Disclaimer: I don't own anything. And everything that I own is nothing.
(Don't sue me!)
A/N Ok! This is the second chapter of my story. At first I wrote something completely different, but after reading the Order of Phoenix book I changed my mind about posting it. I'll try not to give anything away from the new book and continue with my story just in the different direction (which should be better than my original intent). So, this is my second chapter. The first term is almost over, so the finals are coming up (I had two test's today), but after I'm done with it I should be able to update every day (that's my goal). (
Training
He wanted to kill Sirus.
Harry was forced to duck a stunning spell that was send his way. Tried to do one of his own. Was not fast enough and had to take cover behind some weird statue to keep himself from being hexed.
Harry really wanted to kill Sirus, right about now.
Potter did ask his godfather for help in becoming stronger, to learn how to fight and to defend himself. But, this was not the kind of help he asked for. He meant the read-a-book or here-are-a-couple-useful-spells kind of help. Not the fight-or-die and learn-quickly-or-die-trying kind.
Another spell wuzed to Harry's left when he tried to go that way.
"Great, just great! I hope you're happy, Sirus."
***
After Harry send Hedwig to Sirus with his letter he received his godfather's response almost immediately. Hedwig brought back a package with something that looked like a book, big envelope and a short note from Sirus. The note was not very informative. It told Harry not to open the envelope before he finished reading the book.
Frowning at the envelope, that looked just like any other, magically sealed and golden colored with no stamp on it, envelope. Harry opened the package with the book.
The book came out to be a Bewitched Wizard Warrior's Guide on How to Fight and Survive the Wars and Confrontations that Come From Being a Wizard.
Greatly intrigued by the name Harry opened it to the first chapter and began to read.
*** Harry Potter was resting on his bed looking at the sealing greatly confused. He just read the book that Sirus send him. The only problem was that he did not remember what was in it. He did not remember even reading it. Harry had no memories beyond opening that book to the first chapter. After that he probably went into some kind of trance. That book was definitely bewitched.
He decided that something must be wrong with the charm placed on it. You are not supposed to forget everything you read about. Did he even read it? Harry could not remember. So, he tried to read the book again, hoping that this time whatever was supposed to happen will happen.
After opening the first page Harry almost dropped the book. The first page was blank. And the one alter that, and the next, and the next. They were all blank.
Maybe that's how it was from the beginning, but no, Harry did remember seeing some text in it.
After going through the book again in hopes of finding something useful and not seeing anything other than empty pages Harry dropped the cursed book in disappointment.
He spend more than six hours reading that thing and now he did not even remember what it was about and got himself a major head ache. On top of that Harry was really tired, as if he just did a week worth of Dursleys's chores withought any rest and now the stupid book was blank.
After thinking about it Harry realized just how tired he really was. It felt like every muscle in his body ached and his head was a minute away from exploding. And it was not his scar that caused it.
With great difficulty Harry got into his bed and tried to get some well needed rest, but the sleep would not come. So, he just lied there trying to defeat his head ache and think about what happened.
After a difficult battle it was apparent that head ache was winning this fight with great loses on Harry's side. So the wizard in training just gave up any illusions on figuring anything out at this time and just lied there staring at the ceiling.
He did not even notice that he fell asleep.
*** Some dark shape was running at Harry at full speed. It did not look happy. Everything around him looked misty and dark. Nothing, except the strange attacker was visible. It was a wonder that Harry could see anything with this light, or the absence of thereof.
The dark shadow, that was coming closer and closer to Harry and then it took shape of a troll. A very ugly one, too. Harry tried to find his wand inside his robes, but it was not there. Potter was just thinking which way is the safest to run. There was no way he could overpower a Troll with his bare hands. Then the Troll changed. It became a Giant instead, who kept coming at Harry with the same speed and the same intent.
Before Harry could recover from his shock the attacker began changing again. Now it was a werewolf, then a tall and angry witch, then a vampire, after that it became something that looked like a living corps. Now the changes were happening almost faster than Harry could register them and he was too shocked to move.
A giant cross between a bird and a bear, then something that looked like a giant snake.
It was coming closer.
An angry hippogriff.
Closer.
Dark warlock with his hair flying in all directions.
Closer.
Something that looked like a big cat with long fangs and two extra paws.
And the next thing Harry new was that a huge paw of six-legged cat was coming at him, full speed and aimed at his neck.
And that was when Harry woke up.
It took him a couple of minutes to get his breathing back to normal. More that couple of minutes.
That dream looked so real, too real. What could it mean? Did it mean anything? Maybe it had something to do with Voldemort!? After thinking that one over Harry shook his head. "Nah, I'm getting paranoid". That thought calmed Harry down a little, but he still felt uneasy about that dream.
Then Harry remembered the events of the previous day, the Sirus's message and the weird book. He also remembered the envelope.
He also realized that he could open it now. He did reed the book, or tried too.
Whitought wasting any time Harry got the envelope and opened it praying that whatever was inside was more useful than a book with empty pages.
What Harry found inside made a lasting impression on the course of his life. It was a little piece of paper.
.the size of a business card.
.it was blank.
.and a portkey.
