Chapter 3 - The father of Modern Magic

"The wisest men follow their own direction." - Euripides

"Happy Birthday Harry."

Harry just stared. No, it couldn't be her birthday yet, not as far as she knew. Or, wait, two days ago, it was the 29th, so...wow, my math is certainly not improving. Looking back at the ring, Harry smiled.

"What are the other pieces of jewelry?" Harry asked walking to the case of rings.

"Just other family possessions, brought here by their son or daughter after they die." Dumbledore replied.

"So, this vault just holds family possessions, then the other vault must hold money." Harry asked walking back to Dumbledore.

"Oh, yes, now it should be even more, as your old vault has been combined with the original." Dumbledore said, walking back out of the vault.

"What was the older vault for, I mean, couldn't I just have used Uncle Vernon's money for Hogwarts." Harry asked, following Dumbledore.

"Ah, but now the question arises that if I did do that, would you be allowed to come to Hogwarts, seeing the views of your Uncle?" Dumbledore questioned back, sitting in the cart.

While riding to the top, Dumbledore told Harry, "I also have something else to show you today, quite interesting it is."

Getting off the cart, Harry followed Dumbledore out of the bank and into the Alley. Dumbledore held out a book, and Harry held it, felling the familiar tug behind her navel.

Harry landed and fell down on the floor, wincing at the pain on her bottom. Harry got up just in time to hear feet rushing. Looking around, Harry noticed she was in a muggle living room, for there was a car parked near to the window.

"Harry!"

Harry had no time as the person flung herself on her back and they fell down on the floor.

"Really, Hermione, your hugs are getting harsher every year." Harry spoke in a muffled voice.

The girl in question slowly raised herself up, and pulled the other girl up too, only to catch her by the neck again.

"You had us so worried Harry! Are you alright? Did the transformation hurt? You know, we need to get new clothes for you. Also, if you have any questions you can ask me, you know, my ear will be always free for you. How is with Sirius? You can talk about him with me too." Hermione said all this in one breath, Harry was curious how she could breathe normally after that.

"Clam down Hermione, I am sure Harry if fine." said a voice form the hallway.

"Remus!" Harry untangled herself form Hermione, lord Hermione has some strength, and made go to where Remus was standing.

"My, have you changed, Harry." Remus said while shaking Harry's hand, "Everything okay?"

"Fine, what about you. How is the transformations?" Harry asked.

Remus smiled, "The wolf's been good to me. It was kept busy with studying you, Harry."

"So, anyone care to enlighten me where I am?" Harry turned and asked Hermione.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot. Harry, welcome to my house. Mom! Dad!" Hermione rushed out of the room.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at Hermione's cheerful attitude, "So who got her a new book?"

Remus laughed, "Nobody got her a book, she's just overworked because it seems that you are back in her watchful eye."

Harry smirked, "So, Remus, why are you here, weren't you at Grimlaund Place before?"

Remus cheery mood fell, "Sirius default will was passed by Gringotts."

"Default will?" Harry asked.

"Sirius never wrote a will, never passed his mind it seems, so since he is dead, the closest family gets all his possessions. That means that the Black Family Vault, 12 Grimlaund Place all fell into the hands of Bellatrix and Narcissa." Dumbledore replied.

"What about the Order? Where is it located now." Harry asked Dumbledore.

"The Order is now located in this very house. The Grangers, after hearing the story of the world form me, offered their house to protect the members." Dumbledore replied, eyes twinkling, "You should have seen Miss Granger, she was literally having a fit, seeing that you could not come here, once this place was fully protected."

Harry smiled, clearly seeing the picture.

It was then that Hermione and her parents decided to enter the room. Mr. Granger was a tall man with curly brown hair, his blue eyes seemed to calculate Harry. Mrs. Granger on the other hand, had long, straight blonde hair and soft, brown eyes.

"Hello, you must be Harry. I have to say that you are quite different than form what I expected." Mr. Granger held his hand out to her.

"Pleased to meet you too, Mr. Granger." Harry shook his hand.

"You may call me Dan of you wish, and my wife's name is Jane." Mr. Granger replied after the handshake.

