Chapter 26: The Roost Pt. 3

"Alright girl," Harry said as he jumped out of the Demigryph's back, and patted her neck. The big softy was shivering as she stared up the peak of the mountain, she never had that kind reaction when she faced any of the other Griffin-like creatures that they met.

The scent that drifted down of the Royal Gryphon must have shaken her since these guys are the true alpha and supreme ones of this mountain.

"Thanks for bringing me all the way up here," Harry voiced, as he softly nested his head against her neck and rubbed behind her ear."Go back to your little pups, I can make it on my own from here."

Recalling how the big furball lead him to her nest once they left the Griffin lair, Harry remembers well those to die for little Demigryph.

The Demigryph he thought all along was a male was actually female, with her own litter of Demigryphs. Harry was shell shocked when the big furball lead him to her nest to met her little pups.

Crooning softly at him the big furball looked torn between following him up the rest of the mountain into the Royal Gryphon territory or running back to her nest. Placing his hand on her crest, Harry whispered to it, "Its alright girl, I will be fine, but I am not sure if I can protect you from big hungry birds the size of airlines. Don't worry, I will make sure to visit and cuddle with your adorable pups."

Gazing at him for a long while, the big griffin like creature slowly nodded her head and then slowly bounded away. Watching as she disappeared into the distance, a small part of him went with her.

Even if the journey was short the two of them made a very close bond and they got to know each other very well. Sighing Harry willed himself to spin around and look at the summit of the mountain.

From this distance, he could make up a few Royal Gryphon the size of airlines gliding in the sky.

Trudging up the rest of the distance, Harry cast a warming charm on himself to keep the chill away. Even though he would have needed a heavy winter clothing, Harry made do with only his regular summer clothing. It was all thanks to the body temperature regulation he seem to have, plus the highly warm body as well that he could make do with very little clothing in this freezing temperature.

Finally reaching a gorge with a opening up ahead, Harry walked through and when he did he was blown away with what he saw. On either side was a mountain face with countless cave openings, there were numerous ledges as well that held a myriad of Royal Gryphon.

Somewhere little chicks running about and playing around the size of bulls, otherwhere juvenile and trying to please the female populace with tricks and gifts. Most of the adults where either gone out hunting or just sitting on the legs watching everything that was going on.

They all had different coloration ranging from gold, blue, green, red, black, and so forth with either patches, spots, stripes, or just nothing but smooth silky feathers.

Harry felt like an ant inside a giant's home as he took in the sights. He though at any moment some Gryphon would squash underfoot by accident. However, he kept his cool and held out his head up high.

His family was able to subject these creatures by not acting weak or afraid, but by being bold and fearless. So he should follow in their example and be the man of the house.

Suddenly Harry spotted a Royal Gryphon he knew very well, one the color of pure gold banking towards him. The very familiar Gryphon didn't look to be as mature as the adult Royal Gryphon but he could give them a run for their money in comparison to them for might and size.

Being given a wide berth the Royal Gryphon landed before him as it folded its wings. Staring down at him, the giant bird/lion creature seem to get across to him, "jump on board," as it bent its head low.

Seeing no reason to agree, Harry did as asked of him, and climbed on to the golden Gryphon's neck. It was a struggle at first climbing aboard since he felt like a tick crawling on a dog. But soon he was in position and the Gryphon spread its wing and took off.

Wondering where the creature was taking him, Harry just asked it since most griifn-like creatures seem to understand him very well. "Where are we going goldy?"

Craning its head back to stare at him with one eye the size of a truck's wheel, Harry somehow understood that the creature seem to be musing about the name he called it. "Goldy," Harry repeated, "you are just so golden, I guess that name fits since I don't really know yours."

Saying nothing, the Gryphon just continuing beating its wings as it flew on. Before long they seem to reach the very top of the mountain, and the Gryphon slowly descended downward.

Bending its head low so that Harry could climb off, Harry decided it would be just easier if he slide down instead. Landing on the ground in a mess of snow and ice, Harry picked himself up and dusted himself up.

Gazing around, Harry had a really wonderful view of everything from here, he could see miles on end and they were so high up that the clouds covered everything from hundreds of feet below.

However Harry still had no idea why the big goldy brought him here, the view is wonderful but there is nothing here at the peak but a giant mound of snow the size of a massive hill.

Turning around to face the Royal Gryphon, Harry was just about to ask it why exactly it brought him here until he felt a great vibration at his feet. Peering around to see where the shaking was coming from, Harry saw nothing but moving snow.

Then that was when it hit him, it wasn't exactly the snow moving but the hill. Peering closely at it, a great big milky eye open ajar like gates as they were the size of a king-sized bed. Gaping, Harry watched as the snow drifted away and what laid beneath was uncovered.

"Ahhhh-hhaaaaaa," the massive hill said as it yawned like it was waking up from a nap.

Staring wide wide wide and mortified, a very ancient Royal Gryphon with grey and white feathers was now presented. Crying out shrilly, Harry took it that goldy was as surprised as him until he saw it ran around the humongous ancient Gryphon.

It was like comparing a dog to a giant as the golden Royal Gryphon ran circles around gigantic Gryphon. "Would you quiet it down for a moment," the immense Gryphon called out as it yawned.

Harry wasn't even shocked anymore when he heard the creature speak in a very human-like tongue. Deep down he knew that some very ancient and powerful magical beasts are capable of human speech, but he was far, far too gone for that as he just stood there frozen unable to process anything more.

"Mh," the white and grey mound said as he listened to the golden Gryphon speak in its bird/lion-like language. "You say are guest has arrived?" the giant Gryphon asked. "Well, why didn't you say so?"

The golden Gryphon shriek in annoyance as it said a few choice words in its own Gryphon language, and the giant Gryphon looked down at it and uttered, "Now watch your tongue before I have to wash it with snow."

Deciding it was best, the golden shut its mouth and did not back mouth its elder like a mouth teenager.

"Now where is our guest?" the ancient creature asked no one in particular as it whirled around its head. Harry noticed that it had a grey beard jutting out of underneath its jowls.

"I am over here," Harry called out as he really did not feel like being stomped on.

Turning its head to face him, a kind smile split the old creature's face, "Oh-hohoho, Sunchaser did tell me you would be visiting, young one, when he went down the mountain after he sensed your presence."

So that was what goldy's name was Sunchaser, quite an apt name since he does shine brightly like the golden sun. Inclining his head to the ancient creature, Harry greeted it, "The pleasure is all mine, sir."

"Now, now," the venerable Royal Gryphon said, "there is no need for sir. Your parents, your grandparents, their parents, and their parents before that have been calling me old Gryp. You can call me that too."

Gazing up at Old Gryp, Harry wondered how old he was if he had four generations of Potters calling him old Gryp. Still conceding to it, Harry remark, "My grandparent if you would say- told me to visit you. You are the venerable old Royal Gryphon, right old Gryp?" Harry asked.

"Yes, that is me," the old birdy answered with a chuckle which sent snow tumbling down and vibrations to his very core. "Now before all that," the wizened old creature said, "did you bring any snack?"

"Aaa," Harry said, "yes, I guess." as he unslung his pack.

"Good, good, it has been ages since I had anything. After a while it gets dull sustaining yourself on magic alone."

Saying nothing at the unimaginable word that came out of the creatures beck, Harry pulled out all the remaining meat he had. "I do not know if they will be enough, but I got fresh meat."

"My boy, it has been 34 years since I ate something. I do not care if its even rat poop, just toss it into my mouth."

"Okay," Harry said as he did as told. It was like feeding a man grains of rice but the old creature still smiled as the meat when down its gullet.

"Mmmm, prime meat," the old Gryphon said as he closed his eyes. "Now back to the business at hand, I assume you are taking on the Lordship of House Potter."

"Yes," Harry replied with a nod.

"Aaaa," the old creature said with a said sigh, "how such a great and powerful House has fallen that only a child remains." Tuning around the old birdy, quickly amended, "I mean no offense to you my boy but I remember the old day where your family used to field legions, possess dozens of main branch members and hundreds of side branch. Ah, those where the day as we tore apart our enemies and conquered all."

"None taken," Harry said with a shake of his head, there was no denying that his family has fallen on hard times that he, a child is the one to assume power.

Peering closely at him with sad eyes, the old Gryphon pronounced, "there is much that rests on your shoulder little one."

