The Legacy of Legends

Harry hit the floor as the frying pan made contact with his head.

He heard his aunt yelling from above, "Clumsy boy, can't you even cook dinner without burning it?"

Too exhausted to even look up, he lay there on the floor. Only a week of his summer vacation had gone by and already he was half-dead. Since the first day of his holidays he had been working like a slave with only a few pieces of dry bread and fruit to eat. If this continued he'd surely be dead by the end of the vacation.

"Lazy boy get up, you've got work…AAAAARGH!!!"

Shocked by his aunt's sudden outburst, Harry looked up. Without his glasses he couldn't see properly, but whatever blurry image he could make out made his insides freeze. Standing before him were Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape! Wands raised, they were glaring at the Durselys.

This couldn't be true. He was probably hallucinating. Yes, that was it. With all the pain and blood loss from the cut on his head, he was imaging things. Harry frowned. Couldn't he come up with anything else to imagine? Snape and Malfoy weren't people you would normally fantasize about after all.

"Potter, get up," said Snape.

"Oh, so I'm not hallucinating after all. For a second there I was worried," muttered Harry.

"Keep quiet and get up," said Snape a bit more harshly.

Harry pressed his hands against the floor and tried to push himself up. His arms buckled and he slumped to the floor again. He was too weak to even get up.

"Professor, I can't," said Harry quietly. He was too ashamed to say anything else. This wasn't exactly the sort of scene that he wanted Malfoy and Snape to witness. They would most likely spread this to the entire school and taunt him about this for the rest of his cursed life.

"Take my hand, Potter," said Snape gently.

Too tired and weak to protest, Harry took his hand and Snape pulled him up. Once on his feet he started to sway. 'Damn,' Harry thought. He was too weak to even stand. Just as he was about to fall down again, Snape caught him and held him tightly by his shoulders.

"Professor Dumbledore gave you the custody of the boy and this is how you treat him?" asked Snape fiercely. "If he had known he would never had kept him here. Even house-elves aren't treated this way. Starved and physically abused- totally preposterous."

"What else could you expect from muggles, anyway?" drawled Draco.

Harry had almost forgotten about him.

"We are here to take Potter. I doubt if he'll ever be coming back here again," said Snape.

"You are not going to take the boy anywhere," said Uncle Vernon. Harry wondered how he managed to say that. If Harry was in his place and Snape was looking at him like that he would be trying to figure out ways of block a killing curse.

"Oh, but he is. I have direct orders from the Headmaster, and I would like to see a low down muggle to try and stop me," said Snape menacingly. This seemed to shut Vernon up since he didn't say anything else. "Accio Harry Potter's trunk." Harry's trunk came zooming in. Snape shrunk it and put it in his pocket.

"We'll be going now." With that he turned around and helped Harry out of the house. Draco followed them. Once outside, Harry muttered, "Thanks Professor."

"Don't thank me Potter. I was only doing my job. Now hold my hand, both of you. We're going to apparate.

"Wait a minute Professor," said Draco and walked back to the house.

Harry heard him say, "Mr. and Mrs. Dursely, Harry is very grateful for everything you have done for him. He would like to repay your kindness by giving you a present." Harry's jaw dropped in shock.

"We-we don't want any of his freaky gifts." stuttered Aunt Petunia.

Draco smirked, "But Harry insists." With that he raised his wand and muttered something Harry couldn't hear. Then it happened. The spotless clean house of the Durselys was filled with dirt and garbage. The weeds in the garden started growing and all the plants twisted around, making the Wesley's garden look almost presentable compared to this one. To make matters worse a foul smell filled the house.

Harry wasn't sure how to react. He would have found the way the Durselys were sitting with their mouths hanging open in shock very amusing if he hadn't had other things on his mind. He couldn't help but wonder why Malfoy had done it. Harry never even told him to do anything. Harry's chain of thought broke as Vernon started stuttering. Draco's smirk grew wider, if that was possible. He said, "Have a good day," and left.

