JEBUS CRIMENY that was a lot of reviews for that chapter. Thanks guys! To
one of those who genuinely like my story, please send an anonymous bad
review to deflate my head. I really appreciate it guys. You know it took me
a while to figure out why authors posted readers names and a comments or
two for them..then I realized they were answering reviews.don't I feel
stupid. This chapter was also roughly edited. Sue me.
HermoineGreen - I won't answer about Donovan ;) But I haven't really thought about the darker aspects of the power that lay dormant in Harry.interesting ;)
LunaWolf - What parts are confusing? Drop me a line so I can straighten things out better. And no the walking on water is not a Jesus reference. It just seemed like a simple example for that skill. It's a flexible skill. Harry has to experiment to learn it's potential
Wquad - *Head inflates even more.* Thanks!
TuxedoMac - Me hide something? Noooo...
Delpiero - Me neither. We had a class in HS just on King Arthur.I never took it. But I did watch Excalibur when I was in Afghanistan. That was a trippy take on everything.
Jkreviewer - It took me a while to remember that "I won't wake her" line. I'll tell you this. She doesn't go to Hogwarts. And yeah I didn't want to give Harry some great power all of a sudden. Harry still has trouble with spells at school and he's definitely not some magical prodigy. I personally want to see Harry fail miserably at something even though he's already humble ( though it wont happen in my story.we'll see)
Renoldo9 - Yeah I'm hoping I can keep up the inspiration. Get to chapter 5 is a miracle enough for me as it is. Thanks!
Yeah so here's another one for you. I don't own HP if I did I'd have an automatic Saturn with power windows. Rolling your window up and down without a button sucks.
I also need to add something else.
I just learned that my buddy PFC Evan O'Neill is dead. He served with 2nd platoon, A company 1/87 Infantry Regiment 10th Mountain Division. He was a grenadier. I first met him in reception battalion and we were in the same platoon in basic training. I also met him when he got to Afghanistan and when his company relieved my company at the Orgun-E firebase. Evan wasn't my best friend, but when you go through basic training, airborne school and suffer under R.I.'s then you build a different friendship. Evan was my buddy and we knew what was asked of us when we signed up. Our Drill Sergeant once said (which now holds a staggering truth in them) "Y'all are gonna go to 'ghanistan and you're gonna die, cause you're not paying attention to my block of instruction." I can't help but feel guilty. Like my unit didn't do enough, or I didn't pray for Evan. Please, remember we still have boys over in Afghanistan still fighting and still dying. No one wants peace more than the infantryman, because it's we who have to go out there and leave behind our families, and in Evan's case his fiancé. I know not all of you support our war on terror, but please respect the men who sacrifice themselves so 9/11 doesn't happen again.
I know it's not much guys but I'm dedicating this story to you. I'm not going to cry, because I know to celebrate you life. And Evan, I know you never got me drunk, but I promise I'll get with Adam and get drunk enough to make you cry and one more thing, my sixth jump is yours. I got plenty of jumps ahead of me. I can't let you go a cherry. All the way buddy.
Rest in Peace, Go with God. All the way, Airborne!
Fellow Echo Centurions of 2/58 the HOUSE OF PAIN (basic training)
PFC Evan O'Neill 10th Mountain (and fellow 4th plt. BUSHMASTER)
PFC Jerod Dennis 82nd Airborne (3rd plt. Gladiators)
The Legacy of the Pendragons Chapter 7: Simple Pleasures
'Dear Harry,
Hi! Where are you now? Almost by the Burrow? Oxfordshire perhaps? Hope you're doing ok. Watch out, there's supposed to be a really bad storm heading towards southern Ireland. Hope you don't get too wet. Don't know if I told you but my Birthday was last week. Sorry about not writing then. So Now I am seventeen! I should be eighteen since I'm graduating this year. Oh well. But you won't believe what I got for my birthday from my grandparents.
A Nimbus 2000 Broomstick!
Yeah I know it's an old model now but it's still fast. Now I might be able to keep up with you when we play. But I still can't believe they got it for me. It must have cost them a fortune. But what's done is done and I plan on enjoying their gift to the fullest. When are you going to Diagon Alley? Write to me as soon as you know ok?
Always, Cho'
***
Starting off the day with a letter made Harry feel a whole lot better. Which was hard considering where he was. Harry could see the familiar outline of the woods that were just outside of the Burrow. They were just under days ride away and the excitement welled up inside of him so much he had to fight to keep a slow pace. Once he had recognized the area he couldn't get to sleep and wanted to get walking well before dawn.
