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The Purest Heart and Soul
Chapter 1 – Training for the Final Battle
Harry was tired. His relatives had snapped at him a lot that day. He yawned, stretched and plopped himself in bed and shut his eyes. A few minutes later, there was a soft tapping noise. Harry opened his eyes, looked around and fell asleep again. 'Tap-tap-tap,' the sound was growing louder and it sounded like someone was trying to break into the house!
Harry slowly got up and moved his hand around blindly for his glasses. Once he found them, he reached for his wand that he had hidden away under the loose floorboard under his bed upon his arrival to the Dursley residence.
When he had it, Harry headed towards his door, muttered 'alohomora,' and unlocked it. He crept downstairs and heard voices arguing in the kitchen, 'No, we mustn't wake his relatives!'
'Then how do you propose that we get the boy back to the castle?'
It appeared as if the people were from the magical world! Was it Voldemort's Death Eaters? Was it Minister Fudge and his Aurors? If so, what did he do this time? All of these thoughts were racing through his head at the moment, yet none of them made any sense. Harry gripped his wand tightly and proceeded towards the kitchen to find out what was going on.
Suddenly, a small light appeared and he heard murmurs of the spell Lumos. It was as if they had five miniature torches with them. Slowly, he walked, the light was getting nearer and nearer and then...No, what was he going to do when he was visible to them in their light? His uncle had locked most of his things away in the cupboard and there was no time to contact anyone for help.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he heard something crash, the Uncle Vernon's voice, 'Dudley, if you're having midnight snacks again, you had better clean up that mess you just made, because I it's not clean in the morning...'
'Vernon! You know it could be that horrible freak!' Aunt Petunia snapped.
'Boy, if you're out of your room, I'm going to make sure you get it in the morning...' Uncle Vernon snapped that statement with such malice in his voice that Harry knew to take him seriously.
Harry turned around and started walking backwards, until he bumped into something, or, rather someone! He felt a hand cover his mouth to prevent him from screaming. 'Ssshhh.... Harry, relax, it's okay!'
Harry leaned back and relaxed against the person that had shut him up. The hand left. And Harry turned around and gasped! He knew these people! He had seen their faces in textbooks, cards and posters... Why were they here? Alive and standing in the kitchen of the Dursley house for that matter? 'They must have traveled through time,' Harry thought.
'Harry, bring all of your belongings with you, because you are going to come and move in with us. We will tell you only what you need to know once we are back at the castle.'
Harry was in a jam. A part of him wanted to trust these people, but another part of him said to be cautious. Shrugging it off, he told them that his things were locked up in the cupboard under the stairs, but he had hidden his most prized possessions under a loose floorboard in his room.
One of the strange people from the group of five came and unlocked the cupboard for him, and within a couple of minutes, everyone had gathered all of the necessary items that Harry would need. They silently left the house, went to the nearest secluded spot and grabbed hold of the portkey.
When they landed, they were in a castle unseen by magic and to the naked eye. Harry was so tired – seeing that it was 3:00am in the morning – that he fell asleep as soon as the group arrived. (A/N: What? Isn't this possible?! LOL! Never mind! I don't want to know!) The eldest of the group picked him up, took him to one of the bedrooms and tucked him in.
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The next morning, when Harry awoke, he looked around and took in his new surroundings. The room was painted blue with silver upholstery on the curtains and the chairs. 'Absolutely stunning,' Harry thought. He pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. 'OWW!!' He yelped as he felt the pinch on his arm.
At that moment, the group that had 'abducted' him came into the room. Two women came first, 'Rise and shine Harry!' they both greeted. Then three men entered and all gruffly said their 'good-mornings.'
The eldest of the group stepped forward and bowed politely. 'Harry, I am Merlin, and the four people behind me are the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin.'
As Merlin introduced each of them, they all made a polite gesture to welcome him into their home. Harry took a long look at Salazar Slytherin. He wasn't at all what the history books described him to be. In fact, he was grinning mischievously and was fingering his wand.
Salazar noticed the look that Harry was giving him and decided to give an explanation. 'I know what you're thinking young man, and I will tell you right now that I am not the person the world you live in now has come to know me by. Yes, it's true that I didn't like muggle borns very much, but I was never against them learning how to do magic. Also, I have no idea how my name came to bring such evil as I was nothing but a mischief-making prankster.' Salazar said this so innocently, that Harry had to give a small chuckle.
'So what are you all doing here? Are you alive?' Harry now knew that he could trust these people, but he wanted a few answers before they started anything.
