Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk pondering about the events that had happened today.
~Flashback~
Severus had ran into his office telling
him that Tom had manged to find the location of Harry. Not only that
but he somehow figured out a way threw the wards. So he immediately
took a group of order members to number four Privet Drive. When they
got there he found that both Harry's aunt and uncle had been
killed.
His cousin Dudley wasn't to far behind. Both his arms had been cut off most likely from the cutting curse, not only that but the fat had been forcefully riped out of his body and covered the floor. He had Remus take the boy to st. mongos well he contiued his search for harry.
Only minutes later had Moody come up to him telling him that not only was Harry not here but also that all of his stuff was no longer in his room. Which meant that he had somehow managed to escape before they had gotten threw his door.
~End Flashback~
Now the question that was on his mind is if Harry had managed to escape then why hadn't he contacted him. Also where would he go since he knew very well that Harry wasn't able to get around much because he didn't know very many places. So were in the world was Harry Potter?
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Harry felt really warm so he slowly opened his eyes and was shocked for a minute that he didn't see the badly plastered ceiling in his room. Then the events of the other day came back which made him sit up really fast almost causing him to fall out of the bed. But how did he get into the bed in the first place?
The door to his room opened, he noticed that it was Mike. "Well it's about time you woke up I must admit I would have never guest that you would use that ritual so soon." Mike smirked though making it seem as if he had known. "After all you didn't know all the facts about it."
"How long have I been out and what facts are you talking about I read that journal cover to cover?" asked Harry "Well to answer your first question you have been asleep for three days. Your second question is harder to answer for not even I understand all the facts about that ritual.
Something I do know though is that you have to be incredible powerful to even survive doing that ritual. That's why it was considered dark magic by the ministry." Mike mumbled something else but Harry didn't hear it he was still stunned.
How could he have been out for three days? Also what did he mean by the ritual being considered dark magic. That would mean he would be in deep shit if anyone from the ministry found out. "I can see the headlines now, Boy who lived ready to stand by the dark lord. Well that's just great I'm going to be so screwed."
"First off this ritual is nothing compared to the stuff that we are going to teach you, and the ministry won't find out because they can only find out if you use it in front of them. Right now you can't tell the difference from the old you and the new you accept now you're not wearing glasses" said Mike.
"If you don't believe me check the mirror" Harry looked at the mirror in front of his bed true to his word he didn't look much different at all. "Right then, now you should come down and get something to eat you must be starving after three days without food."
Harry realized that his stomach did hurt a lot which made sense he really hadn't eaten in three days. "Well get dressed and you can come down when your ready, you remember the way right?" after Harry gave him a slight nod he closed the door behind him and walked away.
Harry got up and went to go get dressed only to discover that none of his clothes where in his trunk. He looked around and spotted a dresser, so he went to check if his clothes had been put in there, but all he found was a bunch of black shirts and blue jeans. So he put those on and headed to the "great hall" forgetting to put socks or shoes on.
When he got there he noticed that there weren't as many people there as the last time he had been there. He went straight to the food table picking up as much food as he could, Ron would be proud. He sat in a lazy boy and ate well watching a qudditch game being broadcast on tv.
A little while after that Mike came into the room with a man that Harry hadn't met before. They made there way to him until they where standing right in front of him. "Harry I would like to introduce you to your new teacher in occlumency, this is Gene. And of course Gene this is Harry." Harry looked at Gene he had crimson shaded hair which was spiked. He had a pretty good build and the most interesting thing was the scar running from the top of his head down to his chin on the right side.
"We'll have your first lesson now follow me, will you" said Gene. Without another word started to walk away. "I would suggest you follow him otherwise you will never learn" said Mike. Harry just nodded and took off after Gene. Harry almost ran into Gene who had stopped in front of a birch door. "This is where I will teach you it wont take that long to teach however it will take awhile for you to get good at it" said Gene.
Harry nodded not knowing what else to do, when they entered the room Harry was surprise to see nothing but a pillow on the floor. "Sit on the pillow" Harry did as told. Now first off occlumency can be done a few ways the hardest way being to clear your mind of all thought. So what I want you to do is close your eyes and concentrate on something that could hold you attention for hours upon hours. Harry's first thought was Hermione but he decided to pick a snitch instead.
That way if Gene was able to get into his mind he wouldn't find out. Gene waited for awhile until it seemed that Harry had finally made up his mind and was focusing on that thing as hard as he could. Gene didn't need to use a spell to get into peoples minds, he didn't even have to make eye contact. So he started to test Harry's concentration. It took only ten minutes before Harry had lost focus.
