Disclaimer: I don't own it; just having a go at fanfiction to see if I can em-provvvee my Eeng-lish.
Dreamer's Note: No, I won't call myself an author. Every half an hour before I sleep, I'll have some idea popped up in my mind before I drift away in my slumber. Sometimes, I wrote and deleted paragraphs after paragraphs just to suit my plot in the future of the story. I'm not very good at writing a poem or such thing, so mostly when witchcraft is mentioned in my story, I'll just say, some verses were chanted or the incantation was there, but not the thing itself. Bear with me.
The True Journey of Harry Potter
Chapter 4 – Heir
Harry was having a gobsmacked face while his brain trying to process the information and it was stopped by the word 'Heir'. He knew the word, of course. But what did it mean by being the heir of Morgana and Merlin. If it was so, why did he have to endure the life under the Dursley's roof? Why didn't they take him in?
The boy started to feel desperate. Would this mean they did not want him? Then, why did they taking him here? To make him felt happy for a while and sent him back to the hell-hole?
Anger, sorrow and sadness built up inside Harry. Just then, he was startled by a ball of flame erupted in front of him. Then, he heard a long soothing noise. The flame was now gone and instead, there was a bird hovering. The bird sang more notes and landed on his lap. Harry stroked the bird's plumages adoringly. His emotion subdued for no reason.
All the while that Harry's emotion was out of control, the boy did not seem to notice the changing of the atmosphere around him. Morgana and Merlin looked alarmed for a second until their phoenix came.
"Ah, Felix, so good that you join us," Merlin said, then muttered under his breath, "and good timing, too."
Felix chirped playfully and hopped up to perch on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked up and gave a small smile. "Hello, Felix," Harry greeted the bird.
"Harry," Merlin tried to be cheerful, "Felix is a phoenix. Have you heard of it?"
Harry nodded; there were many books in the fantasy fiction books in the library saying about phoenixes. "It's beautiful," the boy murmured.
"We'll discuss about magical creatures later," Morgana spoke, "for now, let's continue about the heir thing since it seems to upset you, Harry."
Harry looked at her with watery eyes. "Y… yes," he said trying not to sound like he wanted to cry. So they are going to tell me I have to go back and they just want to see me for while if I'm good enough to live with them, Harry thought, and it seems they don't want me here.
Her passive legilimency kicked in and Morgana frowned. "Harry?" she said, "you are not thinking we don't want you here, are you?"
"How do you know?" Harry blurted out before realizing what he just said and blushed.
Morgana frowned deeper. "Harry," she said trying to think of something to say, "I don't know what to say to make you believe me, but we DO love you and want you to be here." The boy's face lit up and broke into a smile. "But," and that made his smile disappeared. "You will have to go back to the Dursley albeit with more knowledge and ways to help you live with them unlike before."
Harry was still having dark thought, which Merlin knew too well and edged in. "Let's continue our talk then," he said, "and I promise, Harry. You'll feel much better if not very happy."
Harry nodded and sagged back down to the chair he was sitting. Felix sang another note to cheer him up.
"Okay," Morgana started, "Merlin's told you about the Magic, right?" Seeing Harry's nod, she continued. "Now, let's see from the start. Every human has magical core, though some could not use it. However, Magic, as in the power that be, decided to try an experiment and gave some selected few the channels to their magic. And Bam! There were wizards and witches. Before we go to our heir part, I'd like to tell you another important thing,"
Morgana paused to draw up a diagram showing circles in different sizes. Each circle had different colors. The biggest one was red, a smaller one was orange, then yellow, green, blue, indigo and the smallest one was purple.
"Watch this, Harry," Morgana started and moved the orange one into the red. "Imagine the red one as human with no channels indicates non-magical. Then the orange one is squib or magical ones with very, very low power." Then she moved the yellow one into the orange one. "That's normal wizards and witches. Do you understand this so far?"
