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Lilly's Secrets	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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17 - Halos and Pitchforks
Warnings: Angst
Harry had a four weeks left to make his decision. Classes resumed the second week in September and Professor Snape had agreed to return to his potions post, was appointed deputy headmaster, the DADA position was still up for grabs, but the headmistress was already sending out her letters for applications. Though she would not say to whom. Harry spent some of his days reading up on potions, he liked the idea of an apprenticeship, but was worried that his skills would be desperately lacking. He would ask Severus questions, the man answered and was happy to see the direction of study that Harry was taking. To him it proved more than an infatuation with the subject, maybe even a passion for it that rivaled his own. Harry was also constantly badgering the castle for more clues; they had two more busts to find. She was being evasive. However, she did find more inopportune times to interrupt her favorite men.
By the middle of August, Harry had decided to seek out the headmistress with his intentions. He walked the well-known path to the headmaster’s office, the Gargoyle moved before he even got within hearing distance and he ascended the stairs. In his mind it was as if he could feel the Castle herself was anticipating this meeting, waiting for his decision, he smiled. She was holding back because she thought he would leave. Harry was chuckling to himself by the time he entered the office. Minerva sat in a different chair, behind a different desk than Dumbledore had sat. She had moved his chair and desk to a corner of the room and cast a dust free charm on them to keep them preserved. She looked up at Harry expectantly.
“I came to discuss my staying for the last year you offered to me back in the early summer,” Harry stated. Her smile grew ten times larger than he had seen it in many months. “I’m glad you decided to finish your last year with us, I am offering an abbreviated diploma to those that did not finish, so do not feel pressured if that is all you need, Harry.”
Harry waved the suggestion off, “I really want to finish the right way. Plus, Hogwarts is my home, and I want to address my apprenticeship. I will be pursuing Potions, and will be asking Severus to allow me under his tutelage. Will there be a problem with our relationship?”
Minerva shook her head, “Not in the least, if you were younger, perhaps, but not now. I will send you all the requirements you need to prepare yourself for the upcoming schedule. There will be more free time for our 8th years, but I am sure you all will manage. Extra dorms have been provided for them, though your home is perfectly acceptable where it is. You all will be treated as adults, as is your right.”
Harry smiled, “Thank you, I think I will go inform Severus now, he has been ancy lately.” Minerva chuckled, “I wouldn’t doubt it.”
Harry left the office feeling as if a weight had been lifted. He was determined to make the next year the best one yet.
“The last two items you need can be found where swords are crossed and poor boys arms are broken…” Hogwarts whispered into his mind… a hint of glee tinged her words. Harry stood still, just outside the main castle; he turned around and looked up. That was too easy.
Harry called for his broom and waited.
The broom landed in his hands, the weight felt good and solid. Harry closed his eyes and remembered… He remembered the feel of that first broom flying into his hand, the anticipation when he mounted it and the anxiety when poor Neville took off for his flight around the castle roof… through the angels and gargoyles and then the falling…. Harry’s face was lit up with a brilliant light as he remembered flying for the first time, the speed, the freedom, the chase.
It was for the chase that he had the passion, He mounted his broom and took off… looking for the spot where Neville broke his arm 7 years earlier. He found it without much effort, the saint standing tall sword uplifted. Flying past the figure, he moved towards the other roof top figures he passed many times as he flew around the castle. There were gargoyles, demons, angels and more. Then just past the tower where he battled the Dragon during his first challenge, was the demon figure. It was holding onto a pitchfork, kneeling in defeat to the Angel with two crossed swords raised in victory. Harry drifted closer, lowering himself to the ledge, and dismounted as he approached the figures. At the feet of the angels were two busts, hidden in the stone folds of the angel’s gowns. Harry picked both up, shrunk them and put them in the pocket of his robes. He sat down and looked out, surveying the view. The lake shone in the light of the summer sun, the mountains were green and alive, the air was clear, the clouds were light, and nothing matched the beauty or the serenity of Hogwarts. He breathed in the clean air, and let the sun hit his upturned face.
Harry was allowed a few minutes of peace, before she broke in, “When you’re done basking in my glory… Take the busts to the Great Hall for the revealing.”
Harry smiled, took a few more minutes to breathe in the peace, and then stood and mounted his broom. He loved flying. He dove, twisted, and circled the cottage several times before he descended and dismounted. His face was flush and his eyes were lit up when he walked in.
Severus knew that look, he enjoyed seeing Harry sport it, the raw beauty of Harry was on display whenever he flew, and Severus drank it in.
