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"I see..." said Dumbledore cautiously. Only members of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry teaching staff was allowed to create Portkey homed into the castle, thus making him highly suspicious. He shall keep a closer watch on the two of them for the time being.
Harry knew that Dumbledore was going to keep a closer watch on him and Janet but that wasn't much of a problem. For now, he was contented that Janet was once again at his side. He and Janet strolled down along the corridors, hand in hand. A sudden movement behind them caught Harry's attention. He turned swiftly with his wand on in split second. James, Sirius and Peter stood in front of the couple.
"Well, what do we have here?" sneered James. His face twisted in contempt.
'I don't believe it,' thought Harry. 'This isn't my father that Dumbledore and Snuffles had made him out to be.'
"Let's see," Sirius replied, "Someone who had broke Lily's heart yesterday? Peter?"
The diminutive form of Peter gave a squeak and looked at Harry nervously. Harry looked back his memory. The Peter Pettigrew wasn't much different from the man who had betrayed his family that fateful day. His anger threatened to boil over and he was about to draw his wand when a feminine hand landed on his shoulder.
//Control your anger, Harry, don't forget what you had came here for.//
Harry turned and looked at Janet with surprise. //You speak Elvish? Since when, my love?//
Janet gave Harry an impish grin, //Albus had told me everything, Harry. Princess Geletn also taught me how to speak and write Elvish. I hope that you are not too angry, my lord. If you are, I should be the one.//
//Why?//
//Because you keep everything from me!//
//Sorry.//
"Quit that blabbering and let us get back to business," snapped James. He held up one finger and said, "I give a few choice here, you bastard. One, get back to wherever the hellhole where you are born. Two, leave Lily as she be. Or three, you get your butt kicked by us before you get back to which ever hellhole you came from!"
"I opt for the four choice, James. Why don't you keep your god damned mouth shut before I blast your butt to Alaska?" said Harry.
//Language, Mr. Potter, // Janet admonished.
"Then I think that you had opt for the third choice! I will kick your ass to back where you came!" snarled James as he drew out his wand.
"Why don't you try?" said Harry as he drew out the Sword of Gryffindor. "I don't need a wand to defeat you, Mr. James Potter. My enchanted blade will be more than enough. Step back, my dear." Janet sighed and took a few steps back, while muttering something about 'boys'.
"Is it? Stupefy!" roared James. A jet of red light erupted from the end of James's wand and streaked towards Harry. Harry did not even move a muscle when the stunner hit his sword. James, Sirius, Peter and Janet watched with fascination as the Sword of Gryffindor glowed white when the stunner impacted. Then the red jet of light disappeared. James was stunned. There was no way for Harry to block his spell for many people for his capability for his hexing and jinxing ability knew it.
"Surprised? I wouldn't. Never try to under-estimate any of your enemy and their ability. I had been taught not to ignore the ability of Muggle weaponry. They can be an important supplement to our magic," smirked Harry. He sheathed his sword and motioned for Janet. His girlfriend moved towards him and clasped their hands together, intertwined as one. Together, they walked past the surprised trio and disappeared at the turn at the corridor.
"I just don't believe it," gasped James. "He blocked my spell with just a sword! A sword of all things! Not a Shielding Charm! Oh, no! Potter, you are too weak for me to use magic to defeat you. I swear that I'm going to make him pay!"
"I think that we better get back to Gryffindor Tower, James!" squeaked Peter.
"Why? Are you afraid of ghosts?" asked Sirius.
"No, but I see Professor O'Connor coming from the map," whined Peter. James and Sirius exchanged a panic look. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor O'Connor, was one of the Gryffindor hater. Any Gryffindor caught by him outside their dormitory will be serving detention with him and that wasn't an experience that any Gryffindor will enjoy.
"What are you waiting for? Get out of here!" hissed James and the trio took off, heading back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
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"Janet, I need you to go back, please. This is very important for me.'
"Why can't I stay, huh?"
"Lord Voldemort will be after Lily's and James's blood. I can't afford to have my attention diverted by you."
