CHAPTER THREE

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be


I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on...

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

(White Flag: Dido)

(One year later in Morioka, Japan)

Harry awoke with a start. He was bundled up in his sheets, drenched in a cold sweat, shivering. He had just had a dream- Voldemort was going to attack Hogwarts on Halloween. Not just Death Eaters, Voldemort himself was going, considering it the final showdown. He had to tell the taisho.

Harry looked at his watch. Four o'clock, it read. He could tell the taisho at a more suitable hour. He got up and dressed in simple black pants and a singlet. His weapons hung on the wall behind him. Three different swords, throwing knifes, daggers, and a bow and arrow lined the back wall of his room.

Harry was a samurai warrior- not the muggle kind, they all died out. No, he was a part of an elite group of assassins, sworn to protect the magical world. He was trained to fight with weapons and magic ad was an expert in hand-to-hand combat. Harry could perform any spell wandless and soundlessly with ease, teleport himself anywhere in the world, regardless of wards, and turn into his favourite animal, a wolf.

He wandered outside, barefoot and began his training- run to the top of the mountain, push ups, it ups, chin ups, weapons training, run back down the mountain, eat breakfast, go to the building at the edge of the village to learn beyond NEWT level work. Such had been his routine for the past twelve months.

About an hour later Harry returned, sweating only slightly and not tired in the least. He greeted his neighbours as he passed and politely declined the offers to 'come in and have some tea', making his way back to his foster family.

They had taken him in when he arrived, bruised and beaten, barely conscious. He had been returned to normal health and continued to live with them to this day. Taka, the mother of Magojiro and Higen, wife of Hirotoro, waved him over and they all sat down to breakfast.

After he had eaten and showered, Harry dressed and went to the village leaders, telling them of the dream he had. They knew about his connection to Tom Riddle and they left the room to decide on a course of action. It was their duty to protect the castle and send their best warriors to do it.

"Harry we have decided that Samara will go," spoke the taisho. He had adopted her five years ago and she was skilled with muggle guns and pistols. Harry had been expecting it to be her, what he had not expected, however, was what they said next.

"You will go as well." Harry's jaw dropped and he quickly snapped it shut. They thought he was one of the best? They thought he should go? What is it with barmy old men and their crazy suggestions? Dumbledore I could understand but now the council? He ended his train of thought when the taisho began to speak again.

"We believe you are ready to go back. They will need you in this war," he said with a small smile on his face. They all knew that the young man had fallen in love back in England and couldn't wait to see him happy again. Harry missed Hermione dearly. Without hesitation he accepted and went to pack his possessions.

Harry went and prepared Ujio, his horse. He stood tall and proud, with a brilliant black coat and blood red eyes. He had been a birthday present from Taka and Hirotoro.

When all his stuff was ready Harry went to the town square and met up with Samara. They said a goodbye to all the people assembled, promising to visit and without another word, both melted into the darkness.

When Harry straightened up and looked around his heart soared. He was finally back at Hogwarts. Then yelling was heard from what he knew was the Great Hall. Silently both the soldiers made their way up to the huge castle. What they saw, peeking through giant windows was a bushy haired girl glaring at a lanky redheaded boy, both with unadulterated hate in their eyes.

Ron said something and through the thick walls Harry barely heard what it was, but he got the message anyway.

"What's the matter Mudblood? Miss your psychotic pal?" he sneered. Hermione felt her blood boil. Ron had just insulted Harry. The one who had saved his pathetic ass more times than she could count. The one, who had defended them, put his life in danger for them, the one she loved. She stood and quickly crossed the hall and before he could react had slapped Ron hard across the face, leaving a bog red handprint.

"How dare you touch me," he hissed and began moving towards the end of the table, striding forward raising his hand. Hermione knew he had no problem hitting a girl and did so on occasion. But before he could do anything Ginny Weasley stood up and slapped him across the other side of his face.

"How dare you," the smaller redhead seethed. Ron's face was going redder every minute and Harry was just about to smash through the window and pummel the redhead himself. He didn't care that he had insulted him but he was about to hit Hermione! Samara had to use all her strength to restrain the extremely angry teen.

Thankfully, a distraction came in the form of hooded Death Eaters who she quickly pointed out. Samara nodded to Harry and he moved quickly, vanishing and reappearing behind the group of scouts, and silently moved towards the crowd of Death Eaters.

Sparing a glance at the Great Hall, he saw Ron raise his hand again and Harry quickly pounded his fists on the ground, resulting in a great explosion. He got the reactions he wanted. Ron quickly lowered is arm, the teachers and some old DA members rushed outside and the Death Eaters saw him, moving into action, surrounding him.

Lightning fast Harry began to kick and punch, moving around the circle, adding magic to strengthen the blows. Samara sat back and let him do it himself, it was dangerous to get in his way.

The teachers ran outside, wands at the ready, not aware they were being followed by Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Dean, Seamus and Colin. When the smoke and dust from the explosion cleared, what they saw simply dumbfounded them. A lone figure was fighting of twenty Death Eaters, another standing off to the side. But that was not what surprised them. What surprised all those present was that that single person, fighting only with his fists, was winning.