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Chapter 9

PLANS AND REALIZATIONS

They walked into a good sized room with lots of light. The floor was all sand and there were three mats in a triangle type thing. The one in the front had an old little asian looking man with his black hair tied up in a bun sitting cross legged on it. Upon hearing Harry talk he spoke

"Harry Potter I see that the news papers are wrong again and you still alive." the little man said opening his eyes which were yellow and had pupils like a cats. "I also see that neither of you have dressed appropiatly.'tut tut', well there are changing rooms over there" he said pointing to a sliding door to Harry's left. "And in there you will find a closet of clothes, pick what ever you want. If you want to buy them you pay after class." he said

the two of the went through the sliding door and saw two doorways one with a little stick figure with a triangle for a dress over it the other with a plain stick figure. They entered the respective rooms. Harry found the little closet. he picked a pair of loose black pants (that he swore looked like the ones that he had briefly saw in a Jackie Chan movie), a black wife beater, and a black asian styled shirt(that had the fancy buttons made from string). asian shirt and pants were mad of fine silk. And Harry already knew that he was buying a couple of outfits.

He checked to make sure his little bandage things were on his tatoos and his clothes, boots and money locked up tight. He exited. Mel was just exiting her changing room as well. She had on a Chinese styled black silk dress with designs of dragons on it in red and it had two long slits from the waits down. She had similar pants that he had. The little old man motioned them to sit on a mat. They did.

"My name is Sacura. Today we are going to start with the art of yoga to stretch our bodies and relax our minds so we can further concentrate and master the martial arts and sword. Let us begin. Just copy what I do to the best of your ability. We will hold each pose for six deep breaths. Let us begin." Sacura said and stood his back facing them. He went into several pretty easy poses but then they had to balance on one foot. Harry was apprehensive but tried. He was quite surprised when he got it. he didn't know how long they had been doing it but they soon went into the last pose which was lying down on the mats arms to the side palms up eyes closed and just concentrating on his breathing he liked it. All his thoughts just melted away. His frustration and despair... gone. It was all too soon that Sacura told him to open his eyes and slowly stand up.

Sacura tuned toward him and Mel.

"Now we will start with the martial arts. What I am about to teach you is a mixture of karate, yoga, and samurai martial arts. It is highly effective for strengthening and toning your body." Sacura informed. The movements were slow and controlled as they shifted into each move. There were no pauses except when they added the swords. It was quite beautiful even though Mel and Harry kept tripping over themselves.

About 1 hour later Harry and Mel were exiting with a couple more shrunken bags of clothes. They were walking up the street by the hot topic. They apparated back to Godric's Hollow. He continued to go back to Sacura. Who began teaching him everything he knew. By the end of two weeks on January 14th, Sacura informed him there was nothing else he could do as he already knew it all and more as Harry had gotten as many books on the martial arts and such things as he possibly could. And had read them all.

Harry went home that day deep in thought knowing that he had to find the horcruxes or he would lose for sure. He knew that he had missed something...he thought back to all of the people he had ever heard of that had a name beginning with R. He made it up to the summer before fifth year before something clicked. 'REGULUS BLACK Sirius' brother had been murdered by either Voldemort or one of his death eaters' he thought to himself 'but what if there was something more?..." he got up from his bed and apparated to number 12 Grimmauld place. It was barren. He walked up to the old house and passed the door.

He walked up the stairs quietly not wanting to see if there was anyone in the house. He walked to the drawing room which was exactly as he remembered it. He lit a few candles and went to the glass cabinets. And dug around in them hoping it was still there...

"Bingo" he whispered as he pulled out the locket that no one had been able to get open. He closed the cabinets and went and sat in a nearby chair locket still in hand. He waved his gloved hand over the front and sure enough the concealment charm used on it came off revealing Slytherin's crest. Harry smiled to himself before thinking up any possible spell to get it to open.

Aftertwenty minutes Harry was getting angry at the silver trinket. Before he remembered what Dumbledore had had to do in order to get into that despicable cave so long ago... he conjured a dagger and pulled off his left glove, and pressed the dagger into his palm. Harry said a little spell he had read in one of his many books with blood involved and pressed Slytherin's crest into the small puddle of blood on his palm. There was a hissing type sound coming from him and the locket. Then to his happiness the locket popped open and he was sure that it was now 'disabled'. He hooked the locket around his neck and looked inside...it was empty.

Harry apparated back to his home and went directly to bed. Not even bothering to change into his bed clothes (i.e. his boxers). he fell into a deep sleep that got destroyed by a nightmare.

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Harry was standing in a world of black huge pairs of eyes circling him. all of them were familiar there were light brown ones, sapphire blue, hazel, and amber then there were deep brown, emerald a pale blue that he knew was lacking a twinkle, and a deep hazel. All of them were looking at him with disappointment. Tears came to his own eyes "IM SORRY..."he yelled to them. The eyes just started to drift further from him "I'm sorry... so sorry..." he mumbled, looking at the black floor.

He looked up and saw a pair of blood red eyes with reptile pupils. They stared at him with happiness. The face he never wanted to see again slowly came from the darkness. A smirk was formed on the lipless lips. "You liked it whore..." the face of Lord Voldemort whispered. Harry shook his head as the head went on saying things like "you wanted it." and "you deserved it" the very thoughts Harry had worked so hard to bury deep into the past. Were now being said...

"NOOO..."

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Harry screamed and sat bolt up right immediately silencing his screams. He brought cold and shaky hands to his damp and clammy face he took a deep breathe with his hands still covering his face. He fell back against the pillows and ran his hands through his damp hair leaving them entangled near the back of his head. Tightly gripping his hair as if to pull it out, which he was very tempted to do.

He was so sick of the nightmares that occurred every time he went to sleep. Which in itself was becoming rare...

Harry removed his hands from his hair and reached to turn the cd playeron and grab his glasses. It came on blasting; he dragged his sore body from his bed and grabbed his exercise clothes (which were his clothes he had got from Sacura.). He skipped the over shirt and just wore his black wife beater and black pants. And went to the center of the floor and began his martial art and yoga workout...

Staind's sorrowful and pissed off songs rang throughout the room as he slowly slid from pose to pose, swords in hand...

Half hour later Harry lay on the floor panting and sweaty. Harry went to scratch the back of his neck but found that there was a chain there he followed it to he front where he found a locket ...he suddenly remembered and sighed in contempt 'I finally got a missing piece of Voldemort and he still don't realize that I know or that I'm even alive!' he thought with a chuckle 'only 2 left to find and 2 more after that to kill. Now where could one be?'

He laid there on the floor for a long time till he came up with 3 possible places. '1 the forbidden forest cause there would be plenty of protection and he wasn't in the castle that long but he may have gotten into the chamber of secrets without too much hassle...then threes the place he first killed that had to have been important to him...' he thought about it for hours and began pacing but still came to no solid conclusion.

He glanced at the stack of books on his bedside table and it hit him. The only logical conclusion available. 'I have to get the pensive'