Again he was walking and was tempted to jump onto Lily and get to the Burrow as soon as possible. But that was why he was walking. He need to be patient. He had been trying to focus his aura in everything he did. Trying new things. He was able to warm a cup of tea after it had gone cold, though it had taken him several hours to do so, and even shattered a rock with a tap. He fainted shortly after.
Donovan complimented his progress and Harry resolved to practice constantly. At this point Harry was trying to focus on his legs and make them less tired. He tried a little at a time and was beginning to get used to the process. He had to alternate his time of focus and recovery. Focusing his aura, Harry discovered, was a draining process and he had to build up his strength and endurance for it.
Donovan suggested walking, focusing and recovering every few steps. So he did.
Sweat glistened off of his face, as the sun was unusually hot. He wasn't tired though even though they hadn't taken a break for hours. It was the clothes he was wearing. A long coat, long sleeve shirt, vest pants.pretty much winter clothing in the summer. He wanted desperately to throw them off and walk around in his shorts. But it was a physical trial, and what doesn't kill him only makes him stronger. Aside from Voldemort. He doesn't kill him and only makes him more depressed.
Harry laughed a bit and was now looking down the road and could make out the crooked outline of the Weasley household.
"Bout time!" Harry sighed.
"I think it would be appropriate to make a dashing entrance don't you think?" Donovan smirked from atop his pegas.
"Yeah I think so." Harry mounted Lily. And whispered into her ear.
"Were going to meet some friends of mine. Ready to make an entrance?"
Lily stomped her hooves into the dirt road.
"Tower this is Ghost Rider requesting permission to flyby..."
"Huh?"
"Don't worry about it." Donovan smiled and kicked his heels inward. "Heyah!"
In a blur they were off, they closed the distance and flew past the leaning home, but slow enough for Harry to call out.
"Ron! Hermoine! Come outside!!!!!"
The two had reached the end of the road and circled high into the tree line. Dirt and leaves kicked up after them, well after they had reached the far end of the field. Harry could make out his two friends rushing out, followed closely by Ron's family. He could easily make out Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the twins and the smallest being Ginny.
"Over here!" Harry yelled before diving straight down and flew straight towards them. He circled the house slowly but fast enough to see their surprised faces. Harry blushed though when the wind kicked up Ginny and Hermoine's skirts.
"That image will forever be engrained in my mind." Harry laughed as they tried to force their skirts down. He hadn't thought of the two of them often in a lustful way, but he did notice, after a few years, that they were both girls and very pretty. The simple fact that they were friends didn't make them any less desirable.
"Whoa girl, easy now..."
Lily slowed to a trot and settled in front of Hermoine and Ron. Ron had gotten much taller over the holiday, though his built remained the same, leaving for a lanky look. Hermoine didn't seem to have changed at all though her hair was in a ponytail. Harry waved to the rest of the family. The twins looking the same with that everlasting smile on their faces. Ginny with her eternal blush on her face smiled and waved back. She had cut her hair down and looked reminiscent of when she wished him luck his first year on the train station. Mrs Weasley, with happy a smile waved enthusiastically, looking her same plump self. Harry dismounted and gave both Ron and Hermoine a hug. He felt a breeze kick up and knew Donovan had landed.
"Hey guys!"
The two were awestruck. Harry paused and noticed as well. He had grown taller as well compare to his friends. The two suddenly assaulted his ears asking him questions about his holiday.
"How are ya mate! What is this horse?"
"Is that a Pegas harry?"
"Have you eaten yet?"
"How was Ireland?"
"Have you been studying?"
"You look good."
"Have you been working out?"
Harry was overwhelmed as he heard everyone else join in the question session. He held up his hand and backed up.
"Hang on guys! Take it easy. First off, this is Lily," He stroked her mane and she bowed her head low. " And no Ron she is not a horse. She is a pegas. Mine to be precise. Donovan gave her to me. Oh yeah, this is Captain Donovan Bailey, Everknight, teacher and sarcastic prat extrodinaire."
"A fine introduction." Donovan smiled and bowed.
"Now if you will I'd like to get out of these clothes and into something more fitting of the summer weather!"
