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HEY GUYS, I AM SO SORRY…I HAD TO STUDY FOR MY FINALS FOR SUMMER, SO I DID NOT HAVE TIME TO WRITE THE FOURTH CHAPTER. I HOPE YOU FORGIVE ME AND I HOPE I DID NOT LOSE ANY FANS. THANKS FOR THE GREAT REVIEWS AGAIN, BUT I HAD A QUESTION FOR ALL OF YOU. SINCE I HAVE BEEN WRITING THIS FIC, I HAVE BEEN CAUGHT IN WRITERS BLOCK, SO IF ANY OF YOU HAVE A IDEA OR SOMETHING YOU WANT TO HELP PUT INTO THIS FIC EMAIL ME AT smv@hawaii.rr.com. THIS WILL HELP ME FILL IN THE GAPS OF THE MAIN STORY.

CHAPTER 4

The Master

"Master, Master! We have arrived" yelled the servant, opening the carriage door.

The Master stood out and studied his surroundings. "Are you sure this is the place?"

"I'm pretty sure Master" he said cautiously as he studied the map again. "I deciphered the runes on this map and correlated them with runes of the book and I was able to find the coordinates and…"

"Stop you babblings and all of you move out of the way!" he ordered. With this, the hooded group parted and allowed their master through. The master studied the rock carefully looking for a way in. "And how am I supposed to move this boulder?"

"Well, I don't know…"

"The book fool, use the book!"

With this the servant ran his eyes through the pages of the book, desperately trying to find an answer. "Here Master, I found it" said the servant joyfully.

"Give it here" yelled the master as he swiped the book away from his servant. He ran his eyes down the page and placed his hand onto the rock. He carefully read the incantation and magically the rock started o move slowly from its place.

"Yes, YES!" yelled the master. "The knowledge that this cave contains will be at my disposal. No one will be able to stand against me, especially that muggle-loving baboon and that foolish boy will no longer be able to hide from me again. The Wizarding World shall now bow down to me."

"Yes Master, you would finally be the most powerful wizard in the world." Said the servant.

"What? You doubt my strength now? Crucio!" yelled the master.

The terrifying screams echoed throughout the forest. "Is there anyone else you doubt me?" He stared at his other followers, looking for signs of weakness from them.

"No…Master…Please…" screamed the servant.

"As you wish my pawn, you have done well again by finding the location of this place, but your foolish babbling will get you into trouble."

"Sorry Master" said the servant as he groveled to his master's feet. "I am eternally your servant"

"Do you see this?" he pointed his wand in the direction of followers, "All of you should have the same, unrelenting loyalty as he does. If anyone gets out of line, they shall suffer the same fate I have prepared for THAT traitor!"

"Thank you Master, Thank you" said the servant.

With a swift kick to the mid-section, the servant cringed in pain. "Get up already! You're making a fool out of your self." Then hastily turned towards the cave and watched the boulder move completely from its plalce, exposing the cave that lied behind it. Unexpectedly, a brilliant green light flashed out of the cave, illuminating the forest with a sickly glow, blinding the master and his followers.

"WHAT THE…" Finally, the master's vision cleared and exposed a green robed figure, emerging from the cave.

"AHHH, finally I am able to walk amongst the living. So many years of imprisonment, I am surprised that I haven't gone mad myself." The robed figure stretched his arms out, looking to the sky and brought his attention towards the people who stood before him. He then removed his hood to reveal his face.

"YOU!" screamed the master. "I thought you were…DEAD?!"

"Dead? Then how could I be standing here before you?" He raised his nose in the air pompously. "I must assume that since you are here, you know who I am and the power that I wielded…"

"But…I…thought…" for the first time in his life, the master was at loss for words. The figure that stands before him cannot be the person he claims to be.

"You assumed that, with the power I have, that I could be easily defeated?" Anger started to fill his voice and with a simple wave of his hand, each and everyone of the master's followers including himself, cringed in pain. Arms and legs contorted unnaturally, the screaming reverberated across the whole forest, and pain upon pain filled everyone's body. "You are just like the rest of them, assuming obvious. I am evil personified, their only hope was to contain me." With a simple wave of hand, the forest turned dead silent.

