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HermoineGreen: Wanna pre-read/co-write?
I don't own HP and if I did I would not be in the army
Well Chapter 2 wasn't so hard after getting chapter 1 out of the way. Hopefully I'll be able to run through this one more time and add more too it. Detail and description wise. Still confused about the direction I'm going, but I hope that it'll become a trend of knowing more as I go along. A lot of times when I can't really be descriptive, or there is no need to, there'll be A LOT of dialogue. This chap is an example. Very few scenes, but a lot needed to be told. Hopefully this wont be so bad. Here it is.
The Legacy Of the Pendragon
Chapter 2- What's going on? (beta)
"Oy! You alright there sonny?"
Slowly and painfully Harry sat up. He cracked his eyes open and the soft light of flickering candles embraced him. He looked around to find himself on the floor of a dusty stone hut, much like Hagrid's. His eyes met the voice he had heard and found a young man hunched over adjusting his glasses to get a better look at him.
He rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses and it suddenly surprised him that despite having never been inside this hut, he knew where they were. A sixth sense he supposed.
"Yeah, yeah I think so. Where- who are you?"
"The names Donovan Bailey. Friends call me Donny."
"Pleased to meet you Donny, I'm-"
"Whoa there, I said friends call me Donny. I didn't say you could."
Harry looked at the man stiffly. He had seemed so kind just moments before and here was this dark look about him, the candles giving him an eerie glow as he winced his eyes at him before suddenly sitting up and doubled over laughing.
"Gotcha! Oh boy! You shoulda seen the look on your face, uh-" He tried to speak his name only to remember never learning it.
"Harry Potter sir."
"Harry eh? Well you shoulda seen yourself, looking all like deer in headlights ya know? Like I was gonna gut ya somethin'. Whooo.Yeah that was- "
Donovan stiffened again and eyed Harry this time looking at him like he was under a microscope. Like so many before he brushed away a lock of hair from his forehead revelaing his trademark scar. Donovan lightly gasped and sat up.
"Didja say Potter? You did say Potter right?"
Harry's eyes widened and he cracked a smile. At least it wasn't some muggle hermit he'd come across.
"Are you a wizard?" Harry asked.
"Me? A wizard? Hmm.difficult question. But I do know you are and quite a talented one from what Hagrid says."
"You know Hagrid?" Harry sat up and swung his legs over the bed and followed Donny to the table.
"O' course I know 'em. Talks about you whenever I see 'em. Always up to no good and saving the world and all. Knew Rubeus from way back when. We used to tear the pubs to pieces drinking and makin' all sorts of trouble. Well me mostly and Hagrid jus' tryin' to sing and all."
Harry laughed trying to picture Hagrid singing in the Leaky Cauldron with his booming voice. He eagerly accepted the tea poured in front of him from a simple cast iron tea pot. It looked like coffee but was sweet and warmed him all over.
"Um, before anything else can I ask you what happened? Where am I? How did you find me?"
Donny sat down in front of him with a serious look in his eyes. He held his cup with both hands and stared at its ripples before looking at Harry again.
"Well you popped up out of nowhere. I was sleeping actually and you just apparated on my floor. Been out for the better part of the hour. It's strange to me that you ended up here."
"Why is that? I mean I'm not even licensed to apparate, much less know how to do it. I imagine I ended up here by chance."
"Not likely. Even for a guy like me, who's supposed to be here, I have trouble getting in. Before you asked if I was a wizard, and I didn't give you an answer. Well its yes and no. I have magic in my veins. And if I attended a school yes I would be a wizard."
"You didn't go to school?"
"Not like Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, no. I was apprenticed to an Everknight."
"A what?"
"An Everknight. A sort of wizarding military/knighthood. We use magic to fight but we merge it with muggle things. We're pretty much muggles who use magic. I mean we use magic but only when we fight or on duty. Other than that were like muggles and live like them. Good thing too. Don' think wizard punk or Playstation Wizard 'll come out anytime soon. But yeah as an Everknight family, we learn to fight from the womb. Not the most desirable job so you don't hear about us much and normally it's a family thing. My father was an Everknight and his father before him. So anyway, on with the explanation.
If Auror's are like the police, then the Everknights are the Army. Well the UK's wizard army. Quite amazing really how our military and muggle military are similar. Especially the Americans. Keep the same unit names and all that junk. Like Rangers and stuff. Us? We Brits like to keep it simple Everknight or knight. Knights are regulars and Everknights are elite.You could say I'm in the wizard SAS."
Donovan leaned back into his chair and feigned looking smug.
