A/N: Second chapter, yeah it's up quickly, it won't always be though. Hope everyone likes this chapter. This story is going be almost all Harry Potter although references to other books, games, and movies will be in here and the sequels, although the characters not that similar to their real characters. You'll find out why I am doing such later on in the trilogy, which it is now assuredly going to become, it will remain Harry Potter though, and only Harry Potter. Remember read and review, it'll make me happy.
Disclaimer: I own not Harry Potter, so don't sue. I also don't own any of the things I hint to now or later on throughout the story, I had no disclaimer last time so here it is, and this is the only one I shall do. I do want to give special thanks to J.K. Rowling for creating this magnificent world to play in, as well as Never Odd Or eveN for being my first reviewer.
Chapter 1: Memories
'Where? Where am I?' The boy named Harry Potter asked himself. He looked down to see his body, and knew he was much older than he should ever be, but his body only looked like that of one just past twenty-four. Harry sat up and then the memories flew into him. Memories of what had happened while he had been away.
"Boy! You are pathetic! You have just killed your mother and father, and even the greatest wizard of all time. You are not worthy of being taught. If this had been real all of us minus your attacker would have been killed!" A tall rather handsome man, although he was around sixty, spat at Harry.
"I-I'm sorry." Harry responded dully, wincing from the pain of cutting curse across his back and right leg.
"Sorry! You say sorry and expect everything to be okay? You are a fool boy. You never would have survived the second world war, and not even close to the war against me! We place all our hope on you, and what happens you go and get us all killed. You are lucky this is training or I swear I'd kill you myself. You are useless, pathetic, and even he would agree that your nothing, but a freak. You are the only hope for the world? The world might as well just shrivel up and burn. Or even better the entire galaxy. You know what's at stake here, don't you boy!"
"Enough. The boy gets the point. Don't you boy?" A different man this once dressed in dark green and silver robes, and a slightly snake-like face said somewhat compassionately at Harry.
"I'm sorry I let you down. Master Slytherin. Master Grindelwald. I'm sorry for killing you. Mom. Dad. Sirius. Merlin." Harry said depressingly.
"Mistakes like this in real life will get you, and everyone around you killed." Grindelwald said.
"Don't be so hard on the lad Grin." Another tall man, who looked about 150 or so with a long white beard and crescent moon glasses spoke softly, but sternly at the former dark lord.
"Don't call me that!" The Dark Lord Grindelwald said sputtering in rage.
"Why don't you try it again. Harry?" Albus Dumbledore former headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry said.
"I'll try." Harry said softly.
"Try? There is no try. Only do or do not. Try has no place in your teachings, it will only lead to pain, suffering, and death." A woman dressed in black and blue robes with long flowing black hair and blue eyes, said to him.
"Yes. I'm sorry, Lady Ravenclaw." Harry said before going back to his training.
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"Boy. You know what this is?" Grindelwald was holding a vial of a nasty smelling fluid.
"Uh. No." Harry said hesitantly.
"It's no sir." This comment made Harry remember Professor Snape. "This, boy, is an animagus multiplex, soromos solution. This potion will show you your animagus forms."
"Forms?"
"Yes forms. Are you deaf boy?" Grindelwald sneered.
"No, it's just that." Harry hesitated.
"Spit it out boy, I don't have all day!"
"It's just that, I thought one could only have one animagus form?"
"Ah, a reasonable question. Yes, normally that is true, but as we've gone over, daemons are gifted with multiple powers, and according to White Beard one of your talents lies in being an animagus. This potion though should show you more than one, it will show the top five candidates, although for most it would only show the first two. With this potion you animagus forms can be both magical and non-magical. Unfortunately as I'm the top Potions Master here, and have used this potion on myself. I've been given the privilege of tutoring you in this subject."
"You mean I might have a magical form?" Harry asked s0omewhat nervous, what if his form was a symbol for evil or something?
"Yes, it is quite possible, but only the ultra powerful ever are gifted. You are half-god, half-demon, so I guess you will probably have at least two magical forms. One will be of the greatest light, the other of the deepest darkness, since you can speak to snakes, I would also hazard a guess that you would have three forms, one of them will most likely be a Basilisk. If that is the case Salazar will train you. I understand he's already tutoring you in Parseltongue?"
"Yeah, he is. I didn't know how useful it could be." Harry said pleasantly.
"Of course you didn't your just a stupid little boy, you know nothing of true knowledge and power. Now take your potion, if it works correctly, which it will as I made it. It should transform you into your forms, however many you may have, one at a time, you will be in each form for a day, and after adjusting to them you will turn back to human, and we'll begin the long process of actually transforming without the aid of a potion. Drink!"
