He found himself in a mist-filled room. He recognized it from the one he
had visited before in a dream. Suddenly, out of the mist came the regal
lion. This time its wings were folded at its sides.
"Young Master Potter, welcome to the realm of Kumori," the lion said in its deep, magnificent voice that rang with intelligence and wisdom, but also power and a warrior's soul.
Harry looked around as the mist cleared, they appeared to be in a grassy clearing deep in a forest. A stone table was there, almost directly in the center of the clearing. Light shone through the canopy of trees just enough to make the table glow magnificently. Twelve stone chairs surrounded the table, all pulled the exact same distance.
The lion paced back and forth in front of Harry who was standing still looking around.
"In the realm of Kumori time is plentiful and one rarely tires. Here shall be
where your training will take place. When you sleep you will come here and then we shall train." The lion paused slightly then said, "I am Kage Masurao, a spirit who has resided in Kumori for many long years. For now you shall go awaken, young Potter, go about your day and do not worry. I shall visit you again tonight. While under the protection of Kumori the evils of the dream realm cannot touch you. Goodbye, young friend, farewell."
The last image he could remember was the lion disappearing into the shadows and then he awoke.
He awoke to the silence of a Saturday morning. The first rays of sun were shining brightly through the curtains. He stood and stretched and the first thing he noticed was that he seemed taller and moving to the mirror in the wardrobe he found quite a shock.
He was taller and broader. His hair had grown out enough to hang along his jawline. With a start he realized he had not put on his glasses yet he could see perfectly. Grabbing his glasses and pushing them onto his nose he found
that when he looked through them things where blurred so bad he could not see. He took them off and moved to get dressed.
He grabbed a pair of black camo cargo pants and a green t-shirt. He headed downstairs where he poured himself a glass of juice then went for a walk. The first thing he noticed as he strolled down the road was the looks he was getting from neighbors and many of the teens who lived in the area.
At the park he took a seat on one of the benches and sat back and relaxed. He was vaguely aware when a figure took the seat next to him and leaned back.
When the person spoke it was wiht a chuckle of amusement. "So, Potter, nice look."
He turned to find Blaise dressed casually in blue jeans and a red tank top.
"So what are you doing up so early?" he asked turning to watch little kids play in the shallows of a small, perfectly clear pond.
"Couldnt sleep really, plus I had some reading I wanted to do y'know...," She trailed off as the little kids started splashing and Harry noticed a content smile on her face.
He smiled but he was watching her instead of the children. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and two locks of hair - one green, the other blonde - framed her face. Her smile seemed to light up her crystal blue eyes.
"This is heaven, eh Harry? Peace, quiet and pure joy of the innocence. It makes the past two years seem a lifetime ago."
She sighed and Harry answered her in the same chearful way that she spoke, "The joy of innocence is enough for me and these past two years have truly been crazy, everything that's been happening, this seems like a different universe."
She nodded and stretched lazily, "The casualties have been great. War has touched everyone in our world."
He looked over at her, she had changed, saddened a bit, but still seemed joyful just to be there.
"Losing loved ones is just a part of this dreadful war. All we can do is fight back and oppose him until he is defeated." He spoke in a sure way, almost cocky, and for a moment he was surprised. By the look on her face it was clear that Blaise was surprised also and amazed at the emotion in his voice.
When she spoke it was fueled by pure devotion. "And we will defeat him no matter how long it takes and when the time comes, I will stand with the Light and oppose that scum of a bastard."
Harry took her hand quietly and she seemed to calm down as if he radiated peace. As the afternoon wore on they simply sat there staring into space. Some time after both their minds had wandered far from the moment, Blaise leaned against Harry and snuggled into him. His arm snaked around her without a thought as his mind wandered far away deep in the memory of his dream.
Around two o'clock they headed back towards her house where they enjoyed a quiet lunch of grilled cheese sandwhiches and a Coke each. After eating, they went about finishing up the moving, ending with getting things just right in their perfect spots.
While putting up some shelves in the office Mr. Daily started a conversation with Harry. "Well, Harry, we're almost done with the moving but we'll probably do a bit of painting and you're welcome to join us."
Harry could only nod as he thought of how much the new neighbors meant to him, they were like long lost relatives finally coming to join his life.
They feasted that night on deliciously grilled steak (which Harry helped cook) along with potatoes and a few other side items. For dessert they had homemade apple pie with a bit of ice cream on top.
After thanking them for the meal and saying goodbye, Harry left but not before Mr. Daily forced him to take a handful of pounds.
Harry slipped quietly across to Number Four, then up the stairs into his bedroom and dropped the money with the growing collection in a jar in his trunk.
"'Night, Hedwig," he yawned before falling asleep. He smiled as he dropped off, he was anticipating his visit with Kage Masurao.
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A/N: First off, sorry it took me so long, school has been a nightmare recently and I haven't really had time to even think about my story, much less write it. Secondly, I hope it's a decent length for ya'll, I plan on the next being longer. Thirdly, things are gonna start picking up, the main thing for a while will be the dremas so expect them. Fourthly, if anyone knows the ratio-thingy for British pounds to American dollars, tell me. As an American, I have no sense about how much British pounds are. I'll thank the reviewers on the next chapter, sorry, but I'm tired and gotta get a shower. Night, farewell, and so on.
