A/N: Whoo hoo! No motivation like reviews! You guys are the kick-start I needed. Back to the old computer for me. But on a serious note, thanks. You're my first reviewers ever. Sniff. Ha-ha. Apparently, the other story wasn't too much of a hit, so it's been abandoned. But, on with this one.
YEAR Six at Hogwarts
Harry Potter and the Power of the Blood
Ch. 3: Reading the Unusual
Harry woke earl the next day and got dressed in his new blue robe. With Emrys on his shoulder, Harry decided to skip breakfast. He strode out into Diagon Alley feeling oddly well about himself, despite the strange encounter of the previous night and the will reading he was on his way to.
"You are better today, yes?" asked Emrys.
"Yeah, but I don't really know why. I guess your advice helped."
"You are welcome."
Harry continued on his way to the bank where the will reading was to take place. He walked in and found Griphook waiting for him.
"Mr. Potter, sir, I have been asked to escort you to the will reading. Master Lupin is there already, and we are ready to start." Griphook led Harry through another pair of doors off to the right. Down a short hallway and Harry found himself in a small chamber with Lupin and another goblin. Lupin immediately jumped up and seized Harry in a tight hug. Harry realized that the older man was actually crying. Harry mentally asked Emrys for his help.
" Lupin, do not cry because he is dead, smile because he lived."
"Wh-where did that come from? Harry, did you say that?"
"No that was Emrys," at which point the indicated gave a small bow that was actually quite comical. "He's the birthday gift Hagrid sent me. A Wyvern."
"Good lord! They exist? And he talks? When we were younger, James always said he had seen one once, but none of us ever believed him!"
"Yeah, Hagrid said they were rare. And he doesn't talk, he project his thoughts into others' minds"
"I am fully sorry to break up this moment, but we really must begin the reading," said the goblin. "My name is Clawtear. I will read to you the last will and testament of Sirius Black."
I, Sirius Orion Black, in sound mind do write this will. Obviously, if you're reading this I've gotten myself killed somehow. But I don't want you guys to be sad. I'll be in a better place (I hope). I have decided finally on what to do with all the crud I've managed to accumulate. Remus, I want you to take half my gold and anything from the house you want. Harry, the rest is yours. The rest of the gold, the house, everything. Do what you want with it. Just keep Moony at the house. Moony, stay there and watch over Harry. As the last Marauder, I want you to be Harrys' godfather now. It's what James would have wanted. Look out for each other.
SiriusAs Clawtear finished the reading both Harry and Lupin had tears in their eyes. But they were tears of happiness, because both were sure that Sirius was in the better place.
"A moment, please, Mr. Potter." said Clawtear as Harry was about to leave. "I have something I need to discuss with you in private." Harry followed the goblin up several flights of stairs until the reached what appeared to be the top office in the bank. "Mr. Potter, how much do you know about the goblin society?"
"Not really anything, why?"
"Since you do not know this I will tell you. I am the manager of Gringotts. I am the single most powerful goblin in existence. All of the factions that exist within the goblin race swear loyalty to the goblin in my position. Now, can you guess why someone in position would read a will in an, excuse my saying this, routine case?"
"No, not really."
"Because you are extraordinary. When you left yesterday, young Griphook came running to tell me that not only did you remember his name, but you also wore the ring of Gryffindor. Yes, I know all about your unique history, Mr. Potter. But the point is that in the time of Godric, three different groups of beings swore everlasting loyalty to his bloodline because of the help he gave them. The goblins were one of them. Representatives from the other two are waiting for us in my office. Would you like to meet them?"
"I suppose I probably should." said Harry. They walked into Clawtears' office. Inside were a deep chestnut centaur and a merfolk chieftain in a pool of water. Both were male.