"That's not very good you need to focus harder it will eventually be come second nature, now again." Harry focused on the shape of the snitch the way that the wings moved and the sound that they made. He focused on the carvings in the snitch. He felt Gene trying to enter his mind but kept his focus on the snitch.
Finally the feeling went away and Harry opened his eyes. The expression of confusion written all over his face. "Its been 3 hours already you were able to keep your focus now its time for me to teach you how to make it part of your subconscious. I want you to image the snitch surrounding your body. Then I want you to make it permanent. You do this by willing it to stay there.
Harry did as told and his body glowed gold for a second but then it faded away. "Congratulations you have just competed 'The Gene master it in a day occlumency lesson' said Gene. "Of course this is only the third time that anyone has completed the lesson in a day so I guess the title doesn't fit very well" mused Gene. Harry was trying hard not to laugh out loud. He had thought that Gene was some kinda hardass and now he was acting like an over excited teenager.
"Well anyway follow me, Mike said to bring you to his office if you were able to complete the lesson in a day." He walked to the door and this time waited for Harry to follow. After walking threw about six different hallways going up 3 flights of stairs and then onto an elevator made of wood the rest of the way up. They finally made it to Mike's office. Harry took note that the door was made of red wood before they went in.
Harry had almost been expecting something similar to Dumbledore's office with Mike sitting at a desk writing on parchment, he should have known better. There was a great deal of weapons hanging from the wall, well there were tables hold all kinds a weird things. At the back of the room there was a hammock hung from two pillars allowing the person to see out the window well up there.
Mike on the other hand was sound asleep and took no notice of Harry or Gene as they made there way to the back of the room. Gene pulled a long stick off the wall and hit the hammock with it this made Mike fall to the floor. He somehow managed to catch himself before he hit the floor and was able to land on his feet.
"Well I guess I was right about you being able to complete the training in a day" said Mike with a large smile. "That is one of the first things that everyone has to learn when they come to this house. This way there mind will be safe and we can know that no one will get there hands on any information that goes on in this house."
"Now since that is done you must learn how to use a weapon." Harry looked puzzled "why do I have to learn to use a weapon." Mike looked amused "well it's a house rule that everyone that come to my home must learn to use a weapon. Be that weapon a bo or hand gun. Now this room has a great amount of weapons in it, but it is not up to you what weapon you will learn to use.
This is decided by these gloves" mike pulls out of a cabinet nearby a pair of leather gloves. "These gloves are very much like the sorting hat in Hogwarts now put them on, they will decided what weapon is best for you. Harry pulled on the gloves he instantly heard a voice in his head which seemed oddly like Mikes.
No need to be alarmed I am only hear to read about your life to find the best choice. You have handled a straight sword before but it is not the weapon for you. You would be better off with something more flexible and long, yes I see perfectly what weapon is best for you.
"The weapon best suited for the boy known as Harry James Potter is a spear" the gloves announced aloud. "Interesting choice, well then how about we go find the right spear follow me." Mike took the gloves from Harry and put them on, and then he started to walk to a door on the left side of the room. Harry followed him and ended up in a room full of more weapons then he had ever seen. Which was impressive seeings as how many where on the walls of the manor.
Mike came back to the front of the room holding a spear that was completely black with carvings of what looked to be a cat demon. Right at the top of the spear where the stick was connected to the spear head was long black hair. "This is a very old spear made by a very wise man in the year 1500 the hair is from a Thestral, and the blade is made from the fangs of the very same Thestral" said Mike. Harry looked up at the blade which was almost white but had signs of metal mixed within it.
"According to the gloves this is the only spear that is right for you. Treat it with great care for it is a very powerful and deadly weapon in the hands of evil. Now as to who will teach you to use this weapon is completely up to Seijuro Hiko." Mike then shows Harry how to shrink and unshrink the weapon at will.
"Alright come with me there is something that you must do and it can only be done today." Mike grabbed Harry and pretty much dragged him all the way to the other side of the manor. Where they came upon a door that was made of a wood that was an odd green color. When they entered Harry saw that the room was covered head to toe with white runes.
"Here you are going to need this." Mike throws a backpack at Harry, "Follow the directions in this letter no matter what." Mike handed Harry the letter well looking at him very seriously. "The magic of this room is only able to send one person and only when the sun is still in the sky on this day." Without another word Mike walked out of the room and left Harry standing there. The runes started to glow then there was a great white flash.
The room was now completely empty.
