Chapter 5
Training and an enraged Potion master.
Harry 'poofed' into existence.
One moment later and the 'weak' Harry was gone once again.
After the professor left the boy had gone to his training-spot.
The boy looked at the numerous scars on the field. It brought back memories.
He walked to a tree, the lower layers of bark were beaten off of it.
Those Deatheaters were... troublesome. The wizards' ability to wield magic made them unpredictable, Harry sighed, there were too many unknowns at the moment to make a decent stand against wizards. His ninja arts were enough for now...The boy smirked suddenly, He didn't know much about them, but in reverse they didn't know much about him either. He was the one invited to learn about them, while nobody questioned his own style, yet. That would give him a small advantage.
Harry decided it was best to step up his training. Looking at the beaten tree in front of him, he said the words, "Initial Gate, KAI!!!" He disappeared in a blur.
Moving at speeds unimaginative to humans, he remembered the first moment he started his training.
He had started with handseal practice, moving his hands into the different seals. The best part was that this could be done everywhere, at anytime. After some time he could form any combination. Yet nothing happened, no matter which combination he used.
Harry smiled as he remembered his own frustration, while beating the living daylights out of the already beaten tree in front of him. It was funny that the fact that he hadn't been able to use Chakra at that time had caused him to search another route to the realm of the Ninja, taking an example out of the only ninja who couldn't mould the Chakra needed for any technique, Rock Lee. While Harry refused to dress like the 'Green beast', he had less issues with the ninja's training. Many months had been spend beating up trees and rocks. Punches had become more powerful. Kicks had risen higher and higher. Bark had splintered and rock had cracked.
As a side-effect also muscles had started to grow, but because the Dursleys choice of clothing for Harry nobody took notice of the physical changes. Harry had always been quiet in classes so also the teachers didn't notice.
It was during one of those training-sessions that Harry had felt something inside of him, a kind of dormant energy but at the same time it was already awake to answer his call. Harry had soon realised the energy was indeed answering his call, the energy could be 'willed' inside his body. Focusing the energy around his fists, and the power increased while damage visibly decreased. The young Shinobi realised that the energy was in fact; Chakra. Mentally searching his body for that energy he discovered that he had a well of it inside of him, but most of that energy was 'trapped' between certain points in his body. Harry noticed that the only way that he could use the Chakra was because his well was overflowing little by little. So Harry focused the small Charka already inside of him and willed it together, then he 'threw' it at the lid of the well. The lid buckled enough for Harry to summon the energy it stored, blowing away the lid and filling his unused coils with the Chakra. Harry had tried to stop himself from screaming, but with his whole body feeling like it was on fire, he failed to do so. He had lapsed into unconsciousness, never seeing the blue aura surrounding him.
The ninja-boy smiled, that really had been a turning point because he learned how he could mould the new energy into various techniques. When he had woken up, he learned that the 'lid' had been closed again, but that the larger amount now flowed freely through his system. Harry had realised that he could summon the extra Chakra at any time. It was only later that he figured out that he had in fact used a form of, if not the real Chakra gates techniques. Harry hadn't really moved in this attempt so the stress on his body was minimum,. The damage was purely done by the Chakra flowing through him. It scared had Harry, if that was damage while not moving, then what could he expect when he moved. It had become very clear to him why the technique was labelled 'last resort only'.
Suddenly a loud cracking sound drew his attention to the present times. The tree he was beating, was leaning towards Harry and was moving closer. Harry looked at the spot he was aiming at. It represent more of an eaten apple then a tree, the stump couldn't bear the weight of the rest of tree and was falling towards Harry. The boy reached behind his back and retrieved a toy-sword. He jumped up and started slashing at the tree, in the final slash he disappeared and landed behind the tree. When Harry landed he took a glance at the sword in his hand, it glowed with a blue hue. Harry smiled, he adapted the technique after Asuma's trench-knives, folding a 'blade' of Chakra around an object he could make a deadly weapon out of everything and because it was his energy he could grab it anywhere without being harmed. He turned to his opponent, the tree, it fell into several pieces. Harry bowed to it and smiled.
McGonagall appeared in a small ally.
She walked towards the main road of a small village called Hogsmead.
She took out the ring given to her by the boy-who-lived.
"Oh Harry, what will I do?" She sighed, " I can't stand the fact that you were placed at those horrible muggles, but Albus is too powerful for his own good. Something I never realised untill now." She stared at the ring, hoping it would somehow answer.
