The Way of the Warrior

By: Cubster

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Movie King Arthur. That credit goes elsewhere

The day after Harry awoke; he and Tristan went outside so Harry could get his first breath of fresh air since last month. The walk was silent but it was not awkward, Harry was content with just enjoying the sunlight on him and Tristan did not have anything to say. They walked by the lake towards the Quidditch Pitch where Harry began to tell Tristan the rules of the game and each position.

Harry then went on to tell Tristan how he had been selected to be on the Gryffindor team his first year. "There is this boy in my year named Draco Malfoy; he is a Slytherin and a bad one at that. He feels that since his father is rich that he owns the school. He is also a pure blood and he believes that those of pure blood are above those who are not.

Well one of the first days here, we had a flying lesson, another boy in my year and in Gryffindor house named Neville Longbottom. He lost control of his broom and broke his wrist. During this time, he lost an object known as a Remembrall a magical device that helps you remember something you forgot. Well Malfoy found it lying in the grass and was going to hide it from Neville but I told him to give it to me.

Well Malfoy got on his broom and challenged me to get it from him. Well after a little bit, he chickened out and threw the remembrall as hard as he could in the air. I chased after it and caught it. Professor McGonagall saw this and put me on the team."

As Harry spoke Tristan made sure to play close attention, "You are a loyal friend." Tristan simply said and Harry smiled in reply. Tristan then began to tell Harry of when he first got his Hawk Solana. I found her egg below the nest but her mother had abandoned her, I kept the egg alive until it hatched and the rest of it is easy to figure out."

They traded stories all morning and well through the afternoon missing both breakfast and lunch but neither cared. Then the stories became a little touchier as the day went. "Tell me of Snape." Tristan said as they made their last round across the grounds.

Harry's face went from a cheerful smile to a scowl at the mention of Snape. "He has put me through hell since the first day I got to this school. It is all because my father gave him a hard time during their school days and Snape still thinks I am my father. He is a biased man, treats any student except his own badly and condones cheating and bullying from his house. Dumbledore trusts him to this day but I do not. I know that he is still a Death Eater and nothing can change my mind about that. My two best friends seem to have this habit of thinking that Dumbledore is infallible.

Dumbledore is wise and very powerful but he does make mistakes and I think that trusting Snape in any shape or form is a rather large one." Tristan could not help but silently agree with Harry about Snape, there was something malicious about him that he could not look over. He did not say this aloud but he would be keeping a very close eye on Severus Snape as long as he was at this school.

Harry then looked up at Tristan "Did you ever know your parents Tristan?" Harry asked as they walked up the trail towards the front doors of the school.

"Yes I did know my parents, I do not know what happened to them during the last fifteen years but they were good people. I was taken from my family when I was sixteen winters old. So according to what you call years I am around thirty-one years old. I did know them but I cannot remember them that well after fifteen years of nothing but war and killing."

Tristan looked down at Harry "What of you? Any people you can call parents besides those Dursleys?"

Harry looked down at the ground "My Godfather Sirius was the closest thing to a father I have ever had. He was a great man and because of my foolishness, he died last month. I loved him like a father, but I got him killed."

Tristan did not say a thing for a moment before saying "I have been told about your battle at the ministry. You did what you felt was right, there is no foolishness in that. What of Remus Lupin?"

"I never connected with him as well as I did Sirius but Professor Lupin has done so much for me that he is family to me."

Tristan nodded and the rest of the walk to the castle was silent. They went straight to the Great Hall to get their first meal of the day. Tristan sat in his usual seat with Harry sitting on the other side of Dumbledore.

Tristan piled as much food as he could on his plate then turned to talk to Professor Flitwick. "Tell me of the Forbidden Forest." Tristan said as he took a chunk out of a piece of lamb.

Professor Flitwick almost spit out his drink in surprise but was able to keep the liquid in his mouth. "The forest is a nasty place with many dangerous creatures. There are some very pure creatures in it as well but it is rare to find one. It is a maze in there and only Hagrid our Care of Magical creatures' professor will ever go into it willingly." Squeaked out the tiny professor but then added "Well Hagrid and Mr. Potter over there."

Harry blushed as most of the table laughed except for Severus and Tristan for two different reasons. However, the friendly atmosphere quickly dissipated when Dumbledore stood up and alerted the staff. "There is an attack at the Bell residence we must get their as soon as possible."

At this announcement Professor Vector, Sinistra, and Harry stood up but Dumbledore looked to him immediately "You are in no condition to fight Harry. Tristan however I wish for you to come along and show you what you are now dealing with."

