A/N: Well, I'm guessing you guys all liked my fight with Voldemort. I dont think anyone can doubt Harry's powers. In this chapter Harry is gonna forge his sword, and then its time for the final showdown, but is that the end....
thanks to everyone who reviewed... once again I remind you, many questions will be answered following the showdown with Voldemort
wolfheartx: you get a billion points... ERISED is DESIRE spelled backwards. you were absolutely correct
Chapter 5: Forging the Avenger Sword
"Be quiet or your going to wake him," a familiar voice said.
"Sorry, so, he used the potion and just fell unconscious?" asked another familiar voice.
"That's what Snape said," replied the first voice. Harry was trying desperately to place the voices. They seemed to be from a past that was no longer a part of him. His head was pounding as it teamed with information. He knew everything. He had compiled every bit of information that every one of his ancestors. That was why he had fallen unconscious. The sudden influx of memories and expiriences had overwhelmed him. His magical power had also increased dramatically. He was slowly waking, but he still couldn't place the voices currently talking to each other near him.
"What d'you reckon that potion did?"
"I don't know. Snape said Harry called it the Draught of Ancestral Power, and Harry put a bone in it. Sounds kind of like a way of channeling the power of his ancestors."
"What good would that do, though?"
"Dumbledore told me that Harry said the he was a direct descendent of Godric Gryffindor."
Then Harry realized who it was talking and he felt anger and resentment surging through him. How could his two former best friends be sitting near him, talking behind his back. The note of concern in their voices had better not be about him. They could not dare to seem to be concerned about Harry. Hermione and Ron, he though they would stand behind him forever. But, they had betrayed him. They knew Harry was incapable of murder when he was but a sixteen year old boy. And now, they dared to be concerned for his wellbeing, when they had not thought twice about sending him to hell. Azkaban would never suck the life and soul from another human as long as Harry lived. The Dementors would never return, Harry had destroyed them.
"What do you two want?" Harry asked icily. Hermione and Ron jumped when he spoke.
"We wanted to know how you were doing," Hermione replied. "Harry, I'm sorry. Dumbledore told me about how you were framed. We should have believed you, but we thought that the Marauder's Map couldn't be hoodwinked."
"Yeah, mate - "
"Don't you dare call me your 'mate.' We are not mates, not after what you did to me. I spent three years in hell because of you, Fudge always said it was your testimony that made it that much easier to throw me into Azkaban for life," yelled Harry.
Ron just looked at him shocked. "Harry, you always told us that the Marauder's Map couldn't be hoodwinked. Harry, I didn't really think that you were capable of murder, but it was Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, and the evidence against you was overwhelming," Ron pleaded with Harry.
"I don't care how much evidence there was against me, you should have never left my side. You are a disgrace to the name Gryffindor. You never deserved to be in the house founded by my ancestors. Now, leave me, I have much to do."
"Harry - "
"LEAVE NOW, BEFORE I LOSE MY PATIENTS WITH THE BOTH OF YOU. YOU DO NOT WANT TO FEEL MY WRATH!" thundered Harry, the castle shaking as his anger burst forth. His friends got up and left, looks of fear on their faces. Harry felt a little guilty deep down in side, but forced the feeling down, he had no busy feeling guilty for yelling at them. They had turned their backs on him, if anything they should be guilty.
Well, he didn't have time to think about it now. He needed to seek out the sword maker. Japan was far away though and he knew apparating that far at once would drain him. He knew exactly where to go, and would be leaving soon.
"Ah, you're awake Harry," said Dumbledore. "I thought I felt the castle shaking. I assume you have decided not to forgive Hermione and Ron, then."
"What do you care? I must be on my way anyways, how long was I out?" asked Harry.
"One day," replied Dumbledore. "How long will you be gone?"
"I will return in two days time, that's when I will seek out and destroy Voldemort," Harry answered.
"Where are you going?" asked Dumbledore?
"There is an ancient magical sword smith in Japan. He makes the sharpest kitanas in the world. He will be able to fuse my wand with Godric's sword and work it into a kitana. It is this sword that I must use to destroy the body and spirit of Lord Voldemort."
"Harry, good luck."
"Luck will have nothing to do with it, Dumbledore," Harry said before apparating away to number 12 Grimmauld Place, thinking he would drop in to say bye to Sirius. He walked through the door of the large house that suddenly appeared before him and walked straight into the kitchen where several members of the order were seated. They all sat in awe of Harry. "Where is my godfather?"
"He's upstairs Harry. Top floor." replied Lupin, and without another word, Harry apparated back upstairs.
"Hello Sirius," Harry said.
"Harry?! Is that you?"
"Yes, it is me. I only have time to say hello, I must be off in a minute, better not to stay in one place too long until I kill Voldemort."
"You've really changed, Harry. You're bigger, and you feel powerful."
"I know, that's due to a potion I devised while in Azkaban. I'll tell you about it later, but I have to leave now. In two days, I will return to you, after Voldemort is dead."
"What do you mean Harry? Are you ready to face him."
