121 The Rebirth of Y/N
A/N: Just for some clarification regarding this chapter- when it was originally published I got a few messages from people interpreting the words Grandfather and Grandmother as literal, and then complaining that Y/N has more than two grandfathers and that it makes no sense.
Just to be clear the meaning of calling someone Grandfather/mother is merely a sign of ancestral respect. They could be great grandfather x15 generations- it doesn't mean literally my mother's father or father's father, I'm sorry to those who were confused that I hadn't made the implication clear enough. Enjoy the chapter.
Hermione felt herself slowly wake, stretching uncomfortably. She had slept in the chair for the last four nights. She had argued with everyone- Pomfrey, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lavender- all had tried to make her leave.
She refused. She was not leaving her boyfriend. She was so scared.
He had been beaten so badly by Alastair and the archon had taken over- she had been so close to losing him forever. But now he had been comatose again for three days after briefly waking. She was so scared.
The pain in his eyes, his voice, when he spoke about bringing on the apocalypse. It wasn't his fault. His actions may have started it but he didn't mean to, he had no way of knowing his actions would cause this. And Castiel had said it was destiny, it would always be him that would start it.
Her head spun so she did the one thing that always grounded her. She leant down and kissed him.
"Morning hands-"
She recoiled in shock at the contact. He was cold to the touch, he seemed stiff, something smelt. She ran to the nurse.
"Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey. Something's wrong with Y/N quick please!"
The matron who was half asleep and still in her dressing gown ran out and over to Y/N. She looked at him with an instant feeling of dread in her stomach:
"No. No no no. Not like this!"
She touched his neck, then his hand. She put her hand to his mouth. The awful truth registered with Hermione.
"No. Please no. No...."
The nurse looked at Hermione with tears in her eyes.
"Hermione... I'm so sorry..."
Hermione cried out. The worst pain imaginable. The most intense anguished noise.
Y/N was dead.
—~—
Y/N looked around. This place was incredible.
The colours were more vibrant, everything felt more real here- like real life was an illusion and this was reality. Y/N smiled.
"Well you're a big one aren't you!"
He heard a voice and turned around. His mouth dropped. His breathe hitched in his throat...
"Dad?"
"Hey son!" Thomas smiled.
Y/N ran and the two embraced. It was hard and soft at the same time. Y/N squeezed.
"Alastair said you were in hell... you were suffering!"
"No son. That's the thing about demons. They lie" Thomas chuckled.
"Is this?"
"Heaven? It is son"
"Am I dead?"
"You are. What do you remember?"
Y/N thought back. A thousand images rushed passed his mind's eye. He struggled to make sense of the jumbled mess before speaking.
"Zachariah?"
"That's right son. You had to come. Can't stay long, but there's some things you need to know. Some people you have to meet. Some things you have to learn. And unfortunately there's only one way to get here" Thomas chuckled.
Y/N smiled before his face dropped and he looked down.
"Dad... I'm sorry. I never wanted you to die for me..."
Thomas hugged his son again.
"I wish I had been there Y/N. I wish I could have watched you grow into the man you are. But I am so proud of you... and I would die to protect you again, in a heartbeat. The same way you did for Hermione."
Y/N pulled back and looked at his father.
"I've been watching you son. I love her, she's a keeper. You two will give me some beautiful grandchildren one day."
"It will be soon Thomas if he doesn't use a bloody condom!"
Y/N turned around shocked.
"Pammy?"
Y/N rushed and hugged his friend who laughed and hugged back.
"It's ok Y/N. It's ok. I'm at peace here. It wasn't your fault. Do me a favour and tell grumpy it wasn't his fault either. He's torturing himself. I can't stay but just wanted to say hi. Won't get this chance again for a long time."
Pam smiled as she faded away. Thomas placed a hand on his son's shoulder.
"Come on son."
Y/N walked next to his father, passing buildings, trees, people and animals. Many looked like they were separated by time and culture but all interacted happily.Thomas smiled as he watched his son observe everything awestruck.
"We can appear however we like in heaven son. Some choose young, some old- most stick with the clothes they felt most comfortable with in life."
Y/N chuckled.
"Well that explains why the muggle biker is playing cards with the Greek philosopher and the Aztec."
They reached a hall- it was grander and more elaborately decorated than any other hall they passed.