"We have a grasp of basic skills you learn, but we know something's you'll never learn. Among those things are the forms of protection on this place. Even many wizards don't know this place exists, or can't even see it. It's not likely that you could apparate here by will since you'd have no prior knowledge of it. Our own area 51."
"Ok I think I get it." Harry nodded, much of it making sense. And the parts the didn't, didn't surprise him since he still had a lot to learn about the wizard world. He had learned to not be surprised by anything he once saw as outlandish or unordinary.
"That.that and it's a homing point."
"Homing point? For what?"
"Dunno. Top secret. Need to know stuff. A few years ago a James Potter burst in here on my uncle while he was making soup. Made a mess he did. But yeah, I think he was your dad or something."
Harry nodded smiling and wondering what his dad did to end up here. He'd have to ask Lupin on that one and made a mental note to once he saw him.
"But you gotta be something to be able to come in here. You Potters and Longbottoms got somethin' about cha'. "
"Longbottom? As in Neville?"
"You know him? Popped in here last year on me and popped back out when he saw me. Not before makin' a mess of himself. A few other people apparate randomly, but your two families more often than not round these times."
He shrugged and moved over to the long couch and lay down. His clothes seemed to blend in with the couch and Harry could barely make out his outline when he wasn't moving.
"Who knows. Crazier stuff has happened before and there's no sense in bustin' a brain vein over it. Get some rest Harry and we'll figure it all in the morning ok?"
Donny rolled over with his back to Harry already sounding quite asleep. Harry himself made his way to the bed and tried not to think about all he had just heard.
"Best to sleep on it Harry." He told himself and closed his eyes. From the sound of waves on rocks knew he was by the sea. No where near London or Surrey. And he couldn't place Donny's accent, Irish perhaps, but also American. He tried to take in what he had just learned but soon enough the sounds of the sea lulled Harry to sleep leaving him to dreams and nightmares.
***
"Up and at em' young mast-Uh, Potter. Come on Harry." Harry could barely hear Donny's voice, but that and some shoving helped him roll out of bed. He put his glasses on and was met with the sight of a large breakfast in Great Hall fashion. He rushed over realizing how hungry he was.
"We got a long day ahead of us Harry so load up."
"Hmm?" Harry looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.
"Well we gotta get you back home don't we?" Donovan smiled with eggs falling from his mouth.
"Um, yes but floo powder or portkeys don't take that long." Donovan only smiled.
"Are we no using floo powder or portkeys?" Harry wondered what other kind of wizard transportation existed.
"Well I don't have any floo powder, and I don't know how to make a portkey. Kind of a moot point now isn't it? Besides this trip's gotta take the better part of your holiday now doesn't it?"
Harry nearly choked on his food in surprise. He had expected to return to Privet Drive and remain under his torturous Aunt Marge but within the safety of the blood wards. And now for the first time, he was spending a summer away, with a stranger no less, but he was away and that was all that mattered.
"Whaddya mean?" He forced his food down with a smiled.
"Here. This'll explain."
Donny handed Harry a small rolled parchment, with the broken wax seal of Hogwarts and a smaller symbol he didn't recognize.
"Captain Donovan Bailey,
My regards and compliments to you. Now with that out of the way, how are you friend? As I understand Mr. Potter is now in your care. Congratulations, or my sympathy depending on how you look at it. You know what is expected of you. You are now his guardian until you reach the Burrow and the Weasley's. You know how important he is and your task.
Harry,
Captain Donovan is a good friend of mine. I guess you could say he will be your tutor of sorts. But do not think of him as a teacher. Think of him as your friend, a very old and loyal friend. Empty yourself and absorb what he tells you.
Good Luck to both of you,
AD"
"Dumbledore?"
Donovan nodded. Slinging a sack over his shoulder.
"Well come on then. Best get moving."
***
As normal as it was, it was odd. Mounting a horse and all. Something so simple yet odd considering his position. Harry found himself clothed in a long coat, much like American cowboy's minus the hat. Donovan was dressed very much the same but his horse was much larger with hooves the size of his head, stomping massive horseshoe prints into the ground. He had very little in way of supplies but what stood out was a large sword strapped to the side.
"Pretty cool huh? Ever play videogames?" He tapped the hilt a few times and smoothed his hand across it's broadside.
Harry nodded his head gripping his reins tightly despite the slow pace.
"Too bad. I like these role playing games and one of 'em has this guy carrying a huge sword and he swings it around like nothing. So I says to myself, "I want one like it." And here it is. Big as a tree, light as a feather.Whoa, you okay there Harry?"
