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Chapter 7
Harry Potter ducked under the sword slash that would have taken off his head. He blocked another attack before he leapt backwards in a somersault to land a few feet away. He managed to catch his breath before his opponent leapt at him again. He managed to block the next few attacks before a particularly vicious one knocked his double-ended sword from his hands. Unarmed now he delved into the force of the Teräs Käsi and used it to push the man back. He then launched into a series of kicks and punches. They were mostly blocked and the few that weren't didn't do much to the large man. Suddenly Harry was swept off his feet. The man really was incredibly fast, especially for his size. Harry went down hard. Then he took an extremely painful kick in the side, which sent him flying across the room to slam into the wall. Rage filled him. Kingsley told him that to be the best he had to empty himself of emotion. The Way of the Blade could not be achieved through anger. It was the surrendering of control to the instincts. No thinking just acting. Harry could do it fine when practising by himself but when training with Kingsley his anger always got the better of him. He felt his anger boil up inside of him. He used the Teräs Käsi to summon his sword, and then he leapt forth in a series of blistering attacks. They were hard and fast. Kingsley was hard pressed to block them. Harry could feel his anger guiding him, helping him. Kingsley felt it too. The Darkside was strong in Harry. Harry thought he had this fight won when suddenly Kingsley disappeared in a flutter of dark robes. Harry knew he was still in the room. He was just moving incredibly fast. Harry was stunned. Suddenly Harry felt a shimmer in the surrounding forces and spun just in time to block a huge slam that would have halved him down the middle. The force of the blow caused Harry's two blades to come apart. With no time to put them back together Harry attacked again with what he thought were fast and powerful attacks. Kingsley slapped them away like they were flies. He came in fast and stabbed Harry in the stomach. Harry fell to his knees. He was winded. Kingsley had hit him in the gut with the hilt of his sword. The blow was extremely powerful and Harry struggled to breath.
"Come on, you've gotta open your lungs."
Kingsley pushed him onto his back and pulled his arms over his head.
"Breath now."
Harry struggled at first. Then air burst into his lungs. He coughed a bit then sat up. He was sweating buckets and his breathing was laboured. He looked up at the Kingsley. The man looked as though he had gone for an afternoon stroll.
Harry saw Dumbledore come over from where he was watching on the side of the room. It had been five days since the attack on Harry and he was incredibly tired. He had been training almost constantly. He had been training physically with Kingsley and magically with Mad-Eye. Harry had considered himself above average when it came to duelling and defence; considering he had escaped the clutches of Voldemort several times. Now he realised how big of a factor luck was. Harry had nothing on these guys. Usually they toyed with him. On occasion they would go all out and a few seconds later Harry would be on the ground. The only occasions that Harry had actually come close to winning was when he 'cheated' and used his Raw Magic. He was considerably much more powerful than the other two magically but they had forbid him from using it during their training sessions. They reckoned that because Harry was extremely powerful with Raw Magic he didn't need to train it. They wanted him to concentrate on his other skills.
"Harry," he looked at the old man who had spoken, "you mustn't give in to your anger. Anger leads to the darkside."
Harry nodded. He knew this. They were always telling him this.
"You may rest now. Take the rest of the day and tomorrow off."
Harry nodded again. He stood up then and made his way out the door.
"What do you think Albus?"
"I don't know. Somehow he has been able to survive the attacks from Voldemort and the Sith but against you and Alastor he is no match. It is very puzzling."
"And what of the Darkside. It is strong in him."
"Yes, he has suffered much, but the Lightside is strong in him as well. Clouded by the Darkside his future is. Much there is we do not know."
Dumbledore sighed. "Train him we must. Need to have hope will we."
