Chapter 4

Harry's Strongest Power

He got up at about 2:30 P.M. He ate breakfast, and then walked straight to Vincent's dormitory. When he got there, he was surprised to Vincent and a man he didn't know there. This man had short black hair, black eyes, was about 6'2 and, rather lengthy.

"Good to see you finally decided to come." Vincent said. "You probably don't know him, but this is Kyoshiro. He's one of the trainers here. He helps train people who, as we say, have split personalities. And I was watching the other day when you were fighting Ron. You completely changed emotionally and physically."

"So you're saying that he's going to train me to stop having this split personality?" Harry said.

"No; I'll be training you to control it and use it to your best strengths." Kyoshiro said. "Of course, you'll start your training after you finish your training with Vincent and Sephiroth. Well, I'd better be off Vincent; I've got another trainee to teach."

Kyoshiro left the room without saying good bye. Harry just looked back at Vincent.

"Well, you were getting a little better as the day went on yesterday. But you're still not doing that good." Vincent.

"What am I doing wrong?" Harry asked.

"Well, first off, you're definitely not focusing." Vincent said.

"Well, I keep thinking of something else." Harry said.

"I've been meaning to ask you; what is it that you see when you imagine protecting someone?" Vincent asked.

"I keep seeing my mom and some guy with long hair up in the rafters about to shoot her." Harry said. "And as hard as I try to focus on protecting my mom, I want to know who the man is. When I look at him, I feel as if I know him."

"Well, usually people with this bloodline imagine something of their own past experiences." Vincent said.

"So, you're saying that, my mom died that way? From a man shooting her?" Harry said.

"Don't you know how your mom died?" Vincent asked.

"No. I never found out. She died when I was really young. And just about 2 days after she died, I came here." Harry said.

"Well, that definitely could be how your mom died, but I might be wrong." Vincent said. "Let's continue on. I want you to do the same thing you did last time, but this time you need to focus harder on protecting your mom than finding out whom that man is."

"Ok, I'll try my best to focus on her." Harry said. Harry yet again imagined his mom there, while the long haired man aimed at her. Harry focused as hard as he could on protecting her. And than, everything went in slow motion. Harry saw the bullet slowly flying towards his mom. He ran over to protect her. The bullet went right through Harry. And then everything went back into regular pace.

"You did it. You were really able to protect your mom that time. You did really well. But don't get cocky. That doesn't mean you will be able to do that every time you try." Vincent said.

"Ok, I understand. But when I was doing it, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Like I was moving 5 times faster than everything and anything else. Harry said.

"Yes, I know. I've done it plenty of times myself." Vincent said. "Now, try again and see if you can do it 2 times in a row."

Harry imagined his mom being there again with the long haired man aiming at her. But this time there was someone new. There was a little girl, over in the corner crying. She was watching the man as he aim at Harry's mom. Harry totally forgot about focusing on protecting his mom. The bullet sailed from the gun and went right through Harry's mom.

"You're not focusing." Vincent said. "Why are you not focusing on protecting your mom?"

"There was someone new." Harry said, the room and Vincent just now coming into focus. "There was a little girl in the corner crying. And I couldn't think. I was just wondering who she was."

"A little girl?" Vincent asked. "Did you have any siblings, any at all?"

"Not any that I can think of. I mean, I'm sure I would have remembered something about a sibling." Harry said. But than suddenly, Harry remembered that girl from the hospital wing. The little girl and the woman had an uncanny resemblance to each other.

"I don't know if this helps, but I do remember a woman coming to the hospital wing when I was there. She somehow knew my name when I had never seen her before." Harry said.

"So a woman out of nowhere, just suddenly comes up to you and starts talking to you, as if she's known you for years? Even though you have never seen her before?" Vincent asked.

"Yeah, that's about exactly right on the dot." Harry said.

"Hmmmmmmm, well, I can't really say I know what actually is going on." Vincent said. "Well, let's continue your training tomorrow. And this time, don't come here at 2:00 P.M. Come around 10:30 A.M."

