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It had been three days finally alone and able to talk to Godric Gryffindor's portrait in secret. The schoolwork was interesting, excluding Potions. Needless to say, Harry wasn't impressed with the unreasonably venomous Potions Professor.

"Hello," Harry said quietly. No matter how empty the common room seemed, there is always the chance that eavesdroppers are present. "The hat told me something I should let you know."

The bearded man sitting in the painting seemed to have been dozing until Harry announced his presence. "Hello, there. It's been a while since a student has talked to me. What is this 'something', pray tell?"

Harry fidgeted nervously with his wand. "I'm a Dragon Rider."

Godric Gryffindor's eyebrows shot high up his forehead as it's owner jumped in his seat. He seemed far more alert from the announcement. "Truly? It has been so long since I have met one! But surely... I must see some proof of this high claim, if you really did talk to the Hat, you should know what I want."

Harry obligingly showed his wand and the shimmering green scale nestled in its wood. This seemed to pump up the man even more. "Finally, a true Rider! If you want to ask anything, call me." With that, the portrait swung sideways and exposed a small passage lit with strange, teardrop-shaped lamps. Harry shrugged and walked in.

-X-

A long way down later and a few hundred steps down some stairs (that would make it painful to exit the room), Harry came upon a gigantic room. It was just as big as the common room itself, if not bigger. There were full walls of bookshelves, complete with ladders to reach the top rows. There was a large empty area that had a rack filled with swords of different colour and shapes. The most impressive of the things in the room was, undoubtedly, the large silvery metal dragon statue in the corner of the room. It was far larger than Jade and its wings were spread in a threatening way. I guess I know what Ollivander meant by 'silver dragon'. When would the time be right, though?

There stood a seemingly empty canvas by the side and next to it was a tall pendulum clock. At least, it was empty before the head of Godric popped in the side of it. "Hello, do you like the room?"

Harry stopped gaping at the room and nodded vigorously. Godric chuckled. "Then I'm sure you will like his aspect of the room. You see that big opening? Go to the end, tap the wall with your wand and say: Shur'tugal."

"How do you know about all of this, Mr. Gryffindor?" Harry asked in amazement.

He winked. "I was a Rider too, you know, and call me Godric. Now go!"

-X-

Harry practically ran into the large opening, which was large enough to accommodate Jade with her wings fully extended. He tapped the unremarkable stone wall and it seemed to vaporize and open the inside of what seemed to be a cave. Harry exited the cave mouth and ended up in what was probably a part of the Forbidden Forest, according to the mental pictures Jade showed to Harry from above. Was this actually a secret way into the school? Harry decided to testify and mentally shouted for his dragon. Jade!

The dragon, gracefully as always, flew swiftly to him and landed in the clearing by the cave. She had been feeding herself with the many deer that were to be found around the place. Harry, I thought you were supposed to be at school? They were unperturbed by the fact that they didn't get to see each other too often. Although Jade went unnoticed by the Dursleys, her tracks and the claw marks she left when taking off wasn't. They mostly got to meet when Harry got enough free time to go to the park.

Yeah, but I think I found a secret passage!

Ooh, really? Show me!

Harry took her to the cave and tapped the wall again, exposing the large path to the 'Rider Room'. They walked all the way into the main chamber. Godric was delighted.

"Oh, this is your dragon? Amazing colour on those scales, what's the name?"

As Harry ad-libbed the answers to the questions thrown his way, Jade explored the room, starting with the silver dragon statue.

Harry finally got away from the rapid fire questions and joined Jade in looking at the books. A certain book in leather was placed on a tea-table in front of the wall. "The journal of Godric Gryffindor," he read aloud.

"Oh, you can have it. In fact, I want you to take it. Perhaps you can find some interesting things inside." He snapped out of his mutterings and rolled his fingers at Harry's direction. Harry excitedly opened the book and a note fluttered out.

Harry picked up the paper and read it.

To the one who finds and reads this:

I had written this journal to dismiss any doubts about myself, and I hope that this will erase yours too as to what happened.

We are losing the War for Mundanes badly. Our resources, which are shallow enough from the Urgal Revolt, are draining rapidly and will soon be gone.

Thankfully, Salazar, my old friend, has given us a strategy that will hopefully work. All the fighters will meet upon the field of battle, and I will employ a method only used twice; by Thuviel and by Galbatorix himself.

Tomorrow, as Salazar pulls away our army, I will sacrifice myself and be reunited with Mariya in the Void.

To the reader of this book now, I have written parts of my training within, to carry on the works of the Riders should we all fall. I hope that you may continue the legacy that is the Rider's Order.

Atra du evarínya ono varda, Shur'tugal.

Godric Gryffindor

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AN: Another short chap, sorry. I had no idea what else to put into this one.

Also, how's my pacing? I feel like I'm skipping a lot but if I try to add stuff, it becomes a copy/paste from the book.