DICLAIMER: - Everything belongs to JK Rowling, all hail the queen.

REVELATIONS

It was a bright sunny morning in Surrey, England. Little Whinging was the same old stuff. A dull place filled with dull people content with their monotonous lives. However, there were sparks of life. Sparks of non-conformity, of artists and musicians and painters and what-nots wanting to break free. But we're not going to talk about them. We are going to talk about a boy with green eyes and a lightning scar.

The boy was Harry Potter.

Number 4 Privet Drive was probably thought of as the most normal house in Little Whinging. Except it wasn't. It wasn't a normal house because it housed (arguably) the most famous wizard in the entire world; Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived.

Our hero, The Boy-Who-Lived was sad.

He was thinking about Sirius, his godfather who died by falling through a damned veil in the Ministry of Magic. Harry had kept thinking about how it was his fault that Sirius had died until a few weeks ago, when he got over the period of obligatory angst and decided to never let it happen to anyone again. But his resolve was slipping, everytime he would look at the shattered mirror he could've used to confirm Sirius' presence at Grimmauld Place he would feel the angst coming back. And one day, just as his mind was about to go back to blaming himself, his scar hurt. You see, Harry's scar wasn't just a scar. It was a product of a backfired killing curse, unfortunately, it did much more than just look cool. It represented a direct link to the Dark Lord Voldemort.

'You know a bloke's evil when his happiness causes you literal pain.' Harry thought to himself. 'Gotta tell Dumbledore.'

He went over to his table, took out some stationery and started writing

Professor,

My hotline with Voldemort flared up. He's happy- not the 'Today's cake day' kinda happy, the 'Today's Murder day!' kind of happy.

Please look into it, lest someone else dies.

HJP

Harry wouldn't have dared talked like this to Dumbledore when the term had ended, but ever since he decided to ensure his friend's safety he'd been in contact with his headmaster, corresponding with him to help prevent Voldemort's attacks and to get some books on the Mind Arts and other subjects from his impressive Dumbledore would manage it he sent the letter and drifted off to sleep.

"BOY GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

"Ugh, what is their problem?" Harry grumbled and went downstairs. To find his 'family' standing on the porch with packed bags on the floor and a smirk on each of their faces.

"We are going on a holiday to Majorca, now Mrs. Figg is not well and your aunt Marge can't come so we have to leave you here. Don't you dare burn down my house and don't you dare bring any of your freak friends here or you'll have hell to pay" Vernon said. Harry's heart lept in excitement at the idea of being left alone and he quickly agreed to their conditions to get rid of them.

'Peace, finally.' Harry thought.

A few days went by and the night of the 30th of July found Harry awake in anticipation of his 16th birthday. It was 11:59 and he was counting down the seconds to midnight.

'Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. On- the hell!'

Harry's surroundings looked as if they had merged into one another. He thought he'd definitely seen weirder things, until the room started spinning. It turned out to be too disconcerting for him and he passed out.

When Harry woke up, he realized that he was in a completely white... area. He also noticed five people, who felt very familiar to him. A tall woman with brilliant black hair and blue eyes approached him and said "Get up Harry, we have lots of things we want to tell you. Don't worry, introductions are on the list as well.". She put out her hand towards Harry to help him up which he took because something was told him that she could be trusted.

It was then that Harry realized that she was wearing purple and bronze robes.

'It can't be...'

"Harry, I'm Rowena Ravenclaw" the same lady said. Harry gasped, his suspicions proven right. He looked around at the others. 'I can see where this is going'

"Hey, I'm Godric Gryffindor" said a tall man with a goatee and brown hair.

"Hiya Harry, I'm Helga Hufflepuff" said the redheaded woman.

"Salazar Slytherin, pleased to meet you." said the man who was wearing green robes with silver lining. Harry didn't like his sneer, but got the feeling that it was more habitual than a method of showing contempt.

"I'm Merlin" said the man next to Slytherin.

Harry moved to introduce himself but Merline interrupted him, "No need for your introduction. You are our heir, after all."

At these words Harry fainted. Again.

After sometime Harry woke up to 5 faces looming above his prone form, staring at him with varying levels of amusement and concern.

"Harry, I know it's too much to take in at once but you are our heir. the sooner we get that out of the way, the better." said Godric

"But how…"

"No buts young man. Your mother was the heir to my line and that of Merlin's, Your father was the heir of Godric, Rowena and Helga. You are the heir to 6 out of the Seven Sacred families, now get on your feet and act like it!" snapped Salazar.

Harry scrambled to his feet, intimidated by the founder, and suddenly a lot understanding of the reason he was feared all over. Bravery standing, he would never pick a fight with this man.

"Must you scare the boy, Sal?" said Helga Hufflepuff, "You're well over a thousand, patience is not a difficult skill to develop when you have that much time."

"Not to question you, Sirs, and um, Ma'ams, but my mother was muggleborn." Harry said, still in disbelief.

"No, she wasn't. She was a descendant of a squib grandson of mine." said Merlin

"Seeing as we don't have much time, it would be best to move on the gifts we planned on giving you." said Rowena.

'My lucky day' thought Harry.

"From me, you get the ability to transform into any animal- magical or non- magical, telepathic and metamorphmagus abilities, and all the knowledge I have" Rowena told Harry. There was a flash of light, but Harry didn't really feel different in terms of brain power. "Just call on the knowledge and you shall recieve" Rowena reassure him seeing his face.

