Chapter Five: Heritage.

Harold pinched the bridge of his nose "Is he alright?" He asked calmly, James had a similar reaction he didn't pass out but he did pale a little.

Fleur looked over him, he had a large red mark across his forehead and was a pasty white color. "E is fine." She said calmly "Maybe a 'eadache but other than that, e'll be fine."

Harold sighed "Well, we could wait for him to come to or you could slap him a few times." He said casually.

"We'll wait." She said simply, not even thinking of the other option.

Fleur waved her wand lightly and summoned a pillow for him to rest his head on, she felt her cheeks burn a little with his head in her lap.

"So, Madam Delacour." Harold started "Part Veela? Or Full?"

Fleur jumped a little "Ow did…you know that?" She said softly looking up at him.

"Blond hair, French, I don't see a single blemish or scar. I had a few relations with some Veela." He said rubbing his eyes "The males of the Veela clan are brutal."

"And Very, Very Rare." She said running her hand through Harry's hair a little, tracing his scar.

Harold nodded "Yes, they are and extremely powerful. Too bad they can only bond to a single mate." He said softly, leaning on his sword.

"Were you immune?" She asked looking up at him.

"Yes, I was." Harold answered "Many of the Potter Clan are, some claim it's because we are born of light or move mountains for our friends. I looked deeply into my family's history and haven't found a single Dark Lord. There were supporters yes but not one that was wholly evil." He explained shrugging his shoulders a little. "It seems like he is too."

"Oui, e is." She said with a small smile.

"Anyone else?"

"Well, I have only two other male friends. Only because they can control themselves for a while." She said softly, Viktor and Cedric had strong minds but even they had limits. The last time they hung out she figured that out when Cedric started to sweat and stutter, she and Harry left not to long after that.

"Pity, any female friends?" Harold asked with a sad look on his face.

"Well, I ave Mindy. Emilie can come and go, Olivie is a bit of a bitch when she brings 'er boyfriend around and Zoe is too quiet to care." Fleur explained "I mainly relax around Mindy"

Harold nodded "You never answered my question." He said with a grin.

Fleur rolled her eyes "I am a third generation. My Grandmother is a full and my mother is a 'alf." She answered still playing with Harry's hair.

Harold rose a brow "Creator, you poor girl." He said softly "To have allure only as a quarter. It is very rare, must mean you're strong."

Fleur shrugged lightly "I 'ate it. Most men drool at me, the ones that don't have glassed eyes." She whispered softly.

Harold nodded in understanding "I have seen it." He said simply "In my time I was an Adventure, I explored a lot of Europe at the time. France and Germany were my two favorite places. Tell me they still around? I heard from James about a war not too long ago, Muggles called it World War Two? Lead by an Adolf Hitler?"

Fleur nodded once "Oui, They are both intact. The Muggles are in a time of peace for the most part. Owever, so is the Wizard World." She explained with a hint of distaste, it felt like she was lying. Were they truly at peace? Harry wasn't that was a given at this point.

Harold nodded again "Anyway, I came across a Veela tribe in my youth and well they were only lead by two males and being that Veela live much longer than Wizards or Goblins I do not think they worry too much about the lack of males. Polaros and Azarel, both brothers and both had mates. They were the fathers of a good number of young Veela, such as yourself." He explained casually "Being that I was Immune and basically dying, they gave me shelter."

"Ow did you get urt?" She asked with a raised brow, she remembered hearing stories of Male Veela, they only bonded with one female and it was always one of Pure or Half descent. They were a lot like the High-Elves of old, minus the ears and love of bows.

Harold just smirked weakly "I was er…fighting a Dragon…Red-Tail Xani to be exact." He shifted a piece of his gauntlet and showed a rather dark burn along his arm. "Nasty piece of work that one."

Fleur gasped, the Xani were extinct now because they were so ruthless that Wizards, Muggles and other magical or non magical had to erase them or die. Xain weren't that much larger than a double bus and could breathe an assortment of elements. "Di-Did you win?"

