Alright, here is chapter ten. This is now tied for the second longest
story I have. Wahoo!
Okay Reviews;
David M. Potter: you are one of my most loyal HP reviewers, it is appreciated. I am glad you liked a lot of the things I have done. Now, I will have to disappoint you in one aspect, there will be no Ron/Lavender pairing. If you read earlier chaps, you will find Ron's love interest, Joan Katharine Rowling, or JKR. My own little joke. I started out calling her Jenny, but was corrected a little earlier. You will however be getting your wish on the Neville/Luna front. Just wait until the train ride though. Harry didn't buy a multi-level trunk because he didn't need it. The twins gave him the prank purse. He can keep anything in there. He could even keep his trunk in there if he saw fit. Harry will be going near Knockturn Alley only once, when they go to get supplies, but will be quickly gathered up by Hagrid.
AM Bookworm: What did you never think of? The Remus/Tonks? I was surprised I haven't seen more of that. Remus (though he probably looks fifty) is at oldest 35 and Tonks can't be younger than 28. In my story Remus is 32 and Tonks is 29.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Playtime is Over
Harry awoke to the poking and prodding of Winky, telling him it was time to get up. His body begrudgingly obliged. He waited for her to leave and then went to his new walk-in closet to change. When he looked in, he found the sight pathetic. He had six sets of Hogwart's robes and three sets of Muggle clothing (which Winky had perfectly laundered) and then in his drawers were his Dudley-Hand-Me-Downs. He chose an outfit from his new Muggle clothes, once more all black, and headed down stairs. He walked into the dining room, where Winky was serving breakfast, and found several faces already around the table.
This was quite something considering it was five a.m. around the table was Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, Hermione, Tonks, Remus (Harry smiled inwardly at the sight of the two sitting next to each other), Mad-Eye, Mundungus Fletcher, Prof. Dumbledore, and a new face that Harry didn't know.
Dumbledore stood to introduce their new face, "Harry, this is an associate of mine from Japan, he is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. Also he will be giving you, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny some special training. His name is Himura Kenshin (Yes some of you out there will be sharp enough to catch this stolen name, and I am not apologizing to anyone about it except the owners of Samurai X and Rourni Kenshin Wandering Samurai)."
Harry held a hand out to the old Japanese man, but he simply stood and bowed, saying, "Douzo yurishiku. It is an honor to meet you Hari-san"
"It is nice to meet you as well . . . Er . . . Prof. Kenshin."
"Iie," He corrected, "I will ask that as long as I am your teacher, you call me Himura-sensei."
"Yes sir, Himura-sensei," Harry said, copying the old man's bow from earlier.
The old man smiled a smile like Dumbledore's and said, "Your were right, Arubusu-chan, he is a fast learner."
In a few hours everyone was up and eating. An hour later, when Ron finally woke up, Prof. Dumbledore introduced Himura-sensei to all the teens. He then proceeded to depress them. "I am sorry to say that as of now, your summer is over. You will have classes every week day until the start of term." When he heard Ron groan, he explained himself, "You four will play very important roles in future events, and I do not need Sybil Trelawny to tell me that." That earned a chuckle from everyone but Himura-sensei. "Thus you will need extra training. Especially you Harry. In the mornings you will practice hand-to-hand combat with Mundungus Fletcher," He nodded at the man they all called Dung, "And then you will practice an invaluable skill with Himura-sensei: wandless spell casting." At this all the teens went wide eyed. "In the afternoons you will study linear and logical thinking with Remus Lupin," he nodded to Remus, "all of that is every weekday, week ends you will have special lessons with Nymphadora Tonks," she growled at the mention of her first name, "And Alastor Moody, aurors." He gave the students a moment to allow this to sink in, and then said, "And Harry, you and I will be practicing Occlumency for one hour every night, even on weekends."
They all nodded, they realized that what they had done at the end of last year was no less than sacrifice their childhoods, so that they might make a difference. As everyone finished their breakfasts, they walked into a larger room, which seemed almost like the room of requirement did; perfectly suited to their needs.