"This is the hall of our bloodline, Y/N. This is where you and Hermione will rest one day. Come, there is much for you to learn!"
They entered and Y/N was stunned- it looked like an entire town within the one hall- almost like an undetectable extension charm.
"There are things you must know Y/N. Things passed in our family, from father to son. I never had the chance in life to tell you or your brothers. Listen to our elders and everything you learn."
He sat on a bench and patted next to him for Y/N. They sat and felt the sun's warm glare on their skin.
"Our family is special Y/N, as I'm sure you're aware. Magic on earth started with our grandfather Adam. It exploded from him in a kaleidoscope, his descendants more numerous than grains of sand- but his special line, our line, brought together all those special and powerful. You must be aware of those special individuals who were either born into or married into our line? Those are our ancestors. All came together to give their gifts to you, even your maternal grandfather was preordained. It started with Adam. It ends with you."
Y/N's head was spinning.
"What do you mean Dad? I don't understand"
"You will son, but for now..."
He motioned with his head as three people approached and stood in front of the pair.
The hooded man smiled and nodded.
"I am Ezio Auditore de Firenze, Y/N. I am your grandfather. I lived in Italy in the fifteenth century."
The Viking spoke next.
"I am Eivor Varinson of the Raven clan. I came to England in the eighth century with my people. The L/N family descends directly from me" he chuckled.
"Ezio's daughter married one of my grandsons."
The Greek woman rolled her eyes.
"I am Kassandra, the Eagle bearer. I am both of their grandmother as I am yours" she spoke towards the two men with a maternal tone of voice causing Y/N to chuckle.
"All of us have the same bird vision as you Y/N. You inherited the gift from my line" Kassandra smiled. "My eagle was named Icaros, Eivor's Raven was Synin and Ezio's hawk was Aquilis."
"So you all had a companion like Na-Hath?" Y/N smiled.
"Yes but there's more. We were all Assassins, we all had hidden blades, although an Angel Blade is something else" Eivor chuckled.
"We all also have fought the same evil as you. Throughout the centuries it has had many names, but it was the same snake. To Kassandra they were the Cult of Kosmos. To Eivor the Order of Ancients. To me the Templars. To you the Knights of Merlin" Ezio spoke with a tone of anger.
"Blasphemy!" Thomas scowled.
"They have always stood opposed to our bloodline. Our family. You must understand this. They have always been ruled by the same evil."
"This is your lesson grandson. This is why you must know. Before we leave there is someone else for you to meet. My grandfather" Kassandra smiled as they stood aside. A man stood there, in very little clothing. With his beard and facial structure he looked remarkably like Y/N.
The man smiled.
"Y/N. I am your grandfather. My name is Leonidas!"
—~—
Lavender was worried. Classes had been cancelled- they were told to remain in their common rooms. Was this about Y/N and his coma? Had the Knights found out somehow? Was Hogwarts under attack from them? A million hypotheses raced through her mind as she was called by Percy to follow him. They left the common room and headed straight for McGonagall's office.
"Thank you Percy you may go" Minerva said as he nodded and shut the door. Lavender looked at her Head of House- she was trying to put on a brave face but had been crying. A lot.
"Ms Brown. Thank you for coming" McGonagall fake smiled.
"What is it Professor? What's wrong?"
Lavender's heart was about to jump out of her chest.
"Ms. Brown I am so sorry to have to be the one to tell you this..."
McGonagall paused, fighting back tears.
"...Y/N passed away over night."
Lavender stared at her blankly. What did she just say? That couldn't be right. It's Y/N! Oh my god Hermione!!!!
"How? What..? Hermione???"
"It appears his internal injuries were too great. Ms Granger is devastated as you would expect. I thought you may like to comfort her. She is still in the medical..."
Minerva couldn't finish her sentence as Lavender ran out the door. She felt herself break down again, heartbroken for the loss of her beloved student.
Lavender ran as fast as she could. There had to be some mistake. She would get there and Y/N would be awake, laughing, smirking, fussing over Hermione while he was hospitalised like he always did.
She burst through the doors and to the cubicle he was in. She was met only with a body under a sheet. Her heart broke.
"Ms Brown" the matron called to her softly.
