Summary: Harry just lost his godfather and Dumbledore sends him to some one for help.
Disclaimer: I am a poor person who owns nothing you recognize from J K Rowling's books. I do own Marion, East Cape and all its inhabitants, and one very old bag of skittles.
Harry Potter was lying on his bed at 1 privet drive. It was once again his birthday. Already he had gotten gifts and letters from his friends in the wizarding world (a book about quidditch teams from Hermione, among other things) and absolutely no recognition of his 17th birthday from his aunt and uncle. But what he wanted most was for Sirius to be here. He could see the clear blue sky through his window but it didn't do a thing to lighten his mood.
Suddenly he heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. He got out of bed just in time to see two young women heading to his front door. They certainly didn't look like people the Dursleys knew. He hurried to the top of the stairs.
The bell rang. Harry could hear his uncle grumbling about sales people. Opening the door, he took one look at the two women and said, " Whatever it is you're selling, we don't want it." and he shut the door. Or at least he tried to. The shorter woman stopped him.
"We aren't selling anything. We've come to se Harry Potter."
"Not here," Uncle Vernon said quickly.
"Yes I am," Harry called and he ran down the stairs, ignoring the look his uncle gave him. "I am Harry," he said when he reached the door.
Now he could see the women more clearly. It was almost like looking at two opposites. They both had fair skin and a colored band on their right arm but that was where the similarities ended.
"I am the Warrior Marion Fiezen," said the first one. She was tall. Just over six feet. She was skinny, with pale skin, curly chestnut hair that was cropped just below the chin and her gray eyes seemed to pierce him. Marion had wasn't all that pretty but she had a magnetic quality that made you look twice.
"And this is the Warrior Gwen Fiebryan," Marion gestured at her companion. Marion may not have been pretty but Gwen was almost beautiful. In spite of the fact that she was short and rather stocky she seemed to glow. Her smile stood out against a tan face and it made he blue eyes sparkle. Gwen definitely had long hair. Harry couldn't tell how long because it was braided into a crown on her head.
Each of the women reached to shake hands with him. As they did so he noticed that they both had hard calluses on their palms and a lot of small scars on their hands. They also had firm grips. Marion nearly crushed his hand.
"Why don't you come in?" he asked.
"Harry are these," Uncle Vernon paused to think of a word, "women friends of yours?" Harry turned to look at his uncle, hearing all the implications of what he said. Now his aunt and Dudley stood beside Vernon.
"I only just met them."
"Of course he doesn't know us," Gwen said. "We're Warriors, from East Cape. Not witches."
So that was what they were. Harry had heard tales of the Warriors. That explained the bands they wore on their arms as well. All Warriors wore the band on their arm. Different colors meant the different ranks. Marion was wearing a blue band and Gwen had on a green one but he didn't know which meant which.
"We have a letter for you Harry," Marion said. "It's form Professor Dumbledore." She handed him a sealed envelope. Breaking the seal, Harry pulled out the letter and read.
Dear Harry,
I have sent this letter in care of two Warriors because I want you to spend
the rest of the summer at East Cape. I think it would be good for you to learn
Swordplay, riding, swimming and generally how to defend yourself without magic.
It may come in useful.
You will go with the Warriors Marion and Gwen who accompanying this
Letter. Bring all of your Hogwarts things. Ten days before the start of term Ron
and Hermione will join you. On August 28th you will all go back to the burrow
until school starts.
Make sure that it is the real Marion. It is possible that someone would
impersonate her but I do not think it likely. It is difficult to impersonate a Warrior.
In order to make sure, ask her what the runes on her sword mean. She should
respond: Fight Well, Die Hard.
I hope you will enjoy your stay at East Cape. I feel certain you will.
Sincerely,
Dumbledore
Harry looked up at the two Warriors. "I'm going to East Cape?"
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