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Godric Gryffindor was taller than Harry had thought he would be. His brown hair was now streaked with white and, strangely enough, red. His bottle green eyes now had a red/orange rim instead of the normal white. He wore red and gold robes with the Gryffindor symbol stitched to the chest area. To Harry, he looked like a mirror image of himself, minus the hair color.

The fire now burned low and Harry swore he could see lions roaming around, though when he took a second look, they weren't there. Gryffindor motioned for Harry to follow him.

"I know that I have not explained everything to you yet, but in time, you will understand," Godric said. "First, you must know how to control the power that was passed to you." Godric walked down one of the passageways that led away from the Chamber. They walked for a while in silence when a question popped up into Harry's head.

"Am I your Heir?" Godric stopped and turned around. He studied Harry for a minute then smiled.

"I did not expect you to ask that question until later, but yes Harry, you are my heir."

"So the woman…"

"Here we are!" Godric explained, avoiding the question. Blocking their way was a large mound of rubble.

"Now Harry, the first thing you must know about the power is that it can not be controlled by out of control emotions. If you are consumed by anger, rage, sadness, or pain, then the power will disappear until you are able to gain control. This happens only when you forget to use it or that you even possess it. However, there are exceptions. The tragedy you experienced recently caused the power to show itself. You did not know you had it, but your subconscious used the power to rid obstacles from your path when you sought refuge here in the chamber. Your subconscious will not always use the power when you forget to, though, so be careful. You may use the power while emotions run high in your body but you cannot allow them to control you. Now, please observe."

Gryffindor raised his hand, palm up. A small ball of fire appeared. Gryffindor hurled the ball at the pile of debris blocking the corridor. The pile was enveloped in flames and as the fire disappeared, so did the debris. Godric smiled and nodded at Harry.

"The trick is to know what you want to do, focusing on what you want to do. But you can't let your subconscious get through or else caution signs will flag up in your mind, and you will hesitate. You can never hesitate." Harry nodded, not fully understanding. His brain was still buzzing from all the information he had gathered. And from the information he still wanted to ask.

"Now Harry, raise your hand and think about just developing a flame. Not a big one. A small one can be just as effective." Harry glanced at Godric than stared at the spot where the rubble had been. His mind filled with the flame, and the flame was about to appear when Harry's subconscious broke the surface with an image of the furnace fire that burned in the Chamber behind them.

His hand burst into flames and Harry began to panic. Godric backed up as a ring of fire circled Harry. Harry's fear grew and so did the blaze around him.

"Stop thinking!" Gryffindor yelled at Harry. "You let your subconscious make you believe that you could do something you are not ready for. STOP THINKING!" The yelling, however, only increased Harry's dread of the burning hell that surrounded him. Sinking to his knees, he closed his eyes as he gripped the stone floor.

Make it stop! He thought. Just make it STOP! The flames died out instantly. But Harry's eyes remained closed.

"Open your eyes, boy!" Godric snarled. "This is not my heir. Afraid of fire that you control, that cannot harm you! You are PATHETIC!" The taunting struck a nerve. Harry's eyes snapped open, his eyes blazing an unnatural green.

"I am not PATHETIC!" he roared and the whole corridor erupted in angry flames. Godric only smiled.

Both men sat in the burning Chamber of Secrets, eating a lunch that Godric had conjured. Harry still had a question on his mind.

"Did you marry her?" Godric stared into the fire.

"Yes," he answered after a minute. "I did."

"What happened?"

"With tragedy comes power, Harry. You know that. You gained your power by losing one you loved."

"I lost Sirius, why didn't I get my powers then?"

"You loved Sirius, yes. But Voldemort had not yet acquired his powers, so you could not."

"You mean…"

"Yes, Voldemort has powers the same as you. Only his are of earth, as is the snake. Yours are of fire, for lions, to me, have always been known as hellish beast. Salazar gained his powers before me, though he never used them. Neither did I. But I will show you the reason for gaining them."

Catherine chopped the carrots while humming to the radio in the kitchen. Outside, she could hear the twins squabbling over something or the other. She chose to ignore the children, seeing as they would eventually agree to disagree.