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow." Harry said.

He walked out of the room and a blade came up right to his throat.

"If you ever try anything like that again, I'll kill you." A voice said. The voice was unmistakable. It was Ron.

Harry looked over towards Ron and the blade drew closer to Harry's throat.

"Don't move." Ron said. "Or I'll give you another little scar on the other side to match the other one."

Harry's eyes again turned into blood red. He was about to draw his sword but Ron grabbed his arm. And in a swift movement he broke Harry's arm. Harry didn't cry or scream but writhed in pain. Harry closed his eyes, and next thing he knew, the blade was lifted from his throat.

"Trying to attack someone before they even know your there, are you?" A voice said.

Harry heard Ron whimper in fear. Harry opened his eyes and saw Sephiroth there with his blade on Ron's throat.

"You know, I really hate it when people do a little sneak attack." Sephiroth said. "Now, pull up your sword, and face your opponent."

Ron did as Sephiroth said. He pulled up his sword and faced Harry. Harry did the same. You could slightly see a purple glow on the blade. Sephiroth moved out of the way and the fight started. Ron struck first by swinging his blade horizontally, but Harry dodged it easily and swung his sword vertically. The blade just barely missed Ron. Ron quickly recovered and did a stabbing motion. Harry used his sword to push Ron's sword away, and did the same move he did last time, but aimed a little to the left. The blade came flying down, lightning fast towards the middle of Ron's head. Ron put up his sword to block it. Harry's blade broke right through Ron's blade. Harry's sword was about to connect with Ron's head, but Sephiroth put his sword in the way. But Sephiroth did it at an angle that the blade didn't break.

"That's enough of that." Sephiroth said. "You both fought well. And I can't wait till I get to train you two."

Harry stared at Ron, while he stared back. Ron saw that Harry's eyes had changed back to green, but still had the same angry look in them. Ron finally left after the two of them glared at each other for another 5 minutes.

"You did pretty well there, for a beginner." Sephiroth said. "But, truthfully, you probably wouldn't have won if it wasn't for that sword of yours. If it wasn't mythril-edged, Ron would have beaten you."

"That's not true. I would have gotten a good hit on him." Harry said angrily.

"No, you wouldn't have. When you attacked, you left yourself wide open to an attack. Ron knew this, that's why he blocked it. If your sword wouldn't have broken through his sword, he would have gotten you."

"Well, I still beat him. And how did you know my sword was a mythril-edged blade?" Harry asked.

"Harry, I am a master of the Muramasa. I can tell what is on your blade, what type of Muramasa you have, and how long you've been using it." Sephiroth said.

"Oh, well I knew you were really good with it, but I didn't know you were that good." Harry said. "I better get going; I have to continue my training with Vincent tomorrow."

Harry walked off towards his room. He went straight to sleep when he hit the pillow. He woke up during the middle of the night. It was about 2:30 A.M. He got out of his bed and walked out his door. There wasn't much light around. It seemed that everyone had already gone to sleep. But he decided to go for a walk because he was restless. He walked up to the top of the school, where there he could see practically everything outside of the school. He just stared in to the dark. This is where he could escape the hustle and bustle of the school. Where he could come up and just think. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him. He whipped around quickly, pulling out his sword at the same time, and cut right through what was there. He felt his sword connect with it. He looked down and saw something pitch black. It was really weird looking. But then he saw that it was a raven. He felt sorry for the bird because it was just flying around, when suddenly a blade just cut right through it. But he felt like there was something weird about it. It looked different from most ravens. He got up and started looking around to see if there was someone or something else in the room. Although he couldn't see that well, he could tell that there was no one else in the room. He looked back down at the raven, but it wasn't there anymore. He looked towards the forest, thinking if somehow the bird survived the blow; it would surely have flown towards the forest. But he couldn't see anything. He left the tower, and walked back to his room. He got there and tried to go to sleep but he was restless. He kept thinking about that raven. He could have sworn it was dead. But he guessed he was wrong. The rest of the night he was thinking about that raven. Wondering where it had come from.