A/n: the dragon part I got off of dinotopia the name I ripped off of final fantasy. Professor Irwin I got the name from who else the crocodile hunter because my brain is well half asleep.

THE RELUCTANT SLYTHERIN

Chapter 22: Way of the Warrior

"Well did you find Potter?" Voldemort growled from his thrown and Nagini hissed with him and the three Deatheaters nodded, "We have my lord," said one man, "We have located him in Hawaii a spy from Japan told us of their final destination and is training along with the Hawaiian Wizarding Community as we speak," he said. Voldemort was far from pleased, "Have you been able to do something about those that escaped?" he asked, "No my lord the wards are too strong," the Deatheater said and received a 'Crucio' in reply. "I have also word my lord," spoke another deatheater on the floor without looking at him, "Speak," he said, "The Hawaiian Academy is offering medical aid to those of the tsunami victims in the Indian Ocean as well as offering aid to wizarding communities around the world that have been attacked." He said,

Voldemort was silent as he listened to the report, "Master?" he said, "Increase security around the castle those fools from the Ministry tried to get in but have failed the only worry is the Hawaiian Academy students. Increase the wards and strengthen the ones already in place. Prepare our troops for this war is just getting started," Voldemort then dismissed everyone and they all ran out of the room leaving Nagini with her master.

Voldemort paced around the fireplace his mind far away as he walked around for about ten minutes, 'Is something wrong Master?' Nagini said, 'Yes, things are getting bad Nagini if the Hawaiian Academy is involved then I must up my security,' he said, 'How so?' Nagini asked, 'They are keepers of ancient magic, magic that is long forgotten except those who still study it. I myself have studied at that school and know of the powers behind all those spells and am well versed in wandless magic. That is how I rose to power in the first place because I held knowledge that these fools have forgotten,' he then looked at his wand and ran his hand along the shaft palm flat and his thumb under it.

As he skimmed his hand along the shaft the wand immediately changed into that of a katana blade. The handle already was that of a sword handle while he ran his hand ran along it. The blade shown in the light of the fire as he stared at the handle of the blade that held a snake's head with glittering green emeralds. Voldemort smirked at his blade a blade crafted from his life force, his magic and the earth below him. The fires that birthed the sword and infused it into his wand still pulsed in the blade as he did several practice swings. 'Master?' Nagini said, 'I crafted this blade from my own magic and life force in other words I made it myself to perfection. It is one of the skills you learn at the academy. They are bred to be warriors of the wizarding world. If Potter is there then he will receive the same training as me,' he said and began to practice luckily for him he had been working on it for a long time.

He slashed at invisible enemies and parried swinging like a professional killer as he leaped and twist in the air before he sheathed the sword by running his hand along the blade again and it emerged again as his wand. Putting his wand back in its holster he turned to Nagini.

'When the times comes I will be ready to face Harry Potter,'

At the same time another was practicing fighting techniques though at a different level. Hermione concentrated on a single hole of enchanted target board as she brought her arrow to bear. Pulling hard on the string she pulled it back till she felt the snap and release. Then without thinking released it and felt the arrow fly. The arrow itself was engulfed with light as it flew towards the target and shattered it. It was a direct bull's eye. "My you have the works of a Miko behind you young lady," said a voice and Hermione turned to find Professor Nakagawa behind her. "A Miko?" Hermione repeated, "A Japanese Priestess or a witch from Japan. They are called Miko but their power is to repel evil only yours is all things in magic." She said stepping up.

Hermione was at a loss till the Professor took out a bow from the rack and a stack of arrows. She then walked up to the targeting area and repaired the target. "Though you hold back when a real battle comes your power will not be held and this is the result," she said and pulled back on the string and released. The energy from the arrow shot forward and hit the target destroying it. There was a lot of smoke and Hermione coughed but when the smoke and dust cleared she was shocked to find a crater a very large crater in the middle of the targeting field. "Whoa," she said, "Exactly," the Professor said, "I simply used the power of air to enhance my arrow's speed and reduce friction making it more powerful and used the elements of fire and earth to strengthen the arrow itself. Now you try," she instructed.

