The next morning, Harry woke up at about six in the morning. He was too excited to sleep any longer. Beside him in the next bed, Draco was snoring lightly. Grinning, he grabbed his trunk and sneaked downstairs.

To his surprise, he saw that Eliza was already in the Common Room. "Hey, Eliza," he greeted. "When did you get up?"

"Oh, about ten minutes ago," the girl replied. "I think we'd better leave and hide somewhere before Draco wakes up, or else he'll drag us into some activity we don't want to do. We have to be on time, or we'll miss out chance to see Rowena and the others."

"Oh, alright," Harry agreed as he sat down to read.

Several hours later, at eight o'clock, Harry thought he heard movement upstairs. "Quick," he whispered to Eliza. "Draco's up. We have to get out of here if we don't want him to follow us."

The girl nodded in agreement and they both grabbed their trunks as they ran out of the Common Room.

"Which classroom are we using?" She asked.

"Um... let's take the Room of Requirement. It's this way, come on." Leading the way, he headed up to the seventh floor. He walked past the wall and back again three times, concentrating.

/We need a place to stay until Lady Lyra transports us... Somewhere nice and quiet.../

A second later, a small door formed in the wall. He thought he heard Eliza gasp slightly, but he ignored her and pulled the doorhandle. Walking inside, he motioned for the girl to follow.

Today, the room looked cozy and comfortable. There were several sofas littered around the room while dishes of sweets and snacks had been placed on the coffee tables. Harry promptly sat down and grabbed a Chocolate Frog as he flipped open his book and continued to read.

At about eight fifty-five, Harry stood up abruptly. He packed away his book as he grabbed his trunk and stood in at the center of the room. Beside him, Eliza did the same. Neither said a single word.

Eight fifty-six.....

Fifty-seven.....

Harry reached up and impatiently brushed his robes for lack of things to do.

Fifty-nine....

10 seconds now....

Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one... Zero.

Harry was aware that somewhere in the castle, the ringing of an old Grandfather clock could be heard. He squeezed his eyes shut as he held onto his trunk like a lifeline. The world began spinning around him. A wind barrier formed, the current surrounding him, encircling him over and over... Faster and faster...

The next thing he knew, he was standing on firm ground once again. Looking up, he saw a man with silvery robes standing in front of him. "SALAZAR!" he cried as he raced forward and thew himself at his mentor.

The man returned his embrace. "Come on," he said, motioning to both him and Eliza. "The others are waiting."

Walking into the next room, he saw that the rest of the Founders were there. He launched himself at Godric while the man laughed and hugged him.

After greetings were exchanged, Rowena said, "You're rooms will be the same one's as last time. Just settle in."

Harry looked up and asked hesitantly, "How long will we be staying, Rowena?"

The witch smiled. "A week this time, although only one hour will pass in your time." Her hazel eyes twinkled. "Go ahead and settle in. Don't let us stop you. Come back down when you're done."

Harry and Eliza both complied, running up to their old rooms and unpacking the few items they had bought. Then, they returned downstairs.

"Lessons will start again tomorrow," Salazar said. "I know its the holidays, and you will get plenty of free time, but we have limited time together. We want you to improve as much as you can. For today, you can just relax and do whatever you like."

"Harry," Godric said, turning to him. "I want to have another dueling session with you right now if you don't mind. I want to see how much you've improved since you've left."

Harry nodded happily. Dueling with Godric, although extremely difficult, was always interesting. "What are the rules?"

Godric turned serious. "I want to duel with no rules. Every spell aloud, except for the Killing Curse, of course." Seeing the boy stiffen, he added, "Salazar's right, you know. Even the Dark Arts is important. Just because its Dark Magic doesn't mean its evil."

"But... how come?" Harry had never quite understood the concept of Dark Magic not always being used for evil.

"Just because a spell is classified as 'Dark' does not mean its necessarily bad. I'll give you an example. The Levitating spell is a Light spell which first years learn, correct?"

