Shitza: I'm baaaaaaaack, and I'm so sorry for this awful long delay. A hundred times apologises but I've been ill for the last days and during that time I haven't given it a thought, except to say I copied down the whole story. I'm going to kill myself if I once more manage to make another mistake. Refreshed all memories, trying to be a bit more serious now this is getting really long.

Also there's so much homework and the big things have finally started, so finding time for this have been harder then ever. Oh, feels like I'm speaking riddles (sigh, twists tongue)

This chapter will be really unusual, and don't ask about... you'll see. I had to write something, that's all I can say. Does it make sense? I hope you'll might see this, is you do you are extremely clever!!! As for me, I'll explain this, in the future.

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Chapter 17 The Star of Merlin

Can old powers, more ancient then anything, reawaken and then die?

Can old powers, more powerful then anything, slip away and fall?

Can old magic, ancient and beautiful, create and destroy?

Can life itself continue, once these powers are gone?

Once the light had disappeared, nothing was there, except for the silence and the time, the village and its people, the sun and the hidden stars, the clouds and the sky, the heirs, but no star. They all looked around, confused. None of them had a clue on what had happened, yet it looked like the black diamond was gone. Destroyed to put it in a better word noticing the shards on the floor. As for the star it looked like it had disappeared in smoke.

Ron brushed the dust from his robe and helped Cassandra back to her feet, since she had fallen back. Draco sat bent by Hermione's side ever since. Neville examined the broken shards and Harry stood by a window, thinking. So strange things had happened, for such a short time. He wondered what would happen next. Would Voldemort's darkness attack, or was this another calmness before a new raging storm?

"Hey, Potter" Draco said looking up from Hermione, who now sat up instead of lying. "A galleon for your thoughts" the heir of Slytherin said. The others looked first at Draco, then at Harry expecting an answer.

"Okay, I was just wondering where you could find the nearest Wizarding lawyer." He answered back receiving weird glares.

"Why in the name of the Wizarding world would you want that. They are just a bunch of dusted old warlocks who tricks you of money. Believe me, I've dealt with them once." Cassandra said creating a needle to sew back the cuts on her robe she had received while being blown back. She was actually the only one who had done it.

"Well, there's one in London" Ron said helpfully. "yet I agree with Cass, you don't need them. Guess who stole the old Weasley family fortune eighty-five years ago."

Harry raised his wand and summoned a document from the castle. It was the same document he had received from Neville on his seventeenth birthday. He carefully opened it and read it to make sure he had received the right one.

"Tell Hogwarts I'll have to go, I'll be back tomorrow for dinner." He said folding it. The others stared at him.

"Are you sure of what you are doing, I mean there's a lot of explanations for this, still you are making it towards London. Is that really necessary?" Cassandra asked. "I mean, I could think out the explanation."

Harry smiled. "No you wouldn't because no one know the real answer. It is hidden in some old pages of an old diary written about the same time as your ancestor lived."

"You can't be serious," she said backing.

"See you all later, I have a train to catch."

He disappeared through the doorway, not looking back on his friends. Outside the villagers backed away from him as he made his way towards the station and to a soon departing train to London.

It took hours to get back, and he spent the time mostly wondering and thinking. Still he couldn't get that stupid diamond out from his head. AS the journey continued he grew impatient. After hours, around midday he finally reached his destination, King's Cross. He walked out, through the barrier into the Muggle world. He made his way towards the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley.

(In Hogwarts)

Hours had passed since Harry had departed and even if he had told them he would be back tomorrow, they still couldn't help worrying. In fact they hadn't been doing anything since he had left. Most of them, except Neville and in this case also Hermione, had no clue of what was going on. Yet Cassandra, the clever Ravenclaw had about a hundred options from he had left us for good, till he will be back with the answers.

The castle itself too wondered what he had gone. Most students whispered about him going to Voldemort's hideout in order to finish it once and for all. Others thought he had abandoned them, which the heirs in these matters tried to tell people of. Many students asked them but they didn't answer.

