It felt like only seconds ago; Harry was standing with his friends at Kings Cross while they "talked" with the Dursleys.
Now back at 4 Privet Drive. Harry left to bring in his trunk that he had featherweight charmed by Professor Flitwick while leaving and Hedwig's cage. She
was flying back and told to wait until night to return as that pleased both her and his relatives. Hurrying to his bedroom, where he sat looking at nothing.
Still unable to acknowledge Sirius' death, Harry dealt with it the only way he could, given the circumstances. Denial, he just did not think of Sirius
with the entire jumble of thoughts currently in his mind.
Harry was startled out of his thoughts by a loud shout from his uncle, "Boy, down here now!"
He half-heartedly answered, "Yes Uncle Vernon."
Slowly going down, he found the Dursleys' sitting in the living room waiting for him, his uncle looked like he would blow an artery from the color showing
on his face. "So you think you can tell those freaks we were mistreating you and get away with it do you?"
Harry answered calmly, "I didn't tell anyone about how I live here, Uncle. They just assumed on their own."
"And what do you expect to happen now, boy?"
"The normal ignore I even exist but with a few slight changes. I will still do all the indoor chores as normal. The outdoor ones however I will do only
if you pay me 5 pounds a day and an extra portion of food. On the other hand, we can forget about the payment if Dudley does as much work as I do. I'll
continue to help with all meals, but breakfast will be the only meal I'll eat with you all others I won't."
At the mention of chores, Dudley gave a pitiful whimper and said, "Mummy, I won't have to do chores, will I?"
"Of course not duddykums, he'll still have to do them all if he wants any food." While giving Harry a withering glare that did not even faze him.
"Perhaps you don't understand Aunt Petunia; I fully expect my payment before I touch a single thing. Otherwise I'll have to contact my friends about mistreatment,
right?"
Vernon face was almost bordering on purple, but at the mention of Harry's friends, it paled. "Alright boy, I'll accept your deal and see where this leads,
however note that if the assigned work isn't perfect. You will be grounded for weeks to come; even your kind won't be able to save you from that."
Harry, knowing Dumbledore will not send him aid unless Harry sent them his blood in a letter, answered truthfully, "Yes Uncle Vernon."
"Now go to your room, boy."
Harry felt quite pleased with the way he handled his relatives. They expected him to be angry and force him to submission like every other time he could
remember. By being calm, he threw them off balance and got them to submit to his demands without much resistance.
He decidedto unpack a little to settle in, however when he opened his trunk, all thoughts of unpacking left. The strange box that the lady in the Room Of
Requirement gave him was sitting full size on top of his clothes.
He stared at the box blankly before picking it up, and moving over to Dudley's old desk. After scanning it for a while, Harry touched the crest on top,
which made a tingly feeling move up his arm, in a way that made him feel like he was being measured. After the tingle receded, it opened with a soft pop
to reveal a sealed letter; it had a crest the same as the box, except it was missing the lightening bolt in the middle. Removing the letter Harry noticed
the box looked shallower than it should be.
Opening the letter he notices it was written in a very elegant handwriting, it read:
To you Child who reads this
We give you our sympathy.
The greatest seer of all time, Morgana, has made a prophecy, the exact words we don't know, but in essence it tells about a hero, known as The Heir of Magic,
he is to be chosen as heir to the greatest of the magical races of all time not by blood, but because of his deeds.
This hero will be raised with all what bring darkness to the world, manipulated and betrayed by his most trusted. In addition, in the moment when the strongest
of wills would succumb to the darkness, he will stand tall and fight for his believes. It will be then that he begins the journey to claim his heritage,
comforted and mentored by Her. The prophecy did not tell us who this ' Her is, neither did it tell us when you will come to be.
Knowing that prophecies are told in front of those who will play into making them happen, we knew that we were to help you prepare for your destiny. Therefore,
we made this box for you and a ritual to deliver it to the Goddess of Magic. We know it worked and the goddess gave it to your mentor since you are reading
this letter now.
