"Can I please ride this horse?" Harry gestured to the tallest horse in the barn, a part Thoroughbred/Shire. Teacher took one glance at the horse.
"No."
"Pleaseeee?" Harry whined.
"Hell. NO." Teacher said as he cautiously eyed the dangerous tall horse in the barn, she kept kicking at the padded walls throwing a fit. Not another word of complaint came from Harry. "Go get Viper." Harry scurried off to do what he was commanded. Teacher looked around looking for a source of entertainment. With a smile he approached the red headed girl, which he briefly spoke to yesterday.
"Beautiful day to ride isn't it?" She looked up and outside, with slight surprise.
"Haha, why yes it is. Would you and your boy want to go on a trail ride?" She brightly asked him, excited by the thought of company during a ride.
"Why, I'd love to, but first I want to see if young Harry remembered what he learned. This would be considered a treat for him." He turned around to see Harry strutting through the aisle way with Viper walking beside him. So far Harry did everything well. Then Harry started brushing off the Thoroughbred without a hitch. He went to clean out the horses hooves, but soon found he couldn't lift the big horse's leg up.
"TEACHER! TEACHER!" Harry yelled, interrupting the teacher's conversation. The teacher lifted his head to show that he had is attention. "I can't lift up his leg! He's too fat!" Teacher and the red-headed girl laughed and the teacher walked over to help Harry with the horses leg. The girl went back to grooming her Bay.
"You're doing a fine job, Harry." The teacher pointed out as he set the now clean hoof softly on the ground. Harry beamed.
"So, does that mean I get to ride today?" Harry excitedly asked.
"That is exactly what it means." The teacher grabbed an English saddle, pad, girth, and bridle from the tack room. After showing Harry all the parts of the bridle etc. He tacked up Viper, the teacher didn't expect short little Harry to. Soon Viper was tacked up. Pulling the reins up over the horses head, he led him outside the barn to a green pipe gate round pen. Harry followed behind, but kept getting distracted by the soft brown dirt that was basically screaming at him to kick it.
"Harry, get over here, quit dilly-dallying!" Teacher scolded the playful boy, who walked over, but not after rolling his eyes. The teacher started dusting off Harry's jodhpurs. "You got you clothes dirty. Filthy farm boy!" the Teacher teased Harry.
"So. How do I turn this thing on?" Harry laughed while pointing to the horse. The teacher and the red headed woman, who just walked over to them leading two horses (one for the teacher) behind her, laughed at young boy's antics.
"You put your left hand here; don't forget to keep hold of the reins." The teacher demonstrated on Viper where the left hand went. "You place your right hand here." He placed his right hand on the horse again. "You put your left foot in the stirrup, but you don't push your foot all the way through, and you ease off the ground. By the time your body raised off the ground, swing your- ARGGGGGGH!" With a thump Teacher fell on the ground without a lick of grace into a crumpled heap. As soon as the Teacher untangled himself, he realized his mistake. "Harry, make note of this, ALWAYS, check the girth before you get on." The teacher pointed out as the saddle had completed swung down to the belly of Viper. The red-headed woman and Harry laughed as Viper snorted indignantly.
Soon Harry was walking Viper around the pen, even after the entire dramatic spill.
"Can I go faster?" Harry begged the Teacher, bored with just walking.
"No." Teacher rejected Harry's plea.
"?" Harry whined, the red-headed girl started laughing again.
"No, you spoiled brat!" The teacher barked at Harry in annoyance. Harry immediately quieted.
After a few moments of silence that Harry spent riding Viper, things just got awkward.
"Why?" Harry asked that question that makes all adults want to pull their hair out.
"Because, I said so," Teacher answered with a reply that drove all kids up a wall.
Sensing and impending argument, the red-headed girl interrupted the two, "How about that trail ride?" The teacher and Harry smiled and looked at her.
"Let's go." The teacher hopped on the Grey horse the red-headed woman saddled for him. They all walked at a leisurely pace to the trail-head, Harry speeding ahead.
