Chapter 3
Enemies Everlasting
"So, what do you think Ron? Should I kill you slowly, or quickly?" Harry asked. Ron just stood there whimpering.
"Harry, don't do it." Ginny suddenly said. "He's not worth it."
"Maybe your right, but maybe not." Harry said smiling menacingly. Harry suddenly, clinched the Muramasa sword tighter, and cut Ron's throat. Just enough to make it bleed and to not hit any major blood points. And to make a scar. Harry's eyes turned from blood red to green again.
"I'll get you back for this." Ron yelled. He started to run, still holding his throat.
"I told you he wasn't worth the effort." Ginny said.
"That's the problem; there was no effort at all. His skin cut like a hot knife through butter." Harry said laughing.
Ginny gave a quick giggle, but quickly stopped. "You still shouldn't have done that." Ginny said with a serious look on her face. "He'll be your enemy till the end of his days; or yours, which ever comes first."
"I don't care; I never liked him in the first place. And I was getting back at him for giving me this scar." Harry said pointing to his face. "And for trying to hurt you." Harry said in an embarrassed voice.
"Do you really care that much about me?" Ginny asked blushing.
"You remind me of my mom." Harry said. "Nah, just kidding."
"Good, that scared me for a second." Ginny said.
"Well, this is your room right?" Harry asked.
"Yes, this is it; well, good night." Ginny said. Ginny walked into her room. Harry just stared after her. Harry started walking towards his room. He reached his room and found that the door was wide open, with the door handle broken off. He walked into the room, not surprised to find the room totally trashed.
"This is just great." Harry said to himself. "I mean, you have to be kidding me."
After about 2 hours of trying to fix the room, he finally went to sleep.
The next morning, Harry woke up at about 10:30 A.M. He woke up to someone banging on his door. Harry got up and went to the door. He opened the door and found Instructor Lupin standing behind the door out of breathe. Lupin had a serious look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"There's been an attack. You better come with me." Lupin said.
"What happened and who was attacked?" Harry asked grabbing Lupin's arm before he could run.
"We don't know what happened, but we do know who was attacked." Lupin said. "It was Ginny."
Harry just stood there shocked. Finally, he came to is senses and ran to the hospital wing.
"No Harry, she's over at Aerith's dormitory." Lupin yelled to Harry. Harry stopped and quickly turned around, and sprinted the other way.
They got to Aerith's dormitory and swung the door open.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" Everyone yelled. And there was Ginny, Cloud, Aerith, and Vincent. Who, for some reason, Vincent was over in the corner, leaning against the wall, while everyone else was right at the door.
"What's going on?" Harry asked shocked.
"It's your Birthday!" Ginny said excitedly. "And, of course, we're celebrating it."
"How did you know it was my birthday?" Harry asked.
"Well, we just found out." Ginny said. All of them gave a quick glance at Vincent. Harry looked at Vincent surprised.
"Well, open your presents, and than you can blow out your candles." Ginny said excitedly. "Here, open this one first. It's from me."
Ginny gave Harry the present. Harry opened it and found a sweater with a giant H on it. Although Harry didn't really like it, he gave Ginny a big smile. "I think it's…great." Harry said.
After opening a few more presents, Harry had one left. It was a long skinny package. It was from Vincent. Harry opened it quickly, and found a long, Muramasa in the package. Harry just stared at it in shock.
"It has a mythril-edged blade." Vincent said. "It can cut through anything, like a hot knife through butter."
"This is amazing." Harry said staring at Vincent.
"Well, test it out Harry." Cloud said.
Harry took a few swings around the room. It felt really good in his hands.
"Here, swing at this." Vincent said. He pulled out a steel pole and threw it up into the air. Harry sprinted towards it and swung. It split right in half and fell to the ground. Harry didn't even feel the Muramasa hit the pole.
"Whoa…that was amazing." Ginny said. "I didn't even see it cut."
Harry lifted the sword up to his face. It felt very light to him.
"Now, I won't be the one who will teach you to use that sword. I, personally, am not that good at using a sword. The job of teaching you to use the sword will fall on Sephiroth." Vincent said. "Good luck." And with a turn of his cloak, he disappeared.
"That's just like him." Aerith said. "Always trying to be mysterious, but wants to be able to show off."
Harry just stared at the spot that Vincent was at. After about a hour longer of being there, he bid farewell to the others and left. He was thinking about going to Vincent's dormitory to ask him why he gave Harry that sword. But Ginny caught up with him.
"Did you like the party?" Ginny asked excitedly.
"Yeah, it was awesome." Harry said sarcastically.
