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Legacies	By : Frostbite Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14308 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I make no money from writing this story. All orignal characters are my own creations.

Chapter List
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Sorry that the first couple of chapters will be kinda short, the later chapters will be longer.
Chapter two
It was mid afternoon when Harry crossed into the trees of Bree's domain. Now after attending years of magical training at Hogwarts Harry could feel and recognize the magic that hung heavy in the air. After removing the cloak and letting Hedwig fly up into the tree tops Harry started forward and even though it had been years he made his way quickly to the center of the stand where Bree's tree stood. Once there Harry approached the tree respectfully and placed his hands flat against the trunk before leaning his forehead against the tree as well.
“Bree, it's me. I know I haven't been to see you in far to long, but I have no one else to turn to. I had a good reason to stay away, I probably shouldn't be here now, but my uncle is out of town so he shouldn't find out. Please come and talk to me, I almost did something terrible and I am afraid that the pull to go through it will only become stronger if something doesn't change. Only I don't know how to change any of it. It all seems set in stone.
The deaths and the loss can't be changed they're gone and nothing can bring them back. But perhaps some of the rest can be. Something has to give Bree or I don't know if I'll be able to withstand the forces that are against me.”
As he pressed himself against the tree he let all the emotions that he had been suppressing for so long well up and over flow. Tears flooded down his face, and his shoulders shook as he let go of the control he was forced to keep on himself. He let himself feel the pain of all the loss in his life, the pain of never being enough for the only family that he had known as a child and the abuse they poured out on him, and the fact that even in the wizarding world he could never be himself, only the-boy-who-lived. Harry didn't know how long he cried but eventually he ran out of tears and his sobs eased leaving him leaning almost boneless against the tree trunk.
“What has you so world weary and heart sore little one? The trees can hear your heart crying out and it makes them weep.” Bree spoke softly from behind him. “Harry what has happened to make you weep like your life is over? What did you do that scared you enough to make you risk your uncle's beating?”
“You knew why I stayed away? I could face his beating, but I couldn't risk him going through with his threat to burn the trees.” Harry whispered. “You're not mad?”
“No Harry, I knew of his threats. More than anything I wanted you as safe as you could be in that house.” She smiled softly. “Now tell me why you weep, child.”
“There is so much to tell Bree. I don't know where to start.” Harry sighed before looking down and away. “I almost killed my self earlier. Almost slit my wrists. The knife I was using to peel potatoes slipped and nicked my wrist causing it to bleed. When I saw the blood I stood there thinking if death might be the answer to everything. That I might finally experience peace for once. It was Hedwig that saved me, she shrieked loud enough to wake the dead and snapped me to my senses.”
Bree's face was carefully blank as she set amid the trees roots and motioned for Harry to join her resting against her tree. Harry sat down and glanced at his friends face before staring down at his hands. “Can you tell me what has brought you to this point Harry?”
“It's my life.” Harry stated simply. “All of it, from beginning to now.”
Bree grimaced, “Tell me of it Harry, leave nothing out. We will see if we can't change something like you asked. It seems that it is not something that can wait.”
So Harry told her everything from his earliest memory to the events of the year before and the loss of his Godfather. He finished with the prophesy that he had to either kill Voldemort or be killed by him. Harry even told Bree about how he felt that he would never have a life that he got to chose, that he would never be just Harry, only Harry Potter the-boy-who-lived. As he talked Bree listened looking off into the distance with a thoughtful look on her face.
The sky had darkened and the moon had risen as Harry talked and when finally ran out of words he sat and listened to the night sounds as he waited for Bree's reaction. It was a few moments before she turned to Harry and spoke to him in a soft but strong voice.
“You are right in the fact that the deaths are unchangeable, the people who have died are gone. But the death of your parents, Cedric, and the victims of Voldemort do not fall on your shoulders Harry you did not kill them. I will not say that you do not have a part in the death of your Godfather, for that would be a lie, but your part is the smallest of those involved. The largest goes to Voldemort, then Bellatrix, Dumbledore, Sirius,and then finally you Harry. There were too many players playing games for you to take too much of the blame for his death. Voldemort came up with the plan to get to you and the prophocey. Then Bellatrix cast the spell that caused his death. Then there is Dumbledore who did not tell you that Voldemort had gained access to your mind and even went so far as to avoid you instead of explaining what was going on. Information that you needed was kept from you and it had a huge effect on how you took the visions you received.
