Author's note: Hey It's me, Jessica. I started this story a little late, because I wanted to get some sleep at night, and I've been working at finishing Kingdom Hearts, but I'm no where finished, so it sucks. Anyways, enjoy this chapter I suppose!
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me, the Harry that is.
Savage Chapter 3
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"Did you feel it?" Dumbledore ran out into the hallway of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"I felt it, but do you know where it came from?" McGonagall asked quickly, the two of them heading towards the office of Dumbledore. It was three o'clock in the morning, and the alarms they set on themselves, so that when Harry used magic they could find him, have finally went off.
"That's what we're going to go find out," Dumbledore said as they quickened their pace, and entered Dumbledore's office from the secret passage behind the bookcase. Moving to his desk he picked up a peculiar looking object. It was a clear rectangle the size of a box of cereal. It weighed as much as a 355 mL bottle of soda. Pointing his wand at it he said "Andelcia" and the box raised into the air, turned three times, and set back down on the table.
"We should be able to see exactly where he is in this box," Dumbledore, and McGonagall moved over to the box to see exactly where Harry was. Unfortunately all they saw was a very large forest, set in the far northern parts of the Rocky Mountains, close to the Yukon in Canada.
"What has gone wrong? Shouldn't we see exactly where Harry is?" McGonagall asked panicky.
"Unfortunately not, this particular forest is not exactly where we want Harry to be," Dumbledore said worriedly.
"What do you mean?" McGonagall asked nervously.
"This is Salazar Slytherin's forest," He answered quietly.
"What do you mean?! I thought it was a myth," McGonagall cried.
"No, it's not. Salazar Slytherin really does have a magical pure-blood army inside there. It no longer has the knowledge of magic, but it is there. What they would do to Harry if they found that he is not Pure-Blood, I'm not sure. But we must enter that forest and find Harry. Or else we must fear the worse." Dumbledore looked outside the window thoughtfully.
"What do you mean?" McGonagall asked.
"A new prophecy was made about Harry Potter, Minerva. His job in this world is not over. He is crucial once again to the well-being of the whole world. If we do not find him, we are condemning ourselves to die." Dumbledore said quietly.
"I'll go get Severus, Weasley, and Granger." McGonagall excused herself.
"Ron, Hermione, you have no idea what you have done," Dumbledore sighed sadly to himself.
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"What do you mean you can't find him?" Ron asked harshly.
"What I mean Mr. Weasley, is that that forest is magical. It repels magic. If you were to go into that forest, you would not be able to use any magic whatsoever. So it makes sense that magic cannot go inside to find the exact location of Mr. Potter." Dumbledore explained calmly.
"But we are going to go aren't we? To save Harry I mean," Hermione asked worriedly.
"That is exactly what I've called you here to tell you. I am going to band together a small group to search the forest for the whereabouts of Harry." Dumbledore said.
"I'm going," Ron and Hermione said à la même temps.
"Unfortunately not all of you can go, and there are things that I must tell you before I choose the groups. This is no regular forest. This forest was taken over by Salazar Slytherin when he left this school here. He took hundreds of pure-bloods that followed him into the forest to create an army that would one day take of Hogwarts. Unfortunately there was a bond that was created between the four founders of the school, he died trying to separate it, and left his army in the wilderness of that forest. That army is still there, and they still follow Salazar Slytherin. I have a sneaking suspicion that Voldemort must have been there, but he wasn't able to go in. You see, only purebloods can enter the forest, so for the group I can only have pureblood wizards. Sorry Hermione," Dumbledore put his hand on Hermione's trembling one.
"No it's ok Headmaster, if it's nothing that you can change, than I will just have to live with it. But now I insist that Ron go along with the group." Hermione said her voice hard with determination.
"Not necessary, of course Ron Weasley will be going. Now for the other members, Professor Snape will be going, and I have called in Remus Lupin, so he will also be there. I myself will not be going, and nor can I send McGonagall, she had a Muggle mother. So I will also be sending Draco Malfoy." Dumbledore told them.
"Draco Malfoy! But he hates Harry!" Ron protested.
"He is also one of the only pureblood slytherins to not become a deatheater during the war. He has shown that we can trust him, so we shall trust him." Dumbledore said sternly.
"Yes sir," Ron mumbled, head bowed ashamedly.
"Now, you will be leaving first thing tomorrow, a portkey will be created for you to take you to the outskirts of the forest. Your supplies shall be with it. Remember you cannot use magic in the forest. Remus will be come to get you Ron, and Severus will go get Draco. Return Harry Potter, that is your mission. Good luck,"
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"What do you mean I'm the Tribe Leader?" Harry asked.
"You ate the heart Harry, you must be the leader," Kash told him for the fifth time.
"Listen, I have no idea how to be a tribe leader, and unfortunately I forgot to mention that I'm not pureblood. Is it custom that you must be pureblood to be the Tribe Leader?" Harry asked.
"You're not Pureblood? But you must be, are both your parents . . . wizards?" Kash asked, hesitant to use the word wizard.
"Yes, both of them, but my Mother was born to two Muggles!" Harry protested.
"Then you are pureblood, and you are the tribe leader," She said with a finality that shut Harry up.
"Well, then you will have to teach me." Harry told her.
"You are not Tribe Leader yet, so you will not be telling me to do anything. But yes I will need to teach you. As it is, a new Tribe Leader is always declared at the annual Tribe meeting. A new heir must be made, but of course the circumstances are different since you prefer men. . . I think that there might be some problems with you being the Tribe leader, but we will allow the Tribe Council to decide. In the mean time you will begin your training," Kash told him.
"What do you mean my training? What kind of training?" He asked.
"First of all, I am your elder, you always respect your elders, what ever status they are. But above all, always respect your medicine woman, me, and your Tribe Leader, non-existant at the moment. So in the mean time you will train with the heir, although he is no longer the heir. And stop asking questions," She slapped his shoulder.
"Ow, but what. . ." He was about to say when Kash hit him again.
"Don't flinch like a coward, you must learn to deal with pain. We have very useful training to help you with that," Kash smiled darkly.
"Kash, you're scaring him!" Wen protested, entering the cave that Harry and Kash were sitting in.
"Wen, must you be here? There are things you do not understand." Kash shooed her out.
"NO, I am not going. My husband is now dead, my son Is no longer heir, but Dak's spirit still lives on through him, like all the spirits of the Tribe Leaders," Wen sat down and folded her arms.
"His spirit is living through me?! But I don't want to be him!" Harry cried.
"Be quiet, no one said you can speak! And Dak was a noble and courageous man, you will not disrespect his spirit!" Kash hit Harry on the shoulder once again.