The Portrait shrugged "Not alone, with the help of Azarel and Polaros. We took it down, was a nice place too…Well it was nice before I slept with Polaros eldest daughter by mistake….he was so pissed. What was her name again? Colette or Christelle, I can't remember. She was amazing though." He let out a booming laugh which made Harry stir lightly.

Fleur sighed gently, rubbing her eyes. "Merlin…" She whispered softly, males were notorious for the protection of their Daughters. Where Veela women became like Harpies, the males became like eagles, giant angry flaming eagles.

Harry groaned weakly "Wh-What the." He said softly holding his head "Ugh. My bloody head."

Fleur chuckled a little "Welcome back Sleepy 'ead." She said softly, still running her hand through his hair.

Harry opened his eyes and looked back in Fleur's "I had the strangest dream, you led me to a portrait of my ancestor."

Harold grunted "Well at least he doesn't have brain damage." He said with a cheeky grin.

Harry glanced over at Harold, who waved a little with the Potter grin stuck on his face. They sat there looking at each other for a few seconds before Harry started to laugh "I have to be dreaming, Fleur is playing with my hair and I have an ancestor in this school."

Fleur blushed a little and pinched him sharply.

"OW!"

"You aren't dreaming, this is 'Arold." She said pointing over to him.

"So, I'll ask again Harry, How is James?" He asked crossing his arms, metal shifted lightly.

Harry frowned "My dad has been better, considering he's dead." He said softly.

Fleur helped him up slowly so his back was to the wall and Fleur sat next to him.

Harold frowned "Well, I say it again. Balls."

Fleur sighed a little "James and Lily Potter were both killed by a Dark Lord by the name of…" She trailed off a little, she didn't really fear the name so much as hate saying it.

"Voldemort, he's been trying to kill me ever since." Harry finished.

Harold rubbed his stubble "Well, Tell me Harry. If both your parents and James was an only child." He said with a frown "Who raised you?"

Harry's eyes got hazy and he paled a little "By my mother's sister." He answered shakily.

Harold frowned a little "Lily…James mentioned her, Muggle-Born…YOU WERE RAISE BY BLOODY MUGGLES!" He roared, the wall his portrait was on cracked a little and the background turned into a bright fire.

Harry and Fleur both jumped to their feet.

"Let me guess they beat you? Or tried to force the magic to leave you!" Harold continued, his grip on the sword tightened.

Harry started to shake a little.

Fleur placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"They probably hated you, treated you worse than dirt and any time you showed any real skill, they beat you!"

"STOP!" Harry shouted back, he was a paste white and sweating.

Fleur didn't move, knowing Harry was trying to hold it together for the moment. Harold stopped in mid rant, looking at Harry with a frown and a sad look.

"Shut up, Shut up." Harry said softly, holding the sides of his head, his eyes had a distant look to them. He felt Fleur's hand on his shoulder and he spun around, falling to the ground "Get away!" He shouted, kicking away from both of them.

"Arry, calm down." Fleur whispered softly, keeping a distance from him.

Harry was sweating, with a look of panic stuck on his face. His fingers clutched onto his hair like it was a life line, he started to mumble and pull himself into a fetal position.

Fleur slowly stepped to him, she bent down next to him and started to stroke what hair he wasn't trying to pull out "It's okay….Arry…It's okay." She whispered softly in his ear.

Fleur continued to whisper in his ear, slowly he came over himself. He released his hair, regained some color and stopped sweating, he didn't move much though as Fleur continued to stroke his hair.

"I'm sorry…." Harold said slowly. "I overreacted…."

Harry shook his head a little "No…No…you weren't wrong…about anything…." He said softly.

"What do you mean?" Harold said with a raised brow.

"Maybe you should sit down sir, it's quite the tale." Harry answered back.

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Harry spent the next twenty odd minutes talking about his life, he under played a few things and didn't really mention Sirius not knowing how Fleur would react after all the Dog was a wanted man. Harold for his part stayed silent for most of it, only asking the odd question here and there but over all stayed silent. Fleur wept silently for him, normally he didn't like being pitied but he never went into detail with Hermione or Ron….Ron…just the sound of his name made his blood boil.

