Chapter 7

Help Needed

Almost two years had past for Harry, but in reality only ten months had pasted since Harry had joined the brotherhood of the mage. He had changed considerably in those two years . His body was extremely well muscled, the way he moved showed power and strength mixed with a dancers grace. He flowed from step to step his body always ready for attack. His movements reminded many of a large cat stalking his pray. Always ready.

His physical characteristics weren't the only difference. He now wore the blood red armour of the mage, with a flowing cloak around his shoulders. His hair had grown longer now completely covering his ears. His scar hidden behind his long bangs.

With all of this, the greatest difference were the two sword hilts exposed above both his shoulder blades. Long pummels gleamed in the mourning sun.

Harry sat by a pond, deep within Arthurius's forest haven. His back braced against a large boulder covered in moss. His eyes closed enjoying the tranquility and peace of the forest around him. Although his posture seem relaxed, his subconscious mind still probed the surrounding area for any signs of a threat. His magic so far advanced that he sent tentacle's of power out to sweep the area for evidence of any intrusion's into his blissful sanctuary.

He rested there almost on the brink of sleep, after finally earning a "day off". he had spent most of the night running through the lands of Westhaven, his turn to patrol the surrounding area. His muscles' burned from the exercise, yet the work was welcomed. Building himself to optimum proficiency.

He began to daydream about a curly haired witch, that seemed to occupy his mind every waking hour. It seemed she now owned a space in his sleep as well.

He was awaken with a high pitched scream that tore through his mind. His eyes sprung open with the force of the message being sent at him.

"HARRY, please help……" came Hermione's voice as it died down to nothing. Panic gripped his inside's as a wave of fear shot through the link.

"Hermione…….Hermione it's me" he pleaded within his mind.

"Mione, please answer me…..please" he cried. Still no answer came, he tried once more with no avail. With no response he jumped up and ran through the woods to where Arthurius was relaxing on a huge leather chair reading a book, a small table beside him holding his tea.

"Arthurius, Arthurius I must leave, Hermione needs me" he bellowed as Arthurius came into sight.

Surprised by his pupil's outburst Arthurius quickly stood up, posed in a position of attack.

"Harry what's wrong" he spoke with a stern voice. His eyes glancing all around as if expecting an attack at any moment.

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"Hermione is in trouble, she contacted me telepathically, than I lost her. I must leave" Harry stated with a look of panic. Arthurius had not seen him display so much emotion since he'd met the young Mister Potter, two years ago.

"No Harry, you are not done your training. You cannot leave until your training is complete, your not ready" Arthurius explained in a kind yet stern voice. His stance slackened a little, if you could call it that. His eyes showed the compassion that his stance didn't.

"I must be with her" Harry replied. With that he tried to apparate away only to find a barrier surrounding his ability.

"What……why can't I apparate" Harry growled, descending upon Arthurius with the look of a desperate man."

"I'm sorry Harry, I cannot let you leave. I have invoked the anti-apparition wards that surround Westhaven.

"You What!" Harry shouted.

"Release them at once, Arthurius!" he shouted. His voice quivering with need, tipped slightly with building anger.

"Harry you cannot leave" Arthurius stated with authority. Staring Harry down. Silently warning him with his gaze.

"Please Arthurius, she needs me!" Harry begged, pleading with his hands towards Arthurius.

"I'm sorry Harry, my answer must stand."

Anger boiled inside Harry. He was having difficulty seeing, he clutched at his scar that had started burning from the tremendous array of emotions that were running rampart though his mind. His skin started to heat up, his eyes started to water from this unknown pressure that was building behind them, He shut them tight trying to will the feeling away. His hands started to shake uncontrollably.

Finally as he felt unconsciousness start to take over, his thoughts became clear. His vision restored itself. His mind went completely calm. His hands became still. He slowly opened his eyes and raised them to meet Arthurius's.

He began to notice every detail in the man's eye's, the different shades of blue that made them up. He noticed Arthurius's clothes, every thread seemed to jump out at him. His hair had many shades of brown, interspaced between the shades of gray. Everything was made up of brilliant colours, his vision seemed magnified and clear.

Time seemed to slow down to a crawl. The feelings of anxiety had left, leaving a feeling of complete control. He felt as if he had all the time in the world.

"Release the Wards Arthurius" he stated, his voice no longer sounding as it should. It was deep and full of power.

Arthurius's eyes widened as he stared at Harry in shock. Harry's shoulders had erupted in a light blue flame, spreading along his shoulders down to his elbows. Yet the most intense vision were his eyes themselves. His eyes glowed brightly with blue flames licking out of them. Power radiated off his body.

Fear crept into Arthurius's mind, something he had not experienced in over 50 years. Not since the days of Grindelwald, more specifically Albus Dumbledore.

"If you will not release the wards, so be it" Harry responded. In a blink of an eye he was gone, having apparated without a sound. The wards surrounding Westhaven torn to shreds, wards that had lasted longer then two thousand years. Wards that had been powered by every wizard or witch that had joined the Brotherhood of the Mage, and given a little of there power into protecting there home, destroyed in one moment by a single young man.

"May Merlin help us" whispered Arthurius, the only coherent thought he could muster.