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Chapter Nine
"My bloodline sir?" Harry asked bewildered.
"Yes Harry. It is time for you to know everything that I can tell you." The aged man replied.
"I hope you're not going to tell me that the Potters are some long lost relation to Merlin or anything."
Dumbledore gave a weak chuckle. "No Harry, though I myself had to sit through that conversation."
Harry smiled. A genuine smile that lifted the old man's spirits greatly. If he ever doubted the truth of Harry's bloodline, it vanished seeing that smile.
"This may be a bit of a shock, so please sit down," Dumbledore gestured to a comfortable chair in front of his desk, "and this may also take a while. Would you like some tea? A lemon drop perhaps?"
"Gather my forces, half here, half at Azkaban," Voldemort's voice was dead and emotionless. Bellatrix nodded, scared out of her mind at her master's sudden mood swing. She left the throne room to start sending word.
Voldemort was alone again. He had to prepare for a dual attack. A war on two fronts so he could easily claim Europe. Feeling terrible he began to hiss to his friend Nagini.
"Why do I need to rule thiss world? Thiss world iss nothing. Once I have it, what will I do with it?" he asked his pet.
"Cleansse the blood to be pure. Sso monsstersss like that thing that wass called your father can never taint our world again. Sso gloriousss Ssalazar Sslytherin may ssmile upon you for finishing his noble work massster."
"Yesss, the monsstersss need to be kept away from our magnificent world. I will purge the unclean…it mussst be done!"
With that final sentiment Nagini curled herself onto an old tattered rug she favored. Her master left the room with a renewed sense of self; she could smell it on her tongue. Yes, she could sleep easy now.
Ginny could not sleep. She had tried and failed. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Percy and her dad smiling and laughing. She could feel a warmth rush through her originating from her shoulder. Her shoulder that Harry had placed his hand on. The warmth of hope, the warmth of love, then again, maybe it was all in her head. She walked and walked with no where to go.
Harry sat in the comfortable chair, gripping his teacup. Dumbledore continued with what he was saying.
"No Harry, this does not go back through the Potters. Though they were a lineage of great wizards and witches, what I need to tell you goes back through the Evans side of your parentage. But I'm getting ahead of myself; perhaps this will be easier if I start at the beginning.
"Long ago a wizard was born to a Muggle woman. At the time muggle born wizards and witches, along with half-bloods were not allowed wands, and in general were never told about their gifts. This particular boy was told at the age of twelve about what all those strange happenings around him were in reality magic. This is the inspiration of when wizards and witches come to Hogwarts.
"But I'm getting off topic. The boy grew and was trained, but as to whom it was that trained him has been lost with time. He reemerged at around the age of thirty. He had certain gifts that are rare even in the magical community. An empathic touch, a healing touch, along with the ability to tap in and use his magic without a wand, he had become more powerful than most purebloods. This caused him to have many enemies as well as followers.
"When his enemies caught up to him, another of his gifts was exposed. The power of the phoenix is possibly his greatest and most rare quality ever documented in our world. Fore his enemies tortured and killed the man…only to have him live again.
"What many do not know is that he had a wife in secret. What many more do not know is that at the time of his death she was pregnant. She fled the country and birthed her first and only child…Sarah was her name. Through the years the family married into other families, for years and years, but the gifts the head of the family had never resurfaced. Even so, the family members, magical and not, were all somehow special in their own ways.
"The family line has been tracked through the years, into the Evans family… into your mother Harry. And for the first time in some two thousand years it seems that your family gifts are resurfacing. The head of your family tree was a great man Harry. A great wizard. I believe his name is more widely known in both the magical and non-magical world than even Merlin himself.
"His name Harry, was Jesus Christ…"
Neville Longbottom woke from his peaceful slumber with a start. A low hum filled his ears, along with shattering glass from all around him. Every window in the Longbottom mansion had just exploded into the home. Neville found the link, a low hum, unbreakable glass shattering inwards, the wards of his grandmother's house had fallen. He was glad that he was able to buy a new wand before the attack on Diagon Alley; he snatched the birch wand with a dragon's heartstring resting in its core from his bedside table.
Slowly he opened the door positioned to hex, curse, and jinx anything wearing black robes and a mask with white markings. He saw nothing, but remaining on his guard he stepped into the second floor hallway. His gram was one floor up; he had to get to her before he could even consider how to get out of this situation himself. Stepping as lightly as he could he strained his ears to the darkness surrounding him. Footsteps and shuffling could be heard below him; nothing from above, cautiously he made his way to the stairway.
As he made his first step up the stair creaked noisily. It always did, Neville wanted to kick himself for not remembering to skip this step, or to at least step on the better supported edge of the step rather than the weaker middle. His heart stopped, and then started to beat at three times its normal speed when he heard,
"There he his! On the stairs! GET HIM!" A voice that sounded no older than his own shouted from the first floor.
Neville glanced at a masked face rushing up the stairs, "STUPEFY!"
The spell hit and the body collapsed rolling back to where it came. Harry made a silent apology to his family as he sent an explosion hex to the middle of the stairway. It wouldn't stop the intruders…but it would slow them down. He again started to rush up to the third floor.
He skidded to a halt in front of his grandmother's room. Coldness started to creep into the boy's skin. His breathing became somewhat labored and difficult. Panicked he flung the door open to reveal something straight out of a nightmare.