Harry's first form was neither light nor dark, but grey. It could be extremely deadly or extremely helpful, and it was a master at shielding the mind. Harry first began to feel his body begin to shrink, and as he got closer to the floor he could tell his feet and hands were disappearing. A sharp pain in his back and large magnificent blue and purple wings sprouted in place of his hands. He felt his head becoming more serpentine and the rest of his now leg and armless body scrunching together. When it was done Grindelwald could tell that the creature he had turned into was none other than the grey creature itself, a winged snake related to the Occamy, it was an Occumy, the snake of the mind.
"Guess we won't need occlumency lessons anymore." Grindelwald growled happily.
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"You're Harry James Potter, correct?" A small wizard with a short pointy hat, and dressed in blue and black, small yellow eyes scanning him thoroughly asked Harry.
"Yes, that is him. I mean I." Harry said quickly.
"Curious. It seems strange that they would send you here. Did they by chance tell you why?" The small wizard asked quickly.
"Uh, no. Merlin and La Fey just told me to come here and that a man named Vivi would be able to help me. Is that you?" Harry asked as politely as he could, while looking down at the man whose face was hidden in shadows.
The faceless man's yellow eyes looked at him, flashing orange a brief moment before finally snapping out of his thought.
"I'm sorry, no one by that name lives here. You have come all this way for nothing. Now leave me in peace." The wizard turned his back to him and began walking away.
"Wait!" Harry cried out to him, causing the man to stop. "I'm searching for a great wizard by the name of Vivi Oran, my teachers sent me to find him so I could learn the art of white and black magic. If you know where he is will you please help me?"
The small man seemed to sigh. "Very well. My name is Vivi Oran, I haven't had an apprentice for a very long time. If you agree you will need to spend at the least one hundred years in my humble abode."
"What! A Hundred Years!" Harry cried out in shock, looking at Vivi Oran like he was crazy.
"That is my offer. My one and only offer. Take it or leave it." Vivi said carelessly.
"Augh. Fine. I'll take it. My teachers said to not come back until I had been taught by you anyways."
"Fine. Now, first thing you need to know about white and black magic, they cannot be done with wands."
"What? You have to do them wandless?" Harry asked bitterly.
"Yes. White magic is the art of healing and giving special, short period of time little boosts of energy. Black magic is the complete opposite. Black magic is offensive magic and takes a lot out of you, but can do great damage. In all actuality it is the control of the elements of fire, water, shadow, earth, ice, light, lightning, and time. The time element and shadow element are the hardest elements to control and even if one does succeed, it usually only means time can be slowed, or stopped. Never can it be used to go to the past, the future, and when it is stopped it is only for an hour or so. Casting any element magic takes a lot out of you, and time magic the most, usually one will collapse after usage for days on end, at the least for at least 12 hours. The consequences almost always make the magic not worth using. With white magic, it can save people from many things, but it can't stop someone from dying whose time it is to die, nor can it revive people from the dead. Like black magic it too takes a lot of energy out of you, and using too much will cause you to collapse for at the most a week, with the least being three days. Also the white and black magic does not allow the user of such spells cast them upon him or herself."
"So, why am I learning this, if I can't really use it?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"WHY?" Vivi roared at Harry. "Why! It is the same reason you must learn to kill, how to fight, incase it is needed! You have a lot to learn."
"Yeah. A hundred years worth."
"That's the spirit, I need you to go collect seven red rocks."
Harry just looked at Vivi like he was out of his mind. "What?"
"I need you to collect seven red rocks. Now get to it!" Vivi yelled sending a small bolt of lightning at Harry's backside, causing him to yelp and start searching for rocks. When Harry was far out of hearing distance, Vivi chuckled quietly to himself. "Haha. I didn't say that magic was not allowed. You could just conjure the stones." Vivi said before chuckling again and going to enjoy the peace. Harry would soon realize that there were no red stones around that area.
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Harry shifted his feet slightly. The small movement did not go unnoticed by Godric Gryffindor. Harry had returned from his training with Vivi Oran only to discover he would be spending another ten years with the founders and his family, before being shoved over to another famous man to be taught a new art. The art of the sword and bow, and possibly the axe and tracking skills as well.
Godric Gryffindor had volunteered to bring him to them, there were two who would be training him this time, and if Godric could talk him into it a third one. The first man they were to meet was a former King from his world, and the other two were his companions, one an elf, the other a dwarf. There names were Argon, Legol, and Gims, Argon being the man. Legol being the elf, and Gims being the dwarf.
Harry watched as Godric went up to the great white palace doors and knocked gently. No answer. Godric then knocked even louder and continued to knock until he heard the voice of someone on the other side.
"Argh. Bloody elf. Get your arse down here! I can't open the door!" Complete and utter silence, although Harry was sure he sensed something moving in the house. After two or three minutes the door opened and a tall blonde man with pointed ears and dressed like robin hood answered.