***
The Weasley household never ceased to amaze him. Though he had seen it all before, it kept him in wonder. Unlike the museum like tidiness of Number 4 Privet Drive, the Weasley household was very comfortable and casual. Mrs. Weasley hadn't even bothered to clear the table and clean up as she would have normally done. It only reinforced that feeling of family and belonging in Harry. The living room was the same as it had always been and Harry was happy to drop into the "his" spot on the couch. The right side of the couch with the armrest that had a dark stain was Harry's spot as it was the softest. He tore off his coat, which was thick with a layer of sweat and grime. He tossed it casually onto the coat rack which suddenly collapsed and sent splinters flying.
"What the?" Harry had jumped back, stumbling on the floor as everyone rushed inside.
"Ahh, knew I forgot to mention something." Donovan rubbed the back of his neck, looking guilty.
"Warned me about what?" Harry said exasperated.
Everyone was staring in wonder at the collapsed coat rack and the dent in the floor where Harry's jacket lay. Though the twins observed the aftermath with a critical eye, everyone else looks incredulous.
"Your clothes...they're weighted."
"Huh?" Harry was confused. Weighted clothes?
"Yeah. I gave Harry a change of clothes since the ones he was wearing when he appeared weren't suited for travel. All I had were knights clothes. Which, by the way are special. Weighted yes, but as days go on they increase in weight. So in a sense you were working out, you just didn't know it. My bad."
Harry stared in awe at Donovan and at his clothes. Which looked normal and felt normal. He tore off his shirt, not noticing the extra muscle he put on and handed it to Ron.
"Hold this."
Ron took it with one hand and nearly dropped it.
"Wow! This shirt weighs almost twenty pounds!" After the initial shock wore off Ron easily hefted the shirt one handed.
"Amazing Harry. You held this like nothing and tossed that jacket! How much does that weigh?"
"By now about fifty pounds..." Donovan answered casually.
***
Donovan's latest annoyed Harry. He was hardly mad though. The simple fact that he had grown up and gained some muscle was a plus. He just wished Donovan would have told him. Harry admitted to being thin for his age and his knobbly knees plagued him since he could remember. Now though they were much stronger. The amount of walking kept fat off of his bones and gave his muscles a sinewy look. If only Donovan would have told him, he would have told him to make the clothes heavier since he didn't notice.
"Well that's the point isn't it?" Donovan said casually from his bed on the couch.
The Weasley household was surprisingly empty. Ginny and her mother were off shopping. Ron and the twins left to sort business matters. Only Hermoine was left, and she, with her books, made for small conversation. "Really Harry what does it matter?" Hermoine said, laying her book down.
"Well, I should be strong to fight Voldemort shouldn't I?"
"Well yes, but I think you should work more on studying magic so you can be better equipped." She shot him a look that reminded him of Professor McGonagall.
"I already told you it'll be difficult to cast any spells because of our wands. I think fighting physically will affect the outcome."
"If you say so. But I still think you should study more." And she went back to her book.
"She's right Harry..." Donovan said agreeing.
Harry shot him a look and Donovan quickly looked away and turned to take a nap. He rose from the table and went outside. For the second time it felt awkward to be at the Burrow. He had become accustomed to being outside. It was calming, with less to be preoccupied with.
He walked slowly passing Lily and Shannon who were grazing underneath the trees. He waved her off, preferring a walk on his own.
"You're ok girl. Just taking a small walk."
Harry held his hands behind his back and slowly walked, his eyes taking in his surroundings. His steps were slow and methodical, his breathing steady. He could hear birds flying around the tree tops and savored the shade they provided. Crickets quieted as he passed by and resumed their songs once he was gone. Harry deeply inhaled and tasted the fresh air, with a hint of smoke. A taste that had floated by from the Weasley ovens that sat full of dough. It seemed odd that Harry could sense so many minute and miniscule things he normally wouldn't waste his breath on. Yet it was all so captivating, the crickets, the smell of smoke, the energy put off by the house and himself.
Energy?
Harry paused and he could really feel his aura. In fact he could almost see it, emanating from his body like heat waves. He turned to see how the aura of the house looked and saw waves slowly fading away.
His eyes shot open. They scanned for the house which was nowhere insight. He couldn't have walked more than ten minutes, yet the sky was pink from a setting sun and the trees so thick he wouldn't be able to see the house if it was nearby.
"Odd..."
Pressing his lips together, he whistled, not loudly though since he knew Lily could hear him. The high pitched call echoed in the woods rebounding among the trees and welcomed Lily into the forest before the sound had faded away.
"Am I far off girl?" He asked Lily and she lightly nodded.