Standing up straight with his head held up high, and declared, "I will not fail, old Gryp, I will lead my family to greatness once again."

Although Harry went to visit the portrait room to see his parents, he still got a look at his ancestors of pass. Even if they were kind, good people he still saw the way they held themselves and all that they accomplished. They were great men and women who went out there in the big wide world and better his family.

"Anyways, what exactly brought my family so low?" Harry asked. He was curious to know what happen to such a great family, as the old Gryphon his family must have been really great.

He recently only started to get to know about his family so he did not know much, but this old birdy who has been with the family for countless generations must be the best source to go to for answers.

"Yes," the old Gryphon said with a deep sigh, "the decline of the family mostly has to do with the two wars that we have participated in back to back. First Grindelwald which was an utter disaster as it included all of Europe and America. That shook everything to its core and the conflict was so terrible that many of Potters died in it, numerous old and great families came to an end, and countless legions waged war every where.

Then there was the upstart Voldermort, before we could even recover from the devastating conflict we were thrown in another. This was more local but as you know it nearly ended everything for us that terrible night the bastard came after you."

Listening as the old Gryphon spoke of days long pass, Harry knew perfectly well most of Voldermort reign of terror. He did not want to dwell too much on that since it has costed him too much.

Turning to more neutral things, Harry recalled as much as he could from his history of magic class and asked. "Isn't the Grindelwald war what gave Dumbledore his name."

"Yes," the old Gryphon replied, "but we had that prance on the ropes when Dumbledore swooped in and defeated him in single combat."

"So," Harry said, "you are saying that I am the only Potter left now."

"Yes," old Gryp replied sadly, "the American branch of the family died out in the Grindelwald wars and there is no one left in our old motherland."

"Our old motherland?" Harry asked.

"Yes," old Gryp said, "Rome, of course, my boy. That is where your family came from."

Recalling that stern-looking man with the Roman legionary uniform, Harry finally connected the dots.

"What about this legion you speak of?" Harry asked. He remembers everyone mentioning this army his family used to have.

"You will have to go to the Fortress to see about the Griffin legion's situation."

Having his questions answered to a satisfactory level Harry got back to what he came here for. "Now why exactly did my grandparents send me again?"

Nodding his head in assent, the venerable beast voiced, "They must have sent you for the ceremony since you are assuming Lordship of the family."

"Ceremony?" Harry asked.

"Yes, all Potters that have come before have partook in it."

"Alright, but what is this Ceremony exactly?" Harry asked.

Reaching up with its clawed talons towards its heart the venerable Gryphon took out a feather. This feather wasn't like its old grey and white feathers but a multi-colored one like that of a rainbow with flowing lights shining within and glittering specks of dust surrounding it.

"You have to eat this," old Gryo simply said as he offered him the feather.

Staring again at the feather Hary saw that it was manageable since the feather seem to be much smaller than the massive feathers covering its body. Still, it was too unusual that why he asked, "Why exactly do I have to do that?"

"To gain my power of course," old Gryp said as if it was obvious.

"I wonder what will happen when you have the power of three legendary beasts coursing through your veins," he muttered under his breath.

"Wait, you know about that?" Harry asked.

"Of course," the old birdy said with a deep rumbling laugh. "I can smell their scent all over you."

"Wait," Harry said, "am I like going to explode or something. You sound too curious."

Waving his concern away with a wave that sent billowing wind, the old creature answer, "No... actually," he added as if to think it over, "I am not sure really."

"You know what," Harry said, "at this point, I have done too many crazy shit. So what's one more right?"

"Now that's the attitude you need," the old birdy replied with deep reverberating laughter.

Looking at the feather, Harry stelled himself, power is power and he will need a whole but load of it to go against powerful Sorcerers like Voldemort and Dumbledore. In one swift motion, Harry shoved the feather into his mouth and gulped down.

For a long moment, he felt nothing until he felt electricity coursing through his fucking vein. It was like countless bolts were sticking him all at once and his body had no outlet to send it out.

At this point, he should have been used to excruciating pain but he still somehow found a way to scream and tear into his won flesh to ease the pain.

It was a long while before Harry was able to collect himself and catch a breath. Casting a healing spell on himself to ease the burning aftereffects of the pain, Harry got up from the ground he found himself at.

Peering down at him curiously were the two Royal Gryphon, smiling weakly Harry coughed to clear his raw throat then uttered. "It seems like I survived, but I do not feel any different."

"It will take time for you to manifest all your new abilities," Old Gryp answered. "I do believe that you are discovering new abilities each and every day, correct."

Nodding his head in answer Harry could see the old bird's point, there is much he still does not know about like if he could rebirth himself like a phoenix or can he cry healing tears. "Well," Harry said as he dusted off the snow from his clothing, "I best be heading down now. I got a lot of distance to cover."

"Don't worry about that," the ancient Gryphon, "Sunchaser can bring you down."

Nodding his head in thanks, Harry turned to face the massive creature despite the fact he got to know the old birdy, he was still shell shocked at it purely enormous size, might, and very advanced age. That is why he was bothered by one thing that just kept on nagging him endlessly, and so he asked. "Why didn't you kill Voldemort yourself?"

Chapter 27: Griffin Fort Pt.1

"Why didn't you kill Voldemort yourself?" Harry asked as he gazed up at the giant, old Royal Gryphon.

"Aah," the old birdy said with a deep sigh, "the answer to that is very complicated and long winded, but to cut to the matter of things I am not powerful enough for that."

"You're not powerful enough to face Voldemort?" Harry asked in a disbelieving voice. How powerful can the evil fucker be if even an ancient beast as powerful as Old Gryp can't defeat him?

"Yes," the old creature said, "I am barely clinging to life as it is, my magic can only grant me a few more years of life if I do not exert myself too much. That is why I must use to time remaining to mold my great-great-great-great-grandson here into the next leader of our kind."

Turning to look at Sunchaser who looked saddened to be reminded that his many times over geat father would soon pass away, Harry had no words to say. He knew the pain of losing loved ones and it must be even more painful that each day that passes by you know their time is drawing nearer.

"Anyways, my boy," Old Gryp said as he glossed over his death like it was nothing, "you underestimate the power of a Sorcerer. There is a reason why only a few rise up around the whole globe, every few generations. They are people that stand near the pinnacle of power, that have a very profound and abstruse understanding of magic. They are nothing compared to a common wizard. If they so wanted they can annihilate this whole country without breaking a sweat."

Not even trying to process what the old Gryphon said since he might just start to weep at the unfairness of it all. Harry turned to more practical things like, "Then why didn't Voldermort do exactly that?" Harry asked.

If he knew the madman well which he did thanks to having all his memories saved and backlogged in his head then he would have done it long ago thanks to all the resistance he faced here.

"Well he has Dumbledore that stands against him who will not allow that, and the other Sorcerers will not take to kindly to the fact that he just wiped out a whole country off the map no matter how small or quarreling they are. People like Flamel couples, Faust, Michael Scot, Aleister Crowley, Julian, Virgil, Albertus, the Witch of Endor, Zoroaster, and many others will come out of the woodwork to teach him a very valuable lesson."

Just listening to him list all these historical figures that Harry heard about on and off made his skin tingle. Some of them have to be hundreds if not close to a thousand years and they are still alive and part of this world.

"Plus," Old Gryp said, carrying on as if not noticing Harry dumbfounded and stupefied expressions, "there are other legendary creatures found throughout Magical Great Britain that can match me might for might, and who would side with Voldermort; like Selena the Basilisk that you have killed."

"Well," Harry said with a weak smile, "thanks for clarifying it all. I guess it will just take time to process it all and wrap my mind against it."

"No problem," the old Gryphon said as he started to settle down. "And little lordling," he called out as Harry turned around towards Sunchaser.

"Yes," Harry said as he looked up at the massive creature.

"Don't lose hope, things might look bleak for you and the odds might be stacked against you, but never lose hope. As long as you keep trying, and you give it your best, you can die a happy man."

"Thank you," Harry said and he really meant it as the words of the old Gryphon uplifted his mood. Even if he had two giant brick walls blocking his path, he would smash them down if nothing along except pure willpower.

