The Rebellion

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Chapter 25: On with the show.



Kingsley Shacklebolt was sitting await for the Minister of Magic to arrive at his office the next morning. As soon as he saw the minister exit the lift, he stood and made himself known.



"Minister, I need a word with you most urgently. The muggle Prime Minister has requested you meet with him early this morning, and it seemed to be very important". Kingsley hurriedly explained.



"The muggle minister asked this? Humph, I've have more urgent matters on my plate than this Kingsley, he'll just have to wait"! Rufus Scrimgeour stated as he made to move around Kingsley.



"Oh, but minister, it's not just him, it was her majesty herself who ordered it"! Kingsley said as the minister tried to push past him.



Rufus Scrimgeour was not a stupid man, no, and he valued his job, so he stopped, and looked at Kingsley to see if he was serious. "All right, I guess I could spare him a few minutes this morning. I take it you will be coming too, or to man your post"?



"Yes minister, I will be in the office just outside his if you should need me". Kingsley replied, holding back the smirk that was trying its best to show through. "Shall we minister"?



Scrimgeour and Kingsley left through the floo and appeared in the office of the Prime Minister at number 10 Downing St. within minutes. Kingsley then took his leave outside.



"Er minister Major, how can I help you this morning, and how are you"? Scrimgeour grumbled out, as he sat before the desk of John Major.



"Not well Scrimgeour, not well indeed. I doubt I'll be in here next year the way things are going, and that's from no help from you lot, or that thing that titles himself Lord Voldermort". Minister major complained.



Scrimgeour flinched at the name, and paled as he wondered about his job too. "Yes, I have found in my short time as the Minister of Magic, that things have a way of changing very quickly. I was left with a total mess to clean up after the last minister, and have already ran into several threatening blackmail and bribery. Of course I never accepted any of it"! Scrimgeour quickly denied.



Minister Major looked over his glasses at Scrimgeour, knowing he was almost as corrupt as the last minister. "What I have called you here today for minister, is to take a little trip out to the Brockdale Bridge, and then go on up to Somerset, to see how much they have got those two messes cleaned up. Her majesty is wanting a report from both of us by tomorrow".



Scrimgeour set back in his chair and tried to gain his breath. He was not expecting this, not at all. Having to work with a muggle was bad enough, but this one, and be ordered about by him. However, if he tried to turn it down, he knew he would be fired by that afternoon, so he grudgingly accepted. "How are we getting there as you can't floo or apparate"?



"Oh well that's easy minister Scrimgeour, we will take my lemo. It will take a while to tour both places, but we will finish by this afternoon, say around half three. So what say we get going eh"? Minister Major said as he rang Kingsley outside to join them.



Rufus Scrimgeour cursed his luck at that moment, and grudgingly followed the Prime Minister from the office. He felt like he was being led, and ordered around, like a brat child.



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Harry, Draco, Remus, and Narcissa flooed to the Ministry of Magic's atrium at half seven that morning after speaking to Kingsley Shacklebolt at six. Narcissa, being under a glamour, stayed back near the fireplaces lining the walls to watch for anyone wishing to slip out unnoticed during the speech.



The three men in the group slowly made their way to the Fountain of Magical Brethren, and waited for Kingsley to give them the sign that it was all clear. When Kingsley's lynx patronus shot into the atrium and disappeared, they knew he had taken Scrimgeour out on a long snipe hunt. All three dropped their glamours, and they stood tall in their gleaming white robes with the large red cross adorning their left breast. The Labarum showing itself proudly in the crosses upper right quadrant. Harry stood in the forefront wearing the sorting hat as his grandfather once did, with his sword hanging elegantly at his side.



Remus reached into his pocket and withdrew a shrunken wooden object, and placed it in the floor just in front of Harry. With a wave of his wand, the object un-shrunk into a raised wooden dais with a podium. When Harry would step up onto the platform, it would raise him a good three feet above everyones heads.



