Harry Potter and the Unexpected Visitor

Chapter 6

Second trial at the Ministry

Harry arrived at Grimmauld Place soon. He prepared himself for the landing, but he tripped with the trunk he had brought with him and fell to the floor of the hall.

He thought his disastrous arrival would have been unnoticed, but at the exact moment he was trying to stand up, Sirius went out of the kitchen and snickered at the sight of his godson.

"Harry, are you OK?" he said, between laughs.

"Well, if in your language 'being OK' means 'being on the floor with your arse aching' then yes, I'm OK," Harry answered, grinning both for being with Sirius and because he found the funny side of the position he was.

Sirius gradually stopped laughing and helped Harry to stand up.

"Shouldn't we call everybody to let them know you are here?" Sirius said, smiling.

"Sure, just let me carry this upstairs."

"No way, young man," Sirius replied, in a more serious tone. "Firstly, you don't know where your bedroom is, because as my godson you will have your own room. And secondly, all your friends are waiting for you in the kitchen, and they are very impatient to see you again."

"If you put it that way... Furthermore, I want to see everybody again and tell you about the meeting Dumbledore had with the Dursleys."

Sirius took the trunk and said, "Wow! This one is too light! Did you use a Feather-Weight Charm on it?"

"Nah, it was Dobby. He has helped me a lot this week."

"Dumbledore told me what you had done the day he had to get out of Hogwarts. From what I've heard, Dobby is delighted with you being his master."

"Yeah, but I've asked him not to call me 'master' or any stupid thing like that. Hey, by the way, where the hell is Kreacher?"

Sirius shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea, but I'd bet everything I have that we won't hear from him ever."

"Did he go to the Malfoys' or the Lestranges'?"

"No. As far as I know, he has been taken to some kind of elfish jury to answer for crimes against the House of Black. Maybe you should ask Dobby."

"I'll do that. But not now, now I have to meet my friends. See you soon."

"Good luck, Harry," Sirius answered, winking at him.

Harry had no ideas about why Sirius would wish Harry luck, but he went into the kitchen. As soon as he closed the door, he was nearly knocked down by a shining red hurricane who wrapped her arms around his body. Harry was surprised that Ginny had beaten both Ron and Hermione to greet him, but he would not be the one to complain at this, so he just returned the embrace.

"I've missed you a lot, Gin. It seems that you missed me too."

Ginny let him go, and smiled at him while she blushed a bit.

"It's nice to have you here, Harry. The lovebirds barely talk with me; they'd rather eat each other's face."

Harry snickered. Then Ron and Hermione hugged him in turns with big smiles in their faces, and finally Mrs. Weasley gave him one of her famous bone-crushing hugs.

"Harry, it's great to have you back. I expect the Dursleys have treated you OK this week."

"Nah, they were as usual, but they didn't pay me any attention, so it wasn't really bad. Anyway, I have some great news for you, but I'd prefer to tell it when everybody is here."

"Oh, OK. It is not very probable that Arthur will be here at lunch, but surely part of the Order will make it."

Sirius came into the room at that moment, with Lupin accompanying him.

"Harry! It's great you are out of the hellhole, to quote your parents," Lupin said, smiling.

"I know. I can't believe I've left the Dursley's. Mrs. Weasley, are the twins and Bill going to come?"

"The twins will be here in a few minutes, but Bill is too busy to come. Why?"

"Because I can't wait to say the good news. Do you want to hear it now or at lunch?"

Nobody answered at first.

"Come on, kiddo, I'd bet everybody wants to know what the good news is," Sirius said, inquisitive.

"I won't have to go back to the Dursley's ever!"

Sirius beat everybody to hug his godson.

"Great! I was sure Dumbledore would make you to go back with them again next year."

"No way, man!" Harry said, smiling. "Dumbledore said that when I'm sixteen I will be able to choose who my guardian is, so 'Bye, Dursleys', 'Hello, Sirius'!"

Sirius laughed in a way that showed he was still that young man who could prank anybody at school without having problems and run with a werewolf only because he wanted to help a friend.

"That's good! I think that now James and Lily won't kick my arse when I arrive where they are."

Everybody laughed with him when he said that.

"What are your plans for your immediate future?"

"Have you heard about Umbridge's trial?"

"Yeah, Dumbledore mentioned it last week at a meeting of the Order, and Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna were told that they should be there with you, since Dumbledore says you are going to act as a witness as they are."