The sundown was a beauty of colours and emotions. In this case it reflected theirs. From having been such a wonderful time returning to the castle it was horrifying. The bright days had grown so dark they many times had considered finding Voldemort's hideouts to finish it all. Of course they knew he had his central one in Rosengard, but it didn't stop them from it. Indeed Cassandra would really look forward for such a meeting since it was her old school it mattered. Neville was really the only one who didn't want to since the path seemed so distant and empty like there would be nothing to be done there except terror. Yet he knew sooner or later the others would win. Instead he thought of preparing himself. He had never been the attacker, indeed no Hufflepuff in history had been the one to attack a place or a person. They had always been the ones to sit behind taking care of the wounded, in some specific cases been the ones who defended. Even the great Helga had done nothing of the kind, all Hufflepuffs disgusted fighting.

The evening grew cold, yet still not as cold as it had been during the morning. The heirs retired back to their rooms and dormitories to wait for Harry. It was still Friday, their day of as it could be called. Tomorrow at least they would have a sleep in and they surely would enjoy it. So much had happened during a week they weren't sure they would be able to continue if it continued.

(London, Diagon Alley Number 74)

Harry sat waiting for the old ancient warlock who had offered to help. Well it couldn't exactly be called help, looking at what he wanted for it. Still it was better then nothing and he didn't seem like the real greedy type who would try to lure him of money.

Soon the Magical Lawyer returned, an old battered book in his hands. On the front was a white star.

"Here Mr Merlin, it will be five hundred and sixty-five galleons for this."

Harry took out a parchment and wrote a letter to the goblets giving them permission to transfer the money to the Lawyer's vault. The lawyer bowed thanking and showed Harry the way out. Harry shook the man's hand and hurried out from the alley. He would soon be late to catch the train home. He took the underground railway to King's Cross and from there he hurried towards the platform 9¾ He just caught it, before it departed into the pitch-black night.

(Hogwarts, 7am)

The castle was all quiet as most of these students still were asleep. Unfortunately the heirs hadn't received most of their sleep in as once again the marauders had awoken them roughly. Somehow the marauders had picked them as their favourite targets, which drew Cassandra so angry she had threatened to blow away the walls in order to find them. Ron had to restrain her so she wouldn't do anything. The marauders surely lived dangerous once they had awoken her from her sleep. Especially those days she had decided to sleep rather then sitting reading in the library.

Now they all were in their specific chambers. Cassandra sat in the High Ravenclaw Chamber reading. Neville sat in the Hufflepuff Chamber breeding new potions and potions ingredients. Ron trained swords fighting in the Gryffindor Chamber. Draco and Hermione cleaned out the last mess in the Chamber of Secret enjoying their time alone.

Suddenly, even down to the Slytherin Chamber they heard the calling voice of McGonagall calling them to the Staff room. They wondered what was going on. They pleaded it was nothing of the unordinary. They had enough for a year already. McGonagall had returned the previous evening from St Mungus.

Neville was the first to arrive and he simply nodded once he saw what McGonagall had meant. Next came, who had no idea of what was going on and she didn't recognise the stranger who had visited. Hermione and Draco simply nodded all though he seemed familiar. Yet when Ron came...

"Harry! You're back!" he said giving the stunned heir a friendly hug. Harry removed his hood and Draco, Hermione and Cassandra stared.

"Honestly guys, does a hood protect my identity from you, I mean even McGonagall recognised me once she saw me."

"That was a cheap trick Potter!" Cassandra said. You didn't hide just by a cloak. You hid just as much with magic as that cloak."

"Well, I did put an Anti-Distinguishing Charm on myself after entering the train, yet most of its affects has worn of, I mean the people surely recognised me at Hogsmeade."

"Well, after this night I'm surprised even Gryffindor recognised you. After all, we barely had any sleep at all." Draco said yawning. The others nodded, even Ron.

"Oh, what happened?" Harry asked.

"Those freaking marauders decided to give us quite an early wake up. And do you know what they did... THEY DIDN'T EVEN USE THE OLD SWEET LITTLE BUCKET OF WATER THROWN OVER YOU, NO!!! They decided they would use magic and lots of other foul things to get us up." Cassandra yelled outraged.

Harry laughed. He knew how Cassandra acted towards any kind of rule breakers. Instead he asked her to continue.

"Well, that Colin Creevey summoned a niffler to my room, and as I have some old family jewels left, that little creature thought it was funny to steal it all. That thing destroyed my bed, so I do hope those Creevey brothers can buy me a new one or else they will pay!"