Tristan stood up and Dumbledore summoned his armor and weapons. "Hurry and equip yourself Tristan time is of the essence."

Tristan quickly suited himself up and strapped his sword and quiver to his back while he put his bow on his shoulder. Dumbledore then held out a pendant with a gold bird on it and Tristan put his hand on it as well as Professor Vector and Sinistra. They were all soon pulled away and landed on a hillside over looking a manor that was smoking.

"Quickly the rest of the Order is already down their fighting. Tristan, all those in masks and black robes are the ones to target. Also, specifically avoid the green spells."

Dumbledore quickly ventured towards the Bell Manor with Vector and Sinistra following. Tristan however, stayed where he was and calmly took his bow into hand and pulled an arrow out of his quiver. He stood solidly on the hill looking for his target. He saw an array of lights flying through the air down below him in the dusk. He did not have long before he would have to go in with his sword. He looked for a clear shot and found a group of Death Eaters taking cover behind a boulder.

This boulder offered protection from the spells that Dumbledore and his warriors were casting but not from him. He quickly notched his arrow and slowly aimed towards the small group of Death Eaters. When he had his target marked he let the arrow fly into the air. He watched as his arrow sailed through the air and finally hit his target in the throat. With one kill, Tristan fell into rhythm and he notched another arrow and let this one fly as well.

He killed off as many arrows as he could before the Death Eaters were completely shrouded by the dark. He fired off one last arrow before leaving his bow beside the portkey and he slowly walked down the hill towards the battle "They never fired one spell towards me. How do they pose as a threat?" Tristan though but soon after that thought a dark purple light shot towards him and missed by only a foot. "Spoke too soon," he thought.

Tristan ducked under another spell and he began to quicken his pace, as he got closer to the battle he unsheathed his sword and held it out to his side. He saw a Death Eater face him and raise his wand about to fire a curse at him, Tristan was not worried however, he sidestepped the spell cast at him and he lunged forward slashing horizontally across the Death Eater's chest.

Tristan then began battling a second Death Eater who was smart enough to keep his distance. Tristan though; pulled out his dagger and threw it hard at the Death Eater's throat, however; a curse flew just inches above his head and he only hit his shoulder. This was enough however, the moment he struck the Death Eater's shoulder, he dropped his wand and Tristan charged forward quickly decapitating him.

A Death Eater to his left had completely disregard magic and attempted to tackle Tristan to the ground. The Death Eater was hunched over with his hand sticking out at his sides to wrap around Tristan's waist. This man was very slow and fat and did not pose as a threat at all without magic. Tristan waited for him to come, he did not move until the he was almost within the Death Eaters reach. Tristan twirled to his left raising his sword above him as we went, when the Death Eater ran passed him Tristan brought down his sword onto the Death Eaters back then pulling his sword backwards. Blood sprayed out from the quick slash and the Death Eater screamed in pain as he fell to the ground in a heap.

Tristan silenced him quickly when he stabbed his sword into his throat, the last sound the Death Eater was a bloody cough and a gurgle before going limp. "Magic is the only weapon you all have against me, why throw yourself at death." Tristan muttered as two more Death Eaters repeated the first ones lead to tackle him.

Tristan took two steps and swung horizontally cutting into both masks of the Death Eaters. They both cried out in agony before joining their fellow Death Eaters in hell, Tristan slashed across once more decapitating them both cleanly.

The Death Eaters did not know what to do about the man in armor who wielded a sword. One man could not hit him and if more tried to, Aurors or order members mowed them down in a volley of spells.

Some Death Eaters began to run away out from the battlefield, trying to cast spells over their shoulders as they went. Soon the battle was completely over when the rest of the Death Eaters apparate away. Many of the Aurors and order members cheered at the victory but Tristan did not. He walked closer to the burning manor they had to put that fire out. Then he heard a scream from inside and he quickly signaled Dumbledore over. "There is a girl stuck there," he told Dumbledore.

Dumbledore did not waste any time, he raised his wand out in front of him and concentrated hard before casting out an incantation with a complicated motion of his wand "Subsisto is incendia of nex per unda vita." A blue jet of light shot out from Dumbledore's wand, when Tristan looked closer he saw that it was water that was shooting out from his wand.

The entire manor was engulfed inside the jet stream of water and light, everyone on the battlefield just stared as it put out the flames that had begun to destroy the house from the inside out. "This is the only magic that should ever be used in this world." Tristan thought as he saw the water and light finally dissipate.

