A Different Beginning

I'm the Heir to Who?

Harry sat by his window, staring out at the quidditch pitch. He scowled when he saw Selena flying around, at times flying directly past his window, as if showing off her freedom. He turned back to his Charms essay, trying to finish the last paragraph on the history of charms. The good thing was he had finished all of his other summer homework, so he wouldn't have to worry about that. Harry jumped when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," he called. The door opened, and James walked in. He closed the door, and waved his wand.

"What?" Harry asked nervously.

"It's seven days until your birthday," James started, "So your punishment is officially over, but we need to have a talk."

"About what?" Harry asked.

"Your heritage."

"Well, I'm a half-blood," Harry started.

"No, where you get your magic from," James smiled, "Normally, I would tell you seven days before you turn seventeen, but darker time approach, and you need to know this."

"Um, ok, know what exactly?"

"I'm going to tell you a short story," James said, "Years ago, Godric Gryffindor had a daughter, Freya, who happened to fall in love with a Slytherin boy named Merlin. Freya had been cursed to become a beast at the stroke of midnight by a sorceress, and by the time she found Merlin, he was nothing more that a servant boy in King Uther's court, since magic was banned, and Hogwarts was in a different part of the country. They couldn't do anything about the curse, and Merlin never knew until the day Freya was killed. However, she gave birth to a daughter, who they named Scarlett. Not being able to keep Scarlett, Merlin put her in a village, where she was eventually adopted by a family, who had the last name of Pervell. Scarlett was the unknown Pervell sister. She grew up in the house, not known by anyone but the closest family members. Once day, she took a walk in the woods, and was cornered by giant scorpions. Unable to use her magic, she couldn't defend herself, until a man in a cloak appeared, and with a wave of his wand, the scorpions had fled. The man bandaged up Scarlett, and took her to his house in the woods. It was a small cottage, but Scarlett felt at home. The man introduced himself as Jakub Potter. The two fell in love, got married, and after generations, the magic of Godric Gryffindor, Merlin, and Pervell appeared in ever Potter male. So now, you Harry, will become much more than an average wizard. You are the sole heir of Gryffindor, Merlin and the Pervell families. You must not tell a soul, and the magic gets passed down to the oldest male in every Potter family."

"Wow," Harry finally said, "I'm related to all of them."

"Yes, I know it's hard to take in, but eventually you'll get used to it, and become normal again," James laughed, "Now, how about you come downstairs and we have some cake?"

"Does mum or Selena know?" Harry asked.

"No, unfortunately only the true Potters know, I would change it if I could, but I can't, some sort of ancient law, but yes, Selena will find out," James replied, "A "true Potter" whatever the hell that's supposed to mean, is apparently one who was born a Potter."

"Oh, nice, and I can't tell anyone even if I wanted to," Harry said.

"Yes, but sometimes there are ways around to it, if anyone breaks you Occlumency shields, or your tortured so much, the protection breaks," James confirmed, "Just don't think about it, and stay away from Death Eaters. Seriously though, you should be fine, don't worry about anyone finding out."

"Ok," Harry sighed, "What kind of cake? I want to bring some to Ginny, but you know she won't eat any if it has cream cheese frosting."

"It's a plain vanilla with chocolate frosting," James laughed, "How is Ginny, by the way?"

"Doing ok, from the letters I got, but I think she's having a hard time accepting it wasn't her fault, and she still has nightmares," Harry replied, "I wish I could help her some more though."

"I think you can," James said, "Because she's downstairs right now." Harry leaped up, and raced out the door. Running down the stairs and into the living room, he saw his best friend standing, talking to Selena. Ignoring everyone else, he scooped Ginny up into a huge hug.

"Harry," Ginny laughed, "It's only been a few weeks."

"A few weeks of torture from this little devil," Harry stuck his tongue out at Selena, and put Ginny down.

"How long do you think until they get married?" Sirius whispered loudly.

"I'd go for a few years, no more than five," Remus whispered back.

"Guys," James said, "Don't be a tease, its obviously going to be in around the next five seconds." Harry and Ginny were blushing, and glaring at the three adult men, who had burst out laughing.

"No cake for them," Lily declared, "Come on guys, let us enjoy it." They went into the kitchen, and immediately everyone stopped laughing.