"Harry, this is Chiron of the centaurs, and Tirtes of the merfolk. They are in positions similar to mine with their people." Both leaders bowed respectfully to Harry. Chiron picked up from where Clawtear had ended. " Our people owed, and still owe a great debt to your bloodline. We have come to offer you the support of our peoples in your upcoming war." Tirtes nodded in agreement, unable to converse in English while above water. Clawtear picked back up. "Harry, we offer you these three rings as signs of our loyalty. If you require our counsel all you need do is concentrate upon us while wearing the rings and we will appear at your side." The three beings each handed Harry a ring. Clawtears' was ornate gold and silver, swirled around each other. Chirons' seemed to be made of a carved and polished wood, and the ring from Tirtes appeared to be crystalline.
Thank you all. I hold each of your peoples with great respect. This means a lot to me. And not to be rude, but I really must be going." The three leaders bowed to Harry and he made his way back to the entrance of Gringotts.
"That was different."
"Yes, but they'll be sorely needed in the war."
Harry spent the next few hours in his room, practicing the control of his cuff and reading. After the first 45 minutes he had the cuff fairly well figured out, and moved on to his studies. He opened Totaema. Harry was soon enthralled by the American born wizardry. It used a small object; a Totaem, the witch or wizard had a special link with. It could do most anything, from making weaponry to everyday objects. The hardest part was to figure out what your Totaem was. Harry began to read that chapter when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Tom.
"Good day, Mr. Potter. I am sorry to have disturbed your studies, but there is a young lady downstairs asking for you. I believe she said her name was Miss Chang. Shall I send her up or turn her away?"
"Um, please send her up. I guess."
"As you wish, sir." As Tom went back downstairs, Harry ran about in a mad panic. He had to clean up his room before Cho got up there. And get out of the dress robe. He tossed it into his trunk. Underneath he had worn the graphorn muggle cloths. Over those he tossed the coat.
"What are you doing?"
"Remember that friend we were going to meet? She's shown up a week early. Now hide. I want to surprise her."
"I doubt that I will ever understand humans." But Emrys complied well enough, flitting up to the top of the doorframe and remaining motionless. Before long there was a knock at the door.
"Harry?" For some reason the Marauder streak in him chose to well up. He was wearing the coat and used the special un-noticibility of it.
"Come in, it's unlocked." Cho opened the door and walked in, expecting to see Harry. He was nowhere to be found.
"Harry, where are you?" He appeared right in front of her. "AHHH! Great Merlin, you scared me Harry! How did you do that?"
"I was given this coat for my birthday a few days ago. It has a spell on it so that when I don't want to be noticed, I'm not. I didn't really have a chance to test it out before now."
"Well, it works. I thought I was going to need to rushed to the hospital."
"Sorry. Now, what was it you needed to talk to me about?" Cho started to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. "You can tell me. Really. Would you like to sit down?" When she nodded, they moved over towards the chairs, on the other side of the dresser. But in front of it, she suddenly stopped.
"Harry, where did that come from?" Cho asked in a hushed voice. She was pointing to the Raven Talon. Shit. He had left it out on the dresser. Cho seemed almost afraid of it.
"Sit down Cho, it's a long story." Harry told her everything from getting the note from his father to the reading of Sirius' will, who Sirius was and what happened afterward. At the end she was silent.
"I'm sorry for the loss of your godfather, Harry. It must have been horrible to lose your family twice. Now I feel bad for being about to burden you with my problem as well."
"Don't. I feel bad about the way I treated you last year. I didn't know what you had gone through. Now I do." Cho looked as if she was about to cry. "But on the other side of things, Emrys made good sense. He told me not to be sad Sirius was gone, to be happy that he had been here."
"I suppose that does make sense." She looked happier now. "But who's Emrys?"
"That's right, I forgot to introduce you. Hey, Emrys, come down and meet Cho." He swooped off the top of the door and skimmed her head before alighting on Harrys' shoulder.
"Ah, Harry look out, a dragon!" Cho screamed, pointing at Emrys.
"No, a Wyvern. Hagrid sent him to me. He's the one who told me not to grieve."
"He told you?"
"Wyverns can communicate telepathically. Their just a smart as us, but really rare. Say hello."
