A/N At long last the great Jayden has returned to the pen. My mind is fresh with new ideas and I will be updateing a lot more frequently now. I have found a way around my step-mother's tyrannical rule of the computer and will be updateing from a school computer. This chapter goes to everyone who will continue to read about Harry's adventures until they are old and grey, and to my English teacher Mrs. G for showing a little faith in a student.
Harry Potter and the Sword of Kuan Ti
Chapter Five
Steel at Midnight
Harry had spend the last three hours telling Hermione and Ron everything; Din's Forge, his training and the dream. At first Ron was reluctant to hear Harry at all, but Hermione's overwhelming curiousity got the better of her and she pleaded with Ron to sit and listen. After awhile his friends began to stare wide eyed as Harry regaled his tale, then Harry told the about the sword. "Oh, Harry," Hermione said quietly. "it's dangerous, this thing could get you killed."
"If it defeats Voldemort then it's a chance I'm going to have to take, Hermione." Harry said stoically.
"I still don't get the reason why it made you turn on me." Ron said quietly.
"Don't you see, Ron?" said Hermione, standing up and gestureing excitedly. "It feeds off emotion; whenever Harry has a strong felling, like anger, it lashes out at his mind. That's why this Myr fellow wanted Harry to rid himself of fear before he picked up the sword, it's an emotion that the sword can take advantage of." Hermione acctually made sense. The sword fed off his emotions.
"So, what now, Hermione. Harry has to be completely emotionless when he uses this thing? It can't be done!" Ron said, Harry could see the beginnings of another arguement. Hermione wisely took herself out of the equation before Ron heated up. "I'm going to go check on Ginny." she said, standing up from the couch. Ron watched her make her way to the stairs and disappear before saying, "Harry, that reminds me, what did you say to her."
"I told her I had feelings for her and she lost it, talking some rubbish about how she was over me and somesuch." Harry said glancing up at the roof.
"Bloody hell..." said Ron.
"Yeah I know, mate, I-" But Ron cut him off.
"Harry, she never got over you mate." Ron said seriously.
"What?" asked Harry, looking at his friend disbelievingly.
"She's putting you on, mate, either that or trying to convince herself she doesn't love you." said Ron looking down.
"You sure about this, mate?" Harry asked imploringly. Ron grinned and slapped Harry on the back.
"Harry, I might try to convince myself otherwise, but you're probably the best bloke out there for Ginny."
Ginny was sitting on her bed searching through her History of Magic book for the answer to an essay for Binns, "Why do Goblins feel the need to rebel every 500 years? Explain." She had figured that the best way to keep her mind off Harry was to finish the extensive homework her teachers had given her, but it wasn't working. She had loved Harry for the past six years, she never stopped loving him, but when he told her he had feelings for her it scared her. What if he realized that he didn't really have feelings for her after a while, he would reject her, then she would be crushed. 'This is better,' she thought, 'this way I don't get hurt.' There was a sudden knock on her door that gave Ginny a fright. "C-come in." she said, willing her heart to stop racing. Hermione strode into her room purposefully and sat down on the chair by Ginny's small writing desk. "Hermione?" Ginny asked and the older girl cut her off before she could speak again.
"Ginny, tell me exactly what happened with Harry." demanded Hermione. Ginny took a deep breath and felt the stinging fire of tears in her eyes.
"Oh, God, Hermione. How could I?" she wept. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ginny's petite form and hushed her.
"Gin, it's okay, but you have to tell him." said the older girl, fighting back tears of her own. Ginny looked up at her best friend, the tears blurred her vision and her body was racked with sobs.
"I can't, Hermione." she stated, miserably, "I just told the man I've loved since I knew what love was, that I didn't love him at all." Hermione stood up and looked down at Ginny's small, crying form.
"Ginny, tell him. That's all the council I'm going to give you." With this the older girl walked out of the room.
It was midnight, at least, that's what the hands of Harry's watched glowed back to him in the soft green light. God, he was sixteen years old, he had fought the Dark Lord that had killed so many people for sport and won on at least four occasions; and, he was letting a girl bother him to the point of not sleeping. But, Ginny wasn't just a girl, she was something else, something more. Harry threw an arm over his eyes, blocking his view of Ron's slightly less violent orange Chudley Cannons poster on the ceiling. Finally -- after a little thought -- he decided to go to the kitchen for some water. He threw the covers off and was careful not to let the door click on his way out, which was a waste of time, because Ron was such a heavy sleeper he could have slammed it a couple of times. He made his way down to the first floor and heard a muffled sound inside the kitchen. He reached for his wand, then remembered he left it in his jeans pocket upstairs, he grabbed into the shadows and found an umberella.
He inched closer to the door and heard another, metallic sound, and raised the umbrella. He kicked open the door and brought the umbrella down like a sword with the cutting sound of a metal sword, he saw a flash of bright red hair and then a small, frightened face. It was Ginny, he dropped the umbrella, and it clattered to the ground.
Harry looked down, he had dropped his sword, not the umbrella. "Harry?" said a small voice. "Since when do you carry a sword?"
To Be Continued
A/N
Well, I thought I had come up with some ideas, but after about a month I finally got the storygoing again. Hopefully I can get a better pace set up, just know that I won't ever abandon a story and I won't ever let my fans down. No matter how long it takes I will finish this story. It's a little short this time, and it's more of an allusion to the Harry/Ginny romance than anything else. But I hope you enjoyed. Check back later for more updates.