Harry reached the mantel in the parlor and grabbed the two busts already displayed there. “Care to finish this last task with me?” Harry asked, pocketing the two and holding out his hand. Severus was curious, and he knew how much tasks were important to Harry, he would follow the man anywhere if need be. He reached out and placed his larger, thinner hand in Harry’s and was swept off his feet in a moment.
They landed gracefully in the Great Hall; it was empty, but still very imposing. No table or chairs lined it, only the head table was still present. Harry was looking around, and pulled out all four busts from his robes, still shrunk, they all fit in his palm. Harry started walking, hand out as if an invisible rope was pulling him. Severus walked behind Harry, wand out for whatever reason it may be necessary. Harry stopped just behind the head table, and was pulled to the right, away from the smaller mirrors of ecifircas. There was a rather large stone set in the wall, and Harry raised his wand and pulled the stone from its setting. He enlarged the busts and placed them each side by side into the shelf left by the large stone. Unsure how to arrange them, he noticed indentations in the ledge as if each piece was meant to fit in a certain indentation. The bust of Slytherin fit in the last indentation on the far right, followed by the bust of Rowena Ravenclaw, then Godric Gryffindor and lastly Helga Hufflepuff’s. Harry stepped back after he placed the last bust and waited. A small block of stone below the busts slid out like a drawer, inside lay an old piece of parchment and a golden key. Severus leaned in and looked at the old parchment, “May I?” he asked Harry. “Why not.” Harry offered, reaching in for the key and handing the parchment to Severus. The key was small, gold and had the crest of Hogwarts engraved on it. He wondered what to do with it, and he guessed his mother’s parchments would answer that. He raised his wand and called for them as he moved to the head table where Severus was unrolling the parchment.
“Harry, you might want to see this.” Severus called; his tone was imbued with a bit of awe.
Harry moved to peer over his shoulder and stared at what looked like the family tree of the four founders… and it looks like they each had children with each other. Severus pointed out the Ravenclaw/Slytherin line and traced it down further until one of the last names jumped out at Harry… Evans. Looking further down it seemed that the whole family trees seemed to branch out wide, and then slowly funnel down until one name appeared at the bottom. Harry Potter. Harry looked at Severus and then back up the parchment reading the other side. It seems the magical Potter line came from the Gryffindor/Hufflepuff alliance, and the Evans from the Slytherin/Ravenclaw line.
“This means you are the heir of all the founders, Harry. The last of all the lines. This Tree has been charmed to self-fulfil on birth and deaths.” Severus stated.
“Ewe… that means I was related to that ‘thing’?” Harry said. Severus combed over the tree and pointed out the Gaunt line, ending in Tom Riddle. Looks like fourth cousins twice removed. “Why then could I not control the Basilisk? Didn’t the heir get that ability? That’s what Tom said in the Chamber.” Harry ventured. “Did you try?” Severus asked. Harry thought for a moment, “No...I didn’t. I just believed Tom. I could have avoided the whole mess.” Harry muttered. “Don’t do that Harry, it wasn’t your fault, plus, you would have confused it, nothing more as you both were able to control it. I do not think the outcome would have been as good if you had tried. Don’t blame yourself for the past, there is nothing to do but move forward.” Severus said softly, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulders. Lilly’s parchments came flying in at that moment and lay on the table in front of Harry. He spread them out to read.
"A history and an Inheritance... Inside the vault for the key you now possess is a chest for you. The castle is yours by birthright, and all the treasures of the founder’s lines, all the keys will be in the vault of the heir. Your father and I only found out after you were born. The lineage quest was foretold by your midwife who was also a seer. There is also a curse on my side of the line. Look to the past and read about the ‘curse of the emerald eyes’ as it is written in my diary that I left for you. Break it if you can, my son. Your soul mate is key to the curse, look to him, but don’t lose him, the seer saw your union. We love you and hope you find the happiness you deserve.”
Harry had tears in his eyes, they were done with his mother’s quests. It was like another goodbye when he wasn’t ready. Severus enclosed Harry in his arms, resting his head onto the unruly mop of hair. “When do you want to tell Minerva?” Severus asked. Harry mumbled, “I’ll tell her after we visit Gringotts. I need to see what is in there, and I want to know about this curse before either of us gets hurt.”
Severus nodded. “Let’s go home.” Harry said. This time they walked in silence.
It was late in the day and they had planned to go out to get School supplies later in the week. They were to meet up with Hermione and Ron’s family at the Leaky Cauldron on Friday.

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