"Well, I had thought of buying some robes so that I could make a good impression at the trial and Muggle clothes so I can throw away all of Dudley's cast-offs. Would you like to come with me?"

"I would have gone with you even if you hadn't asked. You see, it is a godfather's duty to help his godson to choose nice clothing for himself. Anyway, I'm officially free of every charge thanks to Madame Bones, and I want to enjoy my freedom with my best friend's son. We could go tomorrow, if Dumbledore manages to arrange the duty."

"Sure!"

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That same afternoon, Ginny was lying in her bed, in her bedroom on the first floor. The message Sirius had given her was still fresh in her mind: 'Don't give up'. Obviously, both Harry's parents had managed to see that under their son's obviously attraction for Cho Chang, he really had feelings for his best friend's little sister. She had thought also on how could she manage to make Harry show his feelings towards her, although she had seen a hint of interest when he hugged her after discovering Sirius was alive.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," she said.

She was surprised to see it was Harry who had knocked.

"May I talk with you, Gin?"

"Of course, Harry. Sit down," she answered, pointing at the bed beside hers. Harry did as he was told and faced her. This made Ginny feel a bit nervous.

"What do you want to talk about, Harry?"

"Well, I don't know where to start this," he said, scratching the back of his head. "We have known each other since five years ago, when I asked your mother about how to enter into Platform 9 3/4. We didn't talk a lot, but I know you wanted to see me after you knew who I was."

"In your second year, you had to go through everything with that damn diary of Riddle's and everything he made you do with that basilisk. I could have tried to do something, but because we were trying to discover the possible culprit among Slytherins we did not pay you real attention. In the end I saved you, and for that I'm grateful."

"For two years we didn't talk much, but in my fifth year you started to be more than Ron's sister: you became one of my best friends, you supported me through everything and in the end you went with me to the Department of Mysteries to try to help Sirius."

"But for the last few weeks I've been thinking of you very often when I was not mourning about Sirius or anything like that, and last week I... kind of... started to develop some feelings towards you, or more likely I started to notice them, I'm not sure."

"I know that years ago you had a crush on me, and that you lost it last year. Now I would like to be more than a friend for you, but I know that you are going out with Dean Thomas, so..."

His talking was suddenly interrupted when Ginny launched herself to kiss him in a very passionate way, putting him under her and clutching her hands in his messy hair.

For the next minute or so, Harry James Potter could only register two things of his surroundings: that the girl who was kissing him so thoroughly was the beautiful red-haired Ginny Weasley, and that the actual snogging he was getting now was a few thousand times better than the only kiss he had shared with Cho Chang (she was crying a lot while they were kissing). After that first minute of serious snogging, he realised he would need to stop and try to take in some more air. Fortunately, Ginny was in the same situation and separated her lips from his for a moment.

"Sorry, I needed some air to stay alive," she said, giggling.

"Nothing to be sorry about. I was going to ask you to stop for a few seconds before I fainted due to the lack of oxygen," he replied, smiling at her. "Anyway, why are you kissing me if you are with Dean?"

"I only said that to wind Ron up. I am a very good liar, no?"

"Maybe," he said, laughing a bit. "I'm glad it was a lie. Now I will only have to be careful with your brothers."

"Stop thinking that way, Potter, and kiss me again," she commanded, "before I try to do something really desperate to attract your attention."

"Can't have that, huh?"

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Three days later, Harry woke up very early. Today he would see how the Human Toad was punished for her cruelty and also his genealogical tree, as Dumbledore had told him it could be done.

Two days ago, Harry and Sirius, alongside with Ginny (who had surprised everybody the night before saying that Harry and her were now an item), Tonks, Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt, went in what Harry had called 'Operation New Age', which made Sirius laugh a lot. They first had gone to Gringotts so that Harry could transform some Wizarding money into pounds. Harry was disguised with a few changes like the colour and length of his hair, the concealment of his scar with a nice charm and the form of his glasses, which could be easily recognised for those who had seen the newspaper when Harry had been on the first page.

Instead of changing his money, the goblin in charge told him about a new invention which could help him with any problem of money he could have: it was an Instant-Money Wallet. It looked like a businessman wallet of leather, but in reality it was tuned to his Gringotts vault (which was only the one with the trust fund his parents had set to pay his studies, from what Sirius had told him) so that anytime he needed money, he would only have to repeat the required amount of money and that money would be in the wallet, no matter if it was Galleons, pounds, dollars... Every coin in the world would be available for him, and it would get discounted automatically from his vault with a very little surcharge. Harry asked for one, the same as Sirius, and soon they were out in the Muggle world, prepared to buy everything Harry would need.

