Harry woke up to a burning scar, this time more painful then the
last, or so it seemed. Every night it was visions of killing and pain,
torture and destruction and every night he woke up getting only four hours
of sleep or sometimes none. It was the first day of August now, the day
after Harry's birth day, and only a month until Hogwarts. He didn't know if
he wanted to go back now because every year something terrible happened,
and he always was the one to save the day. Like in his first year, he
stopped Voldemort from stealing the Sorcerer's stone, in his second year,
he stopped a memory of Tom Riddle (Voldemort as a teenager) from shutting
down the school with his basilisk, which would have killed him had it not
been for Dumbledore's phoenix. In his Third year, Harry and his friends
were captured by the convicted murderer Sirius Black only to find out that
he was wrongfully accused and Harry's godfather, but never got to complete
the murder he was charged with and Worm tail, the reason Harry was an
orphan, escaped, along with Harry's soul almost getting sucked out by a
dementor. And just a month and a half ago, Hogwarts held the Tri-Wizard
tournament, but even though he was to young to enter, his disguised DADA
teacher entered him anyway and in the final task, Harry and the other
Hogwarts champion, Cedric, were tricked into going to the grave yard by
port key where Cedric was murdered by none other then worm tail, and
Harry's blood was used to bring back the dark lord. So apparently, bad
things happen to Harry.
The worst part for Harry was the fact that it was he, who's blood
was inside Voldemort, and it was this blood that gave him the ability to
come back. He rarely came out of his room, only to get food or use the bath
room, and the Dursleys left him alone. They had received a letter from
Dumbledore warning them of what had happened and for once they took it very
seriously.
Harry walked over to the window and looked up into the midnight sky
hoping to see his snowy owl flying his way, but he saw no movement. Though
he did hear something, breathing, and it was right behind him. He turned
around to see a tall cloaked figure holding a wand above him, and prepared
himself for the blow of death. He closed his eyes tightly thinking he would
surely hear those words that meant the end but instead he heard a thump.
Harry opened his eyes to see the cloaked wizard, obviously a death eater,
unhooded and trembling in fear.
"Hmph, you're lucky you're friends are coming, if they weren't I'd take you
to Dumbledore and interrogate myself," a monotone voice rang. Harry took in
the whole scene. There, about to slice into the death eater's throat, was a
long oriental sword, engraved with an ancient language that seemed to glow.
Connected to this was another cloaked figure, but with this one you could
see the person's eyes. They were aqua bluish-green with spots of dark
green, and they were illuminated by light, but he couldn't tell if it was
from the sword or if they were glowing by themselves. He tried to see the
rest of the face but learned that from the nose down it was covered by a
black clothe. And falling from the hood of the cloak were bright golden
bangs that flowed with every move the sword wielder made.
"You, you can't beat us all at once, eve-even if you are an At-
Atlantian," the death eater said, trembling even more when the sword was
pushed harder into his skin, just enough for a drop of blood to come from a
wound the size of a needle tip.
"Now, you don't really believe that do you?" Harry noticed that the
person actually had a feminine voice, it was a girl.
Harry looked at her, eyes wide open, "Who are you?" he inquired
almost frightened.
She was about to answer when they both heard people, the other death
eaters most likely, appariate into the hall just outside Harry's room and
started creeping around looking in the cracks of certain doors. They were
looking for Harry.
"Damn. Harry, do you have all of you're stuff in here?" she said, he
could only see her eyes and up but he could tell she was dead serious.
"No. My uncle locks it up in a closet every summer."
"Well, there goes the unnoticed escape plan." He saw her gloved hands
clench. "Harry stand back, this might be gory."
Harry's heart went into his throat and he couldn't speak, she was
going to open the door wasn't she. He thought that the death eater still on
the ground was right; she couldn't take on so many of them.
She dragged the death eater to the door and before she brought her
hand up to turn the knob she asked him, "What's your name?"
"Adrian, Adrian Hawk," he trembled wandering why she asked.
