A/N: Hi! Just got the latest chapter up. Before you guys ask, here's the score.

Ravens-29

Snakes-25

I've bumped the sorting to chapter eleven. Sorry! Chapter ten will be very important to the overall story however! Here's the chapter!

Previously on The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Stone…

He opened his eyes and saw a structure that wasn't there a minute ago. It was a stone white arch. And on the other side he saw…no it couldn't be. He stood up and ran to the arch. It looked as though it was like the entrance of Vault X. He placed his hand on the image and felt solid rock. It rumbled as before and he then stepped through. It was the exact same as the first clearing, without the stone circle. He ran to the middle of this new clearing. There was a figure standing there, gazing at the field. He put a hand on the person's shoulder and the figure turned around. Brown eyes met green ones.

"Harry?"

"Ginny?" Then they both said at the same time,

"What are you doing in my dream?"

The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Stone

Chapter Nine

Déjà vu?

To say Harry was shocked was an understatement. Today had been hectic for the young ten year old boy. He had managed to somehow avoid Albus Dumbledore finding out who he was, he had realized that he was the heir to seven different vaults, each belonging to a famous elder of magic. Just one single vault could last him twenty lifetimes, give or take a few . Add six others and…wow. Then he had met his first friend, Ginny Weasley, who then shared some weird golden light with him that the elders refused to speak of. Now he was sharing dreams with the same girl with whom he had experienced those very same lights?

'I guess pigs can fly' he thought to himself. He would have to remember to cast a Wingardium Leviosa charm on his whale of a cousin first thing tomorrow morning.

"H-Harry…why are…what are you doing in my dream?" Ginny broke the silence.

"Um…Ginny, it's my dream." Harry replied. The elders had a lot of explaining to do. They knew what was going on. But what was it? Those lights…they appeared after Ginny…

"But I'm asleep right now! I just laid down. There's no way I'm imagining things." She shouted out many things more to herself than to Harry. He waited patiently for her rant to cease. After five dream minutes, (not sure how time contrasts from dreams to real world ) she finally she looked at her surroundings. "Harry, where are we?"

"I don't know to be honest Ginny. I was over by that archway and-" his explanation halted as Ginny ran over to the arch of white stone.

"What is this thing?"

"I don't know. As I was saying, I was in a place similar to this and I walked over to this arch. I put a hand on it. The next thing I know, I'm here with you standing in the middle of the fields. Does that make any sense?"

"Not really. It might have been a portkey…no this is a dream…but…maybe if I…"

"Ginny? What are you…" The redhead walked over to the arch and placed a hand upon it, grazing the warmth that the stone gave off. It rumbled.

"Strange…I wonder if it-" She fell through the arch as if it were made of liquid.

"Ginny!" Harry ran into the arch but earned a nice little bump on his nose. He was sure that he heard a crack. Bellowing out a curse, he place one hand on the stone while the other tried to stop the bleeding. It rumbled familiarly and the rock became liquid once more. Harry landed on his bottom back in the stone circle field.

"Need some help?" giggled a laughing redhead, offering a hand.

"Gee thanks." he grunted as she helped him up.

"Nice bump there."

"Don't worry. The Helga will fix it. She's a master when it comes to her healing spells."

"Who's Helga?" asked the curious girl.

"Why I am dear. Harry, why don't I fix up that cut of yours while you introduce us to your little friend." replied the joyful voice of the Hufflepuff House Mistress. Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and led her over to the four waiting wizards and the two golden phoenixes. All six of them were smirking.

"WHAT! YOU FOUR ARE THE FOUNDERS OF HOGWARTS!" was the first thing Ginny Weasley said after the four introduced themselves. She turned to the two ancient sorcerers. "AND YOU TWO ARE THE MERLIN AND MORGANA LE FAY! I THOUGHT YOU TWO HATED EACHOTHER! TELL ME THE TRUTH. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!" she shrieked the last sentence out.