By the end of the day, Harry was busy carrying all the bags with the clothes he had bought. Both Ginny and Sirius had chosen personally which clothes he should try, and then the other three would make opinions about how it suited Harry. He now had enough clothes to fill his wardrobe and throw all his older ones to the rubbish (although he had planned to send them back to the Dursleys with a little funny note).

Harry got out of his bed and looked at his watch: 8:00 am. He decided to have a look at the kitchen and, if someone was having breakfast at the time, he would stay there and change afterwards.

When he opened the door, he was surprised that nearly everybody in the house was there: only Ron and Sirius had not arrived yet.

"Good morning, Harry! What do you want for breakfast?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Some toast, please." He sat down and joined the main conversation which was, naturally, the trial that would start in a few hours.

"I'm sure that Umbridge will end up in prison," Neville was saying. "It'll be impossible for her to reject the accusations with the proofs of all the things she did last year."

"I know that," Hermione replied, "but I'd bet anything that Fudge is going to do everything in his power to free her."

"I doubt it. His popularity has been going down since he declared that Voldemort was alive and people realised that he had been lying to everybody for a year. An attempt of freeing her after all she has done, which is public knowledge, would get him sacked in a heartbeat. Anyway, a vote of No Confidence has been set for next week, and I am sure that it'll go against him," Mr. Weasley declared.

"How does that No Confidence Vote works, Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked.

The question was thought over very carefully before answered.

"It's not very easy to do it. First, the Wizengamot votes if they should start a process against him. Since Fudge was voting, he thinks that he still has an opportunity of staying as Minister, which I doubt. The voting was asked by Amelia Bones, because Dumbledore, in his position of Chief of the Wizengamot, could not ask for it, and probably it would have been seen as a revenge act."

"Then, the Magical Heads meet at the Ministry and vote 'aye' or 'no' to the vote of No Confidence, that's the part which has been set next week. Finally, if the majority of votes are 'aye', Fudge will be sacked, an Interim Minister is set and there will be elections to choose a new Minister of Magic, in which Fudge won't be able to present."

"Who are the Magical Heads?" Hermione asked.

"I'm sure you won't like this, Hermione, but they are the heads of every pure-blood family in Great Britain. I would like to change that, so that Muggle-borns could have representation into the Government, but in my position it's very difficult to do it."

"Why don't you stand for Minister, Arthur?" This one was Sirius, who had just entered the kitchen. Mr. Weasley laughed.

"Because I'm not well known enough to be chosen as Minister. I've heard that Amelia Bones is going to stand for it, and I can tell you that she would be a great Minister."

"Who would be a great Minister? Not Fudge, I'm sure," Ron said while opening the door.

"Amelia Bones, Ron," Hermione told him with a smile.

"OK, now that everybody is here, I will tell you everything about the trial," Mr. Weasley said. "It's going to start at ten o'clock at court ten, I'm sure you remember it, Harry. We know there will be lots of journalists at the entrance, because they are sure that Harry and Dumbledore are going to be there, so we are going to use a portkey to get into the VIP Apparition Point. Harry, you are the most important witness, because you were the one who had been punished the worst through the year, but among the other witnesses there will be enough proofs for her conviction."

"Everybody should start to get prepared. The Portkey Dumbledore made will take us to the Ministry at nine thirty, and I want everybody to wear good clothes. A good impression will help you."

Harry, who had just finished his breakfast, nodded and went upstairs. After a quick shower, he dressed with his best shirt and his first-to-be-used black trousers. He came back to the kitchen and saw he had beaten everybody. Then he waited patiently for the others. Since his friends would probably be called as witnesses, the group was going to be very big: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna and their respective parents and guardians, Lupin and Tonks. Nearly every adult except Sirius, Hermione's parents and Luna's father would go there by Apparition, everybody else would take the Portkey, which on this occasion was a rather big table which allowed everybody to grab it easily. At nine thirty exactly, Harry felt the well known hook on his navel that transported him into the whirl of colours.

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"Disciplinary hearing of the seventeenth of June," Dumbledore said in a calm but slightly angry voice, "into offences committed under the Underage Protection Law, the Law Against Proscribed Dark Objects and the Habeas Corpus Law by Dolores Jane Umbridge, resident in number 13, Floral Street, London."