Thanks on this chapter go to: Mrs. G, the Walker High Student Body, Ms. Pat the librarian (my boss), Amber "my muse", my best friend Gus, Ashley and Rebecca, and my mom, for always believing I can do it.
Harry Potter and the Sword of Kuan Ti
Chapter Five
Steel at Midnight
Harry had spend the last three hours telling Hermione and Ron everything; Din's Forge, his training and the dream. At first Ron was reluctant to hear Harry at all, but Hermione's overwhelming curiousity got the better of her and she pleaded with Ron to sit and listen. After awhile his friends began to stare wide eyed as Harry regaled his tale, then Harry told the about the sword. "Oh, Harry," Hermione said quietly. "it's dangerous, this thing could get you killed."
"If it defeats Voldemort then it's a chance I'm going to have to take, Hermione." Harry said stoically.
"I still don't get the reason why it made you turn on me." Ron said quietly.
"Don't you see, Ron?" said Hermione, standing up and gestureing excitedly. "It feeds off emotion; whenever Harry has a strong felling, like anger, it lashes out at his mind. That's why this Myr fellow wanted Harry to rid himself of fear before he picked up the sword, it's an emotion that the sword can take advantage of." Hermione acctually made sense. The sword fed off his emotions.
"So, what now, Hermione. Harry has to be completely emotionless when he uses this thing? It can't be done!" Ron said, Harry could see the beginnings of another arguement. Hermione wisely took herself out of the equation before Ron heated up. "I'm going to go check on Ginny." she said, standing up from the couch. Ron watched her make her way to the stairs and disappear before saying, "Harry, that reminds me, what did you say to her."
"I told her I had feelings for her and she lost it, talking some rubbish about how she was over me and somesuch." Harry said glancing up at the roof.
"Bloody hell..." said Ron.
"Yeah I know, mate, I-" But Ron cut him off.
"Harry, she never got over you mate." Ron said seriously.
"What?" asked Harry, looking at his friend disbelievingly.
"She's putting you on, mate, either that or trying to convince herself she doesn't love you." said Ron looking down.
"You sure about this, mate?" Harry asked imploringly. Ron grinned and slapped Harry on the back.
"Harry, I might try to convince myself otherwise, but you're probably the best bloke out there for Ginny."
Ginny was sitting on her bed searching through her History of Magic book for the answer to an essay for Binns, "Why do Goblins feel the need to rebel every 500 years? Explain." She had figured that the best way to keep her mind off Harry was to finish the extensive homework her teachers had given her, but it wasn't working. She had loved Harry for the past six years, she never stopped loving him, but when he told her he had feelings for her it scared her. What if he realized that he didn't really have feelings for her after a while, he would reject her, then she would be crushed. 'This is better,' she thought, 'this way I don't get hurt.' There was a sudden knock on her door that gave Ginny a fright. "C-come in." she said, willing her heart to stop racing. Hermione strode into her room purposefully and sat down on the chair by Ginny's small writing desk. "Hermione?" Ginny asked and the older girl cut her off before she could speak again.
"Ginny, tell me exactly what happened with Harry." demanded Hermione. Ginny took a deep breath and felt the stinging fire of tears in her eyes.
"Oh, God, Hermione. How could I?" she wept. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ginny's petite form and hushed her.
"Gin, it's okay, but you have to tell him." said the older girl, fighting back tears of her own. Ginny looked up at her best friend, the tears blurred her vision and her body was racked with sobs.
"I can't, Hermione." she stated, miserably, "I just told the man I've loved since I knew what love was, that I didn't love him at all." Hermione stood up and looked down at Ginny's small, crying form.
"Ginny, tell him. That's all the council I'm going to give you." With this the older girl walked out of the room.
It was midnight, at least, that's what the hands of Harry's watched glowed back to him in the soft green light. God, he was sixteen years old, he had fought the Dark Lord that had killed so many people for sport and won on at least four occasions; and, he was letting a girl bother him to the point of not sleeping. But, Ginny wasn't just a girl, she was something else, something more. Harry threw an arm over his eyes, blocking his view of Ron's slightly less violent orange Chudley Cannons poster on the ceiling. Finally -- after a little thought -- he decided to go to the kitchen for some water. He threw the covers off and was careful not to let the door click on his way out, which was a waste of time, because Ron was such a heavy sleeper he could have slammed it a couple of times. He made his way down to the first floor and heard a muffled sound inside the kitchen. He reached for his wand, then remembered he left it in his jeans pocket upstairs, he grabbed into the shadows and found an umberella.
He inched closer to the door and heard another, metallic sound, and raised the umbrella. He kicked open the door and brought the umbrella down like a sword with the cutting sound of a metal sword, he saw a flash of bright red hair and then a small, frightened face. It was Ginny, he dropped the umbrella, and it clattered to the ground.
Harry looked down, he had dropped his sword, not the umbrella. "Harry?" said a small voice. "Since when do you carry a sword?"
To Be Continued
A/N
Well, I thought I had come up with some ideas, but after about a month I finally got the storygoing again. Hopefully I can get a better pace set up, just know that I won't ever abandon a story and I won't ever let my fans down. No matter how long it takes I will finish this story. It's a little short this time, and it's more of an allusion to the Harry/Ginny romance than anything else. But I hope you enjoyed. Check back later for more updates.
Thanks on this chapter go to: Mrs. G, the Walker High Student Body, Ms. Pat the librarian (my boss), Amber "my muse", my best friend Gus, Ashley and Rebecca, and my mom, for always believing I can do it.