When he came out again, Snape said, "Good job Draco." Then he grabbed their arms and apparated.

The uncharacteristically filthy house of the Dursely's dissolved away and a new scene took its place. Looking around, Harry realized he was in front of Hogwarts.

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Dumbledore was sitting in his office. He was waiting for Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. They deserved to know their destinies and who they truly were. He had waited so many years for this day. The day when they would be ready to except their fates. Dumbledore had thought that it would be hard to explain such a complex thing to them, but he never even dreamed that it would be this hard. He was positively sweating. Dumbledore had prepared his entire speech, how he was going to break the news to them, but still he was nervous. He was afraid of the way the two boys were going to react.

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Harry, Severus and Draco entered the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore put on his calm façade again and pleasantly said, "Harry, Draco, good to see you. Please have a seat." He motioned towards two chairs. Draco sat down and Snape helped Harry to seat. Snape was about to leave when Dumbledore stopped him. "Severus you may stay." Snape obligingly took a seat.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but why are we here?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore looked at Harry intently. He was extremely dirty and bruised. He had a pretty good idea why. Dumbledore chuckled. "Always impatient aren't you Harry? I thought you would be happy to get away from your relations' house."

Harry blushed. "Well…"

"I understand Harry. Now I am going to tell you something of extreme importance. Listen carefully and try to understand." He looked around at Draco who was frowning and then to Harry who was looking at him with great interest waiting for him to say something.

"The story begins and ends with the four founders of Hogwarts………."

Hogwarts, 2000 B.C:

Helga Hufflepuff was a seer. One day she had a vision about a time many many thousands of years in the future. The heir of Slytherin was to be a great Dark Lord who would spread terror and death through out the Wizarding World. If he wasn't stopped than he would destroy everything, both muggle and wizarding.

Now she and her 3 friends, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin were sitting in the Great Hall of their school Hogwarts and trying to figure out how to destroy the evil heir of Slytherin. They had been sitting there for hours but no one had come up with anything. Just about when they were ready to give up Godric spoke up.

"There's only one thing left to do. We have to cast the spell of Dracenus Parcentium."

"The curse of the Child of Destiny!"

"Godric! We couldn't possibly do that!"

"We don't even know if it'll work. Its never been tested before."

"Trust your abilities dear Rowena. We made the spell together. There is no reason why it shouldn't work."

"But think of the poor child."

"That brings up the question Godric, who will we cast the spell on?" asked Salazar calmly.

"On ourselves of course. Our heirs will have the power. Four heirs against one wizard. We're sure to win."

"Four Godric? Three. The Dark Lord we're fighting against is the heir of Salazar. So that leaves three."

"Helga, Slytherin will have two heirs. One will be good and one will be evil." Rowena and Helga stared at him in disbelief. Godric looked calm. He already knew about it.

"So we will cast the charm on the four of us?" asked Helga cautiously.

"No. Only on Godric and Salazar." Seeing that Helga was about to interrupt, Rowena continued, "The spell that we made is only strong enough to be used on two people."

"Why us?" asked Godric

"Because you two are more powerful than us, so naturally your heirs will be more powerful than ours," said Rowena, "and also because you two are the ones who actually want to do this thing."

"So lets get started," said Salazar.

"I'm 25 why do I have to think about my heir?" muttered Godric and got up.

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Two months later…

The potion for the spell was complete. Godric, Salazar, Rowena and Helga sat in the Quidditch pitch with a bubbling cauldron in front of them. The moon was shining above them, illuminating their features. A slight breeze was blowing, causing their robes to flutter behind them. Now was the time for the "Gifts".

Helga raised her wand and pointed it towards the Potion. She muttered "Dracenus Parcentium. My gifts for the Children of Destiny are the power of divination, and the powers of telepathy, telekinesis and teleportation, and the power to link their minds." As the spell hit the potion it shimmered and turned golden.

