(A/N) Thanks to everyone for the support and reminding me that it is my story and I can take it any way I want. But this is my first and I have had great feedback and one hell of a respone to it and I want it to get better. A few of you were worried that this story would go off track and become a 'shag fest' if it became a three-way relationship. I can assure you that that will not happen.
I want everyone to know that this story won't stop!
God knows what's happening with Voldie and his 'mouldie' DE's. What does everyone think of Harry being related to Myrddin Emrys? It's going to happen I just want opinions. I also know it's pretty average in most people's stories but I've got my own ideas regarding Myrrdin.
Harry gently woke to a soft hand pressing gently against his face and his brilliant emerald eyes came out've their lids to see a pair of sparkling brown ones look back, he nuzzled into the hand softly. Harry smiled slightly at Hermione, his muscles coming alive slowly, who responded with a heart-warming smile of her own. "Hey Harry, how are you feeling this morning?" Clearly it was a good time to be awake otherwise Hermione would be all over him shouting to wake up.
"I'm fine love... you?" His head lifted to nuzzle at her cheek. His other hand went into her light-brown soft, curled hair and began running his fingers through it lovingly.
"Absolutely brilliant." she replied happily, albeit sleepily enjoying the feel of his hand gently going through her hair. "What shall we do after lessons today?"
"Whatever we like Hermione." He looked thoughtfully into her beautiful, sparkling eyes. "I suppose we could try and contact Hogwarts. That would be interesting to communicate with the castle and see what it can do. I would also like to see Uncle Moony; he needs to know about Claws and Tails." he grinned evilly. Hermione chuckled faintly. She couldn't wait to see Remus's face after this; Moony was going to get it muahaha.
She voiced her thoughts. "I can't wait to see the old wolfs face when he knows; but I think he already has a good idea... how many people have had contact with Pads in the last couple of weeks?"
Harry laughed quietly. "None... damn it. I hope professor-too-many-bloody-name's-for-his-own-good Dumbledore doesn't realise it's us though."
Hermione giggled at his alternate name for Dumbledore. The ol' fart will really have his work cut out with the Marauders back; especially with Sirius's tutoring in potions, spells, transfirguing and charms. Potions that went out with a BANG, literally.
Sirius was a mutt, in every way. Funny, loveable and loved annoying Harry, Hermione and the house-elves by transforming into his dog form and peeing everywhere before scampering off. Dobby at one time got so annoyed when Padfoot took a dump on Lord and Lady Potter's bed, the elf used magic to lift the whining animal into the air and dropped him in the pool after casting a cooling charm.
Needless to say Sirius got back at the elf by using the Levicorpus spell on him before dunking the elf in liquidated dungbombs; the elf stank for days afterwards. Both of the pranks had been a major source of amusement for everyone, except those invloved.
Hermione remembered she owed her husband a reply. "Yeah, I hope so as well. But it is going to be fun. What about Ronald and Ginerva?" Hermione snuggled closer to him, breathing in his forest-like scent that came from being a wolf.
Harry, however, got a face-full of her sweet vanilla hair; that he thoroughly enjoyed running his hands through. "Don't know, don't care." He replied honestly. "Ron is probably going to try something idiotic as it's his nature. I don't really know Ginny to make a good enough guess as what she will do."
"Let's get ready and go downstairs." Hermione suggested, reluctantly getting off her Harry. He got up and went through his morning ritiual, that he had started during the holidays.
He brushed his teeth then did his exercises including push-ups and sit-ups and quite a few of them aswell. Thirty of each to be exact, going for a shower afterwards.
Hermione was in the bathroom taming her hair to the best of her ability, after a relaxing shower. It looked like she was getting somewhere so she decided she would settle for the light-brown curls in her hair, then looked in the mirror and carefully parting her light brown hair. Her time with Harry and her runs every morning had done wonders for her body; she left the bathroom.
She got dressed in her robes, which Harry didn't like as it hid her figure from him. Harry sat there, on their shared bed, watching her dress as he usually did. He wasn't being rude; she did it with him as well, though she prefered to watch him as he undressed for bed.