Harry gracefully stepped up onto the dais and behind the podium. He then removed the sorting hat, and with a wave of his hand, levitated the hat into mid air. With another wave of his hand, he cast a sonorus charm on the hat, and told it to begin.



"Here Ye, Here ye, come to order and be quiet"! The hat boomed out, and everyone gave it their attention with dropped jaws. "Everyone come to order for the new Minister of Magical Defense, The Right Honorable, Sir Harry James Potter, Knight Grand Cross, of The Most Excellent Order of the British Empire, and the leader of the new Knights Templar"!



Harry raised his hand, and the old sorting hat floated back into his palm, which he gently placed it back onto his head. He gripped both sides of the podium and looked out over the shocked crowd. He could have heard a pin drop as everyone stood motionless, waiting for what he had to say. With a slight clearing of his throat, and casting another sonorus, Harry proceeded on.



"I am here today to speak to you about the changes that have been made to the magical world. These needed changes have been made by Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II. As you know, corruption has been allowed to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, and Voldermort is back". Harry forcefully stated, and watched as everyone twitched and shuttered over a name. "Well, I was made the Minister of Magical Defense for two reasons. The first was to clean out the ministry, and I have already begun. You all surely didn't think that what happened to Fudge and Umbridge was an accident did you? Well it wasn't, and was just the tip of the iceberg for what I plan to do. The Wizengamot has already had somewhat of a house cleaning, as her majesty installed the privy council, which shut down the making of any new law at their will. A few laws, and rightly so, have been rescinded, and others most likely will be in the future. Any law that discriminates against our magical brethren will be thrown out, and bigotry or prejudice will be stopped cold.



"Second, we are now at war. You may ask, what does this mean? Well, to put it bluntly, we are now under Martial law, and the laws of the army are now the laws of the land. That is for the whole of wizarding Britain. We will be rounding up every death eater, and every sympathizer. They will be finding them a new home in prison, and some a lifetime of it. Tom Marvolo Riddle, or better known to you all as Voldermort, will be hunted down like the abomination he is, and terminated. However, we need help to do this, and I am here to ask for volunteers. The new volunteers that pass inspection, will find they have the better jobs within the army, if they qualify for them. The ones we may have to draft will be mere privates, and most will be on the front lines, or doing grunt work. Now, I look out over you and see several squirming around like they wish they did not have to fight this war, but I assure you, now you do. It's better to join now, than be forced to, and you will be forced by the long arm of the law if need be, and I personally do not want that. We have a quota to meet in one month and three weeks, and that is to enlist two-hundred wizards, or witches.



"Do any of you have any idea what would occur if Voldermort did win this war? You would all be made his slaves, nothing more! Oh, his little death eaters think they will have a place at his side once he wins, but they will not. Most will be killed off so they can not compete with Voldermort himself. He will keep everything, and will take every knut from your vaults. He will leave you all poor, and not care about how you will survive, or your children. If you don't follow him, he will merely kill you, and take everything you have, along with your children. Your children, who he will make murderers of, or rape. Now, are you going to allow this, allow him to corrupt your children, making them his slaves, and be a traitor to your people and the crown? Or, are you going to join us, and fight this abomination, this self-proclaimed lord"?



"Now some may wonder how this war will be financed. I can easily answer this, as new laws have already been handed down by her majesty. Every fund that belongs to a death eater will be frozen, and taken from them to fight this war. Their properties will be confiscated and sold off, and the remaining family will be placed on a government stipend. I can guarantee you this, the wealthy ones will NOT be so wealthy any more. They will have to learn to live like the working class for a change, and be required to find employment to continue to receive any stipend, and after one year, they lose that stipend all together. The Ministry of Magic will not keep them up forever. For any death eater that will leave Tom's service now, we will arrange to let the family leave the country, to go into hiding, and give credit for any information they can give us against any prison time. Any that do not however, it's on their own shoulders, and I highly doubt many of his followers will live through this.