Hermione was skeptical at first but when she fired her arrow it made a clearly impressive crater. "Wow," she said, "When you look inside yourself you will find what you need in any given situation." Professor Nakagawa said and walked out leaving a shocked Hermione to stare at the crater. "Merlin help us!" she said.

Harry and Ron on the other hand had been practicing their sword technique and were sparing each other. Both boys were sweating and covered in bruises but they all had grins on their faces. Without holding back they both attacked each other and matched sword for sword and moved so fast that it was a blur to see them.

Both boys had grown in the months they had been at the academy as the seasons changed from winter to spring to summer. The students at the Academy had already left for their jobs around the world. The Hogwarts students had to remain to complete their training. As the summer approached Harry and Ron where already at their limits end parrying each other.

Neville already joined them with Blaise as they practiced their hand to hand techniques as well but soon stopped when Harry and Ron's battle went to a new level. Both decided to sit down and watch.

Ron and Harry battled each other throwing spells and sword slashes at each other. Both with their wands and also with wandless magic. They continued to fight for a few minutes until Tory walked in. "Hey mind if I join in?" she said to the two boys, "Sure why not?" Ron said noticing her sweaty and bleeding appearance. "Um Tory are you sure?" Harry asked also noticing her appearance. "Yeah I can manage I had worse," she said and grabbed a wooden boken from off the shelf. "Alright your on it is two against one," Ron said and Harry smirked.

By now all the other members of the Hogwarts group had filtered in following Kama as he took a perch in the rafters. Tory held her sword ready as Harry and Ron attacked from both the front and back.

Now Snape was normally a man who kept to himself but when he heard some of the students point to the dojo and ran towards it he could not help but be curious. He had been working for the past few months to produce enough of the antivenom of the poison victims in Hogwarts. He was tired and his body ached from all the training and potions making. Professor Nakagawa was a wonderful help in teaching him about the Academy's potions and how to brew them. She even helped him in teaching him how to replace English supplies with Hawaiian supplies to make his potions more potent.

Now when he was on his way out to take a shower he could hear a commotion and walked over following the rest of the Hogwarts students.

Now what shocked him was not the usual thing of the dark lord but a few of his students.

Harry and Ron were covered in sweat and were bleeding in many places. From the looks of it they had been in a very nasty fist fight. Right in front of them stood Tory also covered in blood and bruises but she was not as bad as the two boys. Both ran up to her but Snape found this surprising as she easily dodged Ron's attack and blocked Harry's slash. She kicked Harry in the face sending blood all over the place and Ron she swept off the floor and he fell hitting his head on the ground and was out.

Harry on the other hand kept fighting as he rushed with his boken and Tory blocked. Harry threw a spell at her but Tory used her boken to block as she tried to disarm him. Harry then brought down his boken but Tory blocked and kicked him in the stomach and Harry flew back as Tory came and slashed but Harry blocked and both were nothing but a swirl of wooden blades.

Tory came again and slashed with her bokken and Harry blocked it with his. The crowds began to cheer as Tory came in fast and furious with her sword slashing. Harry did not have enough time to block as he just rolled to the side and Tory's wooden blade touched down. When it did touch ground it left a rather nasty crater that Harry saw and his eyes opened wide.

Harry then stood up panting and Tory held her wooden blade ready as they both circled each other. Harry charged but Tory blocked with her blade and both leaped up into the air and exchanged blows.

Both parried and blocked as Harry exchanged spells. Suddenly Tory leaped to the side and Ron flew past her. Having awoken from his sleeping spell he stood ready. Both he and Harry exchanged looks before charging. With both wooden blades slashing Tory was really fast in blocking all their blows.

She was a brown blur as her bokken went at remarkable speed and bending backwards she slashed again and leaped over the two of them. She did a cartwheel and sent a spell at them which both blocked. People cheered them on as they went after Tory.

Tory spun in the air as she leaped and landed a kick to both Harry and Ron's faces then flipped over them as both fell to the ground.

The distant sound of thunder could be heard as they walked back to their dorms. "Man that was one wicked battle," Ron said and Harry nodded still rubbing his sore nose. "Oh don't worry I am sure the bruises are going to be gone tomorrow." Harry said when he saw Ron saving one of his legs. "Want me to look at it?" Harry said and Ron nodded as they opened the door only to be greeted by Neville, Dean and Seamus, "Man you guys sure were brilliant out there," Dean said all excitedly.