Harry trudged up the stairs towards the Astronomy Tower. He didn't want to go back to Gryffindor Tower. Ever. He didn't want to be in this place. He didn't want to be in this world. He got to the top of the tower. The highest tower in Hogwarts. He walked to the edge and looked over. He thought about how much easier everything would be if he jumped. No worries. No Voldemort. No school. No nothing. The thought appealed to him more than anything. He sat down and looked over the grounds. He couldn't do it. First he had to beat Voldemort. And he didn't want to leave Tonks. He had seen her only a couple of times during the past five days and only for a few minutes each time. It wasn't much but Harry would take whatever he was given. She was the only reason he was here right now. She had asked him to stay and he would. He stood up again and looked around him. The top of the tower was flat and only about 5 feet by 5 feet. He stood on the very edge. He looked up towards the sky. It started to rain. It was really pouring down. Harry was soaked. He felt the rain wash over his face. Then he powered up. He released his Raw Magic. It exploded around him and lifted him a few feet up into the air.
He yelled up at the sky. Releasing more of his magic. His power expanded around him. A gigantic ball of pure, golden energy. He floated up a few more feet. The rain no longer touched him. He screamed his frustrations and his hatred out. His power expanded again and he felt it grow more and more. The ball of energy was gigantic and it pushed away the storm. Then Harry stopped and the storm slowly returned. He sat down and lay back. His eyes closed and the fatigue washed over him. He fell asleep in the storm.
The next morning Harry awoke on a soft bed. This was a surprise. He was sure he had fallen asleep on top of the tower. Then he felt the body next to him. It was a blonde girl of about twenty years. He didn't recognise her but he knew who it was. Tonks. He leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Mornin'" she yawned.
"Hey." Harry answered. "I can't believe I slept with you and only slept."
She laughed. "I know, it's mad. But I didn't want to wake you."
"Too bad. Could've been fun."
She got sly look on her face. "It still can be."
She moved her face close to his and kissed him. "Happy Birthday." She whispered. Then she disappeared under the covers.
An hour later Harry and Tonks lay in bed resting.
"I suppose we should get up now."
She lifted Harry's wrist and looked at his watch. It was half past twelve.
"Looks like we're late for your surprise party."
Harry raised his eyebrow at this. "It was Molly's idea. They invited a lotta people."
Harry sighed but didn't get up. "Just another thirty minutes." Harry grinned slyly. Tonks returned the grin and Harry rolled over on top of her.
Suddenly the room to the dorm burst open and Fred and George came in.
"Harry mate,"
"Holy shit..."
The twins stopped and stared at Harry and the strange blonde girl in his bed. With him. Naked!!
"Harry" one started.
"Please, introduce us,"
"To this fine specimen,"
"You have here."
Harry glared at the two guys. Talk about ruining his fun. He looked back at Tonks. She was grinning. She stretched her arms behind her head and gave the twins a flash of her tits. Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to the twins. Their jaws were resting on the floor.
"Could you give us a sec' guys?"
He turned back to Tonks. "Whaddya think? Reckon' we can have another go?"
Harry just laughed and got up. Tonks pouted at him. "Pwetty, pwetty pwease?"
Harry laughed again and threw her bra at her.
"Get up."
When they were both up and dressed they went down to the common room. Fred and George were there waiting. As the two entered they shot out of their chairs and over to each side of Tonks.
"Hello beautiful,"
"How would you like,"
"An upgrade from,"
"Boy to men."
They grinned at her. She looked at them shyly.
"Well, I don't know if you boy's could do it for me. You see Harry's got a very big sword." She said sword very suggestively.
The twins looked back to Harry who had his swords out. One at each twins back. The boys yelped and leapt forward. Harry and Tonks burst out laughing. The twins just glared. Suddenly Tonks' hair changed to purple. The twins gaped.
"Harry,"
"You're,"
"Doing,"
"Tonks?"
Harry laughed. "Damn right." He wrapped his arm around her and they walked out the portrait hole.
The two twins could barely string together a sentence.
"Fuck,"
"In,"
"Hell."
Harry and Tonks walked down towards the Great Hall. As they came to the doors of the Great Hall they could hear lots of voices and what was unmistakeably a party. He and Tonks walked in the door. Mad-Eye Moody was standing nearest the entrance and was the first to see the couple.
"Hey, surprise! Happy Birthday Potter."
Even turned to look and there was a chorus of obviously unrehearsed 'surprise's and 'happy birthday's. Harry looked around at the people he knew. They were his friends. His family. He smiled. It was a party. For him. There were all sorts of foods; there were drinks and a table that held a huge pile of presents.
