Okay, this is my first Harry Potter fic so go easy. This is going to deal
a lot with family and with Harry growing up. This will also deal with
other forces. Some people are not aligned with either Voldomort or
Dumbledore or the Ministry. Who are these warriors.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Dreaming
The room was windowless. It was quite obviously heavily guarded. Harry only saw two wizards he recognized; Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. Fudge stood and demanded from one of the thirteen unknown wizards, "I want to know how you can justify this!"
"Cornelius, be silent," scolded the wizard who was obviously in charge of the meeting. "You are only here as a courtesy to your position in the country we will be operating in. the rest of you are the most powerful witches and wizards in the world. The ones we have not admitted into our order." The wizard looked around and let his eyes settle on Dumbledore, and Harry's. "This is to announce that the Warriors of Zelcara will be initiating a campaign against three new wizards. We will be spending the next year testing their power, and then on the fifth day of June, they will be challenged. they will be given the same options each of you received if they survive. they will have the option to join us, or to work outside of us."
Dumbledore stood, and the wizard gestured that he had the floor. "I recognize that the Warriors of Zelcara do not report to any authority but their own, but I beseech you, one of these wizards is only a boy. He is not even of age." Dumbledore was as close to pleading as he had ever seen.
"While we recognize your power, and affection for the boy, nonetheless he is of the proper strength levels to receive the challenge. As he has dealt with another in this room several times over and survived," at this the wizard cast a look in Harry's direction, "I would think you would have greater confidence in your young wizard."
Dumbledore lowered his head and resigned himself to watching. At this point, twenty wizards of varying ages walked in. Harry could tell by the way that they carried themselves that they were all rigidly trained. They reminded him of the pictures he had seen of the royal guards at Buckingham Palace. "Who will take up the duty of the Challenges?" asked the Wizard who had been guiding the meeting. Three wizards stepped forward. One black man who looked ancient, one man who looked Hispanic and in his late thirties, and one very young looking white female. "And whom shall shoulder the responsibility of the preparing?" asked the leader. Now three more wizards stepped forward, two old looking, what Harry recognized as, Native American men, and one Asian man who looked as old as Lupin did or Sirius had. There was no more ceremony after that. Harry watched Dumbledore walk up to the woman who had accepted one of the challenges.
"Can I risk a guess at whom you are challenging?" he asked her.
"You know who."
"You realize that you were the second most powerful in your year?"
"Yes and his father was the most powerful."
"And his mother was your best friend."
"Yes, I understand that." She began to look away from Dumbledore. She was obviously not proud of what she was going to have to do.
"Then if you win, may God forgive you. Lily too."
Harry suddenly awoke find himself in his own bed with his scar burning at his skull like a branding iron. He quickly took out a quill and some spare parchment and wrote to Professor Dumbledore the contents of his dream. He was worried about what it might mean. He did not even think about leaving, last time he had done so, the person he had intended to save had died. He wanted to know what this was all about. Hedgwig was back a second later from hunting, so he sent her with the note to Dumbledore.
He looked at the bedside clock that Hermoine had gotten him for no reason a while back. It was four fifty three in the morning. He didn't have to get up anytime soon. In fact this summer the Dursley's had left Harry alone. Harry had to say that he loved it. He had meals pushed through his dog- door, and he could just stay upstairs all day. Harry frankly didn't mind. He had Dumbledore's standing order not to leave the house, plus all the homework he would need to turn in. This summer he didn't feel out of the loop. Of course it was hardly half over. He had his birth day in two days.
He was very surprised to see Hedgwig that afternoon with a letter. It wasn't from Dumbledore though, it was from Hermoine. He had grown to love Hermoine's letters. She kept him informed of the goings on in the wizard world. Also she made him feel as if there were actually someone with him. instead of being alone in the room. He didn't want to admit it, but his feelings for Hermoine were turning into something more than friendship. Hermoine's letter was very short, well for a letter form Hermoine.
Dear Harry
Well I no longer have to say that I miss you! Mum and Daddy have spoken with Dumbledore (they got along a lot better than I thought) and he said that you could spend a couple of weeks with us. We'll all be off to Grimmauld Place by mid August, but until then you get to stay with me!.
