Okay everyone, here we go. Now we get to see what a great guy Harry really
is. Plus how much that training did for him. plus we are leading into
something that Harry is way over due for.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Harry the Hero
Harry had been looking though clothes at a Marshall's (A/N that is a bargain clothes store here in the states, I don't know if they're international) for and hour. Now the girls were insisting that he try them on. "what color did you want this in?" Hermione asked.
Harry gave her a playful look, "Do you really have to ask?"
Hermione turned to Jenny, who was simply confused by the comment, and explained, "Black."
The girls waited outside the changing rooms for Harry to emerge in the first of his new outfits. He called from inside, "You know, I once heard a saying that I now totally believe." He opened the door and stepped out and looked the girls right in the eyes, "'Good guys, wear black,'"
Hermoine's jaw dropped. Harry wore a tight spandex shirt that accentuated all his new muscles, he wore black pants that were tight at his waist, but billowed out to nice wide legged cargos. He wore black work boots on his feet and a black leather trench coat to finish the look. With his hair he looked something like a shadow. The look could've been enhanced, if not for his eyes. But the girls loved the way his eyes sparkled from within the shadow. "Wow," commented Jenny.
Harry began plucking at the shirt and waist of his pants, "I am definitely not used to tight clothes. I always swam in Dudley's hand-me- downs, and . . . Hermione you know how robes are. Hermione watched him trying to get used to tight clothes for the first time. In two hours Harry had three outfits. He wore the first one home. As they walked, they discussed many things. Harry talked about how he had passed all his O.W.L.s with enough to continue, but that he would drop history and Divinations. He said that he had some how managed to be signed up for potions, even though he only had "acceptable" for his rating.
"Hey, mate," came an unfamiliar voice. All three turned, they were in a dark parking lot, a good way away from the car, and there were five men with an assortment of weapons heading towards them. The one who had spoken before spoke again, "Leave the girls, and your valuables and you can walk away."
"How about," Harry said, "we all three leave our valuables and all three walk away?"
"Nope mate," said one of them, "we wanna have fun tonight."
Harry put himself between the girls and the men. "Try to harm them and I will be forced to hurt you."
The men began to laugh as the approached the three. Harry raised his fists, and realized he wasn't afraid. 'I have faced,' he told himself, 'three headed dogs, life-size games of wizards chess, basilisks, hippogriffs, dragons, mermen, boggarts, blast-ended skrewts, giant spiders, not to mention a man that nightmares have nightmares about. I can do this.' "I am afraid of only once person in this world," Harry told the first man approaching him, "And you are most certainly not it."
"You cant use magic," Hermione whispered.
"Who needs to?" Harry answered. A quick one-two dropped the first guy. Another swung a chain, which Harry allowed to wrap around his arm, and pulled the guy, who had the chain wrapped around his own hand. Harry kneed him in the face. Another came swinging a piece of pipe. Harry dodged the pipe, and gave the guy four fast punches in the stomach. The guy dropped his pipe, and fell to the ground. Harry dropped and swept his foot around tripping the next guy, while he picked up the pipe. As the last guy came at Harry with a knife. Harry easily slipped out of the way, and slammed him in the back of the head with the pipe. The thug fell unconscious to the ground. Harry tossed the pipe on top of the thug and quipped, "Stupefy."
"Harry," said Jenny as she hugged him around the waist. "My, Hero!"
"Harry!" cried Hermione in a most emotional voice. She also hugged him, and intended to kiss him on the cheek, but Harry turned his head to see her, and they accidentally wound up kiss on the lips. She backed away and blushed almost as furiously as Harry did.
On the drive back to the Grangers, Hermione asked, "you said that you were only afraid of one person. Who?"
"Isn't it obvious," Jenny asked, "Its that Moldy-Wart guy, right?"
"V-Voldemort," Hermione corrected with slight hesitation.
"Actually," Harry admitted, "Its Mrs. Weasly. Have you ever seen her in a spell? She is a frightening woman." They all laughed for the next fifteen minutes.
Harry and Hermione related the story to her parents when they got back to her house. Harry was afraid that the Grangers would be angry, but instead they treated him like a prince. Eventually they ushered Harry upstairs to bed. "Big day tomorrow," said Rupert Granger.
Harry looked confused, "What's tomorrow?"
Evelyn Granger looked at the young wizard with disbelief. "Tomorrow," she told him, "Is your birthday."
"oh, Yeah." Harry blushed at the fact that he had once again forgotten his own birthday.
The next morning Harry was shaken awake by Hermione. "Harry get up."
He grudgingly obliged, and changed into some of his new clothes. As they headed down the stairs he noticed Hermione couldn't quit smiling. He hadn't noticed however, how she had kept looking at him in the mirror while he changed his shirt. He also didn't notice how dark the living room was, considering the time of day. As he walked in the lights flashed on and several people yelled, "Surprise!"