"Now, if there is any of you who wish to volunteer, please report to the aurors office to sign up. After screening, a physical, and an interview, we can bring you into our fold to fight against the scourge that has plagued us for years. I must now take my leave from you, but any who join have my blessing, and that of the queens. Any questions you have, please direct them to the aurors department. Thank you for your time"! Harry finished, and quickly left the dais while several news reporters were yelling questions at him.



Remus quickly shrunk the dais, and placed it back into his pocket. As he turned to meet Harry, he noticed a flash of red come from the floo area, and he began to run through the crowd toward it. He could hear Harry and Draco following him, and all three had withdrawn their wands. When he made it to the fireplaces, there stood Narcissa with her wand, aiming down at a figure in a black cloak, with ropes wrapped tightly around them. All three came to a stop around the figure and Narcissa, and Remus finally spoke. "Who is it Narcissa"?



"Travers, John Travers. He's a death eater, one of the younger ones, in his mid fifties. He murdered the McKinnon's. I caught him trying to skip out at the end of the speech, most likely to tell Voldermort what happened". Narcissa said as she spat on the man laying on the floor at her feet.



Harry reached down and freed the mans left arm, and vanished his sleeve. There, on his forearm was the dark mark, plain as day. Harry then cast an arm lifting charm, and the man was drug up off the floor by his arm and held in mid air. He then cast another sonorus on himself and addressed the gathering crowd.



"You see this filthy little piece of vermin people, see what he is? You think we're not serious? We will take him to the Templar's prison, interrogate him, and we'll find out everything he knows. This man will most likely spend the rest of his life in prison, with his magic bound, and be no better than a squib. He will lose all he owns, and not be able to see any of his family for a very long time, if ever. Whoever he was coming to see here at the ministry will be found, and we will interrogate them also. Somebody here could be loosing a job after today, or maybe more than one. If you want to help us rid our community of this filthy trash, all you have to do is go see the aurors today". Harry finished, and let Travers body drop to the floor with a loud thud.



Remus bent over, grabbed the man up with one hand, and took him through the floo back to Rudloe Manor, then down into the underground stockade. Narcissa followed shortly thereafter, only after checking that both Harry and Draco would be all right. Once Narcissa flooed away, Harry and Draco went to the apparation point, and disapparated to the gates of Hogwarts.



Just as the two young wizards disappeared, Arthur Weasley had just made his way through the crowd to the empty floor where the two had once stood. Well, Arthur thought, at least Harry is all right.



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Harry and Draco apparated at the gates of Hogwarts, and made their way up to the two stone columns that held the two winged boars. As Harry was about to ask the castle to open for its heir, they saw a blond headed figure walking down the grounds toward them. Harry proceeded to ask for entry, and the gates willingly swung open allowing the heir entrance to his home. As both young wizards walked through the gates, the blond teen made his way to them. Harry and Draco stood side by side, and the figure approached. It was Zacharias Smith, one of the very people Harry wanted to see.



"Harry, I had heard the news, but didn't know what to believe, but now after I've seen it... Er, hello Malfoy, it's good to see you out and about". Zacharias said as he looked over the two wizards before him dressed in white robes.



"It's Malfoy-Potter now Smith, I'm Harry's husband", Draco said with a half-glare at the other blond teen. He reached out and took Harry's hand in his to get the point across. Draco couldn't help it, he was the jealous type, all Malfoy's were.



"Oh, well good then, that your on our side and all now. I have a question though, how did you get the gates to open for you? The wards aren't supposed to allow anyone entrance unless a professor or the headmaster allows it"? Zacharias asked, with a concerned expression on his face. He was a Hufflepuff after all, and anything to do with his security made him worry.



"I am the heir of two of the founders Zacharias, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. I also need to speak with you urgently on something. Not here though, but after my meeting with the acting headmaster, or should I say headmistress". Harry explained.



