Chapter Ten – The Silverlight Guardian
"Harry!" The man knelt down beside Harry, the ball of light still clucked in his hand. Harry panicked.
"Easy Harry!" He said in a soft voice.
"But your dead!" Harry stammered. The man grinned.
"Dead, yeah. Gone, no!"
"You know him, Harry?" Ron asked, defending him, with what little strength he had.
"Yeah, he's my Uncle Kevin, Sam's dad. But your dead, she's dead!" Harry was complete confusion. The man nodded to Ron, confirming what Harry had just
said.
"Harry, listen, it's a long story, but I need you sit still, while I heal you and put back in balance as human are not built for Silverlight powers."
Harry stared. He had no idea what his uncle was going on about. Confusion still reined in Harry. Kevin's eyes softened and placed the ball of the light on Harry chest.
"What is that?" Harry panicked again. Kevin smiled.
"Your mother's love, something that Voldamort stool from you, which I am now returning. Now please, hold still and the try and relax as I return the balance as of powers, yours and mine."
Harry watched as his uncle closed his eyes and light expanded from his hand, covering most of the Hogwarts grounds. Harry felt the pain in broken leg lessen and the bone reset themselves and also saw the ball of the light enter Harry, and three further balls of light leave Harry and enter his uncle. Harry felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, he realised that he powers were gone. His uncle had taken them back, the ability to move places just by thinking, the freezing power and the telekinetic powers. His uncle was a Silverlight Guardian, Harry's guardian. Dr. Conners was right. After a few minutes, the light subsided and the darkness fell again. Harry stared, getting to feet, fully healed, at his uncle and then all around stunned, as Ron, Herimone, Ginny and the other Gryffindors were all back to normal, looked very confused.
A sharp noise behind told them that the battle between Sam and the Deatheaters, as still raging, and that now the teachers and members of the Order of the Phoenix had arrived, as Voldamort was raising to his feet.
"Get out of here, Harry and take the others with you." He turned round and looked at his daughter, and signed.
"Man, taming her will be a problem. She hadn't tasted human blood since she was four years old!"
Harry stared at Kevin, what was he going on about?
"Go, I will talk to you later!" And at these words, he vanished in an orb of pearly silvery light and took his daughter with him, leaving Harry alone in the dark. The rest of the Deatheaters which were now fighting the witches and wizards from the castle, and chasing Voldamort, severely weaken, from the Hogwarts grounds. Harry stood there in complete shock, not knowing what had just happened.
To say that there was havoc at the castle was an understatement as the couple of hours was a complete blur for Harry, as he now found himself powerless. He had been dragged from the castle grounds to the Great Hall by Ron and Herimone, and questions were bombarded at him about his uncle and cousin. Harry was numb, and couldn't answer anything, and found himself sitting on the floor in the Great Hall, his mind elsewhere with shock. Madam Promphey bustled in to treat Harry and the other Gryffindor told of what happened to the other students, which had now gathered to the Hall. But Harry was severely struggling with the shock, grew extremely pale and rather sick, was taken directly to the hospital wing, but passed out soon after arriving.
Harry had no idea just how long his was in the hospital wing, before he woke in the early hours of the morning with someone sitting on the end of his bed. Harry blinked in the moon lit darkness at the black outline of the person, someone he had met before but only once.
"Hello Harry!" Said a soft voice of someone that Harry didn't expect to hear. He jumped.
"Uncle Kevin!" Harry stammered. "How did you get in here?" Harry heard laugher at this as his uncle came into view, his long black hair and pale eyes, sparkling in the moonlight. He was grinning.
"Come on, Harry. You've had my powers for almost a year, did you not learn anything?"
Harry blinked, not understanding. His brain had turned to mush. Harry was shaking.
"Why did you give them me?" He asked, his voice barely heard. His Uncle Kevin got to his feet and walked around the bed, thinking.
"Because your more experienced in dealing with evil then me!" Kevin answered this like a child, in fear. He looked up at Harry, his eyes watery. Harry laughed putting on his glasses.
"What do you mean?" Harry smiled. Kevin looked at Harry and smiled, almost proud.
"Because, you have meet Voldamort more times them anyone else in our family. That is why I gave you the powers to you in the first place, severely weakening myself, because I thought you could handle them better them me. Until I saw you over Christmas, suffering with extreme power overload and almost died. Then I realised, it may have not been a good idea, and then I had to find out a way of healing you before we lost you permanently."
"That was you?" Harry asked amazed. His jaw dropped.
"I am so sorry, Harry. I never meant for it to happen. I thought you could handle it. But when I saw that Sam was in trouble as well as you, I thought you could be work well together."
"So you sent Sam to Hogwarts, after the attack at Romania, with Bill and Charlie!" Harry gasped.
"The attack itself, was nothing to do with me but I did indirectly help them out.
I told Sam that the attack might happen, hinting that Hogwarts might be a safe haven for them. She got them out, naturally, being extremely good at fighting evil."