"So, you don't like me," whispered Janet.
"No!" Harry was getting frustrated. He needs to give a plausible reason to Janet. "Ok, look here, Janet. If I failed to save my father and mother, I will be lost to this world. Further more, you will also lose me."
"But, I can help you!"
//No, my love. This is my responsibility and I shall not share my burden with others.//
//I love you, Harry Potter. Please be careful.// sighed Janet.
//I will, Janet. Don't worry, you shall be my guiding light and I will always hold you by my heart. Now go safe, my love. Know this, I shall not fail my mission.//
Together, they shared one passionate and lingering kiss under the full blue moon. Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest, a howl of a wolf was dimly heard. Oblivious to their surrounding, the couple failed to notice a pair of blazing red eyes watch them.
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"Good morning," Harry yawned as he sat down at the Gryffindor table. The various Gryffindor gave him a panic looked before they scooted away. Harry gave a shrug and began eating. Professor McGonagall moved down the row giving out timetable to the students. Harry suddenly noticed that the cup of orange juice was tinted with some strange magical signature. He pulled out his wand and tapped on the cup. Immediately, the cup of orange juice disappeared.
"Nice try, James Potter," Harry called out. "But you need better luck next time!"
He stood up and leaved the Great Hall. He looked down at his timetable and gave a smile. The first lesson of today was Defense Against Dark Arts with Gryffindor and Slytherin. He started to walk towards the Defense classroom. When Harry entered, he was surprised to see Lily there.
"Morning, Lily," Harry whispered softly and Lily was startled. She turned around and whipped out her wand and a beam of red light blasted from her wand. Harry drew out his wand and with a few Latin words, a shining sliver shield appeared around him. The spell dissipated immediately on the surface of the shield.
"First, James Potter tried to embarrass me and now you tried to curse me," said Harry mildly. "I must be very unpopular."
"It appears that my eyes are deceiving me," a voice spoke from behind Harry. "Rarely is there two Gryffindor in my classroom early."
"Perhaps, if you suspect that your vision have deceived you, you can go for a check up at the local hospital," Harry replied.
"Detention, mister!"
"I refuse."
The professor blinked. Harry moved forward and sat down. Before he could say anything, the bell rung and the rest of the students moved in. he turned around and sat down at the desk.
"As many of your incompetent schoolmates was unable to pass the OWL for my Defense Against Dark Arts, they had been removed. I hope that those who remained are much more adept, considering your 'Outstanding' grade," he paused briefly as his glaze landed on the slouching James Potter and Sirius Black. They gave each other a grin. "As the remaining of you hope to become Aurors, it is important that you pass my subject! Very well, for today, pick a schoolmate to be your partner. As many of you was able to perform the various spells I had taught you, all of you will be dueling for today's lesson. Now move it!"
The class moved around and stood together in pairs. In the end, only Harry had no partner. Professor O'Connor looked at Harry and smirked.
"So you don't have anyone to partner you? Detention..."
"Perhaps, if you are kind enough sir, you can partner me."
The Professor looked surprised at Harry's recommendation.
"So you want me to partner with you, very well. If you can defeat me in one duel, no rules."
With a wave of his wand, Professor O'Connor sent the tables to the side of the class.
"Then, let us begin!"
Harry drew out his wand and moved a few steps backward to adopt a defensive stance. The professor also moved backwards. The two looked at each other and said, "No Unforgivables and first blood."
"Stupefy!" cried Professor O'Connor. Harry easily sidestepped the spell. He gave his wand a flicked and ropes appeared and coiled around Professor O'Connor. For moment, O'Connor looked surprised. Then, he gave his wand a flick and the wand was transformed into a snake. The serpent moved swiftly towards Harry. He drew his sword and when the snake raised its head, Harry plunged it down to the floor through the head. A few girls screamed.
"You're cold-blooded," whispered the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"In a duel, yes," Harry replied grimly. "In a real life duel, it is either you live or you die. The unwritten rule of duel is to kill, or to be killed. I values my life very much, therefore, I have to kill to survive."
