ARGH I am so mad! This is the third time I had to type this stupid chapter up, I HATE MY COMPUTER! Ok sorry, but I am annoyed. More importantly I forgot the disclaimer on my last chap so if I ever forget one again, this is the one to view:

Disclaimer: Yes I own everything including HARRY POTTER! MUAHAHAHA [lightning bolt comes down and burns HouseholicMD to a crisp I guess not…stupid gods [gets struck again

Alright here is the pairing race right now

GinnyHarry-8

TonksHarry-7

HermioneHarry-3

Or something like that, I'm leaning heavily toward Tonks but then again its still a whiles off until I post a chapter that confirms anything and my opinion will change like a millions times before then. Ok I've rambled on enough! On to the story!

HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER

That night was an extremely busy one, the order members kept popping in and out. They all came to apologize for thinking he was guilty followed by a round of celebratory drinks. At around 11pm, Remus Lupin and Alastor Moody were the first to drop in, they were drinking lots of Fire Whiskey and singing songs that Harry was not familiar with. In the future Harry was a drinker, he could hold his liquor and was quite proud of it, Hermione and Ron on the other hand, usually passed out after the 6th shot but as Harry thought about it, there was really nothing to sing about, just to drink the miseries of the world away. A sigh escaped his lips as he thought about what was to come.

At about midnight, it was many of the Hogwarts teachers that came in, the ones that were in the order or were his teachers during his time at Hogwarts. All of them were apologizing for their judgement and some of them were even crying about how they had thought that Sirius could betray his own best friend and brother. Harry sat on the stairs near by to listen to the chatter as his hand knocked down fingers every time he heard a familiar voice,

"Flitwick, Sprout, Hagrid, Snape and," he inhaled sharply as a smile crept onto his face. "Professor McGonagall." She was one of the few people that survived until the end, or to what Harry called 'the last battle.' She had taught him well, and one of these peculiar lessons involved animagus training, that was one of many things Harry was truly grateful for from her. It was because of her that they had won the war although in the end, Harry had considered it a tremendous loss. He closed his eyes briefly as his last memory of her came flooding back like a river, it was one Harry wished to never, ever relive.

/Flash Back/

Harry was dancing around the curses that were flung at him; he threw up shields and matched each curse for curse. He then strung together 12 or 13 curses as he launched them all in different directions. His hand wiped the sweat from his brow as the 10 death eaters around him fell simultaneously to the ground with an inelegant 'thud.' The breath he held was let out, those were probably the 100th or so death eaters he had taken out tonight. This was not practice duel any more, those weren't animated dummies that fell to the ground, they were once alive just like he is. Voldemort had slowly been taking over the wizarding world ever since his return to his body, as his riches and knowledge increased, his army had grown considerably in size but somehow Harry and the light side had managed to keep their numbers down. 'Stupid money and power hungry creatures,' thought Harry as he killed a nearby vampire with a golden sun charm. He was tired, he had taken out most of the top death eaters early on and those battles had drained him, "Please let me have some potions left," he muttered as he wearily looked down at his bracelet. 'Shit,' the potion stones were practically empty, he was running low, dangerously low on everything he had. He wouldn't be able to heal anymore wounds. He gripped his wand tightly since he now knew that was all he had to depend on, that was what protected him from certain death. He took a breath to let his body have a short break because the fighting would continue at any moment.

Those once innocent green eyes were alert but they wandered to every battle that was being fought quite a distance away, they particularly landed on someone he had come to respect a lot over the past several years, his former transfiguration teacher and Hogwart's present headmistress, Minerva McGonagall. He watched with pride as she gracefully dodged the death eaters' incoming curses, their faces were contorted in frustration as another one of them fell to the headmistress. Within seconds Harry's smile fell as he saw what was coming, a large troll, one that rivalled giant's height at 12 or meters had caught a glimpse of the death eaters failing and charged toward Minerva, Harry ran as fast as his legs would carry him but the troll was faster leaping toward the scene. This troll was not stupid like many of their kind were. Voldemort had chosen only the best of the best for his army, he wouldn't settle for anything less, each race had been slaughtered by the thousands just so Voldemort could find the best to add to his 'collection'. Horror and anger filled Harry's features as the death eaters smirked and backed away watching Minerva step back and throw curses at the troll. They just rebound harmlessly off the thick skin.

'Those bastards! They know no one can take on that size of a troll alone!' He watched and ran as the troll lifted its massive club over its head, McGonagall threw hexes hoping to at least slow the creature down until Harry had arrived, she had seen him running from the corner of her eye. For Harry, it all passed in slow motion as the troll swung the massive club hitting her straight on, her body flew through the air like a rag doll and hit the ground with a deafening crack. Harry's anger boiled, in his anguish he yelled, and the ground below shook violently. Harry had called upon the elements; many of those who had seen Harry use this ability against them in battle never again saw the light of day. The earth parted, sending those who had left the battle with Minerva falling toward the fiery pits of lava below. Moments later a massive molten lava hand emerged and grabbed the troll, it was innerving as the troll let out a very human like scream as his body was covered in severe burns. With a wave of his own hand, the hand retreated into the fissure with the troll in grasp; the crack closed leaving their painful deaths to the imagination.