"Uh…Ginny. They are who they say they are and-"

"Harry," said the voice of Merlin. "Perhaps we should tell her the lost story of our time." Harry nodded and everyone sat down on couches that instantly appeared out of nowhere. "Ginny you see, times were difficult if you were up to the arts of witchcraft and wizardry. The muggles were both scared and awed at our powers and abilities. They could not perform the same things we could and wished for us to teach them. Magic is not a gift. It is born with a person. It cannot be learned. It can be brought out of a wizard's magical core. Do you understand?"

Ginny said no and Harry was a bit confused. "Sir, then what is the purpose of magic schools like Hogwarts?" Morgana spoke.

"Excellent question Harry. Every witch and wizard is born of the same magic. It does not matter if the child is ranked pure, half, or muggleborn. The magic still exists all at the same amount. But only to those who can learn the art. Merlin and I were the only two magical ones for miles. We grew up in an ancient town that respected us. However when the townsfolk learned of our abilities, they wished to learn it as well. We checked for any magical energy but there was none to be found, therefore we told with the deepest regret that we could not teach them. Within seconds, we were chased out of our hometown and fled into a cave in a nearby mountain. We continued to watch over the townsfolk as they spoke of the evils magic brought. But we did not feel anger towards them. We pitied the fact that we could not help teach them our ways. This rift that was created helped lead the two worlds, magic and muggle, into modern times. The muggle world has developed its technology whereas the magical world has developed our many spells, potions, and abilities. It is a pity that our world wants nothing to do with the muggle one. There are so many things we could learn from them."

"Like…?" Harry and Ginny pressed on.

"Well, I'm sure you both know of the shield charm, Protego, correct?" They nodded. "It can deflect most minor hexes, jinxes, and curses place upon oneself. But there are also muggle weapons that can easily go through the shields." The children had confused looks on their faces. "Protego can only block magical spells, not any threat like most witches and wizards choose to foolishly believe. A muggle shotgun could easily kill a wizard in duel as long as they don't rely on muggle methods like bullet proof vests. Back to our story, we were banned from the village, never to walk within the walls again. Instead of mourning and taking revenge like most would, Merlin and I traveled to strengthen our powers. We found ourselves in the kingdom of Camelot. I know that both of you know the story. Most of it was correct, although some changes we made like me betraying everyone and such. We found ourselves soon as a happily married couple living in secret from the world. We grew lonely from this separation and in turn, had Godric, Rowena, Salazar, and Helga here."

Ginny's eyes bugged out at the thought of it.

"The four great founders are the children of Merlin and Morgana Le Fay!"

"Yes dear, we kept the family relations a secret in order to draw less attention. The founders grew up and built the school of Hogwarts and found themselves becoming family and having children as well. Helga and Salazar had one son. Rowena and Godric also had one son. The world once more was ignorant. The founders taught at the school and retired eventually. They believed that it was time to perform a ritual that we bestowed upon them. Godric and Rowena granted the power of us to their son."

The elders' faces darkened.

"Helga and Salazar were prepaing the ritual but found their son killing muggles in the name of his father. Disgusted, Salazar disowned his son, changed his surname to Gaunt, and took away his powers producing the first squib. Rumors afterward spread to convince people that Salazar hated muggles and muggleborns. They believed it."

Salazar was shaking in rage from the memories of his son. He spoke bitterly.

"Yes, then my son went and began the blood status beliefs. He married only purebloods, believing that he needed to continue my noble work. His last living descendant's name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. More commonly known as Lord Voldemort." He snorted at the name while Ginny gasped. Godric spoke.

"Rowena's and my son did not believe in any of the pure blood mania spreading. He met a pretty young witch and they hit it off. Soon the ritual was performed on their baby. The process continued to the last descendent." He stopped and looked at Harry. It was time to tell one more truth. He placed his hand into hers and looked into her beautiful eyes. Chocolate met emerald.

"Ginny, I haven't been exactly truthful to you. The second to last descendent was a woman named Lily Stone." Ginny placed her free hand over her mouth in shock. "A dark wizard attacked her family, killing the father. Lily's mother had enough health to hoodwink a muggle family into raising her. She became Lily Evans. The Hogwarts letter came and off she went. Meanwhile, a boy named James Potter was going to Hogwarts too. After they graduated they wed and had a baby. Ginny do you know who I really am?"

Her eyes were wider than ever before.