If he hated Ron, should he hate the other Weasleys? He would have to see if they acted any different to him. He did just cut his only quick route out of Number 4 though. He would worry about that later though.

"Well…saving the stone from a dark lord at the age of eleven…." Harold said with a laugh "You have me beat kid, Basilisk at the age of twelve I would rather run in terror. You've got some angel looking out for you kid or fate just wants to give back."

Harry shrugged lightly, those were life or death. If he ran from the stone, Voldemort would be back. If he ran from the Basilisk Tom would be back and Ginny would be dead. If he didn't stop the Dementors Sirius would be a lifeless husk of a man. He fought not because he wanted to, but because he had too.

"So you're part of the tournament?" Harold asked slowly, Harry and Fleur nodded "Bloody…Bloody hell, someone is trying to kill you…I mean seriously" He said rubbing his forehead.

Harry nodded "I figured that out…." He said softly.

Harold thought for a moment "Any thoughts on the first task?" He asked crossing his arms. They both shook their heads "When you do, come talk to me. It's normally some type of Creature." He explained then coughed "Now back to the matter at hand, those…family…members of yours…well ours…being they are part of my family now as well."

Harry sighed "Look, sir.. I don't really want to talk about it." He said with a bored expression.

Fleur slapped his shoulder "It will make you feel better." She said in a cold voice, like there was no other way to go about this.

Harry sighed louder "Fine." He snapped, with a glare "I hate my over weight cousin, I've had thoughts of murdering my Uncle for years and my Aunt is my only real family. She's not awful just plain ignorant." He explained crossing his arms with a huff.

"Well…Murder isn't that far out there…if you could prove to the Wizengamot that Vernon did in fact abuse you, by beatings, starving you and mental abuse then…" Harold started.

"E and your Aunt could be thrown into Azkaban…Merlin" Fleur finished without missing a beat.

Harold just grinned "Exactly, it's against the law to abuse a minor. Let alone that of an Ancient House."

Harry rose a brow "Ancient House?"

Harold sighed "Secrets and Keepers, Bloody hell." He mumbled "Yes the Potter House is Ancient, you have an ancestor who knew the founders. We came from the Ancient Wizards of Old long before the Roman troops invaded our shores. As far as I know we aren't a largely wealthy House any longer but we still have Potter Rook." He explained in a calm voice "We were one of the families that set up the Original Camelot Court. In the time of my Lordship I knew Merlin who was the advisor to Arthur, If I recall he made his way to Hogwarts to see which house he would have been. Slytherin by the way."

Harry nodded slowly "So, what was Camelot exactly?" He asked looking up with a confused face.

"It was a place where Wizards and Muggles tried to live in Harmony." He said scratching the back of his head "It worked for a short time before man's greed got the better of him and witch hunts started. War broke out and then Camelot fell…I was told by my grandson that they created a new type of Governing body based on the round table…called the Wizards Council."

"Which was then replaced by the Ministry of Magic in the 17th century." Fleur chimed lightly "What? I know my istory." She said with a prideful look as Harry rose a brow at her.

"Anyway, the Wizards went into hiding. Not from fear but of respect, the Muggles needed more room than us to survive. Places like Hogsmead, Godric's Hollow, Ravenwood, Solitude and Coast of Ghosts came about, with a population of nothing put wizards. Of course you have the other schools that started to pop out as well, St. Ambrose in Ireland, Oak Branch Academy in Britain and then House Winter of Wales." Harold said with a calm smile, he had learned so much from his heirs.

Harry frowned "So, why the whole Pure-Blood thing and hatred of Muggles now?"

Fleur patted him on the head lightly "Wizards 'ave gotten to thinking they are better than lesser beings, Man, 'alf-Breeds, Goblins Ect." She said in a smooth voice, trying to not stress the Half-breed.