Harry did not notice that all battles stopped momentarily as he had opened the ground. The chaos ensued as he fell to the ground beside his teacher to find her still breathing and alert. "Harry," she whispered, her eyes were already fading, "Help your friends, they are the ones that need to live!" her voice held sternness, but to Harry, it was only a shadow of her usual self. She took a breath to only cough up blood a moment later. "My life has been long, I have seen happiness, your friends and you are the ones that need to see the sun again."

"Please stop speaking Minerva, just for a moment," he begged her as he used a diagnostic spell, the damage was worse than he imagined and much to his horror, he had found that some of the curses that actually did hit her would prevent healing spells from working He let her head rest on her lap as he tried to heal her injures hoping that some kind of miracle would occur, "Episky Maximus."

"Harry don't waste your time on me," she said as she struggled to turn her head, her eyes were staring in the distance. Harry looked up to see Ron approaching with no arm below his left elbow; his right hand carried the blood drenched arm.

"Ron, over here!" the panic was beginning to set into his voice. Ron nodded and stumbled over to Harry, the blood loss was getting bad. Harry watch as his best mate struggled to get to him, Harry was scared now, he had fought so many battles and he was more terrified than ever before. Suddenly, a slicing spell came out of no where, and it was headed right toward Ron. Harry cast a wandless shield hoping that even in his weakened state; the shield would be enough to at least rebound the dark spell. The two met in mid air, for a second Harry had thought it worked but then, the dark spell ripped the shield to nothing. Ron never saw it coming, Harry's scream never left his mouth as he watched as his best friend's head rolled off his body and collapsed in a heap on the ground. Now Harry had lost his best friend and his closest teacher was dying in his arms and he couldn't do anything about it. His blood ran cold and his ears filled with heartless laughter.

"Look where you are now Potter!" The laugh just mocked him to no end, out of the shadows came Voldemort, a deadly grin lodged on his face. No wonder his shield didn't block it, Voldemort looked like he had come out to play, there wasn't a single scratch on him.

"YOU!" Harry hissed, his anger and hate boiled over the cauldron edge. It was him; he had taken away his parents, his closest friends, ruined almost every year of school and destroyed his innocence at such a young age. If it wasn't for him, Harry would be happy with parents and family that loved him dearly. It was because of his followers that he had lost almost everyone dear to him.

"Harry," Minerva whispered, Harry had almost forgotten she was there, "Take the rest of my life energy, let it revive you so you can fulfil your destiny and defeat the man that lies before us." Harry opened his mouth but before he could say anything, "This is not a time to refuse, just accept it and remember me in a better future." She smiled at him as she cast a non-verbal spell, they were both shrouded in a blue light, her sparkling green eyes began to fade at an alarming rate. Voldemort stood by and watched the transaction with bitterness in his eyes, something that Harry never understood.

"Thank you Harry, you have done more than anyone ever expected of you, watch over the new Hogwarts students and love and care for them just as I have come to care for you. Farewell Harry, my son, and good luck."

Her eyes closed and her breathing stopped, Harry knew she was gone. Harry gently placed McGonagall's body on the ground and stood up to his full height; no longer did he fear death. He had something to fight for and if it was destiny's choice for him to lose, "So be it," he said loudly. He looked up as emerald eyes met crimson. It was time to fulfil the prophecy, to get his revenge and to listen to those who had passed on, it was now or never, it was time to face Voldemort.

/End of Flashback/

Harry opened his eyes to find them blurred with tears, his hand brushed them away quickly and he put a smile on as he tip-toed down the stairs pretending to be curious as any 10-year should be. In reality he was seeing everyone who was dead in the future. He strolled into the kitchen and passed several people as he opened up the fridge and got some milk. There were many adults at the table, they all seemed to be focused and quiet for the moment being. They had gotten considerably louder as the night progressed. The only two sober ones appeared to be Snape and McGonagall who sat in the opposite corner, Harry had felt their eyes on him ever since he walked into the kitchen. He took his time and then finally turned around and spoke,

"Good Morning Professors McGonagall and Snape," he said kindly, he didn't even bother to introduce himself to the others since they were too engrossed in a game of exploding snap. He had also hoped to get off on the right foot with Snape this time; he had proved to be quite the ally before he was killed. The two professors looked at each other questioningly before they answered,

"Ah, young Harry, shouldn't you be in bed?" asked Minerva.