"Why does he call you, The Teacher?" She asked the Teacher curiously.
"Now, Eliza, you and I both know there will be consequences if he learns of our full names." The Teacher rolled is eyes at her.
"But the teacher sounds so…strict. Why don't you just give him your first name?" Eliza argued.
"He needs a strict enforcer of right and wrong, his uncle only taught him how to be a house elf and punish himself. I want this to end soon, but before this is over I will tell him who we truly are. So not only we can rest in peace, we can have an heir, and he will know that we are true. Which is what he needs, I am doing it this way for the boy." Eliza contemplated his words.
"All right, I will trust your judgment for now, but you better not botch this up. Who knows when we will get another chance worthy of our name?" Eliza words were taken in to considerable silence by the teacher. Harry and Viper were ahead of them snooping out trees and the like, but the teacher and Eliza just humbly walked side-by-side in silence for the rest of the ride.
A few days later found Harry at the dinner table, without the dreaded cloth tying him to the chair.
"If you pass this today, we will move on to wizarding etiquette." Harry was about ready to groan in protest, "But, there will be no more annoying cloths tying you to chairs." Harry then exclaimed joyfully.
"Yes, yes, Let us eat now." The teacher rolled his eyes at Harry's antics. Soon they were eating like the proper young gentlemen they were. An hour and full bellies later, they were done.
"That was a fine meal, Sir." Harry complimented the Teacher. The teacher smiled, Harry passed.
"So, Harry, are you ready to learn Wizarding etiquette?"
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"WHERE IS THE BOY?" Dumbledore bellowed out at the quivering Order members. They all looked exhausted from lack of sleep and food, spending their every last minute searching for Harry.
"He isn't in the UK. That is for certain, every time I use the point me spell it goes haywire. Meaning either two things, he is either dead or he is out of range." Snape sneered at Lupin, for even thinking of speaking. Lupin looked as if he would die if the wind blew against him to hard. He was paper thin, red-eyed, gaunt, and his hair looked scraggly and mangy. He looked as if he was doing heavy drugs, the scars on his face seemed to have been highlighted they stuck out so much. Dumbledore sighed and everyone else just seemed to accept the facts presented to them.
"Very well, we will continue our search in the rest of Europe." He stated and there was an audible gasp from everyone there.
"You can't surely mean you are going to continue your search for the spoiled brat, which is obviously dead?" Snape spat out at Dumbledore, there were some murmurs of agreement in the background along with a collective gasp.
"Snape as a point Sir, I think it is quite obvious Harry is no more." Lupin said sadly distressed. There was another collective audible gasp, Lupin agreeing with Snape? It was unheard of.
"For all we know, that poor boy is being tortured by Death Eaters at who knows where! We have to help find him!" Molly screeched her order out to the Order, Arthur grabbed her arm and shook his head. Molly paled and sank back into her seat. Harry was dead.
Dumbledore took everyone's words into consideration and was starting to form a plan.
"Then Neville Longbottom has to become our new Boy-Who-Lived." He spoke plainly.
In a moment of brilliant logic, Arthur wisely said, "But he didn't." Everyone sank deeper into their chairs as the logic in his simple words hit them.
"Yes, that is true, while Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived, Neville is the one still alive." The truth in those words seemingly stabbed Molly in the heart with a knife and twisted. With a flick of his wrist, all of Dumbledore trinkets and wards switched over to Neville. It was as if Dumbledore expected this to happen.
So it was settled on that fateful day. Neville would become the wizarding world's new hero and Harry would be declared dead. Dumbledore and his Order will all be there to claim all the glory.
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"Remember Harry, the magic is a muscle, even if you don't show results it is still getting exercise which is a very good thing." Harry nodded distractedly his complete concentration was focused solely on making a flame appear in his hand. Beads of sweat trickled down his face as he attempted yet again to make a flame. He sighed in frustration as he was only able to produce a little flicker of a flame that was gone in two seconds. "Good! Good, very brilliant Harry, very brilliant stuff. You seem exhausted, go take a bath and eat some ice cream. Then I want you to brew me a Burn Heal potion." With that the teacher left the room. Harry flopped on his chair in frustration.