Unfortunately I do have bad news. As a lady of my word I now have to keep Rita Skeeter's secret indefinitely. Her year is up. I think, however, she will temper her tongue. Here's hoping she doesn't write anymore slop about you. Or me for that matter! We will pick you up tomorrow. Be packed and ready!
Love
Hermoine
Harry was overjoyed. He had only met Hermoine's parents once, just before his second year. Their impression of wizards couldn't have been to good though, they had met Lucius Malfoy. Harry hadn't thought that the Granger's would have gotten along with Dumbledore either. It wasn't because he thought they wouldn't like wizards, it was because Hermoine's parents were both dentists and Dumbledore had an almost comical preoccupation with sweets.
Within the hour Harry was packed and ready for his trip. He then resumed what he had been doing for the rest of his summer holiday; watching and mimicking Dudley's training. Uncle Vernon was making Dudley take his boxing training seriously. Dudley was now working a punching bag in the back yard. Harry up ended is mattress to substitute. He was skipping rope as well, Harry had some cord which he used to do this. The only thing Harry couldn't mimic was Dudley's mile-a-day runs. Harry would have loved to do this, but as Dumbledore didn't want him leaving the house, he wasn't.
That night Harry returned to his usual dream. He had been having the same dream off and on since he had gotten home. In it he watched the grim reaper pass by Mr. and Mrs. Weasly. Death waved his scythe over them and they died and turned to dust. The dust swirled into death's robe. Death repeated this with all of the Weasly children from Bill and Charlie down to Ron and Ginny. Then again with Remus and Tonks, and a final time with Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore. Then Death approached Harry and pulled down it's hood. But where some rotted skull should be, was the face of Hermoine. She looked at Harry and he looked back and they would kiss. But then Hermoine would pull away as Harry had involuntarily rammed his hand and wand through her. As he looked at the hand, it wasn't his, but the silver one given to Wormtail. He looked back at Hermoine and watched mouth the words "I love you," as she fell. And as Harry said the words back to her, he would usually wake up. It was rather disturbing.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Dreaming
The room was windowless. It was quite obviously heavily guarded. Harry only saw two wizards he recognized; Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. Fudge stood and demanded from one of the thirteen unknown wizards, "I want to know how you can justify this!"
"Cornelius, be silent," scolded the wizard who was obviously in charge of the meeting. "You are only here as a courtesy to your position in the country we will be operating in. the rest of you are the most powerful witches and wizards in the world. The ones we have not admitted into our order." The wizard looked around and let his eyes settle on Dumbledore, and Harry's. "This is to announce that the Warriors of Zelcara will be initiating a campaign against three new wizards. We will be spending the next year testing their power, and then on the fifth day of June, they will be challenged. they will be given the same options each of you received if they survive. they will have the option to join us, or to work outside of us."
Dumbledore stood, and the wizard gestured that he had the floor. "I recognize that the Warriors of Zelcara do not report to any authority but their own, but I beseech you, one of these wizards is only a boy. He is not even of age." Dumbledore was as close to pleading as he had ever seen.
"While we recognize your power, and affection for the boy, nonetheless he is of the proper strength levels to receive the challenge. As he has dealt with another in this room several times over and survived," at this the wizard cast a look in Harry's direction, "I would think you would have greater confidence in your young wizard."
Dumbledore lowered his head and resigned himself to watching. At this point, twenty wizards of varying ages walked in. Harry could tell by the way that they carried themselves that they were all rigidly trained. They reminded him of the pictures he had seen of the royal guards at Buckingham Palace. "Who will take up the duty of the Challenges?" asked the Wizard who had been guiding the meeting. Three wizards stepped forward. One black man who looked ancient, one man who looked Hispanic and in his late thirties, and one very young looking white female. "And whom shall shoulder the responsibility of the preparing?" asked the leader. Now three more wizards stepped forward, two old looking, what Harry recognized as, Native American men, and one Asian man who looked as old as Lupin did or Sirius had. There was no more ceremony after that. Harry watched Dumbledore walk up to the woman who had accepted one of the challenges.
