Chapter 10: An ending and a Beginning

Harry hadn't ever being this nervous in his entire life. Even against

Voldemort, he had known his odds, either he would win or Voldemort would win,

either way it had a definite outcome. Most would think it was strange; Harry was

more scared of a group of eleven-years olds then he was of the most evil wizard of all

time. The Welcoming Feast had gone well, though seemed strange to the old

Hogwarts students because there was no sorting hat song. The other strange thing

was sitting at the high table, not with the students looking up at them. Ron,

Hermione, and Draco had decided that Harry was going to be Headmaster, seeing as

the whole school would not have happened if it hadn't been for him. But he would

be teaching as well. Filling the teachers positions had been difficult, and in the end

the four founders ended up employing a lot of Weasley's for the jobs. Draco would

be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts; Ron dueling; Hermione would be both

Charms teacher and Liberian. Harry was to teach transfiguration along with his

Headmaster duties. Liberty (Draco's wife) was actually an excellent seer and was

teaching Divination. Various Weasley's and/or Sirius or Remus taught illusions and

the rest. Snape, surprisingly had decided that he did want to teach potions again, why

was beyond the minds of the founders.

But here Harry was, standing in front of the first ever Potter class of

Dumbledore's Academy of Magical Learning.

"Transfiguration is one of the more difficult magical lessons here. It takes extreme

concentration and study to perform the spell correctly. I will try to make these

lessons as fun as possible, but understand that this class will be a lot of work."

The class just ogled at him, not sure of what to say. Harry took out his wand and

turned a bunch of paper clips on his desk into butterflies that flounced around the

room for a while before they were transfigured back. The students, however, were

disappointed when all they did the rest of the lesson was take notes about

transfiguring pens into pencils. The students did much better than Harry had ever

expected. It seemed the muggle-borns were determined to prove that they were just

as able to do magic as the pure-bloods and the pure-bloods didn't want to shown up

by the muggle-borns. It seemed that the pure-bloods were already proclaiming

themselves 'better' then those who came from muggles, though the founders tried

their best to stop it from happening.

Nothing that eventful happened at Dumbledore's Academy. (Well as uneventful as a

Magical school in a large castle can get.) Lily Dursley was by far the best student in

the school Harry was pleased to see. The years continued and the school began to

thrive. Soon other countries were started their own school, wanting to be able to

compete with England. An alliance made between the schools was now called the

Wizard Alliance of State, where soon governments for each country began to

sprout up all over the place. It was certainly the golden era of the wizard world.

Each founder had one child. Harry had a small son, whose name naturally was

James, who was the first-born of them all. Harry however, not wanting his son to

grow up being associated with Harry Potter the Great, as he was now called, changed

to babies name to Gryffindor. Draco's child was born next, a boy as well. To follow

Harry's example he named his child Remus Ravenclaw (for some strange reason he

chose Ravenclaw over Slytherin). Finally Ron as well had a boy with Hermione, who

was named Sirius. However, Ron had too much pride to change his baby's last name

too much, so his last name was Weasleyson. So once again the Marauders were at

Hogwarts. (Harry thought it best to leave Peter out, even if someone had another

son.)

Over time the young spirited founders turned into old spirited founders, sticking with

the school no matter what. Dumbledore passed away quietly at the age of 230, quite

old even for a wizard. Harry found a clearing in the middle of the Forbidden Forest

where he buried the old man close to the school that he had loved so much, even if it

wasn't in this universe. Then the parents began to die off. Remus first than Arthur

and Molly Weasley. Sirius was the last of the 'old gang' to die, nearly tearing Harry to

pieces. So as a project he built a large garden in that clearing in the forest; making a

small memorial for those who had died who were close to the founders. Only the

founders and their relatives could go there though. Draco was first of the original

four, then Hermione. Ron died of a broken heart only two weeks after Hermione,

who had been 150. Liberty died only three years after Ron and Hermione. All the

Weasley children except Ginny had passed on into the other life. But there was

something disturbing going on with Harry. It seemed in the 156 years of life he had

not aged a day past 19. He took aging potions though, just to make sure not to upset

his friends. Actually Harry was doing just fine with the loss of his friends, with