"Er, yes, I just left her office. She's not using Dumbledore's right now. He's still locked up, or so I heard. Word got around that he was stealing you blind Harry, is that true"? Zacharias asked as he looked back and forth between Harry and Draco.



"Sadly to say, it's true. The Goblins at Gringotts caught it, and made me aware of it. They had Dumbledore come into the bank one day, and the aurors were waiting to take him to the ministry. He's been locked up there ever since. I highly doubt he will be back to this school again. That's not all he's guilty of, and in some ways, he as bad as Voldermort". Harry said as he began to walk up the road to the castle.



Zacharias fell into step along with Harry and Draco, making his way back to the castle with them. "Wow Harry, I always thought he thought of you like a grandson or something. I would have never thought he would do that! Plus, we named our student army after the old goat. What about that Harry, will it continue this year, with you as its head"?



"Zacharias, Draco nor I will be back. We are the head of the new wizarding army now, the new Knights Templar. Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth appointed me the Minister of Magical Defense. I'm in the real army now, well both of us. So is Remus Lupin, and the head auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Hell, Draco's mum even belongs! We're recruiting as I speak, and I just gave a speech at the ministries atrium just moments ago. As a matter of fact, we caught a death eater while we were there, a guy named Travers. Remus took him to the armies prison, and I'd say is questioning him now".



Zacharias let out a long whistle at this. "I would like to join Harry, what do I need to do"?



"Well, since your only sixteen, you would need parental permission. However, I have something much more important for you, but I need to make sure about something first. We'll talk about that after we finish here at the school. Plus, I need people here at the school to continue on with the DA, if my hunch doesn't pan out, and the DA will now be called the defense association". Harry said, as the walked up to the huge oak doors of the school, which opened on their own at Harry's arrival.



The three young wizards walked inside, and made their way to McGonagall's office. Harry swung the knocker on the door, and it opened, allowing them entrance into the office. Harry stopped cold when he saw who was sitting in front of McGonagall, it was none other than Severus Snape. When Snape looked over his shoulder to sneer at the intruder, his eyes bugged, and Harry had to restrain the snort he almost let fly.



"Headmistress McGonagall, Professor Snape". Harry said with a nod to each. "Headmistress, may I have a word, I am running on a very tight time schedule"?



"Well, yes Mr. Potter, oh dear, I mean Minister Potter, I am deeply sorry about that". Minerva McGonagall stated as she blushed. "Yes, please come in. Severus, could we finish this in a short bit"?



Severus Snape nodded at the headmistress and stood. On his way out, he stopped in front of Harry. "Minister Potter, could I please have a word before you leave today"?



Harry looked at Snape as if he had been pole-axed from behind. He shook himself, and finally answered the professor. "Well um, yes professor, I will meet with you before I leave today".



Snape left the room, and the three teens entered, taking a seat before McGonagall. "Headmistress, please call me Harry. None of this minister bollocks for you, I'm still just Harry".



"Well then, just Harry, you are the one who the queen herself chose to knight, and make the minister of her new wizarding army. I am so proud of you Harry, and you too Draco. I am so glad you dropped your differences and became friends, or well more than that now it would seem". McGonagall said, as she quickly wiped a tear from her eye with a tissue, from which she had pulled out of a tartan covered box. "I also see you have met up with our young Mr. Smith today, and I wish everyone could see how three of the houses are now getting along. Now then, how may I help you boys today"?



"Headmistress, I need to go into Dumbledore's office to remove an artifact that belongs to me. I am not sure if it is in his office, or in his private chambers. It is a gold ring that has the Peverell family crest engraved on a black stone in its center. The ring belonged to my great-great many times over grandfathers brother. Voldermort ended up with it, and I think Dumbledore found it. I also think that's what cursed him. Would you happen to know anything about this"? Harry enquired.



"Harry, I know he was cursed, as it was I who found him at the entrance of the school, and watched him pass out. Severus took care of him after that, along with Madam Pomfrey". McGonagall stated as she looked at the three sitting in front of her.



