"Shit, and here I was thinking I might catch a break at least once, but no I find myself in hell cause I don't see any other way I would be in this cupboard again. Heh oh well if I have to spend eternity in hell I might as well make Voldemort and Satan himself rue the day they met me." Harry thought
BANG BANG BANG. Harry jumped when he heard the voice he never thought he'd hear again "BOY, get up breakfast isn't going to make itself, now get up before I have to drag you out." came the voice of Vernon Dursley
Getting up Harry slowly moved to the door of his "room" expecting that any minute everything around would shift into another scene that would torment him even more, but it never came, no shifting, no pull, no nothing strange and that is what made him truly nervous.
Not knowing what was going on he left the cupboard and headed into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast only to find that he needed a stool? to reach the top of the stove.
Trying frantically to figure out what was going, not saying a word he listened for anything that would show him that this was an illusion, he knew that the killing curse had hit him dead on without a doubt, so how come he couldn't hear anything to give it away.
Thats when he remembered "STUPID HARRY, STUPID. How could I forget about what I have relied on to survive for 5 years now." Harry thought as he expanded his senses trying to detect anything that would show him where he truly was, only to find blood protection wards??
But it couldn't be the wards haven't been up since he left the Dursleys at seventeen a whole seven years had past since then they had to be void now, but as he pushed his senses harder to find the true spells he thought would be behind these ones only to find nothing, and start to get dizzy and as he opened his eyes everything was blurry and getting dark. He had just enough time to turn off the stove before he passed out hitting the floor with a resounding THUD.
Vernon and Petunia entered the kitchen ready to yell at the freak about making too much noise again, only to find the seven year old boy laying on the floor bleeding from a small wound on his head from the fall.
When they went to check the boy, they had to recoil from the exuding heat coming from him. "Whats wrong with him Vernon" Petunia asked "Probably a freak thing, just leave him there I'll lock him in his cupboard for a few days when he wakes up." Sneered Vernon "But Ver..." started Petunia "NO BUTS PETUNIA LEAVE THE FREAK BE." Shouted Vernon.
Meanwhile in Harry's mind.
"Ow my head... hmmmmm I was expecting a lot more pain than this." stated Harry only to jump, how far he didn't know because he was in pitch black. "You still think your dead my dear boy? My my whatever will I do with you, I thought you were a bit more prepared for the unsuspected than this Harry." Came a mysterious voice from behind Harry.
Whipping around and raising his hand ready to curse who ever it was Harry asked "Who are you, what do you mean think that I am dead, and if I'm not dead WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??" With a sigh and then a slight chuckle the man began introducing himself "Harry my boy calm down just a little bit there and have a seat." with a wave of his hand there were two chairs facing each other, sitting in one the man gestured for Harry to take the other "Trust me Harry you will want to have a seat for what I am about to tell you." the man stated, with a sigh and an angry look on his face Harry replied with venom "FINE but you better tell me everything i want to know" with a wave of his hand to make sure there were no traps on his chair, finding nothing he flopped down with another sigh.
"No worries, no worries at all young man. Now to start with, my name is Athantias, you may call me Athan if you wish, and before you ask again no you are not dead, ah ah no interupting Harry I will answer more when I am done explaining, now where was I ah yes you are very much alive, you see that killing curse as you mortals call it is not what it truly was made for, yes it can be used to kill people but what it was made for was to seperate the soul, mind and magical core from its bounds of flesh, great for meditation, but you see it had been twisted just enough throughout the years to become what you call the killing curse."
"Now why you are not dead is your biggest question yes?" asked Athan. Harry just nodded in affirmative. "Very well then, now Harry you see when you were fighting that sorry excuse of a man, if you can call him a man, anyway I was watching and remember that, that was not supposed to happen, your true magical power should have started to manifest itself alot sooner than it did, and that would allow you to train it to full potential instead of the 10 percent you have barely even tapped into so far" at this Harry was quite confused "Ten percent thats all I have been using, and he said i have barely tapped into that much." Harry thought.
Smirking Athan continued "And since you were unable to save people who were not meant to die, yes i do mean the Weasleys and your love. So when the curse hit you I kind of grabbed your soul, magic core and mind and brought them to the past, so that I can help train your abilities to what they should be for your final battle against the... the... hmmmmm, well can't think of anything to insult him with, mainly because if I called him anything it would be a compliment to him and an insult to whatever I use. So anyway in doing this I have given you a final chance to save everyone and defeat Voldemort once and for all. I won't lie to you Harry this training will not be easy and the reason why I brought you to the age of seven instead of eleven is you will be going on a journey before going to Hogwharts. Do not worry about people finding out you are not at the Dursleys, for before you go I will train you far enough to create a doppelganger, which will act as you did up until you were eleven at which time you will return here and recieve your acceptance letter the same way you did befor after all we don't want to attract anymore attention to you than you already have now do we. Worry not about how long you have been here, for time here does not pass the same here for the five hours we have been here only two and a half minutes have passed out there. Tonight when you go to sleep you will automatically come here for your training shall begin then. For now though Harry I hope that you appreciate what I have done for you, and now I bid you farewell." And with that Athan dissappeared and Harry started to feel the signs of waking up.
As he felt the dream world dissappearing all Harry could think was "Another chance, I have another chance to save them, a chance to save them all." and thats when Harry realized "SON OF A BITCH... he was sitting right in front of me not three feet away and I still didn't see any of his features or what he was wearing. Damn he's good at hiding. Wonder if he'll teach me that."
Back in the Dursley's kitchen.
Harry started to come to only to find that his head was acheing and he knew that he would never get any aspirin for it, well not from the Dursleys anyway. Thats when he saw a red faced monster. (Vernon)
"BOY, YOU ALMOST RUINED OUR BREAKFAST PLUS YOU GOT SO HOT WE COULDN'T TOUCH OR MOVE YOU, luckily you weren't out long so we won't have to explain it to any one that might have come over, NOW BOY GET TO THE CUPBOARD AND YOU WONT BE GETTING OUT UNTIL I HAVE DECIDED THAT YOUR PUNISHMENT IS OVER." Roared Vernon, yep Harry knew it this was gonna be one hell of a party.
In the cupboard Harry knew he would not be getting out anytime soon, so he decided, thinking about training with a smile he thought "well no time like the present... hmmmm or should I say past... well since I am now here I guess it would be the present again" smirking he silently cast a twelve hour sleeping charm.
In Harry's mind once more.
Athan looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow "Back so soon heh, I knew that you wanted to start your quest but jeez you couldn't wait till tonight?"
"Well when you get locked in a cupboard for passing out while cooking by someone that hates you, you never know when you will be aloud to come out again, especially when you normally get locked up for a couple of days for absolutely no reason" Harry replied with a glare
"Ah yes of course I should have realized that I suppose, ah well the past is the past right Harry??" Athan quipped smirking at Harry who just rolled his eyes and asked "Well are you going to tell me about this training that you are supposedly going to give me?"
Athan just smirked and his blue eyes started glowing a pure blood red with absolutely no pupil and no whites around it just pure glowing blood red eyes, and thats when Athan let the shadows around him dissappear so that harry could see him.
Athan was 5'11, blond hair goatee, looked about 24 wearing a red undershirt with an open black short sleeve dress shirt, black pants, a trench coat with a red dragon that swirled around his body as if it were alive, he wore two samarai swords a Katana and kodachi, the katana was on his back pointin diagonally to his right side while the kodachi was on the leftside of his waist.
"Well then the training shall begin" Athan said his smirk growing even larger, into something that Harry was certain would make even Voldemort shiver with fright, and thats how Harry knew that this training was going to be worse than hell ever could be.