Harry Potter and the World of Warcraft
Chapter 4: Training
"Get back on your feet" Alex commanded as Harry for the twentieth time that day fell to the ground after a ruthless training regiment from Alex. Harry knew Ginny was probably not faring better either but he wouldn't know since he was stuck with one on one training with Alex. "Harry, you need to feel the sword in your hand. Now come at me again." He ordered raising the wooden sword. Harry quickly got up and using the instruction he got last week in basics, he ran towards Alex. Harry swung hard towards Alex but it was blocked by a carefree blade. He then tried running him through but Alex tripped him and smacked him in the head with the wooden sword. Harry fell again on his face and Alex stood over him. "We lose lots of good men to tactics like that. Never lose your temper or you lose your head." Alex said not even amused. Harry got up and got in a stance and prepared for yet another round.
Ron was faring a little better than his friends. Aside from his sword training, which he takes part in a lot, he also had training in healing and purifying dead lands. Paladins use an assortment of weapons, namely the hammer, but Ron decided that the Axe was a much better choice for the time being. His instructor was one of the few paladins in the service with all the others either in Lorderon or dead. "Good Ronald, you must keep focused on the magic, always remember that healing the lands is important." The old paladin said. Ron kept his concentration and never said a word.
Ginny did not fare better than Harry in training, mostly because her female trainer expected the best from her, to be better than the men. She could barely keep up with the fierce warrior and her sword attacks. "Ginny you need to move faster, men are incompetent, but at your speed they will cut you in half." She barked. Ginny knew better to answer back and tried to move faster but it was tiring, this woman was mad. Alex told her earlier that she suffered in the war. The ship she was on to Kalimdore had two females, her and her teenage daughter. The girl died on the way but she survived. She was bitter because the men who did this were all noble servants or good crooks at hiding. The woman pushed Ginny harder and Ginny in turn tried to push back.
Hermione studied diligently in the mage tower, learning everything from her mentor. Sadly since William wasn't that high enough in the mages to have her learn more. William came up a few minutes later with warm meat and mashed potatoes. "You need to eat, their were great mages who wasted away without food. My mentor told me that since mages are egotistical, they think they can go without food, and then they die of starvation." William explained. Hermione was more than grateful. "Thank you William, I have been starved for a while." She said gorging the meat of the boar. William laughed and looked over her scrolls and was impressed. "You're learning battle magic, good." He said. She nodded and replied, "Voldemort killed many people, and I want to help stop him. Harry though wants to do it personally and for good reason." She said. William nodded, remembering the tales that Hermione told him about how their world was still scared of his name. They both ate in relative silence. "William, why is your brother bitter all the time?" She asked. William knew such a question would turn up eventually. "Once, he was always happy. Before all the wars, he was a farmer wanting nothing more than to raise a family as well as crops. He was even engaged to a girl in Strathholme. Then our Prince came and burned the city to the ground, killing everyone. He didn't find out until after he was on the boat. When he was on the boat, a Strathholme survivor told him of the carnage. Alex was never the same, especially when dad died." William said. Hermione could hear the bitterness in his voice. She felt a little saddened about hearing about Alex's bitterness towards things. "But enough talk over sad matters, let's finish eating." He said. She agreed and they ate again in silence.
Hermione decided much later to leave for home while William finished up some paperwork. She walked along the street slowly, wanting to catch her surroundings. She saw how uneven everything was, with the nobles fine houses, to the commoners shabby shacks. She was caught up in so much that she didn't notice she was being followed. They sprung up on her and clasped her mouth tightly. She struggled hard as several men dragged her in an alley. One held a dagger to her throat. "Well look at this pretty young thing, coming around forgetting the toll." One of them said, with carnal lust in his eyes. They did not notice that Hermione still had her wand and she reached for it in her robe pocket. The men were about to cut off her robe when a voice startled them. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." A voice from the alley boomed. Hermione and the thugs looked and saw Ron at the end of the alley holding a massive battle axe. "It's unwise to try that, especially with a talented mage like that." He said. All the men laughed and two went towards Ron. "Low level Paladins won't be missed too much I don't think." One of them said. Hermione made her move and stunned the thug in front of her. She then kicked the one holding her in the shin and kicked him in the face before stunning them. Ron used the confusion to swoop in and bash one thug with the blunt end of the axe while tripping the other and kicking him in the face. "Good thing you remembered wordless spells, Hermione." Ron said. Hermione slightly laughed, but was still shocked by what almost happened. "Come on lets go home." Ron said putting an arm around her shoulder and the pair headed home.
