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Fury of the Archer

Chapter one

-General point of view-

Harry Potter had grown up with his Aunt and Uncle and at first their relationship had been extremely awkward. They had never been abusive or even unfair towards him but they didn't seem to know how to relate to him either. That all changed when Harry showed an interest in hunting which Vernon Dursley had been meaning to get into as well. From that moment on Harry was as close as a child to them as Harry and his Uncle took hunting and tracking lessons, quickly becoming well respected names in Britain's hunting community.

When a letter came inviting him to go to Hogwarts his Aunt and Uncle told him all about his parents and the world of Magic before taking him to get his supplies at Diagon Alley. His favorite item from the list was his Snowy Owl Hedwig while his least was, surprisingly, his wand as he had trouble finding a wand that was a good match to him despite Mr. Ollivander telling him that he was extremely powerful for his age. Besides his basic materials Harry bought some books on different magical creatures, what parts of magical creatures were good for food or tools, and a new bow that was a Celtic design and black with silver knot work. When the shop owner who sold him the bow found out about his hunting he told him to go to the ministry regulators building down the alley and get a hunting license for the magical world and probably and elf owning license as elf species were helpful for moving game and making arrows.

The licenses only took about fifteen minutes to get but the man who gave him the license told him that the elf dealer wouldn't have any more elves to sell until the weekend after Halloween but if he could get away then he would take Harry to the shop that weekend.

Just before he left the Alley the family made one final purchase, a book containing all of the rules and regulations of Hogwarts, even the ones that the teachers would prefer students not know. So time passed and Harry went on to Hogwarts but of course his life could never be even the most remotely normal. When it was time for his sorting the hat told him that he was an even mixture of courage, cunning, wisdom, and loyalty and as such he could not be sorted at the present moment, he was given until the end of the year to either choose a house or be sorted and see of one trait had surpassed the others.

-Harry-

Harry gently lifted up his bow and smiled as he ran his hands over the wood before strapping his quiver to his back and walking out of his private apartment in the castle. All week he had been seeing the forbidden forest and he was itching for a good hunt and now that the weekend had come he could finally scratch. Walking down to the Groundskeeper's cabin he knocked and stepped back as the door opened and the man, Hagrid, asked "How can I 'elp ya 'Arry?".

Harry held up his bow in response, "I'm about to go hunting in the woods and the school rules state that I have to inform you as the Groundskeeper before I leave.".

Hagrid looked to the woods before nodding, "Alright then, just don't go too far in and don't hunt the centaurs, unicorns, or giant spiders, everything else is fair game.".

Harry nodded before going into the woods and quickly following a set of buck tracks which he followed a ways before he finally lined up his shot and fired making the Buck dropped to the ground. Harry ran over and saw that the deer was still alive so he pulled his hunting knife said a silent pray and stabbed the deer quickly ending its life. He sighed before his shoulder exploded with pain as he was propelled off of the deer with an arrow sticking out of him.

A Centaur came smirking out of the shadows before stomping on Harry's leg and saying "Thanks for the deer human.", he then proceed to steal his deer but as he walked away Harry notched an arrow and fired catching the Centaur in the muscle of his back leg making it crumple to the ground. The downed centaur quickly notched another arrow to kill him but Harry was quicker and shot the centaur in the forearm making him drop the bow before he pulled out a hunting horn and blew. Quickly the thunder of hooves was heard as a bunch of Centaur hunters came in so Harry, knowing that his situation was bad, dropped his bow and gave the universal sign of surrender, "Bane what happened here?" the leader of the hunting party asked.

"I hunted down this deer and the human tried killing me for it." Bane said pointing a finger at him.

The hunters were angry and looked ready to kill him before Harry glared at Bane and said "Liar! Look at the arrow, it's not his. Look at the knife wound, it's smaller than his knife is. Look at my leg, if I shot him in his leg first then how could he have stomped on mine?".

The leader looked at the deer noticing all of the things that Harry pointed out before he turned to a sweating bane and slit his throat, "I've had enough of him." he growled.