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Well, imagine this. Someone levitates their nemisis and dangles them out the window. Then, they intentionally drop the spell and their enemy falls to their death. In this case, the Levitating spell is dangerous. It is what caused the death of an innocent. But it is considered a Light spell. Another example is this: you know that the Aduro Shield, one of the strongest in the world, is considered Dark because of its fire properties. If someone uses it and manages to stop another from getting hit with.. say, a pain curse, is it really so bad for one to use it?"

Harry nodded, his brain processing this information. He knew that Godric had a point. "But, what makes a spell evil or good?"

"The difference between what someone may call a 'good' use of a spell, or a 'bad' use, is the intent. You'r intension changes everything. If you meant to kill someone by dropping them out the window, then in that case, the Levitating spell is 'evil'. If you meant to save someone by using the Aduro Shield, then the spell is 'good'. Do you understand what I am talking about now?"

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "But.... there are some spells that I can't see the good side of. What about the Unforgivables? How can any of those be 'good'?"

"I'll start with the Imperius. Suppose someone has suicidal intentions. To stop them from hurting themselves, someone may use the Imperius Curse on them. It may be the only way to keep them safe. With the Cruciatus... Have you ever heard of spirit posession?"

Harry nodded slightly. "Well, in my second year, Voldemort posessed Ginny, my best friend's sister. He made her... do things."

"Yes," Godric said. "Spirit posession is similar to that. Sometimes though, the only way to drive the spirit away is pain. That is where the Cruciatus comes in use."

"But... what about the Killing Curse?"

"Harry." The founder sighed slightly. "Imagine this: you are terribly sick and nothing anyone does can help you. There is no medication that will work, no potion or spell that will cure you. Everyday, you are in pain, and your body is slowly failing. Wouldn't it be kinder just to let you go? Two simple words, a flash of green light, and everything is over. Wouldn't that be better at times?"

Harry slowly nodded as he finally understood what his mentor was trying to say. "So, you're saying that every curse and spell has its good points and bad points. It is how we, as humans, uses them that decides whether it is actually good or evil."

Godric smiled. "Exactly. So are you ready to duel now?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Good." Standing, they both bowed to each other before they began.

The two circled each other warily. Harry grabbed onto his wand tightly. Although he didn't need it, he always felt comforted by its presense.

Godric snapped out a curse with whipcrack speed and zero warning. Harry jumped out of the way. There was a blare of orange-red light that quickly fizzled out.

Harry cried out his own spell. "Stupefy!"

Godric countered the stunning charm with barely a blink. "Imperio!"

Harry felt the air crackle with the force of the forbidden curse unleashed. He quickly used a Dark shield and countered the attack. "Encavio!"

The walls around Godric began to collapse. The Gryffindor Founder jumped out of the way with lightening speed.

Taking advantage of the slight distraction, Harry used wandless magic and called out three spells at once. "Stupefy! Petrificus Totalus! Expelliarmus!"

For a second, he thought the spells would hit, but then the founder jumped up and twisted his body in such a way that every single one of them missed.

"Seclario!"

Harry jumped sideways to avoid the pain curse. He met his downfall when he was suddenly hit with another spell. The world before him turned black. He reached out his hand and tried to get up, but stumbled and fell back to the ground.

"Harry! Harry, calm down," a voice ordered.

Harry obeyed as he stilled. A second later, someone muttered and his sight returned. "Godric?" he asked weakly.

The man picked him up gently and set him in a chair. "Pretty impressive, Harry," he said. Inwardly, he felt proud at what his heir had managed to accomplish. After all, not everyone could challenge Godric Gryffindor to a fifteen minutes duel. Most couldn't even last five minutes. "Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine," Harry said shakily. He momentary blindness had scared him to no end. He was trembling slightly.

Godric reached forwards and pulled the quaking boy into his arms, wrapping his arms protectively around his heir. He rubbed the child's back comfortingly. After a few minutes, the younger wizard calmed down slightly. "Come on, let's take a break," he said, pulling the boy up.