"Right then!" said Dung. "We're gonna to start out with a bit of a tussle. I wanna know what I'm workin' with. Harry stepped up, took off the black blazer he had been wearing, and took his fighting position. Dung made the first move, which Harry dodged easily, but Dung just as easily dodged Harry's hits. For thirteen minutes Harry whiffed at air, or simply hit Dung on the backs of his arms. Harry was getting tired out. He had never gotten a chance to build up endurance with runs. And just as Harry began dropping his arms Dung came back in a blur of fists and movement. Harry blocked what he could, but he was exhausted. He had spent his energy early and had no reserves.
"I give, Dung!" Harry finally said after he had a few bruises and a swollen lip.
"Harry what I just did to you," Dung explained, "Is called a Rope-A-Dope. It is a style developed by a yank boxer, name 'o Ali. He was a right genius in the ring. He came up with the idea to let his opponent tire 'imself out then, comeback in 'o blaze 'o glory."
Harry looked begrudgingly at Dung, who waved him off to the sides with his friends. Next Ron stepped up to fight. He didn't take a standing fight like Harry. He got close to Dung and grappled, that is to say, wrestled. After growing up with five older brothers, Ron considered himself an expert in the area, and to be honest he wasn't bad. But he too was no match for Dung. Dung had had the best school of combat there was, the School of Hard Knocks. It wasn't long before Ron too was tapping out to the sides.
Then it was Hermione's turn. She kept thinking about the best way to fight. She had seen a show once . . . but did that actually work? She figured she would give it a try. As Dung approached her she cried out, "I don't know you! That's my purse!" then with all the force her sixteen-year old frame could muster, she propelled her leg to the right spot. Dung was on the ground eyes wide, fist in his mouth so that if Molly came by she wouldn't do the same thing because of the curses flowing from his mouth.
After ten minutes he composed himself and was ready for Ginny. He took his fighting stance. Ginny wasn't scared, she had only seen one Muggle movie, but it had a good way to protect herself. So she stood in a mock-martial arts position and yelled "Tiger Claw!" Her hands had been put into a position for palm thrusts, so as Dung blocked the thrusts, she too aimed for the sensitive area. Then she followed with a knee to Dung's face. The knee however was totally unnecessary as Dung, having twice been attacked in a very sensitive area, was on the floor near tears.
As he slowly inched toward the door, he cried out, "Tonks!" then he fixed his voice so it was a little lower than that of a screaming Malfoy and tried again, "Tonks!"
When Tonks came in the door and saw Dung starting to stand up, holding himself in pain, she couldn't help but laugh. Soon the girls joined in the laughter too. But nary a man laughed at this. Neither Ron nor Harry was dumb enough, plus they had that "Guy-Empathy" working. The case in where one guy gets struck in the groin and every man inside a one-block radius feels a little bit of it. He managed to squeak out, "You are teaching the girls." Then he turned to the other students, "Class dismissed. Winky! I need an ice-pack!"
The students walked out. Hermione and Ginny asked the boys if it really hurt as bad as Dung made it look. They only nodded emphatically. Harry suddenly noticed that Hermione was wearing her necklace, which was glowing. Every so often he noticed, it would glow just a little bit brighter. What he didn't know was that those were the moments she was either thinking of Harry, or stealing her own glances at him. They walked to the kitchen where Winky was snickering at Dung's situation. They were trying to figure out if Dumbledore was Sirius about learning wandless spell casting.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
poor Dung! By the way: boocoo points to those who can tell me where I got Ginny and Hermione's "Fighting Style"
This will get more complicated as things move on. Expect more shipieness to develop between all those I have set in place, expect obscenely large logic problems, and some more take offs of different things. I hope you all enjoy.
Oh, Himura-Sensei called Dumbledore something odd; Arubusu-Chan. This is what my Japanese instructor would have called the "Japan-ized" form of Albus. Also the "Chan" suffix denotes a close personal friend. I think he also called Harry "Hari-san" again, same story with the mutation of the name. the "San" suffix is simply the equivalent of Mr. or Mrs.