"Does that…I mean…are you?"

"Yes Ginny. I am Harry James Potter.

She fainted.

Ginny Weasly had fainted in their shared dream. Unfortunately, that had caused it to cease and for Harry to wake up in his cupboard. He groaned. 'Stupid! Now she'll hate me for lying to her. I'll have to talk to her again tonight.' He petted the sleeping Thestral, which he had named Morse, which meant death.

He waited until the white faced Petunia opened the cupboard. Petunia had not uttered a single word since he returned. He could only imagine what the elders did to make her shut her trap for the first time ever. She flinched as she watched him walk past to the kitchen. It was a bit dirty, very strange for neat freak Petunia.

He made the breakfast as usual. Petunia's color returned to her face as she watched her nephew make the breakfast. 'It was all a dream. Nothing strange going on.' she thought and then hurled, "Hurry up! Duddy will be up soon. I don't want his bacon poisoned or anything else you might be thinking. Got it?" She left the kitchen after his slight nod. Duddy and Dad waddled into the kitchen and began devouring the mountain of food. Harry heard Godric say to him, "Sorry Harry. Those two didn't have much between the ears to s=mess with. Hard enough getting through their thick skulls." Harry silently chuckled. The food was halfway gone within the minute and the mail came through the slot in the door.

"Get the mail Dudley."

"Make Ha-wee ge-tit." came from the chipmunk cheeks of Dudley.

"Get the mail freak.

"Make Dudley get it." He managed to dodge the swinging frying pan Petunia swung and walked to the mail.

"Bill, bill, charity, bill…" he muttered as he went through the envelopes. The last one caught his attention. Written in swishing, emerald ink were the words,

Mr. Harry Potter

The cupboard under the stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

This was the letter Harry was waiting for. The one the elders said every wizard would get. The Dursleys would steal it if they saw it. He knew now that they were trying to kick the magic out of him all these years. Ironically, beating him up caused his magical core to strengthen in all aspects in order to heal himself. Harry stuffed the letter in his shirt, gave the Dursleys the mail, and entered his cupboard listening to Vernon cursing about having to pay bills.

"Harry." said the invisible Ardoris. "don't open it. If we don't open it then someone will come and see how these people treat you. Harry agreed and soon began to slumber hoping Ginny would let him explain.

Harry woke once more into the stone circle. After adding another foot to it, he sprinted to the arch, and opened it. Ginny was sitting in the same spot as before. He walked quietly over to her.

"I know it's you Harry." she said coolly when he was five feet from her.

"Ginny, I-I'm so sorry for lying to you. I just-" his bad explanation was cut short by a red haired missile launching to him in a bone crushing hug.

"I know why you did it Harry." she said making him even skinnier than he already was. "I understand." His face was turning blue. She released him and said, "Come on now. I want to talk to your really old grandpa." A shocked Harry followed her through the arch. On the other side stood the elders. Merlin's arms were crossed. Ginny was playing the innocent girl routine. Merlin said, "Old grandpa huh? Harry. She's a real keeper."

And that joke was the beginning of Harry and Ginny's training. The plan was for the two to study during the day and to dream practice at night. The week raced past and landed on Harry's birthday. He woke to a shouting match outside his door. He heard Petunia scream and his cupboard door shot open, blinding him in light.

Standing in front of him was a tall, black haired woman. She was dressed in strange clothes. Emerald cloaks. She had a look of shock on her face. Harry knew this was a witch.

"Hello Harry." she spoke in a stern but concerned voice. "Lets get you out of there." He did as told and saw his relatives backed up to the wall, fear plastered across their faces. Harry remembered Ardoris and the elders telling him and Ginny to play innocent children to the wizarding world.

"Excuse me," he began in a nervous voice. "Wh-who are you?"

She smiled a small smile. "My name is Minerva McGonagall. I am the deputy headmistress at a school called Hogwarts. I have already found out that these…people have not informed you of anything. Harry, you are a wizard."

"Me? But…there must be a-a mistake! There's no such thing as magic! Yes my boy, there is. Tell me, have you ever done anything…strange?" He pretended to ponder.