The kitchen door that led to the garden opened and the twins rushed in. At five years, they were boy and girl. Nathan had dark brown locks with a face like his fathers. He was taller than his sister by an inch. Rachel had waist length red hair and her father's eyes but her mothers smile. Rachel ran up to Catherine.

"Mama," she said. "Can I take some of my toys outside?" Catherine smiled and nodded. Both twins ran off through the living room door as Catherine went back to her carrots.

Strong arms encircled her waist as Godric began planting kisses up and down her neck. She smiled turning around so that she could kiss him. Their kisses became deeply passionate as Godric lifted her onto the counter. Catherine ran her fingers through his hair as he pulled her shirt out of her skirt. She moaned as he drew circles on her back. However, when he started to unbutton her shirt, she pulled away.

"Godric!" she moaned into his ear as he started planting kisses on her shoulder and neck. "The kids are in the next room!"

"Exactly," Godric pointed out, his voice muffled through her skin. "This is one of the rare times that we are in a room by ourselves." She opened her mouth to say something but all that came out was a groan as his hands moved up to her bra.

"It's a kitchen," she complained, sliding her hands down his broad chest.

"Never done it in a kitchen."

"Godric!" Catherine pulled away as he started undo the bra clasp. Godric sighed, releasing the clasp and pulling his hands out of her shirt. She smiled and kissed him gently. He deepened the kiss and slowly made his way back underneath her shirt. She made him think that he was getting away with it and then mumbled, "Godric, it is still a kitchen." Godric swore under his breath. Catherine giggled and gazed into his bottle green eyes lovingly. He placed his forehead to rest on hers.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you more than you know," he murmured, planting a tender kiss on her lips than going outside. She watched him disappear around the hedges, smiling to herself. She hopped off the counter, buttoning her shirt up just as Nathan ran into the room, tears running down his frightened face.

"Mama!" he cried, clinging to her skirt. "There's bad men in the house! They have Rachel!" Catherine stared at the door Nathan had just come from, the same fear she had felt those six years ago creeping back up her spine. Putting Nathan behind her, she opened the door and entered the room.

At first glance, everything seemed to be normal. But on a second look, Catherine could see the black cloaks and the pair of evil scarlet eyes from in the dark corners of the living room.

Salazar materialized out of the darkness, his face wreathed in a mock happy grin.

"Catherine, how good it is to see you again!" he said cheerily, though his eyes gave him away. They only showed cold malice toward Gryffindor's wife.

"Where is my daughter?" Catherine asked, her voice betraying her fear. Salazar smiled as smile that never reached his eyes.

"Why, your lovely daughter has been entertaining us for quite some time!" Ten men in black cloaks appeared behind Slytherin, one of them holding a mute, frightened five year old. Catherine now began to panic.

"Please!" she begged, backing up against the opposite wall with Nathan. "Please give her to me! She's frightened, please, just give her to me!"

"No, I don't think so." At that point, the kitchen door opened and Godric Gryffindor walked in. Upon seeing Slytherin, he reached for his wand.

"Tsk, tsk, Gryffindor," Slytherin said. "I have just begun to play!" Godric's wand soared out of his pocket and into Salazar's outstretched hand. "Now Godric, Take a SEAT!" Gryffindor was blown back into one of the armchairs in the corner of the room. "Please, don't bother getting up!" Magical rope zoomed out of Salazar's hand and bound Godric to the chair. Salazar's smile increased. "Now, Godric, please keep quiet and watch the show!" Salazar then turned back to Catherine, whose eyes were fixed on Godric.

"Now Mudblood, you know that it is bad luck to separate twins! Here, let me put them back together!" Nathan flew into the air and zoomed into another corner where his sister had been thrown. Rachel grabbed hold of Nathan's arm as he landed, helping him to his feet.

"Now Godric," Salazar said imperiously. "Here is the game we will be playing! I will give you ten seconds to choose between your children and your filthy Mudblood. Whichever one you choose, doesn't die. And the one you don't choose, well, use your imagination. The clock starts…NOW!

"You can't make me choose!" Godric shouted.