Harry grumbled as her curves became hidden to him, Hermione noticed the audible groan and turned to face him. She used a fitting spell on her school shirt, until it fit perfectly around her and had him wide-eyed and loose-jawed. She smiled at his response to seeing her; it gave her the confidence she much needed to be with him.
Harry got off the bed and slipped an arm around her waist and leaned down to her ear, his warm breathe tickling her. "You are so beautiful; god knows why you're with me." He gently caught her lips with a soft kiss, that she eagerly returned.
She pulled away after half a minute and replied. "I feel the same way. I don't understand why you chose me as your wife when you can have any girl you want."
He pressed his lips to hers again, trying to convey the love he felt for her. "I can give you many more reasons, but suffice to say; you're beautiful on the inside as well as the outside. Inside you are kind, caring, polite, try to help people learn and encourage them to do better. I think you look fanstastic and I love being with you."
She smiled up at him, took his hand from her waist and dragged him out the door and down the stairs.
Daphne had woken up early, still thinking about Harry, Hermione, Malfoy and family. Malfoy and family were alway accompanied by gross promises from Malfoy. Her family always pressured and were harsh to her, much different from her sister. True she didn't have Harry's problems growing up; no beatings or being starved but she didn't have the life her family could give her.
She washed, dressed and went downstairs to think.
Daphne flopped unceremoniously onto a bean-bag that the room had designed. The Greengrass Family was a reasonably rich family in Wizarding Britian. The Malfoys, Potters, Blacks, Longbottoms and Blacks had more money, wealth and power. The Potter's fund and power was astronomical and was one of the oldest wizarding families. Directly related to two of the Founders, who inturn were related to Myrddin Emrys also known as Merlin.
The wizarding worlds own divinity, Merlin, was a powerhouse like no other if the stories were correct. At the age of sixteen he had triple Dumbledore's power and much better control and knowledge, it was said. The sheer power he could bring to bare was eye-popping; a stunner could leave someone out cold for days if not a week or more. Only the stories remained, but none could compare to Merlin's true story, it was rumoured he recorded everything from spells and potions to multiple animagi transformations and his full knowledge of magic.
Only the Emrys Family could access the #1 vault at Gringotts and no-one could claim that. Only the leaders of the entire goblin world could access it, and never for their own gain. Truths were revealed by the goblins, to the wizarding world. Merlins staff, wand and sword could be found there with his personal battle-robes complete with a hood. Books filled with Merlins knowledge and findings that only family members could read and if they got their hands on it could only try to comprehend. The goblins were probably teasing the wizarding world though... The thought of a goblin jumping up and down shouting. "HAHA we know something you don't, we know something you don't..." popped into her head.
Harry and Hermione came downstairs to see Daphne on the sofa, head in hands, with no noise coming from her. "Hey Daph." Hermione said kindly. "How are you? Is something wrong?"
The pretty blond girl looked up and into the deep, brown eyes of the now wavy-haired girl. "I'm fine thanks, Hermione. I was just thinking about stuff."
Hermione looked interested. "What stuff?"
Daphne shrugged. "Since no-one can claim it I will tell you. Basically I was thinking of the Emrys vault-"
Hermione looked lost already. "Emrys? No-one has had that name since Mer-"
Daphne nodded. "Merlin. The rumors surrounding the vault of Merlin are probably whipped up to wind wizards and witches up. It's said that the vault contains everything that belonged to Merlin and his family. Ranging from books to weapons to clothes. I know from history books that the Founders are related to Merlin; that where they got their power from."
Harry looked interested and stunned. "I'm the heir to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw and now I'm a very distant relative to Merlin? Geez. I thought being the heir of two of the Founders was big and now I'm Heir to Merlin?"
Daphne was taken aback. He had mentioned it on the train, or something like it; she just hadn't contemplated his words. " You know you can claim the Emrys Family vault and items inside..." Hermione looked almost reverent, learning from Merlin's personal books would be like learning from the god of wizarding kind. Harry had a moment of enlightenment, that turned to fear.