"Kash. . . " Wen started.
"Wen, it is my job to train him, and I will do so as I see fit. Now, you must leave, we have much training to begin. He has to be semi-presentable to the Council," Kash told her sternly, and like anyone below the status of Medicine Woman, she left obediently.
"Harry, Wen is soft, you must not become like her. Men like her son and what this tribe needs for a leader, or men like Dak. Harry we have no room for softies, everyone must be hard to survive here. You must not be hesitant to kill when you must, and you must not be afraid of pain. We are the strongest clan because we do not harbour any soft people, even Wen will kill when she must." Kash told him.
"Yes," Harry nodded.
"Did I say you can speak?!" Kash hit him squarely on the shoulder, harder than the last. Harry shook his head quickly.
"Good, now. Put on your clothes, and come outside. We are moving, we cannot stay here any longer. You're sickness has slowed us down, and we mean to quicken our pace. You will keep up or we will leave you behind," Kash said as she left the ten.
Harry sat on his rug contemplating the situation that he had gotten himself into. He had killed a man, it didn't faze him, and he enjoyed it in fact. That's what scared him. What had he become when he killed that man? He was a wolf now, his totem was the wolf. Not that he really knew the significance of the Totem. It seemed rather silly to him, but they fiercely believed in this totem thing, which meant that he must try his best to believe it as well.
The tribe was afraid of him, he had eaten the heart of their leader right in front of them. The thought of it almost made him hurl. It was like he was some other person, like something darker took him over and did it. He couldn't even really believe he killed Dak, but it was the presence that made him kill him. It was the feeling that if he didn't kill him, his whole life would be ruined. He would lose yet another family, and probably his life. Perhaps it was the dark soul of survival, doing everything you can not to lose part of you. It was that dark part of him that killed Dak. He was afraid that perhaps that Dark Soul would one day enshroud him completely and he would not be able to stop it.
No that wouldn't happen, he wouldn't let it happen.
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"If it isn't Red haired weasel," Draco Malfoy drawled effortlessly.
"Hello Malfoy," Ron snarled, not at all pleased that he had to be around the infamous Slytherin. He could not believe at all that Draco Malfoy had not become a Deatheater, but the absence of that special mark on his arm told otherwise.
"Now, now, I wont tolerate any of that," Lupin told them sternly.
"Please can we stop this foolishness and leave?" Snape said oily.
"I'm ready, we're just waiting on Weasley here," Draco smirked towards the struggling Weasley, who was having trouble putting on his backpack of supplies.
"Shut it Malfoy, I'm ready," Ron told Lupin, who nodded and put his hand on a large desk.
"This is the portkey, and it is going to go off in ten seconds, so I suggest you get yourself over here, and touch this desk. 9. . . 8. . . 7. . . 6. . ." Remus counted.
"Do we really need the countdown?" Snape sneered.
"two. . . one. . . " Lupin finished counting and they were portkeyed to the edge of the Forest of the PureBloods.
Standing in front of it they seemed very small in comparison. The trees were twelve times taller than they were, and Ron himself was six foot two, and Draco five foot eleven. The forest didn't seem to have an entrance, all the trees were bunched together to stop them from entering, unless they cut their ways through, there was no way they were entering this forest. Especially without magic.
"So what now?" Ron asked, turning around to see everyone already tramping towards the forest, "HEY!"
"If you're not going to keep up Mr. Weasley, then I suggest you apparate back to Hogwarts," Snape sneered.
"Unfortunately, I don't have my wand, and you my dear Professor, have the portkey back," Ron snarled.
"You will not talk back to your Professor here, ten points off Gryffindor," He smirked at Ron.
"Does that even work here?" Ron asked confused.
"Just shut up Weasley," Draco rolled his eyes.
"Sod off Malfoy," Ron said heatedly.
"Mr Weasley, and Mr Malfoy, for the last time Shutup! We do not want to be attracting the people from inside the forest, not to mention the wolves, and the bears, and the monsters that will rip your gut out and trample on it." Lupin said sternly.
"Yes Professor," Ron said, not knowing really what else to say, even though Lupin was not a professor at the school anymore. Draco just rolled his eyes, and looked back towards the forest that they were now within arms length of it.
"hmmm," Snape hemmed, and he reached out and touched the forest. Immediately the trees seemed to spring apart and create a small doorway that led into the forest. Snape led the way with Draco behind him, then Ron, and following up the group was Lupin.
"Well we're here, now let's get moving," Snape said briskly, and started off towards the middle of the forest.
"I thought we've already started," Ron said.
"Weasley, you are making this trip really un-enjoyable," Draco said.
"Did you expect a vacation?" Ron asked venomously.
"No, but I did expect the group to be less stupid, and it would be if you were NOT here," Draco sneered.
"But I am here, so you will just have to deal," Ron sniffed.
"But I don't have to deal with your incessant bickering, so shut up now, or we will turn right around, and leave Potter to fend for himself," Snape barked, stopping to look at them squarely in the eyes as he delivered him ultimatum.
"Yes Professor Snape," They said unanimously, while Lupin chuckled in the background.
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Harry grunted as he was once again slapped. This time for slowing down the tribe. Kash had told him that one of the most important factors of being Tribe Leader is strength, in both mind and body. So she put weights around his ankles, and dumped triple the load that the other tribe members were obligated to carry. There was no way that he would make it with all that weight on him. He knew, the tribe members knew it, and Kash knew it.
But still she made him walk on.
He had already fallen twice on the journey, and each time he fell they quickly picked him back up, and cut a shallow cut on his right arm. Kash had told him that the more scars a man has on his right arm, the more status he loses. Already Harry had two, most of the men had at least five. But they had gotten them over many years, and for different reasons, such as not saving a man from an attack. But Harry got cuts from falling. Of course it did cheer him up when he saw Tarn's scars. He had many, and Tarn had explained to him that the Tribe Leader always has many, many scars. Life is much harder for the Tribe Leader.
Tarn himself had been the heir to be the Tribe Leader, and could very well continue being the heir in a short time. The fact that Harry was gay changed many things. He would not be expected to have children, but the council would choose an heir for him. So naturally they would choose an heir who was already trained. Tarn being one. Kash also expressed the idea, that perhaps they would govern together, Harry first, and Tarn second. Harry himself had eaten the Leader's Heart, so he must become Tribe Leader. Tarn was related to Dak by blood. With Dak's blood running through Harry's body by the heart that was swallowed, and Tarn's son blood, they were equal in status at the moment. At least until the Council made up their minds.
