WUJU! After so much waiting, it's finally the first of the month!

AND WE HAVE A NEW CHAPTER!

*Imaginary cheer* *Engraved applause* *More imaginary cheers* *More imaginary cheers*

Yes, yes, I'm excited too, but first I'd like to make a small announcement:

As you all may have noticed, English is not my native language. And while I use a pretty good translator, it's clearly not perfect. Many, many, many thanks to all the people who pointed out errors in spelling or grammar that I had no idea there were in the translation. I really appreciate that you took the time to read my story, and don't worry, that's why the following is coming:

I am officially looking for a "Beta Reader". That is, a person to whom I can pass the translated document before uploading it to the net and can clean and/or correct any grammatical or spelling errors that may be present. The Beta package comes with multiple benefits: you will be able to read the chapters before anyone else. You'll be mentioned in the author's notes with a huge thank you. And if you call within the next fifteen minutes you will receive a nice sleeve on the occasion of your OTP n_n (hahaha sorry, I couldn't resist).

But yes, guys and girls, I want to bring you a quality story that everyone can really enjoy and for that I need the help of someone who really masters the language. And since the updates are every month, and I have the fic way ahead of schedule in Spanish, there really wouldn't be any need to worry about time. So... PLEASE! HELP! I NEED A BETA!

(And while we're at it, also one for French, Portuguese and Italian... Hehehehe... What? I'm ambitious n_n)

Now, with that ready, let's go to the next chapter!

Chapter 2:

"I hate monkeys-why do you get in my training?"

That morning all the copies of The Prophet were never placed in the ententes or even some arrived at the stalls. Crowds of magicians from all over the continent were crowding together to take a copy or two. All eager to read the new report by the Prophet's star reporter:

"...Harry Potter, our brave little hero, who only five years ago took over our world by mysteriously defeating the most evil dark wizard of our times, is now back in the news. This morning, after raising the magic alerts placed around his house in Little Lingue, Surrey a special team of camouflaged dawn as the so-called "Policemen", the Muggle forces of authority, confirmed the disappearance of the famous infant.

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, and current Hogwarts director Albus Dumbledore, have refused to comment on the matter. However, our reliable sources assure us that in the rubble of the residence, traces of residual magic could be detected. Probably the product of one of the very common uses of unconscious magic in minors.

However, this information only opens the door to many other questions, what kind of spontaneous magic makes half the house disappear? What kind of unrestrained or unstable emotions could have given rise to such an event? Was it anger? Was it fear? Is it related to the rumors of possible abuse that little Harry was victim of? Why was the epicenter under the stairs?

Many thought that Dumbledore's decision to leave the child who lived with his Muggle-blood family was perhaps not the best thing, but is it confirmation of those fears?

However, although contacting family has been difficult, I will continue to work to always bring the truth to light. For the time being, we raise our prayers for the repose of the soul of our young savior? "

-That ostentatious harpy... -Minerva McGonagall had always considered herself a strict but patient woman. But it was difficult to keep her temper after reading the lies and all the gobbledygook printed in ink. I just fold the newspaper and leave it on the table. As much as it irritated her, she had to stay there, in her office, and wait for the old director to return with news. He could not believe it. Little Harry, whom I hadn't seen since that night five years ago, had really... No, I couldn't even think about it.

And so it was for each and every member of the order, gathered in the principal's office. All anxious, expectant but definitely none prepared to hear the answer:

-Disappeared," Hagrid repeated incredulously.

-The old director, sitting in his chair behind the desk, looked even older. As if all his years had suddenly decided to pile up on him. He looked tired, he couldn't even put on that kind smile that always reassured everyone around him. Dumbledore leaned forward, leaning on his elbows and interlocking his hands - Kingsley, Poppy and I thoroughly searched the entire place. There was accidental magic everywhere but no sign of Harry.

-But not even a body," Severus suggested, stoically and directly.

-That's it, that's it! Hagrid supports the potion master.

-Even if that were the case, no appearance could have caused any harm," Dumbledore-No, in short, somehow her magic got out of control but collapsed on itself.

-Albus, could you be a little clearer about this," asked Fudge, who was also present.

-Imagine that magic starts to get out of control...-As the old director spoke, he waved his wand and a small bright spot began to float on his desk, emitting tiny pulses that slightly shook the scrolls as it grew, Like a star-The tiny flicker of light stopped for a few seconds and then suddenly froze into a tiny flash that drew everything around it, sucking up papyrus, feathers, and even several pieces of books that fell on the wood when the light was extinguished.

All those present were stunned by such a graphic explanation. And with grief settling on their breasts. Minerva wiped the little tears from her eyes with her handkerchief, unlike Hagrid who cried her eyes out:

-Devoured by his own magic- Dumbledore whispered with tears streaming down his cheeks-We are only comforted to know that he did not suffer, and that he is now with his parents...

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Autumn of the year 774:

The dark point was behind us and now a bright dawn was hovering over that natural landscape. The famous forest of Lagranda, located several kilometers from the western coast of Fiore; it was famous, not for its great territorial extension, but for the great size that its trees and all the vegetation in general could reach. Trunks that reached three meters wide, bushes so dense and fences even the size of a melon. But the true reason why this wild land continued out of the hand of man was because of its fauna.