Tonks wrapped her arm around his waist and kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday." Then she wandered off and left Harry to his friends.
"Harry!" Suddenly a red head and a brunette mobbed him. Hermione and Ginny wrapped him in a tight hug.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, but do I know you two?"
Hermione and Ginny looked at him quizzically. "What are you talking about Harry? It's me Hermione and Ginny. Your friends." She spoke slowly, as if he was a small child.
Harry just smiled. "But the Ginny and Hermione I know aren't incredibly hot like you two."
Both girls giggled and blushed.
"Happy Birthday." They chorused and both kissed him on his cheeks.
"Yeah, what do I get? A lap dance?"
Both girls blushed again. "Oh shut up, your presents are over there." Hermione pointed to a large pile on a table in the centre of the room.
Harry was shocked at the size of pile. There were all shapes and sizes of things.
"Wow, that's a lotta shit."
Harry wandered around chatting amiably with all the guests. He was surprised by the amount of people who had shown up. Most he knew but there were lots he didn't. There was even a group of people all wanting him to endorse all sorts of crazy products. Brooms, robes, action figures (he thought that was cool) and even underwear (weirdoes).
He managed to eat heaps and was rather content. This being his first birthday party he wasn't all too sure what to do. Then he spotted a certain blonde Slytherin standing alone in a corner. He wandered over to Draco.
"Malfoy," he growled, "came to ruin my party I see."
Draco sneered back. "Come now Potter it wouldn't be a party without me."
They both started snigger. They slapped hands and Harry spoke.
"What the hell are doing here? How did you even get in?"
"Well you being the sole heir to the Black fortune and all that makes us cousins. Or something. And of course family is always invited to birthday parties."
Harry laughed. "This party sucks ay?"
"Hell yeah it does. Let's get outta here."
Harry and Draco both slunk out the doors of the Great Hall then out into the open. The walked down the drive toward the gates.
"Come on birthday boy, let's go down to Hogsmeade and get pissed."
Harry laughed and followed along. As they walked along they saw a certain tall red head at the gates.
"Oh the great. It's the Weasel."
The reached and Harry could see he was in a bad mood.
"Hey Ron. How's it?"
"Fuck you traitor. You because you have all the money in the world you can do want you want. Fuck you. Off with your rich death eater friend, ay? Too good for the rest of us, ay? Well I don't need you, mister perfect pretty boy Potter so go to hell."
Draco looked at Harry.
"You know what Weasel..." But Harry cut him off.
"Fuck you and your jealousy shit Ron. I don't need it. I got bigger things to worry about. Bitch."
Ron exploded. He launched at Harry trying to take his head off with a huge right hook. Harry easily blocked the hit and pulled a gun from its holster and jammed it into the redhead's ribs. Ron flinched in pain.
"You know what this is, Weasley? It's a muggle wand. That's right a muggle wand. Unfortunately it can only cast one spell. The killing curse. Now you back up and fuck up."
Ron gulped and moved away slowly. Harry kept the gun trained on him.
"Now get the fuck outta here bitch."
Ron turned and ran back up to the castle. Harry and Draco cracked up laughing and continued down to Hogsmeade.
"You know, that was fucking awesome Potter."
Harry just laughed at his mate as went off to get pissed.
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It was around four thirty in the morning when Harry and Draco stumbled back up the drive towards the castle. They were stone drunk and couldn't keep from laughing at nothing in particular. Harry's celebrity status really could get him anything he wanted. They shushed each other as they got to the front doors and then cracked up again. They slowly pushed open one of the doors, sniggering all the way. They stepped inside and closed the door behind them.
"Boys..."
Both boys spun around at the growling of a certain mad-eyed ex-auror. They were both scared now. Moody really was a moody son of a bitch.
"Been out for a drink have you?"
They both nodded slowly. Then Moody pulled a large bottle and some glasses.
"Care to join me? It's my own brew."
The boys smiled and nodded, following Moody into an empty class and sat down to drink.
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A/N What can I say I don't like Ron. Thanks for the reviews everyone.
Like it tell me, don't like it then fuck off.