"I'm glad you liked it." Ginny said, not hearing the hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Did you like my present?"
"Yeah, that was really good too." Harry said.
"Well, I'll see you later." Ginny said. She than turned around and walked away.
"Bye Ginny." Harry said. He kept walking towards his room. When he got there he lay down on his bed and fell right to sleep. He didn't wake up for about 13 more hours and when he did, he felt really excited. He knew he was going to continue his training with Vincent.
When he got there, he wasn't surprised to find Ginny already training with Vincent. BANG! The bullet hit the target perfectly on the bulls-eye.
"Good shot Ginny." Harry said. Ginny turned around and saw Harry there.
"Oh, hey Harry." Ginny said. Ginny gave Harry the rifle. "You give it a try Harry. This time, you're using real bullets."
Harry took the gun, lifted up to aim, and fired a bullet. The bullet, yet again, hit the side of the target.
"Umm, good shot." Ginny said.
"That was pathetic." Vincent said. "I've seen a retarded chimpanzee shoot a gun better."
Ginny giggled quite loudly. "Oh, be quiet. It wasn't that bad." Harry said.
"Oh yes it was. That was one of the worst shots I've ever seen." Ginny said.
"Ok, ok, it was really bad." Harry said.
"Take another shot, and this time don't think, just look right at the bulls-eye and shoot." Vincent said.
Harry raised the gun up again. He concentrated on clearing his mind. "I said don't think." Vincent said. "That's why Ginny is so good. She doesn't think, she just looks and shoots."
Harry raised the gun up again. He didn't think. He just stared at the target. And he pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the target just outside of the bulls-eye.
"Hey, you almost got the bulls-eye this time." Ginny said. "You're definitely getting better at this."
"Ginny's right you know. You're definitely getting better. You've got the makings of a great assassin one day. You learn new things in days when it takes most people years to learn." Vincent.
"Thanks, that really means a lot." Harry said.
"Ok, now I think you're ready to shoot at moving targets." Vincent said. Vincent stomped his foot on the ground. Out of nowhere, 5 targets started moving around every where.
"Give the gun back to Ginny; I want her to get the first shot." Vincent said.
Harry gave Ginny the gun, which she took happily. She aimed at one of the targets, and fired. Yet again, the bullet hit the target right in the bulls-eye.
"As I thought would happen. Ginny, you no longer need to train with me. Your skills are the best their going to be under my training. I want you to start training with Aerith in using magic." Vincent said. "Get going, you'll probably be able to start when you get there."
"Are you really telling me the truth; that I don't have to continue my training here?" Ginny said.
"Yes, I'm telling you the truth. You can be a great sniper assassin one day." Vincent.
"Ok, bye guys. Good luck Harry." Ginny said.
"Good luck to you too." Harry said.
After Ginny left the room, Vincent said. "Now, it's time for us to stop playing around. You will probably never be able to use a gun as well as Ginny does. So we're going to forget about the fire-arms training, and go right to your 'Cover' training."
"What do you mean? I could be able to use a rifle as well as anybody can." Harry said angrily.
"I do not doubt your skill; I doubt that this is the weapon you would prefer to use when trying to assassinate someone." Vincent replied.
"I guess your right." Harry said. "I would much rather prefer to use the sword you gave me."
"That's why I got you that sword. I didn't expect you to want to use guns." Vincent. "Now, enough talk; it's time to start your real training."
"Ok, let's get started." Harry said.
"I want you to picture someone up in the rafters. I want you to picture that they are about to shoot someone you truly love." Vincent said.
Harry pictured a long haired man in the rafters. He had a rifle in his hand. But for some reason, Harry felt like he knew him. He tried to make him out but his face was obscured by his hair. He looked to the left and saw his mother there, looking at him. He looked back up and saw the man aiming at his mother. Harry quickly sprinted over there. But it was too late. The bullet pierced his mom's stomach. She fell to the floor and disappeared.
"You're not concentrating. You have to picture yourself suddenly getting over there and protecting the person you want to protect." Vincent said. "Try one more time and then we're done for the day."
Harry did it again. And yet again he saw the long haired man with a rifle aimed at his mom. He tried to picture himself protecting her, but he was too focused on finding out who was that man. The man shot again. This tie, Harry was a little faster getting there, than he was last time. But the bullet still hit his mother.
"You were closer that time." Vincent said. "That's enough for today. You need to get some rest."
Harry left the room, went to his room, and went straight to sleep. He felt exhausted. As though he had been working all day. But he had a troubled sleep. He kept thinking of that long haired man. He was trying to figure out who it was. He felt as though he knew him personally. He finally went to sleep after about 2 hours of lying in bed.