Peering at him in a very solemn tone with its milky eyes first the first time even sharpening into the true predator eyes of an eagle. "Reassemble the Griffin Legion, build up your power base, form alliances with other Great Houses, create pacts with other races, increase your hold, expand your land, let the gold flow, innovate new magical technology, recruit more people to your cause, better yourself, further your studies, dive deeper into work, attain more power, and seek new masters to learn under.

Do that," the old Royal Gryphon said as he drew himself up to his full height with his wings spread out to either side. "then know that the Royal Gryphon at your beck and call, and so shall all Griffin-kin that live in the Roost."

Standing up straight like he was in the military, Harry was so swept in the mood that he should, "Yes, Sir."

"Oh-hohoho," the ancient creature chuckled as he saw the young wizard's reaction. "Now head back, you have much that awaits you. And best of luck in your long winded journey."

"So how was your trip?" Sirius asked as Harry slide down Sunchaser's neck. Right now they were in the castle's courtyard, one of the few places except for the landing pad on top of the towers that could fit the giant creature.

Harry was thankful to be on solid ground again, even if he was more durable than an average man now, it still took some getting use to flying on the back of a giant lion/eagle hybrid with only its feathers to hold on to.

Still he seem to gain some G-force resistance, better lung capacity, and Gyroscopic orientation from the ancient Royal Gryphon heart feather since the flight down was much, much easier than the flight up the short distance to the peak of the mountain.

"It wasn't too bad," Harry replied as he patted the big bird on the head. Nodding its head to him, Sunchaser gave one final cry and took off towards the Roost.

"Did the Royal Gryphon give you their support?" Tobry asked as he walked up to him along side his godfather.

Turning to look at the house-elf it seemed like he knew a lot more than he showed, "Yes," Harry replied, "and I went through the ceremony."

"Good, good," the refined house-elf said, as he seem to let out a sigh of relief he did not even know he was holding back. "Now there is much that awaits your attention, Master Potter. Will you be staying to take care of them?"

"Aaaa," Harry said, he really did not want to, but knew he had, and could put it off any longer.

"We need to be on our way," Sirius said as he cut into the conversation and laid his hand on his godson's shoulder. "We have to visit all the properties and assess their states."

Sighing as if he did want to deal with this, the house-elf remarked in a stern tone as he looked at Harry point on, "Master Potter, I do not think you understand how grave things our. There has been no Head of House for nearly 13 years. There is so much that has piled on that needs your immediate attention. You can not go off into the countryside and dilly dally around leaving behind your duty."

"Well," Sirius said as he stepped forward, finally speaking his opinion. "I hate to break it to you, Tobry, but I do not think my godson is ready to take on all those duties. He is still a child and has a life to live. You have carried on for these last 13 years, I am sure you can do so for a couple more as Harry slowly takes on more and more duties."

"You..." Tobry faltered out as he lost his cool for a moment there, "that can not happen. This will need..."

"Tobry," Harry cut off, "I will take on my duties, I am ready," he said as he gazed up at his godfather especially. "But shouldn't a Lord know his own land and properties? What kind of Master will I be if I do not even know the lay of my land or its people and what it does? Would my parents and grandparents be happy about that?"

"No," the house-elf slowly said.

"Well then," Harry said before the house-elf could put up a proper agreement, "that settles it. Give me a couple of days to settle everything and I will go with Sirius, see all there is to see and once I come back you shall have me day in and day out. How does that sound?"

"Fine," the house-elf said after a long pause. "I shall prepare all the paper works for when you come back."

"Thank you," Harry said to the house-elf with a nod, then spinning on his feet, he uttered to the older wizard, "well we best be on our way since we are under the timer now."

Walking out the castle's gate and traveling all the way to the outer perimeter of the Potter land until they reached the barrier, Sirius stepped through the barrier with Harry right behind. It seem like the only way to apparate out of the land is to be beyond the barrier, so here they were.

Hary called bullshit on that but as Sirius and Tobry put it, he needed a deeper connection to the castle and all its land before he could allow people to apparate in and out. The only way to do that is to live there longer than the couple of hours he did so far.

The longer he lives there the more stuff will be unlocked for him. This protection was put in place by his ancestors so that the Lord of the House could at least try to get to know his or her land better.

Coming to a stop outside the barrier, Sirius turned to face him and asked, "I hate to be the one to ask, but are you sure you are ready to take on such responsibilities as Lordship?"

"Do I have a choice?" Harry replied with a shrug. "My house needs me, I am all that it has left."

"I know, I know, pup," Sirius said with a sigh, "it just that you are a child, you should be living your life, having some fun, and discovering more about yourself. Not taking on the hard responsibility of leading a Great Wizarding FAmily at only 14 years old."

"It's okay," Hary said with a weak smile as he rested his hand on his godfather's shoulder. He could see that this subject bothered him a lot, and he really just wanted what was best for him.

"No it's not," Sirius said as he rubbed at his temple, "You forget that I was once Heir to House Black for over 16 years before I ran away. I know how it feels to take on only a meager amount of authority, and let me tell you right now it is not fun."

Peering at godfather, Harry squeezed his shoulders to give him a sense of comfort and stated. "It is going to be alright. I can handle anything that comes my way. I have already slain a basilisk, prevented the rise of a dark lord twice and single-handled took down an evil menace."

Chuckling Sirius shook his head and remarked, "that was only because I was weakened in my time in Azkaban."

"Still," Harry said, "three 13-year-olds defeated you. Doesn't that say something about you?"

"Ha, ha," Sirius said as he gave his godson a narrowed gaze, "let's have a duel on the training mat and see if you could recreate that miracle again."

Polishing his nails against his shirt and blowing a puff of fake air, Harry haughtily replied, "I wouldn't want to wound your pride a second time. At least the first time you had a plausible excuse, now there is nothing to shield you."

"Ow, you little bugger," Sirius cursed as he brought him in a headlock and started to rub at his head.

"Mercy, mercy," Harry called out through fits of laughter.

Letting him go after he got a good head rub in, Sirius said in him in a serious tone with barely control laugher underneath. "That should teach you to respect your elders."

"Alright," Harry said as he enjoyed their slight banter, "I have learned my lesson and seen the true light of your awesomeness."

"You better," Sirius said as he finally couldn't hold it back and broke into laughter.

"Well," Harry said as he rested his arm over his godfather's shoulder, "We will both be suffering under Lordship together, so at least that is something."

"Yep," Sirius said with a nod, sharing the moment of comradery with him, "Who would have thought that I, Sirius Black the disowned son would be the new leader of my house."

"That life I guess," Harry said with a shrug, "it is full of surprises."

"It sure is," Sirius said with a nod as they just stood there and enjoyed the beautiful sight of the castle down below and its wonderful orchard and mightily mountain."

"So how is Potter Fortress like?" Harry asked as they trekked through a mountainous region as they made their way to the Potter family legion.

"It better known as Griffin Fort by all— where the famed Griffin Legion is posted at," Sirius replied. "Ah, we are coming right up it now."

Turning to look at where his godfather was pointing at Harry finally could make out a massive structure as the mist parted and the sun basked on the fort.

The structure seem to be seamlessly part of the mountain it rested on as it looked to be made of the same monolith. The walls that surrounded it were nearly 50 meters tall and looked as thick and impressive as well. They were darkish brown in color and in the setting sun, it looked near pitch black. Plus he noticed the intricate designs drawn everywhere on the fortress creating beautiful patterns.

There were clouds surrounding the immense fortress denoting how high up it was in the air. He could see countless arrowslits that dotted the fort like potholes. From here he could also see the battlements which were dotted with tiny ant-like figures and the fortress turrets and towers that stood high above.

A waterfall cascaded down and other than that there was absolutely no way into the impregnable fortress. Treacherous snowy mountains surrounded in from all sides and with its only gate being blocked, nothing could come in or come out.

Turning to face his godfather, Harry looked at him puzzlingly and asked, "How are we going to get in?"

"If one path is closed off for you then find another," Sirius replied with a broad grin.

"I never thought this day would come," Harry muttered loud enough for all to hear, "the day Sirius Black spout out wisdom."

"What can I say," Sirius replied with a shrug, "I am full of surprises, that is why all the ladies love me." Looking down at his godson, he added, "You should really follow in my footsteps if you want my after pickings."

"Har, har," Harry said, "now come on, be serious. How are we really going to enter that fortress?"

"Did you bring the two brooms I asked for?" Sirius replied with his own question.