Chapter 7
Harry Potter ducked under the sword slash that would have taken off his head. He blocked another attack before he leapt backwards in a somersault to land a few feet away. He managed to catch his breath before his opponent leapt at him again. He managed to block the next few attacks before a particularly vicious one knocked his double-ended sword from his hands. Unarmed now he delved into the force of the Teräs Käsi and used it to push the man back. He then launched into a series of kicks and punches. They were mostly blocked and the few that weren't didn't do much to the large man. Suddenly Harry was swept off his feet. The man really was incredibly fast, especially for his size. Harry went down hard. Then he took an extremely painful kick in the side, which sent him flying across the room to slam into the wall. Rage filled him. Kingsley told him that to be the best he had to empty himself of emotion. The Way of the Blade could not be achieved through anger. It was the surrendering of control to the instincts. No thinking just acting. Harry could do it fine when practising by himself but when training with Kingsley his anger always got the better of him. He felt his anger boil up inside of him. He used the Teräs Käsi to summon his sword, and then he leapt forth in a series of blistering attacks. They were hard and fast. Kingsley was hard pressed to block them. Harry could feel his anger guiding him, helping him. Kingsley felt it too. The Darkside was strong in Harry. Harry thought he had this fight won when suddenly Kingsley disappeared in a flutter of dark robes. Harry knew he was still in the room. He was just moving incredibly fast. Harry was stunned. Suddenly Harry felt a shimmer in the surrounding forces and spun just in time to block a huge slam that would have halved him down the middle. The force of the blow caused Harry's two blades to come apart. With no time to put them back together Harry attacked again with what he thought were fast and powerful attacks. Kingsley slapped them away like they were flies. He came in fast and stabbed Harry in the stomach. Harry fell to his knees. He was winded. Kingsley had hit him in the gut with the hilt of his sword. The blow was extremely powerful and Harry struggled to breath.
"Come on, you've gotta open your lungs."
Kingsley pushed him onto his back and pulled his arms over his head.
"Breath now."
Harry struggled at first. Then air burst into his lungs. He coughed a bit then sat up. He was sweating buckets and his breathing was laboured. He looked up at the Kingsley. The man looked as though he had gone for an afternoon stroll.
Harry saw Dumbledore come over from where he was watching on the side of the room. It had been five days since the attack on Harry and he was incredibly tired. He had been training almost constantly. He had been training physically with Kingsley and magically with Mad-Eye. Harry had considered himself above average when it came to duelling and defence; considering he had escaped the clutches of Voldemort several times. Now he realised how big of a factor luck was. Harry had nothing on these guys. Usually they toyed with him. On occasion they would go all out and a few seconds later Harry would be on the ground. The only occasions that Harry had actually come close to winning was when he 'cheated' and used his Raw Magic. He was considerably much more powerful than the other two magically but they had forbid him from using it during their training sessions. They reckoned that because Harry was extremely powerful with Raw Magic he didn't need to train it. They wanted him to concentrate on his other skills.
"Harry," he looked at the old man who had spoken, "you mustn't give in to your anger. Anger leads to the darkside."
Harry nodded. He knew this. They were always telling him this.
"You may rest now. Take the rest of the day and tomorrow off."
Harry nodded again. He stood up then and made his way out the door.
"What do you think Albus?"
"I don't know. Somehow he has been able to survive the attacks from Voldemort and the Sith but against you and Alastor he is no match. It is very puzzling."
"And what of the Darkside. It is strong in him."
"Yes, he has suffered much, but the Lightside is strong in him as well. Clouded by the Darkside his future is. Much there is we do not know."
Dumbledore sighed. "Train him we must. Need to have hope will we."