So together they grunted their way through the forest, Tarn carrying a much heavier pack, but doing it better after all the training that he had already accomplished. Training for the Tribe Leader started with learning the magic at age seven, then training physically started at age fifteen. So Tarn had a two year advantage on him, but he also had a few years training to be a silent killer. To hunt that is. So if anyone were to be Tribe Leader it should be Tarn, but life never works out that way for Harry Potter. No matter where he was he would cause chaos, and he would always manage to stick out in a crowd. There was no getting away with it. He thought that perhaps with the death of Voldemort, he would be free from all of this, but that was a foolish dream, and then he thought that getting away from Hogwarts would change everything, nope. Never. Life is never ever fair. Especially for famous people.
"We stop here," Wen ordered, as she had the highest status in the tribe at the moment. At least until Harry and Tarn were officially made men, which would happen when they arrived at the council.
Harry sighed heavily and contentedly, no more hauling stuff all day, no more climbing impossible hills with the whole earth on my back. No more.
"Harry, you and Tarn will continue your training, take your packs off, you will both go for a twenty mile run. I want you back before sunset, which is an hour from now. I will know if you didn't do the whole run, I am Medicine Woman after all," Kash smiled sweetly, Harry hating her guts more every second.
"Yes Medicine Woman," Tarn bowed and put his pack down.
Harry groaned inwardly, and also bowed to the small old woman, despising her and her power. Soon all of that will change, I will become the Tribe Leader, and she will control me no more. Putting his pack down, he followed Tarn who ran deep into the trees.
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"Where are we? I swear I've seen that tree before," Ron pointed at a particularly bent over tree.
"Oh God, we didn't go in a huge circle did we?" Draco drawled impatiently.
"I could've sworn we were going east, how have we gone in a huge circle?" Snape consulted him old fashioned compass.
"Remember, this is a magical forest, many things can happen here," Lupin pointed out, knowing quite a bit about magical forests, since he spent a lot of his time as a werewolf there. He even had a shack, and around the time of the full moon, he would go inside the forest, and wait for the moon. He was safe from others, and no one would ever find him unless he wanted to be found. Such is the power of the forest.
"Yes, alrighty here' s the plan, we will all put out hands on this tree, and then we will walk to the tree exactly in front of us, and touch that one. We will do this until we are sure we are getting somewhere, if we don't get anywhere, than I suggest giving up," Snape devised a plan.
"Listen here you, I am not leaving this forest without Harry Potter. He is going to make it out of here alive, and I'm going to make sure of it. He's my best friend, and Ill be damned if I let you ditch him here alone." Ron said harshly, in a demanding voice.
"How touching," Draco laughed, and then walked towards the next tree and placed his hand on it.
Instantly a huge burst of light permeated the air and a spectacle of imaginative and creative color burst forth from the tree, directly from under Draco Malfoy's hand.
"What is happening?!" Draco started to panic. Not sure what to do he tried to pull his hand from the tree to stop the brilliant lights that surrounded them.
"You are stuck to the tree?" Lupin asked.
"Yes! God damn it yes! I am stuck to this bloody tree, with the bloody lights, an anyone within a mile would be able to see the magnificent light display I'm showing." Draco started to lose his temper.
"Now calm down Mr. Malfoy we'll get you off," Snape said, muttering under his breath, "I hope. . . "
Of course Ron heard this and smirked, he looked at Draco's struggling body and grinned in totally delight at the uncomfortable ness of the great Draco Malfoy. This day couldn't get any better. No wait it could, if only Harry were here.
"Ron Get out of my forest," Ron heard a growl from behind him.
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Harry Potter was beginning to get used to the jog, his muscles were well toned after Quidditch, not really for running though, but the pace that Tarn was setting was agreeable and with little effort Harry had managed to keep up. Perhaps Tarn was just being easy on him after his first time at the Training. Doesn't matter really, as long as he didn't have to run with those packs on.
"You're lucky Brother of Heart, Usually Kash would make me run with those packs on my back," Tarn laughed at the stupefied look that was etched across Harry's face.
"You're kidding me," Harry laughed weakly, knowing deep down that no, he wasn't kidding.
"Nope, sorry Brother, but the training is hard, you have to be strong to endure it." Tarn flexed his biceps. Strong is right, Harry mused to himself.
"Come on let's quicken the pace a little," Tarn called back behind his shoulder to the running Harry Potter. He was certain that he had done at least half of the course that Kash had set. Oh imagine the packs. . .
And for some unknown reason, Harry was picked up off the ground and a great light burst out from his chest. It's whiteness burned the eyes of those who looked at it. Harry could not see anything, due to the fact that he was what the light was coming from.
"Harry! Harry!" he heard Tarn call out in the distance.
"This is great, I'm done for. I mean what will be able to save me? Nothing. Well it I'm going to die, at least it doesn't hurt." Harry thought amusedly to himself, no longer afraid of death.
With that lost thought a deep pain surged through Harry's body, and he found himself in a totally new place, Tarn at his side. Harry knew that it was a different place, not only because the trees were different, but the magic felt different. More like a prison. Yes, this was close to the border of the forest. But how had he gotten there, and what was he doing? Where did the light go?
No one answered these questions, as there was no one to ask. Tarn himself seemed extremely confused, and awed at the sight of Harry. Who knows why? Tarn shook his head briefly and looked around.
"Definitely near the north border. Come on, we are no longer close to Kash and the clan, they are around one hundred miles from here. But luckily enough we are close the Tribes annual meeting place. We can go there instantly, and not have to go back to Kash," Tarn smiled, teeth perfectly straight in his mouth.
"That sounds good, but what will we do about provisions?" Harry asked, worried that they'll be stuck in the forest once again.
"Don't worry about it, the people at the. . . What's that?" Tarn was saying before he saw some really colorful lights going off behind the trees to the left of him.
"I do not know, I've never seen this kind of thing before. Does stuff like this happen in the forest?" Harry asked in all seriousness.
"No, this looks magical, and there's no magic in the forest other than the magic of the forest itself. Oh Great Forest, I know what this is. It said that in the prophecy of the Tribes that when the King of the Army's lover lights will burst out of the trees themselves as a signal, but also that the lovers will not reunite for many years there after. This means that the time is coming when we will once again take over Hogwarts." Tarn said with an ambitious gleam in his eyes.
"Well lets go investigate it, I hear yelling, which means there is more than one person," Harry suggested, starting to move towards the light.
"Yes, lets go," And they moved towards the bright lights.
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Draco was panicking; there was no other way to put it. He was stuck to some magical light tree, and could not get away. Not only that but it was like the trees were talking to him. He could hear it in his head. 'You are the lover, the king is waiting, but not yet.' In his head. What in the world does that mean? He was not some kind of tree hugger, or tree. . . don't even think about it, it's not even possible. And who's this King? He's the King's lover? What makes the stupid trees think he's gay? Not that he isn't. . . he was very, very gay. But still the assumption! He ought to cut down this tree, but he couldn't since he was stuck to it.