"Ow, I see what you are up to," Harry said with a knowing grin as he held out his Lordship ring in front of himself and two firebolts appeared floating in the air.

Taking his own broom in hand, Sirius hopped on and called, "You may get my drift, but can you keep up?"

"Oh-ho-ho, you are so on old man," Harry said as he hopped on his own broom and cracked his neck.

"Old man is it?" Sirius asked, as he cast a warming charm on himself to keep the frigid air away. "Let's see about, aye," he shouted as he took off into the sky.

"Don't cry when I make you eat my dust!" Harry taunted as he took off right after him once he cast his own warming spell as well.

"You mean you will be eating my dust! I have been flying way before you were even out of the crib," Sirius mocked as he took on more speed and dashed through the sky

"Must be really sad then since I am much better than you," Harry goaded as he did some loops in the sky while flying deadly fast in the sky.

Just as they were trading light quips with each other and came closer to the fortress a burning red glow started to appear in the sky.

Noticing the strange phenomenon heading towards them, Harry called out to the older wizard who was neck and neck with him and asked, "Hey, Sirius do you see that thing in the sky coming towards us?"

Turning to look at where his godson pointed at, Sirius immediately went pale in the face and swore out loud, "Fucking shit."

At long last, Harry could make out what was plummeting at deadly speed, a massive fireball.

The spell was the size of a fully grown man with an orange and reddish afterglow and Harry muttered under his breath disbelievingly. "Are they shotting at us?"

Cutting through his incredulity was Sirius's shout of, "DODGE!"

Not needing to be told twice to do that, Harry ducked under the fireball that whizzed into the distance and readjusted his course back on track.

"What the fuck was that all about?" harry asked his godfather.

However, the older wizard's gazed was glued up ahead, and Harry just knew what was awaiting him as he turned his head to the direction his godfather was looking at.

Hurtling towards them was not one or two or even three fireballs but over a dozen of the massive things careen at them.

"Fuck me sideways," Harry grumbled as he held on tight to his broom and got ready to dodge like his life depended on it. Which in this case it did.

Chapter 28: Griffin Fort Pt.2

Hurtling towards them was not one or two or even three fireballs but over a dozen of the massive things.

"Fuck me sideways," Harry grumbled as he held on tight to his broom and got ready to dodge like his life depended on it. Which in this case it did.

Just then the first volley arrived with five fireballs at the lead; sidestepping the first one, Harry ducked under the second one, then did an upturn to dodge the third and fourth one, and finally completed his lop to avoid the last fireball.

Then getting back on course, Harry watched from the corner of his eyes as Sirius evaded his own shots of firey projectiles.

Not having even a single moment to even comment about the older wizard's excellent flying, the remaining fireballs arrived careen at them at deadly speed.

Grabbing on even tighter to his broom until his hands were deadly pale, Harry tried to make himself as small as possible as he got ready to face the second volley.

Dodging the first shot, Harry dipped lower to dodge another and followed it up with skirting around the third one. Then Harry bypassed two others from in between while feeling the simmering heat against his skin as he flew past. After that, he careened away from the sixth shot which came up on him in a surprise, and Harry had to get a handle on his broom which had him spinning in the air.

Luckily his mishap threw him far away from the final fireball that whizzed past into the distance harmlessly.

Tying to collect his breathing and calm his racing harm, Harry wiped away at the sweat that broke across from his forehead from the close call with the sixth fireball. Turning around, Harry saw that his godfather successfully dodged all the fireballs without a single singe or burn.

Sighing in relief once he saw that, Harry turned around to look ahead at the god damn fucking fortress with narrowed eyes. Who the hell was operating that place that they shot first and asked questions later, plus to make matters worse they were firing at their own liege lord who provides their training, equipment, mounts, spells, and everything else.

Dashing across the sky, there was only one thought on Harry's mind as he drew closer to the fort—when he gets there he will box whoever in charge ears until it's red and aching. At that moment, Harry heard a small ZIP ripe across the air and it was only thanks to his Danger Intuition that kicked in that instant that he was able to dodge to the right as a lightning bolt struck where he was.

Staring gapingly at the position he was at as small arcs of the lightning bolt danced in the sky, Harry slowed down until he came to a stop and swore again. However, Harry did not have time for that as he started to look around for his godfather, unlike him his godfather did not have the Danger Intuition of a basilisk so he did not know if he got stuck as well.

Finally, Harry spotted the Black family head and his worst fears became realized. Plummeting down to earth, Harry could see the smoke rising up from his godfather as he free fell to earth. To make matters worse he was separated from his broom which crashed and burned off to the distance leaving him without anything to maintain himself in the air.

Banking down Harry was about to go after him and catch him no matter what it took until he saw that the old man was able to stabilize himself. Then he slowly drifted down to earth safely.

Sighing in relief once he saw that the animagus was able to safely land thanks to a featherfall spell, Harry thanked whatever god was up there and shot back to the air. He knew that at this point there was not anything else he could do for his godfather, the damage was done and he was shot down from the sky.

Now all he could do was get to the fortress and deal with whoever firing at them with impunity.

Not daring to even think about what would have happened if his godfather was a regular man, Harry flew towards the fortress with a singular focus. Unlike muggles, wizards and witches have magical resistance. This grants them a limited negation to all sorts of magical damage and spells whether it be elemental in nature or physical, mental, spiritual, and everything else in between.

The same applies to magical beings and creatures, so instead of being burnt to a crisp, rip to shreds, or electrocuted to death when you take a fireball to the face, a Bombarda at near-death point, or a lighting bolt head on— you can walk way perfectly fine with only a small burn, a brief moment of disorientation, or a modicum of pain.

Of course, each person has a varying degree of magical resistance which is tied to how powerful they are. Plus magical resistance does not equate to magical immunity after a certain threshold you will be maimed or even out right killed.

If students at Hogwarts did not have this natural ability there would be countless body bags carried out of the school's door each day. Plus wizarding-kinds population which was on the small side already would have long been wiped out with magical accidents and dangerous experiments.

Racing across the sky Harry had to duck and weave as he dodged all the lighting bolts sticking down from the sky. In just a few moments the whole area that he had flown into had become a field of arcing lightning bolts. The whole sky was darkened with dark roiling clouds while he saw that a few miles back the atmosphere was still blue as yonder.

Even though his godfather was hurt thanks to this cursed field he still had to give compliments where it was do. Changing the atmosphere and creating a zone of lightning bolts was some very wickedly awesome magic.

While his mind drifted off and remained singularly focused on the fortress ahead, he did not notice it when all of a sudden the lighting pooled together at one single point. Not noticing a thing, Harry could see he was almost in the clear with just a few meters ahead until he was out of the lighting zone. Then all of a sudden all the collected lightning struck at once coming down for him like the judgment of god.

This lighting bolt was nothing like all the previous ones which were only as big his thighs put together. No this was like a giant pillar from heaven and it was also a different color from the previous blue that whipped across the sky.

Only in the last few seconds that Harry even became aware of it, giving him no time to dodge or weave at all. Before he could even process anything the lighting struck him head-on as the golden arcs danced across his body and in his vein.

For long moments Harry was frozen there as he closed his eyes shut and thought he was a goner. However, as the golden electricity beat against him, he felt nothing but a twinge of shocking charge.

Opening his eyes very slowly, Harry saw that he was perfectly alright except for the fuzzed up hair and lighting that was arcing across his skin. Then Harry recalled what Tobry said to him about Royal Gryphons, "The Royal Gryphons of your family Master Potters are not just giant bird/lion hybrids of destruction. No, they just like how the Phoenix is the master of fire, the Azure Dragon is the master of water, the Behemoth is the master of the earth, the Basilisk is the master of poison— so is the Royal Gryphon the master of the sky!

Everything that falls under the domain of the sky, the Royal Gryphon is lord of it all whether it be the lightning that bolts across the sky, the wind that blows in heaven, or the clouds that drift across. The Royal Gryphon is the master of it."

Then remembering the heart feather he ate, Harry realized that he too now was the master of the sky. This trifling amount of lightning is nothing compared to what a Royal Gryphon could handle.

With a wide grin splitting his face, laughter spilled out of his mouth as he felt a bit heady with all the power coursing through his veins. Now with all this juice inside of him, there is nothing that could stand in his way.

And with that though, Harry was off towards the fortress, like a bolt of arcing golden lighting head, not even heeding anything. Before long Harry reached the next kill zone.

