Beta's Note: Well we had a few problems... including but not limited to Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 and World of Warcraft. I have no idea if this version of the chapter is the corrected one or not, there about 4 different verions on my laptop alone and we're two people who read it... So please excuse mistakes, anyway: There's the third chapter.


Chapter 3: Hogwarts

It was the 1st September 1996, 10 o'clock, when a impressive person entered the platform 9 ¾. The person was nearly 6 feet 4 inches tall and the shoulders were broad. A grey coat cloaked his body but you could guess that a bunch of muscles were hidden beneath it. The dark grey hair reached almost to the floor and matched the colour of the coat. The face was half-hidden with hairs and the remaining half didn't reveal anything. The eyes were covered with sunglasses, that reflected the red train. The station was deserted and the stranger went to the train. He chose a compartment and waited.

Not long after the 1st arrival the students came. Laughter rang through the hall, 'hello' and 'hi' were shouted from pupil to pupil. The students were unaware of the guards, who stood all round the place, not so the man in the train. He even recognized some of the guards. There were Tonks and Kingsley, Moody, Bill, Charlie, and some Auror he didn't know. Ah, Professor McGonagall, the cat Harry grinned as he watched his friends running across the platform and jumping into the train at 5 to 11 o'clock, the members of the order at their heels. As they passed his compartment he looked Hermione straight in the eyes, but she looked away after a second to check the opposite compartment for him.

He heard Ron calling, "You think Harry will show up here, when he wasn't seen for two months", then they were gone. It's a bloody shame You are hardly two months on vacation and already they don't trust you anymore He thoughts drifted back to his former travels and a sly smile crossed his face as he remembered Dracos visits and quickly he spoke a little well chosen word and leaned back waiting for the fun to begin. During this he watched the passengers and discovered that he were mustered also with curious looks. Here we goooo Draco Malfoy, behaving like a king, and his stupid fellows went by.

BOOM! Harry opened the doors and found the three on the ground.

"Hey, guys! What's up?", Harry asked innocently, while other student filled the walkway. "C-can't m-move. Too w-weak", Malfoy said slowly. "Sorry, I don't understand that. Did you say, you are to weak to stand?", Harry asked, his smile growing. "Y-Yeah, your fool! Help!", Malfoy tried to sound threatening, but failed totally.

Fits of laughter flew through the wagon. Harry looked around. No other Slytherins were to seen. Perfect "I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. But I got the impression you were commanding me to help you up, aren't you?" "Yesss", Draco sneered from the floor, misjudging Harry's tone, "Are you deaf! Now, move your arse and help me up." Malfoy didn't see Harry's face, whereas everybody else took a step back. "Mr. Malfoy, you didn't realize your situation. You are not in a position to command anybody", warned Harry with blazing eyes. Unable to understand the warning Malfoy went on. "I'm a Malfoy. I can do everything!", he nearly cried. "Okay, you may stand up and go your way", Harry said, smirking and added with a evil grin, "if you are able to do so, which I doubt honestly." Harry returned to his compartment and shut the doors, while 20 students laughed at Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. When Harry had settled again, he thought about his training with the Templars.

Flashback 1st day

"UP! You bunch of loafers! God didn't choose you to sleep, hurry up!", someone shouted and Harry awoke. Sleepy he blinked with the eyes and tried to remember where he was. The cross on the opposite wall made him jump. Like a greased lightning he darted to his clothes, put them on and sprinted after his fellows. As he arrived in the dinner-hall everyone was seated and watched his incoming.

With bowed head he walked towards his place as a brethren roared, "Head high, boy! You dishonour all of us in the way you walk! You are a Templar. You have to show pride! Pride!" Harry's head raised and his gaze met the bawler. Like he had thought, it was Bor van Haag, the fifth voice and his wake up. Surprisingly he didn't find fury, but only coldness in the eyes. Confused he watched the others and saw smirks, grins and smiles. Now completely confused he sat down, while the others started to eat. Malcom, one of the adepts, leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, lad! This is a humane place. Nobody will rip your head off for being late, ... except from van Haag. But he's just a bit ... you know. But he is the best fighter around, you'll see." Not really calmed Harry started to eat. After the breakfast he followed his companions to the training arena. There waited Bor for them. "Listen, adepts. You know the process. I'll take care of our newcomer. Get moving!"

The adepts went to a wall and took one of the weapons. Harry remained where he were, till Bor said, "Are you dumb, boy? Get yourself and me a staff. Go!" Harry jumped into action and returned with two long, wooden staffs and handed one to Bor. The remainder of the noon Bor taught him, how to hold the weapon and the basics of defence and attack.