"Now calm down, Mr Malfoy, we'll get you off," Snape said from behind him
Draco looked at the very evil, smirking, Ron Weasley. What he wouldn't give to throw a rock at him or something, perhaps cast a hex on him, but all in all, throwing rocks would be so much more satisfying. As it always is when throwing rocks at Weasley.
Then he heard it; the voice of Harry Potter.
"Ron, get out of my forest," Harry said from behind Ron. Draco watched as a bright smile lit up on the sound of Harry's voice, then turn into a deep frown, when he turned to see Harry naked from waist up with dark tattoos tainting his alabaster skin.
'My God. . .' Was all Draco could even think. Fortunately Snape or Lupin were not affected by his savage like appearance.
"Harry we have been looking all over, I order you to return to the castle immediately," Snape said haughtily. Harry turned a growled a menacing growl, one that sent shivers up Draco's spine.
"I don't take rules from you anymore," Harry snarled, he looked so. . . wild.
"Harry, please, everyone is worried about you. Ron and Hermione did not mean what they said. They were planning a surprise party, and needed you out of the way," Lupin tried to explain.
"Well, I'm out of the way aren't I?" Harry said coldly.
"Come on mate, we can go home now, we never meant anything we said," Ron tried. Harry stared at him blankly, not a ounce of feeling in his stare. Nothing, just emptiness and coldness.
"Who are these people?" The wild looking Man with Harry asked him.
"They come from Hogwarts," Harry looked at him and smiled. 'Were they lovers?' Draco thought to himself.
"Hogwarts?! Then we must destroy them! For the Great Slytherin!" The Man screamed wildly and patriotically.
By then that was all Draco could take, he instantly burst out laughing. "The Great Harry Potter the Gryffindor, with a maniac Slytherin?!" He laughed heartily.
"and the lover will laugh at the great king," The man said lowly, but loud enough that everyone could hear.
"I don't believe it, I am not the King, and he will NEVER be my lover!" Harry protested, his voice losing the wild edge for panic.
". . . and the king will doubt, and cast his lover from the forest forever." The man smiled at Harry.
"Shut up Tarn, I'm not this King, and they cannot stay here. They must leave!" Harry turned to the rest when he said that last sentence.
"We're not leaving without you," Ron said defiantly.
"Then I will have to force you out," Harry smiled maliciously, "Ron, I've killed a man I thought was my friend, I'm not afraid of having to hurt you."
"That must've been how we tracked you. Did you use the Avada Kedavra curse?" Snape asked, a little surprised at Harry's confession.
"You have been tracking me?!" Harry yelled indignantly, a red haze surrounding his body.
"Put your head back on Harry, how else would we have found you?" Lupin asked incredulously.
"Do not insult the King of the Forest!" Tarn yelled, pulling out a dagger that he had hidden in his pants. By this time Harry's anger had turned white hot. Just looking at him made you afraid for your life. As Draco was in this very moment. If he had the choice he would turn and run out of the forest, unfortunately for him, he was still stuck to the glowing tree.
"You leave now!" Harry yelled loudly, then the forest once again burst with a brilliant white light, which was enveloped by Harry. Harry's eyes burned with the rage of a flaming fire. He lifted his arms and motioned them apart, like moses did when he separated the sea to make a path for his people to cross. Magically enough the trees sprang apart and made a passage to the outside of the forest. Now Draco was petrified. Harry was using magic, wandless, in a forest that repelled any use of magic, plus is was being implied that he would be Harry's lover. There was only so much that one could take in one sitting.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Lupin asked fiercely.
" . . . and the King will weild the magic of the forest, and order the forest to open up to the outside." The strange man bowed his head.
Harry ignored this and raised his arms once again, this time pointing at Professor Snape. With a mere twitch of his finger, Snape was picked up five feet in the air, and blasted out of the forest, no hurled more like it. Hurled by imaginary hands.
"That is the first warning, for I never did like Snape, now leave." Harry said, his eyes losing his rage.
"No, we cannot leave without you. You are once more essential to the well-being of the wizarding world." Lupin tried again, and once again another member of their team was hurled to the outskirts of the forest, right beside the limp form of Professor Snape.
"Ron, don't make me do it," Harry said calmly.
"Do it Harry, for I won't leave without you," Ron said, his eyes flaring up with both anger, and fear.
"You leave me no choice," Harry said, and he hurled Ron from the forest as well. Though much more forcefully, and with more vigor. Like it was personal.
"Harry, you must become Tribe Leader, you are the King," The strange man once again said.
"Tarn, forget about the King thing. You are the rightful heir of the Wolf Tribe. Eating a heart does not make the blood of your father run through my veins!" Harry cried indignantly.
"Harry, you do not fully understand the customs of out Tribes, but it is in the prophecy, that the King would be an outsider who would join us together. You will learn our customs, and you will join us together for war," The man named Tarn tried once again to convince Harry.
"I don't believe you," Harry said.
"Then don't believe me, but you are the King." Tarn laughed.
"What ever makes you sleep at night, Tarn," Harry laughed as well.
By this time Draco had finally managed to break free of the tree. It seemed that the power that was holding him there was absorbed into Harry. Which was good, so he could sneak out. And he'd had a lot of experience in sneaking. If he was careful there was no way that Harry would hear him.
Right. . .
Left. . .
Right. . .
*SNAP*
'Oh damn,' Draco cursed himself.
"What are you still doing here?" Harry turned and looked at him.
"Uhh. . . I was just uhh leaving," Draco pointed towards his group, which were still lying motionless, which he really didn't want to happen to him.
"Why are you here anyways? You were never my friend," Harry asked curiously. No rage at all.
"Well after seeing what you do to your 'friends' I don't really think I want to be one," Draco looked pointedly at Ron and the others.
"They are no longer my friends, but as it is, you are no longer my enemy. Now get out of my forest," Harry said calmly.
"Right, exactly what I was thinking," Draco said nervously, and hesitantly turned his back to Harry and started on his way out of the forest.
"Oh and Draco?" Harry said once more.
"Yah?" Draco turned around, curious at what he had to say, not to mention the fact that he had called him Draco.
But he was much surprised when Harry slashed his face from his right eyebrow and diagonally towards his neck, passing over the bridge of his nose.
"I always thought you were to pretty for your own good," And with that he turned and left, leaving Draco with a bleeding face, and thoughts of revenge.