"Hello? Who may you fine travelers be? If your seeking aid, our lord is busy at the moment. He's having a brief reunion with his wife." The elf who Harry realized was Legol said with a grin. Harry blushed realizing what the words he said meant.
"You elf. You forgot to introduce yourself. Stupid lad. The name's Gims." The small, though not nearly as small man as Vivi said. "This incompetent dunderhead is Legol." Gims said and while doing so his beard seemed to wriggle.
"Delighted to meet you. My name is Godric Gryffindor, and this young lad here is Harry Potter. I assume you got our letter so you're expecting us?" Godric said with a grin, realizing that they obviously forgot or lost the letter.
"Letter?" Gims said gruffly. "What letter?"
"This letter, master dwarf." Legol said pulling out a letter and trying not to look at the angry dwarf in the eye.
"Gimme that!" Gims shouted loudly.
"Ah, ah. Bad dwarf. Bad." Legol said hitting Gims with the letter much to his annoyance.
"Gimme the damn letter!"
"Oh very well, spoil my fun." Legol said with a sigh before setting the letter on the table for the dwarf to get at. "Sorry about my companion here, he's a bit sensitive about his height."
"Hey!" Gims cried out.
"Yes, as I was saying. We received the letter, although I didn't expect you to arrive so soon!"
"So this is the lad?" Gims grunted at Harry who nodded. "A bit on the small side. You wizards may know your magic, but this laddy is surely lacking the physical department." Gims said smirking in which Harry could of sworn was an evil grin.
"You do realize that his body is not here, don't you?" Godric asked worriedly, wondering about the sanity of the dwarf.
"Of course we do. If he's fit here, his body should become quicker at becoming fit when he returns. I'll even teach him martial arts, with the help of Argon of course. Argon will most likely teach him sword, and tracking. Legol here will teach the bow and magical and muggle creatures. This is one of the only places they can be found after all. The giant spiders are particularly interesting creatures to talk to." Gims said smirking at the frown that crossed Harry's face at the mention of giant spiders. It reminded him too much of his little encounter with Aragog.
"Uh, yeah. Sure, it's not dangerous is it?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Now that you'll just have to find out on your own." Gims flashed him and Godric another grin, this time Godric shifted his feet. "But first things first I'm going to teach you about weapons, muggle and magical, modern and ancient, then we'll make one. Sounds fun doesn't it?"
"Don't let my friend trouble you. It's just been a while since he's been able to use his brain." Legol said chuckling at the uproar from the dwarf. Legol entered in the fight happily and left Godric and Harry to watch them, the same thought running through each of their heads.
'He's doomed!' Godric though pitying the boy before quickly leaving his side and slipping away.
'I'm doomed!' was Harry's only thought as the dwarf and elf turned to look at him asking where his companion went. 'Damn you Godric!'
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Harry smirked remembering the time he had with those two and Argon. The three of them were like older and less immature Weasley Twins. Harry's smile disappeared at the thought of the twins, who he knew would now be dead. All of the people he knew were now dead, his allies and enemies alike. Harry thought back to what Helga had told him before leaving.
"It's going to be hard, for you. I'm not going to say how many years have passed in the real world, you can find out yourself. I will tell you this, you are not alone. Voldemort took two of his followers with him to immortality, although they have to drink the elixir. You do have at least one ally, but the rest of your friends and family are dead. All that remain are their ancestors. The world is different from when you left it, it has changed for both the better and for the worse. Voldemort got sick of the planet shortly after becoming immortal and left it, searching for other worlds to conquer and destroy. He still occasionally checks on the planet, but for the most part leaves it in the hands of his two most faithful followers, and of course his hand picked dark lord. My only word of advice to you is to treed carefully, Voldemort is revered as a God now, it would be best not to announce your true intentions right away. I and the rest of us wish you luck. Existence rests in your hands."
'I will. I will stop Voldemort's reign. It was foretold in the stars on the day of my birth. I won't let any of you down.' With that thought, Harry got to the floor and began his walk out of Azkaban.
A/N: Second chapter done, and quiet long, the chapters will be as long as I feel, and I just wanted to get this done. I'm sure people could see characters from lord of the rings and final fantasy seven in here, but that isn't the key part, it was just who he went to train with. You won't here of them again except for possibly in collection to his time in training. This is a super Harry, but I will not make him invincible, he can still be injured greatly and even killed, it will be hard to kill him however. The thing with the white and black magic is mainly elemental magic, though every time it's used comes with a price, and healing magic, which also comes with a price, so no he won't be using those powers often, only in dire need, except for two of the elementals which are a part of him and therefore take up almost no energy and has almost no consequences. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please read and review.