"If you will, allow me to try something before we go on a wild goose chase". Harry said, and with a casual flick of his hand, the office door opened. With another flick, Harry said, "Accio Peverell Ring".



Minerva McGonagall was shocked at the power Harry wilded. "Harry, when did you learn wandless magic, and to be able to cast it without a thought, nor without any seeming effort"?



"Well Headmistress, when we found out that Dumbledore had bound my magic as an infant, Draco removed the bind. I had been studying anyhow, and it seemed to just occur naturally, without any effort once the spell was removed". Harry explained.



"Dumbledore bound your magic? He wouldn't surely, but I've often wondered about some of his decisions". McGonagall muttered. "Do you know this as a fact Harry"?



"Yes Headmistress, I do. Draco found his fathers pensive, and several phials of memories, some belonging to Snape. We learned a lot from them, about both sides. It pains me to say this headmistress, but Dumbledore is almost as corrupt as Voldermort". Harry stated.



McGonagall placed her hand over her mouth and gasped. "Harry, if I had known. I tried Harry, I really tried to get Albus to not leave you with your aunt. I had watched them all day, and they were the worst sort of muggles I have ever witnessed, especially your uncle. I almost begged him to not leave you there that night, but he kept assuring me it was for the best. Hagrid didn't care much for leaving you there either, as he was the one who brought you there on that big motorcycle that Sirius owned. Albus just left you there on the porch in a blanket, and left. I couldn't Harry, and I stayed all night to watch over you. I was in my animagus form, and I set on the wall that fences the garden, and watched over you until your aunt found you there the next morning. Oh, If I had only known what he was up to. Harry, after your parents were killed, he hid you away from us the next day, and had Hagrid bring you that evening. That's when he's bound your magic, so nobody could see him do it. I am so sorry Harry, as I trusted Albus. He promised us all that he wasn't like he was, when he was associated with Gellert Grindelwald anymore, but I can see he hasn't changed. What will you do"?



As Harry started to reply, there was a small clanging sound, as if something ricocheted off the door, and a small flying golden object came speeding into the room. With perfect quidditch reflexes, Harry snatched it from the air. It was the ring, there in all its glory. The stone was still in the ring, but it was cracked down the middle. Harry frowned at this, and looked up at the headmistress.



"Um, Headmistress, do you think you could transfigure the ring into something that would make it drop the stone from the setting"? Harry enquired, as he was afraid he would damage it further.



"Let me see it Harry, I think I can". McGonagall held out her hand for the ring, in which Harry handed it to her. She cast a quick spell on the ring, turning it into a round thin hoop, and to two halves of the stone feel onto her desk. Harry quickly picked them up, and placed them into a small pouch he was carrying in his pocket. "Is that all you needed Harry, and is that stone important"?



"Yes Headmistress, it is very important to the war. I now have all three of the Deathly Hallows in my possession". Harry stated with a grin.



"The, the, oh dear! I thought they were a myth all these years. You mean to tell me they were real"? McGonagall asked, her shaky voice just above a whisper.



"Yes ma'am, they are very real, and belonged to my ancestors. The three Peverell brothers had them, or invented them. I highly doubt that death gave them to them as the tale suggests". Harry replied, as he just noticed Zacharias Smith staring at him with bugged eyes. "Calm down Zacharias, they won't harm you".



"But, but, that makes you the master of death doesn't it? According to legend, the one who reunited them would master death". Zacharias stuttered out.



"I think I have already laid claim to that when I was a little over a year old". Harry said with a snort.



"Yes, and you did survive it. It was as if you were the one always destined to unite them Harry. It's as it was meant to be, by another prophecy that we probably know nothing of". Draco finally spoke up.



"You have the death stick Harry"? McGonagall asked.



