Last Time
Harry stood stunned, a and feather touching is left cheek. 'That was my first kiss, even if it was only my cheek...' He almost feel Refero's smirk from the depths of his memories.
Now
Harry Potter was by no means normal, even by the standards of the Wizarding World. After all hating summer break and actually wanting to do his homework would but him apart from his age group in either world, even Hermione who wanted to do the homework still enjoyed the breaks. The fact being the 'Boy-Who-Lived' made him famous, something he hated, didn't help.
'Then there's you...'
'Tch, leave me out of your weirdness.'
'Are you trying to tell me it's normal to have another person in you mind.'
'Are you complainin?'
'Not really.' Sighing, Harry went back to work on the homework illuminated by a flashlight under his bed's covers. 'You almost done with my life's story in there? It's been a month and a half since you started...' Harry asked, laying back as he capped his ink well after finishing his History essay.
'Tch, just 'bout...'
Harry yawned as he got up from the cover of his bed and replaced his school work under the loose floor board. 'Hey, I just realized I have no idea what you look like...'
'As out of the blue as that was, would you like to see me?'
'Yes, I would.'
'Well, I did say I'd teach you stuff... entering your mindscape seems to be a good start. OK, listen closely, Harry!' The boy turned off his flashlight and sat cross legged on his bed. 'Have you ever meditated before?' Harry shook his head. 'Any idea what it looks like?' Harry nodded, he had seen some glimpses of 'meditating' when he had sneaked a peak at the TV from behind Dudley and had seen some cartoon characters sitting cross legged with their hands resting in their lap; a pose he copied now.
'Sigh, why is that so common a pose for meditation anyway...? Oh well, never mind that shit, now close your eyes and clear your mind. Normally I'd just force you in here but this way you can do it on your own; Listen to my voice, let your mind be guided...'
Harry did as he was told, relaxing his body and allowing his mind to wander towards Refero's signature echoing voice.
"Very good, you can open your eyes now."
Harry opened his eyes, curious about what his mindscape looked like, as well as Refero himself. He blinked in surprise as he took in the sight of an empty Hogwarts from his normal spot near the middle of the Gryffindor table.
"A 'mindscape' assumes the form of a place you are comfortable, the only exception I know of being Ichigo's fucked up sideways sky scrapper world, I'll tell ya more 'bout that later, I'm not all that surprised with your 'scape having seen your pre-Hogwarts life..." Refero spoke from behind Harry.
Harry turned his head to take his fist look at the visual form of the voice in his head. Refero stood leaning against the stone wall, his paper white arms tucked in the sleeves of his inversely colored Shihakusho. "Yo." Refero held up a hand in greeting.
The raven haired boy simply nodded, emerald eyes entranced by molten gold surrounded by black.
"You were just working on a bore of a history assignment, correct?" Harry blinked, the after image of the spirit's powerful eyes fading out as Harry untwisted his neck to look towards the other side of the table, where Refero lounged directly across from him. "Before ya ask, that was 'Shunpo', and yes I'll teach you... eventually."
"Wicked..." Harry mumbled.
"Well, here's one History class I think you'll be a bit more interested in..."
Harry sighed tiredly as he put his zanpakutÅ, he had nicked it from his trunk along with his school work, under a second loose floor board under his bed. It was his birthday, and two weeks since Refero had shown himself to Harry after witnessing the boys memories and begun teaching him.
'And you've done pretty well considering you've been at it for only two weeks.' Refero broke in. 'You've learned how to correctly hold and have gotten use to your zanpakutÅ at a remarkable pace, and you've also have a good memory which helps memorizing the incantations.'
Harry blushed at the compliments, Refero was not easy to get them from. After a few days of simply explaining a lot of stuff, such as what he was and from where, Refero had started teaching him how to fight, just as he said he would. For the first week he had been shown katas, zanjutsu hakuda and hoho in his mindscape by Refero and, once Refero was sure he wouldn't make to much noise and thus bring the weapon to the Dursleys attention, now practiced the katas in the real world. When he wasn't being drilled on swordsmanship and open handed fighting, he was being taught how to channel reitsu from Refero into himself so he could use the Kido that Refero was going to teach him once he found Harry's ability to channel it sufficiently. The Hollow spirit had also mentioned he might be able to get Harry his own store of the death energy, but he had to 'look into it more' first.