Harry was shocked as the leader turned to one of the females and said, "Katrina, take him back to the village and see that he is healed."

She came over and one of the older centaurs picked him up before placing him on her back where he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist as she took off. When they reached the village he got a lot of surprised looks from the other centaurs before he was placed into the medical tent were an old looking centaur healed his shoulder and leg, when she was done she simply told him to take it easy for the rest of the day.

As the healer left the tent Katrina quickly came in, "Harry my father Chiron wishes to speak with you before you leave.", Harry nodded to her and they waited by the village entrance for the hunting party to get back and when they did they had his deer, Bane's body, and a couple of other dead animals.

Noticing him the leader, Chiron, quickly came over, "Young one I would like to invite you to join us for dinner tonight. My son, Michael, has already told Hagrid were you are and that you are alright.".

Harry nodded in acceptance before Katrina dragged him off to show him around the village, they talked the whole time and he found out that, even though she looked like she was in her twenties, she was eleven like him and that like wizards Centaurs could live for hundreds of years and even take the shape of a human, although they usually only did that when the ate or slept.

That night at dinner Harry sat next to Katrina and was having a great time when there was a clatter and everyone looked to Chiron, "Tonight we would normally mourn the loss of Bane but he was a disgrace to the Centaur way. Instead of being burned as is custom for our respected he is to be buried like a human." There were gasps throughout the crowd before he continued, "But we did come and we celebrate making a new friend in Harry Potter a human.".

As the crowd cheered Chiron gave Harry back his bow and arrows as well as a knife made of gleaming white bone, "In our tribe it is tradition that when one of our hunters make their first kill they be presented with one of these knifes, take it as a sign of our friendship and as an apology for Bane's actions.

Harry stood and bowed his head, "Thank you Chiron," he said "I gladly accept your friendship and feel no ill-will towards your tribe for the actions of one.".

That night Katrina led him to the edge of the woods in her human form, "This is as far as I can go Harry." she said.

Harry nodded "Thank you for everything, I enjoyed tonight. Maybe we could do it again some time." she was blushing but nodded and Harry decided to hug her she was clearly surprised but hugged him back and as he was breaking the hug he kissed her on the check making her blush furiously before changing back and charging back into the woods.

When he walked out of the woods he found Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid, and Madame Pomphrey waiting for him, "Mr. Potter what were you doing in the Forbidden Forest? It has that name for a reason." the Headmaster demanded.

Shrugging Harry told him, "I was hunting." before showing his bow and arrows.

Sighing Dumbledore said, "I'm afraid Harry that I will have to confiscate those as students are not permitted to have weapons.".

Before he could move Harry said, "That's where you're wrong sir. In the Founder's charter, which cannot be changed or removed, it says that any student may hunt in the forest so long as they have a hunting license and alert the Groundskeeper before they leave both of which I have fulfilled. The Charter also states that a student may bring any extra item of arms or combat so long as he does not use it to harm or kill a student for any reason other than self-defense or genuine accident. So you really have no control over this situation.", by the time he finished Dumbledore's face had turned an interesting shade of purple, that matched his green robes surprisingly well, before turning and storming off.

Rolling her eyes Madame Pomphrey walked forward with a vile of purple liquid, "Here, this will get rid of the scar on your shoulder." but Harry stopped her stating that each of his scars had a story and this one would be no different.

She nodded appeased but pulled some out anyway "We couldn't do this when you were a baby but maybe we can try now, it won't get rid of your scar but it should make it less inflamed.".

He nodded and she dabbed some of the liquid onto his forehead as it tried to draw out the infection but was unable to, then Harry remembered that it was a curse scar and, as such, likely dark. With that thought he drew his new knife given to him by the centaurs, it was made of Unicorn horn and as such was completely pure so he quickly brought it up, ignoring the startled nurse, and cut the scar open with the tip of the knife following the existing lines, as he did this a black ooze seeped out of the cut. Dropping to his knees from the pain of the seeping ooze he wiped it away as it stopped and stood up, allowing Madame Pomphrey to cautiously dab some more solution on the wounds making it close up and fade to nothing more than an old scar.