Harold then spoke up "At first Blood didn't matter, yes it was how old your House was but not the Blood it came from. Muggle Borns were the First Generation of Pure Bloods and so on. Then I assume when the Wizard Counsel was removed and the Ministry came into play they got into Blood." He explained "I know you've heard Salazar Slytherin say that Blood matters but that is wrong, his descents the Gaunts had twisted his view point into that of supporting Pure-Bloods."

Harry just laughed "Yeah, if anyone would know it's you. Right?" He asked with a grin.

Harold nodded "Of course. Salazar didn't really like Muggles but still. Anyway I am sure you are being missed. Off with you, you know where to find me." He said in a firm voice pointing to the hall.

Fleur nodded and pushed Harry to get up, being she was sitting behind him playing with his hair to keep him calm and collected. It worked well enough so that he only had a few break downs.

Harry grumbled as he stood up and bowed a little to Harold, then walked off with Fleur.

Harold watched them walk off 'If the pattern holds true then it's going to be the Defense Professor, I'll tell Madam Delacour.' He thought to himself, Creatures…They wouldn't use a dragon right? He was twenty four when he fought that Dragon and he barely won with help.

Merlin he hated this school, correction he hated the time and people.

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The around the next week the small group got back together for another study session, Viktor was a few tables away seemingly working on some paper for his school. Cedric was nowhere in sight but Fleur, sitting at the Ravenclaw table knew that he was aiming to pick up on Cho Chang.

Mindy coughed lightly "Ave you done anymore…research into the Storm?" She asked in a small voice, still not used to English.

Harry nodded a little "I got in touch with Andromeda and she agreed that on the next Hogsmead trip that she would meet with me and help me out." He said flipping through a book on magical creatures.

Fleur smiled brightly "Well that is good non?" She asked nudging him with her foot lightly.

Harry shrugged "I guess, just means more work." With that statement Hermione hit him upside the head.

"Prat, you need to work more and you know it. You're not stupid or talentless; you should aim for the second mark because I'm not letting you have top marks." She said with a feral grin, which made Harry shrink in his seat.

Mindy rose a brow "Why does he hang around this one again?" She asked in French.

"He saved her life with Ronald in first year, was a mountain troll. They had been friends since this year, mainly because Ronald thinks Harry is in it for attention and wealth." She explained in a calm manner.

"You know you could just ask." Harry said with a smile, looking up at her.

Mindy didn't bat an eye lash "And where, Mr. Potter, would be the fun in that?" She asked with a smirk.

Hermione groaned "Please! I can't speak French as well as you three. All I know is that you asked about friends, you said troll and Harry's being a prat by his smile." She said running her hand through her hair.

They laughed at the poor bookworm.

"So they have a few guardian creatures, Griffins, Hippogriffs, Golems, Dragons, Wolves, Cerberus and Thunderbirds are to name just a few." Harry said flipping through the book.

"What makes you think they'll be guarding something?" Hermione asked peering over her book.

"Does it make much sense to have students have to fight deadly mythical creatures?" He asked with a bored look.

Hermione bit her lip and returned to her book.

Fleur patter the bookworms shoulder lightly, in comfort of her being wrong.

Harry looked over to Mindy "So, why did your parents name you Mindy?" He asked with a casual tone of voice.

Mindy shrugged "My parents were from America and moved to France when I was born." She answered without looking up from her homework.

Harry nodded in understanding and turned to Fleur "What do you think they'll use? I know Hagrid can get his hands on Dragons, Cerberus', Hippogriffs and Wolves." He said calmly.

Fleur shrugged "Dragons would be different, non?" She asked with a smile.

"Dragons would be suicide." He answered back without missing a second.

"Don't be like that, you 'ave done crazier." She said with a wave of her hand.

"Doesn't mean it's not suicide." He muttered with a sigh "So, why have we been avoiding Cedric and Viktor?"

Fleur bit her bottom lip "Er…Well…They are strong…Oui but..They can't be around me a lot." She answered sadly.