Harry slipped left and right on the horse that seemed to be oblivious to its rider only content to keep pace with Donovan's horse.
"I've never ridden a horse before."
Harry's horse lightly bucked, just enough to rattle Harry.
"Well neither have I."
Again Harry was confused. Even wizards called cats cats and dogs dogs. So what was this he was riding?
"Oh come on Harry. Don't act like it's odd. You've seen thestrals right? You don't call those horses do you?"
"Well no, but those are different.only people who've seen death can see them."
"But they still look like horses, but they aren't. Same family, yes, but different. Just as these are. It shouldn't be so odd that you're not riding a horse. You're riding a Pegas. "
"A Pegas?"
"Yep. You know like Pegasus, without the wings. Well they used to have wings a long time ago, but no one knows why they don't now. Don't like to fly much anyway. That and they are really smart. They understand our language too, dontcha boy?"
The massive stallion nodded its head and turned to Harry and winked, which almost made him fall off.
"That's a new one you're riding. Fresh from school and eager to ride. Though I hear she's quite emotional and rash."
Harry's stallion snorted and held it head up and trotted forward of Donovan's horse.
"Whoa girl come on slow down." Harry tugged lightly on the reins and she complied.
"So what are you gonna name her?"
"Name her? Me? I dunno."
"Well she's yours so she may as well be named by you shouldn't she? That's where it starts. Once you name her your bond will become that of the most trusted friends. I'm gonna ride ahead, you come up with a name in the mean time."
Donovan galloped ahead around a bed in the woods and out of sight. Harry laid his head on the soft mane of his pegas. He very own pegas who needed a name. He ran his hand down her neck and closed his eyes.
"What should I name you girl?" Harry wondered.
His mind wandered around trying to find an appropriate name. He looked around him for inspiration only to find.nature. He couldn't find anything that fit.
"Sorry girl. I can't think of anything good. I'd think you'd have a name once you were born. The pegas shook it's head and kept walking at a gentle gait."
Suddenly Harry had it.
"How about Lily then?"
The stallion nodded and picked up her pace.
"It was my mother's name you know. She died saving my life."
End Chap2
Well that wasn't too bad. For a beta. Again with each chapter the story seems to go in another direction. I'm just hoping I can find an ending and not ramble on plotlessly. I imagine Chap3 will be up by next week. Thx for reading
HermoineGreen: Wanna pre-read/co-write?
I don't own HP and if I did I would not be in the army
Well Chapter 2 wasn't so hard after getting chapter 1 out of the way. Hopefully I'll be able to run through this one more time and add more too it. Detail and description wise. Still confused about the direction I'm going, but I hope that it'll become a trend of knowing more as I go along. A lot of times when I can't really be descriptive, or there is no need to, there'll be A LOT of dialogue. This chap is an example. Very few scenes, but a lot needed to be told. Hopefully this wont be so bad. Here it is.
The Legacy Of the Pendragon
Chapter 2- What's going on? (beta)
"Oy! You alright there sonny?"
Slowly and painfully Harry sat up. He cracked his eyes open and the soft light of flickering candles embraced him. He looked around to find himself on the floor of a dusty stone hut, much like Hagrid's. His eyes met the voice he had heard and found a young man hunched over adjusting his glasses to get a better look at him.
He rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses and it suddenly surprised him that despite having never been inside this hut, he knew where they were. A sixth sense he supposed.
"Yeah, yeah I think so. Where- who are you?"
"The names Donovan Bailey. Friends call me Donny."
"Pleased to meet you Donny, I'm-"
"Whoa there, I said friends call me Donny. I didn't say you could."
Harry looked at the man stiffly. He had seemed so kind just moments before and here was this dark look about him, the candles giving him an eerie glow as he winced his eyes at him before suddenly sitting up and doubled over laughing.
"Gotcha! Oh boy! You shoulda seen the look on your face, uh-" He tried to speak his name only to remember never learning it.
"Harry Potter sir."
"Harry eh? Well you shoulda seen yourself, looking all like deer in headlights ya know? Like I was gonna gut ya somethin'. Whooo.Yeah that was- "
Donovan stiffened again and eyed Harry this time looking at him like he was under a microscope. Like so many before he brushed away a lock of hair from his forehead revelaing his trademark scar. Donovan lightly gasped and sat up.
"Didja say Potter? You did say Potter right?"
Harry's eyes widened and he cracked a smile. At least it wasn't some muggle hermit he'd come across.
"Are you a wizard?" Harry asked.
"Me? A wizard? Hmm.difficult question. But I do know you are and quite a talented one from what Hagrid says."
