Where in the World is Harry James Potter
Chapter 6: Training with Azarel
A/n: OK. I lied. Majorly. Here I go. bout time I updated this.
Harry sat cross-legged on a large blue cushion on the floor of his room. He opened his eyes and uncrossed his legs. He had a good night's meditation. Harry stood and walked over to his window. On a tray lay his breakfast. Dragon steak, Dragon eggs (scrambled of course) home fries (a.k.a. hash browns) and a large flagon of the elixir of life.
After smelling the hot sauce that was layered on thick across his breakfast, he smiled and ate.
As usual, he spent the morning contemplating his dreams and trying to remember his past. His eyes drifted across his drawings, which had been attached across his room on the walls and arranged by person.
The castle. He had been there before. It was a cheerful place for him. He may even have had friends there.
The house. The thought of it made him angry. He had no idea why. All the houses around it were the same as that one. Why did he hate that one in particular? He had no idea. His eyes drifted to his next set of drawings.
The red-eyed snake man. Harry's gut wrenched with loathing. He felt like burning the portraits off the wall. He closed his eyes and relaxed before looking at the more cheerful drawings.
The red-haired boy. He knew him well. There was no doubt about it in his mind. An image of him and the boy walking across a giant chess set came to mind. He smiled. This was a friend of his for sure.
The bushy-headed brunette. Harry smiled at her picture, just like he had for the boy's. She seemed to give off an aura of friendliness, even in paper form. Harry had an image of the two of them brewing a potion in a bathroom. The fire-headed boy was with them. Harry knew by his drawing that the potion was Polyjuice. Harry's eyes scrolled to the next picture set.
The redheaded girl. Harry's heart swelled when he saw her. She looked like an angel to him. Harry felt like hugging the parchment piece. This was his largest gallery of pictures. Pictures of her unconcous on the ground, a diary at her side. Him swinging a sword to fend off a giant snake. (Harry had no idea why he put that picture in that category but felt it fit there.) There were pictures of just her face and pictures of her reading. There were so many different pictures of her and Harry loved them all.
Harry got the undeniable urge to draw again. Harry got a quill and ink and began to sketch.
**with Voldemort**
"Master. We did as you asked. There are no surviving Giants or Goblins in all of England. No remaining Muggles either. Casualties are high, the injury list is seemingly endless. However the day is ours." Lucius Malfoy commented
"Excellent. Have all my children that remain sweep England. In a week's time, we move on Hogwarts. Kill all the Muggles. Capture all the wizards and witches. Bring everything of value, magical or Muggle to me. Assign those who are not needed in the sweep to build my fortress. Go my child. The world will be pure before too long." Commented the snakelike voice of the dark lord
"Yes, master." Lucius replied before disapparating
"Finally evil has prevailed." And for the first time since he was human, Voldemort smiled.
**with Harry**
Harry set down his quill and admired his work. There was a man, he had shaggy black hair and a maniacal grin. He had a series of pictures following him. The next showed the man growing hair and his fingers shortening. The next picture had the man's body growing smaller and his nose and mouth turning into a more dog-like face. The fourth showed a large shaggy black dog.
Harry knew this man and loved him. Not the love he felt for the red-haired girl. But a love nonetheless. Perhaps this was his father? Harry dismissed that. He knew not why, but he did.
Harry heard the sound of a fully armored man climbing he staircase. Harry had his spear/staff drawn instantaneously. After two short knocks, his door opened.
A man clad in reinforced light plate mail that Harry did not recognize was the one who opened the door. His helmet was under his arm and his sword was sheathed.
Harry grinned and lowered his guard.
"Azarel! Is Merlin finally letting me have a go at you?" Harry asked, excitement in his voice
"Yes, young warrior. He is. Hurry up and get your armor on. He won't wait long." Azarel replied before turning heel and leaving.
Harry moved as fast as he could, pulling on his own set of plate mail (a dark but quite metallic looking green color) and attached white billowing cape across his back. Grabbing his spear/staff he leaped out the window, slowing his fall with a bit of magic and hurried off into the courtyard.
Merlin and Azarel were already there.
Neither of them said anything. Azarel saluted him and drew his sword. His sword glowed white with a light bluish flame rising from it. Harry pulled his visor mask down and returned the salute. Harry bent his knees and got into stance. Merlin nodded and the fight started.
With ghastly speed the battle was over. Harry was down and the glowing sword was at Harry's throat. Harry's spear/staff was fifteen feet away, sticking out of the ground.
Merlin smiled and Azarel helped him up.
"Now you know what he is capable of, why don't we start with some training exercises?" Merlin asked
Harry agreed and called his spear/staff to him.
First were visual excercises, where Azarel would move about the courtyard at high speed and Harry would try to keep his spear pointed at him. Dodging excercises followed that where Harry had to dodge swings from Azarel's sword weaponless while Merlin launched stunners at him. That was followed by Muggle wrestling, without the ridiculous over dramatized parts. Then came swimming, and as he progressed weights were added.
Training got more difficult as days passed and each lesson was ended with a duel with Azarel.
One fine evening a few weeks later, Harry beat Azarel at wrestling. Shortly afterwards, Azarel pumped up the difficulty on him and he went back to losing again. Apparently Azarel had been holding back, and still was.
Harry received training in every weapon he had ever heard of, and a few he hadn't. Slowly but steadily he was strengthening. Someday, his time would come. He would recover all his memories and go out in the world. He would fix it all and put it back the way it should be.