"Is there a message you want me to tell your family?" she looked down
at him temporarily.
"Yes, tell them I love them." Adrian said, realization hitting him.
And he was obviously about to brake down crying.
"It shall be done, please, forgive me." And with that she opened the
door, through him out onto some unexpecting death eaters and started an all
out attack using both her sword and an unknown power that she could
generate without a wand. He also saw her using normal hexes, things like
full leg locking curse but multiplied so that it would reflect off of one
person and continue on to others, with out a wand, something he had never
seen before. Others weren't so lucky, if they tried the Avada Kavada curse,
she would either make a force field around herself or threw it back onto
the attacker with the mirror in her sword, and the even less luckier met
the total wraith of her blade, as she swept easily through flesh and bone,
swinging the blood off only to get more from her next victim. Every
opponent was down in less then a minute, all twenty five of them.
Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were all standing in their
doorways absolutely shocked.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE, WHY ARE THERE DEAD PEOPLE
IN THE HALL?" Uncle Vernon screamed at the top of his lungs.
"If you keep screaming the neighbors will call the police for
disturbing the peace." The girl said slyly. "I suggest you go to a hotel,
the ministry will be here and will erase your memories if you don't."
"Don't you talk to me like you own the world, and don't tell me what
to do you FREAK!" Uncle Vernon yelled going purple.
"Fine, but I warn you, I won't be around to stop them when more death
eaters come and kill you." The girl challenged, not once going out of
monotone mode. And with that she walked on down the stairs with Harry
following her. It was then that Harry found his wits and started
questioning her.
"Who are you, How did you do so much magic without a wand, Why don't
you show you're face, Where are we going to go from here?" Harry said all
very wide eyed as they made their way to the closet under the stairs where
Harry's things were kept.
"We are going to meet up with Dumbledore and the others." She said
silently.
"Why do you where scarf over your face?" he continued to question.
"So that my enemies don't see who I am, even though I may or may not
really look like this." She answered still not letting on to any emotion.
"You still haven't answered my first question, who are you?" Harry
said staring at her as they walked out of the house, Harry carrying his
firebolt in hand while his trunk and empty birdcage were now weightless and
the size of a large beetle in his pocket.
"An Auror, and an acquaintance of Dumbledore. He sent me." It was
then that Harry had become suspicious of her, she had no proof of this.
"And how do I know this, for all I know this could be a trap." He
stood firmly on the porch.
"Would a minion of Voldemort carry one of these with them?" and she
pulled out a chain from under her cloak.
"What is it? He asked confused.
"It's a ring engraved with an Atlantian Crystal, it burns any evil it
touches. Like how Voldemort does to you." She explained as he watched the
crystal glow and shimmer as if it were water. The color was exactly like
her eyes, it stunned him at the similarity.
"How do you know about my scar?" he demanded.
"Mrs. Figg and myself are your secret keepers, but we also watch to
keep HQ updated on any recent events," she stated simply.
"How did Voldemort find me if you are my secret keeper, how did the
secret get out? And you mean Mrs. Figg as in my old babysitter?" Harry said
very fast.
"Yes Mrs. Figg is a witch and a retired Auror as well. She was
captured while I was on a mission and was given a truth potion. And...., I
should have been there, but I did save her before she gave too much
information away." She said putting her head down as if in shame.
As they walked on, Harry too noticed that she sounded no older then
him, "How did she learn to fight so young, there had to be extremely
advanced magic that not even Hermione could imagine to attempt," He thought
to himself.
To break the irritating silence, the girl spoke, "You can call me
Ali,"
"Is that your real name?" Harry responded.
"No, but its close enough," She said as they finally came to a small
rickety building that he recognized as Mrs. Figg's.
As they walked into the house, Ali looked around and whispered just
loud enough for Harry to hear her, "Be on your guard."
After walking into the living room where the fire place was, and
seeing how it looked as if a tornado had torn it apart, every inch of it.
"Harry, take some floo powder and go to Hogwarts, Now." Ali said, still
talking quietly.