Tristan then walked into the house straining his ears to find the source of the screams. He saw that even though Dumbledore's spell put out the flames, there was still a large amount of damage done to the manor. Much of the furniture in the house as well as any portraits on the walls were gone. The ceiling, walls, and floor were all blackened and charred. When the screams led Tristan to the stairs we was hesitant to try to walk up them. He blew caution to the wind and quickly ran up the stairs to keep as much weight as possible off the stairs. He made it up the stairwell without them breaking on him and he moved down the hallway where he heard the screaming.

He finally made it to the door where behind it he could clearly hear the girl crying. He kicked down the door and ducked as a spell flew at him. "Wait." Tristan said when he saw that a girl in the corner of room was the one who cast the spell.

She had tear stains covering her face and he saw why when he saw that in another corner of the room were two bodies, one of a man and the other of a woman. He slowly walked over to the girl; he noticed she was around Harry's age perhaps a little older. "I am here to help you, there is nothing else here, come with me." He told her as he kneeled down in front of her and held out his hand to her.

She shakily reached out her hand and took his in it; he gently pulled her up and then lifted her in his arms. He slowly made his way back through the house, once again trying to keep as much weight off the stairs as possible. When they made it safely outside he set her down on her feet with a woman who had walked over to them, he went over to Dumbledore.

"How many members in the family?"

"Three."

"Daughter survived but it seems as though Death Eaters got to her parents before they retreated. I can't explain how she survived though; you'll need to ask her later."

Dumbledore nodded and went over to the last member of the Bell family. Tristan went over to a woman who was binding one of the surviving Death Eaters. He circled around until he could see her face. She had long black hair and hazel eyes, she had an aristocratic face but she looked very angry as she bound the Death Eater.

When she finished she stood up and he noticed that she carried herself with a sense of pride but he could sense she was only like this on the battlefield. "How many other captives?" Tristan asked, she was about to go to another group of people but stopped when he heard him.

"I am not sure, at least one," she said pointing to the Death Eater at their feet. "Did you manage bring any into captivity?"

"It's not my duty to take prisoners, I have been ordered to kill so I will do so."

The woman looked him over for a moment before smiling, "Nice armor, the name's Tonks."

"Tristan," he replied, they took several seconds to stare each other down before Tonks' smile grew and her hair color turned blue.

When Tristan saw this he raised his eyebrow, this shocked Tonks. "I've never seen anyone not be so unaffected when I changed any part of my appearance."

"I don't show my emotions too often Tonks, I believe it to be a weakness."

Tonks frowned but said nothing; she was like an open book when it came to showing what she was feeling. "Are you a member of the Order?" Tonks asked as she grabbed the Death Eater at their feet by the hood of his robe and began dragging him to a group of people not far from where they stood.

"No, I am here for other reasons." Tristan said as he walked side by side with Tonks, he then reached down and grabbed part of the hood and helped Tonks drag the prisoner. "So why wear the armor?" Tonks asked as they finished dragging the prisoner and were left to their own devices.

"Dumbledore will probably explain to anyone who is a member of his order but for now I will tell you that I am not from around here." Tristan could not help but chuckle at his own joke, Tonks smiled when she saw this.

"Well we now see that you do show emotion, you don't have to always hide your emotions you know, it's not healthy to keep everything hidden."

"You're not the first person to tell me this; Dumbledore has also told me this. When I was young I made sure that no one could ever have the satisfaction of affecting me in any negative way."

"I don't know how you do, since he doesn't hide his emotions at all, actually he does the exact opposite of hiding it, but you remind me of a boy named Harry."

Tristan trying to figure out what she just said through that confusing sentence was silent for a moment before figuring out what she meant.

"I have already met Harry, he is the reason I am here."

Before Tonks could ask any other questions they were joined by Dumbledore. "Tonks its time for a debriefing at Head Quarters, bring Tristan with you I will be there in fifteen minutes when I have finished everything here." Dumbledore said to Tonks, then he looked to Tristan and handed him a slip of paper "Read this when you get there and then destroy it anyway you can. Oh and that girl you saved, she will be at Hogwarts when you return." Dumbledore left at that walking away to talk to a few men and women on the other side of the battlefield.

Tristan then looked to Tonks who held out an amulet pendant that looked the same as Dumbledore's. He took a hold of it with Tonks and they felt the familiar pull behind their naval before they landed on a sidewalk in between two houses.

Tonks looked to Tristan and smiled "Well go on and read the paper so we can get a move on it Mr. Knight." She said jokingly, Tristan smiled at her as he unfolded the slip of paper and looked at it.