"What's past is past, look to the future instead," She whispered. She blinked, 'where did that come from? That's right, I remember now, it was one of Harry's motto's.'
"Even a genius can be defeated through hard work. All your hard work will prove worthless...unless you believe in yourself. Those who break the rules and regulations are called scum, but those who don't care about their companions... are even lower than scum. Fighting for those you care about makes you stronger." Harry was dedicated, he was brave, fiercely loyal to his friends. He had been interested to learn more, she had seen that in his eyes, yet the boy seemed more of a listener.
He reminded her so much of his mother.
Out of the two deaths, Lily's had hit her harder. Lily was almost a perfect student.
Knowledgable, curious, and a good listener. She always asked questions. Lily was often called a teacher's pet, often meeting them after classes. Slowly but surely McGonagall had started seeing Lily as her own daughter. That was the reason why she objected that Harry was placed at the Dursley's, he was already like a grandson to her. It was ironic that he turned out better with the Dursley's then if he had been raised by wizards. He was powerful, but seemed reluctant to show off. He used a powerful technique on Dumbledore but only in self-defence. He never attacked on purpose. He came to her defence instantly after he saw the situation with the deatheaters, something kids his age would never do. The professor smiled when she wondered in which house he would go. The founders would have quite the fight for him. He was brave and loyal, she saw that when he defended her in the fights with both the deatheaters and Dumbledore. He was cunning too and had a thirst for knowledge, which he kept hidden on the outside but like his mother, his eyes took a strange glint when he wanted to know something. So all houses were seemingly perfect for him. Of course she hoped he would chose her house but in his mindset she doubted it. She shivered slightly when she was reminded of Harry's reaction to the true reason his parents were dead, that cold voice gave her frostbite. She wouldn't like to be Voldemort when Harry was after him. Harry was different then wizards. He had told her his techniques were hidden inside the muggle world but she couldn't guess where. "Perhaps we underestimated muggles," She said.
"Professor?"
Minerva looked up, her feet had carried her to Hogwarts with outher noticing. One of the paintings tried to get her attention.
"Are you okay?"
The transfiguration mistress looked at the ring and placed it in her pocket. She turned to the painting, "Yes, I am fine."
"That's good to hear. Dumbledore and the others are in the Great Hall. Apparently something of great importance has happened."
McGonagall nodded to the painting, "Thank you." She hurried to the meeting. Dumbledore's voice came through the doors, but McGonagall couldn't hear it. She pushed on of the doors open, which captured the attention of the others.
"MINERVA!? You're alive?" Dumbledore asked.
"Alive? What gave you the idea I died?"
"The headmaster thought that a fireball incinerated you and Harry Potter," Snape replied.
"Well, I am fine and so is Harry. He told me he used a powerful illusion to stop your intrusions."
"Illusions?" The headmaster asked suprised.
"He told me this technique shows an inferno and the one controlling it can make the target experience the illusion as if it was real. Which was an appropriate action for you."
"Minerva?"
"You abuse your reputation, Albus! You expect that everybody obeys you at the ring of a bell. No more, Albus, Harry didn't fall into that trap and freed me from it. Your days of endless respect are over. Harry and I think you must earn it now, and you blew a lot of it in that last visit of yours. I mostly agree with you views but not your view of the common good. I am still a teacher at Hogwarts, and I do trust the headmaster but he must realise that the relationship has changed," The transfiguration mistress glared at the person she once looked up to.
Snape looked at the Gryffindor head of house, "I doubt that Potter is that powerful. The spoiled little brat."
"You bastard," McGonagal hissed, "His home situation is worse then a house elf. The GODDAMN letter was addressed to 'the cupboard under the stairs!! He endured more then a grown man would. Even more then you!"
Snape stood up, grasping his wand, "He...couldn't...have...endured...more...then...me!" Snape spoke, remembering his father's and Voldemort's torture.
"I have reason to believe he was mentally and physically abused," McGonagall whispered, "Far worse then you could ever experience."
Before anyone could react the spells had already left Snape's wand. McGonagall knew she could not make a proper shield in the available time, so she closed her eyes and braced herself. She felt like she had waited minutes for the spells to impact her. Nothing happened. Minerva opened her eyes, She was encased in a blue dome. The spells had bounced off harmlessly. Snape was still furious and was throwing spells like crazy. Minerva relaxed when she noticed none of the spells penetrated the strange shield. A glint of light drew her attention, the ring she received from Harry had somehow appeared on one of her fingers. It glowed with the same blue colour the shield had. "This ring will protect you," the boy had said, and it did protect her. "Harry, thank you," Minerva whispered. The ring brightened and the shield became smaller.