Magic is a muscle that gets better with practice, better with practice, it is all I need. Practice, I don't like the fire I would rather make shocks, like miniature lightning bolts. That would be way wicked.
Harry was jolted from his thoughts as the chair leg in his chair broke knocking him out of the chair. He landed with a thud on his back.
"Oww! Bloody Hell, what caused the chair to do that?" He asked as he rolled over and got up. Then he saw the broken chair leg, rolling his eyes, he easily waved his hand and the chair fixed itself. Harry grunted happily then flopped back down. Only then did it hit him.
"TEACHER! TEACHER! I DID IT!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. The Teacher was in the living room in seconds. The sight he saw was Harry dancing strangely around his chair.
Raising an eyebrow, the Teacher sat in the chair across from Harry, "Do tell what you did and why you are dancing around the chair like some drugged stripper?" Harry blushed and stopped dancing immediately.
"I did it teacher! I did flawless wandless magic! My chair leg broke and I fixed it!" Harry said excitedly while gesturing wildly to his chair. The Teacher didn't no whether to scold Harry for looking like a rabid Flamingo, praise him for his good work, or start acting crazy with him in celebration. Knowing that it probably wouldn't be best to encourage acting crazy, Teacher did the first two options.
"Harry sit down, quit flapping your arms already for Pete's sake, and listen to me." Teacher said as he rolled his eyes at the over-exuberant boy. Harry stiffened up and carried out his commands. "We are going to take the rest of today off from your studies, in celebration. Tell me, have you ever flown a kite?" Harry instantly perked up; he shook his head 'no'.
Conjuring up two kites, the teacher lent over to Harry and whispered to him in a knightly tone, "Well, let's go fly, shall we?"
Finding the perfect hill, Teacher laid down the blanket he conjured. Putting down the picnic basket, he grabbed a kite. Walking over to where Harry was very patiently waiting, he started to unravel some of the kite.
"The trick to the kite is to catch the wind." Just like that the kite was picked up by the wind and unraveled itself. Teacher handed Harry the handle. "You're flying high now Harry, feel the freedom?" The Teacher's soft spoken words almost brought tears to Harry's eyes. Harry had never felt such love, freedom, and protection from anyone. He really did feel like he was flying high. Teacher wrapped Harry up in a big hug, before getting his own kite out. Harry looked up with pride, seeing his kite float with the wind like it was a buoyant duck on water. It was very graceful. He was transfixed with the pattern of motion the kite followed. Harry thought it was by far the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The Teacher joined him carrying his big blue and white diamond kite. His kite took flight just as easily as Harry's.
The kites were soon both dancing with the wind.
They woke up the next morning in a tangle of limbs curled up on the little blanket that the Teacher had conjured. Little Harry was hugging Teacher as if his life depended on it and the Teacher was hugging Harry right back.
On the horizon, two kites could be spotted, just flowing with the wind.
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"I LIKE LIGHTNING! YES I DO! YES I DO! YES I DO! LIGHTNING IS FRIGHTNING! WATCH IT BOOM CRACKA-LACKA SMACKA DE FRACKA I'M SPEAKING NONSENSA! WATCH IT- Oh," Harry coughed awkwardly, "Hey Teacher." He scratched the back of his head.
The Teacher merely raised an eyebrow. "If I may ask, what in the world are you doing?" Teacher gestured around the room. The living room was literally blown to bit with holes everywhere and random debris strewn about.
Harry had the decency to blush, "Erm, I got carried away?" The Teacher gave the room a once over again then looked back at Harry and narrowed his eyes in a way that made Harry go nervous.
"You got carried away doing what?" Teacher curiously asked the young boy who was still shuffling about nervously.
"I was playing with lightning." Harry stated truthfully, Teacher almost fell over in surprise.
"Care to elaborate, Harry?" The Teacher was very curious to see what was going on.
