The sun reigned high in the sky, shining down on the world with unequivocal power. A soft morning dew still glistened on the grasses of the field, warmed by the morning after the crisp evening before. Flowers of summer bloomed profusely; roses and daisies accented viridian bushes as the sun brought their flowers to life. It was the first day of summer, and also the start of the training of a champion.

It was only five minutes ago, where Harry Potter fell into a serene slumber in the smallest bedroom of Number Four, Privet Drive with a smile on his face. He made a new friend not too long ago, and she lived not too far from his current location and of that, he was able to visit her during the summer.

This was the first time in days that Harry was able to sleep peacefully, without images of the Department of Mysteries flashing through his head. Turning only once in his sleep, he transitioned from his laying on his stomach to his back and his right arm draped over his chest clutched protectively over Samantha's note. No one had known about this except him, but over the years since receiving the letter from Hogwarts acknowledging that he was to become a student there, he kept all of his letters received along with his other items underneath the loose floorboard in his room.

A few hours later, and Harry finally woke up. The day was still young, and he was most curious as to what is the event that'll occur. Sitting up on his bed, he noticed there was something in his hand. Oh yeah he mused, remembering of the note Samantha gave him the note hours before. Unfolding the note, he started to become curious as to why she'd go through the trouble of scribbling something down instead of telling him right there on the spot while he was outside her door. Once the note was unfolded, he looked at the handwriting and saw that it was a bit... elegant.

What girl I know that doesn't have illegible handwriting he thought.

Hey Harry,

I had a really great time talking with you, you're really deep you know!

Well, all I wanted to tell you in this note is that if you're interested

in spending more time together? You know, go see movies, walk in the park,

things like that. I'd really love it. I'm starting a summer job so, hopefully

I'd be able to see you there sometime. Anyways, my phone number is 3347662.

Call me sometime alright? Or just stop by, you know where I live now.

Samantha

By the time Harry was done reading the letter, he wore a smile on his face contemplating on their conversation throughout the night and into the morning. They got along fine, and shared a few things in common such as favourite things to do in spare time or type of ice cream. Harry quickly memorised Samantha's number as it wasn't terribly too difficult to do so. Harry ran his hand through his hair, he pondered as to how his day would be; little did he know that it'll be much more than that. Grabbing a few clean garments to wear, Harry walked across the hall and stepped into the shower. Ten minutes after the shower, Harry brushed his teeth and walked back across the hall and into the the room and made sure that his door was fully closed so his relatives would not see the going-ons inside.

When Harry was fully inside his inadequate room, and he had encountered a very peculiar sight. In the middle of his room, where the strange blue orb was, emanating from it was a tube-like light about three feet in diametre. It shined with a slight hum as it shimmered with its majestic celadon light. He felt... that he needed to grab ahold of his wand, his glasses, and not to mention a piece of toast from downstairs before stepping into the tube. He rethought the idea of going alone and decided against it.

"Hedwig," Harry called out to his snowy owl. She obediently glided over to her master, landed on his shoulder, and proceeded to nip on his ear affectionately. He figured that his long-term companion would be able to reach assistance if Harry would ever need it.

"Ready to go Hedwig?" Harry asked his owl. She replied by letting off a hoot and Harry took that as an affirmative. Taking a deep breath, Harry stepped into the strange mystical portal.

"Here goes nothing girl."

As Harry stepped into the portal, he thought he felt the familiar tug behind his navel from a portkey. However, this wasn't a portkey, it was something else. Instincts told him that he was slowing down, soon to land. Harry braced himself, and held his owl in his arms protectively as the landed, unfortunately the landing wasn't smooth.

"Oof!" Harry let out as he tumbled onto the ground. He pulled himself up, and Hedwig stood on his shoulder while Harry took in his surroundings. The grass were a rich green as it spreaded all over the field. The air temperature was comfortable, definitely not too hot nor was it too cold. One would be able to walk about outdoors in just shorts and a shirt. Harry's eyes narrowed, he could see a building in the distance at the top of the hill. Better as someone for help I supposed, Harry reasoned, and he began to walk to the aforementioned building.

"Come on Hedwig." As Harry walked, Hedwig flew alongside him, loyal as she is to her owner.