"Are they looking for me?" He wondered, hoping on her before he could see her answer. "Back to the Burrow girl. I hope everyone is back."
***
Harry saw Donovan first. He greeted him with the same tell tale smile.
"I think I did it again."
"Meditating?" Donovan asked as he led Lily over by Shannon.
"Yeah except I was walking this time. I mean when I did it before I was aware of everything except time. And this time it was the same, but...I dunno it was weird. I didn't think I could meditate while walking. Not that I tried mind you."
Donovan only shrugged.
"I mean so far I've never done it intentionally. I wanna figure it out so I don't do it during school or something."
"Well you got a few days till you leave. Best get cracking if you want to get it done before school starts."
Harry nodded and stopped short of the gate into the walkway.
"So what are you doing when school starts?"
"Oh I dunno. We'll see what High Command thinks. I might have to keep watch over you, or simply go back to the hut and wait for the next lucky sucker that drops in."
Harry raised his eyebrow and cocked his head sideways disbelievingly. He wondered just maybe that Donovan could be the new Dark Arts teacher.
"No, no. I will not be a teacher. I saw that look. And I already know you all need one. I'm not a wizard remember? Everknights don't make good teachers. Haven't had many squires myself, I can't imagine teaching a whole school of kids."
And the two walked in, the home oddly quiet. It was late and everyone seemed to have gone to sleep. A plate remained hot on the table waiting for him as well as a small note.
'Donovan told us about these little walks and meditation sessions you go off on. Don't worry, I cooked enough for several of you since you've obviously gotten bigger. Eat up and I don't want to see any food on that plate understand?'
He smiled at the note and started to eat. His first real meal in ages. Leaving before lunch was not a good idea and Harry had forgotten how hungry he was. The food seemed to attack his senses. The taste, the smell, and the whole sight of it all was too much. The summer had definitely given Harry a deep rooted appreciation for the luxuries he had.
"Never again."
"Hmm?" Donovan looked up, sipping some of the tea left over.
"Never again will I take Mrs. Weasley's cooking for granted..."
***
The next day seemed to drag on. They allowed Harry to oversleep, which by now wasn't much. The journey had Harry used to waking before sunrise. Like clockwork he would get up, pack his things and get moving. He half jumped out of bed when he saw the sun peering into his window. Picking himself off of the floor Harry dusted himself off.
"Damn...forgot where I was for a second."
He could hear everyone downstairs eating breakfast. Then there was the enthusiastic opening of the door by Mr. Weasley coming home from work. He didn't feel refreshed like he thought he would, but more groggy. Who'da thought sleeping comfortably mad for a bad nights sleep. And it was definitely odd to wear proper pajamas for once. They were so light he almost felt naked. Once down stair he was greeted warmly and given a plate load of food.
"Eat up Harry. You've grown some so you need to feed that growing body hem?" Mrs. Weasley happily filled his plate to the brim every time he took a bite.
"Well Harry welcome back. Sorry I couldn't be there yesterday. Should have sent a letter! I would have taken a day off you know. Still been busy over at the ministry."
"What's been going on?"
"Well Fudge isn't minister anymore. Ousted by public opinion. Still don't have a replacement. So what's they've done is taken the heads of all of the departments and made a Council. Like a democracy. Dumbledore won't take the reins so we have this until we elect a new minister. Everyone's been running around trying to pass legislation and raising defense awareness...it's madness I tell you."
"Wow. And the death eaters then? The ones I named off?"
"Some, not all. Lucius Malfoy and his wife have fled. They abandoned their son and their estate. Which by the way is being confiscated and examined for dark items. We got a few of the lower end Death Eaters. None of his higher ranking ones though. We got Macnair though. Headed up north and ran right into Charlie and his research team. And his Dragons. Nothing left of him I'm afraid."
"Well at least they know he's back. What about school then? And Diagon Alley?"
"Many suggested a lock down and martial law declared. But, as of late he has laid low. We've Aurors posted everywhere and even some knights roaming around London keeping an eye out. School will go as planned. Lots want to become teachers or volunteers now. Seeing as Hogwarts is safer than most places. I imagine Hogsmeade might be a bit more crowded this year."
Harry quietly sipped his tea. People believed him again. Another little victory over Voldemort. Wizards and witched were uniting again. Harry only hoped it would last.