"Erm, can I just show you?" Harry questioned, not really sure how to explain this to the Teacher. The Teacher nodded his head casually, so Harry showed him. Lifting up his hand and aiming his index finger at a chair, he shot off a bolt of Lightning. The chair now had another big whole in it.
Teacher exclaimed in sheer surprise, "DO IT AGAIN!" Much to Harry's surprise, Teacher seemed to really approve of Harry's ability to fire lightning off, and kept ordering him to shoot them off again and again.
Teacher was ready to do a jig, no wonder Harry had problem with the fire spells, he was a Lightning elemental! Lightning elementals were rare though, but very good elementals to be. The only problem with Lightning elementals was the fact that they had a hard time practicing other forms of the elements, like the simple fire spell Harry was trying. It would explain why he was struggling so much with the fire spell, but turned around and fixed the chair without a second thought.
"Harry, I want you to envision this chair turning into a shoebox." Harry nodded and envisioned it happening, "Now I want you to turn said chair into a shoebox." Without warning Harry let off a spell, and the sitting chair was now a Nike shoebox. Whether Harry knew it or not, he just proved Teacher's theory. "Open your eyes Harry."
Harry opened his eyes and saw the Nike shoebox staring up at him. He almost did a gleeful jig around it, but then realized the Teacher was watching him so that may not have been very smart.
"Harry, you are a very special young lad." Teacher said as he fixed up everything that Harry was bent on destroying earlier. "Very, very special," Then he undid the shoebox, and it turned back into a sitting chair again.
"We will no longer be doing fire spells; we will be doing extensive combat training. But, remember this; your lightning abilities should only be used at a perilous moment. People who can come to know of these abilities could do you great harm with spells of you counter element: Fire so don't tell anyone and don't get caught going crazy like you did by me. Got it?" The Teacher turned to look at Harry and gauge his reactions. Harry looked like he swallowed a fish and didn't really know how to reply to the teacher's declaration.
"Okay." Was all Harry replied with, Teacher face showed a look of amusement, but he hid that well from Harry.
"Do you want to eat dinner?"
"Yeah." Their dinner was filled with awkward silence.
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A week later found the two at the stable, with Eliza and Viper. Harry was already cantering at this point in time. He easily went around the big arena, with perfect posture; the Teacher claimed that the dreaded cloth helped with this to.
"What do you want to learn next?" The Teacher asked as Harry was putting Viper away.
"I think I would like to learn wizarding history it kind of goes hand in hand with wizarding etiquette." Harry paused after a moment of thinking, then spoke, "Maybe I could learn how to drive a horse." The teacher looked off into space for some time, just thinking.
"I agree with you on the history, it does, but driving a horse would be a good thing to know as well. But, alas, I feel the history as greater importance then driving does. Lord's never drive themselves and it isn't that hard to sit in a carriage…." He trailed off, "Yes, it would definitely be best if we studied History, of both worlds."
Harry could have smacked himself. Why the heck would anyone say 'history' first? Now instead of having fun with horses he was stuck inside studying boring old history of all things! His thoughts must have shown on his face, because the Teacher quickly said, "But, I think we should have weekends off to do whatever you please." Harry's expression relaxed into a softer look.
After they both bade Eliza a friendly goodbye, they apparated back to the living room of the playhouse.
"I am going to go concoct some potions, now if that is alright with you?" Harry pleasantly asked the Teacher.
He nodded at Harry dismissively, "I was going to say you do the same thing as I cooked dinner." With that being said, they turned away from each other, Teacher going to make dinner and Harry to work on potions.
"A bit of Gras salt, stir once left and once right! And Voila, the smoke has erupted!" Harry exclaimed as smoke came up in a puff out of his cauldron. "Next, skins taken from live potatoes, turn fire off, add Feddy fur. Now I got to turn this way then this way seven times." Harry was muttering under his breath directions as he worked. "Now a fire should be erupting right about," Harry took a step back as the fire came out of the cauldron with a roar. "Now, haha!" He cackled like a mad man as he realized his potion was completed. Harry carefully filled up a vial with the liquid. He walked to the outside of the door of the training room. Opening the door slightly, he threw the vial as hard as he could and quickly slammed the door shut. There was a deafening BOOM! Smoke started to leak out from under the door. Realizing after a few moments, that the major damage was done, Harry opened back up the door.
