To remind you there are no slash, so who ever wanted one then you'll have to look somewhere else. I'm happy I made the second chapter for this story and I'm hoping my readers do too, so enjoy!
Chapter 2: Awaking
"What if it doesn't work?" a male sitting down on a chair said.
A women stood by him looked at the glass threw mirror in front of her, mesmerized by how they got so far.
"It will. Do not question our judgment Al. I rather not snap. How long will this take?" the women asked.
"Um.." Al quickly type on his computer before pulling his glasses up to see the screen. "... It says about two more hours. What should you like me to do Kate?" When Kate looked sharply at Al he quickly shuddered '
"You're lucky I'm in a good mood today Al or I would have killed you where you sit. Is that clear?" Kate said sneering down on him. Shaking deeply, he nodded, and continued typing and analyzing the computer.
"I don't think that threatening are helpers will do any good for are plans Kate." a voice said at the door. Kate spun around to find a man with cold silver eyes behind thin, small, rectangle glasses. His silver blue hair spiked up showing his one earring on his lift ear.
"Captain Drake, what are you doing here? I thought..." she was interrupted by Drake's hand, raised to silence her.
"You thought wrong then didn't you? I 'm hear to see the patient if you don't mind." he said, walking to the glass window, and seeing a table with a naked boy lying on it. Wires and machines was attached to him.
"Yes of course I don't mind sir." Kate said, bowing to her master.
For a few minutes Drake looked at the boy laying there so peaceful until he felt Kate near him which he just looked back at her. "Kate?"
"Yes?"
"Do you have anything to do now?" hearing the hint she nodded and quickly rushed out the room. When she left he looked back at the boy with black hair, his face hidden by the shade of his hair. Drake pressed his hand against the glass wondering how long. "Al, who is he going to be?"
"Well, according to the data I found he's near a... Captain? It couldn't be. He's too young to be a Captain or close to it." Al stopped for a second before shaking his head in wonder. "Should we give him a guardian when he wakes up?" Al stopped to look up at Drake, rubbing his chin in thought.
"Yes, I think Flower would be happy to have a Captain. When he wakes up bring him to the battle arena." he said before leaving Al to his computer.
Drake walked quickly and quietly threw the halls thinking of his future training that boy to be something he wouldn't want to be in the first place, but Professor wanted someone like him, 'Why would Professor want someone that's not at a Captain's Standards yet. What is this boy?' Drake walked to his room to think more clearly.
"Now let's see what we got here. Emotionally well-balanced. No signs of wounds. Seems like everything's clear." Al said looking at the rest of the words. Al looked up at the boy that was still lying asleep on the metal table and at what else he had to do before this boy could wake up.
Looking at the computer again he read more, going down until there was some kind of noise around him. Confused he looked up again to find the boy sitting up looking strait at the wall on Al's left. Surprised Al looked at the data which told him he wouldn't wake up until he was finish which wasn't now. Al rushed to the only door from the room to the lab, opening It, but stopped to find the boy was looking at him. His green eyes glossed to Al's light blue eyes. The boy looked like he was about to tip over, so Al grabbed him from doing so, the cords coming off of the boy. "Wow there." Al looked at the boys face as he could, see half of his eyes closed.
"Where am I?" the boy asked. Shuddering when his feet felt cold against the tiled floor.
"You are safe here don't worry. Here, sit; let me get you some cloths." Al sat the now shaking naked boy down on the table, looking around when he went to go fetch something for him to wear.
When he came back he handed the boy some boxers, baggy black pants and a black shirt which he quickly put on. The boy looked down at himself, at his new cloths. "Your happy?"Al asked happily. Seeing the boy looked up to the man confused until he smiled at him.
"Thank you." He said.
"Now, Professor never told anyone your name which is weird, so lets have a name with that face shall we? What's your name?"
The boy looked at the smiling man closely finding any mends of him hurting him before answering his question. "My name? My name... my name is Harry... Harry Potter, sir."
"Harry, well come with me." Al said walking out the small lab, into the halls. Harry looked confused for a second, having no choice but to follow him out.
"Hold up. Tell me, where am I? Who are you? And why am I here?" Harry asked catching up to Al.
"The names Al kid. I still can't believe this kids going to be a Captain." Al whispered to himself, but Harry could hear him a tad bit.
"What?" He questioned.
"Nothing, seeing as you is going to be living here and even if you wanted to go you couldn't until you trained, so I could tell you." Al said looking up at the ceiling. "But, it isn't my place to tell you, so I can't really tell you then."
"Can you make up your mind please?" Harry said annoyed.
"Oh yes, well you should tell the Professor that. I guess he would be angry if I tell you know. And about the other one I can't really say. Like I said you'll have to talk to Professor." Al finished.
"Who is this Professor you talk about?" Harry wondered, turning right down the hall to who know what.
"Professor is the leader here. He commands the Captains, which command the Guardians, which Commands there little groups. That's really the only way to break it down for you."
"If you said I would be staying here that means I have to be in one of these groups? What if I don't want to stay?"
"Um, well, you should tell your trainer that once you see him. And most of the people here didn't have a choice in the matter really. "Al said, stopping at a silver door which made Harry bump into him. Saying a quick sorry, Al opened the door that looked to be a battle room. Weapons a pone weapons where on the walls, but anything else Harry was distracted by something swished in his ear.
He heard a sound that could be like a sword cutting threw air. Harry looked right to find a dagger stuck on the wall behind him. His eyes widen in shock. Harry slowly looked in front of his soon to be trainer. A man with brown hair that was long enough to put in a pony tail. His calming brown eyes pierced Harry.
"Rule number one; do not keep your guard down. Always remember that. Got that?" the man said sternly.
"Yes sir." Harry said.
"My name is Cole. I'm going to be your trainer for the next 3 months while Drake will do the rest of the 6 months to train you. You will obey me for now and answer when I'm talking to you. Do you understand?" All Harry could do was nod. Still shocked at how close the dagger was to his head. "You will read 5 books a day, train for 6 hours trait, do sit- ups, push-ups, you will run laps, you will become stronger, faster, you will fill like nothing is weighing you down, not even gravity. You will learn how to fight with every kind of weapon at your disposal, even a piece of paper. You will learn magic beyond your wildest dreams. Make you immune to things you haven't even heard of in your life. Are you willing to do that? Right here, right now?"
Silence crept the room as Harry thought and he thought hard, really hard. Thinking of the possibilities of finishing Voldemort off. He could hurt, no, kill Voldemort with ease. Harry looked up at the man in front of him and smiled thoughtfully. Then Cole smiled taking a battling stance.
"Then let the training begin." he said whispered softly.
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