"Can I risk a guess at whom you are challenging?" he asked her.
"You know who."
"You realize that you were the second most powerful in your year?"
"Yes and his father was the most powerful."
"And his mother was your best friend."
"Yes, I understand that." She began to look away from Dumbledore. She was obviously not proud of what she was going to have to do.
"Then if you win, may God forgive you. Lily too."
Harry suddenly awoke find himself in his own bed with his scar burning at his skull like a branding iron. He quickly took out a quill and some spare parchment and wrote to Professor Dumbledore the contents of his dream. He was worried about what it might mean. He did not even think about leaving, last time he had done so, the person he had intended to save had died. He wanted to know what this was all about. Hedgwig was back a second later from hunting, so he sent her with the note to Dumbledore.
He looked at the bedside clock that Hermoine had gotten him for no reason a while back. It was four fifty three in the morning. He didn't have to get up anytime soon. In fact this summer the Dursley's had left Harry alone. Harry had to say that he loved it. He had meals pushed through his dog- door, and he could just stay upstairs all day. Harry frankly didn't mind. He had Dumbledore's standing order not to leave the house, plus all the homework he would need to turn in. This summer he didn't feel out of the loop. Of course it was hardly half over. He had his birth day in two days.
He was very surprised to see Hedgwig that afternoon with a letter. It wasn't from Dumbledore though, it was from Hermoine. He had grown to love Hermoine's letters. She kept him informed of the goings on in the wizard world. Also she made him feel as if there were actually someone with him. instead of being alone in the room. He didn't want to admit it, but his feelings for Hermoine were turning into something more than friendship. Hermoine's letter was very short, well for a letter form Hermoine.
Dear Harry
Well I no longer have to say that I miss you! Mum and Daddy have spoken with Dumbledore (they got along a lot better than I thought) and he said that you could spend a couple of weeks with us. We'll all be off to Grimmauld Place by mid August, but until then you get to stay with me!.
Unfortunately I do have bad news. As a lady of my word I now have to keep Rita Skeeter's secret indefinitely. Her year is up. I think, however, she will temper her tongue. Here's hoping she doesn't write anymore slop about you. Or me for that matter! We will pick you up tomorrow. Be packed and ready!
Love
Hermoine
Harry was overjoyed. He had only met Hermoine's parents once, just before his second year. Their impression of wizards couldn't have been to good though, they had met Lucius Malfoy. Harry hadn't thought that the Granger's would have gotten along with Dumbledore either. It wasn't because he thought they wouldn't like wizards, it was because Hermoine's parents were both dentists and Dumbledore had an almost comical preoccupation with sweets.
Within the hour Harry was packed and ready for his trip. He then resumed what he had been doing for the rest of his summer holiday; watching and mimicking Dudley's training. Uncle Vernon was making Dudley take his boxing training seriously. Dudley was now working a punching bag in the back yard. Harry up ended is mattress to substitute. He was skipping rope as well, Harry had some cord which he used to do this. The only thing Harry couldn't mimic was Dudley's mile-a-day runs. Harry would have loved to do this, but as Dumbledore didn't want him leaving the house, he wasn't.
That night Harry returned to his usual dream. He had been having the same dream off and on since he had gotten home. In it he watched the grim reaper pass by Mr. and Mrs. Weasly. Death waved his scythe over them and they died and turned to dust. The dust swirled into death's robe. Death repeated this with all of the Weasly children from Bill and Charlie down to Ron and Ginny. Then again with Remus and Tonks, and a final time with Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore. Then Death approached Harry and pulled down it's hood. But where some rotted skull should be, was the face of Hermoine. She looked at Harry and he looked back and they would kiss. But then Hermoine would pull away as Harry had involuntarily rammed his hand and wand through her. As he looked at the hand, it wasn't his, but the silver one given to Wormtail. He looked back at Hermoine and watched mouth the words "I love you," as she fell. And as Harry said the words back to her, he would usually wake up. It was rather disturbing.