"From me, you get the ability to become totally invisible and undetectable by any means and you also get the ability to Beastspeak"said Godric. the rest of the founders groaned, "Nobody calls it beastspeak, Godric. They just call it Cross-species Linguistic Ability, it's not even a recognised ability nowadays.". Godric scowled, "It should be, I made the suggestion a thousand years ago, literally."

"Moving on," Helga said, still looking at Godric in amusement, "From me, you get the ability to perform wand-less magic." Helga said

"From me, you get the ability to perform ParselMagic" Salazar told him

"I'm mostly here for giving you a confidence boost" said Merlin, and with that he took out a long parchment, and put it on a table which sprung into existence out of nowhere.

"Here, put a drop of blood on the parchment and say dicere meum viribus"

Harry did as he was told and lots of runes appeared on the parchment. Rowena and Merline went over the runes and looked up at the others, beaming.

"4256"

"How…" godric said

"Can this be …." Helga continued

"Possible ?" Salazar finished

"Magic, one should think." Merlin said.

Rowena let out a hearty laugh when he said that, eventually all of the other founders started sporting smiles.

" Jokes aside, this means he is the most powerful wizard alive. That's kinda cool." said Godric

And so Harry fainted. Again.

This time, Harry woke up to the sound of Godric's voice, "Do you think it's a medical issue? Those muggles have found all sorts of diseases...".

He quickly got up, and said "No disease, just surprised is all".

"Now Harry there are physical gifts as well, but you'll have to access our vaults at gringotts to get them. The keys are waiting for you on your table, my boy." Merlin said and clicked his fingers.

And just like that, Harry found himself in his room, suddenly very aware of five disgruntled owls wating for him to realease them of their burden. Not wanting to annoy them further, Harry relieved them and sent them on their way.

He first opened the letter the big eagle owl had brought.

Dear Mr. H. Potter,
You have been accepted into your sixth year at Hogwarts. Also I am pleased to say that the Quidditch ban placed on you last year has been repealed. Hhere are your OWL Results. Well done, your parents would have been proud.

You have also been made Head of the DA, which is now officially a group to help the Headmaster keep order over the school during this troubled time.

Happy Holidays,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Harry quickly turned over to his owl results.

Astronomy E (3)

Care of Magical Creatures O (4)

Charms O (4)

Defense Against the Dark Arts O+ (5)

Divination P (2)

Herbology E (3)

History of Magic D (2)

Potions O (4)

Transfiguration O+ (5)

Total OWLS : 32

Harry couldn't believe it, he'd gotten 32 owls and had even managed to scrape an O in potions

He turned to the letter brought by Pig it was from Ron and Ginny. He opened Ron's first, (AN: #BestFriendPerks )

Hey mate,

How are you doing? We asked Dumbledore if we could bring you here at the HQ and he said yes, so we're coming on the 3rd to get you outta there, my friend.

Mom, Dad, Charlie and Bill want me to tell you that they have gifts for you but they'll only give them to you when you arrive here.

Happy Birthday,

Ron.

PS - Don't eat the nasty ones.

PPS - Don't give them to Hedwig either, Pig almost bit my ear off.

Ron had sent him a large pack of Bertie botts every flavored beans, grinning at the very Ron-esque Post Scripts he turned to Ginny's letter.

Harry,

I found this in Quality Quidditch Supplies and just had to buy it for you. Consider it a thanks for all the training last year. Also consider it birthday gift from a loving friend, just saying.

Love,

Ginny

He opened the other package to find a speed booster for his broom. "Sweet!" They'd had came out recently. They were supposed to increase the top speed of the broom by 20%, of course, Harry's Firebolt was already quite fast but more speed was always appreciated.

Next, he turned to the very official looking letter that had been delivered by a very official looking owl, it was from the Minisstry of Magic.

Dear Mr. Potter ,

We offer our deepest condolences for your godfather's death. He has been cleared of all charges and a million galleons have been added to the Black Vault at Gringotts for the days he spent in Azkaban and on our wanted list.

Sincerely,

Ministry of Magic

After reading this he snorted, he would give all his gold to have Sirius back. He opened Hermione's letter next.

Harry,

How are you? I miss you a lot, waiting for you to come to Grimmauld Place.

Love,

Hermione

Harry opened the package and found something that looked like a cellphone. Inside the box, he found another note.

These are called tele-talks, they work just like muggle mobile phones. You can send texts and receive phone calls and I even tweaked the charms a bit so you can call muggle phones too. I have given one to Ginny, Remus, Ron and one is with Mrs. Weasely too.

Hermione.

"COOL!", now Harry could talk to his friends over the summer.

Deciding he would call all of them later he picked up the last package and opened it to find a small bag made of some kinda skin. Taking the bag out, he began to read the note.

Harry,

I found this golden gryffin dead. It died a natural death so I suppose there isn't anything to worry about... Anyway it is said that a griffin's remains should never be wasted, so I made this bag for you. I had it charmed by Professor Fliwick so it can be opened by you and you alone.

Hagrid

"This could be useful" Harry muttered.

Remembering Merlin's words, Harry decided to go to Gringotts that very day. 'But how am I going to get there?' Harry thought. He wished he knew how to apparate, and suddenly, he did. 'This was what Rowena was talking about'. Harry thought of some other things and was surprised to note that he knew all that was there to know about those subjects. Obliging his teenage side again, he used his newfound knowledge to get a clear picture of somethings that made him blush, specially since they featured Rowena (as that was the primary source of such information for her).

Grinning, Harry got out of his house and went a safe distance away to fool the Trace (Dumbledore had a book that explained its mechanics), and turned on his heel.