A break and many cups of tea later, Harry settled down into his room for the night. He was exhausted. Yawning, he quickly fell asleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The week sped by with lightening speed. Before Harry knew it, it was the day to leave for his own dimension.

The morning they were to leave, Harry and Eliza gathered in the living room. Before they were to be transported, Godric walked up with many boxes in his hands. "Before you leave, we have some gifts for you," he said. "Here, sit down, this will take a while."

First, Rowena handed out her gifts. Harry opened the large case to find a red violin propped up inside. The beautiful instrument was made of wood, smooth and rich. He ran his fingers gently alone the strings, feeling them rubbing against him.

Turning, he saw that Eliza had recieved a silver flute the colour of ice. He smiled; these were the instruments Rowena had taught them to play.

"Remember to practise your music when you get back. Don't forget to practise the piano," the red-haired Founder reminded them.

Helga was next. She handed them each a suitcase. Harry's was green while Eliza's was blue. Opening them, Harry grinned. It contained 'Founder- style' robes. Many pairs of high-collared robes could be seen with matching boots. One pair was icy silver, another emerald green. There were also robes of dark maroon and deep, sapphire blue. The boots light but sturdy, perfect for dancing and social events.

He looked over at Eliza. Her robes and tunics were decidedly more... feminine, similar to those of Rowena and Helga's.

Next, Godric stepped forward. "I bought different gifts for you two," he said, a grin on his face. "Harry," he said, as he handed him a small, oak box. Opening it, Harry gasped. Inside the box contained a beautiful necklace the shape of a six-point star. The star itself was made of pure white marble, and engraved on it were two animals: a phoenix and a snake. The phoenix had fiery tailfeathers the colour of flames while the snake was lush green. The two animals were entwined together, wrapped around each other with stunning elegance and grace.

What Harry liked most, however, was not the animals. On each point of six-point star was a small jewel. Each was different and unique. The one on top was a milky white moonstone. Carved on it was the initials 'Harry.P.' The next two jewels to the right were a ruby and a sapphire with the letters 'R.W.' and 'Harry.G.' The lilac gemstone on the bottom could be clearly recognized as an amethyst. The initials 'E.R.' could be seen. And finally, on the left, was an emerald and a black garnet. Engraved were the letters 'D.M.' and 'S.S.' The pendant hung from a simple but delicate silver chain.

"Wow," Harry whispered. "Godric, what's this for?"

At this, the man took out another box. In the box were five smaller stars. The stars were each made from precious jewels. One was made of ruby, the others sapphire, amethyst, emerald, and black garnet. "I've connected these necklaces together with many charms and spells," the Gryffindor Founder explained. "Give one each to your friends (just associate them with the colours). You will be able to communicate through these stones, and if any one of them is in danger, their coloured stone on your pendant will glow hot. To speak with them, just press your finger on the specified stone and say the activating password."

"Activiating password?'

Godric smiled. "So the enemy can't use it. You each need your own password to be able to use activiate jewels. Each time before use, just say the password."

Harry grinned and threw himself at the founder. "I love it, Godric," he whispered. "It's beautiful."

Godric then handed Eliza a pair of bow and arrows. "My very own which I have created," he said. "Use it well, Eliza."

Finally, Salazar came forward. He handed them each a huge box. Opening it, Harry was stunned. Contained inside were each and every potions ingrediant he had ever heard of. He gasped when he saw a small bottle labled 'Veela hair'. Severus would go crazy over this!"

"Thank you, Salazar!" he cried as Eliza nodded her agreement.

"I totally love this." The girl sounded ecstatic with joy. Harry knew that she adored potions almost as much as he did.

Rowena stepped forward and engulfed them both in an embrace. "It's time to go now, children," she said regretfully. "I hope to see you soon."

They each nodded, unable to express how thankful they were. Finally, the air around them began to spin. Faster and faster, until everything was but a blur.

And Harry and Eliza disappeared from sight.