Harry trudged up the stairs towards the Astronomy Tower. He didn't want to go back to Gryffindor Tower. Ever. He didn't want to be in this place. He didn't want to be in this world. He got to the top of the tower. The highest tower in Hogwarts. He walked to the edge and looked over. He thought about how much easier everything would be if he jumped. No worries. No Voldemort. No school. No nothing. The thought appealed to him more than anything. He sat down and looked over the grounds. He couldn't do it. First he had to beat Voldemort. And he didn't want to leave Tonks. He had seen her only a couple of times during the past five days and only for a few minutes each time. It wasn't much but Harry would take whatever he was given. She was the only reason he was here right now. She had asked him to stay and he would. He stood up again and looked around him. The top of the tower was flat and only about 5 feet by 5 feet. He stood on the very edge. He looked up towards the sky. It started to rain. It was really pouring down. Harry was soaked. He felt the rain wash over his face. Then he powered up. He released his Raw Magic. It exploded around him and lifted him a few feet up into the air.
He yelled up at the sky. Releasing more of his magic. His power expanded around him. A gigantic ball of pure, golden energy. He floated up a few more feet. The rain no longer touched him. He screamed his frustrations and his hatred out. His power expanded again and he felt it grow more and more. The ball of energy was gigantic and it pushed away the storm. Then Harry stopped and the storm slowly returned. He sat down and lay back. His eyes closed and the fatigue washed over him. He fell asleep in the storm.
The next morning Harry awoke on a soft bed. This was a surprise. He was sure he had fallen asleep on top of the tower. Then he felt the body next to him. It was a blonde girl of about twenty years. He didn't recognise her but he knew who it was. Tonks. He leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Mornin'" she yawned.
"Hey." Harry answered. "I can't believe I slept with you and only slept."
She laughed. "I know, it's mad. But I didn't want to wake you."
"Too bad. Could've been fun."
She got sly look on her face. "It still can be."
She moved her face close to his and kissed him. "Happy Birthday." She whispered. Then she disappeared under the covers.
An hour later Harry and Tonks lay in bed resting.
"I suppose we should get up now."
She lifted Harry's wrist and looked at his watch. It was half past twelve.
"Looks like we're late for your surprise party."
Harry raised his eyebrow at this. "It was Molly's idea. They invited a lotta people."
Harry sighed but didn't get up. "Just another thirty minutes." Harry grinned slyly. Tonks returned the grin and Harry rolled over on top of her.
Suddenly the room to the dorm burst open and Fred and George came in.
"Harry mate,"
"Holy shit..."
The twins stopped and stared at Harry and the strange blonde girl in his bed. With him. Naked!!
"Harry" one started.
"Please, introduce us,"
"To this fine specimen,"
"You have here."
Harry glared at the two guys. Talk about ruining his fun. He looked back at Tonks. She was grinning. She stretched her arms behind her head and gave the twins a flash of her tits. Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to the twins. Their jaws were resting on the floor.
"Could you give us a sec' guys?"
He turned back to Tonks. "Whaddya think? Reckon' we can have another go?"
Harry just laughed and got up. Tonks pouted at him. "Pwetty, pwetty pwease?"
Harry laughed again and threw her bra at her.
"Get up."
When they were both up and dressed they went down to the common room. Fred and George were there waiting. As the two entered they shot out of their chairs and over to each side of Tonks.
"Hello beautiful,"
"How would you like,"
"An upgrade from,"
"Boy to men."
They grinned at her. She looked at them shyly.
"Well, I don't know if you boy's could do it for me. You see Harry's got a very big sword." She said sword very suggestively.
The twins looked back to Harry who had his swords out. One at each twins back. The boys yelped and leapt forward. Harry and Tonks burst out laughing. The twins just glared. Suddenly Tonks' hair changed to purple. The twins gaped.
"Harry,"
"You're,"
"Doing,"
"Tonks?"
Harry laughed. "Damn right." He wrapped his arm around her and they walked out the portrait hole.
The two twins could barely string together a sentence.
"Fuck,"
"In,"
"Hell."
Harry and Tonks walked down towards the Great Hall. As they came to the doors of the Great Hall they could hear lots of voices and what was unmistakeably a party. He and Tonks walked in the door. Mad-Eye Moody was standing nearest the entrance and was the first to see the couple.
"Hey, surprise! Happy Birthday Potter."
Even turned to look and there was a chorus of obviously unrehearsed 'surprise's and 'happy birthday's. Harry looked around at the people he knew. They were his friends. His family. He smiled. It was a party. For him. There were all sorts of foods; there were drinks and a table that held a huge pile of presents.