"I faught him yesterday, and beat him, but I took his wand and released him. I told him he had three days to live, but while I had him unconscious from the stunner I hit him with, I devled into the deepest reaches of his mind, I know everything he has to throw at me. He doesn't stand a chance."
"Are you serious? Have you told anyone else?"
"You, Dumbledore, and Voldemort are the only people who know, and it needs to stay that way. I have to leave now, my destiny awaits. I will see you soon Sirius, I know you never believed I was guilty of murder, I thank you for that, once I return, we will both be cleared, and we can live like humans again," Harry said. He then reached into his pocket, and transformed a piece of spare parchment into a portkey. He touched it and counted down, "Three, two, one," and he felt that familiar tug at his navel. He was rushing through space, and the next thing he knew, he was in Japan.
He knew where to go, somehow, and he went directly to the sword smith. The shop was small, but he could feel a magical aura around it.
"Hello traveler, how may I be of service?" asked an ancient looking man.
"I need a sword made. I have a sword, and wand to be fused, I need to be able to do magic with the sword," Harry responded.
"Ahh, excellent, I haven't had much business lately, peaceful times here in Japan."
"I wish I could say the same for England and the rest of Europe. Have you heard of Lord Voldemort?"
"Ahh, yes, a most evil wizard I believe. I heard he was defeated long ago, but we don't recieve much in the way of news in our village."
"Well, he was defeated but now he is back, and I am fated to destoy him, or be destroyed."
"Well, produce the sword, and the wand, I shall make your sword, if it is to be used to destroy evil," the sword smith said. Harry pulled the Sword of Gryffindor out of his pack, and handed it along with his wand to the sword smith.
"When will the sword be ready?" Harry asked.
"A minute, you can sit while you wait."
"Only a minute, I thought it took days to make a sword."
"It does without magic, but a magical sword must be made with magic."
"Well, I guess that makes sense."
"Avenger," Harry said with a smile, as the sword smith handed Harry the sword back. Harry unsheathed his sword, no longer Gryffindor's saber, now it was an long kitana. Harry's hand tingle with magic as he grasped the sword. He then used magic to engrave the word 'Avenger' into the sheath and sword.
"Use it well traveler. Defeat the Dark Lord with this sword, The Avenger Sword."
"I will. This sword shall be the Dark Lords undoing..."
A/N: nice finish eh, left your mouth watering for the next chapter didnt it? ok, i know, you guys want the next chapter, but i didnt like how this chapter ended, so i changed it to repost. Much of it is the same, so if you read it before, skip to the part when hes about to leave 12 grimmauld place.
i PROMISE, the next chapter will be up soon, i hurt my back a few days ago so it hurts to sit in my computer chair, but its getting better, and im working on it as you read.
thanks to everyone who reviewed... once again I remind you, many questions will be answered following the showdown with Voldemort
wolfheartx: you get a billion points... ERISED is DESIRE spelled backwards. you were absolutely correct
Chapter 5: Forging the Avenger Sword
"Be quiet or your going to wake him," a familiar voice said.
"Sorry, so, he used the potion and just fell unconscious?" asked another familiar voice.
"That's what Snape said," replied the first voice. Harry was trying desperately to place the voices. They seemed to be from a past that was no longer a part of him. His head was pounding as it teamed with information. He knew everything. He had compiled every bit of information that every one of his ancestors. That was why he had fallen unconscious. The sudden influx of memories and expiriences had overwhelmed him. His magical power had also increased dramatically. He was slowly waking, but he still couldn't place the voices currently talking to each other near him.
"What d'you reckon that potion did?"
"I don't know. Snape said Harry called it the Draught of Ancestral Power, and Harry put a bone in it. Sounds kind of like a way of channeling the power of his ancestors."
"What good would that do, though?"
"Dumbledore told me that Harry said the he was a direct descendent of Godric Gryffindor."
Then Harry realized who it was talking and he felt anger and resentment surging through him. How could his two former best friends be sitting near him, talking behind his back. The note of concern in their voices had better not be about him. They could not dare to seem to be concerned about Harry. Hermione and Ron, he though they would stand behind him forever. But, they had betrayed him. They knew Harry was incapable of murder when he was but a sixteen year old boy. And now, they dared to be concerned for his wellbeing, when they had not thought twice about sending him to hell. Azkaban would never suck the life and soul from another human as long as Harry lived. The Dementors would never return, Harry had destroyed them.
"What do you two want?" Harry asked icily. Hermione and Ron jumped when he spoke.
"We wanted to know how you were doing," Hermione replied. "Harry, I'm sorry. Dumbledore told me about how you were framed. We should have believed you, but we thought that the Marauder's Map couldn't be hoodwinked."
"Yeah, mate - "
"Don't you dare call me your 'mate.' We are not mates, not after what you did to me. I spent three years in hell because of you, Fudge always said it was your testimony that made it that much easier to throw me into Azkaban for life," yelled Harry.
Ron just looked at him shocked. "Harry, you always told us that the Marauder's Map couldn't be hoodwinked. Harry, I didn't really think that you were capable of murder, but it was Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, and the evidence against you was overwhelming," Ron pleaded with Harry.
