A/N: The last fic I wrote was horrid to put it simply. Not only that but it also strayed from my original idea of the story. Here is a story that I see myself finishing and I expect it to be at least 150k words.
This will not be a 'cliche' adventure fic, nor will there be an immediate "soul-bond" love story. If that doesn't float your boat, oh well. I appreciate criticism as I am still relatively new to writing.
Hope you enjoy!
The Yin and Yang, equal and opposite, fire and water. Neither is 'good or evil' just fundamentally different. Harry discovers this and applies it to his adventures through Hogwarts. Distances itself further and further from cannon the further it goes. Harry/Daphne
Young Harry Potter, who currently was residing at the Dursley's, sat staring down at a book, half-paying attention to what he was reading, bored out of his mind. He was forced to reside in this hell-hole until his fifth year at Hogwarts was set to begin. His relatives had been more accommodating than usual, preferring to just leave the boy alone.
Harry replayed the Graveyard incident; Voldemort had returned, and the Ministry wouldn't believe the greatest wizard of their age, nor the boy who had saved them from said threat as a baby.
Restlessness surged through Harry's veins; Voldemort had returned and he was not prepared to fight him. It was only common sense, Voldermort's one sign of weakness was a boy; not only a boy but a boy who was below average at Hogwarts, and had escaped all his hardships based on pure luck.
Harry knew he couldn't just sit around and let this build up any longer, he stood walked outside and brandished his wand pointing straight into the air, calling the Nightbus.
If any muggles had been watching they would've seen a boy disappear right in front of their eyes, if there had been a muggle carefully watching the Leaky Cauldron they would have seen a young boy with a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead appear out of thin air, then calmly walk in.
Harry's public image hadn't been too great due to the Ministry trying to discredit him and Dumbledore. Therefore, Harry pulled up his cloak's hood, covered his scar with his hair and shaded his lenses out so no one would see his eyes.
Harry rented a room under the name of 'Neville' and planned to go do some shopping in the next few days. Perhaps buy some books that would help with offensive and defensive magic.
The next day Harry gave into his stomach's protest and headed down to see what Tom had cooking.
"Hey there, Neville" Tom's gruff voice greeted Harry.
" Hey, Tom."
"What'll it be today?" Asked Tom as Harry plopped down onto one of the Bar stools that were lined along the bar.
"Whatever is cooking it smells delicious". Harry graced the bartender with a half smile that didn't reach his eyes, not that they could be seen anyway.
As Tom went to put together his meal Harry's thoughts drifted elsewhere; to his friends, Dumbledore, Sirius. Who would survive the inevitable conflict? Would Harry himself survive?
An odd man slid into the stool next to Harry, even though there were several other open stools.
After a quick talk with Tom over what he would like to eat the elderly man looked over at Harry with a sad twinkle in his eyes that reminded Harry of a more somber Dumbledore.
In a nearly inaudible voice, the man whispered; "What a particular place to meet The Boy Who Lived"
Harry was immediately on guard; who was this man? He didn't have a chance to ask; however, as the bartender brought over two steaming hot bowls of soup and laid them in front of Harry and the unknown man. After Tom headed back to his bar Harry looked at the old man who didn't seem to have a care in the world.
"Who are you ?" Harry asked in a quiet but harsh voice
"Well, that is up to interpretation and varies wildly, but, you may call me Chien.". At first, Harry had thought this man was very similar to Dumbledore. The more the man talked; however, made Harry realize he was instead much more somber.
"How do you know who I am ?" Harry attempted to make his voice sound menacing but in the middle of his question his voice cracked embarrassingly, and his cheeks quickly flared red.
A somber laugh escaped the wrinkled lips of Chien. "It was just a theory until you proved it for me, a better question is why you are here, unless I am wrong, hiding?"
Harry sighed, and his brain screamed at him not to tell the man his story, but he did anyway.
"That's a story if I've ever heard one… Fighting Voldemort, and to a lesser extent the ministry… You remind me of myself at your age, I may be able to help you. I am an island off the coast of Japan and I am only here on…. business. Meet me outside here in a day's time and I will see what I can do."
It had been three days since he had met Chien in The Leaky Cauldron. With nothing better to do Harry went with Chien via port key to a small port town on an island outside of Japan. After they arrived there it was a day's hike up a gradual slope. Chien made no mention of where they were going, and when they arrived there it astounded Harry.
After the day's hike the duo crested a ridge and in the valley below them, there was a building resembling a roman temple built out of all white marble. Harry had to hold in a gasp.
After examining it closely, there was no sign of any inhabitants and Chien said he lived here alone. Once they had arrived and Harry had been shown his quarters he was asleep in seconds.
Harry awoke to a stick being pounded on his head by Chien.
Harry rolled out of his bed, only to end up thumping his head against the marble walls of the temple. "Ow! Dear Morgana, what was that for?"
A stern smile graced the face of the old man. "As you have been banished from the British Wizarding World, I won't let you sit around learning nothing. I will teach you of magic."
This piqued Harry's curiosity and Chien led him to a room that was bare except for two pillows on the ground. Harry awkwardly sat down across from Chien and readied his wand.
"No, put that silly thing away, I will teach you of real magic."
Before Harry had a chance to respond Chien launched into a story " Around 400 B.C. there was an ancient Chinese school that came up with a concept called the Yin and the Yang. It is not evil and good; instead, it is equal an opposite, light and dark. Neither better than the other; just fundamentally different. A few hundred years later some of the first Chinese wizards applied the concept to magic. The concept of light and dark magic are often viewed as good and evil, but it is not so. They are only different, the only thing that makes Dark magic evil, and light magic good is perception. They are only opposites.
Here the old man paused and gave Harry time to file this information away. He then continued:
" Light and Dark magic will always seek a balance; this was seen with Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald, and then with Voldemort and you, I suppose. These two individuals are stark opposites; one is pure dark, one is pure light. They will always chase each other trying to conquer the other, but will only end in a stalemate, or equilibrium. These wizards theorized the only way to… 'cheat the system' is by merging the darkest dark and the lightest light; therefore creating an equilibrium that is constant."
"Now I don't expect you to understand this now… This will be useful sooner rather than later, however. I expect great things of you Harry Potter."
As his words came to a close the world seemed to fall apart and Harry awoke with a sweat in his bed at Number Four, Privet Drive.
In a flash Harry stood up raced down stairs like a normal child would on Christmas morning, and ignoring the shouts from Vernon and Petunia Dursley to quiet down, he looked at the calendar that hung on the wall.
Today was the same day as he had left. It had to have been a dream, but when Harry felt his head it was still tender from the stick he had been beaten with.
Harry shook his head, and with the lessons of Chien in his head he soon fell asleep.
A/N: This was just a prologue and it was a little rushed. I will probably update this story with the next chapter sometime around Friday.