Harry spent the night in the hospital wing and things went back to normal for the rest of the week, apart from the glares from the headmaster, until Friday night on Halloween. As they were leaving Charms class he heard his closest friend at Hogwarts Ron Weasley suddenly insulted a girl in their year, Hermione Granger, not realizing she was behind them making her cry and run off. Turning Harry decked him before snarling in his face, "You never talk to or about a woman like that." and stalking off.

That night at the Halloween feast everyone had come in costume even the teachers, Professor Dumbledore was dressed as Gandalf the Grey, Professor McGonagall was there as Catwoman and thanks to some glamours she made a really good impression too, and Harry was there as Robin Hood mainly so he could have his bow and arrows on hand. Suddenly Quirrel burst into the Hall and yelled, "Troll in the Dungeon!" before passing out.

Quickly grabbing Parvarti, who was near him dressed as a belly dancer, and demanded "Hermione, were is she?".

Surprised she stammered " Bathroom, second floor east wing.".

Harry took off to where she told him, "Hermione get your ass out here there's a Troll in the castle. " quickly she came out of the stall only to scream, "Its right behind me isn't it." she nodded to stunned to speak.

Spinning around he notched an arrow and fired, hitting the beast in its eye causing it to drop its club and yell out in pain before he fired a second arrow into its remaining eye. Now that the creature was blinded he grabbed Hermione and they bolted out of the bathroom, narrowly avoiding the creature's club. Unfortunately it was chasing after them trying to find them to find them by smell, knowing that they couldn't get away Harry turned around and ran towards the troll, rolling under a strike he came up and fired an arrow up its nose and the arrow didn't stop until it hit the troll's brain.

Harry dodged out of the way of the troll as it collapsed but groaned knowing that he wouldn't be able to get those arrows back. By the time the teachers had arrived Harry and Hermione were sitting on the toll's corpse and having a conversation completely unperturbed by their seating arrangements.

McGonagall came over, "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded.

Harry shrugged unconcerned, "I knew Hermione hadn't heard about the troll so I came to warn her but it snuck up behind me. I blinded it but it gave chase, tracking us by sent, so I fired a third arrow up its nostrils."

"I'm afraid Harry that I will have to take those away from you as you have now used them to kill a sentient creature." Dumbledore said clearly happy.

"Wrong again sir," Harry chided in a sing-song voice, "The troll was a threat to myself so as such I was perfectly entitled to use lethal force against it."

The Headmaster looked pissed while the rest of the assembled teachers still had looks of awe at the knowledge that a first year was able to defeat a mountain troll without any magic.

The headmaster, still annoyed, shrugged unconcerned "Probably sell it to the goblins to feed to a dragon."

Harry scowled, "That would be stealing Headmaster. I killed the troll so only I have the right to decide what to do with it. I do like the idea of selling it to the Goblins though so I think I will take it." he said clearly enjoying Dumbledore's irritated expression before turning to Professor McGonagall , "Professor could you have any school elves move the club to the edge of the forest so that I can use it to make arrows?" he asked and got a nod in response.

The next day Harry put on his hunting clothes along with his bow and quiver and before walking down to the Great Hall but was met by the Headmaster, "Mr. Potter why do you have your weapons with you?" he demanded.

"Simple Headmaster," he told him not stopping, "I have an errand to run in Diagon Alley and, seeing as my wand doesn't fully match to me, I'm bringing them as some extra protection.".

Drawing his wand Dumbledore replied, "You are not allowed to leave the grounds Mr. Potter." he said arrogantly, obviously thinking that he had finally beaten Harry.

"If a student has permission from their guardian then they can leave and I have a letter, signed by my Uncle, stating that I can leave the grounds whenever I wish as long as I miss no classes." Harry said before continuing out the door leaving his dumbfounded headmaster behind.