Author's Note: Well , thanks for the reviews dear readers. I'll try to now make the next chapter, and any readers for my other story, it's on hold for the time being. On with the story...

Whatever Harry was expecting, it was not what he saw.

He and the giant Hagrid were standing in the middle of a field, with stands on all sides. The stands had risen to amazing heights, the likes Harry had not seen before. Each of the stands stood facing to the center of the field where Harry was standing, and three gold hoops opposing each other. The entire field seemed empty, the wind blowing the flags and banners in the wind, and as Harry felt the wind, he felt a chill go up his back.

Beyond the empty field, Harry was even more surpised at what else greeted his arrival. There was a large mediveal castle. Towers came up from the keep, large towers, like fingers coming from the grave. The castle looked old and decayed from the outside. The stones looked cracked and weathered, but at the same time, seemed to call out to Harry telling him that I will contiune.

Harry took a look at the passing grounds as Hagrid led them into the keep. Hary contiuned walking behind Hagrid as he walked into the castle's enterance. The heavy wooden doors creaked as a flood of warmth came from within.

The two walked through the hallways of the castle. Hagrid, Harry could tell, was leading him somewhere. Passing him were armors of days gone by, as well as portraits that moved and whispered as the two walked further into the castle's halls.

When Hagrid reached a gargoyle, he stopped. The gargoyle moved when Hagrid told him, "Hershey's with Almonds," but did not enter the passage way that opened up.

"'arry, Dumbledore wants to talk to yah, alone," the giant told the boy. He turned and took Harry's bags with him.

The gargoyle looked at Harry ackwardly, as if waiting for him to enter. He did, slowly. The passage way opened up to a stairway, but as Harry stepped onto it, he felt all the stairs lurch, and jumped back. He realized that the stairs posed no threat, and got back onto the moving staircase. It revolved it's way up, and stopped when it reached a door. On the wooden door, there was only a gold knocker, in the shape of a bird that had wings spead out and rising into the air.

Before Harry could knock, the door opened up. As it opened, Harry walked into the room. Harry's eyes adjusted to the light, and noticed the room he walked into was a office. Various trinkets lined the walls, of any color imanginable, and shapes that baffled Harry's imagination.

As he looked around the room, he saw the large desk in the center of the round room. Behind stood a man with half moon spectales, and looked oddly familiar.

"You're the man from the picture." Harry realized out loud.

"I must admit, I have alot alot of pictures taken, young Harry. What picture do you speak of?" The man said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"It's not that important. You are Dumbledore, correct?" Harry didn't feel like describing the picture and fall off subject with the man so soon.

"Straight to business, I see. Well, " Dumbledore paused, "I am the Headmaster of this school. We teach yound wizards and witches to use magic, and, "he pasused for another second, seeming to choose the words he wanted to say, " Your parents were two of the finest magic users ever to grace the halls of this school."

"My parents? Did you know them?" Harry was hopeful to learn why he had never grown up with his family.

"Know, why, yes, I did." The man's eyes became unfocused, as if remembering times long gone. "I think it's important you know why you have the scar, Harry...

A long time ago, before you were born, there was a powerful wizard. He came here, and was perhaps the greastest student I've seen. But he became drunk with power, he lost his humanity. He started dark rituals that made him more powerful, less human. He attacked the community, very few people stood up aganist him. Your parents did."

"Is that why they're dead?" Harry spoke softly.

"Yes, but it's more complex then that, but you will have to wait till you're ready to hear that. Where was I? Oh yes...

Since you're parents stood up aganist Voldemort, they had to go into hiding. They had you, then they were betrayed by a friend. Voldemort came and killed them."

"Is that everything?" Harry interupted.

"Not quite. Although they died, you lived. The same night Voldemort disappeared. You also gained a scar on your forehead, a curse scar. I was able to hide you away from our world, since it wouldn't be safe for the boy who lived to be out in the open. I am sure you can understand that..."

Harry only nodded a answer back.

"Forgive my weak explanation... I'm sure you'll find out that there's more to it, but let's save that for another time. Now school will start within a week, but I don't see a point in you leaving, with no family to take care of you. Thankfully, I had a guest cancel our appointment at last minute, so there's a guest quarters that's ready. Hagrid will show you the way."

Harry had one thing on his mind, "Headmaster, so I have absolutaley no family?"

"Well, " the headmaster again seemed to choose what he was going to say, "you do, but with the rise of Voldemort, I could not keep in contact with them, and they disappeared. But I assure you, it is no great loss." With a wave the Headmaster gave, Harry understood it to be the signal to leave. "Please feel free to use the grounds."

