(A/N)Thanks for the reviews everyone, seems as if I managed to refrain from making spelling errors and such in the last chapter, or at least, none that stood out…. Still not mine. On to chapter 3
A Rude Awakening:
"You must be Harry Potter and Remus Lupin." The man's voice was beyond deep, each syllable seeming to shake Harry's very bones. It was such a shock that it took Harry a moment to process what he had even said.
"That we are, and… might I ask, what is your name?" Remus said, having to look far up into the man's face.
"I am Woznic, and I will be Harry's primary teacher until he becomes adept enough to train with the other masters. I will also be showing you both your quarters. There is quite a time difference between England and here."
"Woznic wh-" Harry was suddenly cut off by the booming voice of the large blonde man.
"You are my apprentice and as such you shall call me Master! You may only call me by name when you can succeed me in that which I specialize." said Woznic, looking into Harry's eyes for the first time, shocking him with the brilliant yellow color.
Anger seemed to well up inside of Harry as he looked the man in the eye, neither willing to budge. This was a different anger than what Harry had ever felt before, it almost seemed to even taste different. Green swirls began to spin around his clenched fists, unbeknownst to him.
"I will never call anyone Master, be it you or the slithering demon that I am destined to face!" Harry spat his words, venom dripping off of each one, and the magic swirling around his fists condensed and began to swirl faster.
Woznic grabbed Harry by the neck, lifting him over a foot into the air so they were at eye level, Harry's hands came up to grasp the mans massive forearms, the green swirls began to crackle and his along Woznic's arms. Lupin started growling, drawing his wand, though refraining from pointing it at anything yet.
"Don't you dare talk to me about demons boy" Woznic said in a low tone, just loud enough for Harry, and Lupin, to hear, "I didn't always belong to this little Peace Tribe, and I've fought more demons than I care to remember. You will respect me. You will call me Master. Or you will leave here, immediately, and go see what your pansy little temper will do for you in your pointless war."
Harry's face tightened even more as he tried to maintain eye contact. Finally realizing his loss he glanced down, in time to see the magic retreating back into his hands. Woznic set him back on the ground and he fell to his knees, staring at his hands in shocked confusion.
"That is why you are here Harry; and Albus was right. You do have an affinity for this. You will be able to enter the intense training within the week."
Lupin put his wand away and asked the question that was on Harry's mind, "what the hell was that!?"
"There is no name for what that is, though it is commonly referred to as Old Magic. We believe it to be the gift of those truly attuned to magic. Most of us here in the Peace Tribe have the ability, as do Dumbledore and Riddle. Both of which trained here. As Riddle was the last outsider to train here, many in the Tribe fear what you may become and as such, do not want you to be here. You should not expect to make many friends."
Harry finally looked up from the ground and said "I never do."
(Scene Break)
"DROP YOUR COCKS AND GRAB YOUR SOCKS!!"
"Everyone out of bed now! "
"I want everyone out of bed with a wand in their hand and a spell on their lips!"
Ron fell out of his bed, impossibly tangled in the plain white sheets, wand still under his pillow. No one else did much better than him.
"My name, as some of you know, is Tiberius. That is the only name you will know me by and it is the only name you will call me. The men behind me in the red and the blue," Tiberius gestured to two large men, cloaked and armored with their faces covered, "are Red and Blue, shouldn't be too hard to remember. The eighteen of you have been chosen by your professors and your Headmaster, because you do not have ties to Lord Voldemort" some of the students shuddered "and because they believe that you will be key soldiers in the up coming war. We have five Slytherins and five Ravenclaws, as well as four Hufflepuffs and four Gryffindors. While you are here, you have no house, you do not belong to a specific graduating class, and the only family you have are the faces you see around you now. I do not care if your blood is 'pure' or if you are the first one in your family to have a drop of magic in you. The only thing that will set you apart from those around you, are your skills in combat."
There were some scattered mutterings among the teenagers and Red and Blue moved in.
"Every morning you will wake up and make your beds immediately. Now that you are officially in this program there is no leaving it." Said Red "you will expected to be in the uniforms that you will soon receive and they are expected to be presentable when you are in a non-combat situation. We will be assigning you all to different positions and teams depending on what it is that you excel in. There will be no argument among you and you will always respect those that we assign as your commanders.