Harry walked over to the fire place where there was a candle holder
full of the white powder and, took a pinch and through it into the blazing
fire. As the fire turned green, Mrs. Figg walked out of no where. "Why,
hello again Harry, where might you be going, I have orders to keep you
here?"
"Shinai to towah, lu pai cuso lienea?" Ali said, speaking in an ancient language. Mrs. Figg looked dumb founded, it must have been a secret code between the two, she was a fake. "I don't like liars," Ali said glaring at the old lady as if she was a slug. (A purple slug ^_^) "Harry, go!" He nodded and walked into the fire, yelled out his destination and was gone. He appeared in his own common room on the ground in a heap of soot and limbs. He looked up and there were all the teachers of Hogwarts and the Headmaster Dumbledore. "Harry, where are Mrs. Figg and Ali?" Dumbledore said straight out looking intense. "Fighting," Harry replied getting up. "Who is this Ali, Professor? Where did she learn to use that kind of magic?" "She's an Atlantian Harry, they are born with that power, now tell me Harry, was the reason they started a fight because Mrs. Figg didn't say the right password?" Dumbledore looked at Harry with a stare that had brought many people down to their knees. "I guess, Ali said something in a different language, then told me to leave," Harry answered. "It must have been the Imperious Curse Dumbledore, it won't be too long before Ali brings them both back." Only five seconds after Professor McGonagall said this, Ali and Mrs. Figg came in both with a few cuts and scratches and carrying between them another person wearing Ali's cloak. "I'm sorry Dumbledore, while I was on watch I fell asleep again, it won't happen again," the women know as Mrs. Figg told as she threw down the tied up prisoner. "There is no need for apologies, I too have dosed off in the middle of something important, my most recent being my last meeting with the ministry," Dumbledore said giving the aging women a smile, then turned to Harry. "Harry, do you have all of your school supplies with you?" "All but the ones for this year," He said as he brushed off his Firebolt, which he still held in his hands. "Sir, should I send for someone to get the supplies for him?" Ali spoke up "Can I go with the Weasleys? They're going this weekend?" Harry chimed up. At the very mention of the Weasleys all nine of them along with Hermione came running in to the Gryffindor common room. "Oh my goodness Harry, are you alright?" Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley all yelled out in unison, and the plump mother squeezed in into a tight hug. Then Harry was buried in hundreds of questions like, "How did you get our?" or "Did you see You Who Know Who?" Not once getting a moment to answer. Then Harry started to look around for Ali, so he could introduce her, but she was gone.
Ali swept down the halls still completely clad in black, with her sword still at her side. She walked swiftly until she was outside, then she started to run, silently as ever, till she made it to a willow tree that hung over the lake and she climbed to one of the higher braches where she sat and looked out over the motionless lake, and thought. "Why did you leave so soon?" an old but wise voice came to her and Dumbledore appeared right next right beside her. "I prefer the quiet." She said still looking straight ahead. "That's not necessarily all, now is it?" Dumbledore said looking at her, very kind. "Hm, its sad how you know me so well," she said with a small smile. "I must admit its not easy due to your lack of showing any emotion, but tell me, why did you leave? I think Harry wanted to introduce you to his friends," Dumbledore said, giving her that look of known wisdom. "I was the one who sent for them," she replied still looking straight ahead. "That's beside the point, he wanted to get to know you," Dumbledore stated as she turned her head to look at him. "He wanted to try and be your friend; I don't think your mother would have wanted this for you." "My mother would have wanted me to do what I thought was right, and if that meant being alone in order to keep others safe, then she'd want me too," the auror lost her proud emotionless face and looked down at her feet. "Besides, there are few who can understand what I've gone through, one of them is dead, and another is thousands of miles away." "What about your father?" Dumbledore said and this time lifting her chin. "How is he suppose to act like we're even related when he's off on some task every day, stopping once a week to right a coded letter telling of how his mission went. I can't say I'm not the same way, but he cares more about this war then me," she said as she jumped down from the branch to land perfectly. "Where are you going?" Dumbledore yelled at her receding back. "To finish some unsettled business," and with that, she left.