Fifteen minutes passed as Harry arrived in front of the house. The house was in fact, a small house suiting no more than four people comfortably; one more and it'll be cramped. The house was painted a rich regal mahogany and a tint of crimson in some aspects, obviously painted by a someone that knew what they were doing. Harry walked up to the door, and hoped that whoever lived here was home.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Harry stood there waiting for no more than a minute until he raised his right hand to knock again only to be stopped when someone opened the door. A man appearing to be entering his fourth decade of life had opened the door. His hair was black and was long, reaching up to his mid-back but as lengthy as his hair appeared and his age, it showed no signs of greying yet. He wore robes obsidian black robes as dark as his hair was. His face was young, yet so old at times; his eyes showed that he'd seen things in his life that he prefered not to and could do better without. However, those events turned him into a man, and no longer a child.

Harry walked in through the door after analysing the man quickly in his head, he looked kind enough right? Stepping into the house, he noticed that they weren't the only two inside as there were noises of cutlery cluttering about were coming from the kitchen.

"Come on, lets go to the kitchen and allow me to introduce you to the others. Then we would be able to explain some things," the stranger told Harry and motioned with his hand for him to follow. Harry looked around the room and took in his surroundings as he did when he was outside. He saw an abundant amount of weapons lined up against the walls; a dagger sat on a shelf with a golden hilt engraved with a signature. Most likely its forger or its wielder. Harry looked around at some more things around the house as he followed the man.

The man opened the door seperating the kitchen from the hall they were just in. Inside, there were two more men, both with a warrior like esque. These men appeared to be older than the person who showed Harry into the house. One of the men, who was sitting on the right, looked up at Harry and smiled at him for a brief second before speaking. "I suppose introductions are in order."

"Yes, that'd be nice, and how did I get here?" asked Harry.

"I am Altair Orion, the man that escorted you here is Xiu Lin. And, the person that is pigging out on the food here, his name is Marzon Alnilam." answered Altair as he gestured with his left hand towards the man across from him, clearly stuffing his face.

Marzon didn't bother to stop eating when Altair introduced him to Harry, nor did he make note of Harry's presence in the kitchen. Altair took notice of his friend's rude behaviour and his philia for food. Marzon, when in the process of devouring the food around him, he was oblivious to the people and the going ons encirculating him. Marzon had only inserted a fork with eggs on it into his mouth when Altair kicked him underneath the table on Marzon's shin causing him to swallow the bite of eggs abruptly. In this moment of a distraction, Hedwig took the liberty to chow down a few bites of toast and a drink out of Altair's cup of water.

"Ow! Altair, what was that for!" Marzon yelled at Altair, partially mad because he kicked him, but mostly that he did get to savour the eggs he had in his mouth.

Altair sent him a scowl and retorted, "If you weren't so into your goo, you would mind that our guest has arrived."

Marzon hurriedly wiped his mouth with an eggshell white napkin with organic designs on it as Altair told him of Harry's being here. Marzon placed the now crumpled napkin back on the table, and he quickly took a swift sip of his drink from the cup in front of his plate. Harry was confused when Altair said, "...our guest has arrived," were they expecting him? Did they have anything to do with that weird thing in his room?

"Um, excuse me. But what do you mean by 'our guest has arrived,' were you expecting me? And did you have anything to do with that weird blue pipe in my room?" Harry pressed on.

"Well, I didn't do anything with that. It was all Xiu Lin here, he's the one with the most power in magic." said Marzon.

Xiu Lin looked a bit irritated, "Not much more than yourself Marzon." Xiu took a paused before concluding the imminent argument between himself and Marzon and said with a finality, "Marzon, we're discuss that later. But now, we have to explain some things to Harry."

Altair nodded, "Harry, how were you transported here?"

"I came here through this weird pipe. It was bluish coloured I supposed. It was sticking out of my room from this weird blue orb I found." answered Harry.

"Ah yes, my new device. Had a lot of fun creating that I did. Glad to see that it works. I call them telepipes. I've never enclosed one inside an object before, I just conjured them up." explained Xiu.

"Harry, time is decelerated here. For every hour on Earth, ten days will have pass here." said Xiu.

"Wait, why are you telling me this?" inquired Harry. Yes, why was he transported here? Why him out of everyone else?