"Yes, I took, or won the wand from Dumbledore. He had my fathers invisibility cloak too, and it was the other hallow all along. He came to our home, and supposedly 'borrowed' it from my father just before he died. He had never given up the search for the hallows at that time, even after Grindelwald was locked up all those years ago. He finally did give up though, and gave me the cloak for my first Christmas present here at school. Well, that is if he wasn't planning on taking it back if he found the last hallow.



"Dumbledore won the wand from Grindelwald in their last duel, and Grindelwald had stolen it from somebody else. It never worked right for Grindelwald, he never won it. I won it from Dumbledore as he was about to cast a spell, and escape from the Wizengamot". Harry explained as he watched McGonagall turn a deathly shade of white.



"When he found the ring that held the stone, I think he knew exactly what it was. He had to have, as the engraving on the stone is the mark of the hallows, and the Peverell family crest. The ring held something else also, but he destroyed that part, leaving the ring and stone. I would say he put the ring on, and that's how he was cursed. I think he would have came after the cloak next, if I hadn't found out what he was up to by a certain goblin, or rather friend at Gringotts. Dumbledore would have swindled me out of the Potter and Black fortunes if I had not found out when I did. I owe the goblins a lot, and I'll see that they get their rights back in our world.



"Oh lord, and now you have all three hallows to defeat you-know-who. He will not stand a chance, he couldn't. To fight against the powers of the hallows, it would be impossible. It would make you the master of death. You have more to do than that though, don't you Harry? I can see it in your eyes as we speak". McGonagall asked.



"Headmistress, yes, there's more to it than that, in defeating Voldermort. There is some other artifacts that must be found and destroyed first. That's what Dumbledore was doing when he found the ring. The ring was made into one of them, and it had to be destroyed. I'm not for sure whether the stone will still function correctly now that it's cracked, and I'll have to test it to see if it will. That is a task I'm not looking forward too. I'm not certain I'm ready to see the people it will call forth just yet". Harry solemnly explained, as Draco reached out to hold his hand.



"No, I suppose no one would be. It will be hard seeing them Harry, especially one of them. However, take this from an old woman who has seen a lot of death, it will bring closure".



Again, before Harry could reply, Snape ran into the office, completely out of breath.



"Has anyone seen a flying ring? It just took off, and it was something that I was keeping for Dumbledore". Snape asked, while panting for breath.



"It did not belong to Dumbledore, It was an heirloom from my family. One that I am sure he wished to keep hid from me and keep for his own. I summoned the ring, and took back what belongs to me". Harry stated.



"But that was..." Snape started, the paled at what that meant. "What do you know about the ring Potter"?



"Enough, I know enough. I have the other two also". Harry said, as he watched Snape pale even further.



No, this couldn't be, Snape thought. He was already more powerful than the Dark Lord with his powers being un-bound, but to control the death stick, and the other two. Snape shook his head and began to mutter at this. "No...., no, no, no. It can't be, I'm doomed".



"Why are you doomed Severus"? Draco asked, knowing his godfather was regretting the way he treated Harry now.



"It's nothing Draco, and Potter, er, Harry, please come to see me before you leave. I have a lot to tell you". Snape answered, then turned to slink out of the room with a defeated look.



"Now that that's over, I need to explain some things to Zacharias here". Harry said as he turned to look at the blond Hufflepuff student. "Zacharias, are you any relation to Hepzibah Smith"?



"Um, yea I am. She was my great aunt on my fathers side. She had no children, so everything passed to my father on her death. My grandfather and her were brother and sister". Zacharias explained.



"Are you the oldest male child of the last generation below her, or her heir"? Draco spoke up.



"Er, yes, I would be I guess. What's that have to do with anything"? Zacharias said as he watched the other two grinning teens, and a surprised McGonagall.



"Zacharias, I need you to trust me on this. I need to perform a simple test here at the school for it to be confirmed. If all goes well, your life is about to have a huge change". Harry asked as he stood up and walked over to the stone wall of the office. He lay his hand on the stone and thought for a moment, then motioned for Zacharias to come to him.



