Chapter 11: Hermione's Secret
Harry made a swirling motion of his body with his hands outstretched at an angle and his right knee bent. He was practicing a style o f martial arts that relied on cutting off your opponents magical flow (A/N: Yes, Gentle Fist, but the Magic version XD) This form of fighting was deemed muggle and savage, but once he had read that wizards and witches of Japan fought the muggle way when they could no longer rely on their wand or save their wand for a later time. HE thrust out his palm releasing a magical burst in his fingertips which glowed slightly. According to a book he once read, this particular style of fighting hadn't been used in almost two hundred years...well I guess it hasn't even been created yet. Harry thought as he punched the air several times before doing a under leg sweep. A few of the younger children watched with fascination as Harry performed his morning ritual. In secret he had even been developing a super strong technique working with magic in its purest and rawest form. (A/N 2: Try to guess which of Hinata's techniques I'm giving him ^^) Harry relaxed his body from its routine and left the rock he had been practicing on to get a drink of water from the Thundering Falls, there he found his friends playing Swimmer Splasher, a game exactly the same as Marco Polo from his time. He bent down and cupped some water in his hands before bringing it up to his lips and drinking. The water in this time was fresh, clean and pure, unlike his time where a lot of it had chemicals and such in it. He was suddenly splashed with water, he looked and saw Shorty grinning at him as he splashed him again. Harry laughed and splashed back at the longneck and joined his friends in the water.
At Hogwarts...
Hermione tied the ribbon to her hair, she had been wearing this ribbon as long as she could remember. It was pink. She felt a special connection to the color, once when she was little she dreamed about a pink triceratops and a little baby purple one. She had always wondered why she would dream of a pink triceratops...Her adopted parents had found her on their doorstep one evening and Had decided to keep her. It was quite a shock to discover the odd things she could do where magic. But she was very excited about the prospect that magic was real. She looked in an old wizarding Geanology book but to her dismay no wizarding families where missing a baby girl. When Harry disappeared she had her pink triceratops dream again. Tria she thought her name was. She was very small compared to the pink dinosaur and the triceratops would lean down and nuzzle her. What does it mean? She wondered.
To Be Continued...
Guess which of Hinata's techniques I'm giving Harry and you get a cookie! Here's a hint! We don't see it till the Shippuden storyline!
I've made Hermione Tria's daughter!
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