"We have arranged a telepipe for you once we've heard of the threat on your world, Voldemort." said Xiu. Xiu only clarified a few questions that lingered on Harry's mind but he was still confused as to what Xiu mean by 'your world.'

"What do you mean, 'my world'?"

"Currently, we are on the planet Ragol. Your planet, Earth, is very much like our own: it has the ability to support life; a wide range of inhabitants and animals living on the planet; and also, we share the same source: the sun.

Like on Earth, a Dark Lord threated our existance not too long ago. His name was Falz, and his reign of terror lasted only for one year; however, the damage that he had succeeded in causing was immense. It was the joint effort of Altair, Marzon, and myself that had finally placed a stop to Falz. I believe Altair would be able to recollect the battle for you." Everyone's face became grim and saddened. Harry concluded that something in the battle must have happened.

Marzon spoke up, "I'll get us all something to drink before starting that bit."

Meanwhile at Number 12, Grimmauld Place where an Order ofe the Phoenix meeting is taking place, a special guest was invited to sit in on one of the meetings because Dumbledore had a 'feeling' that something was going to happen, and that guest just happened to be Sibyll Trelawney, Divination teacher at Hogwarts.

Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stood at his podium during Order meetings. He turned his head to Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts.

"Severus, I believe you have something to say?"

Professor Snape gave Headmaster Dumbledore a curt nod before standing up to speak. He spoke in a quiet manner yet in the tone he address his little speech, it had the effect of a dragon's roar echoing through valleys and cliffs.

"Yes Headmaster. I believe that the Dark Lord will soon begin his plan. He is premeditating the idea of attacking Diagon Alley near the end of holiday when occupants are in abundance. He is contemplating to make a personal appearance himself," finished Snape.

The silent reaction of the Order after Snape's revealings was deafening. Dumbledore looked upon the members of the Order from his podium and each of their faces showed a great deal of worry. The majority of them were competent against battling with Death Eaters but Voldemort himself? They all trembled in their chair at the sheer thought of his name. Most of them were afraid of his name for Merlin's sake.

"If this is indeed true, then we must prepare for the battle that is forthcoming. We must station as much Aurors and members of the Order as possible around Diagon Alley to ensure the safety of the public. Voldemort," there were a collective noise as people inhaled their breath and some flinched, "is certainly not wasting time either."

Sibyll Trelawney was raising her goblet to drink a sip of pumpkin juice when she suddenly lost her grip on it and her eyes became distant. Everyone rushed to assist the Divination teacher but halted their actions when Dumbledore told everyone to stay put. Professor Trelawney's voice when she opened her mouth was not in her usual ethereal mystic voice, but now in a harsh hoarse tone as both Harry and Dumbledore experienced before.

"The Dark Lord's equal shall ascend in power, fueled by the elements...The Dark Lord will accumulate masses of followers, ready to do his bidding...The first battle of many in both Light and Dark represented by their respectful ambassador, shall truly engage in the fate of the two realms at an alley..."

Dumbledore looked shocked, it was another prophecy delivered by the same person, who sealed Harry's destiny when he was one years old. Dumbledore took a look around the room, and some people had an expression of puzzlement with a hint of excitement as they try to speculate who is the Dark Lord's equal. Once Sibyll finished giving the prophecy, she returned back to her regular ethereal self as she simply asked, "Oh my dear, what happened?" Everyone in the Order sent Dumbledore a look after she asked that question.

Dumbledore paused for a bit, going over what just happened. "I believe that Sybill was just heading out on her way back to Hogwarts?"

Several members nodded and some said, "Yes you were," or a simple, "Yep."

"Oh alright then," Professor Trelawney replied as she walked over to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder sitting above the mantle and yelled, "Hogwarts, Divination Tower!"

Once Professor Trelawney had vanished in the green flames, which were now a soft quiet yellow with orange at the bottom, the Order members looked at Albus Dumbledore for an answer. It was Arthur Weasley, head of the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, that broke the silence.

"Professor, You-Know-Who has an equal? There'll be someone who can take a stand against Him?" he asked but with a hint of excitement behind his voice.