***
Harry wished that he never touched that portkey. Hell, right now he wished he never met Sirus or even went to Hogwards. No, scratch that, Hogwards was the best thing that happened to Harry and no matter what happened that will never change. And Sirus was the only family he had, Dursley's don't count.
Another spell flew by Harry.
After he touched that little piece of pergament he was probably transported into a different dimension, maybe a different world even. A very angry different world.
Since the moment Harry got here everything and everyone here tried to kill him. Even the nature was against him.
Trees, probably relatives of Wimping Willow, flowers, rocks and swamps tried to do some bodily harm to Potter junior who was currently crouching behind some man-made headless statue in hopes that it would protect him from yet another creature that wanted his blood.
This world was full of magical creatures whose sole purpose was to kill the intruder.
Harry Potter.
At least that's how it looked to him.
A beautiful red flower, behind Harry, just grew teeth and tried to bite him. A simple deterioration spell took care of that.
Wait, since when was this spell simple.
For couple of seconds Harry was in shock. A stunning spell got him out of it right away. On pure instinct, Harry did a side roll, which he never done before, and managed to avoid the spell and not to break his neck doing it, came up on his feet behind the nearest tree that immediately tried to knock Harry out.
An aging spell turned that into an old log that served as a good cover. For now at least.
It had probably been just couple of hours since Harry touched that stupid portkey and he already had to get rid of at least five oversized grass hoppers, couple of mutated frogs, stun one warlock not to mention all the trees and flowers that wanted a piece of him. Now he was surrounded by some creatures that looked just like fairies, just bigger, uglier and with better arsenal of spells. As if to confirm the description one of the fairies yelled Avada Kedavra pointing in Harry's direction.
The interesting thing about this all was that Harry was still alive. He also performed some of the spells that he did not even know he new and some very difficult ones he had done as if they were some simple charms. He knew things that he was not supposed to know. He was also stronger, faster and more experienced as if he had done all this before. The best thing about it all was that
He was still alive.
But, unfortunately for Harry if he did not do something fast that was about to change. Fairy reinforcements arrived and the spells were coming from all sides now. Harry Potter had to lie completely flat against the ground to avoid a crusification curse flying his way.
Harry did feel stronger, but there were limits to his newfound powers. And he was nearing them.
Immediately after Harry arrived to this wonderful new world the little portkey that brought him here burst into flames.
"What am I going to do now?"
A/N So, this is the end of my chapter. What do you think? Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. Any suggestions, ideas or questions e-mail me (vorona2030@yahoo.com).
P.S. Special thanks to MysicSorceror for moral support in a form of a review. Thanks!!!
A/N Ok! This is the second chapter of my story. At first I wrote something completely different, but after reading the Order of Phoenix book I changed my mind about posting it. I'll try not to give anything away from the new book and continue with my story just in the different direction (which should be better than my original intent). So, this is my second chapter. The first term is almost over, so the finals are coming up (I had two test's today), but after I'm done with it I should be able to update every day (that's my goal). (
Training
He wanted to kill Sirus.
Harry was forced to duck a stunning spell that was send his way. Tried to do one of his own. Was not fast enough and had to take cover behind some weird statue to keep himself from being hexed.
Harry really wanted to kill Sirus, right about now.
Potter did ask his godfather for help in becoming stronger, to learn how to fight and to defend himself. But, this was not the kind of help he asked for. He meant the read-a-book or here-are-a-couple-useful-spells kind of help. Not the fight-or-die and learn-quickly-or-die-trying kind.
Another spell wuzed to Harry's left when he tried to go that way.
"Great, just great! I hope you're happy, Sirus."
***
After Harry send Hedwig to Sirus with his letter he received his godfather's response almost immediately. Hedwig brought back a package with something that looked like a book, big envelope and a short note from Sirus. The note was not very informative. It told Harry not to open the envelope before he finished reading the book.
Frowning at the envelope, that looked just like any other, magically sealed and golden colored with no stamp on it, envelope. Harry opened the package with the book.
The book came out to be a Bewitched Wizard Warrior's Guide on How to Fight and Survive the Wars and Confrontations that Come From Being a Wizard.
Greatly intrigued by the name Harry opened it to the first chapter and began to read.
*** Harry Potter was resting on his bed looking at the sealing greatly confused. He just read the book that Sirus send him. The only problem was that he did not remember what was in it. He did not remember even reading it. Harry had no memories beyond opening that book to the first chapter. After that he probably went into some kind of trance. That book was definitely bewitched.
He decided that something must be wrong with the charm placed on it. You are not supposed to forget everything you read about. Did he even read it? Harry could not remember. So, he tried to read the book again, hoping that this time whatever was supposed to happen will happen.
After opening the first page Harry almost dropped the book. The first page was blank. And the one alter that, and the next, and the next. They were all blank.
Maybe that's how it was from the beginning, but no, Harry did remember seeing some text in it.
After going through the book again in hopes of finding something useful and not seeing anything other than empty pages Harry dropped the cursed book in disappointment.
He spend more than six hours reading that thing and now he did not even remember what it was about and got himself a major head ache. On top of that Harry was really tired, as if he just did a week worth of Dursleys's chores withought any rest and now the stupid book was blank.
