Chapter 3: Let the Training Begin!

Harry looked around, no! Not another one of these dreams! Harry looked around to see that he was in a large meadow, there were no houses or other people in this dream…how strange.

There was a crash behind him, he spun around ready for a fight, he saw what looked like a man, but its ears were pointed and longer, its face was sharp and chiseled to perfection, his eyes were like ice, he had long blonde hair, was wearing what looked like a green and light brown set of robes, but they were had something different about them and he was lightly built, he would make a great seeker thought Harry suddenly, then cursed himself for his stupidity, this wasn't a man who played sport, this was a man who fought wars by himself and won.

The man stood there looking at Harry then without warning a long bladed sword was resting against Harry's neck! Harry was terrified! He didn't even see the sword being drawn let alone moved, it all happened so fast!

The man looked at Harry with disappointment written all over his face.

"This is the boy who is destined to save my people," the man said to himself in disgust.

The man seemed to be thinking hard on something, then his eyes tuned back to Harry

"so be it, we will begin your training the next time you come to this realm" said the man before everything started to fade around him.

Harry woke up in his dormitory covered in sweat, he wrote down everything he could remember about his dream before going to sleep again.

The next morning Harry woke and got in the shower, as he stepped in and turned on the hot water and stood underneath the showerhead in the near scalding water.

"That was a strange dream, I've never even seen whatever that thing was" thought Harry to himself "And what did he mean by realm?...stupid dream" Harry started grumbling loudly about his dream, why did he have to have all the weird dreams? Why did he have to save everyone?...it's just not fair.

As Harry steeped out of the shower and dried himself off he noticed that he had grown muscles! Though they weren't anything to be proud of yet they were a start, but then he saw the rest of him, he was really thin, maybe he should eat more? He thought to himself.

Harry got dressed and walked out of the bathroom and saw somebody's head sticking out of the fire, did anybody know he was there?

He walked down the steps to the fire and saw that it was Mrs. Weasley! What was she here for?

"Oh hello Harry dear, I was wondering when you would be getting up, Dumbledore just went upstairs to check on you" said Mrs. Weasley kindly

Harry was just about to speak when Dumbledore strode down the stairs

"Good morning Harry, did you sleep well?" asked Dumbledore curiously

"Good morning Professor, Mrs. Weasley, I had a good night thanks, um…what are you both here for?" asked Harry beginning to get worried, something might have happened that he didn't know about

"Do not worry Harry, nothing has happened that we know of, and we have many eyes and ears watching and listening for trouble, be calm" said Dumbledore in a oddly calming voice

Harry looked to the two adults in front of him and wondered why they were there, there nothing wrong so why both of them?

Dumbledore looked at Harry and he looked almost skeletal, if it weren't for his slight muscles he would be skin and bone! what did those muggles do to him?

"Harry, Molly came to me this morning asking if you were ok, and she also told me some…. other things…I was told to go to hell if I wouldn't let you leave with her, so as much as I want to you here I also think I would rather not go to hell, so I shall leave the decision with you, would you be able to tell me your answer by lunch?" asked the aged Professor with a chuckle

"Of course Professor!" answered Harry immediately

Dumbledore chuckled and bid farewell to Molly and Harry and strode out of the common room.

As the common room door shut Harry turned to Mrs. Weasley and saw a dark scowl on her face, she was facing the portrait that Dumbledore just closed, she muttered a few words that sounded suspiciously like "crazy old coot" and "going to get himself in trouble one of these days"

Molly's head turned towards Harry and a bright smile immediately appeared in place of the scowl, "Harry dear would you please consider coming home to us?"

Harry almost started to cry, she wants him to come home, to their home…to his home, the Weasleys are as close as Harry has to a real family.

"Of…of course Mrs. Weasley" stuttered Harry holding back his tears

"Please Harry call me Molly" begged Mrs. Weasley

"O…ok…Molly" choked out Harry

Harry ran up the stairs and started to pack his things, but they were already packed, he never unpacked them.

Harry walked back down the stairs and saw that Molly's head wasn't in the fire and that there was nobody in the common room anymore, Harry stepped out of the portrait hole and walked to the great hall to have some breakfast

When he walked in he saw a few of the professors but most of them weren't there, probably at home thought Harry.

Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and started eating his breakfast, he looked up to the Head table and saw all of the teachers giving him strange looks, he wasn't supposed to be there this early holidays had only just begun!

After his breakfast Harry went back to Gryffindor tower and went to sleep on the couch in front of the fire.

"Finally you returned!" growled an irritated whatever-it-was

"Who are you, and why are you in my dreams?" asked Harry starting to get angry

"I am in your dreams because you are the only one with enough power to vanquish the mortal, Voldemort," growled the creature

"What are you?" Harry demanded

"Me? I am an Elf, they don't teach very well at that school of yours do they?" answered the Elf very smugly

"A…a…Elf?...you don't look like a house Elf…"gibbered Harry stupidly

"HOUSE ELF? What do you mean HOUSE ELF! Those pathetic creatures aren't even real Elves," thundered the Elf.

Harry was shaking with fear by now, "this really isn't a good situation…" Harry mentally told himself.

"Um…sir?...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you" said Harry apologetically

"That is enough, this will not happen again, next time you will be ready," said the Elf angrily.

Harry sat up fast "What was thatdream about?" Harry wondered

"Oh well, it doesn't matter, it's only a dream." Harry mumbled to himself.