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Author's note: Heh, promises are fruitless. I said 13000 words, well you get almost 6000 hahahah not even close. But I decided to leave it like that cause I was getting restless. Anyways I still have to get to the council. What a nightmare. Well have fun!
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me, the Harry that is.
Savage Chapter 3
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"Did you feel it?" Dumbledore ran out into the hallway of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"I felt it, but do you know where it came from?" McGonagall asked quickly, the two of them heading towards the office of Dumbledore. It was three o'clock in the morning, and the alarms they set on themselves, so that when Harry used magic they could find him, have finally went off.
"That's what we're going to go find out," Dumbledore said as they quickened their pace, and entered Dumbledore's office from the secret passage behind the bookcase. Moving to his desk he picked up a peculiar looking object. It was a clear rectangle the size of a box of cereal. It weighed as much as a 355 mL bottle of soda. Pointing his wand at it he said "Andelcia" and the box raised into the air, turned three times, and set back down on the table.
"We should be able to see exactly where he is in this box," Dumbledore, and McGonagall moved over to the box to see exactly where Harry was. Unfortunately all they saw was a very large forest, set in the far northern parts of the Rocky Mountains, close to the Yukon in Canada.
"What has gone wrong? Shouldn't we see exactly where Harry is?" McGonagall asked panicky.
"Unfortunately not, this particular forest is not exactly where we want Harry to be," Dumbledore said worriedly.
"What do you mean?" McGonagall asked nervously.
"This is Salazar Slytherin's forest," He answered quietly.
"What do you mean?! I thought it was a myth," McGonagall cried.
"No, it's not. Salazar Slytherin really does have a magical pure-blood army inside there. It no longer has the knowledge of magic, but it is there. What they would do to Harry if they found that he is not Pure-Blood, I'm not sure. But we must enter that forest and find Harry. Or else we must fear the worse." Dumbledore looked outside the window thoughtfully.
"What do you mean?" McGonagall asked.
"A new prophecy was made about Harry Potter, Minerva. His job in this world is not over. He is crucial once again to the well-being of the whole world. If we do not find him, we are condemning ourselves to die." Dumbledore said quietly.
"I'll go get Severus, Weasley, and Granger." McGonagall excused herself.
"Ron, Hermione, you have no idea what you have done," Dumbledore sighed sadly to himself.
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"What do you mean you can't find him?" Ron asked harshly.
"What I mean Mr. Weasley, is that that forest is magical. It repels magic. If you were to go into that forest, you would not be able to use any magic whatsoever. So it makes sense that magic cannot go inside to find the exact location of Mr. Potter." Dumbledore explained calmly.
"But we are going to go aren't we? To save Harry I mean," Hermione asked worriedly.
"That is exactly what I've called you here to tell you. I am going to band together a small group to search the forest for the whereabouts of Harry." Dumbledore said.
"I'm going," Ron and Hermione said à la même temps.
"Unfortunately not all of you can go, and there are things that I must tell you before I choose the groups. This is no regular forest. This forest was taken over by Salazar Slytherin when he left this school here. He took hundreds of pure-bloods that followed him into the forest to create an army that would one day take of Hogwarts. Unfortunately there was a bond that was created between the four founders of the school, he died trying to separate it, and left his army in the wilderness of that forest. That army is still there, and they still follow Salazar Slytherin. I have a sneaking suspicion that Voldemort must have been there, but he wasn't able to go in. You see, only purebloods can enter the forest, so for the group I can only have pureblood wizards. Sorry Hermione," Dumbledore put his hand on Hermione's trembling one.
"No it's ok Headmaster, if it's nothing that you can change, than I will just have to live with it. But now I insist that Ron go along with the group." Hermione said her voice hard with determination.
"Not necessary, of course Ron Weasley will be going. Now for the other members, Professor Snape will be going, and I have called in Remus Lupin, so he will also be there. I myself will not be going, and nor can I send McGonagall, she had a Muggle mother. So I will also be sending Draco Malfoy." Dumbledore told them.
"Draco Malfoy! But he hates Harry!" Ron protested.
"He is also one of the only pureblood slytherins to not become a deatheater during the war. He has shown that we can trust him, so we shall trust him." Dumbledore said sternly.
"Yes sir," Ron mumbled, head bowed ashamedly.
"Now, you will be leaving first thing tomorrow, a portkey will be created for you to take you to the outskirts of the forest. Your supplies shall be with it. Remember you cannot use magic in the forest. Remus will be come to get you Ron, and Severus will go get Draco. Return Harry Potter, that is your mission. Good luck,"
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"What do you mean I'm the Tribe Leader?" Harry asked.
"You ate the heart Harry, you must be the leader," Kash told him for the fifth time.
"Listen, I have no idea how to be a tribe leader, and unfortunately I forgot to mention that I'm not pureblood. Is it custom that you must be pureblood to be the Tribe Leader?" Harry asked.
"You're not Pureblood? But you must be, are both your parents . . . wizards?" Kash asked, hesitant to use the word wizard.
"Yes, both of them, but my Mother was born to two Muggles!" Harry protested.
"Then you are pureblood, and you are the tribe leader," She said with a finality that shut Harry up.
"Well, then you will have to teach me." Harry told her.
"You are not Tribe Leader yet, so you will not be telling me to do anything. But yes I will need to teach you. As it is, a new Tribe Leader is always declared at the annual Tribe meeting. A new heir must be made, but of course the circumstances are different since you prefer men. . . I think that there might be some problems with you being the Tribe leader, but we will allow the Tribe Council to decide. In the mean time you will begin your training," Kash told him.
"What do you mean my training? What kind of training?" He asked.
"First of all, I am your elder, you always respect your elders, what ever status they are. But above all, always respect your medicine woman, me, and your Tribe Leader, non-existant at the moment. So in the mean time you will train with the heir, although he is no longer the heir. And stop asking questions," She slapped his shoulder.
"Ow, but what. . ." He was about to say when Kash hit him again.
"Don't flinch like a coward, you must learn to deal with pain. We have very useful training to help you with that," Kash smiled darkly.
"Kash, you're scaring him!" Wen protested, entering the cave that Harry and Kash were sitting in.
"Wen, must you be here? There are things you do not understand." Kash shooed her out.
"NO, I am not going. My husband is now dead, my son Is no longer heir, but Dak's spirit still lives on through him, like all the spirits of the Tribe Leaders," Wen sat down and folded her arms.
"His spirit is living through me?! But I don't want to be him!" Harry cried.
"Be quiet, no one said you can speak! And Dak was a noble and courageous man, you will not disrespect his spirit!" Kash hit Harry on the shoulder once again.
"Kash. . . " Wen started.
