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Please also note that I haven't beta read this, it is completely the original authors work.

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Author: fieryfalcon
Fiction Rated: M - English - Adventure/Romance - Harry P. & Hermione G. - Reviews: 154 - Published: 04-11-06 - Updated: 07-07-08 - Complete - id:2886994
AN: This story is the sequel to Harry Potter and the Bearers of the Light. That story followed directly from book five and for the purpose of my plot book six does not exist. I hope that everyone enjoys this story and for the people who liked Light Bearers I hope this sequel lives up to your expectations.

Chapter 1 - Forbidden Legacy

Harry groaned as he lay uncomfortably in his bed on the second story of the Dursley home. The Dursley house at Number Four Privet Drive had been Harry's home for almost his entire life out of necessity. Powerful wards protected Harry from his nemesis, the darkest wizard in the world, Lord Voldemort. Voldemort, the very thought of him made Harry seethe with rage, which was unfortunate because the effort of getting angry hurt.

It had been over two weeks since Harry had returned to Privet Drive to recover from the ordeal that had left him physically and magically drained. Hermione had nearly been killed, again, because he had failed to listen to her. She had pleaded with him for months to confront Dumbledore about his strange activities. Had Harry done so he might have learned enough to uncover Voldemort's plot to kidnap him. Instead that succeeded and forced Hermione to risk her life to free him. Indeed, Hermione had very nearly died in a battle with Voldemort that she knew she couldn't win just so she could distract him long enough for Dumbledore to rescue Harry.

The result was Hermione's mind nearly destroyed by Voldemort in an insidious attack with his powerful legimency. Hermione had been lucky enough to barely escape thanks to the special bond she and Harry had developed between them. A process they had discovered, which was known as Itomency, had allowed Harry and Hermione to share a telepathic link. The link was virtually unknown to most of the wizarding world due to the fact that it took immense power for any couple to form one. They had discovered the magic during their studies of the more common skills of legimency and occlumency.

After Hermione's flight into Harry's mind to escape the destruction of her own it was up to Harry to repair the extensive damage that Voldemort had done. It had taken days without sleep combined with almost inhuman exertion on his part but he had succeeded. Hermione had returned home to her parent's to recover from her ordeal just like Harry had come back to Privet Drive. He had never been more relieved in his entire life.

Thinking about Hermione made Harry's heart ache from worry and longing to see her again. It was one thing to talk to her telepathically, a wonderful thing, but it was no substitute for being in the same room with her. Still, Harry found himself wishing that he could at least talk to her or failing that get some sleep. Of course right now those two goals were the same. They could only communicate with each other if both were awake or both were asleep and judging from Hermione's lack of responsiveness she was currently asleep.

Madam Pomfrey had been visiting them both and she assured Harry that Hermione was nearly whole again, which was somewhat consoling. Harry's condition was beyond her help though; he would either recover or not on his own. Harry's magical energies had been seriously depleted but he was confident that they would return. He could already feel his power returning, though slower than he would have liked.

Harry finally gave up and reached for the Dreamless Sleep potion that he had been given by Madam Pomfrey. He hated to use it since it induced unconsciousness instead of true sleep but he was aching too much to tolerate staying awake any longer.

The next thing Harry knew he was blinking his eyes blissfully for the couple of seconds between sleep and the dull throbbing pain of his existence. He groaned loudly and pushed himself into a more upright position so he could grab his breakfast. Dobby had been bringing him food ever since he had arrived. The Dursleys had been incensed at his early return, even though it had only been a little while before normal, and had refused to do anything for him. He hadn't seen them at all but that wasn't upsetting. If it weren't for the pain his seclusion would actually have been enjoyable.