Tonks wrapped her arm around his waist and kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday." Then she wandered off and left Harry to his friends.
"Harry!" Suddenly a red head and a brunette mobbed him. Hermione and Ginny wrapped him in a tight hug.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, but do I know you two?"
Hermione and Ginny looked at him quizzically. "What are you talking about Harry? It's me Hermione and Ginny. Your friends." She spoke slowly, as if he was a small child.
Harry just smiled. "But the Ginny and Hermione I know aren't incredibly hot like you two."
Both girls giggled and blushed.
"Happy Birthday." They chorused and both kissed him on his cheeks.
"Yeah, what do I get? A lap dance?"
Both girls blushed again. "Oh shut up, your presents are over there." Hermione pointed to a large pile on a table in the centre of the room.
Harry was shocked at the size of pile. There were all shapes and sizes of things.
"Wow, that's a lotta shit."
Harry wandered around chatting amiably with all the guests. He was surprised by the amount of people who had shown up. Most he knew but there were lots he didn't. There was even a group of people all wanting him to endorse all sorts of crazy products. Brooms, robes, action figures (he thought that was cool) and even underwear (weirdoes).
He managed to eat heaps and was rather content. This being his first birthday party he wasn't all too sure what to do. Then he spotted a certain blonde Slytherin standing alone in a corner. He wandered over to Draco.
"Malfoy," he growled, "came to ruin my party I see."
Draco sneered back. "Come now Potter it wouldn't be a party without me."
They both started snigger. They slapped hands and Harry spoke.
"What the hell are doing here? How did you even get in?"
"Well you being the sole heir to the Black fortune and all that makes us cousins. Or something. And of course family is always invited to birthday parties."
Harry laughed. "This party sucks ay?"
"Hell yeah it does. Let's get outta here."
Harry and Draco both slunk out the doors of the Great Hall then out into the open. The walked down the drive toward the gates.
"Come on birthday boy, let's go down to Hogsmeade and get pissed."
Harry laughed and followed along. As they walked along they saw a certain tall red head at the gates.
"Oh the great. It's the Weasel."
The reached and Harry could see he was in a bad mood.
"Hey Ron. How's it?"
"Fuck you traitor. You because you have all the money in the world you can do want you want. Fuck you. Off with your rich death eater friend, ay? Too good for the rest of us, ay? Well I don't need you, mister perfect pretty boy Potter so go to hell."
Draco looked at Harry.
"You know what Weasel..." But Harry cut him off.
"Fuck you and your jealousy shit Ron. I don't need it. I got bigger things to worry about. Bitch."
Ron exploded. He launched at Harry trying to take his head off with a huge right hook. Harry easily blocked the hit and pulled a gun from its holster and jammed it into the redhead's ribs. Ron flinched in pain.
"You know what this is, Weasley? It's a muggle wand. That's right a muggle wand. Unfortunately it can only cast one spell. The killing curse. Now you back up and fuck up."
Ron gulped and moved away slowly. Harry kept the gun trained on him.
"Now get the fuck outta here bitch."
Ron turned and ran back up to the castle. Harry and Draco cracked up laughing and continued down to Hogsmeade.
"You know, that was fucking awesome Potter."
Harry just laughed at his mate as went off to get pissed.
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It was around four thirty in the morning when Harry and Draco stumbled back up the drive towards the castle. They were stone drunk and couldn't keep from laughing at nothing in particular. Harry's celebrity status really could get him anything he wanted. They shushed each other as they got to the front doors and then cracked up again. They slowly pushed open one of the doors, sniggering all the way. They stepped inside and closed the door behind them.
"Boys..."
Both boys spun around at the growling of a certain mad-eyed ex-auror. They were both scared now. Moody really was a moody son of a bitch.
"Been out for a drink have you?"
They both nodded slowly. Then Moody pulled a large bottle and some glasses.
"Care to join me? It's my own brew."
The boys smiled and nodded, following Moody into an empty class and sat down to drink.
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A/N What can I say I don't like Ron. Thanks for the reviews everyone.
Like it tell me, don't like it then fuck off.
