On the Path of a War Mage
Disclaimer
Anything you see and you recognise, namley Harry Potter and characters from his world, dont belong to me. Anything you see and don't recognise most likley comes from my rather odd imagination so is belongs to me (poor poor things).
Summary
Harry needs to get away from it all this summer but finds himself taken away from it all far sooner than he expected. H's quickly pulled into another world and forced to master new powers and skills just to survive... Post HBP
Chapter 3 – Questions and a few answers
Harry followed the tiger-man too the wall, his focus on the hypnotic swaying tail broken by a door opening in the wall. Opening was an unfit description it was more like a tiny pinprick in the wall stretching open into a large hole, the edges of the opening where slightly translucent in the same way as when you stretch a plastic bag to its braking point. Kyara smoothly stepped through the opening in the wall and into a cylindrical white passageway beyond. As Harry followed he noticed each step he took the floor rose up to meet him giving him level instead of curved ground to step on. He hesitated, raising a foot and lowering it slowly, watching as the pearly floor rose fluidly up to his bare sole. He poked it with his toe, surprised to feel the surface smooth, solid and slightly warm, he poked harder and was further surprised when the surface gave slightly.
A sharp but amused cough broke his experimentation. Quickly putting his foot down he looked up to see the Tren's amused face, one dark eyebrow slightly razed mirrored by a half smirk of the lips. Harry sheepishly looked down, caught like a child with his hand in the cookie jar and began glowing. Kyara turned his back on the blushing boy and returned to leading the way but as Harry obediently followed he could distinctly hear the sharp cough of laughter.
After continuing down the strangely lit corridor (Harry decided it was classified as strange when beneath you was giving off as much light as above) they stopped in front of what seemed like a nondescript piece of wall. Kyara placed his hand on the wall and as he removed it, just as before, an oval door hole grew. They stepped into another spherical room, a little bigger than before but the same hue and texture. Small spheres lay scattered over the floor of the room like a mess of oddly shaped scatter cushions. As they stood there a sphere around the height of a small dog rolled towards them. Kyara gracefully bent down to pick it up, cradling it to his broad chest carefully.
He placed his free hand gently on the surface and his brow creased in concentration then as if he had come to some sort of conclusion he reached out offering the sphere to Harry. "Here" the Tren said, "It seems to be the right size, you should be honoured Morgana doesn't usually pick out the new ones clothing. She must like you!"
Harry took the sphere; it felt warm, smooth and slightly soft, not unlike the strange walls all about him. He couldn't help but wonder how he was meant to get his clothes from it. He carefully turned it round, looking for some hatch or clue as to how to get it open, finally giving up he looked questioningly at the grinning face in front of him.
"Put your hand on top and think 'open', in fact since your new to this just say it." Said Kyara obviously restraining his humour for the boy in front of him.
Harry carefully followed the instructions and as he spoke the command he felt the sphere change. It grew thinner and seemed to split, opening out like a flower. Inside the flower like object where neatly folded wads of cloth in pure white. He took them out and placed the now empty sphere-flower onto the floor where it was immediately absorbed until no sign of it remained. Harry was impressed but delayed his inevitable questions until he was fully clothed. Unfolding the tiny wads he soon discovered they were in fact fully sized cloths, they also miraculously didn't hold any creases despite they're packaging. Very soon he was feeling much better if a little white. He was decked out in white shorts somewhat like boxers, loose fitting white trousers and a white waistcoat very like his new acquaintance. The material was the softest Harry had ever felt, it was lovely and so well fitted, not that that was surprising given his normal wear of Dudley's hand-me-downs.
That thought suddenly brought home the truth; he wasn't the only one in that car crash and the others were closer to the tree. He felt inside him the certainty they were dead, everyone was dead, it seemed inevitable, anyone he cared about died. Maybe it wasn't so bad that he had come here; now no one else would have to die because of him. With this exultant thought he turned and followed the Tren who led him quietly out of the room sensing his soured mood.
They were back to travelling down the corridors. Harry barely paid attention to the how the floor altered to help him walk. His questioning mind, depressed though it was, soon began to challenge his silent walk. Giving in to the inevitable he looked up to Kyara and asked, "Where are we going?"
The Tren carried on walking but answered smoothly "We go to your presentation where you will meet those you are to learn under and obey, do not be displeasing them, that would be causing problems later. You will meet your mentor afterwards who will guide you through the process until you are fit to take the tests."
Harry's brow creased, what tests and what would he learn? He opened his mouth to ask the inevitable questions but shut it quickly again as Kyara stopped in front of a dead end. One furry finger with vicious looking nail/claw pressed to the black lips as the tiger-man stepped back, beckoning with a second claw for Harry to pass and proceed.
Harry stepped past looking questioningly at the Tren who smiled reassuringly. Guessing what he was to do next he pressed his hand into the firm yet slightly yielding surface and waited. Nothing happened. He turned his head to face Kyara only to find a great smile splitting his feline face. Annoyed and determined to prove that he wasn't useless he turned back to the wall and concentrated hard on how to get it to open, pushing his hand harder into it with his frustration.
Suddenly he felt the wall grow warm under his arm and begin to thin. Before he could stop himself he fell right through stumbling into the room beyond cursing himself for not remembering the clothes spheres earlier. Stabilising himself and resisting the urge to punch the blatantly smirking Tren he looked around only to be totally mortified as he realised just how many people/things were staring at him. He felt the burning hot glow of his annoying blush and begged the ground to swallow him up as he stepped more fully into the room towards a beckoning figure.
A/N
Now's when you see my imagination get slightly carried away (as if it hasn't anyway). I'm trying to create a kind of alternative but theoretically scientifically possible world, it's fun, which proves I'm bored and work isn't exactly challenging at the moment. Anyone with any ideas on this or different types of magic can either review or email me them and I'll see about them being squeezed in the story (easy to say now as I'm only 3 chapters in but the plan is to add lots of different types of magic and train Harry in them then… Well that might be giving away the plot, not that its exactly fully formed yet, must try to plan things more than just ideas floating in my head.
Sorry waffle over now, I'm bored at work and thought I'd share it with you, pass on the misery, moving to a different department soon and bet I don't have as much time to write then so may have to be good (and normal) and do it at home.
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