"Oooooooo, wrong answer! Judson, please show Gryffindor what happens when you get a question wrong!" A short skinny man with a white bone mask on stepped forward and pointed his wand at the twins.

"Avada Kadavra!" Nathan stepped in front of his sister at the last minute. When the green light vanished, Nathan lay on the floor, Rachel pounding her tiny fist on his chest.

"Wake up, Nate!" she screamed. "Please wake up!" Catherine had stopped breathing, her horror-stricken gaze fixed upon her dead son.

"Now, Godric," Salazar hissed, his voice and face losing the cheeriness. "Choose or I will be forced to take action."

"I will not choose between my wife and my daughter," Gryffindor growled, one teardrop running down his face as he struggled against the ropes that held him imprisoned. Salazar's face was contorted in fury.

"Helmut, Judson, Collins, the Mudblood, upstairs, NOW!" The three men called grabbed Catherine and dragged her up the stairs leading to the second floor of the house. Salazar's eyes blazed angrily. "I hope you like screaming, for that is the prize you have won!"

Salazar swept upstairs and closed the door that the men had dragged Catherine into. Seconds later, her screaming could be heard echoing through the entire manor. For what seemed like hours, the screaming continued.

Her screams struck so many nerves, making him pull harder at the bonds as terror gripped him. What were they doing to her?

Then he appeared over the railing. Smiling, Salazar threw Catherine at the rail. Her breathing was hard as she stared into Godrics eyes. Gryffindor could see the terror and pain in her brown eyes.

"Well, Godric," Slytherin said in mock cheerfulness. "Say goodbye to the Mudblood. Don't worry. Hell has a place for Mudbloods, too!" He shoved Catherine and she fell over the rail, screaming.

"GODRIC!" Gryffindors eyes grew wide as the sickening crunch of Catherine's body hitting the marble floors filled the room. Then only silence filled the void. Silence.

Horror and pain flowed through Gryffindor like nothing he had ever felt before. He could not hear the screams of his little girl who was now being held back by another man from reaching her mother's body.

If possible, Salazar's smile grew without reaching his eyes. A Slytherin's smile would never reach the eyes.

"Now I leave you, Godric, with a warning. Do not threaten me ever again. It will only end in you losing more than you could have. Judson, bring the girl!"

"Let her GO!" Gryffindor roared as he watched his daughter be carried away from him, screaming.

"DADDY! DADDY! I DON'T WANNA GO! MAMMA! DADDY!" Her voice disappeared as Salazar and co. left the manor. The magical bonds securing Godric to the armchair disappeared and Gryffindor rushed over to where his wife lay.

Catherine's eyes fluttered open as Godric placed her head on his lap. She opened her mouth to speak, coughed, and turned her head to the side, throwing up blood.

"Catherine," he whispered, terror gripping his voice. She turned back to him, tears running down her bloodied cheeks.

"Godric…" Her voice died away with the rest of the life she possessed. Gryffindor stared at her, tears flooding down from his eyes. He pulled her lifeless body close, letting the feeling of great loss and pain overwhelm him.

A/n: I don't know about you, but that made me tear up. But maybe I'm just an emotional person. (sighs) Thanks sooooooo much to:

Flinton: Thank you for your advice! I guess I should pay more attention to what I write!

EmeraldEyes007: Thank you for reviewing!

Kkroonie: Yes, the idea was to make them as similar as possible! Well, now you know what the Godric/Catherine romance has to do with it. I'll of course go into more detail in the next chappie, don't worry! Ummmm… could you tell me if the chapter title fits with the chapter… still not sure if I should change the title of the story. I NEED your advice, like I always do! PLEASE WRITE BACK! I'm desperate!

Ice Witch101: Glad I finally caught you! I knew I'd catch some of the first reviewers with my warning! I'm glad you're feeling better and that you love the story!

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EbonyS2: Yes, Harry does need some friends. But… right now, Harry needs Godric!

Wondering where SoMe wEirDo is, didn't review… Anyway, keep the reviews coming in, and I'll put up updates. WOW! I didn't think I'd get this many chappies in by Sunday, but I did it! (gets up and does a small jig, then remembers others are watching) Gotta lay off the sweets! REVIEW!