A/N: Holy crap, I've updated! I know! I'm as shocked as you all are! It's been how long now this the last time? I'm scared to look. Anyway, once again nothing really happens in the chapter, but I was reading my reviews and fixing a couple of problems in the previous LC chapters and was suddenly in a writing mood! Well, not really, but I figured I had to post something or I would lose the few reviewers I have and I was so sad when I thought about that I almost cried. Really!

Anyway, if you have any questions, just ask them I'll try my best to answer them in my next update, which should – I say should – not take as long, but I have learned my lesson and from now on: I promise nothing!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything officially related to it. I'm and just writing this story for fun and not for profit. So don't sue me, please!

Warnings: Spoilers for the first four books and maybe the fifth and sixth later on. This story will probably end up SLASH so if that bothers you then you should read the story until it gets to that point and then stop.

Pairings: Godric/Rowena – Salazar/Helga – Harry ? – Ron ? – Hermione ?

And here you go, Light Child's . . . 12th chapter! Wait, 12? How the hell did this thing get so far!

Chapter Twelve: Accepted (AKA: The Chapter That Should Be A Whole Hell Of A Lot Better Then It Is For The Time It Took For It To Come Out!)

Harry awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and happy. As he lay there he thought back on all that had happened.

Out of all the events he had listed off to his relatives yesterday, Harry now thought that the past day and a half had been the most shocking, maybe not as dangerous as fighting Voldemort and other dark wizards but certainly it was more of a surprise. Being attacked by Voldemort or his Death-Eaters had become almost commonplace in his mind, finding out you're related to some one – let alone five some ones – famous was something he never expected, though.

And all the new information that was floating around in his head? Wild! He was now almost looking forward to going back to school and taking Snape's class just to see the look on his face when the man realized Harry now knew how to brew well over five hundred potions, including Wolf's Bane and Veritaserum. (sp?)

A quiet humming caught his attention and the happy smile left his face. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked around. Helga was sitting on a stool a few feet away with her eyes closed while her hand stroked an animal that looked like a tiny panther. The cat purred.

"Um –" Harry started softly. He didn't want to disturb her, but he was starting to get hungry. And he had to go to the bathroom. Helga's eyes snapped open at the timid sound and looked at Harry. "Oh, kitten, you're awake! I'm so happy! How do you feel?" She asked and moved to sit by his side on the bed. The small black cat hissed as it was shifted from its comfy position on Helga's warm lap to the cold, hard wooden stool. It sniffed and began washing its paws.

"I'm fine, but . . . " He trailed off again, uncertainly. Years of being at Hogwarts and at the Burrow still hadn't truly erased the damage done by the Durselys and he was still a bit shy when asking for things, even food. "I'm kind of hungry and I would really like to go to the restroom." He smiled slightly and Helga beamed back.

"Of course you're hungry!" She stood up and snapped her fingers. Soon after a sharp crack was heard a House-Elf wearing a Hogwarts toga was beside her. The cat jumped, startled and left embarrassed, with its tail and nose in the air. (1)

The elf bowed low. "How may KenKen (2) serve you, madam?" He gazed at Helga with adoration and Harry could tell it was true affection and not a House-Elf's blind devotion to its master.

Helga smiled fondly and patted KenKen's head. "Good morning, Kenny, how are you doing today?" KenKen squeaked. "I . . . I is fine, ma . . . madam." Harry swore the elf was blushing.

"That's wonderful to hear. Now then, I would like for you to meet my great grandson Harry." She brought the small creature to Harry's bed and Harry smiled at KenKen. "Hello, KenKen, nice to meet you."

KenKen blinked and bowed low again. "Greetings beloved Great grandson of madam Helga."

Harry flushed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Harry, is just fine, KenKen." The elf nodded his head, his huge eyes fixed on Harry. "Yes, sir, anything you say, sir."

"KenKen," Helga said gently. "Would you mind bringing Harry something to eat and a change of clothes from Godric's old room?"

KenKen frantically shook his head. "No, madam, KenKen doesn't mind. I is happy to help."