Harry was so startled that his had flew to his wand, and pointed it at the closest figure, ready to hex it into oblivion.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Harry the Hero
Harry had been looking though clothes at a Marshall's (A/N that is a bargain clothes store here in the states, I don't know if they're international) for and hour. Now the girls were insisting that he try them on. "what color did you want this in?" Hermione asked.
Harry gave her a playful look, "Do you really have to ask?"
Hermione turned to Jenny, who was simply confused by the comment, and explained, "Black."
The girls waited outside the changing rooms for Harry to emerge in the first of his new outfits. He called from inside, "You know, I once heard a saying that I now totally believe." He opened the door and stepped out and looked the girls right in the eyes, "'Good guys, wear black,'"
Hermoine's jaw dropped. Harry wore a tight spandex shirt that accentuated all his new muscles, he wore black pants that were tight at his waist, but billowed out to nice wide legged cargos. He wore black work boots on his feet and a black leather trench coat to finish the look. With his hair he looked something like a shadow. The look could've been enhanced, if not for his eyes. But the girls loved the way his eyes sparkled from within the shadow. "Wow," commented Jenny.
Harry began plucking at the shirt and waist of his pants, "I am definitely not used to tight clothes. I always swam in Dudley's hand-me- downs, and . . . Hermione you know how robes are. Hermione watched him trying to get used to tight clothes for the first time. In two hours Harry had three outfits. He wore the first one home. As they walked, they discussed many things. Harry talked about how he had passed all his O.W.L.s with enough to continue, but that he would drop history and Divinations. He said that he had some how managed to be signed up for potions, even though he only had "acceptable" for his rating.
"Hey, mate," came an unfamiliar voice. All three turned, they were in a dark parking lot, a good way away from the car, and there were five men with an assortment of weapons heading towards them. The one who had spoken before spoke again, "Leave the girls, and your valuables and you can walk away."
"How about," Harry said, "we all three leave our valuables and all three walk away?"
"Nope mate," said one of them, "we wanna have fun tonight."
Harry put himself between the girls and the men. "Try to harm them and I will be forced to hurt you."
The men began to laugh as the approached the three. Harry raised his fists, and realized he wasn't afraid. 'I have faced,' he told himself, 'three headed dogs, life-size games of wizards chess, basilisks, hippogriffs, dragons, mermen, boggarts, blast-ended skrewts, giant spiders, not to mention a man that nightmares have nightmares about. I can do this.' "I am afraid of only once person in this world," Harry told the first man approaching him, "And you are most certainly not it."
"You cant use magic," Hermione whispered.
"Who needs to?" Harry answered. A quick one-two dropped the first guy. Another swung a chain, which Harry allowed to wrap around his arm, and pulled the guy, who had the chain wrapped around his own hand. Harry kneed him in the face. Another came swinging a piece of pipe. Harry dodged the pipe, and gave the guy four fast punches in the stomach. The guy dropped his pipe, and fell to the ground. Harry dropped and swept his foot around tripping the next guy, while he picked up the pipe. As the last guy came at Harry with a knife. Harry easily slipped out of the way, and slammed him in the back of the head with the pipe. The thug fell unconscious to the ground. Harry tossed the pipe on top of the thug and quipped, "Stupefy."
"Harry," said Jenny as she hugged him around the waist. "My, Hero!"
"Harry!" cried Hermione in a most emotional voice. She also hugged him, and intended to kiss him on the cheek, but Harry turned his head to see her, and they accidentally wound up kiss on the lips. She backed away and blushed almost as furiously as Harry did.
On the drive back to the Grangers, Hermione asked, "you said that you were only afraid of one person. Who?"
"Isn't it obvious," Jenny asked, "Its that Moldy-Wart guy, right?"
"V-Voldemort," Hermione corrected with slight hesitation.
"Actually," Harry admitted, "Its Mrs. Weasly. Have you ever seen her in a spell? She is a frightening woman." They all laughed for the next fifteen minutes.
Harry and Hermione related the story to her parents when they got back to her house. Harry was afraid that the Grangers would be angry, but instead they treated him like a prince. Eventually they ushered Harry upstairs to bed. "Big day tomorrow," said Rupert Granger.
Harry looked confused, "What's tomorrow?"
Evelyn Granger looked at the young wizard with disbelief. "Tomorrow," she told him, "Is your birthday."
"oh, Yeah." Harry blushed at the fact that he had once again forgotten his own birthday.
The next morning Harry was shaken awake by Hermione. "Harry get up."
He grudgingly obliged, and changed into some of his new clothes. As they headed down the stairs he noticed Hermione couldn't quit smiling. He hadn't noticed however, how she had kept looking at him in the mirror while he changed his shirt. He also didn't notice how dark the living room was, considering the time of day. As he walked in the lights flashed on and several people yelled, "Surprise!"
Harry was so startled that his had flew to his wand, and pointed it at the closest figure, ready to hex it into oblivion.