Chapter 13 – The Source of Magic

And the next moment, he started to scream because of the pain he was feeling all over his body

Fifteen minutes earlier

Lily watched as Harry followed Godric's instructions, and put his seal on the imprint. Then the most weird thing happened the whole room and the pedestal started glowing, she watched in fascination as the walls were pulsing with magic, all the cracks, and cobwebs that had accumulated over the years, were all getting fixed or cleaned.

She returned her attention back to her son only to notice that he seemed to have fallen asleep on a chair, but his hand was still stuck to the glowing pedestal.

It was at this moment that her husband James had entered her painting, and she asked him "What do you think is happening to Harry, and why is it Godric choosing this method for imprinting"

James just shrugged his shoulders.

She brought her attention back to the room, and noticed that every painting was looking at Godric for some reason, now since Godric was on the same wall as her, she could not see him. So she moved out of her painting and moved to one of the opposite ones on the walls.

It seemed as if Godric was in a trance, he was sitting on a chair himself, and had his eyes closed. The borders of his paintings, which were of runic design, were glowing, and changing. Lily had never seen that ever happen before, but well she hadn't seen many things since she was a muggleborn.

After a couple of minutes, Godric opened his eyes, and started to smile for no reason at all, while looking at Harry in high respect. He then looked up to the other paintings as if to request them to wait for him to finish what he had to say before asking any questions to him.

"Now I know most of you must be wondering why I choose this peculiar method for imprinting, one of the reasons is that I wanted us to all to see Harry' s life through his eyes, this would give us a clear understanding about who this young heir is, and how he was brought up. Secondly, this way I could enter his mind to look for some locked away talents, or hidden doors behind which magic could be blocked"

He waited for them all to digest what he had said, some were nodding at him in an understanding manner, while others were just plain confused, he continued "There are many things which I would like to speak only once and not twice, and I believe we don't have much more time. So in brief I would say that, when I first saw Harry get angry, I noticed power coming off him, as a former headmaster, I can easily identify powerful wizards just by looking at them. So I wanted to use this method to confirm my suspicions, which I have"

He stopped speaking when he and everyone else noticed the increase in light present in the room; they then noticed a glowing figure in the middle of the room, with his body straight, and rigid, dangling a few feet off the ground. And anothe most peculiar thing about this was that, the figure was glowing and giving off white light from every inch of his body. They were confused for a second, but they soon realized who he was, because that person had started screaming, and when he started screaming white light came out of his mouth and hit the ceiling.

Every person in the room had to close their eyes; because the light was soo strong that even as paintings they could not bear to see it.

It continued for a couple of minutes, and then with a loud sucking sound, the light was swallowed in by the individual who fell on the floor.

For a few minutes nobody moved or spoke, all eyes were on the individual, who they recognized as Harry, they couldn't believe or understand what just happened, though some older paintings had a look of pure shock written all over their faces, and if they were alive at the moment they would have surely fainted.

It was at this moment that Titus showed up and spoke "Master Godric, the goblins are asking what was the unusual disturbance that occurred, they wish to enter the vault, should I allow them in?"

"No absolutely not, tell them everything is fine, just a old magical item that accidentally broke, nothing serious"

Titus nodded and left.

Lily took this moment to come out of her shock, and all her motherly fears starting arising "GODRIC WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED HERE WITH HARRY AND YOU BETTER GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER"

Everyone cringed, and James and Sirius gave Godric pitiful looks, well aware of the extent of Lily's anger, and what she would do if she wasn't told the truth.

Godric looked like a frightened boy caught doing something he shouldn't do and try to open his mouth a couple of times but couldn't speak anything. Lily looked like an angry bull that would do anything to protect her calf.

Luckily Godric was saved, when Harry took this moment to return to consciousness, and this diverted Lily's attention to him.

Harry was wondering why the second time in a day he had woken up on the floor, but this time the difference was that his body felt like it had been run over by a truck.

His head was spinning and he felt he would puke at any moment, but he had to first get off the ground some way or the other. With great difficulty he got back on the chair from which he had fallen.

He waited for his dizziness and nausea to get over before trying to open his eyes. He opened them and the first thing he noticed was that everything was soo bright, waves and waves of colors were swirling from one place to another, He was shocked at what he saw, he saw bright lights like windows all around him, the floor that he was standing on felt like a pool of colors, he tried to move his feet and the floor rippled as if he had his feet on water.

He noticed his body; he could see thin lines of white light going all throughout his body. He followed them to his chest where the light was heavenly concentrated.

He didn't understand what was going on, but his instinct told him to close his eyes, and try to concentrate on returning his normal vision.

He took a few deep breaths, concentrated hard, and kept on repeating the words

I want my normal eyesight to return

I want my normal eyesight to return

I want my normal eyesight to return

I want my normal eyesight to return

After a couple of moments he felt something, he couldn't describe it, but he felt something weird in his eyes, like a veil had been lifted. He took a chance and slowly opened his eyes, and sighed with relief when he noticed the various paintings looking down on him in awe, he noticed that the room looked newer, cleaner, as if it had just been made. All the paintings looked new as well, their borders looked all shiny and polished, and their runes glowed faintly with power"

"Harry"

Harry looked up to see the concerned face of his mother, and gave her a reassuring smile

"I am fine, but it hurts all over. Can someone tell me what happened"

"Well Harry what do you remember" Harry looked behind to see Godric asking him the question

He closed his eyes and tried to remember what happened, it hit him like a ton of bricks, he remembered everything.