"But the book…the book said…" muttered the master.

"Ah, the book" and with another wave of his hand, the book flew into his hands. "Yes, I was fooled, just like you, hoping to find what I so sought fully desired, and the unending thirst for knowledge. Damn that fool, I will not let him get the better of me again." He looked at his surroundings, the trees in the forest and the constellation of stars. "What year is this? So much has changed" he questioned the groveling servant.

"1995" he mumbled.

"Has it been that long? Stab his eye!" He started to pace around, concentrating on his next plan of action. "He should be alive, which still gives me the change to obtain the power. I still can take my revenge!" the green robed figure screamed to the heavens. "But I will need to help." The figure paced back and forth, talking to himself not even bothering with the half-dozen hooded figures who started to situated themselves to their feet.

"Surely my forces have all been destroyed after my presumed death, and those that remain are only offspring. I don't think I can trust them as I did their ancestors." He finally looked at the master, who had gathered enough energy to stand. "You" he pointed at the master, "Whom do you follow?"

"Surely my forces have all been destroyed after my presumed death, and those that remain are only offspring. I don't think I can trust them as I did their ancestors." He finally looked at the master, who had gathered enough energy to stand. "You" he pointed at the master, "Whom do you follow?"

The master drew out his wand and yelled, "I follow no one," and was sent falling to the ground once again, with a simple wave of the green-wizard's hand.

"You do now" said the green-wizard "Now I will ask you the question again, whom do you follow?"

"You Master" said the shambled body as it lay on the forest floor, unable to move.

The green-wizard dropped his hand cutting of the spell and continued to stare at hooded figures that surrounded him. "Who are you?"

No one dared to speak, some of them moved backed cautiously. "I said WHO ARE YOU?"

"We are the Death Eater" said one of the hooded figures.

"And you follow the survivor, do you not?" asked the green-wizard as he surveyed the people that stood before him.

"Yes"

"The fittest and strongest of our species?"

"Yes"

"Who has bested your master?" pointing toward the unconscious heap that lay before him.

"You have" they answered in unison.

"Whom do you follow?"

"We follow you" As they bowed before their new master which planted a wide grin on the green-wizards face.

******

"TAP, TAP, TAP"

Harry opened his eyes in disgust. Like many nights before he would wake up sweaty and short of breath. He failed to see the face of the girl in his dreams again. Why can't I just find who that girl is? DAMN

"TAP"

Harry looked where the noise was coming from. The window. He turned to see a tawny owl hovering right outside his window. Getting out of his bed he noticed his boxers a little damp. What the Hell?! Don't tell me I took a piss in my bed, Aunt Petunia is going to kill me. Harry went to check his bed sheets but to his surprise they were dry. That's weird, I...

"TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP"

"All right already, hold your horses." He quickly changed his boxers and ran to open the window, hoping that Uncle Vernon wouldn't wake up. He noticed the writing on the letter, it was from his godfather.

Harry,

How are you? I am sorry I couldn't write to you any sooner, but since I have been sent on a mission. I've been very BUSY. There has been so much activity recently and "THEY" have been gathering their forces quietly, which is unusual for them. I can't go into detail and I hate leaving you in the dark but there is a possibility that this letter might get intercepted. Keep an eye out for me, I will stop by later in the week.

Snuffles

P.S. I know that you've been through a lot last term, but remember it wasn't your fault. You are one of the two bravest men I know and the second was your father. I consider myself lucky to be called your Godfather.

What is Sirius doing spying and chasing after Death Eaters, when he himself is wanted by the Ministry. All Harry could do was stare at the letter, hoping his godfather will stay out of trouble. Harry looked out his window to see the sun was about to rise, so he decided fix breakfast and get working on the Garden.

