It's All in The Stars
Prologue
" They are attempting to publish a paper on this Harry," Albus Dumbledor explained tiredly, the usually sparkle held in his eyes completely gone. His age is even more obvious when he's sad, Harry thought." everyone will know your secret."
Despite his current situation, Harry tried to smile." The ministry cannot possible be this ignorant," He took a deep breath and looked around Prof. Dumbledor's office with a wary gaze. It wasn't until his emerald eyes landed on Godric's Gryffindor sword that he allowed himself to shudder. The Gryffindor suddenly felt cold." tell the profit that if they were to speak one word about this, that their little hero; isn't going to support them or take the heat for anymore of their 'mistakes'."
" Are you sure about this Harry," The old man said, tilting his glasses to looked at his formal student with a knowing gaze." instead of running from all of this; you could always continue the rest of your classes. You have only one more year to go, and despite the fact that Sirius is dead," He paused to look for any reaction in the sixteen year old, but when he found none, he continued." I'm aware of the strength that is inside of you. Please Harry; come back to Hogwarts."
Harry almost laughed, but instead he turned his stony face to the side, avoiding his formal headmasters gaze. He had been thinking over the summer; thinking of things that he could do to stop Voldemort. It wasn't until the realities of Sirius's death finally hit him, that he truly understood how much Voldemort is taking away from people. Harry soon learned after word, because of a letter from Dumbledor, that he was the Heir of Gryffindor. At first the raven haired boy was a little skeptical, but after some letter's of information, and nights of convincing himself that he was, Harry finally grasped the concept of it.
He didn't know what had caused his to do it, but he wrote Dumbledor the day before his birthday and explained to him that he was dropping out of Hogwarts. Harry wanted to practice magic on his own. He had read a book about gray magic, and how gray was a balance between light and dark. There was no evil or good in gray magic; it was a neutral consumption that had no defined concept. It was an interesting thing to learn about, but the simple fact still remained that practicing and training couldn't possibly fit into his Hogwarts schedule. Two weeks before attending Hogwarts he had made the hardest decision of his life, and that was to officially leave Hogwarts ... for good.
Harry wanted to learn the art of sword fighting, and the art of physically training himself to be strong enough to weld the sword. He had read a book ( Okay. Hermonie's influenced him more than we thought. Snicker Snicker ) over the summer about using the sword as a power focuser. A man by the name of Eldernor Demetry quoted that " no warrior should go without the sword. " The teen believed him.
Turning back to Prof. Dumbledor, he gave a tired grin." Alright, Professor. I will attend Hogwarts this year," The sparkle fully returned in the old man's eyes, but before he could speak, Harry opened his mouth." but I wont be taking any classes either."
" I knew there was a catch, my dear boy." Albus admitted, smiling brightly. He reached over his table and got a handful of lemon drops, his face thoughtful as he chewed softly on one." I'm all ears Harry. What exactly do you have planned?"
Running a hand through his long, shaggy hair. Harry took a deep breath," I wouldn't know Prof. Dumbledor. I want my own private room here; where I could train. The room of requirements would be good enough. But besides that .. it's all in the stars