"For mine and Neville's part Blaze planted some thistles into our beds. Magical ones so as for us, our beds too have been destroyed. It wasn't gunny to wake up with all those thorns in your back and especially not after being exhausted."

"Yeah, we should really have told the whole castle the true story of what happened, I mean we haven't told them yet." Hermione said. "At least then Blaze at least could have left us alone. Yet as for me, it's Dennis I'm cross at. He managed to sneak into my dormitory, I have no idea of how he did it. Still he charmed my bed into ice so now I don't have any. It has melted away."

"He did the same to me, Hermione. You're not alone in this." Draco said.

"Well deal with them later, right now I will explain the reason why I had to leave." He showed them a really old book. At the cover they saw a star, a white star. He let it pass around. Most of them stared at it, Hermione and Cassandra really treated it like some treasure. It's old leather bound cover looked like it could fall of any second, only it had been placed there by a strong magic.

"What kind of book is it?" Cassandra asked. Neither of them had yet so far opened it, as it didn't seam to want to. It remained close until Harry retrieved it from Ron who had been the last one to look. He opened it carefully revealing what looked like old runes, like the ones the Vikings once had used.

"It's the diary of Merlin, yet it's languish is to old for me to understand."

"Let me see" Cassandra demanded gently taking the book. She read the first runes carefully before gasping.

"It's Latin, and its written in runes... mmm... I think I understand."

The other ones bent closer to her to listen as she mumbled in some strange flowing language, which sounded very much like gibberish.

"Listen to this" she said raising her voice several octaves so that the other five jumped of surprise. "Long will I remain on this earth, even if so the royal blood has betrayed me and the loyal bond from Arthur has gone I will stand where I stand. I will remember this day, the day I did my really first mistake. Morgan is since years dead, my dear little daughter will carry on with my line until the day comes for everything to reawaken. I will watch them, as a star, as hope itself. I will lend them my powers when they will need and darkness will corrupt everything.

Alas, my time is nearing and I just wish I could understand what that young woman meant being in her trance. We were supposed to meet, yet Morgan turned her back on us and now just time will tell when next time will be. All I know is what was copied down. I do hope that the ones this was meant for will find it:

Because as the smoke will rise from the darkness, the hidden treasures from the deep will slowly burn and then become to ashes. It will burn in a golden fire, red flames. The dust will spread to all the corners of the world, a hundred places. I surely wish that our heirs would come out of the things, said. The time when we are old and gone, they will come back again.

As for the flames that slowly will burn in the deepness, just before the night goes over to turn to the morning, the glory of the day. As it slowly comes the roll of sun everlasting new glorious amber round doom eyes nor sees the ways we know. It will be said as higher the doom of the world nearer, its fate grows as dark as ever. As the darkness will glow, takes it down, from what we call, the dawn.

We all live in legends, which folds from the closing future and the real true past. We can't see what lies ahead, just hell knows that. It's a danger to see your own destiny, your own future. Either trusts heaven. Please plea so that the light will shine brighter, the days glow. That's how we'll survive. It is how it is to stay apart from the dangers we do not seek.

Look at the trees, which are weak and will brake just in the little raging storm. It is threatening everything, including the rain, sun and snow, the weathers of power. Yet also look at what's beneath, who stays while the roots are snapped from the ground. Grass is small, but can bend as the raging storm grows. It's will overflow the grass, which may be small, but in these winds, as the wind will grow, strengthen. It wins, bends to its strength. It's soon going to bend to its will, but still only the weaker powers listen to what it do, to what it has to say.

Because it is an never-ending battle between life and death. It will still battle, as greatly as in any time seen or unseen. Here it will be dark, there it is light. Both will meet what future foretells, their fates change as time flows. All because of the little flower, the white Anemone, my since lost daughter. Two sides will fight, because nothing can stay, but it will be a courageous fight. Heir in sleep, enemy seek, stand on either side. In or outside the way.

It has been a long time since she has foreseen this, standing by her side. She's far of a noble seer, sees the lightning. It is a deadly time, where death strikes wherever fate puts her hand. Of all times we know only the brave hearts of old time can win. Five in all, a power that can't loose. It's a power more greatly then anything, which shall stand for the light and truths. Beat them it shall, as long light won't die, as long as it don't prevail.