"I remember the door, a griffin took me to that door"

Then he looked up towards Godric and asked, "Were you the griffin by any chance?"

"Yes Harry I was merely looking for locked powers, or talents. It seems I stumbled on a relatively powerful door"

"I remember light, waves of light, it felt like it crashed into me, the last thing I remember after that is the pain loads of pain"

Godric nodded and told him what happened after he left Harry in the void, the way he was giving off light, was dangling in the middle of the room, a few feet off the ground. Harry asked if Godric was pulling his leg or something.

To this Godric laughed and replied "No"

"So what does this mean, like why do I have locked away powers, and why is it hurting soo much" Harry tried to move his body a little, but every time he did, his body protested.

Godric didn't speak for a whole minute, with his thumbs massaging his temples, as if gathering his thoughts.

"Well let's start from the very beginning Harry. Tell me what do you think of pureblood wizards? Do you think they are right when they say that they are the most powerful species of wizards on the planet?"

Harry wasn't expecting that, but he knew this was leading to the answer he sought.

"Well I don't know, me and a couple of my friends defeated a bunch of purebloods in the ministry, and well I don't think someone like the Malloy's are all that powerful like they claim to be, because they don't have power, they derive their power from dark magic. Also I think this must be one of the few reasons ancient magic must have been lost over the centuries. I was reading this book a couple of days back, and the spells in it require considerable power"

Godric was impressed with the boy's quick thinking "Very good Harry, very good. You have spoken correctly, now tell me another thing, can a muggleborn be more powerful than a pureblood and why"

This time he really had to think, whenever he thought of muggleborn's the first thing that popped in his mind was his best friends name, "Well Hermione is a very powerful witch I agree, but when combating someone who is proficient in dark magic, she would lose. But if people were to compare her on the same spells, they would rate her higher, she is quite good at them, and usually the first to do them correctly"

Godric nodded again, "But you haven't answered my question Harry, is Hermione a more powerful witch than a pureblood witch?"

"I don't know"

"Hmm Harry tell me what does blood have to do with magic"

Harry was stumped by that question; it sounded more like a question he would expect from a potions master

"Well blood is quite magical, and well it is used in a variety of potions, and if I remember my potions correctly dragons blood is the strongest magical blood in existence"

Godric smiled at the young man in front of him, he may show a tough side to everyone else, but he was still a fifteen year old, with the fate of the world on his shoulders.

"I am sure your potions master will be impressed by that Harry, but that wasn't the answer I was looking for"

"Then what do you want me to say"

Godric thought he had asked enough questions and it was time he should just answer his questions

"Well Harry its quite simple, purebloods believe that magic is passed from one generation to another, something like muggle genetics which I heard from your mother a couple of days back. They believe that intermarrying between themselves, they are creating a powerful heir, like with genetics a powerful human. But sadly magic doesn't work that way."

Godric waited for Harry to give him a nod to continue.

"Tell me Harry if purebloods believe that, then how come muggleborns are in existence, if they have no magical parents."

Harry wondered about that once upon a time, but he shrugged it off, now he really wanted to know the answer to that question, "I don't know"

Godric expected that as Harry's response, when you are a painting as old as Godric, you tend to have a lot of time to think, chat with other important people over the ages, and come up with solutions to problems that would have eluded him if he was alive.

"From what I gather Harry, Muggleborns are linked directly to the Source of Magic, they are more like his children, or someone who has been gifted directly by him, they are the true wizards, purebloods are just passing on a gift from one person to another. Wizards are a vessel for magic, to some the source gives more magic then others, and to some he doesn't give at all. Now you would ask me why, for that even I don't have a answer, I guess it is how the grand order of things are meant to be. But the truth is that purebloods are just passing on the vessel, while muggleborns are the ones which magic has chosen to enter. They are linked to the source more than any other. Now what about half bloods Harry?"

Harry shrugged

"Now Half bloods are the strange ones, they have inherited the vessel, while also the link that their muggleborn parent had, so they are linked to the source, as well as have a big vessel. For most the source blocks out the power with doors, but for some he doesn't, another question for which I don't have any answer, but you my friend were never blocked by the source"

Harry's mouth was open, but he let Godric continue "Yours was closed off by something else, tell me Harry what did you notice about this door"

Harry scrunched up his face trying to remember the door, he remembered the wood, the design like an old castle door without any locks, and then he remembered the marking, he touched his scar, and spoke in a whisper "A lightening Bolt"

Godric heard that. "Very good Harry now your godfather told us about your life, but I think it is time we all see your history with our own eyes. Give us a few minutes and we shall return and finish our talk then"

Harry nodded, and every painting closed their eyes, and the pedestal descended in the floor.

He thought he might as well take a short nap while the paintings were watching his memories, and he made himself comfortable on the chair, and fell asleep.

Authors Note: Sorry haven't updated in a while, my internet connection was giving me some problem, and I needed some time to rethink how the story should proceed. In my mind only the fighting scenes exist, to make a story around it requires me to think a lot. So sorry if I am such a tube light ;)