Ron and Harry were put on the bed when Neville insisted that they do the healing. "You two wasted enough magic fighting off Tory there. Man that girl is like a dragon not even breaking that much of a sweat," Neville exaggerated.

He concentrated on the bruising and the possible cracked bones and dislocated joints on both boys as well as fix up a few cuts. What surprised him were the scars on Harry's back. He did not say a word knowing that Harry wanted to keep it a secret. He continued the healing helping to ease the soreness of the muscles as he finished and then they both showered and gotten to bed.

"Man Tory you sure as hell gave them dirty licken out there." Chris said in her bedroom when Tory walked in. "Sorry I guess I did it a little too harsh." Tory said as she blushed. "Don't be ashamed girl at least you will show them what else they have to improve on." Chrisanna said as she looked at all the posters in Tory's bedroom. "I know," Tory said, "I am rather scared actually Chris, I mean tomorrow you will depart for Europe and I am to stay here with the Hogwarts students to complete their training. But will it be enough?" Tory asked and Kama hooted his reply.

He fluttered down and Tory slowly stroked the owl letting him know that he was heard. "Look Tory we have trained all out lives for this! After all we are the samurai of the wizarding world. Is it not our duty to protect the innocent human or not," Chris said, "I know that but I can't help but worry," Tory said and Chris kneeled down to Tory who was on the bed wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts. "Listen Tory I don't give a fuck what they do to us as long as we do our best we can pull through." Chris said putting a hand on Tory's shoulder.

Tory could only glance at her cousin before a smile graced her lips, "I will keep you on that word," she said.

The streets of London were littered with bodies of all shapes and sizes. The smoking ruins filled the streets and yet the sounds of gunfire and growling could be heard. In this street two people were trapped in a pit with few provisions but somehow learned to survive. One man was dressed in military outfit the other was dressed in strange robes. "Hey mate," the soldier said, "Yeah," replied the other man holding out a stick, "I did not say this in the beginning but for a wizard your pretty handy with that wand of yours," he said, "Thanks," replied the wizard.

The military man was dressed in the normal military combat clothing but his hair a dark shade of brown and green eyes are quite a strange combination. The wizard was dressed in torn robes with his bright red hair sticking out in different directions. He had a bandage on his head that needed to be changed and a splint on his left leg. The military man had an obviously broken arm and a bandage on his leg and one on his right arm. His left arm was in a sling that was made from his shirt.

Both men were tired and homesick but none could go home in this terrible weather. "Hey man if we make it out of this alive I swear to god I want a drink," the man said and the wizard agreed. They had defended their post well. It was a military point that needed to be guarded and both had protected it. The blood that littered the grounds was immense.

"So tell me mate do you have a wife and family?" asked the wizard, "I have three sons and one daughter but they were killed during the war. My wife died after giving birth to my daughter." The soldier said, "I have a wife and six sons and one daughter," the wizard replied, "Well mate if we make it out of this one I am sure to treat you to a drink so you shag your wife silly," the solider said and the wizard smiled. "I like that but first thing is first surviving this war." The man said. "Well tell me now mate we are two warriors from different worlds. You a wizard and me a common everyday soldier who knew that our worlds would have collided like this," the soldier said, "I know what you mean."

Both did not move from their spots and waited till the sun began to rise from the east. Like warriors of old they stayed at their posts even as the sounds of battle faded from their ears.

From high on a mountaintop another was meditating as the calm winds blew through his wild black hair. Harry Potter sat on the cliff overlooking the sea. His now shoulder length black hair flowed with the wind he and the other boys had grown their hair out and forgot to cut it due to the intense training. He put his hair back from his ear and looked at the setting sun. (Other side of the world remember)

Hedwig was watching her master for quiet some time as he thought about what was going to happen this day. Her sharp eyes looked at the many flying dragons that graced this island especially the ones who can maneuver on the winds. They had graceful wings but were covered in feathers instead of scales. Some she saw had riders on them carrying something like packages just like how owls do at home. Hedwig then heard a sigh coming from her master and she hooted a question.

