Renewing What He Lost - ON HOLD

Chapter 10- The Prophecy

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Salazar sneered and said "Took you long enough."

Harry felt his cheeks flush pink but asked the question that was growing in his mind. "But my mother was muggle-born. How can she be a Lyrican?" Rowena glanced at him for a moment before answering "Your mother's father was a squib. He probably didn't want to share the information with your mother as he was probably ashamed."

"Why would he be ashamed?"

"Harry, back then squibs weren't very common and if they were found they were often humilitated by people of purer blood." Harry was thouroughly disgusted by what they were telling him.

"Why would be people do that?" Harry exclaimed.

"Some people believed that if you weren't a pure-blood," Rowena cast a glance at Salazar, "then you shouldn't be allowed in the magical world...at all."

Then Godric added "But over the years the talk about blood status has died down." Helga mumbled "Thank Merlin." 

Harry's thought however were very cluttered. 'My mother was a wandless wizard!' and 'My grandfather was a squib.' Then Harry remebered that they said that they would teach him wandless magic. 'What if I'm not good at it?' Harry thought going into a panic mode. 'But they wouldn't just give up on me if I wasn't good, would they?'

A voice was bringing Harry out of his reverie. "Harry! Harry!"

Looking up he mumbled "Yeah?"

Rowena pursed her lips not unlike Professor McGonagall does often when dealing with children who don't listen and Helga smiled warmly at Harry before saying "Ready to start learning how to use wandless magic?"

Harry grinned.

For the next hour he barely grinned once. Harry couldn't seem to grasp the skill of wandless magic yet. They told him that to start learning about wandless magic you had to start from the beginning. So for the last hour Harry had been re-learning how to perform a simple levitation spell.

"I can't do it!" Harry said frusteratedly for the tenth time.

"Yes you can, Harry." Helga said in a soothing sort of voice. But if you listened closely you could tell she was beginning to have her doubts. Harry turned to Rowena and asked in an almost pleading sort of voice "Why can't I do it?"

"Well, this sort of magic comes through you in a emotion. It could be love, hate, happiness or any of those. You just have to find it within you. And once you master using that emotion to your advantage." She replied.

"Just dig a little deeper Harry. I'm sure you can do it." Godric said with emotion. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on his feelings. He couldn't decide what feeling he should concetrate though.

"Hurry up you foolish boy!" Salazar snapped.

Harry's anger flared and suddenly he heard gasps of suprise from the Founders. He opened his eyes and saw the couch that was sitting in the corner was in midair. He looked over to the Founder's portraits and saw three of the four founders looking very proud.