The room was covered in complete darkness. Harry quickly casted a wandless Lumos, but he still couldn't see anything, he discovered with a smirk. Soon he heard the heavy footsteps of the Teacher running in his direction.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" Teacher bellowed at Harry, Harry visibly shrunk.
"I wanted to test the potion." He stated quietly, nervously.
Teacher took a couple of deep breaths to cool down. "What potion was that?" Harry blushed and looked at his feet.
"One that I made for combat." The Teacher immediately recoiled from Harry in surprise.
With a deep chuckle, he said, "My, my, Harry you are full of surprises. What was this potion supposed to do? Did you keep track of the ingredients you used? Next time before you test a potion, come get me, eh?" Teacher fired off a couple questions and a reprimanded him lightly.
"It was supposed to blow up upon forceful contact with something, like a wall, or a bad-guy. After it blew up, I tried to make it so it turned everything dark. Like irrevocably so, only time can bring light back to an area affected." Teacher was very impressed now. "I would be an idiotic fool not keep notes of the ingredients used." Harry stated in his best bossy voice, but seven year olds using voices like that is just downright funny. Both the Teacher and Harry busted into rounds of laughter.
As soon as they calmed down Teacher asked an important question, "So how long do you estimate it will stay dark?" Harry's expression turned thoughtful for a second.
"Judging by the amount of Gras salt I put into the potion, I'd have to say about six hours at the least." Harry informed Teacher in a scholarly voice. Teacher nodded solemnly.
"Well guess what you get to do now?" Harry groaned at loud.
"NO! I hate dishes! You can't make me!" He yelled out defiantly, the Teacher let out a bark of a laugh.
"What makes you say I was going to say that?" Teacher said, his eyes still watery from mirth. Harry's face scrunched up in distaste.
"Because, you always say evil stuff, after you say 'Guess what'." Harry pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The Teacher just couldn't contain it, he started laughing. So hard he was turning pink. Harry just stood there facing the laughing man defiantly with his arms crossed on his chest.
"I was actually going to say, I wanted to eat dinner outside in the park since it was so nice today." Teacher said after the long while it took him to sober up.
Harry rolled his eyes but relaxed, "Sure," He muttered sarcastically. The Teacher almost laughed out loud again.
"Hey Harry, Guess what?" Teacher questioned with humour totally laced in his tone of voice.
Harry let out a huff of annoyance, "What?" He snapped at the still slightly chuckling man.
"You get to carry the picnic basket." The Teacher shoved it in Harry's hands and walked off a cheeky smile in place.
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Dumbledore decided he should ask the Dursleys if they knew anything of Harry. They were so caught up in the fact that Harry wasn't at the Dursleys to even think of dropping by and talking to them about it. Anyway, he was here now, and maybe they could give him a clue to where the boy went. It was worth a shot, besides it was better then making a whole new master plan. He lifted up his hand and politely knocked on their door.
Petunia was busy doing her normal routine of the day, vacuum floor, and sweep kitchen, do any dishes, and start preparing for the next day. Then all of a sudden she felt this really foreboding feeling wash over her. KNOCK! KNOCK! She almost dropped the vase she was dusting. She knew exactly who the owner of that knock was, and she didn't like the fact that he was that much more powerful then her. Petunia was scared. She shakily walked over to the door, figuring Dumbledore could easily break in without a trace, and that he wouldn't be so happy about having to do that. Trying to calm her shaking hand, she placed it on the doorknob. It was of no use. The doorknob was rattling crazily under her shaky grip.