"But then…that time I…then…Dudley…because I'm a wizard?" Minerva had expected that. Usually the average untrained wizard could change the color of their teacher's hair.

"My boy…we must go now or else we shall never get to our destination." She turned to the Dursleys. "Remember what I told you Dursleys. Anything I hear and what just happened here will be increased tenfold each time." Vernon mumbled something like, "not be going…crackpot old fool…magic tricks. McGonagall glared at them, took Harry by the hand, and disappeared.

Harry felt like he was being squished in all directions. Then air filled his starving lungs and the witch asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah…what was that?"

"Apparation. You did it quite successfully for a first timer. Most vomit the first ten or so."

"Can't imagine why. By the way, what did you do to the Dursleys?"

"Oh…little of this and that…here it is."

The two walked into a shady looking bar the muggles did not seem to notice. The sign said the Leaky Cauldron.

"Harry, I'm leaving you with a friend named Hagrid. He'll help you get your things and such. Here is your ticket, she handed him a black strip that said

Hogwarts Express

Platform Nine and Three Quarters

"Nine and Three Quarters?" Harry asked.

"Don't know why. The entrance is halfway between platform nine and ten. Guess Platform Nine and One Half just doesn't have the same ring to it. Here's Hagrid." A giant with wild black hair and eyes towered over them both. His appearance was threatening but Harry could tell he was friendly.

"'ello Minerva. An this mus be Harry. Good to see ya. Got ya out of at ruckage I did. If I waited longer, ye might at not made it."

"Thanks Hagrid." Harry wasn't sure why, but he like the half giant. He was always friendly to him. The professor left and Hagrid tapped the bricks in order. "Three up two across." Hagrid mumbled. "Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley!" He said warmly to Harry.

Little did he or anyone else but Ginny Weasley know, Harry had been in the alley a week ago. Heck, even the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore didn't recognize him. The two strode off to Gringotts where Harry met the goblin in charge of his vault. Hagrid missed the look Griphook and Harry gave each other as they got into the carts. He got all of his books, quills, and such. They entered into Madam Milkins and were the only customers there. Madam Milkin said she'd just finished with a blond haired boy and his rude father. Once fitted, they exited. There must have been rumors that the boy who lived was shopping for supplies. Harry had to give them credit, they were able to guess what year he would be old enough for Hogwarts. Maybe the media wasn't as stupid as he once thought. Hagrid ducked into a side alley every time this one blond reporter came along carrying a twitching quill. Harry noticed that Hagrid kept saying good things about Gryffindor and Professor Dumbleodre. Nothing about the other houses. It was pretty obvious Dumbledore wanted him to be watched at all times. He bought him a snowy owl that Harry called Hedwig.

The last stop was Olivander's. Harry wondered how the wands in three hundred eighty two B.C. were made if technology was slow in the wizarding world. Pushing the thought aside, he followed Hagrid inside.

It was in one word, chaos. Two hours, a hundred and seventeen wands later, Mr. Olivander spoke. "I wonder…" He gave Harry a Holly and Phoenix Feather. Harry felt power surge through his body, but it wasn't the power he was used to. It made him feel weakened. He needed to visit the wandcrafter who was friends with Lily. He would need to, because he read in the ministry book he bought that all wandmaker wands had a trace charm placed upon them. Yet another loophole added to the millions of ones found already. Hagrid brought him back to number four Privet Drive and said that he needed to be at Kings Cross on the first of September.

Saying goodbye, Harry went straight to his cupboard, waiting for sleep to come so they could train again.

He found her meditating in her field. He said, "We need to talk."

AN:/ Wow! Done with this chappie. Fear not. The Dursleys will be punished but it is too early to kick them out yet! ;) Your ideas might just appear when the time comes. They shall suffer! . Ch 10 is King Cross and something else. Ch. 11 is the train and Sorting. This is the 2nd to last chance to enter a vote foe Ravenclaw or Slytherin. The clock is slowing down!

Bragging Rights

Tindual-harry acts normal

Semnet-name

Challenges

1. Ravens or snakes. (Chapter 11)

2. What events should happen…

a. On train

b. In sorting.

3. How much of a prat should Ron be?

See you next time!