"Come on Lils," James whined, "You know we were bring the house alive, besides, Sirius would just steal some cake anyways."

"Not if he wants his bits hexed off he won't," Lily called.

"It's worth your cake," Sirius grinned. Lily huffed, and cut three more pieces.

"Love you," James smirked, "And this cake, it's hard to tell which I love more though…"

"No seconds," Lily said firmly, "It's for the children."

"Why, Harry's birthday isn't until another week," Sirius said, "Not that I'm complaining about random cake, it's just…"

"Well, we have some big news for all of you," Lily smiled.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Since the Weasleys won the prize of galleons, we're all going to Egypt until the last week of summer, and Hermione and Neville are coming with us," James grinned.

"No way," Harry gasped, "That's so cool!"

"Well get packing, because tomorrow we leave for a portkey at 12," Lily advised, "Hermione and Neville will meet us at the hotel." Harry grinned at Ginny, and together they ran up to his room, and Ginny helped him pick out what to bring.

To Harry, Egypt was not the greatest trip he had ever been on. They were able to do lots of sightseeing, and playing in the hotel pool, but Ginny wasn't, well, Ginny. She laughed, she participated in everything, but never fully. Harry knew Hermione was sending Ginny owls, and they were writing to each other, but it didn't seem to help. Three days before they were due to leave, Harry pulled Ginny into the hot tub at the pool.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Just thinking," Harry replied, "I want my friend back."

"Who?" Ginny stared at him.

"You," Harry smiled softly.

"Oh," Ginny looked down.

"Ginny, none of this was your fault, it's all Tom's, you have to know that," Harry said.

"Everyone keeps telling me that, you think I don't know that myself," Ginny hissed, "I am allowded to feel some guilt, because I was the one who wrote in the damn thing."

"You can't drown yourself in that guilt though," Harry replied, "You have to stay strong, it wasn't your fault, stop thinking it is."

"That doesn't help," Ginny glared at him, "Why don't your try to get over something like this, and be perfectly fine by the next day."

"Ginny, that's not what I mean," Harry protested, "I just want you to feel better, and…"

"I do to," Ginny finally sighed.

"Can you at least make an effort?" Harry asked.

"No promises," Ginny said.

"Ginny, this isn't good for you… I will force you into a psycaritrist if I have to," Harry stared into her eyes.

"Harry, I need time," Ginny said softly.

"You've had too much of you're damn time," Harry growled, "You have to start looking foreward, look foreward to all the great times you're going to have. The past is behind us, along with the chamber, Tom, the diary, everything."

"You're right," Ginny shook her head, "I was being stupid. It's all behind us, he's gone, I'm no longer being possessed."

"You weren't being stupid," Harry smiled, "You were being human."

"How are you so wise?" Ginny asked, "You're only 13."

"I don't know, but I'm not complaining," Harry grinned. Ginny laughed softly, and splashed water on Harry. Harry stood in the hot tub, dripping wet, and stared at Ginny.

"You're going to get it," Harry smirked. He climbed out of the hot tub, and watched Ginny back up, until she reached the edge of the pool.

"Whatever," she shrugged, and jumped into the pool. Harry quickly ran, and jumped in after her. The temperature of the pool hit Harry hard after being in the hot tub for so long, but shook it off when he saw a flash of red streaking past him. Grinning, he dove under, and swam up. He grabbed Ginny's hand, and pulled her against him.

"Gotcha," Harry whispered. He felt Ginny shiver, and half smirked in satisfaction.

"What do you want me to do then?" Ginny whispered back, turning around to face him.

"I don't know," Harry confessed. Ginny smiled, and swam out of his grasp.

"Harry, we need to talk," James said.

"Sure dad, what about?" Harry swivled his chair around to face his father.

"Your growing powers," James replied, sitting on Harry's bed, "You are going to notice an increase in all of your abilities. You will notice more stamina that usual, but not a huge amount. The one thing that you will notice, however, is your magical levels."

"My magic will just become more powerful," Harry shrugged.

"It's more than that," James sighed, "You will be able to peform wandless magic, and wordless. Eventually, you will be able to peform every spell minus the Unforgivables, any ancient spells originally written in runes, and the Patronus Charm. Other than those, you will be able to do any spell. Of course, they all are stronger when using your wand, but a wand will not be nessicarry."