(scene break)
Woznic might as well have been a demon. Harry had been shown his quarters, a small recently built hut with two small beds for him and Remus. They were required to strip down and wear loin cloths. Apparently this wasn't a problem for Remus, his supposed 'disease' kept his body temperature at a steady. Harry had not been allowed to speak to anyone in the village besides Remus and Woznic, painfully referring to the latter as Master. He spent the first five hours of training learning how to climb the evergreens, Woznic simply stating that it was step one in 'real endurance training. Each time that they would stop so that Harry could catch his breath, he watched, for the first time, as the green swirls danced across his skin, healing his cuts and scrapes while warming his body. He looked at Woznic once to see him smiling.
The next ten hours had Woznic telling him to do impossible things with magic, after which he sent Harry to bed. Remus joined him a half hour later.
"I don't understand any of this Remus! This isn't training. This is just him demanding that I do the impossible! I couldn't do more than half of that with a wand and he's telling me to do it without one."
"Have patience Harry. I believe there is a method to his madness."
This only served to frustrate Harry more. He eventually fell asleep only to be reawakened several hours later by Woznic, who had a hand over his mouth and was carrying him outside.
"What the hell was that?" said Harry
"Your body does not require the same level of rest that Remus does, now we will continue to train that which he does not need to know."
"What are you talking about?"
Woznic lifted his hand, fingers outstretched and suddenly yellow swirls began encircle his forearm and solid yellow circled his wrist, spreading until it encased his hand, extending just beyond each of his fingers where it seemed to sharpen to a point.
"You have this power within you Harry, the power with no name. When your magic began to mature, you were gifted with this phenomenal power. It is yours to control. And I will teach you to do so. You seem to have an affinity for learning, and it will be put to the test, I have confidence in you. But first and foremost, you must learn this."
"I know I've done some weird shit in the past couple of days, but I can't do that, I know I can't, I've been doing magic for years and that has never happened to me before…"
Woznic laughed, "This would have been very recent for you Harry. I will prove it to you. I know that I have frustrated you today, now I want you to hit me. Hit me as hard as you can."
Harry looked at Woznic questioningly, and then swung his fist, watching it speed towards Woznic's chest, and suddenly it was just out of his reach. He looked at Woznic's smirking face, and got serious, assaulting Woznic with everything he had, kicking, punching, and swearing as he always seemed to be just short of his target. As his frustration rose his vision blurred, until suddenly Woznic caught Harry's fist with his yellow clawed hand.
"Now look." Said Woznic.
Harry did, looking at where their hands connected and was nothing short of shocked to see his fist covered with green magic similar to the yellow magic around Woznic's arm.
"You need to be able to pull this out of you on command, not just when you're tired or angry. That's what I am going to teach you. By the time I've finished with you your wand will be nothing but a souvenir from your past. Simply for show."
(Scene Break)
Hermione looked across the white tiled room at Lunista Moon, and even with her vast knowledge of spell work and her near perfect form, she knew she was clearly outmatched. The pale a small looking girl could tie spells together in unbelievable combinations, each wand stroke seeming to end at the beginning of another. It also didn't help that the light from every spell seemed to reflect off of the tiles so that it seemed as if the spells were coming from all directions. According to Red this was the perfect way to begin training for a large combat situation.
Hermione's shield would only hold for somewhere around three more seconds and she really only had one more option. Something she had never tried before, though she had planned to ask Dumbledore about it this year at Hogwarts.
The tip of her wand lit up with a black flame and she stabbed it into the ground, instantly burning a transmutation circle into the tile. Just as she was about to complete the process, a shockwave burst through the room knocking both herself, and a very confused Lunista unconscious.
(Scene Break)
"Where in the hell would a sixteen year old Hogwarts student have ever even heard of true Alchemy?" asked Red, his hood down so that he could look Tiberius in the eye.
"Dumbledore had mentioned her extreme level of natural curiosity, and she Potter and Weasley did prevent Voldemort from gaining control of the Philosophers Stone during their first year. It's likely she researched into the subject at a young age and has possibly been trying to figure it out since. It's not unheard of, Nicholas Flamel himself started at an early age, not to mention the Elric brothers in World War Two. Though I must say, if she does master the art, she will be the first in quite a while to do so. Have Edward and Alphonse teach her. They can be known as can be known as Green and Orange. While I doubt it will happen, if anyone else tries Alchemy or even knows extensively about the subject, send them to Green and Orange as well. If we have even one potent Alchemist in the group, our chances in this war will increase dramatically."