"OK Zacharias, please let me see the palm of your hand". Harry asked as the boy held out his hand, palm up.



"Now, this will sting a bit, but it has to be done". Harry said, as he quickly run the tip of his wand over Zacharias's palm, causing a small cut to form and bleed.



"Place your palm against the wall, and repeat after me". Harry said, and watched Zacharias do what he was told. "I am of the blood of Helga Hufflepuff. I demand you to answer to me, and thus to my blood". Harry watched as Zacharias repeated the words, and felt the wards shift. The ground shook as before, but only about half as bad.



Zacharias Smith stumbled back away from the wall, and turned to stare at everyone in the room. "What in the bloody hell just happened"?



"Well, first, let me heal you palm". Harry stated, and proceeded to do so. "Zacharias, you are the heir of Helga Hufflepuff, and one quarter owner of this castle, and the property around it. You can command it now to do what you want".



Zacharias looked quickly into Harry's eyes to see if he were lying, and only saw truth shining behind them. He then began to stammer about being her heir, and that he never knew. "Harry, why did you do this"?



"Because Zacharias, I own one half of the castle, as I am the heir of both Gryffindor and Slytherin. There's still one more I need to find, the heir of Lady Ravenclaw. Once we find her Zacharias, her majesty's privy council will then be complete".



Zacharias thought about this for a moment, and then Harry's last words hit him full on. "Harry, are you saying I am a member of her majesty's privy council now"?



"Yes Zacharias, I am saying exactly that. You will come with Draco and I, and be told almost everything. By the queens proclamations, you are now of age. You will have the same benefits as if you were seventeen, or in other words, you are now considered an adult. You will now sit with Professor Lupin, Draco, and I in the Wizengamot. You will control fifty votes there, and will be able to report directly to the queen herself. It is our job to clean out the ministry, and install a new and corruption free wizarding government. You will also be knighted, and become one of the generals in the new Knights Templar. We only lack finding the last, the heir of Ravenclaw, to make up the full council. You wouldn't happen to have any ideas about who that may be would you"? Harry asked.



Zacharias sat down hard in his chair. It was somewhat overwhelming to hear all of this, and to find out he was a founders heir. Finally, he looked around the room, and back to Harry. "No Harry, I don't have any clue who they are. But, there is someone who may, and that someone is a ghost here in the castle. Do you know who the Grey Lady is"?



"Yes, I've already been told about her, but I have no idea which ghost she is. Do you know her headmistress"? Harry asked, eager to find the last heir.



"Yes Harry, I do. She lives in Ravenclaw tower. Since your an heir, and control the school, you will be able to summon her as I can, or any head can. Just call out to her, and she will arrive here shortly". McGonagall explained, still wiping the sweat from her brow from all she had witnessed in just over an hour.



Harry stood up and spoke out clearly, "Grey Lady, I summon you to Minerva McGonagall's office".



The wards shifted as the castle relayed the summons, and withing two minutes, the ghost of a young woman appeared through the wall. "I am the Grey Lady, Helena Ravenclaw, how can I help you"?



"My Lady, we are wondering if you know who your mothers heir is here in the castle now? Are they in Ravenclaw house, or another by any chance"? Draco asked, as he could not stand being left out.



"Of course I know who she is". Helena Ravenclaw explained. "She is in my mothers house, a young sixteen year old witch. She is a seer, and also sees what others can not. People shun her because of this, they think she's insane. She does have friends though, and ones she holds in the greatest regard. You Harry Potter are one of them. You have shown her kindness when others would not. She considers you her first true friend, and you should know who she is without having to ask".



Harry stared at the apparition in front of him, and he grew nervous at his thoughts. Surely it couldn't be could it? He then swallowed hard, and asked his final question. "It's Luna Lovegood isn't it"?