Lavender fought back tears as she walked over to the office. She looked inside and saw Hermione sat with a blanket round her shoulders, the Headmaster next to her.
She couldn't say anything, she just rushed Hermione, fell to her knees and embraced her. They poured their hearts out onto each other's shoulders.
"I'll go summon Sam now Ms Granger" the Headmaster whispered as he took his leave.
—~—
Leonidas had spoken to Y/N for a while. They discussed tactics- they discussed Thermopylae. Y/N was beyond proud when Leonidas told his descendant that the Phoenix Bearers reminded him of his Spartans. The four ancestors said their goodbyes and left- Y/N was alone with his father again.
"So uh, that was intense Dad."
Thomas chuckled.
"Remember Y/N- Knights, Cults, Orders- it's the same filth. The dressing may change but it's the same evil spawn. Now we need to go see our next group of ancestors."
They approached three men. Two Y/N recognised quite well from their portraits at Hogwarts.
"Wait... you're not telling me?"
The larger man with the white beard smiled.
"Godric Gryffindor. Pleasure to meet you grandson!"
Y/N stared at his house founder in shock before he was nudged into shaking Godric's hand by his father.
The smaller man who appeared in traditional Celtic attire, not at all like his portraits portrayed, smiled and nodded.
"I am known by many names. You though would know me as-"
"Merlin?" Y/N asked stunned. Merlin nodded again.
"You are the rightful heir of both Godric and myself. We are both your grandfathers" Merlin smiled.
"I'm the Heir of Gryffindor? And of Merlin? But the king..."
"The Royal Family are not my true descendants Y/N. It is not the House of Wessex that descended from me but the House of L/N!"
"But that is the reason for-"
"Yes. The reason they claim for their Divine Right to Rule. But it was based on a lie by A'ethelred in 946. You are the rightful king Y/N!"
Y/N's head was spinning even further now.
"You must keep this knowledge secret Y/N. Tell only Hermione, Albus and Severus. I know there have been difficulties with Albus but he can be trusted. If this gets out it will-"
"Start a civil war!" Y/N finished his father's thoughts.
"This is your lesson Y/N. Your true birthright. Remember it" Thomas smiled.
Y/N nodded to his father and turned to the third man who was obviously Scottish judging by the kilt.
"William Wallace?" Y/N asked chuckling. The man smiled and spoke with a thick Scottish accent:
"No. I am Allen McNair. I was the first McNair with the ability to whisper. You're probably sick of hearing it but I too am your grandfather."
—~—
Sam arrived at the hospital wing, beyond despondent. He couldn't believe his partner was gone. He and Y/N had grown so close so quick. So many hunts, so many near death experiences. He was Sam's most trusted ally. One of his closest friends. He was gone. Sam tried to bury the pain. Put on a brave face. Hermione needed support. Sam had lost Jess, he knew how she was feeling. The pain was indescribable.
He entered the office to see Hermione being hugged by Lavender. She saw Sam and got up, hugging him tight.
"I'm so sorry Hermione. I am so so sorry!"
Hermione hugged him tighter as she broke down in tears again.
"Can we- can we go to the roadhouse Sam? I want to be with Y/N's family"
Hermione struggled to get the request out through her tears. Sam just hugged her tighter and kissed her on the head.
"Of course Hermione. Of course."
—~—
"Your final lesson is approaching Y/N. Our time together will be brief. Do not forget what you have learned"
"I won't Dad" Y/N nodded.
They approached three final individuals. They all had an air of power, of dignity about them.
"Y/N these are some of our most powerful ancestors. Like you they possessed an archon. This lesson is how to beat the devil inside."
Y/N picked up the sadness in his father's voice.
"I am Thor young grandson. Verily I am happy to greet you"
The larger than life individual with a giant beet stein in his hand spoke with a mighty booming voice. He was about the same height as Y/N and a similar build.
"I am Achilles. You are a mighty warrior grandson. You honour your bloodline."
This man had a softer voice in volume but the intensity of his words could easily be heard.
Finally the smallest man, who was African, shook Y/N's hand and spoke with a thick accent.
"I am Thoth. I too am pleased to make your acquaintance grandson. I am pleased to see you have inherited my intellect as well as Thor's strength and Achilles' prowess in battle.
Y/N smiled and nodded at the man.
