BLADE: Who I Really Am
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No really I don't own anything that looks familiar all of that is the wonderful work of J.K Rowling.
A/N- Hey if your reading this cool! This is my very first fic, so please be gentle with your reviews. There will, more than likely be a sequel to this story.
Summary- Blade Dour (Dour, I think means something along the lines of 'from water') has been training since he could remember. Practicing swordsmanship, archery, dagger throwing, and reading books upon books, learning wand less magic, and doing things with the elements that people could only think happened thousands of years ago. Blade has been taught be Aidan (meaning Fire) since he was one year old. He was brought to Aidan the same day Harry Potter completely vanished. Blade must find out about who he is, his destiny and the fate of the wizarding world depend on it, for darkness brews in the shadows, were others cannot see. This I'll just ruin all that stuff I wrote but the story is basically Blade, finding out who he really is, going to Hogwarts
(Finding all the Horcruxes, will probably be in the sequel, this is just how Voldemort returns to power.)
Prologue
The door to Dumbledore's office slammed open. Dumbledore stopped his conversation with the portraits lined around his office wall. "Hagrid," Dumbledore started urgency coating his words, "I need you to go to Sector GH8." He may have been at Hogwarts but you could never be sure at these times.
"Sector GH8, why, General," Hagrid said he looked slightly flustered, as if something else could happen today.
"Fawkes has sent the signal, The Dark 'Lord'," he seemed to spit out the 'Lord' part, "Has attacked the Potter's, I need you to pick up poor Harry, it seems that he is alive."
Hagrid looked at him with shock, "No General Lily 'n James tha' can't be, You-Know-Who couldn' ha' killed 'em he couldn' have…" He was, silent then, seemed to remember something, "Professor! I mean Genera-,"
"If what I hear is true I may not have to be called General for along time," Dumbledore cut in then let Hagrid continue. Hagrid looked at him strangely and continued "I was hurriyin' over here cause of your Patronus an' as I when' pas' the forest I saw somethin' movin', it came out o the forest! It was a guy, he says he's an aquainten' of yours but I tol' him that you couldn' see em right now but he said he had to and then he disappeared! You cant dissaperate insi' Hogwarts can you? Any way I think, he's coming here and I don' no what to do, shou' I-," He was stopped by a deep, calm voice,
"No you shouldn't stop me because I'm already here."
The man at the door was dressed like he was about to go into a full-fledged battle, and win. He was wearing a black, easy to maneuver in leather coat with five heavy-duty gray buckles, and many pockets. There was a brown belt with small leather pouches attached, it seemed to be made from tough leather and had a top closures with different colored leather ties. Underneath the jacket he was wearing an ordinary black shirt and what seemed to be black leather pants? The man seemed to like his dead cows. Over his leather coat was a leather arm strap where you could just see the hilt of a dagger. His hair was dark brown was sprouting many gray hairs, though it was still very thick. Some of the things he was carrying were old fashioned like the bow strapped around his body. He was also carrying a sword, the sword was hung around his waist, and it was a magnificent thing, with a brass guard with ornate pommel and leather wrapped grip. There was a ruby, a perfectly round ruby, on the hilt of the sword, the size of a newborn baby's fist. Dumbledore new this sword well he had come to the wrong end of it many years ago.
"Aidan, I should have known," Dumbledore said, looking at the man, Dumbledore's blue eyes were nothing compared to this mans. They were ice blue, they looked as if they would freeze you if you looked at them to long. But the coloring was strange to say the least. The outside of the pupil was a steely gray, then cam the icy blue but had veins of gray flowing through, then near the outer edges the icy clue and steel gray turned to red. Not red as in blood, like Voldemort's, red as in fire that could burn you at the slightest touch.
"Yes Dumbledore you should have known," the man said in the same deep voice, but with a hint of sharpness in it. Hagrid flinched; he seemed to have noticed the sharpness. "What were you going to do with the boy?" Aidan asked.
"I was about to have Hagrid bring him to his Aunt and Uncles house, who are both muggles." Dumbledore answered, he didn't seem surprised that Aidan knew. Aidan looked at him, is ice blue eyes seemed more of the fire color that was on the outer edges of his eye. It seemed to be getting bigger, the fire color, but it never fully covered the ice blue,
"You were going to what," Aidan said calmly. Dumbledore knew he was mad he had seen those very eyes look at him the same way they were know, except then he had a sword to his throat, Dumbledore that is.
"It is the safest place for him," Dumbledore said calmly though he knew he would give in.
"Dumbledore what are you thinking! The safest places for the boy-who-lived as he is now called! You know very well that he would be safest and best of with me!" Aidan's voice was now louder, not yelling loud but loud all the same.
"They are the only family he has left he would be safer with them," Dumbledore looked as if he weren't giving in but on the inside the battle was already won.
"Oh yes muggles looking after Harry Potter or should I say Phoenix3X as you have been calling him," Aidan said his eyes burning, Dumbledore opened his mouth, most likely to ask how Aidan had known of the code word, but Aidan cut him of "Yes I know of the code words, But Albus, you know just as well as I do that the boy must be trained, and that I have to train him, and also that you have no choice but to hand him over, you remember, right, about Slughorn." Dumbledore inwardly cringed; he had a debt that he still hadn't paid to Aidan. "Not only that," Aidan continued, "I am the one to train him, for you have not done to well on your search for the Horcruxes, I see you have forgotten the Prophecy."
"No I have not forgotten the prophecy I have just been gathering information, for the one destined for greatness, and glory not wanted." They both of course new who it had to be, the same on destined in another prophecy, the one to destroy Voldemort.
"And if the boy is trained by muggles he will never learn to fight, to strategize, to nurture his born Elemental skills." Aidan was silent at the end. He knew he would get the boy, the General knew it as well, General really more like Commander, Dumbledore, no matter how much Aidan didn't like him, was the only hope in the war, like that idiotic Fudge could ever have survived without Dumbledore.
"Er Professor you never tol' me to go get Harry," a jumpy voice said. If the men in the room weren't Albus Dumbledore and Aidan, they would have jumped out of their skins. They had both completely forgot that Hagrid was in the room.
"Yes Hagrid get him, and," he looked at Aidan, "Bring him here."
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