Chapter one.
"Edward you can get up now; you made quite the convincing dead body. Or have you decided to stick to Cedric?"The voice of Headmaster Dumbledore rang out in the graveyard on a hot summer's evening at the beginning of July somewhere in the hills of Ireland in a small family graveyard. There were only a hundred head stones at most; this was the Diggory family graveyard and near the head stone of the most recent occupant rocked backwards. The dirt shifted, and a distinct crack sounded in the night before the exploded outward and rising out grave was a tall pale teenage boy pale skin not unlike the color of his marble grave marker and hair of a fair copper color. Cedric Diggory also known as Edward Cullen had risen from his grave. Edward looked at Dumbledore frustrated, again another stint at Hogwarts to keep updated in the Wizarding World this one ruined by the rise of the Dark Lord, now it would be years before he could walk through Diagon ally without being spotted by a class mate. "Seven years… seven years of work ruined and now I won't be able to visit the English branch of the Wizarding World until my face is not even memory to those who went to school with me". The young man thought as his eyes focused towards the head master. He was one of the few people Edward had encountered in the Wizarding world. Even Edward's natural Ligimancy could not break through the headmaster's mental shields.
"I still can't read you Albus, I've know you for over seventy years and never once have I gotten one thought out of your head." Edward smiled and stretched even if not needed he had far too much practice at pretending to be human, yes to the shock of everyone Edward Cullen, and his entire unique family are vampires. Dusting off his funeral robe Cedric now revealed as Edward held out his icy hand to Dumbledore who handed him a long slightly gnarled stick; Edward's wand.
"This was unfortunate Edward. I had hoped to count on you and your family's support in this war against Voldemort, but I know compromising your identity is something you do not want to do. However I know we will manage somehow" Dumbledore paused reaching into his robes for a small bag containing his second prized possession. "Would you like a lemon drop?" Dumbledore says, his deep blue eyes twinkling as if he already knew what was going to happen and how things were going to play out as he held the bag of the sweet yellow treat to the vampire. He would never tell anyone he learned the trick to the twinkle from a dear friend, and the only reason Dumbledore had even met Edward Cullen. Edward's father Carlisle Cullen, Dumbledore's own childhood healer, only now a days he preferred the title of Doctor and one of Dumbledore's oldest and most trusted friends.
"No thank you Albus." Edward said his nose wrinkling lightly in disgust at all of the chemical and flavoring he could smell coming form that bag. "Yes; I would have also liked to have said goodbye to everyone. Cho and Harry deserved better than this but I have to protect my family. I feel bad for deceiving everyone. I feel especially bad about deceiving Harry but I can't just get up and prance around after getting an Avada Kedavara to the chest. Aside from him only undead can survive that curse." Edward said; the memories of listening to Harry's struggle in the graveyard flash in his mind. Lying there in a graveyard much similar to the one he was in now still as stone listening to a child, a champion, and a friend fight for his life. "He is going to be a major player in your war isn't he Albus?" Edward asked his expression sullen at once again leaving behind friends that would grow old and die at least he could ignore the humans at a regular high school. Jasper could get them fake birth certificates and passports. However Wizarding documents were much harder to fake. This is why for the second time in his century long life Edward Cullen had attended Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.
"Yes, things are not going according to plan. I had assumed Tom would have wanted to keep his return hidden; I had laid clues to an item to keep his attention occupied so I would have time to prepare the items Harry would need to defeat Tom. This is not the case. There have been both small and large scale Death Eater attacks; Tom was even spotted by Ministry officials. His numbers are growing. He has allied himself with a group called Yami from Japan. Along with Grayback and his lycans, and the Fae winter court this could turn into a real disaster. I didn't want to have to resort to plan B, but Harry will not be with his relatives much longer. Instead he must be trained." Dumbledore told Edward with a cool ease that was born of an experienced leader.
"Trained? Are you going to train the boy?" Edward replied curiously and slightly envious. As much talent as he had with magic he was no Albus Dumbledore.
"Myself… and others" Dumbledore hesitated as his midnight blue robes sparkling under the moon.
"Others; no you don't mean...?" Edward started as he looked at the headmaster wide eyed and in shock.
"Yes Edward. Harry, the master's of the dojo of the Ryouzanpaku, and I will be spending a total of five years in extreme time distortion. I have already discussed it with Furinji-san. They have agreed to take Harry on as a secondary disciple should he prove worthy. They should be meeting each other tomorrow morning." Dumbledore continued despite Edward's shock.
"Dumbledore you can be serious. They train their first disciple nearly to death each and every day. I've met Kenichi-san…" Edward started again before Dumbledore interrupted.
"Yes then you know how good their training is don't you Edward? Harry can handle it. He has to. The fate of both worlds could rely on it." Dumbledore said calmly.
"Dumbledore don't you understand the Katsujin Ken martial arts training isn't what Harry needs. If Harry is supposed to kill Voldemort than learning the Katsujin Ken way will only make him feel shame and guilt, perhaps guilt enough to push him down a dark path. Those people NEVER kill." Edward said arguing back, anger creeping into his voice.
"I am sorry Edward, however it is the only way Harry's body will be able to stand up to the body modifications and rituals Tom has done. Harry must battle the easy road with hard work. Or both worlds will fall." Dumbledore said as an obvious close to the discussion waving his own wand at the grave filling at in and the headstone righted itself. The night was still young and there were things to do. "Edward I must take my leave, I hope you have a safe return to America, I heard your family is moving back to Forks yes?" Dumbledore asked earnestly.
