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A/N: Sorry I haven't written in a while. I'm not as much as a recluse anymore, not that I'm much of a social butterfly either. But I have actually obtained some semblance of a life. Never fear though, I will continue to write. Can't help it.

The Chosen Eight

Chapter Four

The Choosing - Lord Gryffindor

When Harry lay down to sleep that night, all that he had been told kept running through his head. He tried closing his eyes, but it was no use. He could not sleep. He opened his eyes and shot straight up. He was no longer in his room at Grimmauld Place. He couldn't be sure, but it appeared that he was back at Alabaster Castle.

"I'm sure you are confused, Harry."

His head whipped towards the doorway where the voice had come from. Standing there was a man who appeared to be in his forties. His hair was a reddish-gold and his eyes were the brightest blue Harry had ever seen. He was tall in stature with power radiating from him. He would have been intimidating if not for the immediate sense that this was a man that could be trusted.

"Who are you? How did I get here? Where is here? Why am I here? What happened?" Harry shot out in a stream.

"My, my, you are a inquisitive one, aren't you?" the man replied with a chuckle. "I am your ancestor, Harry, Godric Gyffindor, and you are, of course, at Alabaster Castle, as I am sure you suspected. Now, as for the other questions, well, those answers will be a little more difficult to take in, I imagine. So why don't you get dressed and meet me in the library."

Harry watched him turn and leave in shock. Difficult to take in? What could be more difficult to take in than the fact that he had apparently just been thrown back in time to meet his ancestor, who happened to be one of the Founders of Hogwarts?

Figuring things couldn't get much stranger, Harry decided to do as he was told. He went towards the wardrobe that was on the other side of the room and opened it. Inside was the most expensive-looking collection of robes he had ever seen, much less thought about wearing. Some were obviously more formal and some geared towards combat. Harry took out one of the less elaborate ones. It was a rich red silk with gold trimming. The thought of wearing such a robe was somewhat daunting, considering it must have cost more than the entire Weasley family fortune, but he put it on as he was told to get dressed and he certainly didn't want to meet with Godric Gryffindor in his pajamas.

After getting dressed, and desperately trying to make his hair a little less wild, he went down to meet Gryffindor. He found his way to the library with little trouble, seeming to instinctively know the way.

"Ah, Harry, there you are," Godric said, looking up from where he sat. "Please, have a seat."

Harry did as he was told and Godric began.

"I know you are dying to know why you are here. The truth is, my boy, that I am making you my Heir, or one of them, at least."

Harry was stunned. "Your…Heir?"

Godric smiled. "Don't look so surprised. You are the personification of everything a Gryffindor should be. I have no doubt that you will be the one to succeed where others have failed. That is why you are here. We don't bring just anyone here. In fact, we haven't brought anyone here since our deaths."
"We?"

"The other Founders and I. We never felt the need to train any of our previous heirs. We bestowed them with their powers and they used them as best as they could, but we didn't train them. They didn't need it, or wouldn't accept it if we had offered. You are one of the youngest ever chosen. Previously, that position was held by your father and his friends, and they almost succeeded."

"If you're going to train me, does that me I have to stay here…?" Harry asked uncertainly, wondering how he would explain that one to his friends and family.

"You'll be staying here for a year." Seeing the look of horror on Harry's face, he laughed. "Don't worry, my boy, you'll be returned to the same night you came from. No one will even notice. And I'll teach you a glamour that will wear off gradually so that you can explain your change in appearance."

Taking on a serious expression, Godric looked hard at Harry. "You are going to have to take this seriously. I'm afraid you are going to have a lot of responsibility thrust upon you. You are going to be the High Lord of the Eight. You will have to be able to handle that."

"The Eight? Who are they?"

"They are you and the other Heirs that are being chosen. You are going to have to unite to save the world from the Darkness and rule over the wizarding world to ensure peace."

"Rule? Me?" Harry said with a frightened expression.

"Don't worry, when the time comes, you'll be ready."

"Who are the others?"

Godric looked at him with a smile. "You are going to have to figure that one out on your own. But don't worry so much. It won't be too hard to figure out. Now, we have work to do."

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Harry looked around the room he had just appeared in. The last night he had gone to bed in this room seemed like a lifetime ago. Now he faced the task of walking out of it in the morning and pretending nothing happened. After all, it wasn't the time to reveal anything yet. They had to unite first and then the real work would begin.

Tbc…

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