Disclaimer: If I owned anything in Harry Potter do you think I would be sitting here writing a fanfiction?

A/N: Thank you to all of my reviewers. Ya'll are really nice! Just so everyone knows what I think, I agree with one of my reviewers on the subject of the Half Blood Prince. JK Rowling said it wasn't Harry or Voldemort, but she never said it wasn't Tom Riddle. She also claimed that she almost used that title for the second book and the only main Half Bloods were Harry and Tom Riddle. It makes since! Please keep reading and tell me who you think it is!

Chapter 6- The Heir and the Surprise

"What are you guys looking at me for? I don't know who it is!" Harry exclaimed. He was extremely confused by his friends piercing stares. How was he supposed to know who the Heir of Gryffindor was?

"Don't you see it? I don't know how it took me this long to realize it. I should have known right away!" Hermione said realization etched all over her face.

"What are you talking about, Hermione? What should you have realized?"

"You really are thick sometimes, Mate." Explained Ron. He was looking at Harry with a mixture of admiration and jealousy. "You're Gryffindor's heir."

"WHAT? I CAN'T BE GRYFFINDOR'S HEIR!"

"Harry, will you please calm down?" Hermione was scared at the point. She knew how Harry could get when his temper rose. People were already starting to stare, because Harry had shouted so loud. "Let's just talk about it. It does make sense."

Harry took a minute to control his temper. Once he was sure he wouldn't start shouting again, he spoke to Hermione calmly. "Hermione, there is no way I can be Gryffindor's heir."

"Why not? Your in Gryffindor, your enemy is Voldemort, and you're defiantly set apart."

"What do you mean, I'm set apart?"

"Harry, you know what I mean."

"But still, not everyone knows that I'm set apart so maybe there are other people that are set apart, too."

"That's a good point, Hermione." Ron said, seeing that the conversation was safe to join into.

"Yeah, I'm not saying it's true until I have proof." Harry agreed.

"How much more-" Hermione suddenly broke off looking at Harry. "Oh my gosh! I just realized! Your eyes! I'll see you guys in the common room." And at that she stood up and ran out of the Great Hall.

"What was that about?" Harry asked Ron who was just as confused as Harry.

"I think she went to go read a book."

"Can you believe her? We aren't even done with the welcoming feast, and she's already gone to the library."

"She really is mental."

As soon as everyone was done eating, the plates cleared off, and every eye turned to look at their headmaster. Seeing all the anxious faces, Dumbledore stood up and addressed the school.

"Now that all of our stomachs are full, I would like to inform you of some changes that will be taking place his year. First of all, new students must note that the Forbidden Forest is completely off limits, but I think some of our older students would do well to remember that as well." He gave a small smile in Harry and Ron's direction. "Also, We have a new addition to our teaching staff. May I introduce Nymphadora Tonks!"

Harry noticed for the first time that Tonks was sitting up at the staff table next to McGonagall. He clapped along very loudly and cheered for a very embarrassed Tonks. She had brownish blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders and a very young looking face. It was then that Harry wondered for the first time what her true appearance was, for she was a metamorphmagus. She could change her appearance at will.

"Professor Tonks is a highly skilled and trained auror. I believe she will be an excellent replacement for our last Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore continued.
"Now, as we have entered a most dangerous time some things at Hogwarts will be changing. No one is to go wandering around school grounds alone and they are forbidden after dark. Also, each quidditch practice will be carefully monitored by Madam Hooch.
If any trouble arises during the year, more changes will be made to secure the safety of our students. I think that is all of the announcements we have for tonight, so, Prefects, if you don't mind, help our younger students to their dormitories."

Ron decided that there were enough prefects to help the first years, so he and Harry were the first to leave the Great Hall. There were trying to get to Hermione as fast as possible. It wasn't until they reached the Common Room that they found her.

"Hermione, where were you? You took of so fast." Ron asked.

"I had to go look at something in Hogwarts, A History."

"You said something about my eyes. What were you going on about?" Questioned Harry.

