A/N: Here's another chapter! Sorry for making you wait so long for it! Enjoy!
Ch. 6.
Harry walked into the ballroom, Schutz following him. In the centre of the huge room was a tall man with a thin black moustache and thinning black hair. His dark eyes glittered when he saw Harry stood on the balcony. He bent his large, muscled body forwards into a bow.
"Your Highness!" he barked in a deep voice. "I am honoured to meet and serve you, as I do the rest of your great family."
Harry nodded and descended the stairs.
"Thank you, sir," he replied, slightly intimidated in the shadow of the general. "I am glad to be taught by you."
"Thank you, sir," the general said, beaming. "We should make a start on your training now. We're going to start by manipulating fire. Now, don't worry if you don't get the hang of it straight away, some do find it hard."
So they set to work. Schutz stood in the corner, watching silently. The general provided a candle, and lit it with the power of his mind. Then he told Harry how to manipulate the flame.
"What you need to do, Your Highness, is send out the energy inside of you, and direct it towards the flame," he explained. "Once you can feel the energy, use your magic, your energy, to make the flame move the way you want it to."
Harry closed his eyes, and sent out his magic. He pushed it gently towards the candle, and instantly got the impression of energy. It felt warm, and soothing, and Harry caressed it with his power. Then, opening his eyes, he kept a hold on the energy within the fire and pulled it upwards, shaping it into a ball.
In the corner, Schutz gasped, and the general beamed.
"Well, Your Highness!" he boomed. "You clearly are your mothers' son! I've never seen anyone but her manipulate fire on their first attempt! You have definitely inherited her vast power!"
Harry was pleased with the compliment, and set about the next few tasks set out for him. The morning passed quickly, and Harry soon found himself encased in his grandfather's study, learning about etiquette, and the customs and traditions of the Dragon Flame.
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In less than three weeks, Harry had managed to manipulate fire in any number of ways, and the skills learned with that allowed him to manipulate the other three elements, too. He had also learned to conjure fire, and travel by it. This was the one task he'd struggled with, and as he became more and more frustrated with it, he had accidentally discovered his high power.
/FLASHBACK/
Harry tried again. He conjured fire and wrapped it around his body like a whirlwind. Then, concentrating hard, he attempted to split his body into particles and push them into the fire to be transported. However, with his mind focused on this, the fire extinguished.
"Nearly, Your Highness, nearly," the general soothed.
"But I still can't do it!" Harry yelled. He'd been trying for nearly four days and he still couldn't do it. "It's not fair!"
Over in the corner, a vase fell off a table. The three occupants of the room looked over at it, but no-one was there.
Schutz spotted Harry rubbing his temple.
"What's wrong sir?" he asked.
Harry looked up in a daze.
"It was like a spark of electricity in my head, and then the vase fell," he explained.
The general laughed.
"Well, at least we know what your high power is!" he chuckled. "You're telekinetic!"
"Wow," Harry whispered.
/END FLASHBACK/
It was soon after that that Harry had managed to travel by fire, and he'd gone to work on mastering his telekinesis. He could now use it when he wanted to, though the spark in his head wasn't all that pleasant. Though, despite his control, it still caused a few problems when he got over-emotional.
The young prince had also read all the books in the palace library on traditions, politics and the Dragon Flame, and was as knowledgeable as if he'd been brought up in the palace.
He knocked on the study door. He was almost sad, he would be returning to Hogwarts next week, and he would miss his grandfather. The doors opened, and Harry walked inside.
"You wanted to see me, Grandad?" he asked, sitting in his usual chair next to the desk.
"Yes," Anblick put his quill down. "Harry, you are aware that in Dragon Flame tradition, the heir to the throne formally accepts their title after their sixteenth birthday?"
Harry nodded.
"Well, obviously, you have had to be taught the ways of the Dragon Flame," Anblick continued. "So there are special circumstances surrounding you. Now, there is another heir, my nephew's son. However, I would like you to become crown prince. It is your decision, though."
Harry thought about it, but realised that for the past few weeks, he'd thought about his future in terms of kingship. He smiled as he realised that he'd already made the decision he'd been dreading.
"Of course I want to inherit the throne!" he answered.
Anblick nodded, "you will make a great ruler. Just like your mother would have. Very well, I shall arrange everything for Friday. You will be formally crowned prince in a ceremony, followed by a ball on Friday night. That will be your chance to meet the rest of the family and the nobles.
"On Saturday, you shall meet the people. I shall arrange a procession for your welcome home."
Harry nodded, but a thought rose in his mind.
"Grandad, I still haven't spoken to my friends, and, well…"
"You are worried that they will not take the news of your station well if they find out with the rest of the students next Tuesday," Anblick finished for him.
Harry blushed, "Yes, well, Hermione would understand after a while, but Ron would be very upset."
"You'd better get writing then!" Anblick smiled. "Invite them! They can arrive on Thursday afternoon, and stay over until Sunday morning. On Thursday, you can talk to them, and then they can come to the ball, and take part in the procession!"
"Thank you, Grandad!" Harry cried, grinning.
He was dismissed, and practically ran to his room, to write to his friends.
A/N: Well, here we go! Another chapter! Still haven't got my pc back, but Dad gets home tonight, so I'll hopefully get it then! Hope you enjoyed this! Please review!
Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter!
Love,
Len.