Sorry this is so late. I've found a paintball field and been playing a lot lately (hopefull go pro when I get out of the army ) not a lot of writing time. Not really happy with this or the ending, but I couldn't really think of a good way to end it. Oh well. It'll get better I hope. Btw how do you use italics!?! I have letter and stuff italicized, but it doesn't stay that way when I post...
HermoineGreen - I won't answer about Donovan ;) But I haven't really thought about the darker aspects of the power that lay dormant in Harry.interesting ;)
LunaWolf - What parts are confusing? Drop me a line so I can straighten things out better. And no the walking on water is not a Jesus reference. It just seemed like a simple example for that skill. It's a flexible skill. Harry has to experiment to learn it's potential
Wquad - *Head inflates even more.* Thanks!
TuxedoMac - Me hide something? Noooo...
Delpiero - Me neither. We had a class in HS just on King Arthur.I never took it. But I did watch Excalibur when I was in Afghanistan. That was a trippy take on everything.
Jkreviewer - It took me a while to remember that "I won't wake her" line. I'll tell you this. She doesn't go to Hogwarts. And yeah I didn't want to give Harry some great power all of a sudden. Harry still has trouble with spells at school and he's definitely not some magical prodigy. I personally want to see Harry fail miserably at something even though he's already humble ( though it wont happen in my story.we'll see)
Renoldo9 - Yeah I'm hoping I can keep up the inspiration. Get to chapter 5 is a miracle enough for me as it is. Thanks!
Yeah so here's another one for you. I don't own HP if I did I'd have an automatic Saturn with power windows. Rolling your window up and down without a button sucks.
I also need to add something else.
I just learned that my buddy PFC Evan O'Neill is dead. He served with 2nd platoon, A company 1/87 Infantry Regiment 10th Mountain Division. He was a grenadier. I first met him in reception battalion and we were in the same platoon in basic training. I also met him when he got to Afghanistan and when his company relieved my company at the Orgun-E firebase. Evan wasn't my best friend, but when you go through basic training, airborne school and suffer under R.I.'s then you build a different friendship. Evan was my buddy and we knew what was asked of us when we signed up. Our Drill Sergeant once said (which now holds a staggering truth in them) "Y'all are gonna go to 'ghanistan and you're gonna die, cause you're not paying attention to my block of instruction." I can't help but feel guilty. Like my unit didn't do enough, or I didn't pray for Evan. Please, remember we still have boys over in Afghanistan still fighting and still dying. No one wants peace more than the infantryman, because it's we who have to go out there and leave behind our families, and in Evan's case his fiancé. I know not all of you support our war on terror, but please respect the men who sacrifice themselves so 9/11 doesn't happen again.
I know it's not much guys but I'm dedicating this story to you. I'm not going to cry, because I know to celebrate you life. And Evan, I know you never got me drunk, but I promise I'll get with Adam and get drunk enough to make you cry and one more thing, my sixth jump is yours. I got plenty of jumps ahead of me. I can't let you go a cherry. All the way buddy.
Rest in Peace, Go with God. All the way, Airborne!
Fellow Echo Centurions of 2/58 the HOUSE OF PAIN (basic training)
PFC Evan O'Neill 10th Mountain (and fellow 4th plt. BUSHMASTER)
PFC Jerod Dennis 82nd Airborne (3rd plt. Gladiators)
The Legacy of the Pendragons Chapter 7: Simple Pleasures
'Dear Harry,
Hi! Where are you now? Almost by the Burrow? Oxfordshire perhaps? Hope you're doing ok. Watch out, there's supposed to be a really bad storm heading towards southern Ireland. Hope you don't get too wet. Don't know if I told you but my Birthday was last week. Sorry about not writing then. So Now I am seventeen! I should be eighteen since I'm graduating this year. Oh well. But you won't believe what I got for my birthday from my grandparents.
A Nimbus 2000 Broomstick!
Yeah I know it's an old model now but it's still fast. Now I might be able to keep up with you when we play. But I still can't believe they got it for me. It must have cost them a fortune. But what's done is done and I plan on enjoying their gift to the fullest. When are you going to Diagon Alley? Write to me as soon as you know ok?
Always, Cho'
***
Starting off the day with a letter made Harry feel a whole lot better. Which was hard considering where he was. Harry could see the familiar outline of the woods that were just outside of the Burrow. They were just under days ride away and the excitement welled up inside of him so much he had to fight to keep a slow pace. Once he had recognized the area he couldn't get to sleep and wanted to get walking well before dawn.