This time it was howling wind that sliced and diced at the enemy. However, Harry totally ignored it as he somehow tapped into the lighting instinctively and used it as a shield. Laughing out loud as his voice cracked like lightning, Harry carried on as he built even more speed and was out the danger zone.

From up close here, Harry's enhanced senses came into view namely his enhanced sight and he could see a few figures panicking on the battlements like headless chickens. Suddenly at the sight of them, forked lightning arced across his body as rage boiled up to the surface.

No longer was he thinking straight as he became one with the lighting and the lightning became one with him. All that was left in his mind was to bring the wrath of the sky upon them like the true master he was.

Not taking into account the danger he was in as ice started to collect in the sky, all of Harry's attention was on the battlement. Then suddenly hundreds of giant icicles rained down on him banging against his arcing shield and being dissolved into small crystals.

Somehow one of the giant icicles finally got through his shield of lighting and slashed against his cheek creating a small cut. Not knowing where the hubris and pride came from as Harry touched his cheek with a haughtily look, lighting run across his eyes and a sudden shout came from his mouth. A shout that sounded very much similar to that of a Royal Gryphon's.

Digging deep to all the extra juice he had, Harry collected all the golden lighting in his core and suddenly send it out in a sphere-like wave. All the giant ice crystals that were raining down at him were obliterated as the lightning wave destroyed everything in its path leaving behind only a small dusting of ice shards in the air.

Using the rest of the golden lighting, Harry gathered it in both of his hands until they were glowing like the golden ray of sunshine. Then locking his hands together, Harry blasted a beam of pure golden electricity at the battlements. [A/N: think Kamehameha from dragon ball z.]

The giant beam struck against the great walls but suddenly out of nowhere a blue shield appeared surrounding the area that his beam struck and took the damage.

As the dust cleared and all the power that was coursing through his veins left his body, Hary was finally able to come back to himself. Immediately Harry just realized what he did in his state of anger, pride, and headyness- he attacked his very own fortress and might have just killed his own men in the process.

Racing over to the area his attack struck, Harry now saw the pitfall of his powers. They were abilities that truly weren't his. No matter how much of these magical beasts blood, tears, or other parts he had inside of him this was not something that was his own or that he can handle yet.

For a moment there he thought he was becoming like a Royal Gryphons and that would not do. No matter how noble all magical beasts are, they are still beasts in the end. They are creatures of might and power while humans are beings of intellect and innovation.

Having power is good and all, but if you lose yourself and become nothing more than a creature that acts on instinct then what is there left of you.

It is thanks to human ingenuity that wizarding kind rules over the magical world and not magical beasts who are more magically intune and gifted.

Landing on the battlements and hopping off his broom, abruptly a gruff voice called out, "What the hell is going on? Who activated our defenses?"

Turning around Harry saw a veteran looking man with greying hair and a metal arm walk up from the stairs that lead down. Behind him was a sharp looking man with a pair of glasses on and a saber at his hip.

"Commander, Sir," a coughing voice answered as Harry saw three soldiers coughing and wheezing on the ground. They must have been the people who were trying real hard to kill him, he noted as they tried their best to get up and look presentable.

The one that answered was a short man who would have been confused for a dwarf if not for the lack of beard that those magical beings were known for. The second was a lanky man, with bucktooth, and a medium height. The third and final man was the largest of the group in both height and weight.

[A/N: think Yao, Ling, and Chien Po from Mulan.]

"I asked a question," the man who Harry assumed was the commander growled. "What in god's name were you three idiots doing?"

"Commander," the lanky man said as he saluted the man. "We spotted two intruders and tried to take them down as you commanded."

"As I commanded," the gruff man repeated.

"Ah, did you say no one is allowed to trespass into the fortress?" the giant, chubby man asked in a soft voice.

Grabbing his forehead and doing his best not to lose his cool with the three men, the aide looking man in the glasses spoke up and remarked. "You could have simply trapped these so-called intruders in the spatial folding field and called for the commander to deal with it instead of activating our lightning field, fireballs, icicles, and howling wind."

"Oh," the soft-spoken giant said.

"But Lieutenant," the lanky man said as he tried to defend himself and his actions. "these intruders were very slippery and dangerous as well. We were able to take one day but the other was very powerful and attacked us. That is why the magical shielding went up."

Sighing the Commander let go of his head and simply ordered, "get back to your posts. You idiots will be the death of me one day. Alex," he then said as he turned to face his aid, "go see about these so called intruders and so help me god if they were just fucking birds. You three will be assigned to latrine duty for the rest of your lives!"

"Sir," the short stocky man said as he pointed at Harry who just stood there waiting for them to wrap everything up.

"Yes," the man growled as he clearly did not have enough patience for any more bullshit.

"The intruder is right there," the man simply said.

Spinning around to face him, the commander shouted, "what in tarnation?!" as he actually saw someone standing there.

Unlike everyone else who was either surprised or just standing still, the Lieutenant was able to quickly react as he placed his hand over his saber and stood in front of the Commander.

"Stand back, sir," the aide said as he got into a fighting position, "I will take care of this trespasser."

Before Harry could argue and state who he was, the man was right before him in the blink of an eye as he covered the 20 meters distance in a matter of heartbeats like it was nothing.

Unsheathing his sword the aide slashed at him and the only thing that saved him was that he step backed in his surprise. There was no time for anything whether it be taking out his wand, placing some defenses up, or even attacking back.

There wasn't even time to activate his many abilities or even use the single wandless spell he knew since he froze up. Never in his life did he face an opponent that overpowered him so.

It seems like all this time he was going at easy mood since this guy was a beast in human flesh.

He was like a flash of lightning bolt as even then the slash ripped into his shirt and lightly sliced into his skin. The man was going to following it up with a downward cut before the gruff man shouted, "WAIT!"

Immeadily coming to a stop as the blade rested only inched from his nose, Harry did not even dare to move a muscle. He knew, deep down that if he did that the man would cut him in half without a thought.

"At ease, Lieutenant," the crusty old man said as he walked up to Harry with narrowed eyes and his hands resting behind his back.

"Yes, Sir," the saber wielding man said as sheath his blade and stepped back.

Regardless, the gruff man's eyes where only for Harry as he studied him close up and whispered loud enough for Harry to hear, "It can't be, but the resemblance is very close."

"Don't mean to be rude, gentlemen," Harry said as he slowly leaned back while holding his hands out to show that he was harmless. "But I am Lord Potter, master of this fortress and Chief of the Griffin Legion." With that announcement, Harry held out his Lordship ring and it flashed to the Potter family emblem of two griffins, a patch of red roses, and an elegant sword with wings reaching out from the back.

Chapter 29: Griffin Legion

"Wow, this is some really good stuff," Harry stated through a mouthful of scones. He did not know if it was his hungry stomach speaking or if that truly was. Who knew that running amock with too much magic would really create an appetite.

"Thank you, my lord," Alex said as he bowed his head slightly to him while standing still right besides him. Would you like some more, my lord?" the lieutenant asked once he saw that he finished his own serving as he held out some more from him.

"Don't mind if I do," Harry said with a grin as he grabbed half a handful and piled it on his tiny tray.

"Once again," Alex began with, "I am deeply sorry for the attack on your esteemed personage, my lord. I have failed to realize who you were and that is deep failure on my lowly self."

"Alright, alright," Harry said as he heard enough of this and was getting a lot of bad vibes from the man. He seemed to be very loyal, too loyal in fact that if Hary commanded him to off himself he would do it without hesitation.

Now Harry appreciates loyalty since it was a deep tenant of his own House at Hogwarts, but fanaticism was a whole nother thing. He knew very well how Voldermort used that to get his followers to do very twisted and dark things and he did not want to be like him at all.

"Listen," Harry said, "it was an honest to god mistake. We all make since at the end of the day we are all humans. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Well said, well said," Sirius spoke up as he patted him on the back like a proud, preening peacock. "Now that is the godson that I raised," he added as he wiped away at something at the corner of his eyes.

Rolling his eyes, Harry heard sniffling from one of the corners and turn to see that that gentle giant was blowing at his nose while pausing with his task that the Commander gave him. He even saw that the other two idiots that shot at him and Sirius were looking heart warmed by his comment as if he was speaking about them.