Helga patted KenKen again. "Thank you, Kenny, I appreciate it." With another bow the House-Elf snapped his fingers and disappeared. "All right, Harry, the bathroom is through there," She pointed to an arched doorway. "And if you need anything else just call. I need to go find the other and tell them you're awake so we can continue."

Harry nodded then blinked. "Continue?" He asked. Wasn't the transfer, or whatever it was called, finished?

Helga laughed. "Don't looked so worried, Snuggle Bunny, you just have to receive the Guardians, if they approve of you, of course." She added.

"Approve?" Harry was sweating. Hadn't being accepted as the One by the Founders and Merlin been enough? He sighed. Guess not.

After breakfast Harry showered and dressed in the clothes that KenKen had brought for him to wear. They were Godric's from when he was about Harry's age and had Harry not gone through the Transfer already, the outfit would have swallowed him, but now it just hung slightly loose on him.

The clothes consisted of a pair of soft, white leather pants, a white linen shirt, a tunic of blood-red velvet, and a pair of black leather, knee-high boots. Harry stood up from putting on his boots and stomped his feet. Not a bad fit, he decided. He turned to look at himself in a mirror hanging on the far wall as he tied a black leather belt around his waist.

He froze when he saw the image reflected back at him. 'No way is that me!' He thought and walked closer to the polished glass. He knew that he had gone through some changes thanks to Godric's gift, but he hadn't expected this much of a difference in appearance. He barely recognized himself!

He still had the same messy hair, but it was now longer, and the same brilliant green eyes, and he wasn't as tall as he would have like to be, but he was now about 5' 7" instead of 5' 2" and didn't look half starved, but his body was still quite slender. His cheekbones and jaw looked softer, not as gaunt. He had a boyish face, almost androgynous. His lips were still full and pink and without his glasses he now realized how long his eyelashes were. 'Holy frick! I look like - ! I'm . . . I'm pretty! ' He didn't seem terribly happy about this. He frowned.

The last thing he had expected after the Transfer was to end up looking prettier than most girls! 'Dammit! '

The Founders and Merlin found Harry scowling at himself in the mirror. "What are you doing, Harry?" Godric asked in puzzlement. Harry started, slightly surprised. Then he glowered at Godric who blinked back at him. "Did you do this on purpose?" He demanded. Gryffindor wasn't the only one confused anymore. "What are you talking about, love?" Rowena asked this time.

"Look at me!" Harry whined. "I'm pretty and . . . delicate looking!" The five adults stared at the pouting teen then started laughing. Harry looked insulted. "Insensitive bastards. Even Helga, I expected this from Godric, and even Salazar, but her and Rowena?" He muttered. Helga overheard him. "Oh, sugarplum, you look fine! You're absolutely adorable!"

Godric winced and Salazar snorted. "Helga, boys don't want to be 'adorable'!" Godric told her. "Especially teenage boys."

"Why not?" Rowena questioned and looked Harry over, taking in more detail. "I think he's going to drive girls wild when we send him back home."

"More like drive boys wild." Salazar murmured with a snicker. Harry blushed then glared daggers at him. "You suck, old man." He hissed.

"Now, now, boys, come down." Merlin said firmly. He turned to Harry who was still pink in the face. "Godric didn't have any choice in had your body would look, child. This is the way you would have looked had you had the proper care a growing child needs instead of whatever it was the Dursleys gave you, understand?" Harry sighed and sulked but nodded. "Sorry, Godric, I didn't really mean it. Even Voldemort isn't heartless enough to make a boy look like this."

"There's nothing wrong with the way he looks." Helga and Rowena insisted.

Salazar nodded. "I'm sure all the boys at school will agree." He smirked. He was about to say more when he felt a sense of rising bloodlust in the air. He swallowed and looked at Harry. Uh-oh.

The six of them were in the Room of Transcendence again. After Harry had proven how much better he was feeling by chasing Salazar around Hogwarts for the past hour, shouting curses at him (only verbally, not with a wand) Merlin had had enough and froze both of them and floated them here with his wand and only released them after he got Harry to swear to calm and Salazar to stop teasing him. He had to use telepathy since they couldn't move and eventually both swore and the chapter was able to proceed.