Again he was walking and was tempted to jump onto Lily and get to the Burrow as soon as possible. But that was why he was walking. He need to be patient. He had been trying to focus his aura in everything he did. Trying new things. He was able to warm a cup of tea after it had gone cold, though it had taken him several hours to do so, and even shattered a rock with a tap. He fainted shortly after.
Donovan complimented his progress and Harry resolved to practice constantly. At this point Harry was trying to focus on his legs and make them less tired. He tried a little at a time and was beginning to get used to the process. He had to alternate his time of focus and recovery. Focusing his aura, Harry discovered, was a draining process and he had to build up his strength and endurance for it.
Donovan suggested walking, focusing and recovering every few steps. So he did.
Sweat glistened off of his face, as the sun was unusually hot. He wasn't tired though even though they hadn't taken a break for hours. It was the clothes he was wearing. A long coat, long sleeve shirt, vest pants.pretty much winter clothing in the summer. He wanted desperately to throw them off and walk around in his shorts. But it was a physical trial, and what doesn't kill him only makes him stronger. Aside from Voldemort. He doesn't kill him and only makes him more depressed.
Harry laughed a bit and was now looking down the road and could make out the crooked outline of the Weasley household.
"Bout time!" Harry sighed.
"I think it would be appropriate to make a dashing entrance don't you think?" Donovan smirked from atop his pegas.
"Yeah I think so." Harry mounted Lily. And whispered into her ear.
"Were going to meet some friends of mine. Ready to make an entrance?"
Lily stomped her hooves into the dirt road.
"Tower this is Ghost Rider requesting permission to flyby..."
"Huh?"
"Don't worry about it." Donovan smiled and kicked his heels inward. "Heyah!"
In a blur they were off, they closed the distance and flew past the leaning home, but slow enough for Harry to call out.
"Ron! Hermoine! Come outside!!!!!"
The two had reached the end of the road and circled high into the tree line. Dirt and leaves kicked up after them, well after they had reached the far end of the field. Harry could make out his two friends rushing out, followed closely by Ron's family. He could easily make out Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the twins and the smallest being Ginny.
"Over here!" Harry yelled before diving straight down and flew straight towards them. He circled the house slowly but fast enough to see their surprised faces. Harry blushed though when the wind kicked up Ginny and Hermoine's skirts.
"That image will forever be engrained in my mind." Harry laughed as they tried to force their skirts down. He hadn't thought of the two of them often in a lustful way, but he did notice, after a few years, that they were both girls and very pretty. The simple fact that they were friends didn't make them any less desirable.
"Whoa girl, easy now..."
Lily slowed to a trot and settled in front of Hermoine and Ron. Ron had gotten much taller over the holiday, though his built remained the same, leaving for a lanky look. Hermoine didn't seem to have changed at all though her hair was in a ponytail. Harry waved to the rest of the family. The twins looking the same with that everlasting smile on their faces. Ginny with her eternal blush on her face smiled and waved back. She had cut her hair down and looked reminiscent of when she wished him luck his first year on the train station. Mrs Weasley, with happy a smile waved enthusiastically, looking her same plump self. Harry dismounted and gave both Ron and Hermoine a hug. He felt a breeze kick up and knew Donovan had landed.
"Hey guys!"
The two were awestruck. Harry paused and noticed as well. He had grown taller as well compare to his friends. The two suddenly assaulted his ears asking him questions about his holiday.
"How are ya mate! What is this horse?"
"Is that a Pegas harry?"
"Have you eaten yet?"
"How was Ireland?"
"Have you been studying?"
"You look good."
"Have you been working out?"
Harry was overwhelmed as he heard everyone else join in the question session. He held up his hand and backed up.
"Hang on guys! Take it easy. First off, this is Lily," He stroked her mane and she bowed her head low. " And no Ron she is not a horse. She is a pegas. Mine to be precise. Donovan gave her to me. Oh yeah, this is Captain Donovan Bailey, Everknight, teacher and sarcastic prat extrodinaire."
"A fine introduction." Donovan smiled and bowed.
"Now if you will I'd like to get out of these clothes and into something more fitting of the summer weather!"
***
The Weasley household never ceased to amaze him. Though he had seen it all before, it kept him in wonder. Unlike the museum like tidiness of Number 4 Privet Drive, the Weasley household was very comfortable and casual. Mrs. Weasley hadn't even bothered to clear the table and clean up as she would have normally done. It only reinforced that feeling of family and belonging in Harry. The living room was the same as it had always been and Harry was happy to drop into the "his" spot on the couch. The right side of the couch with the armrest that had a dark stain was Harry's spot as it was the softest. He tore off his coat, which was thick with a layer of sweat and grime. He tossed it casually onto the coat rack which suddenly collapsed and sent splinters flying.