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"Shinai to towah, lu pai cuso lienea?" Ali said, speaking in an ancient language. Mrs. Figg looked dumb founded, it must have been a secret code between the two, she was a fake. "I don't like liars," Ali said glaring at the old lady as if she was a slug. (A purple slug ^_^) "Harry, go!" He nodded and walked into the fire, yelled out his destination and was gone. He appeared in his own common room on the ground in a heap of soot and limbs. He looked up and there were all the teachers of Hogwarts and the Headmaster Dumbledore. "Harry, where are Mrs. Figg and Ali?" Dumbledore said straight out looking intense. "Fighting," Harry replied getting up. "Who is this Ali, Professor? Where did she learn to use that kind of magic?" "She's an Atlantian Harry, they are born with that power, now tell me Harry, was the reason they started a fight because Mrs. Figg didn't say the right password?" Dumbledore looked at Harry with a stare that had brought many people down to their knees. "I guess, Ali said something in a different language, then told me to leave," Harry answered. "It must have been the Imperious Curse Dumbledore, it won't be too long before Ali brings them both back." Only five seconds after Professor McGonagall said this, Ali and Mrs. Figg came in both with a few cuts and scratches and carrying between them another person wearing Ali's cloak. "I'm sorry Dumbledore, while I was on watch I fell asleep again, it won't happen again," the women know as Mrs. Figg told as she threw down the tied up prisoner. "There is no need for apologies, I too have dosed off in the middle of something important, my most recent being my last meeting with the ministry," Dumbledore said giving the aging women a smile, then turned to Harry. "Harry, do you have all of your school supplies with you?" "All but the ones for this year," He said as he brushed off his Firebolt, which he still held in his hands. "Sir, should I send for someone to get the supplies for him?" Ali spoke up "Can I go with the Weasleys? They're going this weekend?" Harry chimed up. At the very mention of the Weasleys all nine of them along with Hermione came running in to the Gryffindor common room. "Oh my goodness Harry, are you alright?" Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley all yelled out in unison, and the plump mother squeezed in into a tight hug. Then Harry was buried in hundreds of questions like, "How did you get our?" or "Did you see You Who Know Who?" Not once getting a moment to answer. Then Harry started to look around for Ali, so he could introduce her, but she was gone.
Ali swept down the halls still completely clad in black, with her sword still at her side. She walked swiftly until she was outside, then she started to run, silently as ever, till she made it to a willow tree that hung over the lake and she climbed to one of the higher braches where she sat and looked out over the motionless lake, and thought. "Why did you leave so soon?" an old but wise voice came to her and Dumbledore appeared right next right beside her. "I prefer the quiet." She said still looking straight ahead. "That's not necessarily all, now is it?" Dumbledore said looking at her, very kind. "Hm, its sad how you know me so well," she said with a small smile. "I must admit its not easy due to your lack of showing any emotion, but tell me, why did you leave? I think Harry wanted to introduce you to his friends," Dumbledore said, giving her that look of known wisdom. "I was the one who sent for them," she replied still looking straight ahead. "That's beside the point, he wanted to get to know you," Dumbledore stated as she turned her head to look at him. "He wanted to try and be your friend; I don't think your mother would have wanted this for you." "My mother would have wanted me to do what I thought was right, and if that meant being alone in order to keep others safe, then she'd want me too," the auror lost her proud emotionless face and looked down at her feet. "Besides, there are few who can understand what I've gone through, one of them is dead, and another is thousands of miles away." "What about your father?" Dumbledore said and this time lifting her chin. "How is he suppose to act like we're even related when he's off on some task every day, stopping once a week to right a coded letter telling of how his mission went. I can't say I'm not the same way, but he cares more about this war then me," she said as she jumped down from the branch to land perfectly. "Where are you going?" Dumbledore yelled at her receding back. "To finish some unsettled business," and with that, she left.
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