"Good day, madam Cho. I can see why friend Harry wished to come meet you. From what I can see in his mind, you are quite beautiful." Cho began to giggle while Harry turned the brightest shade of red imaginable.
"Why thank you. You're very elegant." said Cho. The winged wonder gave another of his comical bows.
"What was it that you wanted to talk to me about Cho?" Cho instantly lost the look of happiness that she had gotten from his embarrassment.
"You're probably going to think this is really stupid. But, here goes. Almost as soon as school let out at the beginning of the summer, I've been having these weird dreams. I tried to talk to my parents about them, but they brushed them off as normal. But I know they're not. I just feel it somehow. The reason I had to talk to you is because you're in the dream." Harry was noticeably shocked at that. "You are. We're both in the Ravenclaw common room, next to the fireplace. The fire's out and we step in. I'm wearing that thing over there on your dresser. You're wearing one too, but yours is different. You haven't got one, have you?" Harry held out his wrist and Cho gasped in a frightened way. She continued on with her narration, voice shaking. "We hold them up and the wall slides down to reveal a staircase. At the bottom is a big place with lots of other rooms, but we go straight to the middle. There's a pedestal with a ring and a book on it. The book is blue. The ring is a silver ravens' head; the beak is open holding a big sapphire. Then we're suddenly in the great hall. There are seven people there. Four of them are old and look kind of like ghosts, but aren't blue. The other three are normal, but one of them is dressed like a muggle. He has green hair spiked up with silver tips and a coat like yours only white and sleeveless. The other man is tall, gray haired and has silver robes. The one girl has purple-blue hair and a white robe. Then I wake up. Please tell me I'm not crazy Harry." The last bit was whispered so quietly Harry almost didn't catch it. Slowly, as if older than he was, Harry got up and walked over to the Raven Talon. He picked it up and walked back to Cho.
"There's only one way, Cho. Put this on. Then we'll know." Cho wanted to refuse it, but something in Harrys' tone wouldn't let her. He sounded as she had wanted him to, as though he had all the answers, but he sounded tired beyond his years too. She took it.
As soon as the cuff touched her it lit up. She slipped it on and in a flash it resized to her wrist. "What does it mean Harry?" she whispered, almost in tears again.
"It means we need to get back to Hogwarts. Now."
Okay, some more specific notes.
K,W,G,T,B- Sorry you feel that way. But I assure you; there will be a substantial plot.
Dark Miko 13- Hell yes! Harry/Cho is the only real way to go! Although I have read some Harry/Tonks and Harry/OC I liked.
Dragon Sword Master- Thanks. This one is going to be my first full story, so I gotta pull out all the stops. And what is the point of making Harry Godrics' heir if he's not going to be powerful? As for the Harry/Cho/(fem) Blaise, I'm not sure how to get that worked in to the story. It's like I already have the beginning written, the end mapped out in my head, and the middle flowing from my fingers to the keyboard. Besides, Harrys' always kinda seemed like a one-woman guy to me (unless he's evil, but I'm not going there!). If there was another girl involved, she would have to be OC because I wouldn't know how to write a girl from Hogwarts into their situation. If you're adamant that Blaise should be in here, e-mail me some ideas.
thebravegodric- Thank you. Emrys came to me as I was typing, but the letter from James was the one thing I knew I had to put in. In every Harry as the heir of Gryffindor somebody else tells him. That seemed wrong to me, because if Lily was of non-magic stock then it would come from James. And somebody always knows of Harrys' ancestral link to Godric in those stories, so why not James himself?
General Notes: Warning! I type very slowly! An update a week would be the most anybody should hope for, and maybe less at the moment. I'm getting bogged down by schoolwork and practices for our musical that is coming up in three weeks. Damn lines!
Also, any staunch believers in Ron/Hermione relationships, consider this your one and only warning. Ain't gonna happen here. My personal feelings on that is the two of them are way to different to be able to satisfy each other, so I have some new plans for them. You have been warned. Well, se you next time.