Feeling helpless at being surrounding my jokers and softies, Harry couldn't help it but chuckle to himself. At the end of the day, they were all that matters and who stood by him.

"Anyways," Harry said trying to get things back on topic, "I must say you are really good with that blade of yours."

"Thank you, my lord," the lieutenant nodded his head.

"So how did you get so fast?" Harry asked the most important question that drew his curiosity.

"A lot of training my lord," Alex answer, "plus some rituals that I undertook."

"Dang," Harry said with a whistle, "anyways you really got to teach me how to use that blade of yours."

"It would be my honor, my lord to see you on the training field and for me to teach you the way of the sword."

"Thank you, I look forward to that," Harry said with a nod. He really could imagine him being a badass and swinging around a certain family sword, namely the sword of gryffindor.

"I must say," the Commander interpreted, finally speaking up. "You are the spitting image of your grandfather." The man finally seem to get over and process the fact that he, the last Potter was sitting in his office, drinking his tea and eating his scones.

"Really?" Harry asked as he perked up from the scones he was shoving into his mouth.

Right now they were sitting in the leader of the legion's office where the family coat of arms was plastered behind his desk with trophies, spoils from past campaigns, medals of honors, badges and pins, plus mementos where placed around the office.

"Yes, not only in looks but personality as well," the gruff man said with a nod of his head. "For a moment there I thought you where his ghost come to haunt me or a really tricky bastard."

Harry knew that he shared a really close resemblance to his grandfather thanks to when he saw his living portrait. However, it seems like this man knew him on a more personal level. That is why Harry got right to the point and asked, "Did you know my grandfather?" as a bit of hope leaked through his voice.

As much as it has been fun to hang out with portraits of long dead relatives and ancestors, he knew that couldn't be healthy or good for him, nothing beats real actual people than ghosts of long past.

"Yep, him and I were in the Grindelwald war together. I was a new, up and coming Centurion of the family's Legion and your grandfather just graduated from The Clock Tower and married your grandmother. Him and I were in the thick of it from the Battle of Moscow to Berlin and Atlantic. There we forged a great bond and became brothers in arms."

"Wow," Harry said as it was really all he could say.

Still as much as he would like to learn more, he had to finish up what he came here for before he could sit around and take about the past.

Setting his tea down, Harry took on a more serious tone and uttered, "Well let's set aside the formalities for now, Commander. It seem like you are basically my Granduncle."

"Haha," the old man guffawed at Harry's comment, "I like that- call me Granduncle Leo from now on, boy."

"Sure will, granduncle," Harry said with an incline of his head. "Well to get back to matters at hand, today I came here in my capacity as Chief of the Griffin Legion to check up on how our family's standing army was doing."

"Of course," the gruff man said with a deep sigh as he sagged deeper into his chair. "Well to be honest with you boy things are not looking good at all."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as his eyes narrowed together into slits.

"To begin with the remaining soldiers have not been paid for months on end as the fortress' coffers have been emptied a long time ago. There is no more foodstuff left in the fortress to feed anyone and the soldiers have been left to hunt for their own food in the wild.

The equipment is why behind the times, there is no one left to repair and fix our weapons and armors. The runes need to be renewed, the place needs major refurbishment, we need new men to fill our ranks."

Just listing to the man go on and on about all the issues there was made Harry's head just hurt. Things look very bad here.

"Plus all the Grifin creatures have all but gone wild since no Lord has come to calm them down."

"I can help with that," Harry said, as there was finally something that was a quick fix.

"Yes, you can," the old man said with a sigh, "but that would be putting a bandage over a gaping head wound at this point, boy. To be honest kid, I just can go on and on with all the issues we face, but most importantly of all is that morality is all but shattered. Not only has our future Lord and Lady been murdered in cold blood, but our past Lord and Lady died of the accursed Dragon Pox."

Looking down at the floor as Harry was reminded of that, he couldn't help it when grief came up to the surface and nearly overwhelmed him.

"Then there is what is left of the Legion. After fighting two wars back to back- of the proud 5,000 strong men and women of the Legion, only 1,250 soldiers remain."

"WHAT!" Harry shouted as he jumped out his seat like a thunderbolt struck him in the ass causing his chair to tip over and fall to the ground.

"Yes, you heard, boy," the gruff, old man said as he looked bone-weary of it all. "Two last Cohort is all that is left which is lead by Lieutenant Alex and some support."

"But... but..." Harry tried to say, "that is a 75% loss. Are you telling me only 25% of the whole standing army of my family's Legion is left."

"Yes," the man simply replied leaving the room in complete silence.

Harry had no words to say at all, so many men and women died and for what. Just because two men wanted power, just because they did not like the way things were, just because they were too egotistical to bring the change they wanted in a non-violent manner.

Sitting there, left to his thoughts, Harry's heart went out to all those wizards and witches that died for his family. Even though he did not know them personally, they still sacrificed their lives for a much better cause.

"We would have been willing to sacrifice ourselves to protect our Lord and Lady, but your Lord Father commanded us to stand down."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he looked over at the Lieutenant who spoke up.

"What he means is we would have made a last stand at the Potter Manor if it came down to it. But your father decided he did not want what was left of the Legion to be all but wiped out, so he ordered us to remain here until we heard word back from him. But..."

"You never did hear anything back from him since he was murder in cold blood," Harry finished for him since it looked painful for the old veteran to even speak about it.

"Yes," the old man nodded sorrowfully, "and ever since then, we have kept to our last order. Guarding the Lich Pass."

Suddenly breaking him out of his dejected disposition was Sirius who patted him on the back comfortable then gave him a look of understanding.

Appreciating support, Harry tried his best to get his head out of the gutter and said with a shaky breath, "Okay, is there anything I can do. If there is please just tell me and I will get to it."

"Just like you said, visiting the Griffin stables and calming them down would help. However most importantly, what we need is monetary support. We need to buy new equipment and armor, pay the soldiers, fix this place up, get foodstuff, and so much more."

"Good," Harry said with a nod of his head, "I will speak to my account manager immediately, and have the gold sent." At this stage, money was no problem at all, if he wanted to he could splurge millions of Galleons into this Legion if he so wanted.

"Now it seems to me what is more important is our very low numbers? Could we recruit more soldiers, and how do you go about doing that.?"

"Recruiting soldiers is no issue, especially if I were to use your name."

"I have no problem with that," Harry grinned up at the man, already liking where he was going with this. So many people were using his name already- the boy-who-lived, the one who vanquished the Dark Lord - so why couldn't he do the same.

"Yes, but the issue is how long it takes to train the soldiers."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Well, here we are training elite soldiers that can handle a variety of different Griffin creatures. So this isn't just some 3-month basic training and then you are sent to the front lines. No, it takes at least 2 years for a soldier to be ready to serve and become a legionary."

[A/N: Usually in the American army it is 12 to 14 weeks of basic training to be combat-ready. But for more advanced career paths it takes years. So I just went off that.]

"2 Years," Harry repeated, as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. God damn it, he did not even know if he had two years before Voldy wonks would come back and start up his reign of terror again.

"Can I be honest with you here, granduncle," Harry said as he looked the man in the eyes.

"You always can," the gruff looking man answered with a nod of his head.

Looking around at the room with the lieutenant, his godfather, and the three idiots who tried to shoot him down, he turned back at the one-armed man and asked. "Do you trust everyone in this room to keep a secret."

"With my life," the old man nodded his head, "lieutenant Alex has been my aid throughout these troubling years, these three might be buffoons but they are loyal men through and through."

"Oh, thanks Commander," the lanky man exclaimed as he wiped away at tears in the corner of his eyes.

"I knew you always had a soft spot for us," the stocky short man said with a goofy smile on his face.

"We will serve well, Commander," the gentle giant sniffled out.

"Shut it, before I take that back," the old man shouted as he gave them the eyeball look.

"It is already too late for that, Commander, " the slender man declared with a wicked grin, "you said it yourself, we are your best soldiers."

Grumbling under his breath, the metal armed man turned to look at Sirius and stated, "and Sirius is your father's best man and closest friend. I knew they were spewing a load of hogwash when they said you betrayed them."

"Thanks for the faith, you old bones," Sirius joked, but Harry could see he was touched by the old man's belief in him when very few believed him.

"So," his grandfather's best friend continued, "you are in trustworthy company. Say what you must say."