Grinning proudly, Harry quietly opened his door and quickly crossed the hall to the bathroom. Splashing some water on his face from the sink, Harry looked at his reflection. Emerald eyes behind a wrecked pair of glasses, a lightning scar clearly visible on his brow, and slightly more mature features. He blinked as he noticed his easier time at looking at himself. 'Guess I've gotten a bit taller...'
'Looks that way. Now do your business so you can get back to work! I want 100 total push-ups and sit-ups before you sleep tonight!'
Harry sighed, he had foolishly asked Refero how he was so ripped. The sinister grin he had received was the first hint he should have dropped it, but he hadn't, and now Refero had him on a rigorous workout schedule. 'Trust me, by the time you go back to Hogwarts, you'll look almost as good...' Harry felt the smirk. 'Just in time for the girls to drool over you, though you have one in particular that you want to have drool...' Harry blushed, the same heat rising in his cheeks as every other time the spirit brought that subject up.
Harry walked back into his room just in time to see an odd sight; three owls, two of them holding up the third, soaring into his room and landing with a light thump on his bed. The middle owl, easily recognizable as the Weasley family owl Errol, fell on it's belly, a large parcel tied to it's leg. Rushing over, Harry untied the package and carried Errol over to Hedwig's water bowl and rested the owl beside it.
Returning to the other two, he recognized the large female, and looking extremely pleased, snowy owl as his own Hedwig. Giving him an affectionate nip as he untied her parcel she glided over to join Errol.
Harry now faced the last owl, an unknown tawny, realizing it was from Hogwarts, if he was seeing the crest correctly on the letter tied next to another package. Once free of it's burden, the owl took off with an air of haughty importance.
'I never thought I'd meet a snobby owl...'
Nodding absently at Refero's comment, Harry sat down on his bed and ribbed open Errol's package. He found a golden wrapped present and his first birthday card. Shaking, Harry opened the envelope; two letters and a newspaper clipping fell out. Reading the clipping from the Daily Prophet, Harry smiled he knew no one who deserved the money more. Smile only grew as he saw the clipping, it was of the whole family standing in front of a pyramid.
The last comment about his wand in Ron's letter had memories of the Chamber rushing back, a slight smirk gracing his face. He wasn't at all surprised at the prudish Weasley's appointment as Head Boy. Opening the present and reading the letter, Harry placed the pocket sneakoscope on his bedside table. He then picked up the other letter.
Dear Harry
Happy birthday! I just wanted to re-thank you for saving me last year, as well as help your birthday card collection grow, so thank you.
-Ginny.
Harry smiled again as he placed Ginny's letter next to her brother's in the window seal.
Opening and reading the card Hedwig had brought with her package, Harry laughed lightly at how education minded his best female friend was, even during break. He placed this letter next to the other two. He was half sure the large gift was book full of difficult spells, which was proved wrong the wrapping was gone to reveal a broom stick service kit. "Wow, Hermione, just wow." He breathed.
'Looks like the girl knows ya better then ya thought.'
Refero laughed the entire time Harry was dealing with the Monster Book of Monsters, he had thought of trying to get his sword out by the time he had it tied up by a belt. Throwing it under the bed, Harry picked up Hagrid's letter, frowning at the forlorn feeling the 'useful' part gave him he placed with his other three cards.
Harry went to bed a few minuets later, deciding to worry about the Hogsmeade permission slip tomorrow, looking at his four birthday cards; the first ones he had ever gotten.
"They didn't die in a car crash!" Harry yelled, finding himself on his feet.
"They died in a car crash, you nasty little liar, and left you to be a burden on their decent, hardworking relatives!" Marge yelled, swelling with fury. "You are an insolent, ungrateful little-"
Marge, not to mention the other Dursleys, froze as a great malicious aura began to pulse off the boy she was currently insulting. Black, a beautiful shade of the color, slowly began to creep into the edge of his left eyes yoke. "Shut up." The voice had aged, it was not a little boy's but not quite a full adult yet. Harry went up the stairs, yanking his trunk from the cupboard with a nod of his head to undo the lock, went into his room and stuffed all his stuff in it. He pulled out a belt and tied it on so he could put his sword in the slack, belt loops tore too easily.
