.
After, he practised with his morpher, and then went outside the trunk, heading for the Great Hall for breakfast.
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He entered the Great Hall, searching for his Great-Grandmother.
"Wow, that sounds weird." Harry thought.
He scanned the Staff Table and saw her faithfully sitting beside Dumbledore as usual.
Albus and Minerva looked in his direction, Minerva's sparkling just like her husband's.
"She knows I know." He thought. (A/N – I know that is confusing...sorry)
After eating what seemed like the whole table's worth of food, he walked up to them, and Albus getting the hint, brought Minerva to the back chambers.
Harry apparated them to Albus' office and they sat down.
Albus looked at him, his eyes twinkling.
"You know, I never got to ask you a few questions, last night, due to me...due to circumstances."
Albus chuckled.
"Well, I'm sure we could answer any of your questions."
Harry thought for a moment.
"Well, how long have you two been married? Gryffindor has this bet going on and-um-I didn't say that, I mean-it was a joke you know, and people just make wild assumptions. And...could you answer the question please?"
Minerva looked quite displeased, but her eyes showed amusement, something he had rarely seen from his Head of House.
"Well, it has been about 59 years now. It will be 60 on April 10th."
"Wow. If it's been so long, then how come barely anyone knows. I mean there had to be witnesses at the wedding and all..."
"Well, I had made so many enemies my dear boy, I couldn't possibly put my family in such risk, so we decided to keep it secret. Of course, apart from those at the wedding as you say. There was Alastor Moody and my brother Aberforth as my best man. Then there was Poppy Pomfrey, Sarah Sinistra and Rolanda Hooch as her Maid of Honour."
"OK, well, I was just wondering what my full name was. I heard Godric and Merlin tell me that I had a longer name than originally thought. Of course, my mum and dad knew, but they said they wanted it to be a surprise...I guess I would only be surprised if Godric was self-centred enough to put his name in mine..." He laughed.
"Hey, I resent that!" Godric shouted in his mind.
"Well, you're going to be shocked, your full name is Harry Godric Merlin Orion James Gryffindor Potter."
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It was ten minutes later that Harry had finally been revived and calmed down again.
"Wow, how long was my birth certificate, 3 or 4 sheets of parchment long?" Harry joked.
"Well, actually..."
He was stopped from continuing when the head of Kingsley Shacklebolt, Head Auror, came into view.
"Sir, get the Order out here, we've got death eaters attacking."
They all immediately rose out of their chairs.
"Where is it?"
"Diagon Alley – it's really bad looking out here. Get everyone you can..."
With this, Kingsley's head went out of the fire and they sprung into action.
Minerva started fire-calling Order members while Dumbledore suddenly changed into Order robes.
They were red and gold with a Phoenix on the back.
Harry looked at Albus who smiled sadly at the sight before him.
Harry had taken out his morpher, and with the words "Power of the Phoenix, the Lightning Bolt and the Griffin," had transformed into stunning red and gold robes with a lightning bolt on the front, and a griffin and a phoenix on the back. The hood covered most of Harry's face, but his brilliant green eyes shone out.
Albus knew that Harry was ready, ready to become a part of this war, and this would be his first battle.
Albus put a hand on Harry's shoulder, and with a pop had appeared in Diagon Alley.
The site was hard to take in.
The shops were blazing, while those who were there were trying to fight, without success, against the death eaters.
Harry and Albus sprang into action. Harry's staff was now before him, and he went into action.
The death eaters spotted him and laughed.
"An order member...wow...we better be scared! One of you and 20 of us, you haven't got a chance." Someone who sounded particularly like Lucius Malfoy drawled from beneath his robes.
"I thought the scum were still in Azkaban Malfoy, apparently they have broken free. Who was it? Tommy Riddle?"
"I don't know who you are talking about. Our one and only Lord helped us out."
"Well, wee Tommy just happens to be your master. I never thought I'd see the day were a Malfoy followed a half-blood."
Malfoy roared with rage and signalled for the others to start attacking this man.
Harry ducked and dodged out of the way, before Godric's voice came into his head.
"Use your staff child. What's the point of just blocking? Show them what you're made of, use all of our training. You can do it."
It was with this renewed determination that Harry's eyes glowed, silver and gold specks shone with them.
He had taken out the first Death Eater with a well-placed ice dagger, which hit him in the stomach.
The next 5 fell in the next second, after his martial arts come into play, with a few quick kicks and with a few hits of his staff; they were down on the ground like little children who had just fallen off their bikes.
Next, he used wandless magic, and created a sword. This was one of the rare skills he had learnt, making it perfect for his own grip.
He slashed his way through another 10 and soon there were only 4 left.
"Well, it seems that the odds have been evened. Not very good, are you boys?" Harry asked in a sarcastic tone that Snape himself would have been proud of.
The other four looked at each other.
As one, they all whipped out their wands and had started firing curses at him.
He nimbly dodged, and soon, they were all lying on the ground, either hexed or stabbed.
Harry conjured an unbreakable jar, shrunk them, and put them inside, taking pleasure in the fact that one had a nice silver hand peeping out beneath his robes.
Harry turned around to face the shocked members of the Order of the Phoenix, well, apart from two, whose eyes were twinkling in the afternoon sun.
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SO SORRY ABOUT THE LATENESS!!! My computer is cut off from the Internet, and I'm using borrowed time on my brothers.
Don't worry, hopefully my next chapter will be up within the next 2 weeks.