Harry stared. "But Sam's not human, is she?!" Kevin giggled.
"Oh, and it's taken you this long to figure this out!" He laughed. Harry was getting annoyed with uncle, he stared in anger. Kevin stopped laughed. He sat back down on Harry's bed and but one of his hand to his neck and pulled his collar of his shirt down, revealing showing two large puncture marks on his neck, approximately four centimetres apart, not fully healed. Looking at these, Harry saw that his uncle was quite pale in colour, compared to himself. Kevin signed, his voice cold.
"It happened approximately two weeks after you were born and there was no indication that the anything was going to happen, that James and Lily were going to be attacked a year later. Believe me we had no idea, that Voldamort was going to attack, but to this day, and I have no idea if they were sent by him, or came independently."
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Vampires!" Kevin said coldly.
"Vampires!" Harry gasped. Then it hit him. All of a sudden, everything made sense, with his cousin's high knowledge of evil, and the mark on his uncle's neck.
"You were attacked!" Harry asked. He moved forwards eager to hear more.
"Correct!" Kevin signed, moving uncomfortably. He continued.
"It happened so fast, I barely saw it. It was twilight, dusk was on the horizon and went outside, to collect Sam, at the age of four year old, from the garden at the back of the house. Just before I just about to return to house with her, something moved across me extreme fast and snatched Sam out of my hands and across Godric's Hollow. I panic and chased after her, but by the time I caught up with her, on the other side of the village, in a dark field, she had already scrummed to the evil, lying dead on the ground." Kevin got to his feet, walking to the hospital wing windows and looking out, almost angry now. "They had killed my daughter, I wanted their heads!" He was seriously panting now.
"But you were outnumbered!" Harry said calmly, hoping it would rub off onto his uncle. Kevin sighed and looked back at Harry. He spoke, sounding sorrowful.
"There were three of them, and basically I didn't a chance. I was never any good at magic at school anyway, that was James's area of expertise, as for me, I would rather hit someone in a fight rather them use a wand. But I didn't think at the time, I just wanted them dead. Vampires are strong, fast and powerful, as Sam inadvertently proved against the Deatheaters, as well as dangerous, and they had drained my blood and was dead before I even had a chance to swing a punch, at them."
"Dead?!" Harry breathed, not knowing how to phase the question he wanting to asked, but his uncle could see straight through him.
"What is it like to die?" Kevin answered, Harry nodded, feeling very cold. Kevin smiled and Harry frowned, not knowing what was funny. He sounded almost childlike again
"Dying is not that bigger deal as people make out to be, the only words I can used to describe it, is that it is like being born, only backwards!" He laugh.
"What?" Harry gasped complete confusion, as this was not what he expected as the answer to the question. Now his uncle was making no sense.
"Your not seriously?!" Harry asked, sarcastically.
"It is how James would have answered that question, and he know death just as well as me, and we both say the say the same on the subject!" Kevin smiled, his eyes sparkling. Harry jaw dropped.
"You've spoken to Dad!" Harry gasped.
"Of course I have, Harry, and neither James or Lily have changed much over the past fourteen years, but unfortunately, neither of them are Silverlight Guardians, as victims of the Avada Kedavra never get that chance."
"Why not?" Harry wondered.
"To tell you the truth, Harry, I have no idea, but it is the decision of the most eldest and wisest of us, who choose future Guardians, and to this day, they have never chosen anyone who has died at the hand of wand magic. I guess it isn't favourable." Harry didn't really understand this but decided to let it rest as Kevin signed and sat on back on the bed. Dawn was approaching dawn on the horizon.
"How is Mum and Dad?" Harry asked quietly. Kevin laughed again.
"Demanding regular updates on your progress, both night and day, since they realised I was now based at Hogwarts as I followed Sam here."
Harry frowned, "I haven't seen you about, before Voldamort's attack on the castle?"
"Oh yes, you have!" Kevin said. "But you may not have realised it was me. The first time I arrived at Hogwarts, since I was at school here, myself, I made about as much of an entrance as Sam did, with the vortex, with the whole bird attacking Hedwig, me attack bird thing, especially when my owl instincts had got the hots for her."
Harry laughed, he remembered, clearly, the incident in the Great Hall.
"That was you! Your Arcomedies!"
"Yep!" Kevin grinned inanely, "When was at school, was really bad at magic, worse then, your friend, Neville. But James was determined to teach me something worthwhile, so then he, Serius, Peter did the whole Animagus thing, I learned along side them and turn into that great gray owl, who Sam, knowing it was me, affectionately named Arcomedies, the most coolest of all the animals to turn into, to fly on your own wings is far better then on a broomstick and one day I will carry on the Potter tradition and teach you one day, like I taught Sam." Harry was both shock and honoured at this and nodded in return but the mention of Sam, reminded him of something.
"How is Sam?" He asked. His uncle sighed, rather coldly.
