Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter or the setting. I do own the plot idea and a few of the OCs. Thank you.
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Thanks - To my Beta reader, Amanda, and to all those who have read my story. And if I know you personally make sure you put that in your review, you know who you are.
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Chapter 9
Dreams and Explanations
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Without thinking Harry rushed forward. He snatched up Kage's fallen sword and managed to get it between Kage's throat and the other man's sword. The man seemed puzzled as he looked at Harry, then with a quick twist of his sword, Harry went tumbling back. Keeping his blade leveled at Harry's throat, he reached down and helped Kage up. As Kage dusted himself off his armor disappeared. The other man slid his sword into the sheath at his side.
"Harry," Kage began, "This is the Kamikaze - Makie Washi."
"Or Silver Eagle in your native tongue." His voice was strong and powerful and his accent couldn't be placed by Harry.
Kage waved his paw and they appeared in a large room. At one end there were a dozen realistic figures; the other side contained only a mat. "Today we shall be working with long range spell casting," said Kage as he led Harry towards the mat. "It is a very important skill. To be able to strike an enemy down who is yards away has been very useful to warriors in the past," continued Kage as he began pacing in front of the mat. Under the watchful eye of the lion, Harry took his place in the center of the mat.
"Now the key to striking an opponent down from a long distance is to visualize your target being mere feet away from you." Harry nodded, memorizing every word the lion spoke. As he watched the lion he missed the fact that Eagle had slipped away. Suddenly one of the figures stepped forward and threw a spell at Harry. Reacting with lightning fast reflexes Harry rolled to the floor. As he came up he loosened a hasty shot and missed.
"Visualize, Potter!" barked Kage.
The battle went on for a good bit as Harry dodged the shots and loosened his own which never hit.
"Harry, imagine him right in your face, then fire!" roared the lion.
Sighing, Harry imagined his attacker right in front of him and there the attacker was. Thinking quickly, Harry released a Stunning spell at the attacker. There was a roar as his opponent sank to the ground and then exploded. Harry sank to the ground completely worn out.
"Well Harry, you finally listened and you won," the lion said with a growing smirk.
He waved his paw again and they appeared on the bank of a stream. Soft grass was their chair and their feet were soaking in the water. "Harry, there's a few things I think you should know." Kage began quietly.
"What is it, Kage?" Harry asked as a knot grew in his throat.
"Your aunt, uncle, and cousin, they're all dead."
Harry looked at him and surprisingly the hate was half gone. Instead of answering Harry just nodded.
"There's going to be a bit of trouble about who you are going to stay with."
Harry looked at him. "Who's probably going to get me now that my last living relatives are dead?" he asked.
"Well, there's a chance it might be the Weasleys but you might just have other living relatives, their names are-"
"Harry!"
Harry sat up in bed as he heard his name called again. As his eyes adjusted to the light he realized he could see Mrs. Weasley in the doorway. "Harry dear, it's time to get up, breakfast is getting cold."
Harry nodded and Mrs. Weasley turned and left. He slid out of bed, stretched, and hurriedly got dressed in new clothes. With one final stretch, he hurried out the door and downstairs into the kitchen. The large kitchen had cleared out, only the Weasleys, Hermione, two muggles Harry recognized as her parents, Blaise and her mom and stepdad were there.
As Harry walked in he felt someone wrap an arm around his shoulders.
"So Potter, been keeping busy, eh?"
"Shadow!" Harry exclaimed joyfully as he took a seat by Mr. Weasley. Nick Shadow took a seat beside him.
"Harry, we have some bad news," began Mr. Weasley.
"I know they're dead, Mr. Weasley, and while I am sorry, there's nothing I could do about it."
Everyone except Shadow looked at Harry. "One of the wisest men I have ever met," chuckled Shadow as he poured syrup on his pancakes. Suddenly there was a loud noise and Mrs. Black started screaming and yelling. With a deep sigh Shadow pushed away from the table and took off up the stairs.
Soon there was another screaming voice involved and everyone rushed up to see what was going on. Shadow stood there yelling at Mrs. Black and surprisingly he looked like he was winning. Suddenly he snapped his fingers and a strong wind started blowing. There was a loud crash and many shouts as the wall holding Mrs. Black started creaking. With one final shriek a rectangle area around Mrs. Black's portrait fell down. Behind her was a dark room filled with boxes around the edge and two long tables in the middle. The walls were covered with weapons of all kind from swords to bows.
With a snap of his fingers the portrait of Mrs. Black stood up and floated out of the room and up the stairs into another room. Everyone was staring at the room that none had known about. Most of the weapons were solid black and had a deadly look about them. Shadow moved across the room and stared at a long sword that was topped with an emerald.
"So this is where it's been hidden for so long," muttered Shadow as his hand roamed over the sheath and handle. He turned to look at the group who had followed him up there. "Let's go back to breakfast, shall we," he stated, the cheering smile returning to his face.
They all turned but it was Harry who spoke first, "Shadow, what the hell did you just do?"
"Well, Potter..."
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A/N: 5 REVIEWS = 1,000 WORDS. 1,028. Hope you enjoyed this everyone and please remember to review if you want another chapter within a week. And after a week, I'll write a small one only. Now to my reviewers.
g3tog4 - Thanks for being the first to review to the chapter and if this chapter did not get to you as fast or as long as you would have liked, blame your fellow reviewers. Enjoy.