"I sense disappointment Y/N. I hope you are not ashamed to have a black man as an ancestor?"
Y/N's eyes shot open in shock at Thoth's words. In truth Y/N hadn't even registered he was black.
"No grandfather not at all just..." he leaned in and whispered "...I was kind of hoping you would have an ibis head."
Thoth laughed heartily.
"That I'm afraid was artistic licence by the non magics. Your archon Y/N reflects your strength. You are the Prophesied One, the culmination of our bloodline- therefore your archon reflects this. It will not be easy to overcome."
"How do I then?" Y/N asked with concern.
"There is a ritual- lost from history. When you are ready you will be able to undertake this ritual, summon us- the power of your bloodline to assist you. You must travel to Egypt. Under the Sphinx there is a hidden chamber from the first age containing the Book of the Dead and the the Book of Life. Only you may enter as our bloodline is the key to opening the door. Take the books- when you are ready the key will open them" Thoth smiled.
"What key grandfather?"
"This one!" Thoth smiled again, handing Y/N an octagonal device.
"When you are ready the key will sense it and open for you, allowing you to open both books. The Book of Life will teach you to establish a chamber within your mind in which to fight the archon. The Book of Death will teach you to summon us to you. When you return start learning heiroglyphs- you will need them."
Y/N nodded and thanked his grandfathers.
"You have one more ancestor to meet Y/N. And you must go alone. This is where we part son"
Thomas said sadly.
Y/N fought back tears and hugged his father tight.
"Look after Hermione, try to make up with Dean and tell Sev I said thanks. I knew he would do right by you. Until we meet again son!"
Thomas, the grandfathers and the Hall faded as Y/N looked around in another chamber.
He walked through the doorway to see a man looking at him smiling.
"Are-are you God?" Y/N asked in shock.
The man chuckled.
"Flattering but no. I am your father and your grandfather. I am Adam!"
Y/N was gobsmacked.
"Do I kneel or?"
The man laughed again.
"No. We don't have much time. Tell me what lessons have you learned?"
"Uh- the Knights are headed by the same evil they always have. They've been known by different names. I am the rightful heir to the throne and I have to go to Egypt to discover how to defeat my archon. My ancestors are the key to my victory."
Adam smiled. "Yes. They are your lessons but I must impart on you knowledge. The same evil has been behind our adversaries since the beginning. Do you know who that is?"
"Demons?" Y/N asked. He honesty had no clue.
"Lilith" Adam replied calmly.
"Lilith? How is that possible? She must be..."
"Lilith was my wife. My first wife. She sold her soul to Lucifer for power and to never die a natural death. It's what led to his imprisonment. I was the start of our line. You will see it's fruition when you defeat the antichrist and Lilith!"
"It's fruition. So I won't have children?"
Adam smiled.
"No. You will. But they will be free. Unencumbered by the responsibilities of our line. For the first time in millennia free to choose their own path. You will see to it. Now go. We come to you when you call us! Stay strong grandson. We are proud!"
Y/N felt a presence behind him. He turned to see Zachariah who pressed two fingers to his forehead.
—~—
Y/N gasped and shot up in bed. He pulled the sheet off his face and looked around. The medical bay was abandoned. He cast a quick cleaning spell- death had some bad side effects- and got to his feet. He looked down in his hand and was holding the key from Thoth. He placed it in his pouch and quickly dressed before leaving the infirmary.
—~—
Harry and Ron sat anxiously in the Great Hall. Classes had been cancelled for the day- all the students had been summoned to the hall but there was no sign of Hermione or Lavender after Percy had taken her to see McGonagall.
Harry looked to the teachers table- they were all in tears. Snape looked catatonic. Dumbledore approached the podium. He was attempting to be stoic but Harry could see he was holding back tears.
"Students I'm afraid to say we-I have some terrible news to give you. As many of you are aware Y/N L/N has been undertaking Ghoul Studies as a NEWT subject with Professor Sam Winchester...."
Muttering could be heard in the hall.
"Ghoul Studies leads to being qualified as a Hunter. This is a serious and dangerous
profession. Four days ago Y/N went on a hunt and in the course of saving many lives suffered brutal injuries. He had been in a coma the last four days. Tragically Y/N passed away last night."