"You know Hagrid?" Harry sat up and swung his legs over the bed and followed Donny to the table.
"O' course I know 'em. Talks about you whenever I see 'em. Always up to no good and saving the world and all. Knew Rubeus from way back when. We used to tear the pubs to pieces drinking and makin' all sorts of trouble. Well me mostly and Hagrid jus' tryin' to sing and all."
Harry laughed trying to picture Hagrid singing in the Leaky Cauldron with his booming voice. He eagerly accepted the tea poured in front of him from a simple cast iron tea pot. It looked like coffee but was sweet and warmed him all over.
"Um, before anything else can I ask you what happened? Where am I? How did you find me?"
Donny sat down in front of him with a serious look in his eyes. He held his cup with both hands and stared at its ripples before looking at Harry again.
"Well you popped up out of nowhere. I was sleeping actually and you just apparated on my floor. Been out for the better part of the hour. It's strange to me that you ended up here."
"Why is that? I mean I'm not even licensed to apparate, much less know how to do it. I imagine I ended up here by chance."
"Not likely. Even for a guy like me, who's supposed to be here, I have trouble getting in. Before you asked if I was a wizard, and I didn't give you an answer. Well its yes and no. I have magic in my veins. And if I attended a school yes I would be a wizard."
"You didn't go to school?"
"Not like Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, no. I was apprenticed to an Everknight."
"A what?"
"An Everknight. A sort of wizarding military/knighthood. We use magic to fight but we merge it with muggle things. We're pretty much muggles who use magic. I mean we use magic but only when we fight or on duty. Other than that were like muggles and live like them. Good thing too. Don' think wizard punk or Playstation Wizard 'll come out anytime soon. But yeah as an Everknight family, we learn to fight from the womb. Not the most desirable job so you don't hear about us much and normally it's a family thing. My father was an Everknight and his father before him. So anyway, on with the explanation.
If Auror's are like the police, then the Everknights are the Army. Well the UK's wizard army. Quite amazing really how our military and muggle military are similar. Especially the Americans. Keep the same unit names and all that junk. Like Rangers and stuff. Us? We Brits like to keep it simple Everknight or knight. Knights are regulars and Everknights are elite.You could say I'm in the wizard SAS."
Donovan leaned back into his chair and feigned looking smug.
"We have a grasp of basic skills you learn, but we know something's you'll never learn. Among those things are the forms of protection on this place. Even many wizards don't know this place exists, or can't even see it. It's not likely that you could apparate here by will since you'd have no prior knowledge of it. Our own area 51."
"Ok I think I get it." Harry nodded, much of it making sense. And the parts the didn't, didn't surprise him since he still had a lot to learn about the wizard world. He had learned to not be surprised by anything he once saw as outlandish or unordinary.
"That.that and it's a homing point."
"Homing point? For what?"
"Dunno. Top secret. Need to know stuff. A few years ago a James Potter burst in here on my uncle while he was making soup. Made a mess he did. But yeah, I think he was your dad or something."
Harry nodded smiling and wondering what his dad did to end up here. He'd have to ask Lupin on that one and made a mental note to once he saw him.
"But you gotta be something to be able to come in here. You Potters and Longbottoms got somethin' about cha'. "
"Longbottom? As in Neville?"
"You know him? Popped in here last year on me and popped back out when he saw me. Not before makin' a mess of himself. A few other people apparate randomly, but your two families more often than not round these times."
He shrugged and moved over to the long couch and lay down. His clothes seemed to blend in with the couch and Harry could barely make out his outline when he wasn't moving.
"Who knows. Crazier stuff has happened before and there's no sense in bustin' a brain vein over it. Get some rest Harry and we'll figure it all in the morning ok?"
Donny rolled over with his back to Harry already sounding quite asleep. Harry himself made his way to the bed and tried not to think about all he had just heard.
"Best to sleep on it Harry." He told himself and closed his eyes. From the sound of waves on rocks knew he was by the sea. No where near London or Surrey. And he couldn't place Donny's accent, Irish perhaps, but also American. He tried to take in what he had just learned but soon enough the sounds of the sea lulled Harry to sleep leaving him to dreams and nightmares.
***
"Up and at em' young mast-Uh, Potter. Come on Harry." Harry could barely hear Donny's voice, but that and some shoving helped him roll out of bed. He put his glasses on and was met with the sight of a large breakfast in Great Hall fashion. He rushed over realizing how hungry he was.
"We got a long day ahead of us Harry so load up."
"Hmm?" Harry looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.
"Well we gotta get you back home don't we?" Donovan smiled with eggs falling from his mouth.