"All right, Harry, you do very well yesterday." Merlin told him. "And we all accepted you as our rightful heir, now, however, it's not up to us. The final decision is made by the Guardians, okay?"

"If I'm your heir and you all say I am, shouldn't that be enough?" Harry asked nervously. He didn't like the sound of this Guardian whoever they were.

"We are only human, despite all of our power, kiddo." Godric said, soundly totally unlike himself. "And we can make mistakes in judgment. I'm sure you're a great kid, but can you handle the task of destroy the Dark Lord Voldemort? We think you can, but the Guardians are the ones who know whether you can or not."

Harry's brow furrowed. 'I may not be strong enough to kill Voldemort? '

"We have a number of heirs to choose from, spread out over the centuries." Rowena took up the explanation. "Some of them we've already Tried and they have failed, you are the first to pass. Mainly because you are related to all of us, but also because you have an inner strength that so far no one else has possessed."

'I may not be the one to take down Voldemort?'

"We want it to you, pigeon, but that isn't enough to make it true." Helga said with her sweet voice as she gazed at Harry with motherly love and a bit of regret.

'I may NOT be the One? But I've been fighting for so long . . . A lot of people have gotten hurt because of me though . . . Because I wasn't strong enough or brave enough . . . People like Cedric . . . but I helped save Ginny . . . I helped stop Quirrel from getting the Philosopher's Stone . . . I . . Couldn't stop Wormtail from killing Cedric . . . I couldn't stop Voldemort from being reborn . . . maybe I'm not cut out to . . . But I want to fight . . . I want to protect other people . . . I want to stop Voldemort . . . Even if it kills me! . . . But if I keep these powers and they belong to some one who actually has the potential to finally get rid of Voldemort, wouldn't I be hindering them and helping Voldemort? . . . So even if I want to fight . . .'

Helga continued. "You must be judged worthy or not by the Guardians in the end, tiny mite, but don't worry they won't hurt you."

"I don't care if they hurt me or not!" Harry exclaimed suddenly and they blinked. "I . . . I want –" He paused and took a deep breath. "I want to be the one to destroy Voldemort, but if . . . some one is more qualified then I will step aside and you can take your powers back." His shoulders slumped.

"Congratulations, heir, you pass.'

Harry's head jerked up. "What?"

The Founders and Merlin once again stared at him as if had lost it 'You need to learn to tell the difference when some one is speaking to you directly or in your mind, child.' The voice sighed and Harry suddenly remembered hearing it yesterday.

'Who are you?' He asked within his mind.

'I am Zweitonus.'

(And I'm Chrysoberyl.) A different voice filled his mind, this one much deeper and rougher than the first.

: I'm called Solaris. : Yet again another voice, this one rough but gentle. Harry guessed who ever it was it must be a woman. : Nice to meet you, heir. :

'Um, nice to meet you, too?' Harry sent back uncertainly.

/Don't be nervous, heir. We're here to help you in anyway we can. By the way, my name is Breccia. /

Harry didn't think he could take another disembodied voice greeting him but – And lassst but cccertainly not leasssst, I am Jade. It'sss a pleasssure, heir.

'Well . . . It's nice to . . ." meet" all of you, but still don't have a clue as to who you are.' Harry's head hurt slightly.

'We're sorry, heir, it was rude for all us to come at you once like that.' The first voice apologized and the pressure lessened. Harry sighed in relief. ' Oh, and as to your question, Harry, we are the Guardians.'

Harry blinked. "Come again?"

A/N: Wow . . . how utterly pointless. I've reached a new low.

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Guten Tag – Reine

(1) My cat does this. She does something embaressing then she either pretends it never happened or pretends that she meant to do it.

(2) I love Weiss Kreuz and when I was trying to think of a name for a House-Elf, KenKen – which if you're not familiar with WK fanfiction is a nickname often given to one of my favorite characters in the series: Ken! – just popped into my head, so even that name isn't original. God, do I suck.