"Here, let me show you. Your eyes are the exact same as Godric Gryffindor's. There isn't any difference. And it says here that Gryffindor was well known for his outstanding looks and beautiful, emerald eyes."

"Well, Harry, you must not be his heir after all. It says he had good looks." Ron joked

Hermione obviously didn't find the joke very amusing. "Very funny, Ron. Now, how much more proof do you need?"

"Look, just because we have the same eyes doesn't mean we're related. It could just be coincidence."

"Do you think that the fact that his daughter married a guy named Harold Evans is coincidence too?"

Ron coughed at this. "Wasn't Harry's mums last name Evans?"

"Yes, Ronald. That is what I'm trying to say. Listen to me. Harry, you are the heir of Godric Gryffindor. It all fits perfectly."

"I need one more thing to prove it. Something that defies coincidence."

"How about this? Godric Gryffindor lived in a very nice manor, which was torn down after his death. In its place was built a neighborhood, Godric's Hollow. Only those of direct lineage of Godric Gryffindor or one of his close associates could live in that particular neighborhood."

"My parents lived in Godric's Hollow."

"Wow, Mate. No wonder you have so much money. You inherited it from Godric Gryffindor." Ron said lightly.

"I DID NOT INHERIT IT FROM GODRIC GRYFFINDOR! I INHERITED IT FROM MY PARENTS! AND I WOULDN'T HAVE ANY OF IT IF VOLDEMORT HADN'T KILLED THEM! I WOULD GIVE IT ALL AWAY IF I COULD JUST HAVE MY PARENTS AND SIRIUS BACK!"

"Harry, please. He didn't mean it like that. You have to forgive him. He doesn't think before he talks." Hermione gave Ron a very nasty look.

"I DON'T CARE HOW HE MENT IT! I DON'T WANT ALL OF THAT MONEY! I COULD CARE LESS IF I'M RELATED TO GODRIC GRYFFINDOR! I JUST WANT TO BE NORMAL! BUT NO! I'M HARRY POTTER, THE BOY WHO LIVED! WHY CAN'T I JUST BE TREATED LIKE EVERYONE ELSE? I'M SICK OF IT!"

"But, Harry, you're not like everyone else. You are so strong and powerful and brave. Like the sorting hat said, you're the one who's set apart. We have to treat you differently. Ron and I treat you as our best friend, but anyone who sees you will know that you are different. You are a very powerful wizard, and you deserve to be treated like one. That is why we treat you different."

"Yeah, Mate. You have so many secrets, and some you even keep from us. No one else in this castle has that many secrets. That's one thing that makes you so different. You are involved in things that the people here cannot imagine what's its like to be in them. How can we not treat someone like you different? It's you. Since the first day at Hogwarts, you have been different."

"Look, I'm sorry. I've just got a lot going on right now. Do you mind if I have some time alone? I'll be better tomorrow, I promise."

"Alright." Hermione said sympathetically. "Oh, Harry. I ran into McGonagall downstairs and she told me to tell you that Dumbledore needs you in his office tomorrow right after breakfast. He said he would give you permission to miss your first class."

"Okay. Thanks, Hermione."

The next morning Harry got up feeling very well rested. He was glad that he could get to sleep early the night before and thankfully hadn't had any dreams about his late godfather. In fact, he hadn't had any dreams at all that he could remember.

Ever since Sirius died, Harry had been trying extremely hard to empty his mind every night. He was becoming quite good at it and hadn't had any dreams about Voldemort since the night at Hermione's. He had a feeling that Dumbledore was going to want him to continue Occlumency, and Harry wouldn't object at all. He thought that he needed to close his mind, so Voldemort couldn't use his thoughts to lure him out of school again. He couldn't stand any more loses at the time.

As Harry was heading out the portrait hole, he heard someone call his name from behind him. Turning around, he noticed a very pretty girl with long, dark hair. She was very tan and had beautiful blue eyes. It was Parvati Patil.

"Oh! Hi, Parvati."

"Hello, Harry. I was just going to the Great Hall. Would you like to walk with me?"

"Sure, that'd be nice."

"Okay good. So how was your summer?"