Sure enough, at the bottom of the stairs was Hagrid.

"Ah. 'ary, seems you're a celebrity already." The giant handed him overa newspaper, and the thin stack of papers seemed devoted to him, entirely. Harry flipped through the newspaper, noting everything, to the story about his parents school days to the time they were betrayed by Sirius Black. He hadn't read much when the got to the guest quarters. He stopped reading the paper, and looked at the room he entered. It was not much different then the room at the inn.

The things he bought were already waiting for him at the foot of his bed. He paid them no attention, instead reading the paper. He spent his time reading the entire paper, and learned everything he could. There was but a single picture of his parents together, and he carefully ripped it out. The rest of the paper was mostly speculation. Harry was surpised to learn thatmost of the people thought he was dead, since the Ministry was not able to find him.

He fell asleep without any dreams.

When he awoke, Harry felt the need to walk, to at least get a feel for the castle. He took his wand after slipping into a school robe. He left the majority of his things alone, planning to sort them later.

As Harry walked, he mapped out the place in his mind. He was careful to remember where the guest room was, but soon enough found out that the school was simple enough once you got the hang of it. He couldn't recall where everything was, but knew at least the general direction of the major places, like the Entrance hall or Feasting Hall.

Harry took a while to find his room again. Although he remembered where it was, he had no idea how to get there. When he did get there, he decided it would be best to practice. For the first time since he left his village, Harry looked at the swords from Edo Castle. Years of training had been good to Harry, he out skilled most of the children he knew, most of them being older then he is. He learned how to appreciate workmanship in his materials.

The katana he held in his hands was not perfectly balanced, as one would expect. It was heavy in the blade, but not overly so. It was still light in his hands, but the sword came down much faster then a balanced sword would. As Harry examined the blade, he noticed many scratches, not shallow, but deep in the blade. Harry realized instantly that these blades had been used before.

He took a slah at an invisable oppenent. The graceful arc the sword made so entranced Harry, he had not noticed he contiuned contuing down invisable oppenents. Although he would of preferred some human opposition, he felt with every cut of the sword another shadow fell. More invloved he got with his attacks, more of his stregnth he put behind every cut. The shadows became more dangerous, more numerous.

Harry starded feeling the strain of slashing for the better part of an hour. Soon, every cut became desperate. The shadows Hary created started becoming more life like. His imagination gave them a personility. One was careful, another went head-long into attacks. As he dismembered one, another would appear. He felt as if the shadows were almost real. He was all over the room, sweat lining the path Harry took around the room. He imagined parrying their attacks. Soon, he found himself charging one. It jumped back as Harry would do in such an attack. Harry had not stoped though, He leapt into the air, and cut the shadow into two.

As he did, the sword stopped when he cut through his oppenent. He couldn't pull it out of the shadow, and it dissapated. Harry realized he partialy cut hrough the bed and found it had been stuck in the wooden box at the foot of his bed. He stood up, and laughed. He didn't hear the pop.

"Dinner is ready..."

Harry jumped and turned around to face the voice.

"Oh! Weddy scared young one. Weddy bad..." She started tearing up.

"No, no, I was just startled. Dinner you say?" Harry tried not to start the creature crying.

"Yes, young one." Harry found it hard not to noticethe reature looking at the sword in the box. "It will be brought up to you. Does young master use big knives?" The creature said as it pointed one of it's long figures to Harrey's sword. "Master of Slytherin uses big knives too...But he come tomorrow..."

"Thank you, I guess" Harry said, thinking of who this master was.

When the small, big-headed creature left with another pop, a platter appeared on the bed. On it appeared Harry's favorite food, fried fish over rice. There was also a rice cake, which Harry also promptly enjoyed.

He had not eaten much since he left the village.

After his lonely dinner, Harry pulled the sword from the box and resheathed it. He didn't notice the piece of paper that had fell from handle as he did, instead going to sleep.

Author's Note: Well, his is the part where I'll answer any questions you guys have

How trustworthy is Dumbledore?

Oh, Dumbledore is very trustworthy, just like the books.

Master of Slytherin? Swords?

Well, I assume I'm going to make master of Slytherin Snape, but I make no promises, I might make it Draco. And not Eastern style swords, like Harry knows, but European fencing.

Well, I worte this after reading Half-Blood Prince. Quite hard, conidering it was four in the mourning. I must admit, Rowling has balls for what she did. Any readers of HBP will now what I mean. Happy readings.