It had started. The full court of the Wizengamot had been summoned to the trial. Umbridge, who nearly a year before had done her best to transform the charges over Harry into a sentence when he had gone to the trial, now was sitting on the magic chair whose chains tied her to it. She obviously had been a few days in prison, because Harry could tell she had been under the influence of the Dementors.

"Interrogators: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Chief of the Wizengamot; Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Court Scribes: Percival Ignatius Weasley and Penelope Irma Clearwater.

"Witnesses for the prosecution: Hermione Jane Granger, Rubeus Hagrid, Lee Francis Jordan, Neville Frank Longbottom, Luna Lise Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Harry James Potter, Frederick Fabian Weasley, George Gideon Weasley, Ginevra Molly Weasley and Ronald Bilius Weasley.

"The charges are these: illegal sending of Dementors against a minor; use of a dark object on various students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; abuse of teaching position on that said school; attempt of illegal arrest; attempt of murder; threat of using an Unforgivable curse on a minor, and endanger of a minor's life.

"Under the request of this court, the defendant will be administered Veritaserum to avoid any possibility of lying. Auror Shacklebolt has agreed to do it."

Kingsley went towards Umbridge and forced her to drink three drops of the colour-less potion that made the drinker say the truth. When it was clear that the potion was affecting her, Dumbledore initiated the interrogation.

"Are you Dolores Jane Umbridge, resident in number 13, Floral Street, London?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember what happened last year, the second of August?"

"Yes."

"Please, tell us what happened that day."

"I had been discussing the previous day with Minister Fudge around the subject of Harry Potter. He had been pressuring the press for the last month so that they ran Potter's and Dumbledore's name down. He was saying we - the Ministry - should do something so that we could ensure Potter's mouth was shut down forever. I agreed with him, but he said we should wait until the protection around Potter lessened. When I realised that he would not do anything, I decided to work on my own: I sent word to the prison of Azkaban so that they could send two Dementors to number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. I erased every record of it so that nobody would know that I had been the one behind Potter's death and so that Minister Fudge did not know anything."

Fudge's face had paled considerably; after all that Umbridge had just said, he could be imprisoned as well for limitation of freedom of press and even conspiracy in attempt of murder. Among the numerous public, hundreds of people shot death glares at both the Minister and the former Senior Undersecretary for those words that obviously were against the Boy-Who-Lived, one of the main symbols on the fight against Voldemort.

Dumbledore's cold anger was now easily noticeable by Harry and his friends. In spite of it, he continued with the questioning: Umbridge was asked about Harry's trial; all the detentions with Harry, Lee and other students who had faced her; what she had done after the discovery of Dumbledore's Army; how she had set all those stupid rules through her position of High Inquisitor; how she had tried to arrest Hagrid only because he was loyal to Dumbledore and when she ordered the aggressive use of five Stunners over Professor McGonagall; and, in the end, how she had caught Harry when he was trying to contact Sirius before the Department of Mysteries and how she had threatened to use the Cruciatus Curse to try and coax the information out of him.

Then it was the turn of the witnesses: Hermione talked about the classes of Defence Against the Dark Arts, in which Umbridge did not let anybody do proper studying, and when Umbridge sent Harry and her into the Forbidden Forest without protection; Lee about when Umbridge made him write lines with a Blood Quill only because he had cracked a joke about one of the Educational Decrees Fudge had passed the year before; Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna talked about what happened when they had supported Harry in everything he did, including the DA; McGonagall and Hagrid told their version of what had happened the day of the Astronomy O.W.L. exam, in which Umbridge had tried to arrest him and nearly killed her; in the end, Harry told the court about all the sessions with her, showing them the scars that the Blood Quill had marked forever on his hand after so many times of using it.

When Harry, who was the last witness of the session (Umbridge had not managed to find someone who could refute the accusations), Dumbledore stood up.

"It is clear that Madame Umbridge has become a danger for our society, especially for our children. I ask you if this witch deserves the sentence of fifty years in Azkaban I think should be given to her. Those in favour of the sentence?"

Only two people did not raise their hands: Fudge and another wizard Harry didn't know, but he was sure that it was one of those who had supported Fudge against Dumbledore.

"Very well. The sentence is approved by majority. Aurors, take the defendant to prison. This meeting is adjourned."

The public started to clap their hands while Umbridge, who looked defeated, was directed by the Aurors out of the courtroom.

Soon, the courtroom was emptied of people, but Harry, his friends and Dumbledore had remained in it.