Harry threw his sword towards the professor and raised his wand, muttering a spell. Immediately, several blades appeared as well. The blades flew towards Professor O'Connor. The professor calmly raised his wand and casted the Banishing Charm. The swords flew away. He countered the attack by casting the Flaming Spell. Harry was forced to create a shivery shield to defect the attack.
"Very nice," muttered Professor O'Connor as he continued to plod Harry's defense, looking for a loophole. "Not much of a weakness within your defense, Mr. Dora."
"Why thank you."
The rest of the class had stopped their duels and turned their attention to the front of the classroom. The exchange student from Soviet Union was hold up their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry tapped his wand on the floor and a shockwave moved towards the Professor swiftly. The Professor leapt sideward and tried to counter attack but his spell was blocked by the mass of stone in the air, an aftereffect of using the shockwave. The professor was surprised by the move.
"Amazing techniques, I see that I have more to learn," the Professor said mildly.
"I had enough fun for the day, Professor. Would you mind if I end this immediately?"
The teacher responded by sending another stream of curses towards Harry. Harry raised his wand and shouted, "Navitas flastus!"
The Professor tried to put up his best Shielding Charm but the spell makes use of the full force one's magic level and reserves to stun or kill the opponent depending on the caster's wish and will. Despite of his energy drain to open up powers of his, Harry still has power beyond most wizards. As such, the Advanced Shielding Charm that the Professor put up broke under the force of the spell.
The spell caught Professor O'Connor and flung across the room. The class went silent. Harry remained unruffled, not even his robes seem out of place. He walked over to the fallen Professor and revived him.
"My apologies," muttered Harry as he offered his hand to the Professor. The Professor waved away Harry's hand and picked himself up. He turned towards the class and looked grimly at them. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth twitched. The class looked at each other with bewilderment and a fairly certain amount of shock. One of the two teachers who favor Slytherin are actually smiling at his defeat by a Gryffindor.
"I must say, Mr. Dora, you have presented a rather magnificent challenge for me. So many tactics and variations of both Muggle duel skill with wizarding spells. Only few wizards have the possibly to defeat to defeat me in a wizard's duel. You are first student who ever defeated me. Let me see... Ah, yes. I believe that twenty points to Gryffindor are in order. And please stay back after lesson."
The bell rung. The students immediately scrammed away from the classroom, unable to believe that the teacher had just awarded Gryffindor fifty points. Not only that, the exchange student from Soviet Union had defeated their Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts. James threw an angry look at Harry over his shoulder before he left the classroom.
Harry ignored the look and focused his attention on Professor O'Connor. He was unable to read his mind. The Professor was calm and wasn't projecting any thoughts to the surrounding. As such, Harry's defensive instincts went high alert. He subconsciously shifted his body to a subtle fighting stance. His right hand went for his wand while his left hand gripped the hilt of the Gryffindor Sword.
"There is no need for such aggressive stance, Mr. Dora," said O'Connor as he turned around. He walked towards Harry and looked at him straight into the eyes.
"Tell me, Mr. Dora, who are you truly?" he whispered. His eyes were a hypnotic blue and Harry felt light-headed and lost in those eyes. However, his instincts, honed by both Merlin and Max, fought back the floating sensation. The Professor looked at Harry with surprise. He narrowed his eyes and hissed, "Who are you? Only those skilled in Occlumency are able to shake off my Hypnotic Persuasion. As far as I know, no school will teach any students Occlumency."
Harry removed his elven robes and stood to his full height and stared down at his teacher. O'Connor took a step back. He suddenly realized that the cloak his student was wearing creates an illusion on his height. The current wizarding technology was unable to achieve this effect. It was then he noted the mark on Harry's forearm. He reached up to grab Harry's arm and let go screaming, his hand burnt. The Lord of Light took a step back and drew out his sword. He had finally got an idea of where the loyalties of the Defense Against the Dark teacher.
"Unbranded Servant of the Dark Lord!" Harry snarled.