Fire is the burning hope for whatever courageous as fire leads in the dark paths. These lions of courage will go as wind rushes over the landscapes, as it will blow once more. In the sky, eagle's eyes and wings are answer as well. Down on the earth, dust and mod will bend to loyal hand. See rather black, water may clean. It will fly from the river to the nature sorceress. Giving her a hand.

Where eagles flies, they sees the darkness. It's a horizon of living hell. On the ground badgers looms, as the darkness fall. In the night, you can hear the lions and how they roars. In the dessert, the snakes sleep. It lives peacefully, it will never move unless something occurs and it has to bite, in order to remain. Its own tail is shortly left behind.

The day leaves, once again the wind grows, and that is a way of a warm welcome, to death. Your solitude must then lead them to safely areas. Don't go to the wind as every wind see death take away. Just follow your heart to the east, where the walls protect from vampires. They betrays the land and our homes. He has no distinguishing left of old lives, old habits. Blood has taken over his mind. He fears light as much as darkness.

Purity is water, but also light. Lights are stars. Stars that shine with power of love. Before nothing was here, the stars lit battles. They are the glimmer of the night. It shines like a thousand candles, like a thousand eyes watching as the same eyes still is there. They will close once they remembers, they remember forever. They remember green forest, bright flames. Yet darkness will take it away, take them all away. Blow them out like candles.

It is hope we rely on, hope, which will light up the depressed souls and the far away future. Winds may blow if darkness loose, as the battle is won. But it's a long way, does anything happen the moon may never shine again. We must hope it will rise, for the fifth day of war, but if no such thing does happen. If one thing goes wrong. Will we then ever survive?

We must rely on our creatures, the help we get. Ghost and lizards as well as giant and trolls. They are creatures, which stands for the light. They are creatures, of old ancient times, living since long before any witch or wizard. Combined, they can give your powers a run for your money. Their strength is unbelievable, or else they may fall, like the rest. Through darkness they have nothing, it's cold as ice, hard as hell. We've heard as told.

Walls an option of protection. That's why we are surrounded by them. They can rise, even if so, higher then any of the mountains. It is life that's gone, in both magical and unmagical paths. They are ways of tears. Tears that may trickle once your emotions are reflected upon a mirror. You run down the paces you have lost, the past you have forgotten of old. It's a sorrowly game, ways that are gone as the mirror shatters beneath you.

Wind is freedom. It's warm and it wants to lead them towards safety and freedom. Fire is courage, it will start to spread through them, from the highest top to down the paces. In all ways as a tiny jolt of fiery emotions. The earth stands as it shows stability, as it may be hard. But even if hard, purity, water, can rush it away.

It is morning, which grows steadily. At the sea, wind plays with the waves. In the hall, of class, the gentlemen are smoking, outside the night flea the ways it can. In the world of the dead, all of sudden, the guards are awoken. Magic faces difficulties, and also probably what can become the end of their time, as once said. It was made to be made.

This what we saw from our own eyes, this is what the angels in heaven listen to. They are words of old. Because the thing that's since long gone, it will rise again. It will all be terrible and cold. Deadly and black. Immortal and empty. Painful and swift.

That's why we are spirits, in a game of everything. We are of life. Yet there's also spirits of the opposite death. That's why we hear our words, like a sorrowful song, which keep haunting us. They hear our preys, but only laugh. The five hearts and powers will leave, the worthy will still rise again. They will arise as war rolls over their feet, the blood is spilt and it drops down onto dry earth. Life itself will flee, if wrong blood is spilt, life flees."

Everyone stared at Cassandra, eyes wide. What in the world had that text meant?

"That was odd" Harry said. The others nodded.

"At least we now know what sort of star I found in that cave. It was the star of Merlin. Yet how in the world did I even manage that. I just found it because of Crookshanks escaping away. That cat has something for caves."

Draco yawned. "I think we should concentrate on that later. Right now I want to catch those pranksters and give them a hell of lesson for pranking us."

"Any ideas?" Hermione asked. She really disliked the idea if they would get caught. But still, she too longed to give them a lesson of behaving.

"Well, listen and I'll tell you what we're going to do." Draco said grinning.

The heirs bent closer to him, going to try to snap up what he was about to say.

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