"What the?" Harry had jumped back, stumbling on the floor as everyone rushed inside.
"Ahh, knew I forgot to mention something." Donovan rubbed the back of his neck, looking guilty.
"Warned me about what?" Harry said exasperated.
Everyone was staring in wonder at the collapsed coat rack and the dent in the floor where Harry's jacket lay. Though the twins observed the aftermath with a critical eye, everyone else looks incredulous.
"Your clothes...they're weighted."
"Huh?" Harry was confused. Weighted clothes?
"Yeah. I gave Harry a change of clothes since the ones he was wearing when he appeared weren't suited for travel. All I had were knights clothes. Which, by the way are special. Weighted yes, but as days go on they increase in weight. So in a sense you were working out, you just didn't know it. My bad."
Harry stared in awe at Donovan and at his clothes. Which looked normal and felt normal. He tore off his shirt, not noticing the extra muscle he put on and handed it to Ron.
"Hold this."
Ron took it with one hand and nearly dropped it.
"Wow! This shirt weighs almost twenty pounds!" After the initial shock wore off Ron easily hefted the shirt one handed.
"Amazing Harry. You held this like nothing and tossed that jacket! How much does that weigh?"
"By now about fifty pounds..." Donovan answered casually.
***
Donovan's latest annoyed Harry. He was hardly mad though. The simple fact that he had grown up and gained some muscle was a plus. He just wished Donovan would have told him. Harry admitted to being thin for his age and his knobbly knees plagued him since he could remember. Now though they were much stronger. The amount of walking kept fat off of his bones and gave his muscles a sinewy look. If only Donovan would have told him, he would have told him to make the clothes heavier since he didn't notice.
"Well that's the point isn't it?" Donovan said casually from his bed on the couch.
The Weasley household was surprisingly empty. Ginny and her mother were off shopping. Ron and the twins left to sort business matters. Only Hermoine was left, and she, with her books, made for small conversation. "Really Harry what does it matter?" Hermoine said, laying her book down.
"Well, I should be strong to fight Voldemort shouldn't I?"
"Well yes, but I think you should work more on studying magic so you can be better equipped." She shot him a look that reminded him of Professor McGonagall.
"I already told you it'll be difficult to cast any spells because of our wands. I think fighting physically will affect the outcome."
"If you say so. But I still think you should study more." And she went back to her book.
"She's right Harry..." Donovan said agreeing.
Harry shot him a look and Donovan quickly looked away and turned to take a nap. He rose from the table and went outside. For the second time it felt awkward to be at the Burrow. He had become accustomed to being outside. It was calming, with less to be preoccupied with.
He walked slowly passing Lily and Shannon who were grazing underneath the trees. He waved her off, preferring a walk on his own.
"You're ok girl. Just taking a small walk."
Harry held his hands behind his back and slowly walked, his eyes taking in his surroundings. His steps were slow and methodical, his breathing steady. He could hear birds flying around the tree tops and savored the shade they provided. Crickets quieted as he passed by and resumed their songs once he was gone. Harry deeply inhaled and tasted the fresh air, with a hint of smoke. A taste that had floated by from the Weasley ovens that sat full of dough. It seemed odd that Harry could sense so many minute and miniscule things he normally wouldn't waste his breath on. Yet it was all so captivating, the crickets, the smell of smoke, the energy put off by the house and himself.
Energy?
Harry paused and he could really feel his aura. In fact he could almost see it, emanating from his body like heat waves. He turned to see how the aura of the house looked and saw waves slowly fading away.
His eyes shot open. They scanned for the house which was nowhere insight. He couldn't have walked more than ten minutes, yet the sky was pink from a setting sun and the trees so thick he wouldn't be able to see the house if it was nearby.
"Odd..."
Pressing his lips together, he whistled, not loudly though since he knew Lily could hear him. The high pitched call echoed in the woods rebounding among the trees and welcomed Lily into the forest before the sound had faded away.
"Am I far off girl?" He asked Lily and she lightly nodded.
"Are they looking for me?" He wondered, hoping on her before he could see her answer. "Back to the Burrow girl. I hope everyone is back."
***
Harry saw Donovan first. He greeted him with the same tell tale smile.