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Thanks - To my Beta reader, Amanda, and to all those who have read my story. And if I know you personally make sure you put that in your review, you know who you are.
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Chapter 9
Dreams and Explanations
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Without thinking Harry rushed forward. He snatched up Kage's fallen sword and managed to get it between Kage's throat and the other man's sword. The man seemed puzzled as he looked at Harry, then with a quick twist of his sword, Harry went tumbling back. Keeping his blade leveled at Harry's throat, he reached down and helped Kage up. As Kage dusted himself off his armor disappeared. The other man slid his sword into the sheath at his side.
"Harry," Kage began, "This is the Kamikaze - Makie Washi."
"Or Silver Eagle in your native tongue." His voice was strong and powerful and his accent couldn't be placed by Harry.
Kage waved his paw and they appeared in a large room. At one end there were a dozen realistic figures; the other side contained only a mat. "Today we shall be working with long range spell casting," said Kage as he led Harry towards the mat. "It is a very important skill. To be able to strike an enemy down who is yards away has been very useful to warriors in the past," continued Kage as he began pacing in front of the mat. Under the watchful eye of the lion, Harry took his place in the center of the mat.
"Now the key to striking an opponent down from a long distance is to visualize your target being mere feet away from you." Harry nodded, memorizing every word the lion spoke. As he watched the lion he missed the fact that Eagle had slipped away. Suddenly one of the figures stepped forward and threw a spell at Harry. Reacting with lightning fast reflexes Harry rolled to the floor. As he came up he loosened a hasty shot and missed.
"Visualize, Potter!" barked Kage.
The battle went on for a good bit as Harry dodged the shots and loosened his own which never hit.
"Harry, imagine him right in your face, then fire!" roared the lion.
Sighing, Harry imagined his attacker right in front of him and there the attacker was. Thinking quickly, Harry released a Stunning spell at the attacker. There was a roar as his opponent sank to the ground and then exploded. Harry sank to the ground completely worn out.
"Well Harry, you finally listened and you won," the lion said with a growing smirk.
He waved his paw again and they appeared on the bank of a stream. Soft grass was their chair and their feet were soaking in the water. "Harry, there's a few things I think you should know." Kage began quietly.
"What is it, Kage?" Harry asked as a knot grew in his throat.
"Your aunt, uncle, and cousin, they're all dead."
Harry looked at him and surprisingly the hate was half gone. Instead of answering Harry just nodded.
"There's going to be a bit of trouble about who you are going to stay with."
Harry looked at him. "Who's probably going to get me now that my last living relatives are dead?" he asked.
"Well, there's a chance it might be the Weasleys but you might just have other living relatives, their names are-"
"Harry!"
Harry sat up in bed as he heard his name called again. As his eyes adjusted to the light he realized he could see Mrs. Weasley in the doorway. "Harry dear, it's time to get up, breakfast is getting cold."
Harry nodded and Mrs. Weasley turned and left. He slid out of bed, stretched, and hurriedly got dressed in new clothes. With one final stretch, he hurried out the door and downstairs into the kitchen. The large kitchen had cleared out, only the Weasleys, Hermione, two muggles Harry recognized as her parents, Blaise and her mom and stepdad were there.
As Harry walked in he felt someone wrap an arm around his shoulders.
"So Potter, been keeping busy, eh?"
"Shadow!" Harry exclaimed joyfully as he took a seat by Mr. Weasley. Nick Shadow took a seat beside him.
"Harry, we have some bad news," began Mr. Weasley.
"I know they're dead, Mr. Weasley, and while I am sorry, there's nothing I could do about it."
Everyone except Shadow looked at Harry. "One of the wisest men I have ever met," chuckled Shadow as he poured syrup on his pancakes. Suddenly there was a loud noise and Mrs. Black started screaming and yelling. With a deep sigh Shadow pushed away from the table and took off up the stairs.
Soon there was another screaming voice involved and everyone rushed up to see what was going on. Shadow stood there yelling at Mrs. Black and surprisingly he looked like he was winning. Suddenly he snapped his fingers and a strong wind started blowing. There was a loud crash and many shouts as the wall holding Mrs. Black started creaking. With one final shriek a rectangle area around Mrs. Black's portrait fell down. Behind her was a dark room filled with boxes around the edge and two long tables in the middle. The walls were covered with weapons of all kind from swords to bows.
With a snap of his fingers the portrait of Mrs. Black stood up and floated out of the room and up the stairs into another room. Everyone was staring at the room that none had known about. Most of the weapons were solid black and had a deadly look about them. Shadow moved across the room and stared at a long sword that was topped with an emerald.
"So this is where it's been hidden for so long," muttered Shadow as his hand roamed over the sheath and handle. He turned to look at the group who had followed him up there. "Let's go back to breakfast, shall we," he stated, the cheering smile returning to his face.
They all turned but it was Harry who spoke first, "Shadow, what the hell did you just do?"
"Well, Potter..."
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A/N: 5 REVIEWS = 1,000 WORDS. 1,028. Hope you enjoyed this everyone and please remember to review if you want another chapter within a week. And after a week, I'll write a small one only. Now to my reviewers.
g3tog4 - Thanks for being the first to review to the chapter and if this chapter did not get to you as fast or as long as you would have liked, blame your fellow reviewers. Enjoy.