"Feasting the forest on what ever she can get her hands on, at the moment. I managed to bring to her senses and persuaded her on to feast on the students in the school but to head to the forest, knowing that she will never be allowed anywhere near the Hogwarts again. But you know, the person I feel the most sorry for is Bill Weasley, he really loved Sam, but vampire or not, I know my daughter, she wouldn't have never told him the truth, if there a slight chance of keeping that love alive, forever living the secret. I just don't how that guy is going to it, badly I suppose. But I don't think it is a bad as Dumbledore or McGonagall are taking it."
"Why?" Harry managed to ask, struggling to take in all the information.
"Because Dumbledore and McGonagall have seen two dead people walk this earth, of whose funeral burials they attended. That again was James's doing, my funeral was genuine, but Sam's was faked, as she was a new born vampire at this point and staying in secret at your house..."
"Which was how she ended up witnessing the attack on my parents, getting that scar!..." Harry stammered across his uncle, as everything was beginning to fit into place for the first time. Kevin nodded.
"And surviving!" Kevin finished the sentence for Harry. "Yes, vampires are one of the few creatures on this earth, the repeatedly survive wand curses such as the Avada Kedavra. Because she was hit by the Avada Kedavra, at such a short time after being turned, at such a young age, the combined effect turned her into a daywalker, a vampire who can walk in safety under the light of the sun, portraying her almost..." Kevin let the sentence hang for a few moments.
"Human!" Harry finished it, realising what he meant, that a part of Sam was still human, and that he shouldn't give up hope for her.
"She not evil!" Harry said, Kevin nodded in agreement, just as movement could be heard outside the hospital doors, as a few people were gathering outside. Kevin got to his feet, this was his que to leave and Harry knew it, but he still didn't him to go. Harry was upset at this.
"Look, Sam and I will always be watching over you, in some form that you will reconise and if you in any trouble, one of us will find you!"
"You promise!" Harry pleaded, as Kevin walked across to Harry and hugged him. Kevin was the closed this Harry had ever had to a father and didn't want to let go, just in case he lost him again.
"You have my solum promise, Harry!" And with a blinding flash of slivery light, his uncle was gone.
"Uncle Kevin!" Harry called to the empty hospital wing but with no answer.
"Who's Uncle Kevin?" A cocky voice came from behind Harry, who swung round to see Ron and Herimone standing there, both of them smiling.
"What are you doing here?" Harry said surprised to see them
"Madam Promphey said we could and check if you were awake!" Herimone in a soft voice, delighted to see his in one piece.
"Well, come on!" Ron continued, "Who is he?" Ron was being his usual self but was also glad that Harry was going to recover. Harry signed, there was one thing left to do.
"I'll do you a deal, I will tell you if there is no longer anymore more secrets between us, I'm fed up of not telling you guys the whole truth, and look where it got me!" Harry was admitting that he needed there help if he was going to survive at Hogwarts. He held out his hand.
"Deal?" He asked. Ron looked at the hand for a moment and took it without hesitation.
"Deal!" He said with a strong voice, a smile on his face. Then he looked round, "Herimone?"
Herimone look up and down the hospital wing, thinking, it was empty, with the sun blazing in through the windows in long stripes on the cold stone floor. After a moment, she looked back at Harry, and sat on the bed and placed her hand on top of Harry's and Ron's.
"Deal!" She said and hugged Harry. Harry was taken aback.
"Herimone, I'm fine!" He said, grinning.
"So who is Kevin then?" Ron asked again, eager to hear the answer. Harry laughed.
"Sit down, it's a very long story!" He said, and Harry spent the rest of the day lying in bed in the hospital wing, eating sweets, telling Ron and Herimone everything, literally. Such as what Sam had said happened to his parents, the night they died, who and what is uncle Kevin was, what his had said that morning, his account of what happened when Voldamort attacked the castle, and a lot of his thoughts and feelings. When he had finished, long after dusk, Harry asked Ron after Bill. Ron looked disheartened.
"He's gone!" He answered. Harry gasped.
"Gone! Where?"
"He didn't say and no one knows, members of the Order of the Phoenix are out looking for him!" Ron replied. But Harry knew exactly where he had gone. Bill had gone to do the only thing that seemed to made any sense, to kill his betrayer.
"But Sam's not evil, and if she was she would have already have killed Bill before now!" Harry said and Ron looked at him.
"I believe you, but it is convincing Bill of that will be a problem. Have you spoken to Sam since the attack on the school?" Harry shock his head, disheartened.
"No, I haven't seen her and to tell you the truth, I don't think I will again for a while. But she is my family, as strange as it is, and I have a gut feeling that she will always be watching my back, and will be there when I need her."
Both Ron and Herimone agreed with this before departing for the night, leaving Harry feeling for the first time that his life was whole again, like it meant something, like it made sense, and got the best night's sleep, that night then he had had all year.