"It appears to be that way; unfortunately, we are oblivious to his identity." answered Dumbledore. His second statement had only been a half-truth, granted only he knew that the Dark Lord's equal is Harry Potter. But, how was he going to get the power to rival Tom Riddle's Dumbledore wondered.

"Director Bones, please see to it to station Aurors at Diagon Alley, and undercover if possible; we do not want anyone to get suspicious," Dumbledore asked Amelia Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Dumbledore paused for a bit before continuing; he looked to Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody.

"Alastor, you've trained countless Aurors back in your day. Do you think it'll be possible for you to gather some forces to defend Diagon Alley in case of attack?" Dumbledore asked the retired Auror.

"I should be able to, most of them owe me a favour; asking them to stand guard at Diagon Alley shouldn't be too much trouble." Moody answered.

"Good. Remus, the Dementors have defected to Voldemort's side; since you are one of the few amongst our members that are capable to conjuring a corporeal Patronus, would it be possible for you to take some time off your day to linger around Diagon Alley in case of any Dementors?"

The werewolf's head jerked up once Dumbledore called out his name, and he listened with rapid attention.

"Of course Dumbledore, I'll gladly sacrifice my time to help out. And if there are Dementors, we'll need all the help we can get since there aren't many to can adequately cast a corporeal Patronus." said Remus.

"Yes. Alright now, are there any more concerns that needs to be brought up?" Dumbledore asked the Order. Molly Weasley, mother of seven, stood up and asked a question.

"Headmaster, what about young Harry? What are we going to do with him? Can't he stay at the burrow?"

Professor Dumbledore chuckled a bit at the woman's motherly nature, always worrying about the kids she is, and is always willing to do anything necessary to see them smile as if there was nothing wrong in the world.

"Harry will be able to stay at the burrow at the end of the month until the start of term, but until then, he must stay at his relatives," Mrs. Weasley's face appeared a bit disappointed. "but I will send him an owl asking if he would like to come visit if its any consolation?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled briefly and said, "Of course, thank you Albus."

"Anyone else with something that they think they should share?" Dumbledore addressed to the Order. Nobody made any movement or sound to indicate they've something to share with the rest of the Order. With a finality Dumbledore spoke out, "Then this meetng is now adjourned."

On Ragol, Marzon, Xiu, and Altair had now finished recollecting the gruesome battle that decided the fate of Ragol to Harry. Their faces were haunted, with the images still freshed on their minds from the now finished tale.

Xiu spoke up, after a few moments of silence, "We knew of Voldemort, and that is why you were summoned here. With your permission, we want to train you so you would be able to fend off this evil."

Harry took his free hand, as his other was holding a cup of water, to rub his face in thought underneath his glasses. "I'd like to receive all the help as possible in defeating Voldemort once and for all. Not just for myself, but for others; I'm sick of him just killing people for sport. I'm sick of him hurting those I love. And I'm sick of him making my life miserable. I just want to end it."

Xiu nodded before continuing, "Well Harry, I can teach you a wide range of spells and dueling tactics, Altair here can work on your physical condition and training. Marzon... Marzon, how are you going to help him?" All three of them looked at Marzon, from a first glance Harry thought, Marzon appeared like a versatile person. Marzon was built but at the same time, skinny and well toned; Harry concluded that he was probably light on his feet when he needs to be. And who knows what else he can do.

"Well..." Marzon began, "Believe it or not, I'm quite competent at academic work. I can help you in theorising magic and potions?"

"Sure, that'd be great." Harry said to Marzon while nodding his head. Another few moments of silence had passed, and somewhat awkwardly in a way. These 'strangers' just offered Harry to help him prepare in the war, and he barely knew them. He did not know anything about theme except their names but something in Harry's gut told him that their word and intentions were pure.

Xiu took a sip of water, and placed his cup back on the table. He licked his lips and asked Harry, "Well, Harry. Why don't we get started?" he offered.

"The sooner the better."

"Follow me."

Harry rose up from his chair and followed Xiu to wherever he was leading him. They went through a hallway in the house, and came across a glass door. Xiu turned around, "Not much further. The technique I'm about to teach you is called Shunkan Idou. Which means Instantaneous Movement in English. You can say that its a form of Apparation, but its not exactly the same, as it follows different procedures. When we get to where the training ground is, I'll explain more."

