AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey everyone. Here’s the long awaited Chapter Ten. I hope it lives up to expectations. I’m leaving for vacation on Monday and after that I have repeat exams on so the next chapter will probably be ready late August or early September. A huge thank you to my beta readers: Treck, Julia and Stercor!

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Return of the Potters

Chapter Ten: Esperienze su due mondi

Silvery white hair billowed behind the tall form of Albus Dumbledore as he swept gracefully down the hallways of Potter Mansion. The castle had not been the same since the Harry left for Isis yesterday morning. The boy’s infectious laughter, pranks, and mischievous smile had become so commonplace during the last two weeks that Harry’s presence was sorely missed. Lily and James seemed perpetually worried and Albus couldn’t blame them. Harry had been through so much and yet he still remained so pure-hearted and just. The weight of the world was on his young shoulders and all he could do was worry about his friends and family. Harry’s selflessness was an admirable quality that could also be terribly irksome at times.

The doors to Potter library swung open with effortless grace and quick sweep of its peaceful and comfortable confines showed that the two elder Potters were nowhere in site. The aged face of the greatest wizard in the world suddenly lit up as inspiration struck. Quickening his pace slightly, the Headmaster headed towards Harry’s chambers. Albus, old boy, you’re losing your touch! He mentally chided himself.

The doors to Harry’s chambers were large oak creations engraved with a stag, werewolf, and a Grimm standing around a single lily flower. A rat had been included in the engravings but Harry had gotten rid of that as soon as he saw it. Once again, the doors swung noiselessly open to reveal a private lounging area done in shades of green, brown, and cream. Although beautifully decorated, the room was disappointingly empty so the Headmaster moved to the first door on the right, which led to Harry’s bedroom.

The sight that greeted him brought up a flood of memories long forgotten.

James sighed as he walked into his son’s room. Lily was fast asleep over the dull red duvet. James’ breath caught in his throat as he gazed at his wife. Her deep red hair spilled across the pillow in luxurious locks and her thick eyelashes rested on pale, flawless skin. Her lips were parted softly and a slight frown marred her features. James scowled upon noticing this. Lily had been having nightmares ever since their memory recollection. Remus thought that this was because she still needed to come to terms with the hardships Harry had faced. Though very mature, Lily was, in essence, still only twenty-one years old. A soft smile lit James’ face as his thoughts drifted toward his son. Harry was the type of person James strived to be. He was a true embodiment of all four Hogwarts houses. The boy was more than a little cunning and had a sharp wit that many Ravenclaws would envy. His loyalty to his friends was unmatched by anyone James had ever known, save for Sirius and nobody who knew Harry doubted he would gladly give his life if it meant someone he cared about was left unscathed. Despite all this, anyone who suggested Harry should have been placed somewhere other than Gryffindor house desperately needed to be checked into St. Mungo’s. James highly doubted that anyone bar Godric Gryffindor himself possessed such copious amounts of courage and pride. This, of course, often proved to be a hindrance.

While it was admirable that Harry didn’t go to Minerva about the detentions that Umbridge hag forced on him, only pride stopped Harry from going to Dumbledore. At the time, Dumbledore still had enough power to stop these detentions. However, the Headmaster had been ignoring Harry and this hurt the younger wizard. James knew that Harry would never ask for help. This was mainly due to his life at the Dursley residence. James scowled as he thought about the foul muggles that were totally undeserving of Harry’s help. Yet, his help was what they got, even after the way they treated him. James knew Harry was unhappy about helping his relatives but Harry would do what was right over what was easy any day of the week. It was just who he was. Suddenly and idea struck James. Anyone who knew him would be very wary of his expression, it was the ‘somebody’s about to pay for what they’ve done’ look, that Remus was convinced was patented by the Potter line. It was time for the Marauders to make a comeback, even though there were only two left, and James knew the perfect victims.

“James?” a disgruntled voice broke through the silence in the room, “What are you planning?”