"Well done, everybody. Justice has been made in the end."

"Thanks, Professor," everybody replied.

"Very well. Harry, are you prepared for the experiment?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Take this Portkey, then. It will take you to Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall will take you to the place where we will hold the experiment."

Watching his friends' astonished faces, Harry said: "Don't worry, I'll explain everything when I come back, I promise." Then he touched the feather and, for the second time in the day, he went through the well-known twirl of colours.

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Soon, he landed in the Headmaster's office in Hogwarts. Fortunately, this time he didn't fall to the floor, but he nearly lost his balance. Harry grinned to himself for his success.

Like if his presence had triggered something, Professor McGonagall entered the office.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter," said the stern witch.

"Good morning, Professor."

"Please, follow me. Professor Flitwick is preparing everything in the Room of Requirement."

Both people went to the seventh floor and, in front of the famous Barnabas the Barmy tapestry, a wooden door could be seen. Professor McGonagall opened the door and entered the room, and Harry followed her.

What he saw inside surprised him: the Room of Requirement had one side covered with a polished wooden wall with four sticks. In the middle of the room, a table had been set with a piece of parchment, a needle and a small vial which seemed to be filled with a liquid. Professor Flitwick was next to the table, beaming at the young man.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter," he said in his high-pitched voice. "When Professor Dumbledore arrives, we will be able to start with the ritual."

Harry nodded and, while they waited for Dumbledore, Flitwick explained to Harry what he had to do. Soon, Dumbledore opened the door and said, "Good morning, everyone. Do you know about the ritual, Harry?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let's start with this."

Harry, who was near the table, took the needle and pricked his left forefinger with it while chanting:

"Ancestors of mine, reveal yourselves. Do not remain hidden, because I want to know you. I am your descendant, Harry James Potter, and I need your knowledge to reach my goal."

From the prick, drops of blood started to form, and when the third one had fallen on the parchment, Harry removed his finger from the parchment and Flitwick dropped the liquid over it.

"Very well. In one minute, we will have to drain the parchment and then Professor McGonagall will hang it on the wall."

"How long will it be like that?"

"I am sorry, Mr. Potter, but I have only been once in one of these rituals, and I don't remember the details clearly. I only remember that each generation was written in the parchment every thirty seconds or so."

Harry nodded to confirm he understood the explanation and begged for some seats for everybody. Four armchairs appeared from the nothing and, when Professor McGonagall enlarged the parchment and hung it on the wall, an invisible hand started to write on the centre of it one name in red ink: Harry James Potter. Then, the same invisible hand wrote two other names in red ink too, one on the left (James Michael Potter) and the other on the right (Lily Marie Evans), which told Harry that his ancestors from his father's side would be on the left, and the ancestors from his mother's side would be on the right.

Approximately half an hour after, there was still some writing to do on the parchment. Harry was surprised at how long it was taking for the charm to be finished, when a bell rang. Dumbledore went to the parchment and started to count how many generations were written in the genealogical tree. When he finished, he said, visibly astonished and delighted, "Seventy. This genealogical tree has exactly seventy generations. This shows you are one of the most powerful wizard in the world, if not the best."

"Why?"

"Among the few people who know of this charm, there is one detail that even fewer people know: the more powerful a wizard is, the more generations will appear in the tree. I myself did this when I was more or less your age, and it had sixty-five generations."

That shocked Harry from his messy hair to his toes: could that mean that he was destined to be even more powerful than Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard he had ever known in his life?

"Not that I'm not surprised," Dumbledore said, smiling fondly at the young man. "I always knew that James' and Lily's son would be very powerful, furthermore being the one who is destined to kill Voldemort."

"Well, I am surprised," Harry, admitted.

"Let's not think on that, Albus," Professor McGonagall said, hiding her surprise. "My opinion is that we should start to have a look at the tree, to see which powers Mr. Potter has?"

"I'd rather look at Harry's name in the last place, dear Minerva," Dumbledore replied with a twinkle in his eyes. "I'd bet all my lemon drops that some of Harry's ancestors are very important, both magically and among Muggles, and I would like to have a look. Would you be kind to shrink it and put it on this table?"

"Yes, Albus," she said, intrigued. When she did as he had asked, Dumbledore pulled out of his pocket some kind of magnifying glass which had a roll of parchment attached to it.

"This will be very useful for us. It's called a 'factfinder', and it should help a lot in our research."

"How does it work, Professor?" Harry asked, curiously.