Ginny to support him. But then Ginny to, died. Later on, James, wrote that he had

never seen his father so lifeless, so without hope. It wasn't long until after the death

of his beloved wife that Harry too, 'died'. He had staged it perfectly; he just couldn't

stand the idea of being at Dumbledore's without any of his original friends. So he

left to go travel the world for as long as he could, making some friends here and there

but not many, for he was too afraid to just lose them again. For a thousand years

Harry Potter traveled everywhere in the world; both muggle and wizard. He had

actually saved wizards and witches everywhere several times under different names

such as Aelian or Godric or once even Albus. It wasn't until a much greater evil

began to stir in the world that Harry dared to return to Hogwarts, his home. There

was going to be only one way to defeat this evil, and he himself could not do it; he

needed to train his heir as well as Draco's and Ron and Hermione's heir to fight

together and conquer evil.

A Thousand Years after the death of Ginny...

Headmistress Ariel Gryffindor sat up in her office, thinking hard about how in

the world they were going to find a new, qualified History of Magic teacher. There

last one, Professor Chetopa, had retired at age 87, saying that she just couldn't

continue. There were plenty of magical teachers out there, but none of them wanted

to teach such a boring subject. Headmistress Gryffindor was about ready to give up

the search and just teach the class herself when a young man came into her office,

requesting to have an interview for the job. He was of average height, with tidy

brown hair and blue eyes. The amount of magical energy surrounding this man blew

the poor headmistress away, never having felt that kind of power so naturally she

said, "Come in, sit."

He did as he was told. Another strange thing about this man, he wasn't very

interested or amazed by his surroundings. In fact Fawkes, the phoenix passed down

from generation to generation of headmasters flew straight over to him land on his

shoulder, giving this strange man a beautiful song. After getting over her state of

bewilderment continued her questioning.

"What is your name young man?"

"Rettop, Yrrah Rettop."

Ariel quickly realized who this man was, looking at him with a great deal more respect and admiration.

"It is a pleasure to meet you at last Grandfather."

Harry chuckled slightly. "It seems a bit ridiculous to call me that. Seeing as I appear

to be many decades younger than you."

"Whatever you say…Grandfather." Harry shook his head in mock disappointment.

"I assume you know why I am here?"

"Of course! Freedom's last Prophecy. You are here to train your heir."

"Actually that is not true. I am here to train my heir but the Prophecy is not

Freedoms. It is Liberty's Last Prophecy."

"Liberty, freedom, what is the difference?"

Harry shook his head again and sadness shown in his emerald green eyes.

"Liberty was person, actually a very good friend of mine. She made the prediction only a day before her death."

Ariel looked saddened and wished she had shut her mouth.

"I'm sorry…"

"I got over it long ago. I still carry the original copy with me, would you like to see it?"

The headmistress nodded and Harry pulled out a very old piece of parchment.

Son of flower and stag will live

Against all odds fighting for the light.

But he will meet his match

Yet, to die is not his fate.

He must guide the Phoenix heir

In the ways of old

Together with the red-haired

And the Dragon

The Phoenix heir will fight

Serving as a ray of light

When all is dark.

"How did you know it was time to come back to Dumbledore's Academy?"

Harry shrugged and said, "The first part of the prophecy came true."

Ariel gasped.

"You mean you were defeated?"

"No, I wasn't. I just didn't win, it was a draw I injured him but he did not die and he injured me, and obviously I'm still here."

"But who is he?"

"The dark heir. Soon to be You-Know-Who, if things go the same way as before."

He replied, cryptically. But Ariel didn't have time to respond or ask more questions

before Harry changed the subject.

"So do you have any teaching positions open? That way no one will get suspicious of me being here."

Ariel's face lit up. "I have just the one…how much do you know about what has been happing the last a thousand years?"

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