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The dizzying sensation stopped and Harry fell to the ground with a thump. He felt sick, feeling as if the contents of his stomach were going to spew out.
"I hate portkeys," Harry muttered.
Dumbledore nodded in understanding as he walked over to Harry with a bowl full of yellow candies.
"Lemon Drop?"
Harry chucked one into his mouth and suddenly felt much calmer. Harry looked around and saw nothing has really changed. The portraits were still up on the wall snoozing away, the little instruments on his desk were still humming and oscilating, Fawkes was looking down at him with what seemed to Harry to be a look of pride.
"Feel better Harry?"
"A lot better. Thanks you, head.... Albus"
Albus chuckled, eyes having a spark of laughter shine in them.
"Well, I think I should tell you why I brought you here today."
Harry nodded slowly, wondering what was going on.
"I've been looking through your family's history and I found out some interesting information."
He pulled out a large piece of paper, looking to be centuries old, out of his drawer and spread it out on top of his desk. It looked to be a family tree of some kind.
"Look here. There is you," he said pointing to the very bottom of the chart. There he was, his baby picture he had seen a couple of times in his photo album.
"Follow you're father's line."
He slowly traced it up towards the top of the paper, passing James Potter, William Potter, and Jonathan Potter. He stopped at a picture of a man who looked very similar to him.
"Godric Gryffindor," Albus stated.
"Does that mean?"
"Yes it does Harry. You're the heir of Gryffindor. Keep following the line though."
"There's more?" Harry whispered.
Dumbledore continued to go up the page until he landed at the very top, Merlin.
"I'm related to Merlin?"
"You're the last descendant, Harry. This is why Voldemort wants to kill you. He knows that once you're trained up, nothing will be able to stop you."
"What are you suggesting?" Harry asked.
"A training regiment here at Hogwarts. Every day, you'll be taught in the physical and magical aspects of dueling by myself and others."
Harry thought for a few moments.
"I'll do it."
Dumbledore smiled and said,
"I'm sure you'll do well. Now, we should go and get your belongings from your relative's house. I'm sure you're missed."
"Yeah right," Harry muttered.
As Harry turned, he caught a glimpse of the bottom of the page. Next to his picture was a name of another.
"Albus?"
Dumbledore turned around wondering why Harry wasn't following him.
"Yes Harry?"
"Who is this person next to my name?"
Dumbledore started to fidget.
"He is a relative of yours. His name is Michael Potter. If you follow his line, you'll see that he also descended from Gryffindor but the line split when Michael's ancestors were driven out of the country because of religious issues. He lives in America now. I believe he is the head of the American Auror Division, even at such a young age."
"How old is he?"
"... 30. I don't believe he knows that you two are related. He believes his whole family is dead."
"How do you know so much about him Albus?"
"I've talked to him a few times. Helped him out of sticky situations when wars were going on over seas."
"When can I meet him?" Harry asked eagerly.
"When the time comes Harry. I believe that you'll meet him sooner than you think," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Harry nodded and followed Dumbledore out of the office. All Harry could think about was, "I have family."
TBC