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A/N: SORRY!! I was totally busy these last two weeks; I think that's how long its been. Anyway; this one doesn't follow the first movie or book; sorta just changed the names really lol. Anway, thanks to those that reviewed and sorry if I didn't reply; can't remember if I did or not. Anyway; hope ya like this chapter. It's not as long because I couldn't exactly think of what to write. This is more just a filler chapter.
Enjoy!
This chapter is reposted; I changed ONE word.
Six: Hogwarts; A History
Albus Dumbledore scowled fiercely as he stared at the headline of the Prophet. It wasn't anything interesting; he was scowling because of the Slytherin's. Harry was alive. All his plans were beginning to fall apart. He still had Severus, though; his spy was still his. Even though those under the Dark Lord's influence were lying low, he still got information every once in a while from rebels that wanted to move forward quicker.
Sirius was another problem. He couldn't find him anywhere. The Dursley's didn't know where he went and he didn't know where Lily was; if the two were together, that would cause a problem.
He stood up and headed down to join the school for breakfast.
Ginny was shaking as she took the red envelope from the Weasley owl. Hermione and Pansy Parkinson were on either side of her with Harry, Draco and Blaise Zabini across. All five of them were staring at the letter in anger.
"Ginny, just remember that no matter what that letter says, you'll always have us." Hermione said with the others nodding along with her.
Ginny smiled. "Thanks guys." She said and tore open the seal.
"GINERVA WEASLEY!" Molly's voice boomed around the great hall, silencing all conversation as people turned to look at her. "YOU HAVE DISGRACED OUR FAMILY FOR THE LAST TIME."
Molly's voice disappeared to be replaced by Arthur's. "I, Arthur Fredrick Weasley, hereby disown Ginerva Ilene Weasley from the Ancient and Noble House of Weasley. On this day, so mote it be."
One lone tear slid from her blue eyes as she watched the red envelope tear itself up. At the Gryffindor table, Jared and Ron smirked.
Hermione hugged the girl, and whispered into her ear. "How would you like to become a Stone?"
Ginny turned to her and smiled upon seeing the sincerity in her eyes.
Draco turned to Harry and raised an eyebrow.
Harry leant closer. "She'll become a Stone." He whispered. "You can't; not yet."
Draco just smirked, knowing full well the reason. The veela genes he inherited from his father indicated to Harry as well.
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Her long black hair swirled around her in the wind, as she stood on the cliff. She was wearing a white gown with her hands clasped together in front of her. Below her was a river of blood, dead bodies scattered on the ground. There was one lone survivor and he stood staring around the battlefield in horror. He was about fourteen years old and held a staff in his right hand. His blue eyes were bright and wide, looking from body to body.
"Thy blood that was shed, will this ever end? Thy river that flows, so vastly so. Night and day; thy go hand in hand. Dark and light; thy face thy enemy." The boy muttered. "Crimson of thy death, you follow thy fight. One day, thou shall see, dark and light; thy go hand in hand."
She smiled as she watched him turn and walk away, his wounds healing as he disappeared. "Thy night, thy day and thy blood; you shall all be granted one. Thou shall stand strong and united and night and day shall forever be hand in hand." She turned and walked away, the souls of the dead following her into the dark abyss.
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"Welcome to your first flying lesson." Madam Hooch said as she finished pulling her gloves on. "Well; what are you waiting for? Step up to the right side of your broom, place your hand over your broom stick and say 'up'."
The six Slytherin's stepped up and as soon as they placed their hands over their brooms, they shot into their hands.
"Wicked." Harry grinned over at Draco who smirked back.
"Now, mount your brooms." Hooch said, waiting for everyone to do so. "When I blow my whistle, I want you to push off from the ground, hover for a moment, then lean forward and touch back down. Ready, three, two, one." The whistle blew, causing a Gryffindor named Neville Longbottom, to start floating into the air, slowly.
"Mr. Longbottom, come down this instant!"
The broom had other ideas, and soon Neville was zooming around the court yard. A few moments later, he fell to the ground as his broom flew off into the distance, landing on his arm. Hooch and Neville disappeared a moment later, with a threat of expulsion hanging in the air.
"Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he would've remembered to fall on his fast arse." Theodore Nott sneered, twirling the remembral in his hand.
"Give it here, Nott." Jared said as he stepped into Nott's face.
"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Theodore smirked and took off on his broom.
The two boys were soon in the air, yelling at each other. Theodore smirked and threw the ball, Jared zooming passed him. Jared came back into view a few moments later, the remembral in his hand.
"Mr. Potter." McGonagall's voice cut through the cheers. "Follow me." Theodore and a couple of his buddies smirked, figuring Jared go into trouble.
Later that night, Harry and Draco were sitting on Draco's bed facing each other. Harry was biting his lip, trying to find the best way to tell Draco.
"Out with it." Draco stated, smirking when Harry turned wide eyes to him.
Harry sighed. "Okay, just don't get mad."
Draco raised an eyebrow but nodded.
Harry took a deep breath. "My mother is Lily Evans and my father is Tom Riddle." He watched as Draco's eyes widened. "However, my twin brother is Jared Potter."
"And how does that work?" Draco asked, clearly not believing him.
"I don't know exactly; I was still reeling over the fact that my mother was alive. All I remember them saying is it's rare but not unheard of."
Draco scowled. "So you're really a Potter?" He spat the name out as if saying it left a bad taste in his mouth.
Harry's face morphed into anger. "No." He growled. "James disowned me when I 'died'." He said placing air quotes around the last word.
"Died?" Draco asked his eyes a little wider.
Harry smiled. "Dumbledore tried to kill me when I was young. He placed a black curse on me so that I would die before I reached Hogwarts." Through the explanation, Draco had grabbed Harry's hand and had begun to rub circles on the back of his hand. "The reason I'm alive is because of Hermione. When we became blood siblings, our magic destroyed the curse and I got back control of all my magic."