James looked up so fast that he got a crick in his neck. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he failed to notice that Lily was awake.

“Nothing dear. I’m just thinking.” James smiled down at his wife and gently brushed a russet strand of hair away from her face.

“Don’t give me that Mr. Potter! I know you too well!” Lily sat up in bed and mock glared at her husband.

“That you do, darling, that you do!” James chuckled. “I was merely planning to rope Remus into a prank on Petunia and her husband.”

“Really?” Lily was fully awake by now and tossed her hair away from her shoulder before peering curiously at James. “Do you think you could rope me into this prank as well? I’ve been dying to get back at my sister!”

“Brilliant! You’re great at pranking!” An excited gleam entered James’ eyes and he beamed at his wife.

“Good to know I’m appreciated,” Lily’s voice was dry.

“You’re more than appreciated, love,” James’ gaze intensified as he righted a strap of Lily’s top that had fallen off her shoulder.

“I know,” the redhead replied as she straddled her husband’s lap and draped her arms around his neck, “I love you, James Potter.”

“And I love you, Lily Potter.” James tightened his grip on Lily’s waist and bent his head to meet hers in a searing kiss.

Albus Dumbledore, who had been standing unnoticed in the doorway, cleared his throat while mentally cursing his timing for interrupting such a tender moment.

Lily broke the kiss, and briefly leaned her forehead against James’ as a regretful sigh escaped her lips, before turning to the Headmaster and raising an inquiring eyebrow.

“I am sorry to interrupt,” Dumbledore said, “but I have a proposition for the two of you.”

“Really? What is it?” James asked with ill-disguised curiosity. When the headmaster had that particular twinkle in his eyes anything he proposed was bound to be interesting.

“Well, as you both know, Minerva and Filius are both members of the Order.” The Headmaster began, “The war has intensified greatly since June and I fear that they may have a problem balancing their work for the Order with their teaching duties.”

“No offence Albus, but what does that have to do with us?” James asked with a puzzled frown.

“James, you are undeniably a master at Transfiguration. In time I have no doubt that you will surpass Minerva herself. The applies for you and Charms, Lily.” Albus said causing the couple in question to blush. It was a well-known fact that that Filius Flitwick and Minerva McGonagall were the world’s best Charms Master and Transfiguration Mistress respectively. Albus had paid them no small compliment.

“I would greatly appreciate if the two of you would be willing to come to Hogwarts to teach first to fifth year Charms and Transfiguration.” Dumbledore continued. For a while there was complete silence then James erupted.

“You can’t be serious Albus! Me? Teach? Moony’s the ex-Professor, why don’t you ask him?” The raven-haired man exclaimed.

“You and I both know that Remus will never take the position after what happened.” Dumbledore softly said.

“James, think about it.” Lily, ever the rational one, urged, “We’ll get to see Harry the entire year and not just at Christmas and Easter.”

James face lit up at that. Both himself and Lily had been dreading the arrival of August 31st. They had only just woken up and they weren’t quite ready to let Harry leave for school yet. Everyone else got eleven years with his or her children; James and Lily got 16 months.

“We’ll do it!” the bespectacled man smiled.

Dazzling emerald green eyes surveyed the landscape with blatant awe. Lush, undulant planes stretched as far as the eye could see to meet snowcapped mountains on his right, and the sea to his left. The sound of running water alerted him to the presence of a nearby stream. Directly ahead of him stood a white castle that was an exact replica of Hogwarts and behind him was a dense evergreen forest. The sky was crystalline blue and the bright sunshine lent an almost golden glow to everything. The songs of many species of birds blended together to form a cheerful medley and some deer could be spotted in the distance. All in all, the place was idyllic.

A small smile crossed the Sophus’ face as he watched Harry. The soon to be sixteen-year old was showing the same reaction Sophus himself did upon first arriving on Isis.