"Of course." Harry smiled at both of them.

"Ahem, sorry for interrupting, but me and Harry have to discuss some important things, if you could excuse us?" Dumbledore asked the Grangers, Jane in particular.

"Sure, Tonks is still working on the basement, but it is safe now." Mrs. Granger replied, and walked out the door.

"Now, Harry, I received a unusual letter this morning, just after we lost Grimlaund Place." Dumbledore told Harry after the Grangers left.

Dumbledore handed Harry the parchment as Remus asked, "Who delivered this letter?"

"That is what most confuses me, the letter was delivered by a phoenix. Strangely, it looked quite familiar but I could not place it." Dumbledore replied.

With a frown on her face, Harry opened the letter, looking at it's contents.

Miss Potter,

You may not know me, but I know you. I have lived for centuries, for I am from the Arthurian age. Have no worries, I not represent the dark, but I ally with the light.

The days are getting darker, and the darkness will spread again for the first time since Mordred. Your transformation has created an erupt in power for the darkness, and if we do not act as soon as possible, the whole world may be destroyed as we know it.

The light chooses its messenger, its beacon for every time that darkness ensures. Arthur was the last beacon of the light to fight against Mordred. Now for the new darkness, the light has chosen you.

I ask you to meet me at Hogwarts tonight, for the time draws to a close too soon.

Guinevere

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, to find that he was looking at her with a twinkle in his eye. Damn twinkle, it really gets annoying sometimes, "Who is this headmaster?"

"I believe I now know who it is," Dumbledore looked up at Remus, "We must leave now, Remus take care of headquarters."

"For sure Albus, take care Harry." Remus replied, embracing Harry goodbye.

"Don't let the wolf get to you, Remus." Harry smiled, backing up to Dumbledore.

The headmaster held out a book to Harry, which Harry grabbed. Feeling the familiar tug again, Harry braced herself for the landing. Harry felt that the tug had stopped, and stiffened her body, trying to stay up this time. No use, Harry still fell, but not on her bottom, but on the floor face first.

"What's with this? I tired, but still fell." Harry groaned as she stood up.

"Maybe you should just let your body relax." Dumbledore replied.

"Whatever, where are we?" Harry took in the surroundings, noticing that they were on what seemed to be the entrance to a forest.

"We, are on a different entrance to the Forbidden Forest. According to what I know, we should be seeing someone by now." Dumbledore said, looking around, as if searching for something.

"Looking for something, I presume Albus?" Harry turned and searched for her wand, sadly remembering that it was destroyed in the dementor attack at Diagon Alley.

The man standing before Harry, was unlike any other she had seen. He had long curly brown hair, and the sharpest brown eyes Harry had ever seen. I know that face, thought Harry, he looks a lot like...Hermione?

"Why, yes Gawain, I was looking for Lancelot or you. It seems that it is your turn to patrol the grounds?" Dumbledore walked up and embraced the man in a brotherly hug.

"Ah, Harry, long time no see, though you must not remember, for it still much in the future for you." Gawain smiled in her direction.

"Err...sorry for being so rude, but who are you?" Harry asked nervously.

"I am Gawain, one of the knights of the great King Arthur's round table." Gawain said extending a hand towards Harry.

"Ahh..." Harry just could not believe her ears.

Gawain turned to Dumbledore, "We must get going, the others are expecting us."

Dumbledore turned and raised an eyebrow at Harry's sill shocked expression, smiled, and led her into the forest by her shoulder. They walked for some time, passing only trees with the same haunted look as the rest of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. Then Harry spotted some color deep ahead, and nearing it she looked into what seemed to be a large meadow, filled with every type of flower or grass that one could ever imagine. Then, in the center, stood a small castle, at least two stories high, and a magical aurora that seemed to be consisting of every color possible covering it. A man walked out of the castle, and looked a lot like Dumbledore, the same twinkling blue eyes, the same white beard and hair, the only difference seemed to be the different robes and the staff that he carried with him. They stopped merely inches away from each other.

The old man looked towards Harry and said, "Hello, Harry, my name is Merlin."

By Merlin, Harry thought, it's Merlin.