"Alright," Harry said, "this might sound unbelievable to your ears and you might not trust it, but hear me out."

"Don't worry," the old man said, "whatever you have to say I will believe you. You might not know this but the house Lordship ring does not except people who aren't of sound mind and body. Plus it had very powerful protection that prevents the tampering of your own mind."

"I actually did not know about," Harry acknowledged as he looked down at his wonderful ring. Rubbing it affectionately Harry had a lot of praise from the ring but he knew now wasn't the time for that. Still he wondered if all the effects where compounded since he actually had five rings on.

"Well, back on topic," Harry said then took a deep breath in, getting his nerves up, and stated. "The dark lord is back."

From behind him, he could hear a sharp intake of breath, and someone stopping something fragile, but Harry did not look back, no his eyes where only on the old Commander. All that mattered was for the old veteran to believe him and to be ready for the coming threat. He did not know if things would break out into open war, but if it did, he did not want to be caught with his pants down.

"Do you have any proof of it?" the metal armed man simply asked as he stared down at him with eyes that gave nothing away of his deep, inner thoughts and feelings.

"No, not per se," Harry replied with a shake of his head, this was a good sign, the man was at least willing to listen to him. But what he said next would make or break.

"But," Harry continued, "I swear to you on my honor as a Potter whatever I say is true." With the solemn oath of honestly, Harry began with his tale which of course started all the way back to the time he first got his letter to Hogwarts.

After a long while of telling his tale, Harry finished up with, "so during my third year I didn't actually run it Voldywonks, but I did meet his backstabbing, rat-faced minion."

"Mhm," the old man said as he rubbed at his greying beard, "now that is a tale worthy of a song."

"or a book," Harry amended with a shrug.

"Yes, either way, it is quite incredible that at such a young age you faced some very dangerous situation and came on top."

"I could swear on magic herself, if you so wanted," Harry uttered as it sounded to him the man did not believe him one bit.

"No, no, no," the old man said, "I believe you boy. What kind of loyal man would I be if I do not eve trust my liege lord. What I am surprised about is how all that went down within Hogwart's very wall."

"Well we do have a very careless Headmaster," Harry shrugged.

Snorting back his rancor, his godfather mocked, "now that is the underestimation of the year."

Laughing out loud once he heard their clear distaste of the old meddling fucker, the old man stated, "Oh, don't let me even get started on that old fucking twat. Comes in the tail end of the war and participates in the last battle and takes all the credit for defeating Grindelwald."

Nodding his head in agreement, Harry could get behind anyone that sees through the old git's falsehoods.

"Well, I will put the Legion on high alert and begin with the rebuilding efforts when I get the gold."

"Excellent," Harry said with a gracious nod, "then we have a deal."

"Good," the old hand said, "now before anything I want to show you something."

"What is it?" Hary asked as he sat back down on the seat he was getting up from.

"You see your Lordship ring," the old veteran said.

"Yes," Harry said with a nod of his head, as he slowly rotated the ring in his finger.

"There is an important function it has called summoning. If you are ever in need of us, just speak to the ring and say, 'I summon the Griffin Legion.' With that, we will appear, and you also can just think about how much you want."

"Are you saying, what I think you are saying?" harry asked as his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

"Mass teleportation," Sirius whispered, "dang, I really need to get my Lordship ring."

"Yes," the old man said with a nod, "but use it wisely, the ring will need to recharge for a long period after that taxing attempt. Now," the old man said as he got up from his chair and to his full height, "I believe a tour of the fortress is in order."

"Gladly," Harry said as he too got up from his chair and headed out into the Griffin Fort.

5 soldiers make a Contubernium lead by a decanus, 10 Contubernium make a Century lead by a centurion, 10 Centuries make a Cohort lead by a lieutenant, 10 Cohorts make Legion leader by a Commander.

Chapter 30: Potter Wizarding Tower

Flying out of the fortress with cheering soldiers waving behind them, Harry was glad to note that this time they were not being shot down at. Or maybe it was the house legionary that were both happy to see their liege lord for the first time in over a dozen years and sadden to see him leave.

What can he say, it felt good to be wanted and loved!

Turning around and waving at the soldiers on the battlements for one final time, Harry spun around in his broom and got back on course.

"Hey, grandpa," Hary called out to Sirius who was on a dreadfully awful broom since his firebolt was all but destroyed when he got struck by that lightning bolt. He was lagging behind Harry right now since the broom that the Commander offered him as replacement for his old one was just as bad as the Hogwart's brooms.

"try to keep up," Harry said as he speeded off into the distance.

"Ah, you god awful brat," Sirius shouted back as Harry had him eating his dust.

Then once they were at a good distance away from the fortress so that their Apparition would not be distorted by the wards placed in the fortified structure. Harry started to slow down until he came to a stop and waited for Sirius who was faltering and swaying in the sky.

"Man," Harry teased, "if your flying is as good as that then I feel sorry for you. Even a simpleton could do better."

"Very funny," Sirius said once he landed on the ground. "We both know I had that race from before all but in the bag."

"Oh did you forget when you got struck by lightning?"

"Yea," Sirius said with a shrug, "that's because the gods themselves felt jealous about my magnificent flying."

"Arrogant, much?" Harry asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

"What can say," Sirius replied as he held out his hands in a frivolous manner. "Now," Sirius said as he turned more serious, "we best be heading to our next destination, the hour is starting to get very late."

Looking up at the sky, Harry had to admit that he was right, now dusk was settling as the sun was all but nearly gone from the sky, and darkness was encompassing everywhere. They really needed to get a move on if they wanted to finish up this round trip, right now they aren't even halfway through all the properties he had in Great Britain.

"So where to next?" Harry asked his godfather. Harry had to admit through this tour he learned a lot he did not know about his family and the real nitty gritty stuff as well.

"It's to the Wizarding Tower," Sirius answered as he held out his hand for his godson.

"Ah, I really did want to visit that place," Harry said as he clutched the item he brought with him in his pocket.

"Well it is an amazing place," Sirius affirmed thinking that his mind was wandering over there. "It was the researching center of your family where new invention, potion, magical items, and so much more was made."

"So you are saying that they know their stuff?" Harry asked as he just wanted to make sure before he brought forth his idea before these so called scientists of his family.

"Yea," Sirius nodded his head, "but as Barnott put it many must have left when the funds dried up."

"So I take it that they are not the most loyal bunch?" Harry wondered out loud as they sounded like rats fleeing from a burning building.

"They are eggheads," Sirius chuckled out loud, "they are not like soldiers who are staunchly loyal to their lieges. They have a more practical view on thing, if you could say."

Snorting, Harry was not buying it, he remembered well all the men and women who died for his family and those who reminded behind after all these years. Of course, there were some deserters, but they were better off without them.

On the other hand, as Sirius was putting it a lot of these so-called family scientists of theirs was ditching them left and right. All Harry had to say for them was, "they could do with a little bit of loyalty."

Chuckling, Sirius responded with, "Now that is something I could agree with you on," then holding out his hand, this time Harry grabbed on to it and they both disappeared off the snowy mountains in an inaudible pop.

Appearing in a wide open craggy field with rugged shrubs and jagged rocks, Harry spotted a towering spire that reached high up into the vaults of heaven. The Wizarding tower sat snugly on top of an outcrop as its golden sheen lit up the surrounding from the darkness.

Behind the lofty tower was a clear blue lake with the mist slowly rolling in. Neighboring the place were snowy top mountians that lent the landscape a marvelous view.

"Wow," Harry whispered as he was blown away by the wondrous sight before him. Not only did the Wizarding tower have a wonderful golden sheen, but its immense towers were splendid to behold as they extended out.

Breaking him out of his stupor was Sirius who elbowed him while grinning down at him, he must have heard his breathless sigh because he said, "I know. It truly is a sight to behold."

"Weel," Harry said, "let's go, we can't be standing here all day." With that, Harry started to walk down the beaten path that lead towards the waiting tower.

Once again Harry was quite thankful that they weren't shot at as they came up to the tower and climbed up the slight elevation. However Harry quickly noticed everything was too quiet and peaceful, there was no one to greet them, hail them over, or even stop them.

Now he was thinking it would have been much better to get shot at because at least he would know somebody was here.

Coming up to the tower giant doors the dwarfed him like they were made for giants, Harry ran his finger over the elegant patters then tore his eyes away after he got a good look at it. Rasing his close knuckles to the doors, Harry rapped against it to announce himself.