Harry was now deeply intrigued. Wow, I can get where I want to go almost instantaneously now. That'd be a great help, He thought. He also thought about if he can use this method to come in and out of Hogwarts, he'd have to try. After setting a mental note to try it out once he reached Hogwarts, he also set another one to not tell Hermione, as she'll lecture on how you are unable to Apparate on Hogwarts grounds. Harry was brought out of his thoughts by a squawk from a falcon gliding above Xiu and himself. It was a bit big, obviously at its prime stage of life. The falcon had let out a chirp before flying off onto a lone nearby tree in the vast field.

Xiu stopped suddenly and much to Harry's shock, he disappeared without any trace of anyone else being there besides Harry, save the imprint of the soles of Xiu's shoes. Seconds passed and Xiu appeared out of thin air, literally, in front of Harry's eyes with no indication of arriving beforehand. If Harry was impressed, he certainly did a good job of masking it as his face wasn't an incredulous stupor as the common wizard would have; but a face of normalcy, his usual expression when he encountered anything out of the ordinary.

"Cool" Harry said simply, "That was the Shunkan Idou then? or.. Instantaneous Movement... whatever you want to call it."

"Yes, that was it." said Xiu. "I think its a lot better than Apparation. Unlike Apparation, it makes no noise when you appear, or disappear. It is also useful in battle because of that reason, and Anti-Apparation wards won't hinder this method at all." he continued. Xiu developed a great number of theories on various branches of magic, but unfortunately, most of his experiments didn't go as well as he would liked. There was this certain spell he managed to come across, however only a pure heart is able to cast it...

"Well the concept of instantaneous movement is to think of a place, or person of your destination. The stronger recollection of it, the better the results. For example, the tree over there," Xiu gestured his right hand towards the tree in the distance, as the leaves of it were blown by a soft breeze. "it'll be easy to transmit over there because you have a clear memory or view if you will of it. Also, if you are one to practise meditation or Occlumency, it'll greatly assist you in this method but it isn't necessary." Taking this left foot, he pointed his toes and drew a fairly sized X on the ground with it. "Harry, imagine this X, and your physical self there. Then just will yourself there. Its bit difficult to comprehend, yes but just try it."

Harry closed his eyes and pictured the X that was a few metres away from him. Without even realising it, Harry analysed the X to the littlest detail, from the blades of grass bent at the root to the particles of dirt of foundation in the grass. He felt himself traveling, and landing on the ground, almost instantaneously. He opened his eyes to see Xiu's stern face gazing back at him, but with a hint of a smile.

"You did it," said Xiu. "Now, its quite easy but it gets harder and harder if you are greatly distracted, such as in a duel. If you are planning to transmit yourself in a duel, be sure to keep your mind level headed, so hopefully your enemies wouldn't expect it. You should go home now, picture your residence and just 'will' yourself in your room. If you would like to travel to here by telepipe, it will go off at two in the morning. Or if you prefer to come here by transmitting yourself, feel free to. I have no doubt that this will be amongst many skills that you will perfect."

Of course, Harry didn't really payed attention to Xiu's lecture, just catching onto the part of telepipe at two, or coming here by transmission. Harry pictured his tiny room in Number 4, Privet Drive and in less than a second, he was gone.

Xiu quickly appeared into the house in which Altair and Marzon are awaiting how Harry was doing. Altair was the first to speak, "How did he do?" Xiu's face become a large smile, closely to a grin. "He quickly gotten the grasp of Shunkan Idou, but it is only the one of the many skills he will perfect during his time here."

Marzon lifted his head up, and his face expressed something along the lines of hope. "That's great to hear, that boy is our last hope."

"Yes, but this Voldemort character is only a test in which is to come of his destiny." Altair added. The three of them, nodded before heading to bed but not without a glimmer of hope in their minds.

Harry was in his room, taking in his surroundings but was astonished at the sun still shining. He was positive that he spent a very great deal of time on Ragol, as when he left, the sun was setting and when he arrived at the place, the sun was in the middle of its rise. But only five minutes have passed. According to his broken-down clock that is. He made his way to his bed, in attempt to lie down and reflect on what happened as he usually does. But as he laid down, there was a letter underneath him and he quickly jumped up in surprised. "Oh, its only a letter." he said to no one.