"Um, yes but floo powder or portkeys don't take that long." Donovan only smiled.
"Are we no using floo powder or portkeys?" Harry wondered what other kind of wizard transportation existed.
"Well I don't have any floo powder, and I don't know how to make a portkey. Kind of a moot point now isn't it? Besides this trip's gotta take the better part of your holiday now doesn't it?"
Harry nearly choked on his food in surprise. He had expected to return to Privet Drive and remain under his torturous Aunt Marge but within the safety of the blood wards. And now for the first time, he was spending a summer away, with a stranger no less, but he was away and that was all that mattered.
"Whaddya mean?" He forced his food down with a smiled.
"Here. This'll explain."
Donny handed Harry a small rolled parchment, with the broken wax seal of Hogwarts and a smaller symbol he didn't recognize.
"Captain Donovan Bailey,
My regards and compliments to you. Now with that out of the way, how are you friend? As I understand Mr. Potter is now in your care. Congratulations, or my sympathy depending on how you look at it. You know what is expected of you. You are now his guardian until you reach the Burrow and the Weasley's. You know how important he is and your task.
Harry,
Captain Donovan is a good friend of mine. I guess you could say he will be your tutor of sorts. But do not think of him as a teacher. Think of him as your friend, a very old and loyal friend. Empty yourself and absorb what he tells you.
Good Luck to both of you,
AD"
"Dumbledore?"
Donovan nodded. Slinging a sack over his shoulder.
"Well come on then. Best get moving."
***
As normal as it was, it was odd. Mounting a horse and all. Something so simple yet odd considering his position. Harry found himself clothed in a long coat, much like American cowboy's minus the hat. Donovan was dressed very much the same but his horse was much larger with hooves the size of his head, stomping massive horseshoe prints into the ground. He had very little in way of supplies but what stood out was a large sword strapped to the side.
"Pretty cool huh? Ever play videogames?" He tapped the hilt a few times and smoothed his hand across it's broadside.
Harry nodded his head gripping his reins tightly despite the slow pace.
"Too bad. I like these role playing games and one of 'em has this guy carrying a huge sword and he swings it around like nothing. So I says to myself, "I want one like it." And here it is. Big as a tree, light as a feather.Whoa, you okay there Harry?"
Harry slipped left and right on the horse that seemed to be oblivious to its rider only content to keep pace with Donovan's horse.
"I've never ridden a horse before."
Harry's horse lightly bucked, just enough to rattle Harry.
"Well neither have I."
Again Harry was confused. Even wizards called cats cats and dogs dogs. So what was this he was riding?
"Oh come on Harry. Don't act like it's odd. You've seen thestrals right? You don't call those horses do you?"
"Well no, but those are different.only people who've seen death can see them."
"But they still look like horses, but they aren't. Same family, yes, but different. Just as these are. It shouldn't be so odd that you're not riding a horse. You're riding a Pegas. "
"A Pegas?"
"Yep. You know like Pegasus, without the wings. Well they used to have wings a long time ago, but no one knows why they don't now. Don't like to fly much anyway. That and they are really smart. They understand our language too, dontcha boy?"
The massive stallion nodded its head and turned to Harry and winked, which almost made him fall off.
"That's a new one you're riding. Fresh from school and eager to ride. Though I hear she's quite emotional and rash."
Harry's stallion snorted and held it head up and trotted forward of Donovan's horse.
"Whoa girl come on slow down." Harry tugged lightly on the reins and she complied.
"So what are you gonna name her?"
"Name her? Me? I dunno."
"Well she's yours so she may as well be named by you shouldn't she? That's where it starts. Once you name her your bond will become that of the most trusted friends. I'm gonna ride ahead, you come up with a name in the mean time."
Donovan galloped ahead around a bed in the woods and out of sight. Harry laid his head on the soft mane of his pegas. He very own pegas who needed a name. He ran his hand down her neck and closed his eyes.
"What should I name you girl?" Harry wondered.
His mind wandered around trying to find an appropriate name. He looked around him for inspiration only to find.nature. He couldn't find anything that fit.
"Sorry girl. I can't think of anything good. I'd think you'd have a name once you were born. The pegas shook it's head and kept walking at a gentle gait."
Suddenly Harry had it.
"How about Lily then?"
The stallion nodded and picked up her pace.
"It was my mother's name you know. She died saving my life."
End Chap2
Well that wasn't too bad. For a beta. Again with each chapter the story seems to go in another direction. I'm just hoping I can find an ending and not ramble on plotlessly. I imagine Chap3 will be up by next week. Thx for reading