"Oh, you try sleeping with a bunch of intoxicated adults playing exploding snap," mocked Harry and the two professors, much to Harry's surprise, laughed.

"We apologize for their behaviour, it is rather a celebration," Snape sneered as he looked at Harry. Harry saw what was going through his mind; he was fighting to see if he was Lily's child or James'. The table in front of them roared in laughter before it quieted down again.

"Yes Severus, no matter what you think, it IS a celebration."

"And you two are not in on it because?" asked Harry raising an eyebrow.

"Someone has to be logical, how would everyone get home in the morning? Or would you prefer to have a litter of drunken adults in your living room?" huffed Minerva.

"She means it is our turn to be the escorts, you know as well as I Minerva, we both want to be in on the fun," chuckled Snape, as he leaned forward toward Harry. "Just between you and me, she can hold her liquor despite her size, drink early kid because I want to see someone out drink her before my life ends." Harry chuckled, he had already out drunk her once but it wasn't easy, he was barely standing after the challenge.

"Severus," her cheeks had gained a bit of red colouring. "He does not need to know about his future professors."

"I'll try sir," he said as he felt Snape probe his mind lightly, he threw up some scenes from the Dursleys and felt the probe disappear. 'Interesting,' thought Harry.

He smiled at the two professors, "I think I'll head back to my room, Good night," he bowed lightly shocking both of the people sitting before him. He scurried out of the room but instead of heading back upstairs, he quitely slipped into the room with Godric, Rowena and Flaza's perch.

Meanwhile back in the Kitchen

Two professors were discussing a young raven haired boy.

"He is quite polite for his age," admitted Snape, "but that can always change, he could always become his father," spat Snape.

"Severus, you must learn children are not their parents, you must not blame the boy for his father's actions. Also he is much more like Lily in his personality and his eyes, they are identical to hers." Snape flinched slightly.

"But how did he know us?" he said diverting the conversation away from Lily. "That is the question to be asked… but from what Sirius said earlier, the boy is quite the book worm," muttered McGonagall. "He's probably a Ravenclaw in the making," she sighed, she had hoped for another Gryffindor Potter.

"You always had a soft spot for those trouble makers, hoping for another one? Well, in my opinion you will get him, he just walked into a room full of strangers and began talking to them. It doesn't matter if you read about them in books, they are still strangers,"

"But did you see his eyes?" asked Minerva again.

"What do they have to do with what house he is going to be in? That fact they were green is important? Is he now going to be a Slytherin?" he chuckled at the other teacher who he thought had finally lost it, Potters were never Slytherins.

"No, no such thing, they were mature, too mature to be a 10 year old. No, I don't think it matters that he is Harry Potter, I think he hides more than he shows. Those eyes are like a soldier's after he has returned from war, I do know that look Severus, so many around me had it during the Grindelwald war…" she trailed off. Severus looked at her curiously as he agreed with her for the most part except he didn't really know about the eyes. He saw what his mind held but surely that could not cause a child to be so… war like. He sympathized slightly with the child for he was raised much like that; the beatings were constant in his youth. Normally he would be very cruel to a child; especially the offspring of his enemy but something was just…off. 'Maybe, just maybe, the Potter child isn't his father,' thought Snape behind a mask of indifference.

McGonagall looked at him and paused, waiting for some kind of retort, but to her surprise, it never came. Maybe Snape agreed there was something unusual about the boy. McGonagall sighed as the two pushed all those questions aside; hopefully they would get an answer when he came to Hogwarts the following year.

Back in the Secret Room

Harry entered the room, it was a rather small room painted gold and blue, in the opposite corner was Flaza's perch, the one she could not get to before he had opened up the house. But Harry was not interested in the colour of the room or the perch, his attention was turned toward the two blank paintings on the wall. Harry had learned that the paintings went blank when the last descendent who knew about them had passed on. Harry had thought that it was his father but he wasn't completely sure. He stood in front of the two paintings and smiled knowing exactly what to do, the first time was a little more difficult but eventually he had figured it out. He then spoke in a loud clear voice:

"I, Harry James Potter, solemnly swear I am a Potter by blood, the only heir of James Markus Potter and the last of Rowena's and Godric's blood." Well that was one reason Harry thought his father knew about it because the saying was very similar to the marauder's map. A voice came out of no where but Harry was not frightened at all, "What form does your animagus take?"

"I have four forms, one representing each of the great houses of Hogwarts," once Harry had completed his animagus training, he learned that the parseltongue gift was his own, not something he had received from Voldemort. It was his snake animagus that had allowed him to converse with serpents. The voice seemed to accept the answer as the only indication was the paintings. They had begun to stir; the colours began to form a picture until there was a man in one and a woman in the other. They had slowly become more vivid until the man's eyes began to flutter open. They opened with some difficultly as if he had been hit on the head with something very heavy. The woman, on the other hand, had come to quite quickly and was now beaming at the child before her. After a moment, the man's eyes came into focus and there was now a smile playing at his lips.