“Wow!” Harry breathed, “This place is beautiful.”

“I said the same thing when I first came here,” Sophus chuckled, “Come now, little one. We must hurry, there is much to do.”

The powerful old mage started to stride across towards the castle at pace that Harry could easily keep up to, thanks to Kingsley’s training.

“Sir?” Harry enquired, “Did the founders come here before building Hogwarts?”

“No Harry, they did not. The castle you see in front of you was modeled after Hogwarts, not the other way around. And please, call me Sophus, there is no need for formality.”

“Sure! So, what exactly is the embodiment of magic?”

“Ah! Now there is a complex question if ever there was one,” Sophus scratched his chin thoughtfully before continuing, “As you know Harry, magic is a semi-sentient thing. It can move and it can change according to the spell used, but it cannot think. It cannot control, or regulate itself. Magic needs an anchor, without one all the magic in the world would simply keep accumulating until, eventually, there was too much to be contained by the earth and the planet would explode,”

Harry’s eyes widened at the last sentence but before he could say anything Sophus continued speaking.

“Of course,” The current embodiment of magic said, “it would be millennia before enough magic accumulated for this to happen but it would happen none the less. Becoming the embodiment of magic is a wonderful gift, Harry. You become connected, in a way, to everything on the planet. You are here to receive your powers Harry but understandably you need to be trained in them. More specifically, you will be trained in their control. For example, shutting out background noise, which, you will find, can be most distracting. You, Harry, will become magic.” Sophus turned to find Harry frowning at him.

“Why me?” Harry questioned, “I mean, I’m just a kid. What if this all goes to my head? I’ll become just like Voldemort! Wouldn’t this job be better suited to someone like Professor Dumbledore?”

“Those muggles really did a number on you, didn’t they?” Sophus sighed and continued his explanation, “Don’t you think, little one, that the God’s are very careful about who they choose? The trials you have endured are more than enough proof that, as long as your friends and loved ones are with you, you will never turn evil. We have waited a millennium for someone like you, Harry.” Sophus smiled at the younger wizard.

“A millennium? But does that…would I…how…my friends…” Harry stammered to a halt, unable to form coherent sentences through his incredulity.

“Yes, your friends will pass on before you do, but that should not be a problem. Once you receive your powers you are free to cross realms.” Sophus said, seemingly reading Harry’s thoughts.

“Realms?” Harry asked as he frowned in confusion.

“Yes, there are three realms, those of the Dead, the Living and the Gods. The realm of the Dead is, of course, subdivided into what is commonly known as Heaven and Hell. One of your powers as the embodiment of Magic is that you are able to cross to these realms as you please without dying or becoming a God.”

“Ah, that explains things.” For a while the pair walked in silence as Harry absorbed all he had been told. At the bottom of the stairs leading to the castle they stumbled across an injured deer. It was lying on its side with a huge gash across its abdomen.

“Lions,” Sophus said as he bent down to examine, “it’s a miracle she made it all the way out here and is still alive.” The old mage placed his hands a few centimeters above the wound. Harry watched in fascination as a brown light engulfed both the cut and Sophus’ hands. Slowly the wound diminished until it had disappeared completely.

“You will be able to do that soon,” Sophus smiled and said when he noticed Harry’s awe-struck expression. He stood and beckoned to Harry, “Come, little one, there are people you should meet.”

The doors to the castle swung noiselessly open to reveal four people standing in the entrance hall. Harry’s jaw dropped.

On the far right was a beautiful witch with long, golden blonde hair that fell to her knees in gentle waves. He cerulean blue eyes held intelligence that remained unrivaled for thousands of years. Her tall, slim form was clad in a royal blue dress with a deeper blue bodice, which was decorated with bronze needlework and laced in the front with bronze cord. Her skirts were gathered at the hem to reveal underskirts the same shad of blue as her bodice. The sleeves of the woman’s dress fell in a wide bell to her knees and were slit down the sides to enable free use of her hands. A bronze ornament hung from her heir onto her forehead and a thick black cloak with bronze lining was draped over her shoulders.