Harry had a look of understanding "Oh…I didn't know it was that bad for them." He answered sincerely.

"Not everyone can be a Potter." She said with a small smile.

Harry gave her a sad smile and turned back to his studies, Mindy had begun to argue with Hermione about the uses of Runes and Fleur just watched with wonder, it felt good to have friends.

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A figure paced lightly in a small cave near Somerset on his way to Hogwarts. He wore light black clothing, slightly worn with weather and exposure. He glanced to his left and Buckbeak his faithful Hippogriff was silently munching on a large fox.

He brushed his midnight black hair out of his face and sat down in front of his fire, where a rabbit and squirrel roasted against the flames. His name was Sirius Black, the more he thought about the situation he was in, the more his blood boiled.

Harry…He let his God-Son, the only thing he knew of as a son back into that hell were the Dursleys lived. Dumbledore had placed Harry there 'for the greater good.' Bullshit. Sirius had observed Number Four for most of the late summer waiting to find Harry alone to talk to him, he had a few openings just they were to public, and in hindsight he should have just taken the chance.

Sirius didn't know much about Wards, he knew his Defense, Runes and Charms, how to hold a Beaters bat and wield a sword. That was just about it, unless you count the years of Political knowledge his Father pressed in his head. Dumbledore said the Wards around Harry's home kept him safe from harm and they were tied with the blood of his Aunt.

Dumbledore was a liar, he had seen firsthand Vernon slapping Harry across the lawn for mentioning magic. The only advantage Harry had here was that it was in the middle of the Muggle world, in some backward suburb. He found Harry because he took an Oath when he became his God-Father. That Oath was what kept him sane and let him know Harry was still alive.

'I Swear on my life, magic and blood that I, Sirius Orion Black shall solemnly swear that I shall care for Harry James Potter, in the event that his parents Lily June Evans:Potter and James Charlus Potter are in a situation that they cannot. I also take it upon myself that I shall to the best of my ability protect my God-Son from harm.

James looked up with a cross between pride and worry, Lily just smiled at Sirius "We weren't going to ask for an oath Paddy.." She said softly.

"You never know in this world Lily, I want to keep Harry safe." Sirius said with a wolf like grin, stuffing his hands in his leather jacket.

James shook his head slowly "You're either the biggest softy I know or the best God-Father."

Remus glanced up from his book, they had been there for a while "Why can't it be both?"

"Prat!" Sirius called out, hitting him upside the head.'

It was a good memory, mainly because Peter couldn't be there to watch Harry be born. The Oath made sure that since he was imprisoned wrongly and he was the only one to truly care for Harry that it kept him sane from the Dementors. Again in Hindsight the whole event last year was slightly crazed even for him, the face on Ronald though was priceless.

So just watching Harry get slapped by that Fat uncle not only made his magic burn, his blood boil but he felt the stinging on his own cheek. Now Harry was having dreams about Voldemort and he was thrown into a Tournament. This was not good, at all someone was playing seriously this time.

The Stone was all a joke, in truth he doubted that Flamel would part with his stone so easily. The Chamber had been just plain blind luck, deadly and retarded that the Supreme Wizard wouldn't know it was a Basilisk. Then all the terror he caused last year, he felt sorry for the poor kid and now he was being hunted by a true enemy.

Sirius rubbed his eyes lightly; he wondered how he could help his ward. Being on the run left much to be desired, at least he had company sort of. Company…it couldn't be that simple.

"KREACHER!"

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Hello Hello, this was a small filler chapter if you will. Just clearing the air and filling a few gaps that people have nicely pointed out. Sirius will play a large role in this story as well but I'm just now introducing him for reasons all my own. I thank everyone for the brilliant reviews and I thank you for the popularity of this story, I know it's not perfect but it's the best I got. Harold will help out with his family history as I had just thrown out there, does anyone have a few better ideas on the situations with Harold? I'm open to ideas. So Review if you want to, I'd like both love and hate.- Sign with Regards 'The Demon'