A/N: Hey, me again! Still no reviews but I'll keep posting as chapters come to me. I just read the story "Wings" by tris2, awesome story; check the link in my favorite stories page if you wanna check it out. I suggest you do.

Harry Potter and the Sword of Kuan Ti

Chapter Two

Enter: Ginny

Harry had been here for what felt like years, Myr had educated him in all forms of swordplay. Eastern, western, and even a form very few wizards knew called the sword mage. Myr had also given him the wizarding equivalent of contacts, making his glasses useless, Myr had said it was so he wasn't stopping to push up his glasses every five seconds in training sessions. Between Myr's rigorous training schedule and Harry's already lean frame he had gotten much bigger, Harry was still only sixteen though he looked like he was twenty. He had grown a few more inches, topping off at 6' 2"; he had also put on a lot more muscle. Today was Harry's last day of training; Myr swore that only about a minute had passed in Harry's world and that the only thing he missed was Sirius, Ginny's owl, had flown home.

"Kid!" Harry heard the familiar voice of his teacher calling to him from the other side of the door.

"Yeah?" he asked, grinning at his friend's exasperated voice as he opened the door.

"What did I tell you about the training dummies?" Myr asked, looking up into Harry's deep green eyes.

"To repair them when I was done?" He said, faking ignorance.

"That's right, and what do you think I just found in the training chamber?" said Myr, trying to keep his voice even.

"I don't know, a pack of chocolate frogs with Agrippa? You know he's the only one I'm missing." stated Harry, suppressing a grin.

"NO! You thrice bedamned little heathen! I found ten dummies with their Merlin-damned innards strewn everywhere!" Myr was a few heartbeats away from a coronary, Harry noticed and calmed the little man down.

"I just did it to set you off, you know that. I'll fix it before I leave." Harry said with a smirk.

Myr took a few deep breaths,

"You better." he said calmly, walking to Harry's cot and sitting. "Leaving today, huh?" he asked sadly.

"Yeah, I've finished my training. I know my sword inside and out, better than the back of my hand." Harry raised a hand for effect.

"You know everything except where it came from, Harry." said Myr seriously, "Sit down, it's about time I told you."

Harry obeyed and sat on the floor looking at his friend and mentor for the past year.

"Something bad happened with it, didn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, Harry, Your sword is called the Sword of Kuan Ti. Kuan Ti was an ancient Chinese god whose sect came to power in the Manchu dynasty. The sword was given to the high priest of Kuan Ti by the master sword smith under me at the time Masamune. I made this sword for doing justice, Harry, but it corrupted the priest's mind. He used it to overthrow the emperor and started a reign of terror. When he was finally killed in battle the sword returned to me." Myr looked concerned. "That's why I trained you to use it right, Harry, because the same can happen to you if you are careless."

Harry thought he was sounding like someone from that muggle movie Dudley watched all the time, what was it called? Star Wars?

"Don't worry, my friend," Harry said as he stood and grabbed his sword and the new sheath and large bag full of clothes provided for him. "I can take care of myself."

"I hope so, kid." Myr said. "Well, it's time for you to go home, just know Harry. It's been a pleasure working with you this past year." Myr smiled at him, like a father smiles at his son leaving home for good.

"I'll see you around, Myr." Harry said with a smirk.

"No, kid, you won't." There was a flash of blinding white light and Harry found himself standing in the middle of his room at the Dursley's, he looked over at the digital clock on his dresser. The digital display showed what Harry had been waiting for all year.

12:01

He had been sixteen for exactly one minute. Just then two Hogwarts owls flew through his bedroom window, dropping a very heavy looking package. Harry thanked them and gave them one of Hedwig's owl treats each.

He opened the package and the usual letter fell out, it was a bit heavier than last year. He opened the seal and saw Professor McGonagall's familiar writing.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Due to a grievous error last year and the recent light of certain events in the wizarding world, we at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry present you with the prefect's badge you deserve. Your fellow prefects Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger will brief you along with the new fifth year prefects on the Hogwart's Express on September 1st. You will find the books you will need for your NEWT study classes on the adjoining page.

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

P.S.

Congratulations Harry.

