(A/N) Chapter Eight! Still not even to school. This is going to be a long year for Harry and the gang. Especially him and Ginny.

Harry Potter and the Sword of Kuan Ti
Chapter Eight:
An Unexpected Visit

The darkness of the night pervaded the small island. Waves crashed against the shore as lightning forked across the star-studded sky. Ruins faced the sea on one side and sharp drops into the rocks and waves on two other sides, leaving only one area to apporach the fortress. Inside the easily defended stronghold a dark figure sat on a raised stone dias. A heavy form rested at his feet, curled around the chair several times. To the dark man's left a small huddled figure with a gleaming hand muttered to himself as he looked at the ground. Voldemort, the Dark Lord, looked up as he heard the heavy oak door creak open, twelve of his minions entered, two of them floating in midair, as if on magical stretchers. McNair, the one in charge of this little excursion, stepped forward and dropped to his hands and knees.
"My Lord, we were attacked." he said in a subdued tone. The Dark Lord motioned for him to rise.
"Tell me, McNair, did you get what I asked for?" Voldemort asked, his high voice was silky and disarming.
"No, my Lord, as I said, we were attcked." McNair cowared, knowing his master's temper for failure.
"WHAT!? You twelve couldn't handle a few Ministry puppets?! I send you on a simple errand and you couldn't even accomplish that!" the Dark Lord waved a hand and McNair fell to his knees.
"My Lord, it was Harry Potter!" McNair blurted out in fear and anguish as the Dark Lord rose to his feet.
"Potter?! Your excuse is a boy?" Voldemort spat. McNair held his hands up, trembling.
"My Lord, he is not just a boy anymore! He has grown, and he knows how to fight. He has been trained somehow, without us knowing."
Voldemort gave a short laugh at this. "You say he has been trained, without us knowing, after we have watched him ALL SUMMER!" the Dark Lord bellowed. "McNair, I have no use for spineless, impotent underlings. If you cannot beat a simple boy, why should I let you continue to serve me?"
McNair was shakeing uncontrollably. "My Lord, I-"
"Why should I let you live McNair? Why should you continue to exist if you are worth nothing?" McNair lost control of his bladder and a wet spot ran down his black robe. He was weeping. "My Lord, please."
"Now you beg?! You beg for mercy from ME!?"
Voldemort pulled his wand and pointed it at McNair. Outside the fortress a scream pierced the night and lightning flashed. The rain continued to pur heavily as a body was thrown out of one of the windows of the ruins to the sea.

Harry Potter awoke in an unfamiliar place. At first he couldn't recall what he had been doing before he woke up, but soon remembered the blood, the threat and the blackness that had taken his consciousness. He felt a heaviness on his chest, he looked down to see a mess of bright red hair. Ginny had fallen asleep with her head on his stomach. Harry sat up against the headboard slowly. Ginny stirred and he eyes fluttered open.
"Harry?" she said, still half asleep. "Harry! Oh, thank Merlin you're awake! I thought you were dead." He could see the tears welling up in her eyes. She slapped him hard in the arm and her expression changed to anger.
"Ow! Gin, what was that for?" he asked, rubbing his arm.
"God damn you Harry Potter, if you ever do something as stupid as that ever again, I'm going to kill you!" Harry smirked and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
He felt her small fingers tangle into his hair, he moved his hands down to her hips and pulled her onto the bed with him. She made a small moan in the back of her throat as the continued to kiss. Then they heard someone clear their throat. Ginny jumped off of Harry with a squeak and landed on the hard floor.
"Bloody- Ginny, you okay?" Harry asked looking over the side.
"Ow! my bum." Ginny said miserably. Harry looked towards the door.
"Professor?" He said as he saw the elderly mage smiling in the doorway.
Ginny jumped up and ran past Dumbledore mumbleing something about haveing to go see how her father was doing.
"Hello, Harry!" Dumbledore said brightly. "You look well." Harry realised he was blushing. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"I suppose you're here to tell me to stay with the Weasleys and not leave again, no matter what happens." Dumbledore sat in the chair Ginny was occuping a few minutes earlier.
"Acctually, Harry I am here to see if you have woken up yet, now that you have we can talk about this sword of yours." Dumbledore gave him an appraising look.
"Listen, Professor, I have trained a long time to use this sword, there's no way I'm giving it up until either Voldemort's dead or he pulls it from my cold, dead fingers."
Dumbledore held up his hands, "I'm not here to take it from you, I just want you to be careful. Ms. Granger has told me all about your... escapades, this summer. And how this weapon seems to feed off of the emotions you are feeling. Anger, revenge, anxiety, these are all strong emotions. I suggest next time you draw your weapon think of your family, your friends, think of Ms. Weasley."
Harry was confused. "What good will that do?" he asked ernestly. Dumbledore chuckled. "Love, Harry, is the most powerful emotion of all. Love can conquer the Dark Lord's hate. Just remember that, my young friend." Harry looked down.
Dumbledore patted Harry's shoulder. "I'm going to let you have one of the most faithful servants of the Order to help you control these emotions. Perhaps he can teach you a few things you didn't know about yourself." The door opened inwards and a small figure walked into the room, Harry saw the tennis ball eyes and long, pointed nose. Dobby had just entered.
"You called for me, Headmaster?" Dumbledore turned and smiled.
"Ah, Dobby. Good, I want you to stay with Mr. Potter for a while. Take care of him, Dobby." Harry's eyes widened.
"Dobby! He's who you were talking about?" Harry exclaimed.
"Yes, now rest, Dobby will watch over you." Harry laid down, but kept his eye on Dumbledore as he left.
He left Dobby, what is Dobby supposed to teach me? He tried to kill me in my second year! True, he was just trying to help, but his idea of helping hurts! Harry cleared his mind and relaxed. It couldn't be that bad. Dumbledore wouldn't do anything to hurt him.

(A/N) So, everyone's favorite house elf enters the story. Short chapter, but more to come soon. Stay tuned.
Jay