Harry was intrigued by magic and the explanation. Though sound complicated, but Merlin and Morgana had their way to explain and it did very well. He nodded.
"Now, as you can see, we have humans and few are squibs or very low power magical ones. Then, there are the normal power leveled ones. It should stop there. However, Magic has granted different selected few more power. Thus, the green ones, which are the Sorcerers; they are more powerful than normal witches and wizards and have a better grasp of their magic. Within those selected few, there are ones with better grasps of magic and more power. They are Mages"
She moved the green one into yellow following with the blue one into the green. "People nowadays believe that is the highest level a magical being can be. But, actually, there is another one," she said pointing at the purple ball. "They are believed impossible. The power so strong mimicking gods or should we say, Magic itself. These very little numbered ones are called Arch Mage."
Harry followed the demonstration with interest. "So, in magical power, there are Arch Mages as the strongest ones, then Mages, Sorcerers, witches and wizards and then squibs," He paused to see the elders' nod. "Err... with due respect, why this is more important than me being your heir?"
Melin barked a laugh while Morgana just chuckled. "Which category do you think we are in, Harry?" Morgana asked.
Harry looked thoughtful and replied, "I'd guess the last one, Arch Mage, seeing that you've lived this long."
The both elders smiled. "Right on one," Merlin clapped, "though, which level do you think you are or would be?"
Harry frowned; he had no idea since he had not known himself capable of doing magic before. "I don't know," was all he could say.
Morgana smiled fondly at her humble heir – at least in her opinion, "we don't know either, Harry."
"However," Merlin piped in, "we could surmised that at least you're a sorcerer or a mage."
At Harry's curious look, Morgana said, "it's kind of a heritage, Harry. The line of Merlin would always be stronger and have a better grasp of magic than other normal folks. But enough of this, let's see our family's tree."
Morgana waved her hand and a roll of tapestry flew into the room. Once unfold, Harry was pointed at his own name at the very bottom, which had Dudley's name along his. It was explained that this family's tree was a massive one including all beings, not just magical ones. Harry was startled to see that the Dursley also had some magical ancestors in their past, which was linked very distantly to a magical family called 'Crouch'.
Harry turned back to his name and looked up. Above his name were his parents'. The Evans line was descended from a magical line too. Morgana explained that the Evans line could be called a squib line of pureblood. They, unknowingly, married to all squibs from various pureblood families; Merlin said that it was a destiny that they, Merlin and Morgana, helped weaved over the centuries. Morgana added that it would be explained later why.
The Potters, though also an ancient pureblood family, were not really into the blood purity. Occasionally, there would be some muggleborns or even muggles in the line.
Anyhow, at the top most, the tapestry showed four names. Two of which were Myrddin
Ambrosius and Morgana Le Fay weaved in silver thread; the others were Intra and Rani in gold thread.
Harry was explained about the families and Morgana smiled before announced it was time for bed and that Harry would get more explanation with clear head tomorrow. The boy complied and walked into a small bedroom.
Time in Avalon passed fast and before he knew it, Harry had been living with his two grandparents – Morgana refused to let him called them otherwise – for over six months. The last day of the seventh month, Harry and his grandparents were standing in the clearing where he arrived.
Merlin and Morgana were looking at their heir with pride. Harry, though not aged at all in the past seven months, stood proudly as a four years old boy could be – almost royally. Of course, they were grilled into him by Morgana saying it was his duty to uphold the bloodlines with grace as he was also descended from Intra; the King of Chompu, a kingdom in Asia nowadays, who was also an Arch Mage. Merlin had taught him all about Magic – wand and wandless, defensive and offensive, healing, charm, transfiguration – the first step of magic. Harry was now classed as a full-trained wizard. Morgana took care of additional fields such as Potions, Herbology, Astronomy, Magical beings – creatures and more. Harry had also learnt languages, any known ones since the time Morgana was around in the world, not that she had left at all.