"I knew that defence was only temporarily," the potions master shouted, "Now, prepare yourself!"
The statement was answered by shouts of disbelieve, as it became clear that something wasn't right.
The energy from the shield combined into a blob, which quivered. Snape smiled, "even that shield is afraid." However the blob exploded into hundreds of tentacles, all aiming for the crocked-nosed professor. "What is this!!" the professor shouted, while he was lifted up.
What was left of the blob grew and took shape, the shape of the boy-who-lived, "a variation of the Sabaku Kyū,using Chakra instead of sand Like it?" 'Harry' said.
The professors watched as the blue Harry looked at the immobilised Slytherin and held up his hand, pointing it at the professor, "Goodnight," he spoke with a barely contained hatred. Harry closed his fist and the tentacles tightened their grip. Snape fell unconscious. The tentacles were sucked into Harry and the boy looked at McGonagall, "He promised to keep you from harm, that's what I did. I am a 'Chakra Bunshin', an 'extension' of his energy, drawing upon his to aid other people. I'll give you a defence system like you just saw but it is still Harry's energy I drain." The Chakra Bunshin took Minerva's hand and faded into a stream of energy which was absorbed by the ring. McGonagall looked at the ring, "Harry, thank you."
"DAMN IT, WHY WON'T IT WORK!!" Harry had, without success, tried to control the Sharingan but he couldn't summon it. Chakra flowed to his eyes, but his eyes didn't change.
A sudden depletion of Chakra in his body caught his attention, the ring he gave the teacher was active. He closed his eyes and using the ring as a focus. he utilised his version of the third eye technique. He couldn't take control of the clone but he could see what was happening. The Chakra shield was working as a defence against the magic. He watched as the two clashed. The professor who attacked was completely insane. Harry felt a hatred from the man, that was different from anything he had ever felt. He mentally gave his clone permission to disable the man. When the clone did so, Harry returned to his own mind. He blinked as an idea came to mind as to why he just spend a good part of an hour working on a technique that didn't work, It wasn't because of his Chakra but another part of the equation. One plus one made one but if he was right, he just tried to make a two when he missed the second number. It wasn't his Chakra but his magic as well that would allow him to use the power of the Sharingan. Harry grinned at the prospect of his own bloodline limit. He started searching his own body again, following his Chakra had become second nature to him after training six years in the mythical arts of Chakra . Soon enough Harry discovered another well of energy. How he didn't notice it before, he didn't know. Not that he cared, he would never have realised the link between his Chakra and Magic. He drew upon both and guided the energy to his eyes. They started to sting but Harry anticipated this, you can't force ten times the normal energy in your eyes without feeling something.
Slowly he opened his eyes, the green replaced with a blood red, a black pupil was joined by two tomoe in each eye. "Sharingan," Harry whispered.
"I won't give this ring to anybody! So stop asking about it!"
The professor had barricaded herself in her room.
"Minerva, be reasonable. That ring is clearly a magical object so it must be examined," The voice of Albus Dumbledore drifted through the door.
"Damn it, I feel like a little girl who has an argument with a parent," she muttered. She had sealed the door with her magic but it wouldn't take long for Albus to force his way in if he really tried. McGonagall could hardly believe this was happening. "Was this all happening just because I visited Harry out of concern?" she wondered. She made up her mind, swinging her wand a few times in complex motions. Her trunk opened itself and books, clothes and magical devices flew into it. She closed the lid and cast a shrinking charm and a featherweight charm on it. She took some powder but as she looked at it she realised she would run away. 'I have no other choice at the moment,' she realised. She threw the powder into the fire, it changed from red and orange into pure emerald-green flames. Minerva always had been afraid to use the floo-system, the green colour reminded her of the killing curse. This time it was different, this time the colour reminded her of the eyes of a bright boy, a boy who had sworn to protect her. She stepped into the flames, "Diagon Ally!!" she yelled. The flames rose higher and she vanished towards her destination. When she appeared in the small pub that was the Leaky Cauldron, she headed for muggle-London. A few blocks from the pub, she vanished with a small pop.