"It wasn't bad. How about yours?"

"My sister and I went to visit my dad. My parents are divorced and we don't get to see him much. It was a nice change."

"That's good. So what classes are you taking?"

"Well, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, Divination, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures."

"We should have most of the same classes. I am doing Potions and not Divination, though."

"Oh that's awesome, Harry!"

"Yeah it is."

"Well, I have to go. I told Lavender I would sit with her. It was nice talking to you, Harry."

"Okay. Bye." And Harry turned towards Ron and Hermione and sat down. He had a smile on his face that told his friends something had happened.

"Harry? What's up?" Hermione questioned, but Ron wasn't paying any attention.

"What? Nothing. I'm just glad I get to miss my first class. I hope its Potions." He lied quickly.

"Here are our schedules now. I hope it's not as bad as last year." Ron said finally joining the conversation.

Harry took his and gave a sigh of relief. But then something caught his eye that made his heart stop beating.

Monday-
Potions
Care of Magical Creatures
Lunch
Double Divination

Tuesday-
Double Herbology
Lunch
Transfiguration
Defense Against the Dark Arts

Wednesday-
Potions
Care of Magical Creatures
Lunch
Double Charms

Thursday-
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Lunch
Divination
Care of Magical Creatures

Friday-
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Lunch
Transfiguration

"How in the world do I have Divination?" Harry blurted out causing many people to look his way.

"What are you talking about, Mate?"

"It says I have Divination! I didn't sign up for that!"

"You need to talk to Dumbledore about it when you meet him. Please don't bite our heads off. We didn't make the schedules."

"I'm not mad at ya'll, Hermione. But I am going to go ahead and have that talk with the headmaster. See you guys in Care of Magical Creatures."

And he stormed out of the Great Hall, many confused looks following him. As he reached the stone gargoyle that was the entrance to Dumbledore's office, he realized he didn't know the password. Harry decided to try every candy imaginable, as that was Dumbledore's favorite choice of passwords.

"Lemon Drop, Fizzing Whizbee, Drouble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Licorice Pops, Cockroach Cluster, Sugar Quills, Canary Creams, Ton Tongue Toffees, Skiving Snackboxes." And, surprising himself, the gargoyle sprang to life, letting Harry pass up a winding staircase.

Harry knocked on the door to be polite and entered when the professor told him to.

"Well hello, Harry. I suspect you had a nice summer?"

"Yes, sir. But there is something I need to ask you."

"It is about why I placed you in Divination this year, I'm guessing."

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Lucky guess. I placed you in that class because Professor Trelawney and Firenze are teaching about prophecies this year. I thought it might be good for you to know a little about them. I can always take you out if you insist, but I think it wise you know some background information on the thing that has sealed your fate."

"Yes, Professor. I would like to take that class." Harry knew he was lying saying he wanted to take the class, but agreed with Dumbledore that he needed to know more about the prophecy's background.

"I would also like to inform you, Harry, of your quidditch practices. No not the Gryffindor's practice but England's. You will be practicing on your own during Gryffindor practice on plays your captain has sent you via owl post. And then every other Saturday, England's team will come here to Hogwarts to practice with you. The first practice will be a week from this Saturday."

"Okay. That sounds great! I can't wait!"

"And, Harry. Do not be alarmed if you see Sirius missing from his picture by your bed at night. He is doing guard duty for the order every night. And he might drop into some of your classes along the day to say hi. He is free to wander the portraits of Hogwarts."

"How did you know about that?"

"I saw him running along the 7th floor just this morning and stopped to have a chat with him. It is nice to have him back. There is one other thing, Harry. Occlumency will resume on Wednesday in my office. I will be teaching you this year. It will be every Wednesday at 6 o'clock."

"Yes, sir."

"And, Harry." Dumbledore said as he was getting up to leave. "I have not confirmed whom the heir of Gryffindor is yet, but I think Miss Granger is right. She made some very valid points. You may be going, good day." This signaled the end of the conversation, and Harry knew it was time to leave.

"Good day, Professor." Harry said as he was walking out the door.