"Wow," Harry breathed out, "When will this happen?"

"Once you've completed your training, and everything needed, you'll be the most powerful wizard alive," James smiled, "Just don't soak it all up, and keep this hidden for as long as possible, in fact, just don't even talk about it to anyone."

"Alright," Harry nodded.

"You're not going to be superhuman, just an added boost to your power," James smiled, "Now I'll let you and Ginny be." Harry glanced quizzically at his father, who just smirked and opened the door. Ginny was standing there, fist raised in mid-knock.

"Hello Ginny," James said.

"Hello Mr. Potter," Ginny smiled, and walked into the room. James walked out and shut the door behind him.

"So, how are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Better," Ginny shrugged, "I guess some things do take lots of time though." Harry nodded absentmindedly, and stared out the window.

"Is everything alright?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Harry replied, "Would you like to go play some quidditch?"

"Uh, sure," Ginny blinked. They walked downstairs and outside onto the pitch. Ginny grabbed a broom, and flew into the air. She breathed in, and put on a burst of speed. She felt her hair flying all over the place, but she didn't mind. The sun shone above, which made her hair many different shades of red. Harry stared in awe, and then grinned. He sped after her, and soon they were just enjoying themselves, playing tag, and occasionally tossing around a quaffle.

"Hey, have you seen the firebolt?" Ginny asked, flying towards Harry.

"Yeah, I'd do anything to get one," Harry replied wistfully.

"Same," Ginny agreed, "It must be wonderfully to fly on one."

"If I get one before you do, I'll share," Harry offered. Ginny rolled her eyes, half knowing he'd get his hands on one sometime this year.

"Harry, Ginny, time to come it," Selena called from the ground.

"Ok," Harry called back. They flew down, and put the brooms away.

"So I'll see you tomorrow on the platform then," Ginny said.

"Yeah, see you then," Harry smiled, and Ginny flooed back to the Burrow. Harry ran upstairs and into his room. Looking around, he groaned. There were clothes everywhere, and his trunk was lying open, empty on his bed.

"Harry, you better get packing," Selena grinned, walking by.

"Shove off," Harry stuck his tongue out, and quickly closed the door. For a while, Harry starred at his trunk, then decided to put his clothes in first. Slowly, he picked up all of his clothes and put them in a pile on his bed. Staring at it, Harry saw it was messy, and wouldn't fit in his trunk in a organized way. I wish they would just fold themselves. Harry groaned, and pictured his clothes standing up and walking into the trunk, and folding themselves like his mother would. After a while, Harry realized he wasn't imagining it. His clothes were moving by themselves and into his trunk. It must be my developing powers! Harry grinned, and stared at his books. He pictured them floating into the other compartment of his trunk, and to his amazement, they did, and stacked themselves in order by subject and when he would need to use them.

"This will be fun," Harry said aloud, and within the next 15 minutes, his trunk was packed and ready for Hogwarts. I wonder what other things I can do. Harry looked around his room, and stared at his desk. If I move my dest towards the window, I'll have more room in that spot, hm… Harry pictured moving the desk, but to his dismay, it wouldn't move. Harry thought, and moved closer to the desk, and this time he outstreached his arm. He willed the magic in his body in the direction of the desk, and a sense of peace came over him. The desk rose in the air, and floated over by the window. Harry grinned, and flopped down on the bed. He was exhausted. Doing wandless and wordless magic was tiring if he did it often. Harry did notice that while he was doing it, he could feel the magic running through his veins, and knew he could bend it to his will, and he noticed his body take over the magic as easy as ever.

"Wait 'till Hermione sees me do better in class," Harry grinned, "She'd be so jealous." Harry soon drifted off to sleep, not even noticing the lights go off on their own.

A/N: I know I haven't updated in like, forever, and I apologize. I'm settled in my new school, but theres a ton of HW, and the day is longer for me. This and my other story, The Potter Kingdom, will continue, just I won't be updating as frequent. I hope you like my idea of Harry's bloodline, if you don't, well, that's ok, but it's my take on what I think would happen. It sort of combines characters from the BBC TV show Merlin, if you haven't watched it, it's totally awesome. Enough of my ranting, please review wether you liked it or not, any ideas, suggestions, ANYTHING. I appreciate everything, and I will try to make it better, but I'm not the most experienced at writing stories.