Godric was the one who answered Harry's question this time. 'No, we are not technically alive, though as we have bound our spirit to this place, we take on a physical appearance and we are able to do everything that other witches and wizards an do as long as we are on the castle grounds.'
At this point, Rowena took over. 'You see Harry, Salazar received word – no don't ask how – that Voldemort is going to attack soon, but we do not know of the exact place or date.'
Helga Hufflepuff stepped forward, 'Harry, we need to train you for the Final Battle. Don't worry, no-one will know that we are here, whether it be a muggle or wizard.'
'But, but... What about my friends? Professor Dumbledore?!' asked Harry.
'I am afraid that you will not be able to contact them Harry, no-one must know that you are here,' Merlin answered, 'Voldemort can trace the owls back to here and then we are done for.'
'Merlin! This castle has five times the amount of protection than any other well guarded magical site on the Earth!' Salazar interrupted the old man, and they proceeded into an argument.
'Don't worry about them Harry. They are always on each other's cases. Now we will begin your training today, so get your things and follow us, because we are going to move you to your new permanent bedroom and after, you'll go have something to eat and then you will follow the path to the courtyard and meet us there.' Instructed Rowena.
After dressing, Harry ate breakfast and grabbed his wand. He made his way towards the courtyard and marveled at its magnificence. It was lush, green and many other colours due to the many flowers and there were grand fountains in many different shapes and sizes. Harry slowly entered the garden, as he was still unsure as to whether or not this was another one of Voldemort's 'clever' ideas to get Harry killed. Sure Harry trusted them, but Harry wasn't entirely sure that this was not magic at work. Perhaps it was conjured? No, it would have to disappear after a certain period of time.
'Harry, come over here please. Today we are just going to duel. Remember to use your instincts and your intelligence,' Godric instructed the young man.
Godric and Harry bowed and started to duel. Hexes, jinxes curses and spells of all sorts were being sued, including the Unforgivables, though excluding the Avada Kedavra. This made Harry panic, 'Hey! Isn't the usage of the Unforgivables against the law?' He managed to get that in before having to dive to the side to avoid being hit with a shrinking charm.
'Don't worry Harry,' Salazar stated, 'Need I remind you that the Ministry isn't aware of magic that goes on at Midnight Manor?'(A/N: That's the name of the castle)
Godric and Harry continued to duel at a very fast pace. The other founders and Merlin observed the duel taking mental notes on how Harry could improve his dueling. All of a sudden, Godric stopped. There was some blood on the grass, and when Harry noticed this, he stopped as well. Unexpectedly, Harry was knocked off his feet with a spell.
'Harry, attack me! Don't stop! Voldemort will take advantage of you if you stop to rest or stay in shock.' Gryffindor shouted.
'But...but...you're hurt!' Harry exclaimed.
'Harry, if Voldemort is injured, he won't care, all that will be on his mind is to be rid of you once and for all!' Reprimanded Salazar.
Once the duel was finished, a small house-elf appeared carrying a tray of Pumpkin juice and some snacks. 'Would Master Godric be needing anything else?' the house-elf inquired.
'Yes Adea, would you please go and fetch some of the sword from the armory please?'
'Godric, how can you expect the boy to fight with swords when he can't duel properly with magic! It's impossible!' Interrupted Salazar.
Merlin took over from there, 'Now, now Salazar, he's just a boy, he makes mistakes just like everyone else does.'
It had been a tiring day for Harry, as he had spent the whole day practicing how to duel with different methods and weaponry. It was tiring with how they would spend a lot of time doing one area, then take a short break and begin précising again. The hardest course for Harry was the hand- to-hand combat. He was quick enough to dodge the blows, yet not quick enough to inflict any damage to his opponent. The male founders taught him in the practical part of the training, while the female founders and Merlin taught him the in-class knowledge.
As the sun set Harry yawned, and made his way up to his room. He changed into his pyjamas that had been laid out for him and went to sleep. As sleep washed over him, a very worried Albus Dumbledore was pacing around in his office.
Harry's friends had sent him an owl but Harry had never responded, they had owled Professor Dumbledore and an alarm rose between the teachers and peer alike.
What happened to Harry?
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A/N: Well, what did you all think of that?? Please review! I would really appreciate it! Once again, a BIG THANKYOU goes out to my friend, beta reader and the other writer of this story: Lover of Solid Snake! The next chapter will be out soon! PLEASE REVIEW!!!