Harry was ecstatic, to say the least. He dumped the envelope into his hand and found the same badge Ron and Hermione got last year.

"Hedwig, I made prefect!" he said a little too loudly, because he heard Uncle Vernon grunt in the other room. Hedwig hooted approvingly.

Harry looked in the package there was another letter, from Hagrid.

Dear Harry,

Sirius left this in my possession before he passed. I think he wanted you to have it when you got old enough.

I'll see you when you get back. I've been worried about you.

Hagrid

Harry smiled at his large friend's letter, he had dealt with Sirius' death during his stay with Myr. He had to overcome his fears and doubts to wield the blade, and had taken three months to do it. He found a trench coat that fit him perfectly and some enchanted sunglasses that when he put them on everything was sharper and stood out more than before. He reached his hands into the pockets and found a small slip of parchment. It had Sirius' scrawl on it.

Harry,

If you are reading this that means you have grown up, I am sure you are a fine man and I am very proud of you. Your father was like my brother and I know you miss him. I do, too. Just know that in the few short years I've known you, you have become like a son to me. I love you Harry, and I always will. No matter where I am I'll be watching over you.

Love,

Sirius

A tear rolled down Harry's cheek. He missed Sirius, but this letter confirmed what he had thought. Sirius was proud of him, and was looking out for him. He smiled and took of the coat and settled down on his bed for the last time. Harry knew he would never come back to this place. The thought of living in his own apartment with Ron and Hermione next year soothed him into a peaceful sleep, then Ginny entered his mind, Harry missed her terribly. But why? She was just his friend.

Wasn't she?

***

The bright blue summer sky radiated warmth onto the small alleyway in the middle of muggle London. Many people were rushing around, getting ready for the new school year. A small group of girls weaved through the crowd and stopped their busy shopping trip to sit at a table outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Ginny Weasley talked and laughed with her friends but her mind was on something, someone else. 'Harry said he'd be here today.' she thought to herself, 'but I haven't seen him, yet.'

"Ginny!" Hermione almost yelled, snapping Ginny out of her thoughts.

"Huh?" she asked her friend.

"Ginny, you've been acting weird all day, what's wrong?" Luna asked.

"That's the cauldron calling the kettle black." Ginny said under her breath. Ginny had filled out a lot over the summer, she had grown to about 5' 6" and had a lithe body that most girls her age would kill for. Her hair was still the same fiery red but it was accentuated with golden highlights that Hermione had put in the night before. Hermione hadn't changed much, but she usually hid her form under layers of clothes and books. And Luna, well, Luna was just... Luna.

Ginny looked around again, hoping to spot Harry, but her eyes fell on a hot guy that looked about four years older than her, He was tall, about the same height as her brother, maybe an inch or so shorter, with the broad shoulders of an athlete. His arms were well defined, but not heavily muscled, his tee shirt stretched tight across his chest and his form fitting black jeans showed off his great legs. His raven black hair lay in an unruly tangle with several errant spikes falling over his forehead. He was far enough so Ginny couldn't get a good look at his face, but his features were sharp, chiseled.

'Bloody hell,' she thought, 'I hope Harry looks like that some day.' She grinned at her comment and went back to her ice cream. Harry was perfect the way he was, she was still head of heels for him. But she knew he would never love her.

"Excuse me ladies, but I was wondering if I could come sit with you." Ginny looked up at the voice, it sounded so familiar, but it came from the hottie she had seen earlier. He was at their table. She grinned sheepishly at him, not knowing what to say. Hermione was the first to speak up.

"Harry?" she said slowly. What was she talking about, this guy wasn't Harry. Was he?

"Hi, Hermione." He said with a grin. Then he looked over at Ginny, his deep green eyes we sparkling in the daylight.

"Hey, Gin." he said, the words made her melt. So she said the first thing that came to her mind.

"Uh-huh."

A/N

Hope you liked this one, might be the last one for a few weeks. Sorry, but to all my loyal fans, I'll be back. To those of you who don't care, ouch. Really, it hurts.

It's all right I love you all. Thanks for reading. Check back for more hot Harry/Ginny action. I might even throw in some Ron/Hermione or maybe some Draco/Hermione.

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