Harry turned his head and stroked her, "I don't know about all this Hedwig I mean I have been thrust into this war ever since I was a baby." He said, "And then the very school I truly considered a home is gone to the one who is out to kill me. The only man I considered like a father though I hardly knew him is dead and now I don't know," he said, "all the people I care about will probably die to." Harry said, "I don't want them to," he said wrapping up his arms around his legs and a single tear began to fall. "Why are things like this happening to me?" he asked himself. Hedwig scooted over to him and rubbed her head into his hand.

Harry was startled when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him and a body pressed into his. "It is ok to cry," said a voice, "I've seen boys cry before so I won't tell a soul." Said the voice and Harry began to cry for the first time in a long time. "Let it out," said the voice and Harry poured his heart and soul out. "The way of the warrior or Bushido is long and treacherous path to follow one must dedicate himself to it and use it to protect others. That is the path that was chosen for you and yet you are reluctant to fight." Said the voice, "I am scared because those I love will die and I am afraid of death," Harry replied.

The voice did not reply for a few seconds, "There are many things that must be considered for one. You my friend are a warrior whether you like it or now you were born into this world destined to defend it from the darkness. You are a dragon a guardian not a demon. You must use that fear for the safety of your loved ones and turn it into a weapon. Do not push your friends away as I have seen so many others before you." The voice said, "Why do you say that?" Harry asked, "I have seen many come and gone and they follow the same path. They have destroyed themselves thinking they must push their friends away thinking they would get them into danger. That is a weakness pull them close and keep them their that is your strength." With that the voice pulled away and Harry was left alone.

He stood up after thinking about what the voice had said. "Way of the Warrior?" Harry thought and then smiled, "I will keep that promise," summoning Hedwig he then walked down the trail back towards the school and hopefully a new start.

When Harry returned to the school he finally noticed a board on the wall all in kanji the Japanese writing and underneath were the English translation and meaning. He looked at the first one on the wall it looked like some sort of creed.

I have no parents; I make the Heavens and the Earth my parents.
I have no home; I make the Tan T'ien my home.
I have no divine power; I make honesty my Divine Power.
I have no means; I make Docility my means.
I have no magic power; I make personality my Magic Power.
I have neither life nor death; I make A Um my Life and Death.

Harry then looked at the next part of the creed.

I have no body; I make Stoicism my Body.
I have no eyes; I make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.
I have no ears; I make Sensibility my Ears.
I have no limbs; I make Promptitude my Limbs.
I have no laws; I make Self-Protection my Laws.

I have no strategy; I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.
I have no designs; I make Seizing the Opportunity by the Forelock my Designs.
I have no miracles; I make Righteous Laws my Miracle.
I have no principles; I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle.
I have no tactics; I make Emptiness and Fullness my Tactics.

I have no talent; I make Ready Wit my Talent.
I have no friends; I make my Mind my Friend.
I have no enemy; I make Incautiousness my Enemy.
I have no armour; I make Benevolence my Armour.
I have no castle; I make Immovable Mind my Castle.
I have no sword; I make No Mind my Sword.

Harry was amazed at the code that was written on the wall, "Ah the way of the warrior or Bushido," said a voice and Harry turned to find an old Asian man standing behind him, "Excuse me?" Harry said, "Oh how rude of me," he said and bowed to Harry, "I am Takao Mizuhara the language teacher here at the academy. I teach the students the Japanese language. I know there is a spell to translate words but sometimes that can be difficult once it is removed so we teach our students." He said his accent was evident in his voice.

Harry noticed that this man was shorter then him by a few inches but even with his frail look and gray hairs he can still fight back. His posture and gait gave that away quiet clearly. "Um you said this was the Bushido?" Harry said, "Not exactly that is just the Samurai creed the one next to it with the seven Kanji is the seven virtues of Bushido. They are Gi, Yu, Jin, Rei, Makoto, Meiyo, Chugi or Rectitude (The right choice), Valor, Benevolence, Respect, Honesty, Honor and Loyalty. Those are the ways of the samurai," the old man said, "I am sure you have heard of them," the old man smiled when Harry nodded.

They both stared at the wall a bit before departing ways. Harry going his way and the old man going the opposite. Harry thought about it, "Way of the Warrior," he thought Maybe I can follow that path," with that he made his way back to the dorms.

TBC