Sirius chose to come and save you, you were his family, most likely saw you like a son. You gave him a purpose, a reason to fight. Though if you thought about it the poor man probably felt more alive during that battle than he had in a long time. Trapped in his hated childhood home, unable to even go outside for fear of being seen. I would think he would rather go out in battle then wasting away in a house that held nothing but nightmares. So remember him at his best, light a candle in remembrance for him and tell his story for he was a Hero, but do not wast what he gave his life to protect. Do not take the easy way out on the edge of a knife.” The words were spoken in a commanding voice filled with conviction and certainty that Harry could not doubt and it soothed some of the ache in his heart. Bree took a deep breath and moved on to the next issue as she saw it. “Harry you said many times that you would never be normal because of how people see you and expect you to act. That they would never leave you alone to be your own person, the true you that you have yet to even have the chance to find. Do you not see the contradiction in those statements? How can you be normal, which is judged against every one else, and be your true self, which is the accumilation of all your experiences, memories, thoughts, and feelings, at the same time. Do you want to be 'normal', just like every one else, or do you want to be yourself?”
Do I want to be like every one else? Or do I just not want to be what Dumbledore and the Order are trying to mold me into? They want me to be a weapon in the war against Voldemort, one that does what it is told and stays where it is put. If I could be anything what would it be? Harry closed his eyes and thought long and hard on where he wanted his life to go. He realized that he didn't want to be an Auror any longer. The thought of fighting evil witches and wizards all day every day no longer appealed to him. But he also realized that he had very little experience out side his home and Hogwarts, not enough to make an educated choice. He also thought about the people he had met and how they changed him and his views, as well as all the events of the five years at he attended Hogwarts.
Harry took a deep breath and opened his eyes before speaking in as solid a voice as he could muster. “I want to be my own person, some one who learns from their mistakes and achievements, who takes the lessons thrown at him by life and uses them to shape who he is. I don't want to be a weapon for Dumbledore and the Order, but I also will not be some one who sits back and lets people suffer.”
Smiling Bree spoke again, “That is good. Knowing that is a good start. Now Harry you mentioned that you were paying for your school supplies out of a vault left to you by your parents, but you did not mention any other legacies left to you by them. Did they not leave you anything else? Potter is an old pure blood family, one of the oldest if I'm not mistaken. Then there was your mother, she at least must have left you a vault, though the wealth in it would more then likely be in the written word not gold and jewels.”
Harry blinked at her stupidly before sputtering, “Old, pure blooded family? What are you talking about and how would you know what my mother would leave me? Did you know her?”
Bree blinked and cocked her head to the side, “No one told you that the Potters were old blood? That's strange. As for your mother, no I didn't personally know her, but I have heard of her. She was one of a kind. What she did in the hopes of finding her soul mate, very few would have done it. That she found him and birthed him a beautiful baby boy, was the reward for both her belief in her own powers and in the forces that guide all thing.”
“What do you mean? My mother was a muggle born witch, the smartest in her year at Hogwarts, but just a witch. You make her sound like she was something else, some thing other.”
Bree's eyes widened and she reached out and grabbed Harry's arm. “Are you telling me you don't know that your mother was a Fae? One of the last pure bloods with any sort of real power?”
“What! There is no way that my mother was a Fae, she was a witch born into a muggle family. I have lived with her sister for most of my life, her muggle sister.” Harry's voice rose sharply so that he was shouting. “Why are you saying these things?”
“Harry your mother was Fae, there is no arguing that fact. The proof is me. I have guarded this stand of trees for over five centuries, do you really think that I show myself to any muggle or wizard child that takes refuge beneath my trees? I felt the fae blood in you before I even knew your name or the fact that you were Lily's child.” Bree gentled her voice. “Does her being a Fae change anything? She was still the woman who fell in love with your father and gave birth to you.”
Harry thought about it and decided that no it didn't really matter that she was fae, but it did mean that he was at least half Fae. “That means I should be half Fae right, but I don't show any nonhuman traits, so does that mean I'm not her son?”
“No Harry. Most Fae who mate with humans, magical or muggle, tend to bind the Fae traits before birth so that they don't stand out among the other human children. The child is usually told about his or her Fae Legacy around the age of eleven so that they could take a few years to think it over before having to make the choice.” Bree's eyes darkened as she continued. “Harry I'm sure your mother would have made sure that you would know in time to make the decision, but the fact that you are as old as you are shows that whatever plan she put in place fell through.”
“Why does it matter that I didn't find out at eleven? I know now and can make the decision in the next couple of months and get back to you.” Harry asked confused.
Bree sighed, “Because Harry, it may already be to late. How old are you?”
“I turn 16 tomorrow, or perhaps today.” He answer glancing up at the sky.