Red nodded and raised his hood, leaving his room to alert Blue, Green and Orange of the recent turn of events. Then to tell Hermione that she isn't in any kind of trouble, as she must believe that she is, considering she was violently knocked out when Blue hit the training room's panic button, and is probably now awake and wandless in the holding chambers.
(Scene Break)
A week into Harry's training had Woznic beyond shocked. The boy picked up battle magic and tactics like it was an old friend that he hadn't seen for some time and they were catching up. The Old Magic continued to work wonders on Harry's body. According to Remus, the boy had grown up in a small cupboard and his body was kept in a feeble and malnutritioned state for most of his short life. The magic had not only repaired his body, but enhanced it. He now stood at a very solid 185 centimeters, or 6'1". The more Woznic made him work, the more defined his muscle became, yet unlike him the muscle never expanded to far outward, so he got stronger and stronger, yet he maintained all of his flexibility, which also seemed to grow. Woznic was not ashamed to say that he was a bit jealous of the boy.
Within two weeks time Harry had nearly mastered Old Magic, which beat the previously amazing record of six months which was set by Albus Dumbledore himself. With this he earned Woznic's respect and was no required to call him master, Woznic was now proud to call him friend.
(Perspective change)
"Remus, I have a question… and I don't want to sound forward with it…" said Harry.
"Go on pup, in the last couple of weeks you've transformed from my best friend's son into my friend and surrogate nephew."
"Well then…there's actually two questions, when I was a baby, why didn't you fight for my custody? Surely in Wizarding government, you would have won over my muggle relatives, who didn't even want me to begin with…"
Remus sighed "I knew this question would be asked eventually, and I really must ask you to forgive me. I was in a terrible state at the time, it was my understanding that one of my best friends had turned my other friends and their infant son over to Voldemort to gain favor, and then killed my only remaining friend and thirteen muggles in the process. I was in Russia at the time, attempting to rid myself of my lycanthropy through untested potions and experiments. To return only to find myself truly alone and without support was a blow that I just wasn't ready for. After the incredibly painful experiments, which quite obviously failed…to come home and find that in my absence Sirius had destroyed everything I held dear…I just couldn't handle it. I blamed myself and my lycanthropy for all of it. That night I drank myself into a hole and tried to kill myself. Luckily for me I was apparently so piss drunk that I didn't realize that the gun wasn't broken, the safety was just on. When I woke up the next day I was passed the whole killing myself thing but I still blamed myself for everything. I couldn't even force myself to go see you because I was so ashamed of myself. Even if I did get passed the whole self pity thing, and the ministry did allow me custody, I didn't think that you were being treated poorly, nor did I think I would be able to raise you better that your relatives. Now that I know and have the means, if you'll have me, you can live with me for as long as you like."
Harry sat for a moment to digest the information, and then responded "Remus, I'm not upset with you, and I would love to live with you, I think we could both use the company… and not to end the touching conversation, but the full moon is right around the corner… what are you going to do about your transformation?"
"I've spoken with Woznic on the subject. You are actually going to be helping me with that. I'll explain it to you later. In a few hours you'll have more training with Woznic, and then when I wake up we're going to venture into town together. You have more than just Old Magic to learn about while you're here."
Harry nodded and they both laid down on their beds, Harry raised his hand and the green ball of light that was lighting the room dissipated.
(A/N)
Wow… its been a really long time since I updated. I meant to be like…a dozen chapters in by now. What can I say, life comes at you fast. Women, family, friends, and new video games. I went back on Ficwad and fixed some of the errors here and there, mostly just because its easier to fix little things on that site, though I hear that within the next year or so its gonna go caput. The administrators have pretty much abandoned it. Which is sad for me since I've frequented the site for years. Anyway, looking for a Beta reader. And you may ask me "what do I get as a beta reader???" well unlike the few authors that I used to beta for, you get to see the chapters before anyone else. But I'm not looking for free loaders. So you can message me on Fanfiction or in a review, which im much more likely to see. Then you can either copy and paste the previous two chapters or you can give me your email and Ill send you the word document. You will get all kinds of sweet recognition and you can even leave notes at the bottom of the chapters of your thoughts and such. Awesome I know. Well hopefully the next chapters will be even longer, I'm a fan of 10,000 word chapters myself. Also hopefully I will speed up on the updating.
Good news: I beat the video games, and I did like all of the research needed for the story (as it is in my head so far…)
And yes that was a Full Metal reference earlier.