"Yes, we were thinking of spending some time with the Alaskan coven but Alice sees us returning to Forks inevitably. Will you be visiting on Boxing Day again? I think Emmet wants a shot at the title for "Super Smash Brothers" again". Edward said, stripping out of the funeral robe leaving a white tee shirt and khaki pants left. Even vampires find dress robes stuffy.
"Humm… if time permits it I will be happy to indulge your brother, I do so enjoy Esme's cooking as well" Dumbledore said with a smile as he handed Edward a small coin and with a flash of blue light and a tug behind the navel the body Cedric Diggory revealed to be Edward Cullen. Vampire and wizard vanished from the graveyard, but not from the mind of one boy in his bed in Surry, mind filled with nightmares over the friend he had let die. Little did he know the next day would be the first day of the rest of his life.
"BOY WAKE YOUR ARSE UP AND GET DOWN HERE OR THERE WILL BE THE DEVIL TO PAY. THERE ARE FREAKY LOOKING CHINKS HERE TO SEE YOU AND IF THE NEIGHBORS START TALKING ILL MAKE YOU PAY BOY." Yelled a man who was almost as big around as he was tall. This man was Vernon Dersley owner of Number 4 private drive, a place that's door step was now inhabited by a 7 foot tall muscular bound elderly man with shoulder length blond hair in a pea green simple kimono with sandals. Furinji Hayato, also known as the legendary superman grand master of the Ryouzanpaku.
Next to him stood a man of almost equal height wearing a yellow tank top and black shorts bandages wrapped around his well muscled arms and legs, this man was a lot tanner than the first. Appachai Hoppachai the death god of the underground Muay Thai compaction this white silver hair blowing in the breeze as the woman sitting on his shoulder gives the fat man a blank stare. Her raven hair covering the handle of her katana, her pink kimono barely coming down to mid thigh leaving almost none of her curves to the imagination much to every male in the vicinity's delight, her legs covered by stockings this was weapons mistress Shigure Kosaka the youngest master class of the Ryouzanpaku dojo.
On Furinji's left were three more men. One in a white and blue garb with a small mustache his black hair fraying out to the sides and a neutral look on his face. Philosophical jujitsu master Akisame Koetsuji. A tall muscle bound man wearing a leather jacket and jeans sipping off a beer his hair slicked back 100th Dan Karate master Sakaki Shio. Finally the smallest group; a man in a traditional Chinese outfit green with a yellow trim, black pants, slip on shoes, and wearing a wide brimmed hat master of all Chinese kung-fu Ma Kensei Ryouzanpaku pervert extraordinaire. All eyes shift to the thump thump thump of footsteps coming down the stairs of Private Drive as Harry Potter, age 14 scrawny and pale his green eyes shining in sadness got a look at these men and women. His mind flashing back to a letter from Dumbledore Fawkes delivered the previous night.
Dear Harry,
I am pleased to inform you that you will be leaving Private Drive early this year. However circumstances relating to recent events make the Burrow unsafe for you and for the Weasley family. Do not worry about their protection. They are safe, however tomorrow you Harry will be brought to Hogwarts along with a group of rather odd individuals. You will know them when you see them. Trust your instincts and try not to dwell too much on Cedric. He would have wanted you to move on.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbeldore
Supream Mugwump
Chairmen of the International Confederation of Wizards
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Order of Merlin first class ect…
Harry took these people in with careful eyes they were all dressed for battle. As a breeze blew Harry caught sight of Shigure's sword and his muscles tensed. These people were combat ready. Looking over at his uncle who was turning an interesting shade of maroon Harry posed an obvious question. "Well are you going to invite them in uncle? Wouldn't want the neighbors to see would we?" Harry asked his uncle whose beady eyes were traveling back and forth between the strangers before the man in the pea green kimono spoke in a powerful voice.
"Hajimemashite Furinji Hayato, Potter-san desu ka" the powerful looking man asked looking straight into Harry's emerald eyes. Harry only knew he was being addressed because of the Potter-san comment. The scrawny boy gave Furinji a confused look. So the man spoke again "Sorry boy I thought you might speak a bit of Japanese, I guess I assumed wrong. Old Albus sent us to pick you up. Pack your trunk well be taking a portkey" Hayato spoke again.
"You mean Potters leaving? That's just bloody wonderful why do I even bloody bother picking your arse up from the train station boy?" Vernon said to Harry turning even darker with a seething look on his face.
"I'm sorry I don't know they were coming. I only got the letter late last night." Harry replied to his uncle still slightly groggy showing signs of insomnia. Turning back to the group at the door Harry noticed his trunk was already at the door and the only one who seemed to have shifted was Shigure who was now sitting on his trunk legs crossed rather than Appachai's shoulder. Harry gazed at her wondering if she summoned it, and how because he had not heard the incantation. Could this woman do wandless magic? "Anyways, yes I got the Professor's letter last night. How did my trunk get down here? Never mind let's just get out of here." Harry said as the man in the black leather jacket stepped forward holding out his beer can.
"Grab on kid" Sakaki said to Harry in a rough deep voice, alcohol still fresh on his breath. Harry put his hand on the beer can hesitantly. He remembered exactly where the last portkey he had taken left him. Harry's hand stopped as he studied the group one last time.
'Trust my instincts Dumbledore said. Can I trust these people?' Harry thought surveying them his eyes landing on Appachai who was smiling wistfully at the butterfly passing hear his face with almost childlike joy. 'Well no deatheater would be caught dead chasing butterflies…. I guess we'll see what is down the rabbit hole' Harry's hand continued on to the can and in a flash Harry Potter had vanished from Number 4 Private drive. Little did he know he would never return to again. That was also the last time Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, and the masters of the Ryouzanpaku were seen all summer.