"Wen, it is my job to train him, and I will do so as I see fit. Now, you must leave, we have much training to begin. He has to be semi-presentable to the Council," Kash told her sternly, and like anyone below the status of Medicine Woman, she left obediently.
"Harry, Wen is soft, you must not become like her. Men like her son and what this tribe needs for a leader, or men like Dak. Harry we have no room for softies, everyone must be hard to survive here. You must not be hesitant to kill when you must, and you must not be afraid of pain. We are the strongest clan because we do not harbour any soft people, even Wen will kill when she must." Kash told him.
"Yes," Harry nodded.
"Did I say you can speak?!" Kash hit him squarely on the shoulder, harder than the last. Harry shook his head quickly.
"Good, now. Put on your clothes, and come outside. We are moving, we cannot stay here any longer. You're sickness has slowed us down, and we mean to quicken our pace. You will keep up or we will leave you behind," Kash said as she left the ten.
Harry sat on his rug contemplating the situation that he had gotten himself into. He had killed a man, it didn't faze him, and he enjoyed it in fact. That's what scared him. What had he become when he killed that man? He was a wolf now, his totem was the wolf. Not that he really knew the significance of the Totem. It seemed rather silly to him, but they fiercely believed in this totem thing, which meant that he must try his best to believe it as well.
The tribe was afraid of him, he had eaten the heart of their leader right in front of them. The thought of it almost made him hurl. It was like he was some other person, like something darker took him over and did it. He couldn't even really believe he killed Dak, but it was the presence that made him kill him. It was the feeling that if he didn't kill him, his whole life would be ruined. He would lose yet another family, and probably his life. Perhaps it was the dark soul of survival, doing everything you can not to lose part of you. It was that dark part of him that killed Dak. He was afraid that perhaps that Dark Soul would one day enshroud him completely and he would not be able to stop it.
No that wouldn't happen, he wouldn't let it happen.
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"If it isn't Red haired weasel," Draco Malfoy drawled effortlessly.
"Hello Malfoy," Ron snarled, not at all pleased that he had to be around the infamous Slytherin. He could not believe at all that Draco Malfoy had not become a Deatheater, but the absence of that special mark on his arm told otherwise.
"Now, now, I wont tolerate any of that," Lupin told them sternly.
"Please can we stop this foolishness and leave?" Snape said oily.
"I'm ready, we're just waiting on Weasley here," Draco smirked towards the struggling Weasley, who was having trouble putting on his backpack of supplies.
"Shut it Malfoy, I'm ready," Ron told Lupin, who nodded and put his hand on a large desk.
"This is the portkey, and it is going to go off in ten seconds, so I suggest you get yourself over here, and touch this desk. 9. . . 8. . . 7. . . 6. . ." Remus counted.
"Do we really need the countdown?" Snape sneered.
"two. . . one. . . " Lupin finished counting and they were portkeyed to the edge of the Forest of the PureBloods.
Standing in front of it they seemed very small in comparison. The trees were twelve times taller than they were, and Ron himself was six foot two, and Draco five foot eleven. The forest didn't seem to have an entrance, all the trees were bunched together to stop them from entering, unless they cut their ways through, there was no way they were entering this forest. Especially without magic.
"So what now?" Ron asked, turning around to see everyone already tramping towards the forest, "HEY!"
"If you're not going to keep up Mr. Weasley, then I suggest you apparate back to Hogwarts," Snape sneered.
"Unfortunately, I don't have my wand, and you my dear Professor, have the portkey back," Ron snarled.
"You will not talk back to your Professor here, ten points off Gryffindor," He smirked at Ron.
"Does that even work here?" Ron asked confused.
"Just shut up Weasley," Draco rolled his eyes.
"Sod off Malfoy," Ron said heatedly.
"Mr Weasley, and Mr Malfoy, for the last time Shutup! We do not want to be attracting the people from inside the forest, not to mention the wolves, and the bears, and the monsters that will rip your gut out and trample on it." Lupin said sternly.
"Yes Professor," Ron said, not knowing really what else to say, even though Lupin was not a professor at the school anymore. Draco just rolled his eyes, and looked back towards the forest that they were now within arms length of it.
"hmmm," Snape hemmed, and he reached out and touched the forest. Immediately the trees seemed to spring apart and create a small doorway that led into the forest. Snape led the way with Draco behind him, then Ron, and following up the group was Lupin.
"Well we're here, now let's get moving," Snape said briskly, and started off towards the middle of the forest.
"I thought we've already started," Ron said.
"Weasley, you are making this trip really un-enjoyable," Draco said.
"Did you expect a vacation?" Ron asked venomously.
"No, but I did expect the group to be less stupid, and it would be if you were NOT here," Draco sneered.
"But I am here, so you will just have to deal," Ron sniffed.
"But I don't have to deal with your incessant bickering, so shut up now, or we will turn right around, and leave Potter to fend for himself," Snape barked, stopping to look at them squarely in the eyes as he delivered him ultimatum.
"Yes Professor Snape," They said unanimously, while Lupin chuckled in the background.
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Harry grunted as he was once again slapped. This time for slowing down the tribe. Kash had told him that one of the most important factors of being Tribe Leader is strength, in both mind and body. So she put weights around his ankles, and dumped triple the load that the other tribe members were obligated to carry. There was no way that he would make it with all that weight on him. He knew, the tribe members knew it, and Kash knew it.
But still she made him walk on.
He had already fallen twice on the journey, and each time he fell they quickly picked him back up, and cut a shallow cut on his right arm. Kash had told him that the more scars a man has on his right arm, the more status he loses. Already Harry had two, most of the men had at least five. But they had gotten them over many years, and for different reasons, such as not saving a man from an attack. But Harry got cuts from falling. Of course it did cheer him up when he saw Tarn's scars. He had many, and Tarn had explained to him that the Tribe Leader always has many, many scars. Life is much harder for the Tribe Leader.
Tarn himself had been the heir to be the Tribe Leader, and could very well continue being the heir in a short time. The fact that Harry was gay changed many things. He would not be expected to have children, but the council would choose an heir for him. So naturally they would choose an heir who was already trained. Tarn being one. Kash also expressed the idea, that perhaps they would govern together, Harry first, and Tarn second. Harry himself had eaten the Leader's Heart, so he must become Tribe Leader. Tarn was related to Dak by blood. With Dak's blood running through Harry's body by the heart that was swallowed, and Tarn's son blood, they were equal in status at the moment. At least until the Council made up their minds.
