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The Ancestors Call

By Princess Hermione

Chapter 2

Tae Kwan Do

"UP," a female voice screeched from the other side of the door. Harry awoke with a start, this was strange, normally they wouldn't wake him, after all, he was locked in his room. Harry quickly slid out of bed and into his clothing. Not a moment too soon, because he heard the door being unlocked and Aunt Petunia walked in. She glared at him,

"Vernon has decided to send you to the Tae Kwan do classes with Dudley," she spat, obviously not agreeing with her husband, "be down stairs in two minutes for your first class." She strode outside, leaving a very confused Harry behind her. Why would Uncle Vernon send him to Tae Kuan do classes? It's not like he was going to be good at it, Dudley would be able to beat him very easily.. So that was why, so Dudley could beat Harry every time! Harry sighed and made his way downstairs. Uncle Vernon was down there, with Dudley. Dudley had on a new white outfit, which Harry didn't recognise. It was white trousers, and a white shirt, with a white belt.

"Boy, go and change!" Uncle Vernon snapped at him, thrusting a pile of clothes into his arms. Harry quickly nodded and ran upstairs to change. He pulled the clothes on and ran back down stairs. Uncle Vernon shoved him into the car with Dudley and began to drive. Five minutes later, they arrived outside a white stone building. Uncle Vernon led the way inside. It was a single room, which had mirrors all the way around it. A desk was by the door, and a lady sat behind it, typing on a computer. In the centre of the room, a man in the same outfit as Harry, except with a black belt, was stretching. Nearby, there were another two in green belts, also stretching. Uncle Vernon walked up to the lady.

"I'm here to enrol these two children into the class," he said, gruffly. The lady looked up,

"The names please, sir," she said, looking down to a clipboard.

"Dursley and Potter," he barked. The lady scanned the list,

"Dudley Dursley and Harry Potter?" she inquired. Vernon gave a curt nod.

"Very well, you may now leave sir," she nodded goodbye and gestured for Dudley and Harry to follow her. She stood and moved to the centre of the room. She spoke with the man, who then looked at Harry and Dudley.

"Very well," he nodded, the lady bowed and returned to the desk. He beckoned for Dudley and Harry to come over.

"You two are new to the martial arts?" he inquired.

"Yes," Dudley said shortly. Harry bowed,

"Yes, sir," he replied. He had learned very early on in life to address people as sir, especially when one of the Dursley's were around. The man nodded,

"You, boy, will need a lot of training in manners and etiquette before we go on," he barked at Dudley, "I am to be addressed either as sir or Sensei." Dudley nodded slowly. By now, there were many other students, all with different coloured belts. The man nodded a dismissal at the boys,

"Go to the sides and follow the others," he said shortly, before clapping his hands. While Harry and Dudley moved to the back, the other students came forward. The coloured belts moved onto mats in the middle and began stretching, while the white belts lined up. Harry and Dudley joined the students with white belts on the right hand side of the room.

"Today, we will have a demonstration by two of the green belts as to what we learn here," the black belt said. The two green belts who had been there before Dudley and Harry stepped forward onto the mats. They bowed to each other and began to circle one another. One lashed out with a foot, aiming for the other's ribcage. The second person brought his arm up in a block, while punching with the other arm. And so it continued, they exchanged blow after blow, blocking, dodging, kicking and punching. Suddenly, the first person shot out their right leg, while punching with one arm and blocking a punch with the other. The fist landed squarely on his opponent's shoulder, making him stumble slightly. The black belt clapped his hands sharply, and the opponents quickly dropped backwards.

"Thank you," the green belts bowed and moved off. The black belt turned to face the white belts.

"That is your aim, we will begin with 20 sit ups, 20 push ups and 100 star jumps," he barked, "because a fighter needs to be fit and limber for all the turns and jumps." The white belts who had been there before quickly dropped to the floor and began their stretches. Harry quickly followed suit, but Dudley stayed standing.

"What are you waiting for boy? Get moving!" the black belt snapped. Dudley reluctantly lay down and began to struggle to pull himself up. Harry was having an easy time, his stomach muscles were rather strong from all kicks and punches that Uncle Vernon had given him, besides the chores that he did before he went to Hogwarts. He quickly completed them, and switched to his front. These too were easy, from all the quidditch training, beside the fact that he was rather light. He quickly climbed to his feet and began to jump, keeping a steady beat, and breathing evenly. He was surprised to see that he was one of the first on his feet. 100 star jumps later, he stood still, like the others who had finished and watched the others. He was breathing harder then normal, as a result of all the exercise.

Not surprisingly, Dudley was the last to struggle to his feet and you could hear his breath coming in fast, short gasps.

"20 laps around the gym, jogging!" the sensei snapped. Harry took off after the others, quickly coming to the front, and keeping an even pace, although he was going faster then most of the rest.

"I said jogging, NOT running flat out!" the teacher called.

"But sir, this is jogging," one of the other fast runners called out. The teacher scowled but said nothing. 5 minutes later, Harry was sitting on the floor, stretching as the last of the runners came in. Dudley's breath was very audible, his breath came in fast, short gasps, and it was obvious that he was having trouble standing.