After lunch Harry rose to follow his lads, but was hold back by Amelia. "Come with me. I'll instruct you in spell-casting in privacy", she said softly. She lead him to a small chamber without furniture and turned around. "Sit down!", she commanded and settled herself on the floor. "Tell me, what do you know about magic?"

End of flashback

A "Finite Incantatum" brought Harry back to reality and he rose to have a look. Pansy Parkinson tried to get Malfoy and his lads back on their feet. Her spell didn't break Harry's symbol of weakness, but the silencing charm someone put on Draco. Instantly he demanded, "Help me up!" "Shut up, idiot!", Pansy snapped, "What the bloody hell do you think I try!" Harry grimaced and expanded the effect of his symbol and with a WAMM Pansy was on the floor, too. "The next time watch your language, Miss Parkinson", Harry advised. Pansy rolled over with last strength and looked into his face somehow horrified. Laughter rang to the walkway again. The crowd assembled one more time to watch the spectacle.

"You are the one, who do this", Pansy stated. "Yes, I'm", Harry responded, slightly amused. "End it", Pansy commanded. "Oh, like I said to Mr. Malfoy, you are not in a position to demand anything. And I enjoy this quite too much to end this soon." Ignoring the curses, he turned towards his compartment, while the crowd introduce Pansy to real humiliation. Harry didn't feel pity. It was revenge, rightful payback. He closed the doors and was barely seated when they opened again. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil stood in the doorframe and gave him admiring smirks. Lavender cleared hear throat and started a bit insecure, "Hm, Sir, hm hm, some of us are asking, hm ..." "who I am?", Harry interrupted helpfully and the both of them nodded. "Someone or anyone, just how you take it." The girls smiled, slightly confused. Parvati caught herself first. "Uhh, do you know Professor Trelawney, Sir?" "Why, yes. Of course I know the famous Seer Trelawney", Harry said. "You do. I didn't even know that she is famous", Parvati continued, affirmed by Harry's reaction. "I'm a former student of her and lets say she influenced my life a bit", Harry produced, while hiding his bitterness and amusement. "Ah, you know, at the end of the last term something strange happened. We visit her to say 'Good bye' when she spoke in a mystic voice. She said: The old power has to fail

A new shall find the way

The lost will return changed

A man of valour unleashed

A child beyond his age, a man

Must bring the end

His magic is holy

He self is lonely

Powers of primordial times

Driven by drums and whips

Defeat and victory are close

When two are on a loose

The evil is banished

If the Dark Lord is vanquished.

I do not claim that I understand everything, mister, but your magic seems to be so different and you look so, uh, I assume this may interest you", Parvati told him, not realizing the impact of such a message. Harry's mind raced. Another prophecy Lord stand by my side

"Indeed, a interesting tale, Miss Patil, but my trust in prophecies faded with the time. Miss Trelawney saw my death about a thousand times" Shit, Harry assured her with a winning smile, while he could slap his self for his slip. "Sir, how do you know her name?", inquired Lavender. Shit He cast a spell quickly and commanded, "Go". After the two girls were gone he sat down and slapped himself, not hard of course. The Templar didn't practise castigation. They believed that God will punish the faults of the humans.

Harry was lost in thoughts when the train arrived in Hogwarts and he stood up automatically. When he stepped out of his compartment, he tripped over Pansy. With a simple word he lifted the symbol of weakness from the wall and walked further, before his victims were aware of him. The sky was dark and the wind blazed from north over Hogsmeade. Harry heard Hagrid and his familiar booming voice. He saw his friends as they went towards the green keeper. Hagrid's words sounded to Harry, "'ey you, anythin' new about Harry?" He didn't listen to the answer, but marched along the way to Hogwarts. When he arrived everyone had to be in the hall, but he was to be disappointed.

"Hey, you! Show me your face to let me know, which house I have to dock points", a harsh voice snarled when he entered the portal.

Slowly Harry turned to his left to face the wand of the potion teacher. "Professor Snape, good evening. Please, put your wand away or you force me to make you so", Harry said from beneath his hood.

"Obvious you are no student. Be so kind and show me your face. I want to see, who I curse to the next millennium", Snape sneered.

"As you wish." Harry raised his hand and commanded, "Drop!" Snapes fingers snapped free and his wand fell to the floor. Snapes icy gaze met Harry's eyes and Snape insisted, "Who are you?" "You guessed wrong. I'm a student of this school, at least the next two hours. Now, be so kind to tell the headmaster to meet me in his office after the feast."

"Potter!", spat a baffled Snape. "How do you know it was me, Professor?" Harry lifted his hood and brushed the hair away.

Snapes lips curled as he answered, "Potter, you are the one, who is impudent enough to behave this way and the only, who could master wandless magic in such a short time. I will deliver your message."

"Join us if you like", Harry offered surprised, by himself. Snape bowed and walked to the great hall. Harry paused a few moments longer before heading to Dumbledore's office.