Okay Reviews;
David M. Potter: you are one of my most loyal HP reviewers, it is appreciated. I am glad you liked a lot of the things I have done. Now, I will have to disappoint you in one aspect, there will be no Ron/Lavender pairing. If you read earlier chaps, you will find Ron's love interest, Joan Katharine Rowling, or JKR. My own little joke. I started out calling her Jenny, but was corrected a little earlier. You will however be getting your wish on the Neville/Luna front. Just wait until the train ride though. Harry didn't buy a multi-level trunk because he didn't need it. The twins gave him the prank purse. He can keep anything in there. He could even keep his trunk in there if he saw fit. Harry will be going near Knockturn Alley only once, when they go to get supplies, but will be quickly gathered up by Hagrid.
AM Bookworm: What did you never think of? The Remus/Tonks? I was surprised I haven't seen more of that. Remus (though he probably looks fifty) is at oldest 35 and Tonks can't be younger than 28. In my story Remus is 32 and Tonks is 29.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
Playtime is Over
Harry awoke to the poking and prodding of Winky, telling him it was time to get up. His body begrudgingly obliged. He waited for her to leave and then went to his new walk-in closet to change. When he looked in, he found the sight pathetic. He had six sets of Hogwart's robes and three sets of Muggle clothing (which Winky had perfectly laundered) and then in his drawers were his Dudley-Hand-Me-Downs. He chose an outfit from his new Muggle clothes, once more all black, and headed down stairs. He walked into the dining room, where Winky was serving breakfast, and found several faces already around the table.
This was quite something considering it was five a.m. around the table was Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, Hermione, Tonks, Remus (Harry smiled inwardly at the sight of the two sitting next to each other), Mad-Eye, Mundungus Fletcher, Prof. Dumbledore, and a new face that Harry didn't know.
Dumbledore stood to introduce their new face, "Harry, this is an associate of mine from Japan, he is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. Also he will be giving you, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny some special training. His name is Himura Kenshin (Yes some of you out there will be sharp enough to catch this stolen name, and I am not apologizing to anyone about it except the owners of Samurai X and Rourni Kenshin Wandering Samurai)."
Harry held a hand out to the old Japanese man, but he simply stood and bowed, saying, "Douzo yurishiku. It is an honor to meet you Hari-san"
"It is nice to meet you as well . . . Er . . . Prof. Kenshin."
"Iie," He corrected, "I will ask that as long as I am your teacher, you call me Himura-sensei."
"Yes sir, Himura-sensei," Harry said, copying the old man's bow from earlier.
The old man smiled a smile like Dumbledore's and said, "Your were right, Arubusu-chan, he is a fast learner."
In a few hours everyone was up and eating. An hour later, when Ron finally woke up, Prof. Dumbledore introduced Himura-sensei to all the teens. He then proceeded to depress them. "I am sorry to say that as of now, your summer is over. You will have classes every week day until the start of term." When he heard Ron groan, he explained himself, "You four will play very important roles in future events, and I do not need Sybil Trelawny to tell me that." That earned a chuckle from everyone but Himura-sensei. "Thus you will need extra training. Especially you Harry. In the mornings you will practice hand-to-hand combat with Mundungus Fletcher," He nodded at the man they all called Dung, "And then you will practice an invaluable skill with Himura-sensei: wandless spell casting." At this all the teens went wide eyed. "In the afternoons you will study linear and logical thinking with Remus Lupin," he nodded to Remus, "all of that is every weekday, week ends you will have special lessons with Nymphadora Tonks," she growled at the mention of her first name, "And Alastor Moody, aurors." He gave the students a moment to allow this to sink in, and then said, "And Harry, you and I will be practicing Occlumency for one hour every night, even on weekends."
They all nodded, they realized that what they had done at the end of last year was no less than sacrifice their childhoods, so that they might make a difference. As everyone finished their breakfasts, they walked into a larger room, which seemed almost like the room of requirement did; perfectly suited to their needs.
