The Next Generation and the Blades of Alpha and Omega
Chapter Three: Thinking…
AN: It's my birthday today, and this is my present to you!

Si fractum non sit, noli id reficere - If it ain't broke, don't fix it

The ever-aging Albus Dumbledore sat in in his circular office. Through his half moon glasses he read the classics and Plato's: The Dialogues in the original Greek, and thought. Leisure thinking was something the old man seemed to have a lot of time to do over the past twenty or so years. Now that the threat was more or less over.. Now that the wizarding world had closure and finally a smidgen of peace… And everyone was busy creating their own Happily Ever After.

All right, so the jig was up. Never in the in the history of Hogwarts had such porkies been uttered under its hallowed halls. The last two decades of the shrewd, elderly headmaster's life had been the most tedious, trivial, and slowest passing he had ever experienced. The Order was still intact, but long dispatched. The biggest threat to the Wizarding World seemed to be pesky teenagers continuing to blow up muggle toilets.

Call it selfishness, but Albus Dumbledore would've killed to have a speck of excitement these days. There were hardly any cheeky students to punish, let alone any overwhelming evil to vanquish. No, Harry James Potter had taken care of that matter long ago…

The Headmaster was jolted out of his self-piteous conceptions by a sudden Whoosh of a corner fireplace that hadn't been in use for about twenty years. In a matter of seconds he was staring at the blue enflamed head of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Is there a problem, Kingsley?" Dumbledore tried to keep the glint of hope out of his eye.

"Well, yes and no, Headmaster. You see, we got in a report today that the Blade of Alpha has gone missing from Turris Fini." One Fifth of Shacklebolt uttered out.

"But that would have to be impossible-unless.."

"There's been no report of any strange activities." The old man was cut off.

"All the same, be keeping your eye out, and up security around the premises if you can." Dumbledore uttered.

"Will do, sir." The, in spite of everything, still bald man vowed before dematerializing in an instant, a momentary flash of azure smoke in his wake.

After he was gone the old man immediately began scribbling a note on a fresh piece of parchment. He soon finished, carefully applying the official Order of the Phoenix wax seal and addressing it to a Mr. Harry James Potter. One thought crossed the old man's mind as he witnessed the ever faithful crimson-colored bird fly away, soon disappearing across the horizon.

Be careful what you wish for…

The Potter family rushed through the oak double doors of their home, exhausted by their annual extended family outing. No blood had been drawn, but it had been excruciating all the same. The Potter children rushed up the grand staircase, each almost completely weighed down by the weight of their shopping bags.

Harry was just about to follow his wife up the flight of steps when something caught his eye in the kitchen. Or, more so it caught Juno's (Farrah's new black kitten) eye. There in the kitchen, noble as ever with the moonlight shining off his wings, was Fawkes the Phoenix. The bird appeared to have a letter tied to its leg. It read briefly:

Harry,

The Blade of Alpha has been reported stolen. I have advised Kingsley to tell the merfolk to up the security around Turris Fini. There is nothing you can do, so please do not worry. We can talk more about this matter when you arrive on the First.

Yours,

Dumbledore

Not worry? How could he not worry? There could be a little Voldemort wandering around under everyone's nose! An old memory came drifting to the Man-Who-Lived's mind as he lost himself in his thoughts..

He was once again in Dumbledore's office as he had been many times before. It was the beginning of his Sixth year. Sirius had died just a number of months before. Dumbledore was sitting parallel to him. There was nothing particularly special about the scene except for the long entrancing sword that lay harmlessly between them. The grip was encrusted with an array of rubies and diamonds and engraved upon the blade itself was one word: GRYFFINDOR.

One may be satisfied in thinking that they've solved the mystifying puzzle. It may be thought that this was simply the sword of Gryffindor that Harry used in the heart of the school in the Chamber of Secrets so many years ago.. but no. The sword of Gryffindor was safely mounted on a wall, adjacent to the two wizards sitting down.

"Do you know what this is, Harry?" The older of the two inquired.

"No, sir." The teenager responded. By now the two were peering over the sword, both in deep observation.

"This is the Blade of Omega. It was used by Godric Gryffindor to kill Salazaar Slytherin. Legend has it that it was the only thing that was able to."

Harry nodded in understanding.

"Because, as you know, Voldemort is the heir of Slytherin, I am under vindicated belief that this sword may do the trick. I have no way of truly knowing if you are the heir of Gryffindor, the Potter family genealogy was destroyed, purposely it seems, just before the year of our lord 1137. Fortunately there are other records and histories at our disposal to confirm this. All in all Harry, It appears that you will be reenacting history."

And reenact history they did. Almost two years later Harry had engaged in the most physically and mentally demanding battle of his life. To this day he thanks God daily that he was the one who came out alive.

But there was more. Godric had had a weapon that day millennia ago, yet Salazaar did not go unarmed. His sword was called appropriately: The Blade of Alpha. The Blade of beginning. The sword that had started it all.

More than once the blade of omega had ended it all.

By now, everyone was sleeping peacefully through the night in the Potter household except one girl who was to be starting school tomorrow. She was currently engaged in a nightmare.

She was swimming it seemed, several miles underwater. It appeared that she was coming toward and underground castle of some sort. It all felt so real, she could feel her muscles straining as she propelled herself through the water. She could feel it separating her hair as she swam forward.

Yet she was breathing through it all.

As she got closer she could see that there seemed to be merfolk sentries surrounding the place. Fortunately, they didn't seem to notice her. Entering through a window opening she made her way into the castle. For a while she seemed to do nothing, though it began to feel like she was unconsciously waiting for something. Or someone, as she soon realized after seeing an inconspicuous figure out of the corner of her eye. It didn't take long before she was following him closely. He too, like the merfolk, didn't seem to notice her.

In her haste to catch up the boy she managed to get a glimpse of his face. She immediately remembered him from somewhere. Her momentary logic was pushed aside though when they took a detour into a heavily guarded room. So the boy was invisible as well. There looked as if there was nothing but a sword in stone in the middle of the chamber, making the room seem not only cold and empty, but terribly important as well. Like a mythical King Arthur, the effortlessly and quickly unsheathed the blade from the stone and disappeared with a POP a moment later.

Seconds after that she could feel the dream slipping away from her. It was harder to breathe, and by the way she was leaving, she knew she would have no memory of her dream in the morning.

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Porkies- Cockney rhyming slang for Lies.