Petunia took a couple of deep breaths, put on her best scowl, and opened the door. "Dumbledore. What brings you here?" She scowled down at the crazy old man wearing Pink robes with bright Orange stars. He moved to walk into her house; she hostilely shifted her body in his path. "You won't be tainting our home with your presence." She spat evilly at Dumbledore.
"Oh, okay, I understand. I will just talk to you out here. Wearing these fashionable robes, talking to you, exactly where all the neighbors can see…." He trailed off while looking at how Petunia's expression rapidly change from downright hostile to panicked. He was highly amused by the time she hurriedly opened the door wider and stepped aside for Dumbledore to walk in. Crazy muggles always obsessed with the opinions of their neighbors of all the people.
"I was wondering if I may see Harry." Dumbledore stated watching as her face went from fearful, panicked, then lastly to mean. She lead him into the living room and gestured him to sit down. Dumbledore picked a nice fluffy living chair and agilely hopped in it. Petunia sat down primly on her couch right across from him.
"He's gone. The brat ran away after school, unprovoked, thought he could have better than a loving family that feeds him. The local police have been searching for him fruitlessly day and night." Dumbledore feared that response; it meant that if Harry was still alive, he was very powerful AND very willful. It would be much harder to shape him into a perfect weapon.
With a deep sigh, Dumbledore stood up. "May I see his room, for possible clues of where he may have gone?" Petunia silently nodded and lead him to Harry's cupboard. Dumbledore searched his room thoroughly and found nothing but clothes way to big for Harry, spiders, and broken toys. Petunia watched him like a hawk from the doorway the whole time. He walked out of Harry's cramped room and stretched out in the hallway. Turning to Petunia he asked her, "May you please show me the path your kids walk home from school on?" Petunia nodded. She led him to the door.
"Down the sidewalk to the left, keep walking straight on this for two intersections, then turn left again, and after a few moments there will be a back entrance to a park across the road. You will be on the right road if you see that. Then you keep going straight to you see the school." Dumbledore humbly gave her his thanks for her hospitality (no matter how hostile she was) and left the premises.
Walking gaily along the sidewalk following the directions Petunia gave, he ignored the whispers and snickers that seemed to follow him. He walked all the way to the school and back looking for suspicious people or objects that may have been a clue to Harry's disappearance. But he found nothing. So he thought that he may as well take a walk in the park as he was already there.
He hummed along to his favorite Beatles song and was enjoying the funny day. Then all of a sudden Dumbledore felt a tug on his robes. He looked down to see a chubby little six year old. He smiled kindly at the boy who grinned a wide toothless grin at him.
"You're queer." The six year old boy stated barely concealing his giggles. Dumbledore looked up to see a group of 6 fit, popular looking, older boys of about eleven years of age cracking up in hysterical peels of laughter. Dumbledore almost laughed himself. He was sure his facial expression was more than comical at the moment.
He watched as the younger boy ran to the group of older boys who all gave the little kid high-fives and patted him on the back. The kid's grin was ecstatically happy.
Dumbledore left the park, completely happy that he had helped a young boy feel accepted.
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Well I guess here it is… the long awaited chapter. Haha. Yeah right. Lol
Im going to try to update at least one chapter of 5000 words each at least once a week. I have an idea that I believe will work for this story, so im not stumbling in the dark so much.
Only have one problem. I can NOT decide what house I want Harry to be in.
So you should totally vote on it.
Which house should Harry belong to:
Gryffindor
Hufflepuff
Ravenclaw
Slytherin
House of my own creation!
I await your many votes! XD btw, the sorting shouldn't come for a few more chappies. So its gonna be open for voties for awhile. Yay, right? Haha.
I can't wait till I write about the Teachers true identity….I think it will be totally beast….. beast enough that NO ONE will ever figure it out! MWAWHAWHAH!
The person who guess correctly, will have a chapter dedicated to them. Anyone BUT LadyLupin98 can participate! Cuz she already knows. Losa forced the plot of my story out. Fool. Idiot. She should know better. ANYway….I do believe this was the longest freakin authors note known to history I just feel like rambling lika fool.
Later,
Jive22