"Right then!" said Dung. "We're gonna to start out with a bit of a tussle. I wanna know what I'm workin' with. Harry stepped up, took off the black blazer he had been wearing, and took his fighting position. Dung made the first move, which Harry dodged easily, but Dung just as easily dodged Harry's hits. For thirteen minutes Harry whiffed at air, or simply hit Dung on the backs of his arms. Harry was getting tired out. He had never gotten a chance to build up endurance with runs. And just as Harry began dropping his arms Dung came back in a blur of fists and movement. Harry blocked what he could, but he was exhausted. He had spent his energy early and had no reserves.
"I give, Dung!" Harry finally said after he had a few bruises and a swollen lip.
"Harry what I just did to you," Dung explained, "Is called a Rope-A-Dope. It is a style developed by a yank boxer, name 'o Ali. He was a right genius in the ring. He came up with the idea to let his opponent tire 'imself out then, comeback in 'o blaze 'o glory."
Harry looked begrudgingly at Dung, who waved him off to the sides with his friends. Next Ron stepped up to fight. He didn't take a standing fight like Harry. He got close to Dung and grappled, that is to say, wrestled. After growing up with five older brothers, Ron considered himself an expert in the area, and to be honest he wasn't bad. But he too was no match for Dung. Dung had had the best school of combat there was, the School of Hard Knocks. It wasn't long before Ron too was tapping out to the sides.
Then it was Hermione's turn. She kept thinking about the best way to fight. She had seen a show once . . . but did that actually work? She figured she would give it a try. As Dung approached her she cried out, "I don't know you! That's my purse!" then with all the force her sixteen-year old frame could muster, she propelled her leg to the right spot. Dung was on the ground eyes wide, fist in his mouth so that if Molly came by she wouldn't do the same thing because of the curses flowing from his mouth.
After ten minutes he composed himself and was ready for Ginny. He took his fighting stance. Ginny wasn't scared, she had only seen one Muggle movie, but it had a good way to protect herself. So she stood in a mock-martial arts position and yelled "Tiger Claw!" Her hands had been put into a position for palm thrusts, so as Dung blocked the thrusts, she too aimed for the sensitive area. Then she followed with a knee to Dung's face. The knee however was totally unnecessary as Dung, having twice been attacked in a very sensitive area, was on the floor near tears.
As he slowly inched toward the door, he cried out, "Tonks!" then he fixed his voice so it was a little lower than that of a screaming Malfoy and tried again, "Tonks!"
When Tonks came in the door and saw Dung starting to stand up, holding himself in pain, she couldn't help but laugh. Soon the girls joined in the laughter too. But nary a man laughed at this. Neither Ron nor Harry was dumb enough, plus they had that "Guy-Empathy" working. The case in where one guy gets struck in the groin and every man inside a one-block radius feels a little bit of it. He managed to squeak out, "You are teaching the girls." Then he turned to the other students, "Class dismissed. Winky! I need an ice-pack!"
The students walked out. Hermione and Ginny asked the boys if it really hurt as bad as Dung made it look. They only nodded emphatically. Harry suddenly noticed that Hermione was wearing her necklace, which was glowing. Every so often he noticed, it would glow just a little bit brighter. What he didn't know was that those were the moments she was either thinking of Harry, or stealing her own glances at him. They walked to the kitchen where Winky was snickering at Dung's situation. They were trying to figure out if Dumbledore was Sirius about learning wandless spell casting.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
poor Dung! By the way: boocoo points to those who can tell me where I got Ginny and Hermione's "Fighting Style"
This will get more complicated as things move on. Expect more shipieness to develop between all those I have set in place, expect obscenely large logic problems, and some more take offs of different things. I hope you all enjoy.
Oh, Himura-Sensei called Dumbledore something odd; Arubusu-Chan. This is what my Japanese instructor would have called the "Japan-ized" form of Albus. Also the "Chan" suffix denotes a close personal friend. I think he also called Harry "Hari-san" again, same story with the mutation of the name. the "San" suffix is simply the equivalent of Mr. or Mrs.