Elsewhere, in the port city of Ratchet, Jaina Proudmoore met with her only trusted friend, Warchief Thrall. The massive imposing orc sat down at a table with his entourage of orc grunts keeping watch. "I am glad you can come on such short notice Thrall." Jaina said embracing the massive orc. Thrall lightly hugger her back as to not hurt her with his massive strength. "I was happy to get your summons, I grow weary of the problems of running my kingdom." Thrall said pulling out a chair for Jaina to sit in. She gladly sat down and the pair ate in the pub while discussing their problems. "I know my problems must be silly compared to yours, with those trolls leaving the Horde and going about pillaging supply freights. I'm sure Rokhan is devastated that so many of his brothers left." Jaina said. Thrall nodded, ever since several troll bands left to become bandits, their leader Rokhan was in a very moody state. He has even excluded himself from several meetings. "Rokhan loves the Horde, but he also loves his fellow trolls. I do not doubt his loyalty, but I fear if we have to face Zil'vam and his tribe, he will hesitate. And then that massive magical presence left me uneasy." Thrall said. Jaina immediately looked up. "You felt it to? Then it must be powerful if it could be felt in Orgrimmar." Jaina said. Thrall seemed to acknowledge this and seemed uneasy. "Jaina, do not worry about this, but be vigilante. This does not sit well with me." He said. Jaina nodded and they continued eating in silence.
Lord Voldemort sat in his massive chair in a diner with the two leaders of both the Kul Tiras pirates and a troll clan near the Shimmering Isles. Captain Franklin Moran took occasional looks at this so called Lord Voldemort and his apparent new ally Zil'vam. He had heard nothing but bad things about the troll. He was so bad that the repulsive orcs didn't want them. He saw that this Dark Lord was not at all fazed by the brutal ways the troll ate the raw meat. Moran ate in a quiet, dignified manner, not like the brute savages that his men liked to eat like. The Dark Lord ate in a similar manner to Moran, a dignified manner. He knew that he must be respectable at least in a few ways. "So, my Lord, We have been in meetings with your men for weeks, yet we know nothing of the offer you ask of us." He said. Voldemort looked up and smirked. "Strait to the point huh? I admire that in a man. My offer to the both of you is very simple, power beyond imagination. Whatever you desire would be yours." Voldemort said. Zil'vam stopped eating immediately. "Dis power Mon, would it be de black voodoo dat me tribe practice, or is it more?" The troll asked. Voldemort seemed to enjoy this. "I need allies to aid me in making a better world, ones where trolls are higher than the loathsome orcs and obedience is rewarded accordingly." He said, piercing the very soul of the troll with his powerful red eyes. He turned to the captain and did the same. "I know your pain on losing your friend. Betrayed by his own blood and yet she is still revered for her heroism. Yet I know the vengeance in your heart Captain." Voldemort said. Moran suddenly felt weak, he felt compelled to agree with the Dark Lord. "Swear allegiance to me, and I will give you your desires." Voldemort said. Zil'vam agreed almost immediately. "Now my new ally, rally your tribe, bring them here and you will receive new orders." Voldemort said. "I will obey, and dey will to." He said running out. Then Voldemort turned to Moran. "You don't trust the troll, do you?" Voldemort asked. Moran knew then that Voldemort was more observant than ever. "Rally your troops to me, and when this is all over, I shall give men total dominion with the lesser races as slaves. You would agree to that I know." He said. Moran nodded and kneeled before him. "I swear, eternal loyalty to you master, and will follow you forever." Moran said. Voldemort smiled and laughed. In his head he could feel Harry Potter, viewing everything. "Go forth my Captain, Rally the Kul Tiras marines. You will be the harbinger of my wrath." Voldemort said. Moran got up and ran out of the cave, riding his horse to his base camp. Voldemort could feel Harry in his head and decided to converse. "You see now Harry, Your pathetic attempt to defeat me has failed. I now have a new army, and Theramore is my first target." He laughed and kicked Harry out. Voldemort laughed into the massive cavern.
Harry woke with a cold sweat, unable to control his shivering. "What's wrong Harry?" Ginny asked rushing to him. "Voldemort, he has an army now. Those trolls and the pirates that Alex told us about. He let me in his mind to tell me Theramore is going to be attacked soon as he can." He said. Ginny enveloped him in a hug and they stayed like that for twenty minutes. Harry still felt love for Ginny, even though the treat of Voldemort was higher. He wanted badly to kiss her, but Ron was sleeping nearby and Hermione was nearby. He kept lying close to her and eventually the pair fell asleep. William sat in the doorway and laughed a little while Alex slapped him upside the head for gossiping. Hermione smirked but felt uneasy about Harry's dream. She felt that now this adventure would be very trying on them.
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