"What happened to my hand?!" the Professor screamed as he held onto his burnt hand. The blistered skin started to peel off. A foul stench filled the room as the burnt muscles was revealed. Whitish transparent pus started dripping from the muscles.
"An aura of love and purity protects me from those who had received powers from the Dark Lord. It burns those who had given their soul to the evil, like fire burns away the impurities," Harry said.
"Maybe, but the Dark Lord hadn't give me power to be defeated by a kid," sneered the Professor as he held up his hand. It had started to heal. The burnt muscles started to regenerate and skin start to crawl from his elbow. Harry watched with horrified fascination as the hand restored itself. The professor flexed his hand and gave a mirthless smile, "Good as new."
'He is in total control of his magic!' Harry thought, 'Not many people are able to be in total control of their own magic!'
"Surprise? I'm in total control of my powers, not like other puny wizards and witches. That is why I'm the right hand man of the Dark Lord," he smirked. "I'm in Hogwarts in attempt to recruit more witches and wizards for my Lord. You was the first candidate I had decide to recruit this year..."
"A pity, for once the Light, always the Light," Harry replied. "I have totally no intention of switching side."
"Then I'll have to destroy you," O'Connor replied. "A pity for such a powerful and fine person of power."
"Then let us begin..."
TBC...
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A note from your Author:
Haha! Another chapter completed. I hope that this isn't much of a cliffhanger then compared to some of my other chapters. Please take note that this fan fiction revolves around mainly on Harry. And I'm so sorry! My job is beginning to take its toll on me and I have only 1 break per week. I can do as much as I can per day. Anyway, I would like to thank all my reviewers! They are:
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Nphipps: Here!
Nasser Himura: Thanks! The person is...I will keep the lid on for sometime and let you cook! :)
Jeni Black: Cheers! Asian...Which country? Me from the 'little red dot' Singapore. (quotation from former president of Indonesia.)
Aalikane: Thank you!
Kemenran: Here! Have more!
Athenakitty: Heehee. I love to keep you in the dark! Smile!
Darkangelgep: yes, he is. Who wouldn't if you live in a period of war?
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"I see..." said Dumbledore cautiously. Only members of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry teaching staff was allowed to create Portkey homed into the castle, thus making him highly suspicious. He shall keep a closer watch on the two of them for the time being.
Harry knew that Dumbledore was going to keep a closer watch on him and Janet but that wasn't much of a problem. For now, he was contented that Janet was once again at his side. He and Janet strolled down along the corridors, hand in hand. A sudden movement behind them caught Harry's attention. He turned swiftly with his wand on in split second. James, Sirius and Peter stood in front of the couple.
"Well, what do we have here?" sneered James. His face twisted in contempt.
'I don't believe it,' thought Harry. 'This isn't my father that Dumbledore and Snuffles had made him out to be.'
"Let's see," Sirius replied, "Someone who had broke Lily's heart yesterday? Peter?"
The diminutive form of Peter gave a squeak and looked at Harry nervously. Harry looked back his memory. The Peter Pettigrew wasn't much different from the man who had betrayed his family that fateful day. His anger threatened to boil over and he was about to draw his wand when a feminine hand landed on his shoulder.
//Control your anger, Harry, don't forget what you had came here for.//
Harry turned and looked at Janet with surprise. //You speak Elvish? Since when, my love?//
Janet gave Harry an impish grin, //Albus had told me everything, Harry. Princess Geletn also taught me how to speak and write Elvish. I hope that you are not too angry, my lord. If you are, I should be the one.//
//Why?//
//Because you keep everything from me!//
//Sorry.//
"Quit that blabbering and let us get back to business," snapped James. He held up one finger and said, "I give a few choice here, you bastard. One, get back to wherever the hellhole where you are born. Two, leave Lily as she be. Or three, you get your butt kicked by us before you get back to which ever hellhole you came from!"
"I opt for the four choice, James. Why don't you keep your god damned mouth shut before I blast your butt to Alaska?" said Harry.
//Language, Mr. Potter, // Janet admonished.
"Then I think that you had opt for the third choice! I will kick your ass to back where you came!" snarled James as he drew out his wand.