The Purest Heart and Soul
Chapter 1 – Training for the Final Battle
Harry was tired. His relatives had snapped at him a lot that day. He yawned, stretched and plopped himself in bed and shut his eyes. A few minutes later, there was a soft tapping noise. Harry opened his eyes, looked around and fell asleep again. 'Tap-tap-tap,' the sound was growing louder and it sounded like someone was trying to break into the house!
Harry slowly got up and moved his hand around blindly for his glasses. Once he found them, he reached for his wand that he had hidden away under the loose floorboard under his bed upon his arrival to the Dursley residence.
When he had it, Harry headed towards his door, muttered 'alohomora,' and unlocked it. He crept downstairs and heard voices arguing in the kitchen, 'No, we mustn't wake his relatives!'
'Then how do you propose that we get the boy back to the castle?'
It appeared as if the people were from the magical world! Was it Voldemort's Death Eaters? Was it Minister Fudge and his Aurors? If so, what did he do this time? All of these thoughts were racing through his head at the moment, yet none of them made any sense. Harry gripped his wand tightly and proceeded towards the kitchen to find out what was going on.
Suddenly, a small light appeared and he heard murmurs of the spell Lumos. It was as if they had five miniature torches with them. Slowly, he walked, the light was getting nearer and nearer and then...No, what was he going to do when he was visible to them in their light? His uncle had locked most of his things away in the cupboard and there was no time to contact anyone for help.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he heard something crash, the Uncle Vernon's voice, 'Dudley, if you're having midnight snacks again, you had better clean up that mess you just made, because I it's not clean in the morning...'
'Vernon! You know it could be that horrible freak!' Aunt Petunia snapped.
'Boy, if you're out of your room, I'm going to make sure you get it in the morning...' Uncle Vernon snapped that statement with such malice in his voice that Harry knew to take him seriously.
Harry turned around and started walking backwards, until he bumped into something, or, rather someone! He felt a hand cover his mouth to prevent him from screaming. 'Ssshhh.... Harry, relax, it's okay!'
Harry leaned back and relaxed against the person that had shut him up. The hand left. And Harry turned around and gasped! He knew these people! He had seen their faces in textbooks, cards and posters... Why were they here? Alive and standing in the kitchen of the Dursley house for that matter? 'They must have traveled through time,' Harry thought.
'Harry, bring all of your belongings with you, because you are going to come and move in with us. We will tell you only what you need to know once we are back at the castle.'
Harry was in a jam. A part of him wanted to trust these people, but another part of him said to be cautious. Shrugging it off, he told them that his things were locked up in the cupboard under the stairs, but he had hidden his most prized possessions under a loose floorboard in his room.
One of the strange people from the group of five came and unlocked the cupboard for him, and within a couple of minutes, everyone had gathered all of the necessary items that Harry would need. They silently left the house, went to the nearest secluded spot and grabbed hold of the portkey.
When they landed, they were in a castle unseen by magic and to the naked eye. Harry was so tired – seeing that it was 3:00am in the morning – that he fell asleep as soon as the group arrived. (A/N: What? Isn't this possible?! LOL! Never mind! I don't want to know!) The eldest of the group picked him up, took him to one of the bedrooms and tucked him in.
.o0o.
The next morning, when Harry awoke, he looked around and took in his new surroundings. The room was painted blue with silver upholstery on the curtains and the chairs. 'Absolutely stunning,' Harry thought. He pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. 'OWW!!' He yelped as he felt the pinch on his arm.
At that moment, the group that had 'abducted' him came into the room. Two women came first, 'Rise and shine Harry!' they both greeted. Then three men entered and all gruffly said their 'good-mornings.'
The eldest of the group stepped forward and bowed politely. 'Harry, I am Merlin, and the four people behind me are the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin.'
As Merlin introduced each of them, they all made a polite gesture to welcome him into their home. Harry took a long look at Salazar Slytherin. He wasn't at all what the history books described him to be. In fact, he was grinning mischievously and was fingering his wand.
Salazar noticed the look that Harry was giving him and decided to give an explanation. 'I know what you're thinking young man, and I will tell you right now that I am not the person the world you live in now has come to know me by. Yes, it's true that I didn't like muggle borns very much, but I was never against them learning how to do magic. Also, I have no idea how my name came to bring such evil as I was nothing but a mischief-making prankster.' Salazar said this so innocently, that Harry had to give a small chuckle.
'So what are you all doing here? Are you alive?' Harry now knew that he could trust these people, but he wanted a few answers before they started anything.