Bree smiled and let out a joyful laugh. “It's not to late, but you will have to decide today. The day of the sixteenth birthday is the day of decision when those bound chose to either keep the binding or to release the legacy lieing dormant within them. But Harry you must understand that there is no telling how much you will change with the legacy unleashed. It could be only minor changes like hair color and pointed ears, or it could be complete physical changes and new awakened magic and gifts. It will depend on the amount of Fae blood in you, the strength of the blood, and the type of Fae you turn out to be. But we wont know the type of Fae you are unless you go through with the unbinding and see, because type isn't hereditary it is based off of the persons soul.”
Harry stared at her with wide eyes as he tried to process the information that had just been thrown at him in a rush. “What do I do if I chose to do the unbinding?”
“If you wish to undo the binding you must go to the place where the goblins hold sway and tell them that you wish to claim your Legacies. You must make sure to word it that way, 'I want to claim my Legacies'. Do not use the word inheritance as that is a human concept and will not get you the ritual you want, though you may find that you were left with more than you thought. You will also have to tell them that you wish to claim all that is yours, this will bring in any wizard 'inheritance' that you might have just laying around. Lastly let them know that you claim your rights as a sixteen year old Fae, which will help you with a lot of the problems we were originally talking about. Claim all this before leaving the ritual room, as certain parties will most likely be waiting for you when you leave and if it is done before you leave the ritual room they can't interfere with you getting was is rightfully yours. Though if you chose to keep the binding you don't have to do anything just go about your day as normal.” she explain quickly.
“What do you mean certain parties will be waiting me?” Harry asked absentmindedly as he was weighing his options. His legacy was the part of him from his mother. He had mostly his fathers looks and his skill on the broom, but showed little of his mother and now he knew why. It's because the part he inherited from his mother was locked away waiting to see if he would except it or deny it. He could claim his legacies and perhaps use the changes to help him break free from the mold that everyone was trying to fit him into and maybe, just maybe, he could find out more about the woman who birthed him and gave her life so he may live.
“Come now Harry, can you think of no one who may want to stop you from making this decision?” Bree asked with a slight smile on her face. “Some one who wouldn't be happy to see you making decisions on your own?”
“You mean Dumbledore and the Order don't you.” Harry sighed, “You're probably right, he wouldn't be happy at all. But then again this has nothing to do with him, it's my legacy and my choice.
That being said I need to get to Gringotts as soon as I can, though how is a problem. I don't really have much in the way of transport.”
Bree stood up and dusted herself off briskly. “I think I can help you there Harry, wait here a second would you it may take a minute to find it.”
With that she stepped into her tree and disappeared from sight. While he waited Harry thought over all that had been said and what he had learned, and realized that with out realizing it he had already decided to accept his mothers Legacy. A few minutes later Bree stepped back into sight carrying a small pouch in her hands. She held the pouch out to Harry and its' contents clanked together in a sound that was easily recognizable.
“People sometimes pass through my domain and drop things on accident. Other times they come into my domain to cause trouble and they never leave, but while their bodies make good fertilizer the metal monies they carry don't so I collect them and keep them out of trouble. You may have it for I have no use for it and there should be enough for either a taxi or the knight bus that you were telling me about.”
Harry glanced inside and felt his eyes widen at the sight inside. Inside the bag was mixture of different currencies that ranged from the American dollar and British pound to the Wizard Galleon. There was more that enough to catch a ride on the knight bus.
“Thank you for this Bree. You have no idea how much help you have been to me tonight. I think some of it was that I needed to hear it from some one else that I wasn't to blame for all the deaths that Voldemort had caused.” Harry looked down at his feet before adding, “I will pay you back for this.”
“Harry there is no need for repayment. I haven't done that much.” Bree assured him.
Harry's eyes hardened and he repeated, “I will pay you back.”
Bree sighed and nodded as Harry turned to head out of the woods oposit of the way he had come in. The farther away from his house he was when he summoned the knight bus the better it would be. He didn't need his guard seeing him boarding it, that would just be asking for trouble. Harry was quiet as he navigated his way through the trees and around thorn bushes. The trip out of the trees only took a few minutes and soon he was standing on the sidewalk.
“Hedwig,” Harry spoke turning to the bird that had stood silent guard throughout the night and had followed him as he left. “Why don't you wait here for me, this could take a while and you haven't stretched your wings in a while.”
Hedwig hooted softly and bobbed her head before winging her way back into the trees. Harry watched her go before turning to the street and raising his wand. Moments latter Harry was forced to leap back as the Knight Bus came to a roaring stop where he had been standing. When the door opened Harry stepped in with his head bowed and offered Stan the 11 sickle payment and a quiet 'Leaky Cauldron' before taking his appointed bed. Harry barely had time to grab onto his bed before the Bus was moving again.
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