Today was Sunday, so he was stuck at Privet Drive because there were no classes and he didn't have to work. Working on Aunt Petunia's garden was a lot easier that working and training. Sifu Chow started his sparring training, which was exhausting. His mind and body were tired from the constant battles it was put through. A usual day of training, started off with meditation and after that, his whole day changed with grueling exercises. One of the exercises he dreaded involved him sitting on the concrete floor and holding himself up with his knuckles for ten minutes. Sifu Chow said that by doing this exercise, it will kill the nerves in his knuckles and make punching less painful. He noticed that when he practiced on the punching bag, it was less painful, but he was not sure if it was his from the dead nerves or if his hand was just too numb from the exercise. Another exercise that baffled Harry was thrusting his fingers into hot sand. The idea was to kill nerves in his finger tips but it was also supposed to help him with his hand quickness.

While pulling the weeds from the ground, he caught a glimpse of the battle marks from his last practice. Black and blue spots traveled across his entire leg and forearm. Some of them were the size of his fist. The constant banging of shins and forearms with John formed huge welts making his leg look like an apple that has been dropped too many times. Damn, I wish I had my wand or Madam Pomprey. I would be okay in just a matter of minutes. For an inexperience fighter, Harry's shins and forearms were no match for John's. The exercise entailed, hitting John's shin with his. The first time he did this, he was only able to hit John's leg five times. John's shin felt like petrified oak and destroyed any feeling that was left in Harry's leg. He spent following nights freezing from the ice that wrapped around his leg. Taking another good look at his legs, I really miss my wand. I don't even know why they have that stupid law. What will happen if a Death Eater apparated, right in front of me? What about the muggle-borns like Hermione, they can't fend for themselves and they are the ones at risk, I wonder how their doing right now, I still did not receive a letter from both of them. After I finished with the garden, I should send them a letter.

The only good thing that was happening at practice was Cho, who decided to take up her training again. They would spar together, which Harry usually lost. The last time they sparred, he was able to go a full three rounds and avoided getting knocked out but still got his arse kicked. After practice, she usually helped at the fish market and during their break; John and Cho would tell him about the tournaments they were in. Cho mentioned how John was the reigning champion for three years straight in kick boxing tournaments while Cho was the youngest forms champion that they ever had in their region.

She never mentioned anything dealing with Cedric, but he understood that both of them lost a lot when he passed away and she needs some time before she can talk feely about Cedric. Just by looking at her eyes, which seemed distant half the time, he was able to tell that she was deeply hurt. Were they really that close? he thought. His feelings of infatuation that existed during his third and fourth year were long gone and were replaced by a brotherly conviction that he held for Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. The feeling only brought upon by sharing a life or death experience or having to deal with a death of a friend. He promised to himself that he would protect all of them from being hurt, they were his brother and sisters now and he sacrifice himself before any harm come to them.

****

It has been five days since he witness the incident at the gym. From the same ordinary wooden bench he always sat on, he was fortunate enough to get the perfect view of the fight. Just the thought of seeing the raven hair boy getting his arse kick by an short haired Chinese girl brought a smile to his face. Never in his life had he seen an arse whooping dished out by a little girl. Don't get me wrong, I know women are "independent" now, but their just "WOMEN." Back in my days, the women were only good for cleaning and cooking, now days their getting jobs and making their own money but who is going to stay home and take care of the children or fix dinner. Man, times have changed the old man thought to himself. There was a significant difference from the raven-haired boy after that day. The old man notice that the raven-hair boy walk differently since the fight and it wasn't because the boy's body was beaten up from the constant training, but he showed an increase amount of confidence that radiated throughout his body, like a hundred pounds was lifted off his shoulders. It must have been that Chinese girl's doing, I wonder who she is, an ex-girlfriend maybe. He shook that thought out of his mind and concentrated on the task at hand. He witness the boy's power had increased after each lesson. But would he be able to control it? There are many demons that trapped in his head he thought. He looked up into the night sky and gazed at the stars above. It is happening already, he has been released. I must give it to the boy. It doesn't matter if his ready or not, time is of the essence…

(A/N: Sorry about the "wet boxers" thing, I had mean writers block and I did not know what to put in here so…hope no one gets offended and stops reading. Just remember that every teen goes through it, one time or another)

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