"Thank goodness Arthur made us learn to read." Tristan muttered before reading it "The Head Quarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at number twelve Grimmauld Place" After he read it he saw before his very eyes a house materialize out of thin air. He looked at Tonks questioningly.

"The Fidelius Charm, it hides anything you want in plain sight."

"The same charm that the Potters were hiding under" Tristan said before walking up towards the house and to the front door.

Tonks walked up beside him and opened the door; they no longer knocked or rang the doorbell since it always woke up Mrs. Black's portrait. "Welcome to the Old and Most Noble House of Black, horrid place if you ask me."

Tristan could not help but agree, it was dark and gloomy, and it was a very uninviting place. He heard a crash and a thud beside him and saw that Tonks had fallen over and onto a table near the foyer. Then he heard a loud wailing and screeching from a wall ahead of him. "FILTHY BLOOD TRAITORS AND MUDBLOODS, HORRID HALF BREEDS, HOW DARE YOU DESECRATE THE MOST NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK WITH YOUR FILTH." Tonks rushed over to the wall and Tristan noticed that it was a painting of an old woman yelling all these insults. "Hurry help me close these curtains," Tonks said over the yelling as she attempted to pull the left curtain over the portrait.

"Why not just get rid of her?" Tristan asked as he looked closely at the painting, ignoring all the obscenities being thrown at him.

"We can't there is a permanent sticking charm on the back of it and we cannot get if off the wall." Tonks told him, Tristan shook his head and pulled out his sword and held it up.

"You all rely too much on magic." With that said Tristan twirled his blade once before stabbing it straight into the heart of the woman in the portrait.

The screech heard through the house was nothing short of Demonic. Tristan quickly pulled his sword out then slashed down wards slicing the portrait in half. "You don't have to get the anything to disappear to get rid of it." Tristan then pulled the curtains over the portrait and looked behind him.

About twenty people were surrounding him; he saw the majority of them had flaming red hair and freckles. The whole group had ranged expressions from respect, relief, and joy, to shock, fear, and suspicion. Tristan turned away from them to look at Tonks "Where to now?"

She smiled and led him down the stairs and into the basement kitchen. "This is where we conduct our meetings. I am thinking you will be offered to be inducted tonight since you're here for Harry."

Tristan nodded and they both sat down at the table waiting for Dumbledore and the rest of the order to arrive. "So how old are you Tristan?" Tonks asked trying to engage a conversation with him.

"Thirty-one"

"Where are you from," she asked.

"All will be told in just a few moments Miss. Tonks, but for now lets begin our meeting. " Everyone took a seat around the table and they all stared at Tristan, who was still in his armor and was covered in blood not his own.

"I see that everyone is interested in our guest here, so I will tell you why he is here. His name is Tristan and he his here to train Harry Potter."

Everyone started speaking loudly trying to get their opinion on this heard, Dumbledore would have none of it though "Quiet down everyone, one at a time."

A plump red haired woman stood up first, "Why does Harry need to be trained to kill, just look at this man, he kills with no regret. I don't think Harry should be taught to be the same. We shouldn't have to worry about Harry being trained; the kids are not involved in the war."

Dumbledore sighed "Molly, I am sorry but Harry is a very large role in this war whether we like it or not. Tristan here is a warrior and kills because that is the way it is done where he is from. Tristan tell everyone here who you are."

Tristan nodded and stood up looking at every face in the room. "I am a Sarmatian Knight of the Hadrian Wall. I have spent the last fifteen years of my life serving the Roman Empire on the Isle of Briton. I am from…" he looked down at Tonks, "I am from Sarmatia fifteen hundreds years in the past.

Everyone was completely silent but all of them looked to Dumbledore for an explanation. So Dumbledore told the Order of the Phoenix how he and Merlin had Tristan brought here to train Harry. He also told the Order why Harry was to be trained to fight in the ways of a knight. When Dumbledore finished his explanation only one person said something and that was Bill Weasley. "Ron is going to be jealous."

AN: Well third chapter is complete and a tad longer than the others. I hope you enjoy it I am satisfied with it. I now have a rhythm with the plot and everything is going to get a lot better I promise and the chapters will get longer as I go hopefully.

I am thinking about switching the POV from Tristan to Harry every once in a while to get a view of both the main characters and to make any romance I put into it flow better. I would like anyone's opinion on this because if I decide to do it, it will probably begin to happen in the next chapter.

I love everyone who gives me their opinion about my story, suggestions are welcome with open arms.