"Well, the first thing we should do is to put it on the table, and then we have to say what we want to look for. It is magically connected to what Muggles would call a 'database', and if we ask correctly, it should show it and all the information about them."

"OK. Why don't we start easy?" Harry said. "I want to know about my parents."

Automatically, the factfinder started to move over the parchment, and soon two names were shown:

James Michael Potter (1960-1981 AD)

Lily Marie Evans (1959-1981 AD)

But it didn't say more.

"Why is my parents' names written in red?"

"It's a colour code," Dumbledore explained. "Red for wizards, green for Squibs, blue for Muggles. Now is when the tricky thing starts. Pull out your wand, Harry, and put it on the names of your parents. You are the only one who can make the information appear."

Harry did as he was told, and when he put his wand over his father's name, Lily's name disappeared and a list started to unroll below James' name.

James Michael Potter (1960-1981 AD)

Son of: Charlus Vincent Potter and Dorea Columba Black

Married with: Lily Marie Evans

Father of: Harry James Potter

Patronus: Lion

Animagus: Stag

Magical abilities: Occlumency / Legilimency, Wandless / Wordless Magic

Elemental Magic: Fire

Harry whistled with admiration.

"Obviously Dad was rather powerful."

"Indeed he was. The ability of controlling Elemental Magic can only be used by really magically strong people. If you want to see your mother's abilities, say 'back' and do the same as with your father."

"Back," Harry said, and the list below Harry's father name was replaced by his mother's name. He then 'clicked' on it (he thought it was like in a computer; although he had not used one ever, he had seen his uncle teaching Dudley how to use one) and the list with Lily's powers appeared.

Lily Marie Evans (1959-1981 AD)

Daughter of: John Anthony Evans and Marie Noelle Glissant

Married with: James Michael Potter

Mother of: Harry James Potter

Patronus: Vixen

Animagus: Doe

Magical Abilities: Spell Crafting, Wandless / Wordless Magic

Elemental Magic: Air

Harry smiled.

"Well done, Harry. Would you let me try one thing?" McGonagall said.

"Yes, Professor."

"People who have been important in Muggle society."

Harry looked at her, slightly surprised, but didn't say anything. Soon, the parchment had a few names, nearly all of them unknown to him.

Gaius Julius Caesar (100-44 BC)

Carolus Magnus (742-814 AD)

Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar (1043-1099 AD)

William Wallace (1272-1305 AD)

All the names were blue-coloured, which meant they were Muggles. Harry pointed at the first name of the list.

"This one is Julius Caesar, no?"

"Yes, Harry. What do you know about him?"

"Not a lot, really. I was interested in history when I was at primary school, but when I got better marks than Dudley on it the Dursleys punished me because they said I had cheated on the exam. Since then, I didn't work hard."

"The nerve of those people," McGonagall said, obviously angry.

"I know he was the one who led the conquest of Britain in 55 BC and he was killed by Brutus, but apart from that I don't remember much. Who are the other people?"

"Since they are your ancestors, I'll let you know the best known things about them."

"Carolus Magnus is the French name for Charles the Great. He was the Franks Monarch and in the year 800 he was proclaimed Emperor by the Pope. He controlled a big area formed by north-east Spain, France, Swiss and parts of Germany and Italy."

"Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar is a very famous Spanish warrior leader. He was one of the key people who managed to recover Spain from the hands of the Muslims in what it is called the Reconquist. He died as Valencia's Lord after battling since he was a bit older than you."

"And William Wallace is the one you should be more familial with: he is well known as one of the most adamant people in the attempts of granting independence to Scotland. I'm sure Professor McGonagall will be able to say more about him, since she is from Scotland too," Dumbledore concluded. McGonagall only scowled at him.

"I would like now to make a try on something I've been suspecting since a few years ago. May I?" Dumbledore said.

"Why not?" Harry asked.

The Headmaster then whispered something Harry didn't manage to pick up, but the factfinder started to look for whatever he had asked. Thirty seconds later, a few names were written on the parchment, but Harry was looking at Dumbledore to ask him what he had looked for. The look of surprise on the older man's face made him look at the parchment. And there were four names, written with red ink, that Harry would have never thought that could appear in something like his own Genealogical Tree:

Godric Gryffindor (970-1070 AD)

Helga Hufflepuff (969-1060 AD)

Rowena Ravenclaw (965-1066 AD)

Salazar Slytherin (960-1040 AD)