Now to those races that have choose you as their heir, they are humans, elves, druids, goblins, werewolves, dwarfs, and others, just know that you earned
it by yourself not by your birthright. Be proud of yourself.
The prophecy says your mentor will have your mother's essence in her, and adopt you as her child. Train with and open up to her child.
For every part of your heritage you master go to Gringotts, the goblins have agreed to keep your heritage until you claim it.
We, child, are the founders of Hogwarts and Merlin. We request you to marry at least four wives to help keep our lines since our own children will not be
declared heirs.
Make sure you get married to at least two of them before you reach 17.
Helga Hufflebuff.
P.S. Work through the contents of the box until you meet your mentor.
Harry was beyond shocked by all this; did he just read what he thought he read? One look at the letter told him he did, but really, the leaders of all magical
races? It was insane.
Then it dawned on him how similar he and Riddle actually were, both lived lives full of darkness, but when it came to points that mattered, Riddle chose
to let the basilisk loose to kill the muggle born children while he got in and killed it.
Riddle chooses to wallow about his past while Harry chooses to look to the future for love and peace.
With these thoughts in mind Harry laid in bed and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, just when his dreams were about to take a bad turn. The
Lady who gave him the box appeared and began run her hand through his hair while singing a soothing song in low voice that turned his dreams in peaceful
ones. "Sleep well my child, you deserve it."
Harry woke with a peaceful feeling that he could not remember ever experiencing.
His dream last night made him feel strange, he dreamt of five female together with him lounging. Moreover, this had instilled a sense of peace and happiness
in his heart he had never felt to this level before. He had felt a similar feeling around Hermione and occasionally around Tonks. However, he did not know
what to call this feeling.
Shaking that thought for now, Harry started thinking about his mentor and he wondered how she could find it in her heart to carry another woman's essence,
let alone to help him. That reminded him that we needed to work thru the contents of the box while waiting his mentor. Glancing at the box, he remembered
it only had a letter yesterday. Harry was surprise when he lifted the lid to find another note along with about four books.
Note:
Child, to be ready for the arrival of your mentor, read the beginnings of these books.
Helga Hufflebuff
Harry was intrigued, looking at the book titles he found,
Manipulated, betrayed, and mistreated? Make your own life. By Salazar Slytherin
They think you are a fool, Sharpen your mind. By Rowena Ravenclaw.
Know thy enemy Rubbish, Unite with yourself first with the sacred art of mediation. By Helga Hufflebuff
The fighters book of fighting. Godric Gryffindor (1)
'Man these books are just what I need' Harry thought to himself, 'I'll write to Sirius to ...'
That thought alone release all the welled up grieve and guilt he had been suppressing. It all exploded and flooded to the front of his mind, leaving him
broken down on the ground crying loudly in anguish for all the lost in his life. So lost in his grief Harry did not notice the air shift around him, or
the woman watching at him, until she encircled him in her arms from the front. Not used to any kind of affection, he tensed up immediately and looked up
to see a warm set of green eyes and a sad smile. She spoke to him in calming voice "It's alright, child. Let it all out, it will help you find your peace."
Not needing any more invitation, Harry threw himself in her comforting embrace and cried with abandon, as she continued to rub his back, and spoke soothing
words until he calmed down and fell asleep in her arms. With little difficulty, she put him in bed and tucked him in. Hearing a noise, she turned to the
door to find a shocked and fearful Petunia standing in the doorway.
Petunia had gone up to the boy's room to demand he quiet his cries, to make sure not to wake her precious son and husband since they sleep in on Sundays.
Upon opening the door, she found what looked like an older version of her deceased sister calming the boy.
Only after the mystery woman had tucked in the boy and turned to her, did Petunia noticed that the only difference from her sister, was this woman had forest
green eyes instead of brilliant emerald that Lily had. The woman spoke four words before disappearing and these made her shake in fear "Leave my child
alone."