"Leg stretches," the teacher ordered. Harry quickly copied him, and gasped, as his leg muscles stretched. He moved through the stretches one by one, slowly stretching his muscles till they were loose and flexible. Then he moved onto his arms, then his torso and then his neck.

"Very well," the sensei said, as the last rose to his feet, "we will begin training. Michael! Celina!" Two brown belts hurried over and bowed.

"Train the new white belts in the basic movements," he ordered," Mr. Potter, Mr. Dursley, Mr Bonner, Miss Granger, Miss Summons, and Miss Simpkins, follow them." Harry bit back a gasp when he recognised Hermione. As they followed the brown belts to a mat to one side of the room, Harry made sure he neared Hermione.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed softly as he neared her.

"What do you think, I'm learning the martial arts, my father wants me too," she replied, without looking at him, "besides, I could ask the same about you?"

"Uncle Vernon wants me to be beaten by Dudley, so he sends me to classes to be publicly embarrassed," Harry muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

"Right. We aren't supposed to know each other, as well," she murmured. Harry scowled and moved aside slightly. The brown belts turned to face the group.

"Miss Granger, Mr Potter, and Miss Summons, come with me," Celina said, moving to a mat nearby. The three followed her, and she got them into a line.

"First we will learn the forward stance," she said, as she moved into position, "now to make it……."

For the next half an hour, they practised that stance alone, practising moving in it, and keeping steady. Then, she abruptly told them to do 20 push-ups and 20 sit-ups. Harry quickly dropped and began. He watched Hermione out of the corner of his eye. She seemed to have very little problem with the exercises, only breathing slightly harder. Next they were taught the horse stunt, which they practised for 20 minutes. Then they were taught a middle-section punch. The next 20 minutes were used on that, doing it in the different stances. They were then given a 5 minute break. As they moved to the side, Harry moved to Hermione.

"Hi, what's your name?" he made a pretence of never having met her.

"Hermione, what about you?" only her eyes betrayed her amusement at his strategy.

"Harry," he held out his hand. Hermione took it and shook it.

"Is today your first class?" he inquired.

"Yes," Hermione agreed, "what about you?"

"Yes," Harry answered. Hermione took a drink of her bottle. Then they were called back to the mats.

A further 20 push ups and 20 sit-ups followed. Next there was a low block, followed by a high block. Both were taught in both stances. By then it was end of class, and they had to leave. After a muttered goodbye to Hermione, Harry went over to join his cousin. When Uncle Vernon came to collect them, Harry silently followed Dudley.

"How was class?" Uncle Vernon inquired of Dudley when they were in the car.

"We had to do sit ups, push ups and star jumps for pretty much all of the time," Dudley complained, "and we had to do running!"

"Did you learn any moves?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"Only a punch and two blocks," Dudley replied, "and two stances."

"You'll learn more in your next class," Vernon consoled him.

"What about you Harry?" Dudley asked, eyes gleaming.

"The same as you," Harry replied. By now, they had arrived back and Harry was ordered up to his room. They locked him in. Harry quickly changed out of his uniform and into normal clothes.

When Aunt Petunia came to let him out to the bathroom, Harry asked her if he could be taken to Diagon Alley on the 28th. When it looked like she would refuse, he quickly told her that Sirius was planning to come and take him if he wasn't allowed and had cast a spell on him to tell him where he was. Aunt Petunia quickly agreed, and hurriedly let him out.

After he had had his dinner of soup, he quickly wrote a reply to Hermione and Ron, and continued his homework.

Harry was lying in bed, watching the stars outside, when he heard his Uncle climbing the stairs. There was the sound of his door being unlocked, and Uncle Vernon came storming in, holding a stick. His face was purple, and there was an angry gleam to his eyes. Harry could tell that he was drunk, and paled. The beatings were always worse when he was drunk.

"Ruddy, insolent boy!" Vernon yelled, "it's your fault that my company is failing!" He roughly grabbed Harry's arm and slammed him onto the floor. He gave a brutal kick to his side, and then slammed the stick on his stomach. As Uncle Vernon aimed a slap with the stick to his head, Harry rolled aside. Uncle Vernon slammed Dudley's broken gun on Harry's back, causing him to cry out in pain. Vernon laughed, and kicked Harry again. Harry curled up into a ball, trying to ignore the pain from his ribs, showing that they were bruised.

"You used that abnormality of yours to make my company fail, when we have clothed and fed you for the past 14 years," Vernon yelled. If the pain weren't so severe, Harry would have told Vernon that being fed a small bowl of soup per day hardly accounts to being fed, and he only got clothes when Dudley had finished with them. Another kick was aimed at his side, and a slap to his head. The last thing Harry remembered was a cruel blow to the head, before he drifted into blessed unconsciousness.

A/N: So sorry about the fact I had to have Harry beaten, but it seems more realistic, because that is what a crazy uncle would do if his son had had a trick played on him the year before. Anyway, what do you think? Does it suck? Should I change it? Should I just throw the entire thing away and give up on it? Please give me your opinions in a review.