Harry was told to leave all of his things in Avalon, not that he needed them at the moment since he was supposed to know nothing about magic and also he could just summon them if he wanted to use them. He had promised and even swore an oath that he would not abuse his power, though he was allowed to do something if he thought it was needed. Morgana even suggested he did something to his relatives, much to Merlin's displease and horror.
With final farewell, Harry willed himself back to the cupboard under the stair of Number 4, Privet Drive. He hovered over the cupboard's ceiling for awhile watching himself vanished from the small space he was given as a bedroom from his relatives.
Once his other self was gone, Harry lowered down and sat on the cot in his lotus meditation poise. Time in Avalon was slower from the normal world. An hour here would be a month there. Learning to manipulate time, just like using Time-turner, Harry could come back at any moment of time he wanted after spending time in Avalon. The boy chose to come back at the place and time before his trip, a bit early to see his other self vanished. Merlin approved of that and mentioned this would be best since he would not be missed at all if anyone was monitoring him.
Harry spent time contemplating his surrounding and started what Morgana had taught him. He was to survey around the residence of Number 4 for wards, if any, that were set around.
He, to his dismay, could not yet saw the magic itself, though could feel it. Merlin said that as a normal wizard, this could not be helped. He would need to be trained as a sorcerer before he could see magic in the environment. His capacity of being more than a sorcerer did not mean he could do as one, not until his next trip, which was long to come. Harry would miss his time with his grandparents, but it was decided to be best for their plan.
Harry was furious to learn about his parents' faith. He could not find any guilt in his ancestor for what they had done. Instead, he was furious at Dumbledore and Voldemort, the murderers. He understood the GoM's perspective. The Guild of Magic, as its founders – his grandparents described, was established to help keeping their world alive and protecting it. His parents were given choices. Lilly, his mother was quite adamant to follow the plan while his father, James, was skeptical about it. He trusted the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore so much that he accepted Dumbledore's suggestion of going into hiding using the Fidelius charm with Peter as their secret keeper. Even Sirius, his godfather who was left rotting in Azkaban, did not know that the idea he himself had suggested was actually planted in by Dumbledore scheme using Legilimency. James was told even before Sirius suggested that and agreed immediately despite Lilly's protest. Morgana told Harry that she almost suspected James to tell Dumbledore about the GoM if he had not swore the oath of secrecy.
Harry would be introduced to the GoM the next time he visited Avalon. He was given the outline of the organization and even got some of his idea accepted for new gadgets or systems. He was unofficially a member until he could be announced by their current leader, Nicholas Flamel. It was quite a family heritage. The GoM was a very secretive organization based on families' trusts. If there was any sign that the members' heirs were unreliable, the family would accept the judgment of the core members of GoM to be banished from the board. There were over 100 families at the beginning, nowadays it was reduced in number and only a few were there in the board.
Twenty minutes later, Harry opened his eyes with a smile on his face. So, the great Dumbledore felt it necessary to ward his supposed home with just an owl-redirecting ward and a very mild magical beings repelling ward. There were a faint feeling of blood-based ward; after checking, Harry found it was blood protection ward that used his blood to protect the residences of the house. It was almost gone since the ward's strength depended on his feeling to the members. He did not love them, not even like them, but Harry felt thankful to them at the very least for keeping him. He decided to have a talk with his aunt tomorrow.
However, Harry got up and walked out of his cupboard, despite the lock that was place from the outside of the cupboard's door. He did a magic scan around the house once more, this time to check any magic inside it. Recognizing some, Harry's blood boiled.
There were several points in the house that came up positive after the scan. An Odium jinx was placed on several items around the place. Odiously, Harry scowled casting a tracing charm and saw the jinx was directing to him. So, that was why his relatives were so malicious to him. But since the jinx was very mild one, they were not for hating him enough to kill; a bit of hurtful words and acts, might go so far as doing something along the line; another thing to talk to his aunt.
Harry decided to turn in for the night. He was in no hurry anyway. There was something needed to be done, but they all can wait until the morrow.