A/n: OK. I lied. Majorly. Here I go. bout time I updated this.
Harry sat cross-legged on a large blue cushion on the floor of his room. He opened his eyes and uncrossed his legs. He had a good night's meditation. Harry stood and walked over to his window. On a tray lay his breakfast. Dragon steak, Dragon eggs (scrambled of course) home fries (a.k.a. hash browns) and a large flagon of the elixir of life.
After smelling the hot sauce that was layered on thick across his breakfast, he smiled and ate.
As usual, he spent the morning contemplating his dreams and trying to remember his past. His eyes drifted across his drawings, which had been attached across his room on the walls and arranged by person.
The castle. He had been there before. It was a cheerful place for him. He may even have had friends there.
The house. The thought of it made him angry. He had no idea why. All the houses around it were the same as that one. Why did he hate that one in particular? He had no idea. His eyes drifted to his next set of drawings.
The red-eyed snake man. Harry's gut wrenched with loathing. He felt like burning the portraits off the wall. He closed his eyes and relaxed before looking at the more cheerful drawings.
The red-haired boy. He knew him well. There was no doubt about it in his mind. An image of him and the boy walking across a giant chess set came to mind. He smiled. This was a friend of his for sure.
The bushy-headed brunette. Harry smiled at her picture, just like he had for the boy's. She seemed to give off an aura of friendliness, even in paper form. Harry had an image of the two of them brewing a potion in a bathroom. The fire-headed boy was with them. Harry knew by his drawing that the potion was Polyjuice. Harry's eyes scrolled to the next picture set.
The redheaded girl. Harry's heart swelled when he saw her. She looked like an angel to him. Harry felt like hugging the parchment piece. This was his largest gallery of pictures. Pictures of her unconcous on the ground, a diary at her side. Him swinging a sword to fend off a giant snake. (Harry had no idea why he put that picture in that category but felt it fit there.) There were pictures of just her face and pictures of her reading. There were so many different pictures of her and Harry loved them all.
Harry got the undeniable urge to draw again. Harry got a quill and ink and began to sketch.
**with Voldemort**
"Master. We did as you asked. There are no surviving Giants or Goblins in all of England. No remaining Muggles either. Casualties are high, the injury list is seemingly endless. However the day is ours." Lucius Malfoy commented
"Excellent. Have all my children that remain sweep England. In a week's time, we move on Hogwarts. Kill all the Muggles. Capture all the wizards and witches. Bring everything of value, magical or Muggle to me. Assign those who are not needed in the sweep to build my fortress. Go my child. The world will be pure before too long." Commented the snakelike voice of the dark lord
"Yes, master." Lucius replied before disapparating
"Finally evil has prevailed." And for the first time since he was human, Voldemort smiled.
**with Harry**
Harry set down his quill and admired his work. There was a man, he had shaggy black hair and a maniacal grin. He had a series of pictures following him. The next showed the man growing hair and his fingers shortening. The next picture had the man's body growing smaller and his nose and mouth turning into a more dog-like face. The fourth showed a large shaggy black dog.
Harry knew this man and loved him. Not the love he felt for the red-haired girl. But a love nonetheless. Perhaps this was his father? Harry dismissed that. He knew not why, but he did.
Harry heard the sound of a fully armored man climbing he staircase. Harry had his spear/staff drawn instantaneously. After two short knocks, his door opened.
A man clad in reinforced light plate mail that Harry did not recognize was the one who opened the door. His helmet was under his arm and his sword was sheathed.
Harry grinned and lowered his guard.
"Azarel! Is Merlin finally letting me have a go at you?" Harry asked, excitement in his voice
"Yes, young warrior. He is. Hurry up and get your armor on. He won't wait long." Azarel replied before turning heel and leaving.
Harry moved as fast as he could, pulling on his own set of plate mail (a dark but quite metallic looking green color) and attached white billowing cape across his back. Grabbing his spear/staff he leaped out the window, slowing his fall with a bit of magic and hurried off into the courtyard.
Merlin and Azarel were already there.
Neither of them said anything. Azarel saluted him and drew his sword. His sword glowed white with a light bluish flame rising from it. Harry pulled his visor mask down and returned the salute. Harry bent his knees and got into stance. Merlin nodded and the fight started.
With ghastly speed the battle was over. Harry was down and the glowing sword was at Harry's throat. Harry's spear/staff was fifteen feet away, sticking out of the ground.
Merlin smiled and Azarel helped him up.
"Now you know what he is capable of, why don't we start with some training exercises?" Merlin asked
Harry agreed and called his spear/staff to him.
First were visual excercises, where Azarel would move about the courtyard at high speed and Harry would try to keep his spear pointed at him. Dodging excercises followed that where Harry had to dodge swings from Azarel's sword weaponless while Merlin launched stunners at him. That was followed by Muggle wrestling, without the ridiculous over dramatized parts. Then came swimming, and as he progressed weights were added.
Training got more difficult as days passed and each lesson was ended with a duel with Azarel.
One fine evening a few weeks later, Harry beat Azarel at wrestling. Shortly afterwards, Azarel pumped up the difficulty on him and he went back to losing again. Apparently Azarel had been holding back, and still was.
Harry received training in every weapon he had ever heard of, and a few he hadn't. Slowly but steadily he was strengthening. Someday, his time would come. He would recover all his memories and go out in the world. He would fix it all and put it back the way it should be.