"Can any of the Founder's children claim the vault?" Harry asked quickly, dreading the worst.
Daphne shrugged again. "I'm not sure; they're all related to Merlin so I assume so."
Harry paled. "Oh no... back in second year when I went down into the Chamber of Secrets and Voldemort more or less said that he is the heir of Slytherin, I mean he is a parseltongue and all... and what was Slytherin famous for? I've got to get that vault before Voldemort does. If only to keep him away from it."
Daphne was thoughtful. "You beat him when you were a baby, yes?" Harry nodded. "If you beat him in combat you win his title of heir to Slytherin, since you are another heir. You get Right of Conquest and gain his title."
The conversation stopped when the others dribbled into the room. "Morning all!" Susan began. "What's on the agenda today?" Tracey went and sat next to Daphne.
Hermione replied. "School and lessons then a visit to Gringotts for Harry. Me, you, Daphne and the others can visit uncle Moony and have a good long chat with him about various things."
Harry sighed and motioned for everyone to file out. "C'mon all let's go and get something to eat; I'm hungry." cue for stomach to rumble. "Then I need to... hold on..."
Tracey looked at him. "What is it?"
Harry glanced at Hermione. "Didn't that goblin, Sharptooth, say he could hear me if I call?" Hermione nodded her response. "I'll have to talk to him later then and see what we can do." Harry finished. "I wonder why mum and dad didn't tell me I owned the Emrys family vault as well."
Daphne tapped her finger on her chin. "It's possible they didn't know their relation to the Founders or Merlin until it was too late to do anything about it except place it in their will."
"The Emrys name wasn't included there." Harry replied.
"It's possible that they didn't want people to know, or that they didn't know themselves." Neville said, awestruck with the possibility that Harry was Myrddin Emrys very distant grand-child. "Blimey Harry! Just imagine if this were to get out. Not only is Harry Potter the boy-who-lived and much more but he is also related to the Founders and Merlin himself!"
"Precisely why this conversation is going to stay here, okay?" The group all nodded. "I already have enough attention shouldered onto me being found as Merlin's relative will be too much."
The group left the Room of Requirement and went down to the Great Hall.
What they found was completely un-expected. They saw all four houses sitting there chatting, and what the talk was about was clear. Above the four house banners, behind the staff table was a new banner. This new banner was stunning; a white, gold and red pheonix surrounded by a flame in the centre with a midnight sky behind it. The pheonix in the middle had its beautiful wings extended. Harry inwardly groaned, expecting that this was related to their talk.
Harry and friends sat at their house tables and prepared to eat breakfast. The remaining students came into the Hall and sat. Hermione looked at Harry. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Harry moaned quietly. "Duck? Run? Hide?" He slowly began to eat his bacon and scrambled eggs with buttered toast. He was silently hoping I've-got-too-many-names-Dumbledore wouldn't stand up and ask what the new banner was about. Harry had a feeling that his wish wasn't going to come true. He also wondered if Myrddin had a pheonix and what was wrong with it... the pheonix on the banner certainly didn't look like Fawkes.
Harry mentally shrugged and resigned himself to more publicity; get it over and done with as quick as possible and hope the Daily Prophet found something more interesting quickly, which was unlikely to happen. He couldn't help it if he wasn't the average teenager could he? Sometimes, if not all the time, he wished that he could reverse time and give himself a normal life with parents and a good childhood. Padfoot, uncle Moony and parents... god how much fun they could've had if all this crap didn't happen.
Padfoot and his dad would be teachng him how to play Quidditch, prank and be an outrageous flirt with the girls. Moony would be there giving Harry an awesome list of spells made by the Marauders. And his mum, Lily, who be there threatening the three of them with castration. Harry snorted at the thought. He could imagine Lily terrifying a particular mutt, who was running off with his tail between his legs.