"Why don't you try?" said Harry as he drew out the Sword of Gryffindor. "I don't need a wand to defeat you, Mr. James Potter. My enchanted blade will be more than enough. Step back, my dear." Janet sighed and took a few steps back, while muttering something about 'boys'.
"Is it? Stupefy!" roared James. A jet of red light erupted from the end of James's wand and streaked towards Harry. Harry did not even move a muscle when the stunner hit his sword. James, Sirius, Peter and Janet watched with fascination as the Sword of Gryffindor glowed white when the stunner impacted. Then the red jet of light disappeared. James was stunned. There was no way for Harry to block his spell for many people for his capability for his hexing and jinxing ability knew it.
"Surprised? I wouldn't. Never try to under-estimate any of your enemy and their ability. I had been taught not to ignore the ability of Muggle weaponry. They can be an important supplement to our magic," smirked Harry. He sheathed his sword and motioned for Janet. His girlfriend moved towards him and clasped their hands together, intertwined as one. Together, they walked past the surprised trio and disappeared at the turn at the corridor.
"I just don't believe it," gasped James. "He blocked my spell with just a sword! A sword of all things! Not a Shielding Charm! Oh, no! Potter, you are too weak for me to use magic to defeat you. I swear that I'm going to make him pay!"
"I think that we better get back to Gryffindor Tower, James!" squeaked Peter.
"Why? Are you afraid of ghosts?" asked Sirius.
"No, but I see Professor O'Connor coming from the map," whined Peter. James and Sirius exchanged a panic look. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor O'Connor, was one of the Gryffindor hater. Any Gryffindor caught by him outside their dormitory will be serving detention with him and that wasn't an experience that any Gryffindor will enjoy.
"What are you waiting for? Get out of here!" hissed James and the trio took off, heading back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
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"Janet, I need you to go back, please. This is very important for me.'
"Why can't I stay, huh?"
"Lord Voldemort will be after Lily's and James's blood. I can't afford to have my attention diverted by you."
"So, you don't like me," whispered Janet.
"No!" Harry was getting frustrated. He needs to give a plausible reason to Janet. "Ok, look here, Janet. If I failed to save my father and mother, I will be lost to this world. Further more, you will also lose me."
"But, I can help you!"
//No, my love. This is my responsibility and I shall not share my burden with others.//
//I love you, Harry Potter. Please be careful.// sighed Janet.
//I will, Janet. Don't worry, you shall be my guiding light and I will always hold you by my heart. Now go safe, my love. Know this, I shall not fail my mission.//
Together, they shared one passionate and lingering kiss under the full blue moon. Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest, a howl of a wolf was dimly heard. Oblivious to their surrounding, the couple failed to notice a pair of blazing red eyes watch them.
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"Good morning," Harry yawned as he sat down at the Gryffindor table. The various Gryffindor gave him a panic looked before they scooted away. Harry gave a shrug and began eating. Professor McGonagall moved down the row giving out timetable to the students. Harry suddenly noticed that the cup of orange juice was tinted with some strange magical signature. He pulled out his wand and tapped on the cup. Immediately, the cup of orange juice disappeared.
"Nice try, James Potter," Harry called out. "But you need better luck next time!"
He stood up and leaved the Great Hall. He looked down at his timetable and gave a smile. The first lesson of today was Defense Against Dark Arts with Gryffindor and Slytherin. He started to walk towards the Defense classroom. When Harry entered, he was surprised to see Lily there.
"Morning, Lily," Harry whispered softly and Lily was startled. She turned around and whipped out her wand and a beam of red light blasted from her wand. Harry drew out his wand and with a few Latin words, a shining sliver shield appeared around him. The spell dissipated immediately on the surface of the shield.
"First, James Potter tried to embarrass me and now you tried to curse me," said Harry mildly. "I must be very unpopular."
"It appears that my eyes are deceiving me," a voice spoke from behind Harry. "Rarely is there two Gryffindor in my classroom early."
"Perhaps, if you suspect that your vision have deceived you, you can go for a check up at the local hospital," Harry replied.