Next came Rowena. "Dracenus Parcentium. My gifts for the Children of Destiny are an exceptional memory, a brilliant mind, and the ability to accurately cast spells and excellence in the skill of flying." The potion turned bright red.

Salazar pointed his wand and said, "Dracenus Parcentium. My gifts for the Children of Destiny are the ability to speak, write and read all languages both muggle, magical, and animal and the ability to control the elements. " The potion turned an eerie green.

Last came Godric. "Dracenus Parcentium. My gifts for the Children of Destiny are bravery, determination, resourcefulness, and strength of character." The potion effervesced audibly and turned bright silver.

With a shaking hand Rowena poured the potion in two glasses. Without a word Godric and Salazar drank the potion. Suddenly the wind stopped blowing, leaves stopped moving and the potion stopped bubbling. It was as if time had stopped.

Gryffindor and Slytherin lit up as if by some internal light. Their hair blew though there was no wind. Godric's eyes glowed a bright emerald green and Slytherins gray. Then as suddenly as it had started it all stopped, or should I say started? The wind started blowing, leaves moved, the potion bubbled. Godric and Salazar slumped to the floor.

Rowena and Helga ran towards them and put their heads in their laps.

Godric slowly opened his eyes and said, "This was almost worth it. I'd like to try this again if it means waking up in the laps of the two most beautiful girls to ever walk this earth." He smiled weakly. Salazar snorted and Rowena and Helga blushed. True, Godric and Salazar were their best friends but still, getting a compliment from the handsomest and most charming men of their age was quite flattering.

The light mood was soon gone, as the full impact of they had done fell upon them. "Umm Salazar will all your descendants have these powers?"

"No. These abilities will remain in our blood stream for generations. They will remain in the form of raw magic in our blood and in the blood of our descendants. But it will remain in a recessive form. Godric and I cannot use these powers, nor can our descendants. The raw magic will be activated only in our heirs."

"I see." Then there was silence.

"Won't the other...er… evil heir of Slytherin also have these powers?"

"No. I said Slytherin would have 2 heirs. I never said that I would have two heirs. The evil heir, as you put it Rowena will be the heir of my brother Demetrese Slytherin."…Silence… and then.

"Then may God Almighty help the heirs- the poor souls who are gifted with an eternal curse."

Hogwarts, present:

Dumbledore paused and looked at his audience. Harry and Draco were looking at him calmly. They didn't seem surprised or fazed in any way. In fact they did not react in any way at all. But Dumbledore could sense that they were interested in what he was saying so he decided to continue.

"Now, at some point in time, no one knows when, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin cast the Dracenus Parcentium charm again. They had hoped that casting it a second time would release their recessive magic.

"However, that is not what happened. Instead of activating the small amount of raw magic in their veins, their veins were filled with only raw magic. There was no blood left in them. But this magic remained in the recessive form, only to be activated in the heirs.

"There have been many theories as to what would happen if a person's body were filled with raw magic. Theoretically, they would have unlimited power. They would be the embodiment of magic, strength and intelligence. They could be called the personification of power itself.

"In my opinion, no human should have such power. But that is beside the point. As I was saying, they would have limitless power. Such a wizards never existed. In fiction they are known as Orions.

"The course of history is about to be changed, for the heirs will be the first Orions to ever walk this earth. They will not be human, they will be magic, pure and undiluted." Dumbledore took a deep breath.

Harry and Draco were still looking at him calmly. No one said anything for a long time. Finally Harry broke the silence.

"Professor the story was really interesting and all but you still haven't told us why we're here. I mean what does all this have to do with us?" Draco nodded in agreement. Malfoy was too curious to know the answer to Harry's question to notice that he had just agreed with Potter.

Dumbledore looked up at them and studied them closely. The piercing quality in his eyes was back again. He sighed. " This has everything to do with you. Harry, Draco you two are the heirs of Gryffindor and Slytherin."