-Roaaaarr -Wild beasts that easily doubled and even tripled the normal size. Not only wolves, bears and lizards devoured giant men, but also magical creatures like vulcans, moles and elves were much bigger, hostile and dangerous. It was well known that one had to be quite foolish to go there alone:

-Meteor! or a very ambitious boy with a desire to become stronger. Jellal Fernandez, a young wizard near sixteen years old was standing in the middle of a small clearing in the forest. He was surrounded by a group of five fatal wolves. Apparently the meat he had been roasting had attracted them but he had no problem. They were fine for training. So after a tough battle he was able to rise victoriously after breaking the neck of the larger wolf and making the other two run away. This meant that he could now return to his breakfast.

-I could make a good coat out of that," he said to himself as he ate the rabbit. Of course, skinning the animal would be a nuisance, and the process of pickling the skin was not very good. But it would be a waste to let it rot.

So after breakfast he took his backpack and started dragging the body through the forest. He had about a month since he had arrived and was already used to moving through the adverse terrain, as well as knowing the location of some fruit trees and the river.

-Although there was something going on in his head while he was skinning the animal on the riverbank. The night before she had felt a strong magic not far from where she was and then a little shaking-is that what made the wolves come out during the day, she wondered as she wiped her forehead. He was on the riverbank with his pants rolled up and the water almost to his knees. He was ready to go for a swim when suddenly something grabbed him from behind and threw him into a nearby tree:

-UH UH! FOUND ONE! FOUND ONE! -

-V-vulcan...-That had been a hard hit, I could even feel some of the splintered wood sticking out of his back. As he tried to ignore the pain he saw with one eye closed how the vulcan came out of the water and began to smell the wolf's remains. Surely it had reached him from the other side.

-ONE! ONE!

-I hate them. Really, among all the magic species: big, small, poisonous, winged, aquatic, dangerous or inoffensive. The Vulcans were easily the ones I hated the most. They were noisy, incoherent, annoying and stupid. It was really so easy to hate them. Plus, some could use the Take Over, which made them a real dangerous nuisance.

-The animal, bright green in color, had tried to hold him down again, but Jellal jumped forward, placing one foot on his face and jumping out of his reach into a tall tree branch.

-I'm not your friend! Stupid monkey! -I'm upset.

-I was sure the ape would try to climb the tree, and I was ready to knock him out with a free fall. But in reality something much stranger happened: the branch he was leaning on bent, as if following the will of the stupid ape, wrapped itself around him and threw him back into the ground -AMIGO!

-A moment too late and I would have ended up squeezed into the arms of the Vulcan. But he was exhausted, he had little magic left from his earlier battle, and he was not sure he could knock out such a large ape with a single blow-Afff...-I sigh as I look angrily at the ape who keeps screaming and somehow shaking everything around him-This is going to hurt us both...

As he had to save magic he kept jumping from branch to branch until he managed to lure him to an open terrain. Jumping and summoning the magic of the heavenly body he rose several meters in the sky while on earth the volcano followed him with its glance. He made seven jumps and then stopped above the magic circles while he extended his hands towards his target who was looking at him in confusion:

-You will be judged by the seven stars...-Sentence while activating the magic-GREAT CHARIOT!

Hundreds and hundreds of small meteors shot out, hitting the earth with ferocity. It was the first time he had used that spell and to be honest, part of him was relieved that he had done it well. He continued to fire for about seven seconds, it wasn't much but it was all he could resist with his low level of magic and he could see with satisfaction that he had caused enough damage to the ground to create a small crater. And in the center of it, the unconscious vulcan.

-Jellal was exhausted, even a little dizzy. When he went ashore, he couldn't look at his hands and confirm that they were slightly green in color, a symptom of an obvious Magic Deficiency Disease-Stupid Monkey.

But the vulcan was no longer there. That was dangerous, it no longer had magic to fight or energy to escape. For a brief moment he forgot the basic rule of his master and lost his calm. Panic invaded him, which added to his exhaustion caused him to faint. The last thing his eyes could register was the clear sky and a couple of bright green dots looking at him in fear.

It took a couple of hours for Jellal to recover some of his magical power, at least enough to regain consciousness by noon. Of course, with his senses at one hundred percent. He opened his eyes and suddenly stood up with a maneuver. He was ready to fight or flee. But all the adversary he found was a little infant lying in his hind quarters looking at him in fear and ready to cry.

-He didn't understand the situation, and that made him even more angry. I look around, it seems that they were inside a cave, behind them there was the remains of what looked like a ladder that was suddenly torn out of place and nothing but that raggedy little boy. He was dirty, with pants that were too big and a dirty old shirt, just as big. At least there was no sign of the Vulcan or any other dangerous creature-What happened?" he asked seriously, but the little boy only looked at him in confusion and fear.

-I don't understand... -She spoke in a strange language.

-The wizard said to himself, "Foreigner. Well that explained his language and his features, but how did he get there?

There were too many questions; now he regretted that he never wanted to learn the magic of the Languaje that his master boasted so much about. But no, he was only interested in combat magic. Anyway, while he watched this little raggedy lost man, he could not avoid thinking that he looked like another slave in that damned tower.

-Afff...-Sigh, at first I had thought of just leaving. But now he couldn't help but feel guilty if he did. I, I'm, Jellal-I felt stupid, talking slowly and signing as he patted his chest-Jellal.

-The little green-eyed boy looked at him in confusion. At least he didn't look like he was about to cry, but he was a little scared even when I held my hand to his chest as he said-Ha... rry...

-Harry, huh? -Well, that was a nice name.

To be continued...

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Anyway, my dear loves, I'm sorry to have to pass you another chapter in "raw". Don't worry, as soon as I get a Beta I'll make sure to update these chapters so you can enjoy them as they should be. For now, just be a little more patient, okay?

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