When he arrived at the gargoyle he simply instructed "Open" and the gargoyle obeyed. He entered the office and faced the same room like two months ago. All things he had destroyed in his smashing session where whole again and on their places, only Fawkes was not on his perch. He seated his self in a chair and waited.

During this he dwelled in the past occasions when he had been here. Suddenly the door-wings flew open and the headmaster, accompanied by Snape and McGonagall, burst into the room. "Harry, what a pleasure to see you again", the old wizard exclaimed. Harry rose from his chair and shook the presented hand cordial. "It is good to see you, too. I'm sorry that I didn't send a message." Harry was somehow relieved.

"No, no, Harry. It was in order. Welcome back."

McGonagall took a step forward and shook Harry's hand. "Welcome back, Harry. We all were very worried about your disappearance, except of old Severus here", she said with a glance towards the dumbfounded potion master. To prove the opposite Snape grabbed Harry's hand and shook it vehemently. "Welcome back, Potter, a second time." Harry get scared. A happy Snape is strange A Snape, who is happy about my return is terrifying Harry shrugged with his mental shoulders Maybe he had feared, that he can't dock so much points from Gryffindor when I am not around "Thank you, thank you, thank you", Harry said and bowed towards the professors, "I assume we have to talk."

"Indeed Harry. Please take a seat. Lemon drop, anyone? No? Tea, maybe?" When everyone had take a chair, Harry announced,

"You first, Professor Dumbledore." "As you wish Harry, but I am afraid, that I don't have to tell much. At the third day of July Arthur sent a owl with the note that you didn't contact him or another member. I visit the Dursleys and learned that you turned into thin air. I searched your room but find nothing, except of a envelope with the symbol of a muggle sect. Your wand was missing, but no signs of a fight. I returned to Grimmauld Place and told the order what I found out. We searched franticly, but nothing about your whereabouts', we only knew that neither the ministry nor the Deatheaters captured you. Voldemort remained inactive. His followers are still imprisoned. There were a few Dementors' attacks but nothing threatening. Now you are rejoined us, we can begin to train you", the old man told hopefully.

"I claim this isn't needed anymore. He can perform wandless magic and break my mental shields with ease", Snape contributed.

Harry, who had not move a muscle during the narration, glared at Snape with mistrust. "And again you are wrong. I am not able to perform wandless magic the way you assume I can nor can I break your shields with ease", Harry reprimanded the spy. "But... ", Snape started but was cut short by Harry. "Let me explain. I didn't use normal, arcane, magic to disarm you, but divine magic." The adults frowned and Harry sighed. "Even with a wand I couldn't cast a simple Protego-Charm." "In fact the Protego is a quite complex spell... ", McGonagall started but was stopped by Harry's annoyed gaze. "I think it is the best I start at the beginning. When I got home I fell asleep within a second. When I woke up I found a letter from the Templars and they are not a simple muggle sect. They are powerful, comparable to the Order of the Phoenix at the peak of power. They offered a pact. They train me and allow my return in this world, when I serve them for a live-time. I agreed and was trained in hand-to-hand combat, weapon fighting and divine magic. Yesterday was my initiation ritual. Now I am executer of the noble brotherhood of the Templar. My time here is limited. I will hunt down as much Deatheaters as I can and then join my brothers to complete my education. Hereby I cancel my contract with the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I ask you to keep my come back a secret, my friends will find it out soon enough", explained he. "How should they know?", questioned Snape.

"I had some fun with Mister Malfoy and attracted a bit of attention. Miss Brown and Miss Patil visited me and told me something very interesting. I was a bit ... lax and said a few things, that better remained unspoken. These girls are not the smartest, but when they should tell it Hermione, my secret is lifted." "Shall I oblivate them", asked Snape, gleeful.

"No, no. If they find it out, tell them I enjoy a special education. That will do it. May I ask for room to rest?", answered Harry. "Of course. Dobby! 'Plop' Please prepare a room for our guest. 'Plop' So, Harry. You said something about an interesting part of your conversation with your former fellows. What was it?", Dumbledore wanted to know. "Oh, nothing of your business, Sir", Harry replied, dryly.

"We have another problem. Till now we are the only ones, who knew that you were not there, where you were supposed to be. Tomorrow the whole school will know that you are missing", McGonagall mentioned. "Indeed, Minerva", Dumbledore agreed, looking pensive, "Do you have an idea, Harry?"

"Declare that I declined to come back to Hogwarts, because of my grief about Sirius and that I am still stay by my relatives", Harry said without hesitation. "This will put your uncle and aunt in a dangerous situation", the headmaster warned after a few moments. Harry shrugged with his shoulders. "No more than they are anyway." He rose from his seat and wished a good night.