After thinking about it Harry realized just how tired he really was. It felt like every muscle in his body ached and his head was a minute away from exploding. And it was not his scar that caused it.
With great difficulty Harry got into his bed and tried to get some well needed rest, but the sleep would not come. So, he just lied there trying to defeat his head ache and think about what happened.
After a difficult battle it was apparent that head ache was winning this fight with great loses on Harry's side. So the wizard in training just gave up any illusions on figuring anything out at this time and just lied there staring at the ceiling.
He did not even notice that he fell asleep.
*** Some dark shape was running at Harry at full speed. It did not look happy. Everything around him looked misty and dark. Nothing, except the strange attacker was visible. It was a wonder that Harry could see anything with this light, or the absence of thereof.
The dark shadow, that was coming closer and closer to Harry and then it took shape of a troll. A very ugly one, too. Harry tried to find his wand inside his robes, but it was not there. Potter was just thinking which way is the safest to run. There was no way he could overpower a Troll with his bare hands. Then the Troll changed. It became a Giant instead, who kept coming at Harry with the same speed and the same intent.
Before Harry could recover from his shock the attacker began changing again. Now it was a werewolf, then a tall and angry witch, then a vampire, after that it became something that looked like a living corps. Now the changes were happening almost faster than Harry could register them and he was too shocked to move.
A giant cross between a bird and a bear, then something that looked like a giant snake.
It was coming closer.
An angry hippogriff.
Closer.
Dark warlock with his hair flying in all directions.
Closer.
Something that looked like a big cat with long fangs and two extra paws.
And the next thing Harry new was that a huge paw of six-legged cat was coming at him, full speed and aimed at his neck.
And that was when Harry woke up.
It took him a couple of minutes to get his breathing back to normal. More that couple of minutes.
That dream looked so real, too real. What could it mean? Did it mean anything? Maybe it had something to do with Voldemort!? After thinking that one over Harry shook his head. "Nah, I'm getting paranoid". That thought calmed Harry down a little, but he still felt uneasy about that dream.
Then Harry remembered the events of the previous day, the Sirus's message and the weird book. He also remembered the envelope.
He also realized that he could open it now. He did reed the book, or tried too.
Whitought wasting any time Harry got the envelope and opened it praying that whatever was inside was more useful than a book with empty pages.
What Harry found inside made a lasting impression on the course of his life. It was a little piece of paper.
.the size of a business card.
.it was blank.
.and a portkey.
***
Harry wished that he never touched that portkey. Hell, right now he wished he never met Sirus or even went to Hogwards. No, scratch that, Hogwards was the best thing that happened to Harry and no matter what happened that will never change. And Sirus was the only family he had, Dursley's don't count.
Another spell flew by Harry.
After he touched that little piece of pergament he was probably transported into a different dimension, maybe a different world even. A very angry different world.
Since the moment Harry got here everything and everyone here tried to kill him. Even the nature was against him.
Trees, probably relatives of Wimping Willow, flowers, rocks and swamps tried to do some bodily harm to Potter junior who was currently crouching behind some man-made headless statue in hopes that it would protect him from yet another creature that wanted his blood.
This world was full of magical creatures whose sole purpose was to kill the intruder.
Harry Potter.
At least that's how it looked to him.
A beautiful red flower, behind Harry, just grew teeth and tried to bite him. A simple deterioration spell took care of that.
Wait, since when was this spell simple.
For couple of seconds Harry was in shock. A stunning spell got him out of it right away. On pure instinct, Harry did a side roll, which he never done before, and managed to avoid the spell and not to break his neck doing it, came up on his feet behind the nearest tree that immediately tried to knock Harry out.
An aging spell turned that into an old log that served as a good cover. For now at least.
It had probably been just couple of hours since Harry touched that stupid portkey and he already had to get rid of at least five oversized grass hoppers, couple of mutated frogs, stun one warlock not to mention all the trees and flowers that wanted a piece of him. Now he was surrounded by some creatures that looked just like fairies, just bigger, uglier and with better arsenal of spells. As if to confirm the description one of the fairies yelled Avada Kedavra pointing in Harry's direction.
The interesting thing about this all was that Harry was still alive. He also performed some of the spells that he did not even know he new and some very difficult ones he had done as if they were some simple charms. He knew things that he was not supposed to know. He was also stronger, faster and more experienced as if he had done all this before. The best thing about it all was that
He was still alive.
But, unfortunately for Harry if he did not do something fast that was about to change. Fairy reinforcements arrived and the spells were coming from all sides now. Harry Potter had to lie completely flat against the ground to avoid a crusification curse flying his way.
Harry did feel stronger, but there were limits to his newfound powers. And he was nearing them.
Immediately after Harry arrived to this wonderful new world the little portkey that brought him here burst into flames.
"What am I going to do now?"
A/N So, this is the end of my chapter. What do you think? Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. Any suggestions, ideas or questions e-mail me (vorona2030@yahoo.com).
P.S. Special thanks to MysicSorceror for moral support in a form of a review. Thanks!!!