"I don't care how much evidence there was against me, you should have never left my side. You are a disgrace to the name Gryffindor. You never deserved to be in the house founded by my ancestors. Now, leave me, I have much to do."
"Harry - "
"LEAVE NOW, BEFORE I LOSE MY PATIENTS WITH THE BOTH OF YOU. YOU DO NOT WANT TO FEEL MY WRATH!" thundered Harry, the castle shaking as his anger burst forth. His friends got up and left, looks of fear on their faces. Harry felt a little guilty deep down in side, but forced the feeling down, he had no busy feeling guilty for yelling at them. They had turned their backs on him, if anything they should be guilty.
Well, he didn't have time to think about it now. He needed to seek out the sword maker. Japan was far away though and he knew apparating that far at once would drain him. He knew exactly where to go, and would be leaving soon.
"Ah, you're awake Harry," said Dumbledore. "I thought I felt the castle shaking. I assume you have decided not to forgive Hermione and Ron, then."
"What do you care? I must be on my way anyways, how long was I out?" asked Harry.
"One day," replied Dumbledore. "How long will you be gone?"
"I will return in two days time, that's when I will seek out and destroy Voldemort," Harry answered.
"Where are you going?" asked Dumbledore?
"There is an ancient magical sword smith in Japan. He makes the sharpest kitanas in the world. He will be able to fuse my wand with Godric's sword and work it into a kitana. It is this sword that I must use to destroy the body and spirit of Lord Voldemort."
"Harry, good luck."
"Luck will have nothing to do with it, Dumbledore," Harry said before apparating away to number 12 Grimmauld Place, thinking he would drop in to say bye to Sirius. He walked through the door of the large house that suddenly appeared before him and walked straight into the kitchen where several members of the order were seated. They all sat in awe of Harry. "Where is my godfather?"
"He's upstairs Harry. Top floor." replied Lupin, and without another word, Harry apparated back upstairs.
"Hello Sirius," Harry said.
"Harry?! Is that you?"
"Yes, it is me. I only have time to say hello, I must be off in a minute, better not to stay in one place too long until I kill Voldemort."
"You've really changed, Harry. You're bigger, and you feel powerful."
"I know, that's due to a potion I devised while in Azkaban. I'll tell you about it later, but I have to leave now. In two days, I will return to you, after Voldemort is dead."
"What do you mean Harry? Are you ready to face him."
"I faught him yesterday, and beat him, but I took his wand and released him. I told him he had three days to live, but while I had him unconscious from the stunner I hit him with, I devled into the deepest reaches of his mind, I know everything he has to throw at me. He doesn't stand a chance."
"Are you serious? Have you told anyone else?"
"You, Dumbledore, and Voldemort are the only people who know, and it needs to stay that way. I have to leave now, my destiny awaits. I will see you soon Sirius, I know you never believed I was guilty of murder, I thank you for that, once I return, we will both be cleared, and we can live like humans again," Harry said. He then reached into his pocket, and transformed a piece of spare parchment into a portkey. He touched it and counted down, "Three, two, one," and he felt that familiar tug at his navel. He was rushing through space, and the next thing he knew, he was in Japan.
He knew where to go, somehow, and he went directly to the sword smith. The shop was small, but he could feel a magical aura around it.
"Hello traveler, how may I be of service?" asked an ancient looking man.
"I need a sword made. I have a sword, and wand to be fused, I need to be able to do magic with the sword," Harry responded.
"Ahh, excellent, I haven't had much business lately, peaceful times here in Japan."
"I wish I could say the same for England and the rest of Europe. Have you heard of Lord Voldemort?"
"Ahh, yes, a most evil wizard I believe. I heard he was defeated long ago, but we don't recieve much in the way of news in our village."
"Well, he was defeated but now he is back, and I am fated to destoy him, or be destroyed."
"Well, produce the sword, and the wand, I shall make your sword, if it is to be used to destroy evil," the sword smith said. Harry pulled the Sword of Gryffindor out of his pack, and handed it along with his wand to the sword smith.
"When will the sword be ready?" Harry asked.
"A minute, you can sit while you wait."
"Only a minute, I thought it took days to make a sword."
"It does without magic, but a magical sword must be made with magic."
"Well, I guess that makes sense."
"Avenger," Harry said with a smile, as the sword smith handed Harry the sword back. Harry unsheathed his sword, no longer Gryffindor's saber, now it was an long kitana. Harry's hand tingle with magic as he grasped the sword. He then used magic to engrave the word 'Avenger' into the sheath and sword.
"Use it well traveler. Defeat the Dark Lord with this sword, The Avenger Sword."
"I will. This sword shall be the Dark Lords undoing..."
A/N: nice finish eh, left your mouth watering for the next chapter didnt it? ok, i know, you guys want the next chapter, but i didnt like how this chapter ended, so i changed it to repost. Much of it is the same, so if you read it before, skip to the part when hes about to leave 12 grimmauld place.
i PROMISE, the next chapter will be up soon, i hurt my back a few days ago so it hurts to sit in my computer chair, but its getting better, and im working on it as you read.