"Detention, mister!"
"I refuse."
The professor blinked. Harry moved forward and sat down. Before he could say anything, the bell rung and the rest of the students moved in. he turned around and sat down at the desk.
"As many of your incompetent schoolmates was unable to pass the OWL for my Defense Against Dark Arts, they had been removed. I hope that those who remained are much more adept, considering your 'Outstanding' grade," he paused briefly as his glaze landed on the slouching James Potter and Sirius Black. They gave each other a grin. "As the remaining of you hope to become Aurors, it is important that you pass my subject! Very well, for today, pick a schoolmate to be your partner. As many of you was able to perform the various spells I had taught you, all of you will be dueling for today's lesson. Now move it!"
The class moved around and stood together in pairs. In the end, only Harry had no partner. Professor O'Connor looked at Harry and smirked.
"So you don't have anyone to partner you? Detention..."
"Perhaps, if you are kind enough sir, you can partner me."
The Professor looked surprised at Harry's recommendation.
"So you want me to partner with you, very well. If you can defeat me in one duel, no rules."
With a wave of his wand, Professor O'Connor sent the tables to the side of the class.
"Then, let us begin!"
Harry drew out his wand and moved a few steps backward to adopt a defensive stance. The professor also moved backwards. The two looked at each other and said, "No Unforgivables and first blood."
"Stupefy!" cried Professor O'Connor. Harry easily sidestepped the spell. He gave his wand a flicked and ropes appeared and coiled around Professor O'Connor. For moment, O'Connor looked surprised. Then, he gave his wand a flick and the wand was transformed into a snake. The serpent moved swiftly towards Harry. He drew his sword and when the snake raised its head, Harry plunged it down to the floor through the head. A few girls screamed.
"You're cold-blooded," whispered the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"In a duel, yes," Harry replied grimly. "In a real life duel, it is either you live or you die. The unwritten rule of duel is to kill, or to be killed. I values my life very much, therefore, I have to kill to survive."
Harry threw his sword towards the professor and raised his wand, muttering a spell. Immediately, several blades appeared as well. The blades flew towards Professor O'Connor. The professor calmly raised his wand and casted the Banishing Charm. The swords flew away. He countered the attack by casting the Flaming Spell. Harry was forced to create a shivery shield to defect the attack.
"Very nice," muttered Professor O'Connor as he continued to plod Harry's defense, looking for a loophole. "Not much of a weakness within your defense, Mr. Dora."
"Why thank you."
The rest of the class had stopped their duels and turned their attention to the front of the classroom. The exchange student from Soviet Union was hold up their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry tapped his wand on the floor and a shockwave moved towards the Professor swiftly. The Professor leapt sideward and tried to counter attack but his spell was blocked by the mass of stone in the air, an aftereffect of using the shockwave. The professor was surprised by the move.
"Amazing techniques, I see that I have more to learn," the Professor said mildly.
"I had enough fun for the day, Professor. Would you mind if I end this immediately?"
The teacher responded by sending another stream of curses towards Harry. Harry raised his wand and shouted, "Navitas flastus!"
The Professor tried to put up his best Shielding Charm but the spell makes use of the full force one's magic level and reserves to stun or kill the opponent depending on the caster's wish and will. Despite of his energy drain to open up powers of his, Harry still has power beyond most wizards. As such, the Advanced Shielding Charm that the Professor put up broke under the force of the spell.
The spell caught Professor O'Connor and flung across the room. The class went silent. Harry remained unruffled, not even his robes seem out of place. He walked over to the fallen Professor and revived him.
"My apologies," muttered Harry as he offered his hand to the Professor. The Professor waved away Harry's hand and picked himself up. He turned towards the class and looked grimly at them. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth twitched. The class looked at each other with bewilderment and a fairly certain amount of shock. One of the two teachers who favor Slytherin are actually smiling at his defeat by a Gryffindor.