There were shrieks, cries. Beatrice and Maisy broke down as did Ginny, Luna and some others. Many looked shocked. Harry fought back tears of his own.
"I don't need to tell you what a brave, intelligent, caring and compassionate young man Y/N was. Even in his last moments, thinking of others. Our thoughts go to his family and Ms Gr-"
Dumbledore was interrupted by the Great Hall doors opening. Screams could be heard.
Y/N was standing there!
He apparated instantly to the podium where Dumbledore embraced him tightly. The other teachers rushed him in shock- both Snape and McGonagall embracing him before he whispered with Dumbledore and disappeared.
"Students if you could please look to me. I can explain!" Albus smiled in relief as he pulled his wand:
Obliviate
—~—
Y/N apparated to the front door of the Roadhouse. He wasn't sure how Hermione would react. Hopefully she was ok. He tried to open the door but it was locked. He knocked loudly.
"Fuck off or I'll kill ya!" He heard Bobby yell out.
He banged on the door even louder. He heard it unlock and Jo opened it initially angry and then slackjawed.
"Hey Jo! Can I come in?" He smiled. She stepped back and he entered.
He saw the whole crew and Hermione and Lavender staring at him with bloodshot puffy eyes.
"Baby!" Hermione said jumping up to be held back by Sam. Bobby approached Y/N looking at him in disbelief.
"Hey Bobby!" Y/N smiled.
Bobby placed a hand on his shoulder before pulling a knife and slashing at Y/N.
Y/N reacted quickly spinning Bobby around and holding his arm behind his back. He took the knife... silver... and pushed him forward.
"I'm not a shapeshifter Bobby!"
"Then you're a revenant!" Bobby yelled, charging again before Y/N held the knife up. He kept his eyes on the others who were reaching for their wands.
"You're Robert Stephen Singer! You became a hunter after your wife was possessed by a demon. You're the closest thing Sam has to a father! And if I was either could I do this with a silver knife?"
Y/N lifted his T-shirt sleeve and sliced across his bicep. No reaction apart from bleeding.
"Boy?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. If nothing else look, my Lordship ring is still on my finger."
He held it up to the others, smiling at Hermione before looking back to Bobby to be met with water splashing in his face.
He looked away and spat out a large amount of the Holy water that had gotten in his mouth.
"I'm not a demon either you know!"
"Sorry. Can't be too careful!"
Bobby smiled before rushing in and hugging Y/N. Sam let go of Hermione who broke down in tears and hugged him tight.
"I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry!" he apologised.
She looked up and kissed Y/N passionately before hugging him again. Sam was next in a hug, then the others and finally Lavender approached.
Slap
Hard across the face before she cannoned punches into his chest.
"I-told-you-not-to-scare-her!"
Y/N hugged her tight as she broke down in tears.
—~—
Y/N and Hermione returned to school by apparition, Lav floo'ing in. Y/N took them straight to Albus's office. He was sat at his desk waiting.
"Y/N how is this possible?"
"An angel named Zachariah killed me. I had to go to heaven and apparently that's the only way to get there. I met with my ancestors. I learned a lot. I'll explain later but for now Hermione and I need some time alone Albus."
The Headmaster smiled and nodded.
"Hermione and I will need next week off classes as well."
"Baby?/Can I ask why?" Hermione and Albus said at the same time.
"Thoth gave me some important information about how to beat the archon. You remember the trip to Egypt I promised you love? Pack for hot weather."
—~—
Y/N and Hermione were in a loving embrace in the Room of Requirement. Hermione's head was on Y/N's chest, her finger outlining his scar as he ran his index finger up and down her spine.
"I'm sorry I scared you baby!"
"It wasn't your fault. I don't want to think about it. But how was heaven?"
"Too amazing to describe. We will rest there for eternity one day. I got to speak to Dad. A lot. Would you like to see?"
Hermione smiled.
"You know I would!"
Y/N pulled up her face to look at him and sent her the memory. He delighted in seeing her face light up in joy, happiness and wonder as she processed the information. She hugged him tightly.
"That was incredible baby. Your dad is so nice. How much do you look like Leonidas? How funny is Thor? Wait you're the Heir of Gryffindor? YOU'RE THE TRUE KING? I can't wait to have those babies!"
Y/N smiled as Hermione continued to discuss heaven.
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