Harry had practised until it had become second nature to call upon the bloodline limit, in an instant he could use the eyes of the Uchiha clan. He wondered what he should call himself. Kakashi had the nickname of Copy-nin and Harry could copy almost every technique they had. Harry however didn't really copy, rather he imitated the techniques. He trained in those techniques to make them his own, rather then copying the techniques. In doing so he bypassed the risks of being injured because he used an too demanding technique. He also started thinking about his own personal techniques, just waiting to be discovered. Harry was certainly on the level to create his own jutsus. "Let's see," he muttered, "Fire, Earth, Wind, Water and Lightning. Wind and Water makes Ice, Water and Earth creates Wood. Then what are the other combinations? Wind and Lightning means Light? That doesn't right. Earth and Lightning? Darkness?" Wind and Earth? If I think about it this way, it won't help."
He made a pentagon in the ground. He noted the combinations
Lightning and Fire
Lightning and Earth
Lightning and Wind
Lightning and Water
Fire and Earth
Fire and Wind
Fire and Water
Earth and Wind
Earth and Water is Wood
Wind and Water is Ice.
"So only the last two are known," Harry muttered, "this could be interesting."
A small 'pop' behind him made him turn around, and a figure hugged him. Shocked at first, Harry relaxed and smiled, "Dumbledore won't be able to do anything at all, when you are with me." He looked at the woman crying before him. 'If you come here again. You will see the true power I possess,' Harry thought, 'You want to get to know me. Just you try, Dumbledore.'
Dumbledore who stood in McGonagall's room suddenly felt as if somebody walked over his grave, and he was alive.
Dumbledore had notified the others that the Transfiguration teacher had fled the castle. He left to find her. The Great Hall instantly started buzzing as the teachers talked about what just had taken place.
"Why do you think Minerva ran away?"
"With Snape going berserk like THAT! He really wanted to kill her. I wonder what happened to Serverus for him to react this way."
"What was that shield? I never saw anything like it. The energy just overwhelmed me"
"I wonder about that boy the energy formed. To be able to control all that energy, he could overthrow the wizarding world."
"All he did was protect Minerva from harm though. I am willing to bet he will come to Hogwarts, Either as a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff."
"Why those two houses?"
"He protected Minerva, a Hufflepuff action of Loyalty, and he attacked Snape, A act of Gryffindor, just jumping into the fray."
"He held back on Snape though, so he could be a Snake as well."
"That might be 'troublesome' in the future."
"I would look forward to a meeting between the mystery boy and Snape. Perhaps the first deduction on Slytherin points by Snape ever recorded."
All the professors smiled at that mental picture.
Meanwhile Dumbledore realised the Deputy headmistress would probably try to find Harry Potter. He went to his office and sent a team to the Dursley's house.
Well, another chapter done.
Please comment.
Which elements do these combinations make?
Lightning and Fire
Lightning and Earth
Lightning and Wind
Lightning and Water
Fire and Earth
Fire and Wind
Fire and Water
Earth and Wind
Earth and Water is Wood
Wind and Water is Ice.
I might try more then one element later on.
As usual.
Harry's Jutsu list
Naruto name/ english translation
Bunshin no Jutsu(Clone technique)
Henge no Jutsu(Transformation technique)
Oiroke no Jutsu(Sexy no jutsu)
Kawarimi no Jutsu(Replacement technique)
Chakra Kyūin Jutsu ? (Energy draining technique, Lethal Version)
Chakra Kyūin Jutsu ? (Energy draining technique, NonLethal Version)
Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu (Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique)
Kage Bunshin no Jutsu(Shadow Clone Technique)
Kyouzou Bunshin bunshin no Jutsu (Mirror Image Clone technique)
Shunshin no Jutsu (leaf swirl transportation)
Sensatsu Suishō (Thousand Flying Water Needles of Death)
Makyō Hyō Shō (Demonic Ice Mirrors)
Suna no Tate (Shield of Sand)
Rasengan (Spiraling Sphere)
Magen: Jigoku Kōka no Jutsu (Demonic Illusion: Descending Hell Technique)
Zesshou Hachimon Hōgeki (Eight Gates, Initial.)
Chakra Bunshin (Chakra Clone)
Hien (Flying Swallow/ the technique of Asuma's trench-knives )
Chakra no Tate (Shield of Chakra)
Chakra Kyū (Chakra Coffin)
Water-walking.
Tree-Walking.
Air-Walking
Sharingan.
Idea for psychological warfare, waterwalking on a Suiton: Suiryūdan no Jutsu