"Yes Harry Potter, she is. She has some of the same gifts that my mother and I have. I would have thought she would have told you that she was the heir to our family. She told me many times that you were her best friend. You were the one who gave her her first chance at true friendship while everyone else turned their heads to laugh at her. Just because she sees things others can not, does not mean she is insane. It only means she is more gifted than most. This school is wrought with bigotry and prejudicial beliefs Harry Potter. I am hoping you can help end that. You are on your way now to doing just that, if you do not mess it up". Helena stated with hope. "I also would like to thank you Harry Potter, for unlocking the portraits of my father and his best mate. They have both been here to visit me in the tower, through visiting other portraits there. It has been so long without them here, and I wish to thank you for it".



"Er, your welcome my lady. I will have Luna retrieve your mothers portrait also if you would like to see her. Zacharias here will retrieve the portrait of lady Hufflepuff, and all four will then be reunited". Harry said, hoping to cheer the ghost up.



"Harry Potter, I am not sure I am ready to face my mother yet. I have done something terrible, and I am ashamed of my actions. I allowed a student here to talk me into giving away the secret of where I had placed the diadem I stole from my mother. He tricked me Mr. Potter, and stole it for himself. I am ashamed of what I have done, and I want to see that it is returned to the castle where it belongs. Then, I may be able to face her". The grey lady said with sadness in her voice.



"Are you speaking of the one she wore to gain her knowledge my lady"? Draco asked, as the other occupants of the room was floored by this knowledge.



"Yes Draco Malfoy, I am. I wanted to be smarter than mother, so I stole it. After I thought about it, I ran away to Albania, and I hid it in a forest there so I would not be caught. It stayed there for years until this young student came to me, asking me about it. He flirted with me, and that was the first time anyone had done that since my death at the hands of the Bloody Baron. I fell for him, and trusted him, but he used me. As soon as I told him where it was, he stole it, and never spoke to me again". The Ravenclaw ghost explained, her voice almost a sob.



"Who was this student, do you remember his name"? Draco asked.



"Yes Draco Malfoy, I do. His name was Tom Riddle". Helena said, and begin to cry.



"Oh dear"! McGonagall exclaimed and rushed over to stand in front of the ghost, trying her best to calm her.



Harry stood up quickly at this, and turned to look at his husband. "Well, we know what the last one is I think. We have to leave now, and go back to the manor. Zacharias, you need to come with us, we have a lot to tell you. If you need to floo your parents, you can use the floo at Rudloe Manor. Headmistress, please inform Snape that we had to leave immediately, and that I will be back tomorrow to speak with him. This is rather important, and has to do with the war".



"Yes Mr. Potter, I will tell him. I guess I will see you all tomorrow then. Thank you for letting me know what has been happening, and good luck to you all". Minerva McGonagall stated as she turned back to the Grey Lady, doing her best to help the ghost.



Harry, Draco, and Zacharias left the castle quickly, and Harry took Zacharias side-along with him as they disapparated to Rudloe Manor.



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Lord Voldermort was in a rage about the speech the Potter brat had given at the ministry that morning. Another of his flunkies lay dead at his feet after he got carried away with his curses. The Potter whelp was telling everybody about his family, about his true nature, and above all, about his filthy muggle tainted blood. Oh yes, he knew some of his followers would now begin to doubt him being a pure blood, and frown upon their master. He would have to deny everything, and kill any who would question him. No, this could not be left alone, he needed to take revenge against that little half-blood Potter brat. He would call another revel, and they would raid somewhere tonight.



"Wormtail, come here, and hold out your arm! I need to call my followers. Potter will have the blood of hundreds on his hands tonight"!







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hieisdragoness18: No, not the de vinci code per se. The Knights Templar's had the job at one time of taking care of all of this, until Jacques de Molay and the last Templar's were murdered in France. It was said that the St. Clair's fled France at that time, and moved to England. It was the Knights Templar's job to protect them, and any artifacts that may have been held.

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