When old man Dumbledore stood up, Harry knew that he was going to ask if anyone would know about this, and said. "Good morning one and all, I hope your night was enjoyable however there are a few things that need to be explained." He guestured behind him at the banner. "The banner behind me is the symbol Merlin, otherwise known as Myrddin Emrys, used when he was alive. With the Lord Myrddin Emrys deceased, the Banner was magically removed from Hogwarts; it's return symbolises that the Heir of Myrddin Emrys has also returned and has realised his or her relation to Merlin." He looked pointedly at the Gryffindor table. He couldn't approach young Harry without Sirius there as was the verdict of the Wizengamot, so he couldn't chat with him.
Harry kept his face interested and provided no other form of outward emotion. Inside he was astounded all this crap could happen to him.
In response to his words the four houses began talking among themselves about who the Heir was, most figured it was Harry Potter since wierd stuff always happened to him; Draco Malfoy was stupidly boasting that he was Merlin's distant relation. Everyone ingorned the blond-haired ponce.
Harry and company left the Hall after ten minutes to call Sharptooth and arrange a Gringotts appointment regarding Harry's Heir to the Emrys Family status. They went to the Black lake to have a nice, relaxing conversation with Sirius, Amelia and Sharptooth.
Sirius sat in Potter Manor with Susan's aunt Amelia sitting beside him. They had been having a big heart-to-heart chat about renewing their relationship.
Sirius thought, with an odd bout of maturity, they could make it work if they tried. Nothing had come from their relationship back in their last year at school and a few years after.
She hadn't been thankful that he had got himself landed in Azkaban and left her to raise Susan after Susan's parents died, but she had understood what he was going through. His best friend since he was eleven had been killed by a mistaken trust in a person and he, Sirius, felt responsible for he best friends death and hedn't been thinking clearly. He had gone after Pettigrew intent on giving him a bollocking and capturing him, only that hadn't gone to plan and Pettigrew had been yelling about betrayal before Sirius could get a word in.
They had eventually agreed to re-kindle their relationship and try and get everything to work properly. That invloved telling Susan that the man she had thought a deranged mass-murderer and prat, in a nice way, was her Uncle. How do you tell someone that? That you had un-intentionally left her fifteen years ago and now you made an appearance in her life and were her Uncle?
They had decided to slowly increase Susan's time with Sirius, until she easily felt comfortable around him, and get to know him; then and only then could they tell her the truth.
The goblin Sharptooth had interupped their conversation. "Good morning my Lord Black and Lady Bones, I trust breakfast was pleasent?"
Sirius replied, remembering the mouth-watering toasted cheese sandwhich. "It's Sirius and Amelia, Sharptooth. And, yeah it was bloody excellent. I need to thank Dobby for that later and hope he makes that again... I never knew how inventive muggles were. What did you need Sharptooth?"
"Lord Potter is requesting a meeting with him and a few others, I was wondering if you and La- Amelia wanted to come?"
"Sharptooth, you know Harry would not be happy if he heard you use his title. Oh and sure we'll come! Can't wait to see all the new friends." Sirius grinned evilly, obviously going to try and plan something.
The two humans took the goblins hands and with a crack! They left the Manor.
(A/N) Sorry for the slow update... but I had to help round the house... Christmas is fun and all but it leaves a hell of a mess.
I've decided Daphne is going to be a sister figure to Harry and will have brotherly affection. In this story Daphne's parents are drawing closer to the 'dark side of the Force' lol... Harry is a very distant relative to Myrddin (Merlin doesn't sound as cool) and will inherit some of Myrddin's passive powers and more outward powers. Not to mention all his stuff. No more money... just cool items.
One reviewer, and I'm sure others have, noticed I have holes in my story. Sorry guys but the lack of attention span comes into play there; my brain runs off into the next part of the story and I don't notice it until it's done. I can't tell when it's happening either, I just run off course and blabber on. So sorry if that happens but I can't really help it.
Some of you have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my attention on one thing for more than a a couple of minutes.
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One more thing... I recieved the oddest PM asking what Hermione looks like. The 4th year book projects her as 'bush-haired still. The movie she was infinitely sexier. Type Hermione Granger 4th year into google & the first picture you see is how she looks in my story. In school uniform anyway.