After a long while of no one coming to the door, Harry spun around towards his godfather and asked, "Is no one in right now?"

Squinting his eyes up at the tower, Sirius looked back at him and replied, "No, there should be someone here to welcome us."

"Well forget welcoming us, it looks like no one is here at all," Harry exclaimed as he tried to open the door himself but it physically refused to budge an inch.

Raising his hands in surrounded, Harry declared, "and it looks like there is no way in for us."

"Mhm," Sirius said as he gazed at the tower then looking back at him he said, "try overriding the wards in place. I think it should work since you are basically the owner of it."

"Same thing as last time?" Harry asked.

"Yep."

"Quick question," Harry said as he turned back to look at the older wizard.

"Yea?"

"What would happen if that does not work?"

"I..." Sirius tried to begin with but then honestly replied, "well let's just say you do not want to know about that."

Shaking his head, Harry grumbled under his breath, but still loud enough for his godfather to hear him. "What is it with wizards and deadly repercussions. It like you guys love seeing whoever crosses you burn in a glory of a thousand lights."

"What can I say," Sirus shrugged, "we do not like it when somebody crosses us."

Shaking his head, Harry took in a deep breath and shouted in a near chant-like voice,

"I," Harry said.

"Harry James Potter."

"As Master of this House and Family.

"Do allow myself and Sirius Black,

"Into my tower."

"So mote it be!"

Suddenly as if the tower was responding to him Harry watched as the door opened for him. Stepping back, Harry watched as the door fully swung open clearly letting them in.

Turning to his godfather, Harry inclined his head, "after you good sir. It is courtesy to let in the women folk the elderly, and children first."

"Well, why don't you go in first?" Sirius asked innocently, "you are after all a little child right!?"

"Oh, nice turn around," Harry said with a chuckle as he entered first.

Chuckling from behind him, Sirius took his small victory with a modicum of decency.

Walking into the tower, Harry was first to note the well-furnished rugs on the floor, the arches that stretched high up with fine decorations, and the suits and armors posted at each point in the hallway.

Suddenly the light came on as a blue glow lit the hall, basking the place in an otherworldly glow. Harry nearly jumped off his feet at the unexpected surprise, and Sirius must have noticed it because he commented, "Wizard light, it reacts to your presence and comes on by itself."

"Okay," Harry said as he looked about the hall once more, "It looks like I was right anyways. No one is here at all."

"Man now that would be very depressing indeed if all the researchers left."

"Is that all you have to say?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well good news is that there is one person I am 100% sure would not have left."

"And what's the bad news?" Harry asked as he turned to look at his godfather fully, "because I am seriously getting some bad news vibe."

"Ahh... well he is a tiny bit mad..."

"Great," Harry said as he really did not even know why he tried anymore, "Why wouldn't he be mad."

"You know," Harry said as they got to the top floors in the tower, "I still can't believe that there was an elevator in this tower."

"That was called a magic platform," Sirius answered as he gave his godson a miffed look, "they were invented as far back as the middle ages. What do you think we are— savages or something?"

"No, no," Harry lied as deep down he had a lot of conflicting viewpoints in his head, "I was just surprised we had that sort of niceties here."

"Again with that attitude," Sirius said as he shook his head while continuing leading him down the hallway. "You think that we, wizarding-kind are backward compared to muggles, huh?"

"Come on," Harry said as he held his hands out in surrender, "I never said that."

"But you did think it," Sirius finished for him.

"Well.. I..." Harry stammered out as he was caught right in the act.

Sighing, Sirius turned to face him and uttered, "See that is the thing with muggle-borns. I mean no offense, pup, but you all think very low of pure-blooded wizards and that makes it difficult for anyone to get along."

"I get," Harry said, "trust me. There is a bunch of conflicting slants going on."

"Yes," Sirius said then in a much more pleading tone he requested. "You will be surprised with all the stuff you could find in this world, if you look closely, pup. Us wizards have been at the cutting edge of progress and invocation for countless years."

"Alright, alright," Harry voiced, "I will make sure to keep an open mind for now on."

"Are you sure?" Sirius quizzed as he gave him a doubtful look.

"Yes," Harry said, this time a bit more firmly to emphasize his point. "But, all I think is that wizard could do the same with muggle technology. Keep an open mind and all that. You too will be surprised with what you find," he finished with as he gripped his pocket with the item he brought with him inside.

"Well, I doubt that," Sirius said as he waved it away, "but for you, pup, I shall."

Narrowing his eyes at him Harry said nothing at all but just kept his tongue, he could clearly see that there were a much of prejudices on both sides. Now that he was starting to get a firm foot in both worlds he could see that muggle-borns have a low opinion of pure-bloods, thinking that they are unclothe savages.

While pure-bloods think that muggle-borns are uncivil miscreants who have no respect for anyone and rather embrace the enemy.

However, as Harry saw it both of them could learn something for each other.

"It looks like we arrived," Sirius called out as they reached a forbidding door at the end of the hall.

Grabbing the door handle, Sirius was about to swing the door open until he paused as if something crossed his mind. Then turned to look at Harry he added as an afterthought, "Oh, and pup," he said.

"Yea," Harry said as he looked up at him.

"Do not share those opinions or that attitudes with other wizarding families. I might debate and discuss things with you but you will soon find out that Wizarding Houses have no patience for that."

"What do you mean?"

"Most Wizarding families whither they be Light, Dark, or Grey have a high opinion of themselves so they don't take it well if you start looking down at them like they are backward savages."

"I do not see anyone like that..." Harry tried to argue, but his guardian was having none of that.

"It doesn't matter, you will kill any prospects of alliances with other families if they sniff anything out. So tread lightly."

"Okay," Harry said as he saw that there was no point in arguing with his godfather since he had his mind set.

"Also," Sirius added which got a long grown from Harry, "this is the last advice I have for you. Make sure you be are patient with our mad genius. He might go off into a tangent or completely ignore you, but he isn't trying to be rude."

"Speaking from experience?" Harry asked as he saw the look of annoyance flitter across his face.

"Yes," Sirius growled as he finally swung the door open, "yes I am." With that being said they both walked into the waiting deep recess of the room.

Harry immediately took notice of how dark the whole place was and it felt like something could jump out of anywhere at any moment at all. Sticking close to his godfather for safety of course, and not because he was nervous or anything, Harry spotted a green sickly light coming from within.

"I guess we will be following the light, huh?" Harry whispered to his godfather, though he did not know why spoke in a low tone. Maybe it was the sinister atmosphere that called for it, but he sure as hell did not want to be heard by anything if it was learning right around the corner.

"When was that ever a good idea," Harry grumbled to himself as they came closer and closer to the eerie green light.

Finally, they reached an opening which opened out to a wide chamber and in the room where a bunch of strange machines that he never saw in his life that seem to be pumping blue liquid.

In the center of the room was a large liquid vat where a giant brain sat that had a bunch of tentacles arching and beating against the tank. Attached to the tank were two large electric rods that were shotting green lighting at the thing inside the vat which seem to be causing it a great deal of pain.

In front of the vat where two people, on the right stood a woman nearly the same age as Sirius, she was dressed in a white lab coat, high heels, and a pair of lab goggles to block the bright streak lights. She was noting everything down with silent observation and a critical eye.

Beside her stood a white-haired man who was also dressed in a white lab and a pair of goggles, however unlike the silent woman he was madly chuckling out loud. Both arms were raised up to the sky as he took in his experiment with mad glee. That was definitely the mad scientist that Sirius was talking about, the man just screamed it.

Regardless, Harry had no idea what to make about this, all he could do was silently watch with bated breath.

However, Sirius did not seem to have any of that inhibition as he made his way over while shouting, "Livia," in greeting.

Putting her pen down the woman turned around to face them and a look of surprise crossed her stony cold features. "Is that you, Sirius?" the woman asked as she met the animagus halfway.

"In the flesh," the wizard replied with a laugh as he gave the witch a bear hug.

Awkwardly patting him on the back, Sirius broke away not too soon as the magical scientist looked ready to break the contact herself. "Last I heard you were in Azkaban, right?" the woman inquired.

"There was no way that place would have contained me, I broke out last year and now am a free man."

"That good to hear," the woman said then turning to look at Harry she asked, "Who is the child with you?"

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