Draco nodded. "But I still don't understand how you can be Tom's son but your twin brother is Jared."
"I'll get my mom to explain it someday." Harry smiled when Draco nodded again. "Now, I'm going to tell you one more thing; my inheritances. I'm the heir of Slytherin, Gryffindor and Merlin." Draco's eyes grew wide. "Hermione is the heir of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Grindewald."
"Merlin; you two own Hogwarts." Draco muttered.
Harry grinned and nodded.
Draco grinned. "Everybody's going to be jealous of me." Harry laughed as Draco pulled him to lie down beside him. "Are you going to tell anyone?"
Harry gazed into silver eyes, a smile on his face. "The sorting hat said not to tell Dumbledore; he'd probably want to use me."
Draco snorted.
"The hat also said to help Professor Snape; he doesn't remember yet."
Draco raised an eyebrow as he continued to play with Harry's hand. "What doesn't he remember?"
"What happened to him; involving his dark mark. Dumbledore placed a black curse on it that extended to everyone who had it."
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Four high back chairs sat facing the double doors leading out of the great hall. The back of the chairs held a picture of an animal; a snake, a lion, a badger and an eagle. On either side of the four chairs sat two more on each side. In front of the table were four more tables, all extending the length of the hall. Each table held a banner at either end with the house colors and mascots elegantly stitched into the material.
Green and silver sat at the far left, when looking at the doors, with red and gold right beside it. Yellow and black sat next to it, though an aisle was left running down the middle of the room. Finally, blue and silver sat at the far right, next to the windows that flashed as the ceiling did. The head table, holding the staff, had the banner of the four houses, hanging down to cover the front of the four high back chairs.
This was how the Great Hall looked for 200 years, before the four founders left this great school to their heirs. The youngest of Rowena's children had a brain much like her mothers. She gave the school a personality of sorts. It knows when an heir turns eight and it also knows who is a prime candidate for being the headmaster.
If someone bound themselves to the castle and it didn't agree, the castle would slowly drain his/her magic. This happened when Sir Richolar Masson decided he would become headmaster.
The portraits that lined the halls had turned black, their occupants disappearing further into the castle. The stairs changed too often for people to get to their destinations on time. The sky in the Great Hall changed as often as the stairs, never showing the moon or the sun. The black lake always shifted as if it were an ocean; its waves crashing the shores and destroying the island that once lay upon it.
The castle itself groaned and shifted, changing the position of doors around the school. The Room of Requirement was never found, along with the four founders rooms. The doors to the common rooms chose when they would open, and the classroom doors never closed. The gargoyle that guarded the headmaster's office abandoned his post, choosing to sit and guard the astronomy tower instead. The banners on the tables switched for every meal, as well as the headmaster's chair. The chair chose to show up at random places within the Great Hall, never sitting in its rightful place at the middle of the high table.
Richolar lasted 150 years as the headmaster before he died a painful death of having his magical core literally ripped from his body. For the next 100 years, the castles defenses were stronger than ever before.
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The basilisk reared its head back as the brown eyed boy grabbed the sword. Its jaws opened as it lunged forward and the boy lunged as well, the sword imbedding itself in the roof of the basilisk's mouth. The boy removed the sword and his arm that now had a fang sticking straight up.
The basilisk fell to the floor, blood pouring from its head as the boy jumped down and ran to the blonde girl that lay on the floor. The seventeen year old soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle sneered down at the boy. His eyes grew wide, however, as the boy thrust the fang into the diary that lay innocently beside the girl.
Her bright blue eyes blinked, the dazed look disappearing. She sighed, just another obstacle. She quickly turned back to her book as she heard footsteps approaching. The steps passed by the room she was in and she leaned back, running a hand through her black hair.
"Just how long am I going to have to wait?" She asked the air around her. She sighed again looking up towards the ceiling. "What am I missing?" She practically whined. "What exactly is happening?"
Her blue eyes roamed the room, searching for an answer. The stone walls held nothing, leaving her to sigh and turn her gaze to the window, watching the clouds float by.
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"It's all for the greater good, Gellert." Albus Dumbledore said. He had brown hair and beard, at this age, both flowing down from his head.
Gellert Grindewald glared up at his old friend from his position on the ground. "The greater good?" He asked, sarcasm laced in his voice. "There is no greater good. It's only in your head."
Albus narrowed his eyes at him. "There will be. The Wizarding World will be strong one day, with me as their leader!"
Gellert laughed. "You can't lead. You're a dark wizard! The light wizards will never answer to you."
Albus just smirked. "Just wait. Once you're gone, they'll know the truth about you."
"The truth? You mean your lies." Gellert snapped.
Albus glared as he pulled his sword from its sheath.
Gellert laughed. "Soul mates can't kill each other."
Albus smirked again. "I lied." He stated before driving the sword through Gellert's stomach.
The death of Gellert Grindewald is recorded as a heroic battle between good and evil; light and dark. It is said that the battled field was out in the courtyard of Dumbledore Manor. It is also said that the courtyard was destroyed by the sheer power between the two as they fought.
The Grindewald name went down, the angry light wizards searching out descendants and disposing of them. Only one descendant got away; he fled to Norway, where those there didn't judge and just accepted.
Dumbledore became headmaster that year and the light wizards felt safe. The castle's portraits stayed, but the stairs and sky changed at random intervals, nobody able to predict when they would change. The Room of Requirement also hid itself again, the door not revealing itself for anyone. The castle didn't move and neither did the black lake; they stood still, not even the wind rippling the surface.
A/N: Yes, I know this is different, but I kinda like it. Anyway, I'll try ta get the next one finished up soon!!!