As always,
Flames of Shadow
"Young Master Potter, welcome to the realm of Kumori," the lion said in its deep, magnificent voice that rang with intelligence and wisdom, but also power and a warrior's soul.
Harry looked around as the mist cleared, they appeared to be in a grassy clearing deep in a forest. A stone table was there, almost directly in the center of the clearing. Light shone through the canopy of trees just enough to make the table glow magnificently. Twelve stone chairs surrounded the table, all pulled the exact same distance.
The lion paced back and forth in front of Harry who was standing still looking around.
"In the realm of Kumori time is plentiful and one rarely tires. Here shall be
where your training will take place. When you sleep you will come here and then we shall train." The lion paused slightly then said, "I am Kage Masurao, a spirit who has resided in Kumori for many long years. For now you shall go awaken, young Potter, go about your day and do not worry. I shall visit you again tonight. While under the protection of Kumori the evils of the dream realm cannot touch you. Goodbye, young friend, farewell."
The last image he could remember was the lion disappearing into the shadows and then he awoke.
He awoke to the silence of a Saturday morning. The first rays of sun were shining brightly through the curtains. He stood and stretched and the first thing he noticed was that he seemed taller and moving to the mirror in the wardrobe he found quite a shock.
He was taller and broader. His hair had grown out enough to hang along his jawline. With a start he realized he had not put on his glasses yet he could see perfectly. Grabbing his glasses and pushing them onto his nose he found
that when he looked through them things where blurred so bad he could not see. He took them off and moved to get dressed.
He grabbed a pair of black camo cargo pants and a green t-shirt. He headed downstairs where he poured himself a glass of juice then went for a walk. The first thing he noticed as he strolled down the road was the looks he was getting from neighbors and many of the teens who lived in the area.
At the park he took a seat on one of the benches and sat back and relaxed. He was vaguely aware when a figure took the seat next to him and leaned back.
When the person spoke it was wiht a chuckle of amusement. "So, Potter, nice look."
He turned to find Blaise dressed casually in blue jeans and a red tank top.
"So what are you doing up so early?" he asked turning to watch little kids play in the shallows of a small, perfectly clear pond.
"Couldnt sleep really, plus I had some reading I wanted to do y'know...," She trailed off as the little kids started splashing and Harry noticed a content smile on her face.
He smiled but he was watching her instead of the children. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and two locks of hair - one green, the other blonde - framed her face. Her smile seemed to light up her crystal blue eyes.
"This is heaven, eh Harry? Peace, quiet and pure joy of the innocence. It makes the past two years seem a lifetime ago."
She sighed and Harry answered her in the same chearful way that she spoke, "The joy of innocence is enough for me and these past two years have truly been crazy, everything that's been happening, this seems like a different universe."
She nodded and stretched lazily, "The casualties have been great. War has touched everyone in our world."
He looked over at her, she had changed, saddened a bit, but still seemed joyful just to be there.
"Losing loved ones is just a part of this dreadful war. All we can do is fight back and oppose him until he is defeated." He spoke in a sure way, almost cocky, and for a moment he was surprised. By the look on her face it was clear that Blaise was surprised also and amazed at the emotion in his voice.
When she spoke it was fueled by pure devotion. "And we will defeat him no matter how long it takes and when the time comes, I will stand with the Light and oppose that scum of a bastard."
Harry took her hand quietly and she seemed to calm down as if he radiated peace. As the afternoon wore on they simply sat there staring into space. Some time after both their minds had wandered far from the moment, Blaise leaned against Harry and snuggled into him. His arm snaked around her without a thought as his mind wandered far away deep in the memory of his dream.
Around two o'clock they headed back towards her house where they enjoyed a quiet lunch of grilled cheese sandwhiches and a Coke each. After eating, they went about finishing up the moving, ending with getting things just right in their perfect spots.
While putting up some shelves in the office Mr. Daily started a conversation with Harry. "Well, Harry, we're almost done with the moving but we'll probably do a bit of painting and you're welcome to join us."
Harry could only nod as he thought of how much the new neighbors meant to him, they were like long lost relatives finally coming to join his life.
They feasted that night on deliciously grilled steak (which Harry helped cook) along with potatoes and a few other side items. For dessert they had homemade apple pie with a bit of ice cream on top.
After thanking them for the meal and saying goodbye, Harry left but not before Mr. Daily forced him to take a handful of pounds.
Harry slipped quietly across to Number Four, then up the stairs into his bedroom and dropped the money with the growing collection in a jar in his trunk.
"'Night, Hedwig," he yawned before falling asleep. He smiled as he dropped off, he was anticipating his visit with Kage Masurao.
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A/N: First off, sorry it took me so long, school has been a nightmare recently and I haven't really had time to even think about my story, much less write it. Secondly, I hope it's a decent length for ya'll, I plan on the next being longer. Thirdly, things are gonna start picking up, the main thing for a while will be the dremas so expect them. Fourthly, if anyone knows the ratio-thingy for British pounds to American dollars, tell me. As an American, I have no sense about how much British pounds are. I'll thank the reviewers on the next chapter, sorry, but I'm tired and gotta get a shower. Night, farewell, and so on.
As always,
Flames of Shadow