"I think I did it again."
"Meditating?" Donovan asked as he led Lily over by Shannon.
"Yeah except I was walking this time. I mean when I did it before I was aware of everything except time. And this time it was the same, but...I dunno it was weird. I didn't think I could meditate while walking. Not that I tried mind you."
Donovan only shrugged.
"I mean so far I've never done it intentionally. I wanna figure it out so I don't do it during school or something."
"Well you got a few days till you leave. Best get cracking if you want to get it done before school starts."
Harry nodded and stopped short of the gate into the walkway.
"So what are you doing when school starts?"
"Oh I dunno. We'll see what High Command thinks. I might have to keep watch over you, or simply go back to the hut and wait for the next lucky sucker that drops in."
Harry raised his eyebrow and cocked his head sideways disbelievingly. He wondered just maybe that Donovan could be the new Dark Arts teacher.
"No, no. I will not be a teacher. I saw that look. And I already know you all need one. I'm not a wizard remember? Everknights don't make good teachers. Haven't had many squires myself, I can't imagine teaching a whole school of kids."
And the two walked in, the home oddly quiet. It was late and everyone seemed to have gone to sleep. A plate remained hot on the table waiting for him as well as a small note.
'Donovan told us about these little walks and meditation sessions you go off on. Don't worry, I cooked enough for several of you since you've obviously gotten bigger. Eat up and I don't want to see any food on that plate understand?'
He smiled at the note and started to eat. His first real meal in ages. Leaving before lunch was not a good idea and Harry had forgotten how hungry he was. The food seemed to attack his senses. The taste, the smell, and the whole sight of it all was too much. The summer had definitely given Harry a deep rooted appreciation for the luxuries he had.
"Never again."
"Hmm?" Donovan looked up, sipping some of the tea left over.
"Never again will I take Mrs. Weasley's cooking for granted..."
***
The next day seemed to drag on. They allowed Harry to oversleep, which by now wasn't much. The journey had Harry used to waking before sunrise. Like clockwork he would get up, pack his things and get moving. He half jumped out of bed when he saw the sun peering into his window. Picking himself off of the floor Harry dusted himself off.
"Damn...forgot where I was for a second."
He could hear everyone downstairs eating breakfast. Then there was the enthusiastic opening of the door by Mr. Weasley coming home from work. He didn't feel refreshed like he thought he would, but more groggy. Who'da thought sleeping comfortably mad for a bad nights sleep. And it was definitely odd to wear proper pajamas for once. They were so light he almost felt naked. Once down stair he was greeted warmly and given a plate load of food.
"Eat up Harry. You've grown some so you need to feed that growing body hem?" Mrs. Weasley happily filled his plate to the brim every time he took a bite.
"Well Harry welcome back. Sorry I couldn't be there yesterday. Should have sent a letter! I would have taken a day off you know. Still been busy over at the ministry."
"What's been going on?"
"Well Fudge isn't minister anymore. Ousted by public opinion. Still don't have a replacement. So what's they've done is taken the heads of all of the departments and made a Council. Like a democracy. Dumbledore won't take the reins so we have this until we elect a new minister. Everyone's been running around trying to pass legislation and raising defense awareness...it's madness I tell you."
"Wow. And the death eaters then? The ones I named off?"
"Some, not all. Lucius Malfoy and his wife have fled. They abandoned their son and their estate. Which by the way is being confiscated and examined for dark items. We got a few of the lower end Death Eaters. None of his higher ranking ones though. We got Macnair though. Headed up north and ran right into Charlie and his research team. And his Dragons. Nothing left of him I'm afraid."
"Well at least they know he's back. What about school then? And Diagon Alley?"
"Many suggested a lock down and martial law declared. But, as of late he has laid low. We've Aurors posted everywhere and even some knights roaming around London keeping an eye out. School will go as planned. Lots want to become teachers or volunteers now. Seeing as Hogwarts is safer than most places. I imagine Hogsmeade might be a bit more crowded this year."
Harry quietly sipped his tea. People believed him again. Another little victory over Voldemort. Wizards and witched were uniting again. Harry only hoped it would last.
Sorry this is so late. I've found a paintball field and been playing a lot lately (hopefull go pro when I get out of the army ) not a lot of writing time. Not really happy with this or the ending, but I couldn't really think of a good way to end it. Oh well. It'll get better I hope. Btw how do you use italics!?! I have letter and stuff italicized, but it doesn't stay that way when I post...