Next to her stood a tall, muscled wizard with hazel eyes. His inky black hair fell to his shoulders in sleek waves and a few strands were pulled back from either side of his face and held back by a strap of leather. He was clothed in dull gold body armour and black pants that were tucked into a pair of boot that were the same dull gold as the armour. The body armour ended just below his wais exposing a piece of brown leather that was slung around his hips. Attached to the leather, at his right and left hip respectively, were twin daggers and a huge broadsword. Both the sword and the daggers had ruby encrusted hilts that were very familiar to Harry. A deep red cloak hung in regal folds from the shoulder pads of his armour.

Next to that man, who was obviously some sort of warrior, stood another man, equally tall but of a much thinner figure. He wore heavy, deep green robes. His hair was short and brushed away from his monkey-like face and cold grey eyes. Adorning the hem of his robes was a pattern of silver snakes. A green cloak with silver lining hung from his right shoulder but the most noticeable thing about the man was the enormous, venomous looking snake that was resting across his shoulders and back.

Last came a witch who was much shorter than the rest of her companions. Her sleek brown hair hung in a glossy sheet down her back and tall, yellow, conical hat with a black brim and a piece of sheer black fabric hung from the tip of her hat and reached the small of her back. The woman’s slim but curvy figure was clad in a yellow, off-the-shoulder gown with a thick black line running along her skirt, a few centimeters from the hem. A light black cloak was draped in such a way that the woman’s shoulder remained bare. The cloak was clasped at the base of her throat with a gold pin in the shape of a badger. Her jade green eyes held levels of compassion and kindness that surpassed even that of Molly Weasley.

Harry was shocked speechless. Standing in front of him were four people thought to be dead for thousands of years. Standing in front of him were the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“Ron Weasley! Where do you think you’re going?”

Ron paused mid-step and swore silently before turning to his angry girlfriend with a tentative expression.

“Um…to the bathroom?” he asked with a very uncertain voice the silently cursed once more when the someone’s-about-to-receive-a-lecture glint entered Hermione’s eyes.

“We’ve discussed this Ronald!” Hermione snapped, “If we’re going to be any help at all to Harry then we have to study! Most of the Death Eaters have at least twenty years more experience than we do. How can we hope to fight that? How can we hope to fight people knowledgeable in the Dark arts with spells like the Wingardium Leviosa Charm? We…”

“I know, Hermione!” Ron interrupted causing his friend sputter of indignantly, “But we’ve been studying non-stop for five hours! Don’t you think us mere mortals need to take a break?”

“Loathe as I am to admit it,” Ginny said as she rubbed a weary hand across her face and pushed back her silky mane of hair, “my brother does have a point.”

“Not all of us are workaholics,” Susan added, then promptly blushed at her own boldness.

“I have an idea,” Marietta said, “Why don’t we practice some of the spells we’ve learned?”

“We can conjure dummies to practice on.” Cho added.

Suddenly Hermione’s eyes glazed over and she started muttering to herself. Most of the group gave her baffled looks but Ron just rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Spit it out Hermione,” the second youngest Weasley said. Hermione glared at Ron then started to explain.

“Well, I read about this spell that, when cast on an inanimate object, will gauge the strength of any spell that object is hit with. Now, you all probably know that the power range of a person’s magic depends on the power levels which should have been recorded at birth. My parents are both muggles so I found this book in third year that will tell you your power level if you don’t already know. Professor Dumbledore’s, I’m told is around 88.” Hermione stopped when she noticed the astonished looks she was getting from Cho and Marietta.

“The Power Level Charm is considered too difficult for the NEWT syllabus.” Marietta said.

“The only people to study and attempt to learn it are Aurors in their final level of training.” Cho continued. “So excuse us if we find it difficult to believe that you were able to perform this charm at the age of thirteen!”