So together they grunted their way through the forest, Tarn carrying a much heavier pack, but doing it better after all the training that he had already accomplished. Training for the Tribe Leader started with learning the magic at age seven, then training physically started at age fifteen. So Tarn had a two year advantage on him, but he also had a few years training to be a silent killer. To hunt that is. So if anyone were to be Tribe Leader it should be Tarn, but life never works out that way for Harry Potter. No matter where he was he would cause chaos, and he would always manage to stick out in a crowd. There was no getting away with it. He thought that perhaps with the death of Voldemort, he would be free from all of this, but that was a foolish dream, and then he thought that getting away from Hogwarts would change everything, nope. Never. Life is never ever fair. Especially for famous people.
"We stop here," Wen ordered, as she had the highest status in the tribe at the moment. At least until Harry and Tarn were officially made men, which would happen when they arrived at the council.
Harry sighed heavily and contentedly, no more hauling stuff all day, no more climbing impossible hills with the whole earth on my back. No more.
"Harry, you and Tarn will continue your training, take your packs off, you will both go for a twenty mile run. I want you back before sunset, which is an hour from now. I will know if you didn't do the whole run, I am Medicine Woman after all," Kash smiled sweetly, Harry hating her guts more every second.
"Yes Medicine Woman," Tarn bowed and put his pack down.
Harry groaned inwardly, and also bowed to the small old woman, despising her and her power. Soon all of that will change, I will become the Tribe Leader, and she will control me no more. Putting his pack down, he followed Tarn who ran deep into the trees.
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"Where are we? I swear I've seen that tree before," Ron pointed at a particularly bent over tree.
"Oh God, we didn't go in a huge circle did we?" Draco drawled impatiently.
"I could've sworn we were going east, how have we gone in a huge circle?" Snape consulted him old fashioned compass.
"Remember, this is a magical forest, many things can happen here," Lupin pointed out, knowing quite a bit about magical forests, since he spent a lot of his time as a werewolf there. He even had a shack, and around the time of the full moon, he would go inside the forest, and wait for the moon. He was safe from others, and no one would ever find him unless he wanted to be found. Such is the power of the forest.
"Yes, alrighty here' s the plan, we will all put out hands on this tree, and then we will walk to the tree exactly in front of us, and touch that one. We will do this until we are sure we are getting somewhere, if we don't get anywhere, than I suggest giving up," Snape devised a plan.
"Listen here you, I am not leaving this forest without Harry Potter. He is going to make it out of here alive, and I'm going to make sure of it. He's my best friend, and Ill be damned if I let you ditch him here alone." Ron said harshly, in a demanding voice.
"How touching," Draco laughed, and then walked towards the next tree and placed his hand on it.
Instantly a huge burst of light permeated the air and a spectacle of imaginative and creative color burst forth from the tree, directly from under Draco Malfoy's hand.
"What is happening?!" Draco started to panic. Not sure what to do he tried to pull his hand from the tree to stop the brilliant lights that surrounded them.
"You are stuck to the tree?" Lupin asked.
"Yes! God damn it yes! I am stuck to this bloody tree, with the bloody lights, an anyone within a mile would be able to see the magnificent light display I'm showing." Draco started to lose his temper.
"Now calm down Mr. Malfoy we'll get you off," Snape said, muttering under his breath, "I hope. . . "
Of course Ron heard this and smirked, he looked at Draco's struggling body and grinned in totally delight at the uncomfortable ness of the great Draco Malfoy. This day couldn't get any better. No wait it could, if only Harry were here.
"Ron Get out of my forest," Ron heard a growl from behind him.
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Harry Potter was beginning to get used to the jog, his muscles were well toned after Quidditch, not really for running though, but the pace that Tarn was setting was agreeable and with little effort Harry had managed to keep up. Perhaps Tarn was just being easy on him after his first time at the Training. Doesn't matter really, as long as he didn't have to run with those packs on.
"You're lucky Brother of Heart, Usually Kash would make me run with those packs on my back," Tarn laughed at the stupefied look that was etched across Harry's face.
"You're kidding me," Harry laughed weakly, knowing deep down that no, he wasn't kidding.
"Nope, sorry Brother, but the training is hard, you have to be strong to endure it." Tarn flexed his biceps. Strong is right, Harry mused to himself.
"Come on let's quicken the pace a little," Tarn called back behind his shoulder to the running Harry Potter. He was certain that he had done at least half of the course that Kash had set. Oh imagine the packs. . .
And for some unknown reason, Harry was picked up off the ground and a great light burst out from his chest. It's whiteness burned the eyes of those who looked at it. Harry could not see anything, due to the fact that he was what the light was coming from.
"Harry! Harry!" he heard Tarn call out in the distance.
"This is great, I'm done for. I mean what will be able to save me? Nothing. Well it I'm going to die, at least it doesn't hurt." Harry thought amusedly to himself, no longer afraid of death.
With that lost thought a deep pain surged through Harry's body, and he found himself in a totally new place, Tarn at his side. Harry knew that it was a different place, not only because the trees were different, but the magic felt different. More like a prison. Yes, this was close to the border of the forest. But how had he gotten there, and what was he doing? Where did the light go?
No one answered these questions, as there was no one to ask. Tarn himself seemed extremely confused, and awed at the sight of Harry. Who knows why? Tarn shook his head briefly and looked around.
"Definitely near the north border. Come on, we are no longer close to Kash and the clan, they are around one hundred miles from here. But luckily enough we are close the Tribes annual meeting place. We can go there instantly, and not have to go back to Kash," Tarn smiled, teeth perfectly straight in his mouth.
"That sounds good, but what will we do about provisions?" Harry asked, worried that they'll be stuck in the forest once again.
"Don't worry about it, the people at the. . . What's that?" Tarn was saying before he saw some really colorful lights going off behind the trees to the left of him.
"I do not know, I've never seen this kind of thing before. Does stuff like this happen in the forest?" Harry asked in all seriousness.
"No, this looks magical, and there's no magic in the forest other than the magic of the forest itself. Oh Great Forest, I know what this is. It said that in the prophecy of the Tribes that when the King of the Army's lover lights will burst out of the trees themselves as a signal, but also that the lovers will not reunite for many years there after. This means that the time is coming when we will once again take over Hogwarts." Tarn said with an ambitious gleam in his eyes.
"Well lets go investigate it, I hear yelling, which means there is more than one person," Harry suggested, starting to move towards the light.
"Yes, lets go," And they moved towards the bright lights.
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Draco was panicking; there was no other way to put it. He was stuck to some magical light tree, and could not get away. Not only that but it was like the trees were talking to him. He could hear it in his head. 'You are the lover, the king is waiting, but not yet.' In his head. What in the world does that mean? He was not some kind of tree hugger, or tree. . . don't even think about it, it's not even possible. And who's this King? He's the King's lover? What makes the stupid trees think he's gay? Not that he isn't. . . he was very, very gay. But still the assumption! He ought to cut down this tree, but he couldn't since he was stuck to it.
