Harry looked from the parchment, across to Xenophilius then down at Luna that was still hugging him. A frown crossed his face, "Does anyone care to tell me what the hell is going on?"

Xenophilius looked up at him in shock, then said, "I think you better take a seat, this will take a while and most likely be quite shocking."

Harry nodded, then sat down opposite Xenophilius with Luna next to him, holding his hand.

"In a time before man came to this land, before even the High Elves ruled, there existed a people, a people that have long since descended into shadows. They were called the Hathure. It was because of the Hathure, the High Elves were so successful at magic, they were taught. The Hathure were so in tune with there magic that they unlocked the secret to immortality and eventually after years of research, managed to even ascend to completely different level of reality. There were those in the Hathure that decided not to ascend, gathering together and forming a city where they most felt comfertable in, a forest."

At this point, Harry started to make connections, but didn't say anything as Xenophilius continued, "There were some though, that decided to forgo there immortality and joining the High Elf society, they were welcomed with open arms, they bred into the bloodlines and so in time, once the High Elfs started to fade, and humans started to rise, the High Elf's started to breed with the Humans. Now, under normal circumstances, the blood would be so dilute at this stage that it would basically be be not there, however, because the the Hathure's magic affinity, the blood stayed strong, and as such, when the bloodlines crossed and the blood built up enough to have an effect on the person, people like Merlin to appear."

Harry thought for a moment, "So I'm taking a stab in the dark and guessing that the forest over their," he pointed with a thumb over his shoulder, "is the forest these Hathure settled in?"

Xenophilius beamed, then turned to Luna, "I thought he wasn't the brightest person in the world?"

Luna laughed, making Harry smile, "No, he just hides his intelligence well."

Harry blushed at the compliment but said, "and I'm also guessing that you are one of the Hathure left that didn't ascend?"

Luna beamed and Xenophilius asked, "and what brought you to that conclusion?"

"Well, the fact that you know about them, that and the language thing, but I still don't understand what this has to do with me." Confusion marred Harry's face.

"Your correct, I was there when we decided not to leave this plane of reality all those years ago." Xenophilius went to carry on but Harry interrupted him.

"And what of Luna?" He asked, unknowingly squeezing her hand as he said it, which brought a smile to her face.

"Well she is what is called a Second Generation, which means that she is the child of someone who witnessed the Splitting, her children would be called a Third Generation. She is a full blooded Hathure."

"Sorry, but I have to ask, how old are you?" He said, turning from Xenophilius to Luna.

"I'm going to be celebrate my 231st birthday next month. It seems strange because I look so young, but because of the effects of our increased magic, it slows down and eventually stops our aging, like Daddy said." Luna spoke, Harry nodded in understanding before turning to Xenophilius and gave him and expectant look.

"After the Splitting, a Prophecy was made by our leader, it said:-

The Heir to Hathure's magic will arise

And he shall lead us to the world

Greatness he will bring to those that follow him

Against the evil, the fake, the corrupt

The Heir to Hathure's magic will arise."

Harry groaned, and put his head in his hands, not another fucking Prophecy, he already hand one over his head. A sudden thought ran through his head, 'Power the Dark Lord Knows not'? He was damned sure that Voldemort didn't know of the Hathure. Maybe this wasn't as bad as he thought.

Harry nodded, "And I'm this 'Heir to Hathure's magic'? Correct?"

Xenophilius nodded, "Yes, I'm guess that you must have had a lot of Hathure ancestors in the past, and the Hathure blood has built up to the point where it cannot only manifest itself, but change you physically so that you will be more effective at channeling our magic."

"So what does this all mean? What happens now?" Harry asked.

"Well, you must first undertake the Rite of Inheritance, this will allow you to use our magic as well as show you true features." Xenophilius said, at Harry's confused expression he said, "Look."

He closed his eyes and suddenly he started to change, not unlike Tonk's when she changed he face. Xenophilius's hair turned completely white, his skin paled to the point it almost glowed and his eyes, they seemed to actually glowing with the volume of power that was almost pouring of the man. Harry sat their in shock for a second before Luna started speaking.

"Each Hathure's appearance is unique, this is because the appearance reflects what branch of magic that the person is best at. White is indicative of people that have the capacity to be great in what is known as the Higher magics, these include magics that would be classed as 'light' in the wizarding world," Harry opened his mouth but Luna knowing what he was going to say, beat him too it, "Don't worry, we Hathure, don't believe in 'Light' an 'Dark', to us, magic is magic and intent is intent. It is not the magic that is good or evil, it is the intent that he behind the magic that is good or evil. That is what made us Hathure so powerful, we achieved the balance that is needed to perfect magic, without Light, there can be no Darkness, without the Darkness, there can be no Light. It is two part of a whole. But I digress,"

Harry's mouth was hung open in shock, what Luna had said made so much sense it was scary, he shook himself out of it as she carried on, "Black is the opposite of white, these are known as the Battle magics, Red is blood magics, blue is mind magics and green is what is called Legendary Magics. These are a class of magics that even the Hathure have a hard time mastering, with few even getting close. This class of spells are unique in that there are no incantations or wand movements, they are purely intent based."

Harry nodded his understanding and said, "When will I do this Rite of Inheritance?"

Xenophilius looked out of the kitchen window, "it's getting late, We'll go to the city tomorrow, but for now you can sleep, I'm sorry but you'll have to share Luna's room with her. As theirs no other rooms available."

A/N: sorry for the long wait, tried my best but i'm struggling with it, my muse has come back with a vengence and keeps giving me ideas for other stories.