“Well Harry could produce a Patronus at 13 when it’s supposed to be impossible to produce before the age of twenty one, maybe eighteen for a powerful wizard,” Hermione declared hotly. The she seemed to deflate. “Besides, the reading I got was…let’s just say I don’t think it worked.”

“Well, try it on me and I’ll tell you if it’s correct.” Cho said.

“Alright then.” Hermione pointed her wand at Cho and intoned the words, “Mana ‘Iliwai!”

Almost immediately fluid royal blue numbers appeared over Cho’s head.

“Sixty? Is that right?” Hermione asked, nervously chewing on her lower lip. Cho quickly shook herself out of her stupor.

“Yes, that’s absolutely perfect.” She glanced appraisingly at the bushy-haired girl. “Wow, Granger. You really should have been in Ravenclaw!”

“No she shouldn’t,” Ron draped an arm around his girlfriends shoulder, “Hermione may be smarter than any raven but she’s a lion through and through,” he said, using the slang terms for Ravenclaw and Gryffindor house respectively.

“You’ve got a point,” Susan said, “Does anyone else need to know their power level? Mum kept a record of mine, it was 55.”

“Our Mum did the same,” Ginny said, “Mine and Ron’s are both 67.”

“Mine is 60,” Hermione said.

“And mine is 55,” Marietta finished.

“Okay, do you all know how spell power is measured?” Hermione asked. Seeing Ron, Ginny and Susan’s blank looks she started to explains. “Like I said, the power of a spell cast by a witch or wizards depends on that persons magical power levels. Spells power is measured of a scale of 1 to 20. A magical power level of 35 to 50 means you can cast spell ranging in power from 1 to 5. One of 50 to 70 means a spell power of 1 to 10, 70 to 90 means spell power of 1 to 15 and a magical power of 90 to 100 enables a person to cast spell up to a power level of 20.”

Following that explanation, Cho an Marietta conjured five dummies between them and Hermione cast the Power gauging spell on each of them.

“I’ll go first,” Marietta said, “We’ll use the Stupefy jinx since we can all do that.”

Marietta’s spell had a power level of 7, well within her range, and she frowned lightly in disappointment. Susan went next and her spell had a power of 6.

“Excellent!” the bubbly blonde exclaimed, her blue eyes twinkling happily at her result. Cho went next. Tossing her long black hair over her shoulder, the beautiful Asian witch pulled back her sleeves and yelled,

“Stupefy,” instantly royal blue letters formed above the dummy’s head to read the number 8 and a half. “Not bad,” Cho smirked.

Hermione went up next and discovered, to her consternation, that her stunner only had a power of 8. I was at least hoping to draw with Hoe Chang, the brown haired witch thought. Ginny went next and produced a spell power of 8 and a half, causing Hermione’s scowl to deepen and Cho’s eye’s to widen.

Ron approached the dummy with a bit of apprehension. The girls had gotten really good results and he didn’t want to appear weak. Expecting the worst, Harry raised his wand and muttered the curse. Chocolate brown eyes widened at the numbers that appeared.

“Ron?” Cho asked, “Are you sure that your power level is 67?”

“Yeah, My mum recorded it at birth.”

“Then why the hell is your spell power 12 when it should be impossible for it to be over 10!” Marietta exploded. Ron just shrugged and turned to look at her with a puzzled expression.

“Can I check your Power Level again?” Hermione asked. She then performed the spell upon receiving an affirmative nod from Ron.

“Bloody hell!” Ron exploded, “75! How the hell did it reach that? Not that I’m not pleased but this sort of stuff usually happens to Harry….”

Everyone was silent as they tried to figure out how Ron’s power level had increased by 8 points, a phenomenon previously unheard of.

“SOPHUS! You had better control that damn brat or I swear I’ll….”

“Calm down, Salazar.” Sophus smiled benignly at the incensed wizard, “What ails you, young one?”