"Ah, young Harry! I haven't seen you since your father brought you in here almost 9 years ago, you look just like your father, except those eyes, they definitely aren't a Potter's, I would remember such vivid eyes. I am Godric Gryffindor at your service," ended Godric. "And I am Rowena Ravernclaw-Gryffindor," said the woman very soothingly reminding Harry of what a shock he got when he first found out that he was the heir of two Hogwart's founders. Her voice had managed to calm him down within minutes. Harry smiled sweetly, thinking this would be a rather appropriate time to bring in Flaza, he called out to her and within moments she appeared in a spectacular silver flame and landed on the nearby bronze perch.

This caused Godric to frown and Rowena to look puzzled, Flaza had picked the worst possible time to come in but that made them both think. She never came into that room unless either of them called her. He turned to his wife who just shook her head.

"No need to be so confused Godric," Harry chuckled, "Flaza has been mine for some time now." With that he launched into his life story, for him it had been a huge burden to take off his shoulders, even if he was only taking to portraits. He told them about his life before Hogwarts, how he found out he was a wizard, a year by year retelling of his Hogwart's adventures and up to the moments just before he transported his soul back 9 years. It was about three in the morning after everything was explained, Harry had talked for almost 3 straight hours and for the first time he saw Godric speechless. Rowena smiled weakly at him, she felt for the boy and everything he had to live through.

"Well, since you got to the point, I believe we should help you more than we did last time, I, Godric Gryffindor, present to you the ring of the elementals." Harry's eyes widened to the size of orbs as a ancient chest appeared from the shadows. It was a dark mahogany brown and there were scenes of battles engraved into the panels. There were also the four animals of Hogwarts engraved on the lid. Harry knew that this chest itself did not just hold the ring, for it was far too big for such a small item. He unlocked the chest with Godric's instructions despite the fact that Rowena had been the one that enchanted it. He lifted the lid with a lot of effort to find his eyes resting on many treasures. There were many things he was able to put names to; Merlin's staff, King Arthur's sword Excalibur, the Amulet of Angelona, an elfish amulet that possessed amazing healing power, but the thing that intrigued him most was atrum messor, the legendary resurrection sword. Rumours had it that it was a sword that death himself once carried until it fell from the heavens. It could bring back the dead, something no other magic could do. Harry thought bitterly why Godric had not given this to him before, he could have saved everyone, he could have won without having to start again. He took out his anger on the near by wall as he punched it, leaving a gapping crater. "Why? Godric, why?" he whispered as tears fell down his cheeks, the second time he was crying in one night.

Godric looked at him sadly, "Harry, I had my reasons, people have lost most of the information on this sword, it's very tragic to the one who wields it."

"How is that possible? It is a sword of light, one that will banish death!"

"It isn't that simple, Harry, it is a reaper sword. Once you take it, you become apart of death itself, you may revive people but for every person you bring back, one must take its place. If you do not fulfil that task, your own soul will slowly be ripped apart, piece by piece until death has claimed you for himself." He sighed; he would have willingly sacrificed himself to save all those other lives. He slipped on the gold elements ring and instantly felt a connection that fed his magic. He carefully inspected the ring before finally smiling; maybe this would be one piece that would make a difference this time.

"Thank you Godric," he sighed, the weariness evident in his voice, "I believe I should head to bed before Sirius realizes that I am absent, although, I do believe that won't be till morning." Godric nodded and so did Rowena who had stayed quiet for most of the affair. He left the room closing the door quietly; he had a lot of information to digest. Glancing at the clock he realized how much time had passed, it was now almost 4am! Even if the adults were still loud down stairs, he could probably fall asleep now. He went up the stairs to catch a glimpse of Snape and McGonagall, both looking every sour now, it was only so long you could stay awake without being cranky. Harry watched as Minerva summoned some coffee for herself and her sober companion who scowled while muttering something. Harry thought he said, "Potions work better," and Minerva's answer just confirmed it. "It tastes better, sugar?" she asked as he hand him the cup.

Harry went up the stairs dragging his feet, he entered his room and as soon as his head hit the pillow, his head was plagued with questions and past occurrences. It wasn't a pleasant night but then again when was it without magical potions? Much to his luck he had managed to get at least several hours of sleep.

HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER

There you go! My longest chapter yet ;D. Some of the things mentioned in this chapter will play a large roll later on so don't forget about them. The last bit was a bit rushed so if you see any errors that I missed please tell me and I will try to correct them. This is NOT a SSMM, they are just FRIENDS, I just had to clear that up. I hope to post another chapter soon but I have a lot of stuff coming up in school so don't expect too much. And finally, please review!

HouseholicMD

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