"Now calm down, Mr Malfoy, we'll get you off," Snape said from behind him
Draco looked at the very evil, smirking, Ron Weasley. What he wouldn't give to throw a rock at him or something, perhaps cast a hex on him, but all in all, throwing rocks would be so much more satisfying. As it always is when throwing rocks at Weasley.
Then he heard it; the voice of Harry Potter.
"Ron, get out of my forest," Harry said from behind Ron. Draco watched as a bright smile lit up on the sound of Harry's voice, then turn into a deep frown, when he turned to see Harry naked from waist up with dark tattoos tainting his alabaster skin.
'My God. . .' Was all Draco could even think. Fortunately Snape or Lupin were not affected by his savage like appearance.
"Harry we have been looking all over, I order you to return to the castle immediately," Snape said haughtily. Harry turned a growled a menacing growl, one that sent shivers up Draco's spine.
"I don't take rules from you anymore," Harry snarled, he looked so. . . wild.
"Harry, please, everyone is worried about you. Ron and Hermione did not mean what they said. They were planning a surprise party, and needed you out of the way," Lupin tried to explain.
"Well, I'm out of the way aren't I?" Harry said coldly.
"Come on mate, we can go home now, we never meant anything we said," Ron tried. Harry stared at him blankly, not a ounce of feeling in his stare. Nothing, just emptiness and coldness.
"Who are these people?" The wild looking Man with Harry asked him.
"They come from Hogwarts," Harry looked at him and smiled. 'Were they lovers?' Draco thought to himself.
"Hogwarts?! Then we must destroy them! For the Great Slytherin!" The Man screamed wildly and patriotically.
By then that was all Draco could take, he instantly burst out laughing. "The Great Harry Potter the Gryffindor, with a maniac Slytherin?!" He laughed heartily.
"and the lover will laugh at the great king," The man said lowly, but loud enough that everyone could hear.
"I don't believe it, I am not the King, and he will NEVER be my lover!" Harry protested, his voice losing the wild edge for panic.
". . . and the king will doubt, and cast his lover from the forest forever." The man smiled at Harry.
"Shut up Tarn, I'm not this King, and they cannot stay here. They must leave!" Harry turned to the rest when he said that last sentence.
"We're not leaving without you," Ron said defiantly.
"Then I will have to force you out," Harry smiled maliciously, "Ron, I've killed a man I thought was my friend, I'm not afraid of having to hurt you."
"That must've been how we tracked you. Did you use the Avada Kedavra curse?" Snape asked, a little surprised at Harry's confession.
"You have been tracking me?!" Harry yelled indignantly, a red haze surrounding his body.
"Put your head back on Harry, how else would we have found you?" Lupin asked incredulously.
"Do not insult the King of the Forest!" Tarn yelled, pulling out a dagger that he had hidden in his pants. By this time Harry's anger had turned white hot. Just looking at him made you afraid for your life. As Draco was in this very moment. If he had the choice he would turn and run out of the forest, unfortunately for him, he was still stuck to the glowing tree.
"You leave now!" Harry yelled loudly, then the forest once again burst with a brilliant white light, which was enveloped by Harry. Harry's eyes burned with the rage of a flaming fire. He lifted his arms and motioned them apart, like moses did when he separated the sea to make a path for his people to cross. Magically enough the trees sprang apart and made a passage to the outside of the forest. Now Draco was petrified. Harry was using magic, wandless, in a forest that repelled any use of magic, plus is was being implied that he would be Harry's lover. There was only so much that one could take in one sitting.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Lupin asked fiercely.
" . . . and the King will weild the magic of the forest, and order the forest to open up to the outside." The strange man bowed his head.
Harry ignored this and raised his arms once again, this time pointing at Professor Snape. With a mere twitch of his finger, Snape was picked up five feet in the air, and blasted out of the forest, no hurled more like it. Hurled by imaginary hands.
"That is the first warning, for I never did like Snape, now leave." Harry said, his eyes losing his rage.
"No, we cannot leave without you. You are once more essential to the well-being of the wizarding world." Lupin tried again, and once again another member of their team was hurled to the outskirts of the forest, right beside the limp form of Professor Snape.
"Ron, don't make me do it," Harry said calmly.
"Do it Harry, for I won't leave without you," Ron said, his eyes flaring up with both anger, and fear.
"You leave me no choice," Harry said, and he hurled Ron from the forest as well. Though much more forcefully, and with more vigor. Like it was personal.
"Harry, you must become Tribe Leader, you are the King," The strange man once again said.
"Tarn, forget about the King thing. You are the rightful heir of the Wolf Tribe. Eating a heart does not make the blood of your father run through my veins!" Harry cried indignantly.
"Harry, you do not fully understand the customs of out Tribes, but it is in the prophecy, that the King would be an outsider who would join us together. You will learn our customs, and you will join us together for war," The man named Tarn tried once again to convince Harry.
"I don't believe you," Harry said.
"Then don't believe me, but you are the King." Tarn laughed.
"What ever makes you sleep at night, Tarn," Harry laughed as well.
By this time Draco had finally managed to break free of the tree. It seemed that the power that was holding him there was absorbed into Harry. Which was good, so he could sneak out. And he'd had a lot of experience in sneaking. If he was careful there was no way that Harry would hear him.
Right. . .
Left. . .
Right. . .
*SNAP*
'Oh damn,' Draco cursed himself.
"What are you still doing here?" Harry turned and looked at him.
"Uhh. . . I was just uhh leaving," Draco pointed towards his group, which were still lying motionless, which he really didn't want to happen to him.
"Why are you here anyways? You were never my friend," Harry asked curiously. No rage at all.
"Well after seeing what you do to your 'friends' I don't really think I want to be one," Draco looked pointedly at Ron and the others.
"They are no longer my friends, but as it is, you are no longer my enemy. Now get out of my forest," Harry said calmly.
"Right, exactly what I was thinking," Draco said nervously, and hesitantly turned his back to Harry and started on his way out of the forest.
"Oh and Draco?" Harry said once more.
"Yah?" Draco turned around, curious at what he had to say, not to mention the fact that he had called him Draco.
But he was much surprised when Harry slashed his face from his right eyebrow and diagonally towards his neck, passing over the bridge of his nose.
"I always thought you were to pretty for your own good," And with that he turned and left, leaving Draco with a bleeding face, and thoughts of revenge.
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Author's note: Heh, promises are fruitless. I said 13000 words, well you get almost 6000 hahahah not even close. But I decided to leave it like that cause I was getting restless. Anyways I still have to get to the council. What a nightmare. Well have fun!