“Potter,” Slytherin spat the word with contempt Voldemort himself would envy, “has deemed it necessary to prank me again.”

Sophus shook his head and sighed, “What did you do this time?”

“Not a thing!” one of the most feared wizards of all time sputtered, “It grieves me that you so readily assume I would provoke…”

“He tried to put a truth spell on Harry and question him about his past,” Rowena said as she stepped out of castle. The bright sunlight picked out the natural highlights in her hair making it seem as if the founder of Ravenclaw house was surrounded by a halo of gold.

“I really don’t understand why you’re having such a hard time believing the boy, Sal.” Godric said as he too joined the party.

“Not that it’s any of your business, Gryffindor,” Salazar sniffed, “but I find it impossible to believe that a person can face what Potter has faced and still stay so true to the light.”

“It becomes my business Slytherin, when you insult my heir!” Godric armour glinted in the sunlight and brought out the gold flecks in Godric’s angry hazel eyes.

Harry, who was watching the scene unnoticed from a secluded balcony, thought that Gryffindor looked more intimidating than an angry Dumbledore; something the emerald-eyed boy had previously deemed impossible. Harry had a great deal of respect for his headmaster and was in awe of the power Dumbledore possessed. Indeed, Harry was so caught up in his musings that he failed to notice what Godric’s words implied.

“YOU SWINE!” Salazar’s angry shout broke Harry from his reverie and he looked down in time to see Salazar charge toward Godric with a sword in his hand. Godric expertly drew his own sword and blocked the attack.

Thinking quickly Harry summoned the two swords and deftly caught one in each hand.

“Will the two of you ever grow up?” Harry’s voice was soft but dangerous enough to make the two wizards’ eyes widen slightly. “I have only been on Isis for a week but I am already sick to death of your constant fighting! Godric, Salazar is not about to turn evil just because he dislikes muggle borns! We already established that the Basilisk I fought was placed by his descendants and not by him, so why do you INSIST on bringing up the topic time and again!”

Salazar smirked and Godric sheepishly lowered his gaze but the old parslemouth quickly copied Gryffindor’s action when Harry turned on him.

“As for you Salazar!” Harry hissed, “Don’t you think it’s about bloody time you took out the wand that shoved up your arse? The world does NOT revolve around you just because you are the oldest living pureblood! It’s about bloody time you realize that!” As Harry continued his tirade he was unaware that it was more his image than his words that kept the two older wizards silent as they were berated by a fifteen year old. The sun was behind him casting an aura of light around Harry that contrasted sharply with his silky, ebony black hair. The lighting enhanced his slightly tanned complexion and made his emerald eyes stand out like twin fires in a dark room.

“If hear any bitching from either of you during the next week I will prank you both speechless. Do either of you doubt me?” When the people in question stayed silent Harry nodded sharply and tossed back the swords before turning on his heel and stalking off the balcony.

Meanwhile, Sophus struggled to contain a satisfied smirk. Harry was finally speaking his mind and acting like the powerful wizard he was born to be. In the coming time Harry would need to make a stand both politically and on the battlefield. Albus and his friends had done a great job of starting Harry’s physical and magical training, but the boy needed confidence. He needed to be able to handle himself with finesse and tact in front of the media and politicians. Sophus hoped that spending time with the founders of Hogwarts, who were all world renowned for their political poise, would help him with that. Sophus was not disappointed. Harry was fast becoming a person power hungry politicians and media moguls soon learn they should never have crossed.

Oh yes, Sophus thought, the Wizarding world is soon going to learn that the Boy-Who-Lived is coming into his own. It was only a matter of time before Fudge, Umbridge and Tom Riddle, along with anyone else who messed his life, rue the day they decided to test Harry James Potter.

That Dark Lord wannabe is going to wish he had remained as a bodiless soul, Sophus thought, the heir of the founders has awakened.