Godric was the one who answered Harry's question this time. 'No, we are not technically alive, though as we have bound our spirit to this place, we take on a physical appearance and we are able to do everything that other witches and wizards an do as long as we are on the castle grounds.'
At this point, Rowena took over. 'You see Harry, Salazar received word – no don't ask how – that Voldemort is going to attack soon, but we do not know of the exact place or date.'
Helga Hufflepuff stepped forward, 'Harry, we need to train you for the Final Battle. Don't worry, no-one will know that we are here, whether it be a muggle or wizard.'
'But, but... What about my friends? Professor Dumbledore?!' asked Harry.
'I am afraid that you will not be able to contact them Harry, no-one must know that you are here,' Merlin answered, 'Voldemort can trace the owls back to here and then we are done for.'
'Merlin! This castle has five times the amount of protection than any other well guarded magical site on the Earth!' Salazar interrupted the old man, and they proceeded into an argument.
'Don't worry about them Harry. They are always on each other's cases. Now we will begin your training today, so get your things and follow us, because we are going to move you to your new permanent bedroom and after, you'll go have something to eat and then you will follow the path to the courtyard and meet us there.' Instructed Rowena.
After dressing, Harry ate breakfast and grabbed his wand. He made his way towards the courtyard and marveled at its magnificence. It was lush, green and many other colours due to the many flowers and there were grand fountains in many different shapes and sizes. Harry slowly entered the garden, as he was still unsure as to whether or not this was another one of Voldemort's 'clever' ideas to get Harry killed. Sure Harry trusted them, but Harry wasn't entirely sure that this was not magic at work. Perhaps it was conjured? No, it would have to disappear after a certain period of time.
'Harry, come over here please. Today we are just going to duel. Remember to use your instincts and your intelligence,' Godric instructed the young man.
Godric and Harry bowed and started to duel. Hexes, jinxes curses and spells of all sorts were being sued, including the Unforgivables, though excluding the Avada Kedavra. This made Harry panic, 'Hey! Isn't the usage of the Unforgivables against the law?' He managed to get that in before having to dive to the side to avoid being hit with a shrinking charm.
'Don't worry Harry,' Salazar stated, 'Need I remind you that the Ministry isn't aware of magic that goes on at Midnight Manor?'(A/N: That's the name of the castle)
Godric and Harry continued to duel at a very fast pace. The other founders and Merlin observed the duel taking mental notes on how Harry could improve his dueling. All of a sudden, Godric stopped. There was some blood on the grass, and when Harry noticed this, he stopped as well. Unexpectedly, Harry was knocked off his feet with a spell.
'Harry, attack me! Don't stop! Voldemort will take advantage of you if you stop to rest or stay in shock.' Gryffindor shouted.
'But...but...you're hurt!' Harry exclaimed.
'Harry, if Voldemort is injured, he won't care, all that will be on his mind is to be rid of you once and for all!' Reprimanded Salazar.
Once the duel was finished, a small house-elf appeared carrying a tray of Pumpkin juice and some snacks. 'Would Master Godric be needing anything else?' the house-elf inquired.
'Yes Adea, would you please go and fetch some of the sword from the armory please?'
'Godric, how can you expect the boy to fight with swords when he can't duel properly with magic! It's impossible!' Interrupted Salazar.
Merlin took over from there, 'Now, now Salazar, he's just a boy, he makes mistakes just like everyone else does.'
It had been a tiring day for Harry, as he had spent the whole day practicing how to duel with different methods and weaponry. It was tiring with how they would spend a lot of time doing one area, then take a short break and begin précising again. The hardest course for Harry was the hand- to-hand combat. He was quick enough to dodge the blows, yet not quick enough to inflict any damage to his opponent. The male founders taught him in the practical part of the training, while the female founders and Merlin taught him the in-class knowledge.
As the sun set Harry yawned, and made his way up to his room. He changed into his pyjamas that had been laid out for him and went to sleep. As sleep washed over him, a very worried Albus Dumbledore was pacing around in his office.
Harry's friends had sent him an owl but Harry had never responded, they had owled Professor Dumbledore and an alarm rose between the teachers and peer alike.
What happened to Harry?
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A/N: Well, what did you all think of that?? Please review! I would really appreciate it! Once again, a BIG THANKYOU goes out to my friend, beta reader and the other writer of this story: Lover of Solid Snake! The next chapter will be out soon! PLEASE REVIEW!!!