Hovering above the floor and his gram was a dementor. Its black robes tattered and torn hanging loosely off of whatever was beneath them. A slimy looking thin hand was exposed and pulling its hood off of its head. Neville froze, the first visit to his parents echoing in his head. They didn't have a clue as to who he was.
Giving his head a slight shake he cast his mind about for a happy memory. It was difficult, but he had to do something. The dementor was lowering its head. A rattle of a breathe escaped what you had to call its mouth. The thing was going to kiss his grandmother, and steal her soul.
The coldness was bearing down on Neville, his mind finally settled on a gum wrapper. A slight flicker in his mum's eyes, a flicker of what looked like recognition. Neville was always warmed by this memory. With all the power he could muster he yelled at the top of his lungs while concentrating on the feeling of possibly being recognized by his mum,
"EXPECTO PETRONUM!"
To his amazement it was not a silvery mist feebly making its way out the tip of his wand. It was a corporeal patronus. A small elephant was charging the dementor which had no choice but to flee out of the window. The elephant though, followed the dark creature still. Thanking Harry in his mind Neville went to check on his grandmother.
With a quick spell her eyes were fluttering open. The noise from downstairs was louder now than ever, she was still shaky from having the dementor almost sucking out her soul. She quickly got out of bed (remarkably fast for her age) and made her way to the fire. Thanking her dear dead husband for insisting that a fire place was to be placed in the bedroom, she grabbed a handful of powder from the mantle jar.
"Neville, follow right after me," Neville nodded and she threw the powder into the fireplace. Green flames erupted and she stepped in saying, "Salvation – Emergency – Take Me to the Light!"
Neville dully realized it was a secure Floo, and that was the password. As he was about to repeat the process the Death Eaters appeared at the door. Neville's rage flared within his body as he cast another explosion hex to the masked intruders. He was shocked to see them flying away, and even more shocked when the hex kept going. On and on till it hit the outer wall of his home where it exploded. The spell must have hit something because the house suddenly started to lunch to one side. The roof gave an angry rumble as Neville darted into the fire throwing down a pinch of Floo Powder at the same time. He felt his leg burn, but the burn turned into what felt like a warm breeze.
He said, "Salvation – Emergency – Take Me to the Light!" and was gone.
Ginny had ended up in the Room of Requirement. She had paced just letting her mind wander to whatever it felt like it needed at the time. Upon entering the room she gasped. It was her room from when she was a little girl. An old blue recliner was seated next to her bed. When she was little she had begged her father to read her a bedtime story every night. And every night he would play like he didn't want to. Teasing her about how he was too tired that night to do it. After a while it seemed a waste to have to conjure a chair every night, so he finally bought this old blue one. He would sit there and read to her.
Ginny climbed into what looked like her old bed and curled up. She stared at the chair that her father would nightly occupy. Tears welled in her eyes and she gave no effort into holding them back. Soon sobs racked her body. The pent up sadness from the past few days finally spilled from her soul. For what seemed like hours she lay there letting her grief overcome her. She let every happy and sad memory she possessed about her fallen father and brother run through her mind. Finally sometime during the night after she cried herself out, she fell into a peaceful sleep.
Harry had made his way back to his dormitory. He was in the bathroom after having a shower; he wiped the fog from the mirror. He looked at the lightning cross on his chest, a sunburst in the middle where the two lightning branches connected. He supposed that he should feel different, but he didn't.
He stared hard as his face, his eyes…his mother's eyes, seemed to try and tell him something that had been lost in history. His hair even wet would not lie down. He smiled a smile that his father had perfected, even if Harry didn't know that. It was a half-grin, a grin that seemed to say you knew something no one else did. It was self-assurance. Harry didn't know where it had come from, but wasn't complaining either.
His brain was going on its own accord. A memory of the day he tried to kill himself resurfaced into his memory.
A voice boomed a question: Who Are You?
A Savior.
Harry fell into bed exhausted. He didn't know how he could tell his friends this new news. He wasn't even sure if he should tell them this new information. Harry tried to think of how this could help him end this war. How he might be able to save what was left of his family. He finally fell asleep, where he dreamed of Ginny. What he didn't know though, was that Ginny was dreaming of him.
A/N: Sorry if the religious theme offends you, but I haven't seen this done before and it interested me. Some more religion is on the way, just to warn you all.
fanastygirl721: Don't fret, Knockturn was a cursed project, but now I'll always have a place to put shorts if I want to : ) As for April being cursed, my b-day is in April :-P Thanks for the compliments, you have me blushing. As for the bloodline I haven't seen this one done before. I was a bit hesitant about doing it as it might alienate some people...then I realized that if it did then oh well. I'm not trying to offend, just write an interesting story, you know? Hope to hear from you soon!
tifenn: I'm glad you like the story, and I hope you keep reading : )
SirusLivesOn: I'm glad you're still reading! As for good ole Tom, some more about his history and motives are still to come. I'm with you a hundred percent, if this was real I'd be in the Salvation war room right now.
Eyes: I can not promise as to when I'll update, but this story gets updates pretty steadily. I'm glad you like it, and I do promise to at least try and keep updating quicker : )
Rasberry Jo: I shy away from typical, even if no one minds. Glad to hear from you, I hope to in the future too : )