"I must say, Mr. Dora, you have presented a rather magnificent challenge for me. So many tactics and variations of both Muggle duel skill with wizarding spells. Only few wizards have the possibly to defeat to defeat me in a wizard's duel. You are first student who ever defeated me. Let me see... Ah, yes. I believe that twenty points to Gryffindor are in order. And please stay back after lesson."
The bell rung. The students immediately scrammed away from the classroom, unable to believe that the teacher had just awarded Gryffindor fifty points. Not only that, the exchange student from Soviet Union had defeated their Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts. James threw an angry look at Harry over his shoulder before he left the classroom.
Harry ignored the look and focused his attention on Professor O'Connor. He was unable to read his mind. The Professor was calm and wasn't projecting any thoughts to the surrounding. As such, Harry's defensive instincts went high alert. He subconsciously shifted his body to a subtle fighting stance. His right hand went for his wand while his left hand gripped the hilt of the Gryffindor Sword.
"There is no need for such aggressive stance, Mr. Dora," said O'Connor as he turned around. He walked towards Harry and looked at him straight into the eyes.
"Tell me, Mr. Dora, who are you truly?" he whispered. His eyes were a hypnotic blue and Harry felt light-headed and lost in those eyes. However, his instincts, honed by both Merlin and Max, fought back the floating sensation. The Professor looked at Harry with surprise. He narrowed his eyes and hissed, "Who are you? Only those skilled in Occlumency are able to shake off my Hypnotic Persuasion. As far as I know, no school will teach any students Occlumency."
Harry removed his elven robes and stood to his full height and stared down at his teacher. O'Connor took a step back. He suddenly realized that the cloak his student was wearing creates an illusion on his height. The current wizarding technology was unable to achieve this effect. It was then he noted the mark on Harry's forearm. He reached up to grab Harry's arm and let go screaming, his hand burnt. The Lord of Light took a step back and drew out his sword. He had finally got an idea of where the loyalties of the Defense Against the Dark teacher.
"Unbranded Servant of the Dark Lord!" Harry snarled.
"What happened to my hand?!" the Professor screamed as he held onto his burnt hand. The blistered skin started to peel off. A foul stench filled the room as the burnt muscles was revealed. Whitish transparent pus started dripping from the muscles.
"An aura of love and purity protects me from those who had received powers from the Dark Lord. It burns those who had given their soul to the evil, like fire burns away the impurities," Harry said.
"Maybe, but the Dark Lord hadn't give me power to be defeated by a kid," sneered the Professor as he held up his hand. It had started to heal. The burnt muscles started to regenerate and skin start to crawl from his elbow. Harry watched with horrified fascination as the hand restored itself. The professor flexed his hand and gave a mirthless smile, "Good as new."
'He is in total control of his magic!' Harry thought, 'Not many people are able to be in total control of their own magic!'
"Surprise? I'm in total control of my powers, not like other puny wizards and witches. That is why I'm the right hand man of the Dark Lord," he smirked. "I'm in Hogwarts in attempt to recruit more witches and wizards for my Lord. You was the first candidate I had decide to recruit this year..."
"A pity, for once the Light, always the Light," Harry replied. "I have totally no intention of switching side."
"Then I'll have to destroy you," O'Connor replied. "A pity for such a powerful and fine person of power."
"Then let us begin..."
TBC...
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A note from your Author:
Haha! Another chapter completed. I hope that this isn't much of a cliffhanger then compared to some of my other chapters. Please take note that this fan fiction revolves around mainly on Harry. And I'm so sorry! My job is beginning to take its toll on me and I have only 1 break per week. I can do as much as I can per day. Anyway, I would like to thank all my reviewers! They are:
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Nphipps: Here!
Nasser Himura: Thanks! The person is...I will keep the lid on for sometime and let you cook! :)
Jeni Black: Cheers! Asian...Which country? Me from the 'little red dot' Singapore. (quotation from former president of Indonesia.)
Aalikane: Thank you!
Kemenran: Here! Have more!
Athenakitty: Heehee. I love to keep you in the dark! Smile!
Darkangelgep: yes, he is. Who wouldn't if you live in a period of war?
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