He gave the Dursleys one last glare, which effect was amplified by his one solid black yoke, as he walked out the door, slamming it behind him and the fat family, and one skinny member there of, gasped as they were released from Harry's spiritual pressure.
Harry was streets away before he collapsed, exhausted, on top of is trunk. The black in his left yoke had already receded.
'Now, aren't you grateful I put you through those workouts?' Refero laughed, not caring if his host was in a bad mood.
Harry, if he was honest with himself, had to admit he had had an easier time then he would have normally had before the workout schedule hauling his trunk around. Harry pit his head in his hands as he realized he might well be expelled for underage magic use.
'I doubt it would be that severe, the only magic you performed was summoning your trunk, the rest was spirit pressure. Though, you should get a move on before you have to explain to the cops why you're out in the middle of the night with a trunk of spell books, a broom stick, and a sword.'
Deciding Refero had a point, on both things, Harry began to dig through his trunk. Before he could find his invisibility cloak, he straightened, the hair on the back of neck standing on end. 'Some thing's watching me...' Harry thought, eying the space the garage and fence behind him. Harry raised his wand above his head in his left hand while resting his right on his sword. "Lumos." Whispering the light spell, the area was bathed in light.
Once Harry's eyes adjusted he could make out a large canine outline with wide gleaming eyes. Harry took a step back and tripped, causing his hands to flail. A loud bang preceded a a flood of bright light that the boy shielded his eyes from with his arms. After his eyes had adjusted, he lowered his hands to stare at a violently purple triple decker bus.
If he had thought he was loopy, he was sure of it when a man stepped out of the bus wearing a similar shade of purple uniform. "Welcome to the Night Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand step on and we'll take you where ever you want to go. I'm Stan Shunpike and I'll be your conductor this evening."
Harry grinned, his luck was truly never ending. "Any where, you say?"
Stan nodded, "Yep." He sounded quite proud of it, too. "Any where."
Harry nodded, pocketing his wand and brushing down his hair to hide his scar. "What's the fair to get to London?"
"11 sickles." Harry nodded, handing the money to the man before e could go on, and went to pick up his trunk. Both he and Stan lifted the trunk, as well as Hedwig's cage, into the bus, which had rows of beds instead of seats. After they placed it under Harry's bed, Stan turned to the driver. "This is our driver, Ernie Prang, Ern this is...?"
"Oghici Refero." Harry combined the two names of the Hollow, much to Refero's amusement. He sat down, placing his sword in his trunk to keep prying eyes off it.
'What a pompous git.' Refero spat inside of Harry's mind, said pompous git leaving to check for a room with Tom for him.
Harry could only nod his agreement. 'Still can't believe this, it can'tbe normal for the bloody Minister of Magic himselfto get involved with matters like underage magic.'
'You got a point there. Oh well, my motto is roll with the punches, and this punch was damn sissy! We'll worry 'bout what he's schemin' later, let's just be glad you got out without so much as a scratch.'
'Hey, Refero?' Harry questioned as he was guided to his room, number eleven.
'Yeah?'
'What was that energy was channeling at the Dursleys, it didn't feel like reitsu...'
'Hehe, that was one of my other energy types. In my dimension there were four main energy types, actually two were the same just used in such different ways they were considered two; I can use all four, though I'm not so good at one, I can teach it as I know all the teaching, it doesn't suit me very well. What you have been taught with is reiatsu, what you accessed was a tiny piece of my... darker energies; Hell's energy, which is far more potent then the other three. In fact, this isn't the first time you used a different energy then reiatsu, that time with the older Malfoy you used my Hollow Energy.'
Harry nodded sleepily, falling into bed with a thump. 'OK, talk to you in the morning, that is if I'm excused from tonights mental training?'
'Heh, sure, you need sleep tonight; but I'm going to be harsh tomarrow!' Harry sighed, going to sleep with out even removing his glasses.
After a bit of a discussion with one of my most constant reviewers, I have decided to turn this into a harem story! The polls for the harem are now open, but note that Hermione Granger WILL be a member of the harem, as well as the first one to be with Harry.
For those of you who wondering about Harrys zanpokuto, I plan to reveal him in this year of the HP-verse, so be patient.
And yes, I'm skippin parts, but you want stuff I'm just copying practicly word for word, go read the corresponding book to the year I'm on.
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