The Trials of Life

By: Silver Pheonix Quill

Disclaimer: I do NOT own or Harry Potter. No matter how much I'd like it to be mine it never will be so please don't sue, you won't get much, I used my last dollar to go grab a Pepsi so please don't sue, I'm just another fan trying to bide my time.

Chapter 1

Explain my Identity

Lonely, tired, empty, sick of dealing with the burden that has been placed upon my shoulders, I miss Sirius, I miss the carefree days of times long past. How could I have been so stupid! I should have tried harder to learn occlumency… I shouldn't have listened to that stupid vision or Kreature. A young man of 15 lay on his bed at number 4 Privet Drive. This man stared at the ceiling mentally bashing himself for stupid mistakes, the stupid mistakes that had gotten his godfather killed.

This mans name is Harrison James Potter, or Harry Potter the-boy-who-lived. Harry hated that title; it followed him wherever he went in the magical world. He wished he could leave until he could sort through the jumbled mess that his brain seemed to be as of late.

Harry looked over to his clock it read 11: 48 pm, 2 minutes until he was 16 years old. He gave a half false smile, "Happy Birthday to me" he whispered to himself when the clock finally turned over to 12:00 midnight. As soon as the words left his mouth a bright silver light started glowing around Harry and he vanished.

Harry arrived in a place he didn't know, but he did know it was beautiful; it looked like something from a different world it was awe-inspiring. It was so breath taking the Harry didn't notice someone walk up behind him until said person spoke.

"Am I to assume you are Harrison Potter?"

Harry jumped and spun around, wand drawn and trained on the man in front of him. The man he saw was old to say the least; he looked to be around 80 or so. The man had long shockingly white hair and a beard to match, his beard ended around his navel while his hair was about midback. His sparkling Amber eyes didn't have glasses to hide behind but held more wisdom then even Dumbledore's eyes. Even in this mans old age you felt as if you could trust him with anything.

Harry watched this man skeptically, deciding whether or not to tell the man that he had guessed correctly. Harry decided to tell the man that he was right in his assumption, "Yes, I am Harrison Potter."

"Wonderful, welcome Harry to the Pride of the Griffin, I am Merlin." The man who called himself Merlin smiled brightly.

Harry stared at the man, Merlin. Please tell me he's joking! He can't be Merlin; Merlin has been dead for well over a thousand years… He certainly looks like that picture of Merlin I saw… "Merlin? You've been dead for like a thousand years."

"True which is why you are here in the past, you have been chosen for the Pride, to be trained, taught and schooled in our ways, customs, and so forth. I am part of the Pride of the Griffin as are Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Godric Gryffindor. We will teach you what you need to know to do what is expected of you." Merlin explained.

"So what does this Pride of the Griffin do? What do you stand for?" Harry was now getting used to the fact that he was indeed talking to Merlin and was a thousand years prior to his own time period.

"The Pride is a secret organization that stops evil, we battle evil being to maintain peace in the world to some extent, for there will always be darkness that threatens the world our job is to make sure it does not gain power. When someone who has been chosen for the Pride at the age of sixteen they are transported to somebody in the past to train them depending on their power level depends on how far back they are sent, seeing as I founded the Pride along with the founders of Hogwarts, my guess would be that you are extremely powerful, you just need to be trained. Oh and don't worry about missing any thing in your time, when you get sent back you will not have been gone at all, except maybe a few moments." Merlin smiled. "Come let us get on with your training, you must meet the founders they will be pleased that you have arrived safely." So Merlin leads him away, starting Harry on one of the best yet hardest times in his life.

Harry was looking around him in awe yet, and Merlin just kept showing him where everything was. Harry had never seen a place such as this. This place was, to put it lightly, gorgeous. Harry was surprised at the detail placed into the place, carving made of white marble, fountains of the most intricate designs, and gardens that would make any seasoned gardener jealous.

Merlin was explaining away knowing full well that Harry wasn't hearing a word. He kept a careful eye on the boy as he talked. "and over there is the stables, you will see more of those tomorrow."

Harry finally seemed to realize that Merlin was talking to him, he tore his eyes away from a particularly interesting fountain and tried quiet hard to get his mind to listen to what Merlin was telling him.

"And over there Helga, Salazar, Godric, and Rowena are waiting to meet you," Merlin points over to a small table where sure enough the founders were sitting around it.

Harry's jaw dropped, if he was dreaming, it was a very realistic dream. In his life he never expected to meet five of the most powerful people to ever walk in the magical world.

"Harry I'd like you to meet Helga Hufflepuff founder of Hufflepuff house." Merlin introduced Harry to a rather short woman with light brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Next we have Rowena Ravenclaw, founder of Ravenclaw house." Rowena was a tall woman with midnight black hair and silvery blue eyes.

"Now this man is Godric Gryffindor, founder of Gryffindor house." Godric grinned as he was introduced. A man of medium height dark red hair and deep brown eyes, he seemed to be a rather fit man.

"Last but certainly not least Salazar Slytherin, founder of Slytherin house." A tall man with hair so black that it looked blue in places, and bottle green eyes gazed at Harry.

Harry greeted them as articulately as he could, granted he was still shocked that he was getting to meet them. But the end of the day Harry had talked about his upcoming training with Merlin and the founders of Hogwarts. He was shown to a large room for him to use during his stay in this place that Merlin had called sanctuary.

TBC

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