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In a hidden cavern along the English coast, a messenger arrived in front of the leader of a secretive order known as the Brotherhood of Dragon, a Shadowmaster and sensei of immeasurable esteem. "Soke," the young man bowed deeply as he spoke, "I bring news from Surrey. It appears as if a class 5 disruption has occurred, and the British Ministry of Magic has dispatched its teams to investigate, as the disturbance occurred in a non-magical area. We believe the senshuken has finally revealed himself. It is unclear as to whether this awakening was voluntary or forced. With the Aurors in place, we can get no closer to analyze the situation for ourselves and the wizards will simply contaminate the area with their inept investigation techniques. What are we to do, Soke?"
The gentleman in question simply scratched his beard for a moment and then replied, "It is rather simple. Go find out his identity, family ties and test his abilities for potential. When we are certain, then we bring him to us for training, as our sacred oath demands of us. This gaijin will be my apprentice if that should come to pass. Take a team to handle the finer details, I leave you responsible for this mission. I am showing faith in appreciation for all of your dedicated service to your clan. I feel you have done well lately and deserve the reward. Do not disappoint me or cause shame on us."
The man bowed again, "Hai! Soke, it shall be as you command and I thank you for the honor you have shown me in this endeavor. I humbly accept the challenge." Then he took his leave. The old man pondered aloud sometime later, "Why have you chosen this time? Will we be ready to train him? Will he succeed?" He sipped some sake and retired to his chambers for a quick rest.
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Mdm. Weis, the new headmistress, had arrived on the scene just in time to see the tail of the altercation between Harry and Dudley. From her vantage point, it looked as if either the waif-like loner Harry Potter had just flung Dudley like a dish rag, or Dudley had tripped somehow. She refused to believe that the size disparity between the two cousins would ever allow Harry the chance to physically best Dudley in terms of force, so she opted for the second scenario. She approached the scene and exclaimed, "What is the meaning of this? You lot had best settle down!" Suddenly the crowd of children parted like the Red Sea, and the teachers, who had been pointedly looking the other the way the whole time, sprang into action upon noticing their supervisor getting involved. Dudley and his lackeys were escorted to the infirmary, whilst Harry and Hermione were escorted to the headmistress's office.
The middle-aged Headmistress motioned Harry and Hermione into chairs, and then took her own seat, across the desk from the children. She began, "Now just exactly what was going on out there, Mister Potter? I've been warned of your ways by my predecessor, so don't try to pull any funny business with me!"
Harry sat in his chair and slumped down, his demeanor portraying that of someone who has been defeated. As she noticed Harry's resolve waiver, Hermione turned red with indignation and she spoke out first, "Actually, with all due respect, Madam Weis, Harry was not the one who started all of this! His cousin and his cousin's lot came over to the table that Harry and I were sitting at and started to bully us."
Mdm. Weis looked at Hermione suspiciously, as she paced back and forth. She asked Hermione with a condescending tone, "Surely you would not have me believe that this was a simple case of intimidation, now would you, Miss…" she paused as she tried to remember the new girl's name, "Miss Granger? I assure you I do not condone bullying in my school. However, please enlighten me as to why I should believe that my staff would ignore a situation like the one you are trying to describe to me. I sincerely doubt they would sit idly by and allow the students to behave in such a manner."
Hermione sat up a bit straighter and puffed her chest, "I'll have you know, Mdm. Weis that I do not appreciate the condescension in your tone. As I am currently advanced enough in my studies to be dissecting the works of Stephen Hawkins, and have scored exemplary marks all my scholastic career that I deserve to spoken to in a respectful manner just I am affording one to you in deference to your title as an adult in a position of authority. Now, may I please continue Mdm. Weis? "
Mdm. Weis looked almost stung at the tone of Hermione's rebuttal. She was trying desperately to avoid responding to the audacity of the young girl
Hermione smirked in satisfaction before continuing her testimony, "I had no place to sit, so I took a seat next to Harry, who was sitting alone at an empty table. He tried to warn me about the dangers of befriending him, but Dudley's mates took my book and were trying to embarrass me into abandoning Harry. I tried to reason with them but they manhandled me and Dudley threatened to assault me, as in threatening remove certain articles of my clothing and expose me to the rest of the class. I was terrified, but then Harry stood up and told his cousin to leave me alone, Dudley turned on him and charged like a raging bull elephant, but Harry evaded his cousin, and Dudley injured himself in the process! That's how it happened, so if anyone should be punished today it shouldn't be Harry!"
Mdm. Weis looked pale as the color had drained from her features in shock. These were six and seven year old children and yet if the young girl was telling the truth, the level of depravity into which Dudley Dursley had sunk at such a young age did not reflect well on his upbringing. She mentally took note of the facts in front of her. Harry was not a typical six year old. He was small for his age, and almost unwholesomely thin. His clothing was old and tattered, and seemed a few sizes too large. She could not help but wonder what had been happening behind closed doors at number 4 Privet Drive. Something was definitely ringing false between the evidence in front of her and the advice her predecessor had given her about the Potter boy.
She was about to ask a question when suddenly the door flew open and a group of strange men entered the office, each wearing strange blue robes. One was a tall dark skinned African man, well-muscled and tall. He carried himself with an air of confidence that suggested he might be the spokesperson of the intruders. The other two stood flanking him. They were each younger than the first man. One was barely above school age, while the other was a young adult. The younger man had sandy blonde hair and pale blue eyes, whilst the older had dark brown hair and almost black eyes. They were both much shorter in stature than the leader, but none of them were exactly diminutive.
In a rich bass, the leader spoke, flashing a M-I6 badge, "Pardon our intrusion, Madam, but we received a complaint of some sort of phenomena in the area and are checking the school children for exposure. Were these two outside in the courtyard earlier with the others earlier?"
Mdm. Weis peered at the photo on the badge, her steel grey eyes squinting in concentration through the spectacles. "Well, Senior Agent Shacklebolt, it seems as if your credentials are legitimate, as my husband is retired MI-6,I have seen many of the badges. I, however must insist on remaining present during your examination, as Miss Granger is of course a young girl, and you are all gentlemen. Legal issues and whatnot, you understand?"
Sr. Agent Shacklebolt grinned a beaming smile, and spoke, "Of course, Madam. We would never harm a child, and furthermore, our regulations require you to remain, present as well; especially considering en loco parentis. Since neither minor has a parent present, you must stand for them, lest we not be able to proceed." He turned to the two children, a look of kindness mixed with an implied authority washing over his features.
He tried his best to reassure the two weary children in front of him. "Mr. Potter and Miss Granger, I am Sr. Agent Kingsley Shacklebolt , and I and my colleagues are going to run a few special tests. They will not be painful, nor will you need to anything except sit still for no longer than a minute during each examination. There are a total of five tests for us to run, and then you may both freely go about your business."
The Agents, began circling the pair and waving these strange sticks and Mdm. Weis could have sworn she had seen a few glowing beams out of the corner of her eye as the agents waved various instruments over the children. Sr. Agent Shacklebolt waved a stick at her and then whispered, "Obliviate." Mdm. Weis stood in place with a strange blank look. Sr. Agent Shacklebolt then spoke again, softly, "Mdm, Weis, you will not remember anything about this visit other than Mr. Potter is a good child and deserves your protection, as is his companion, Miss Granger." He turned again to the children, and began speaking with them and calm and reassuring manner, "Mr. Potter and Miss Granger, the reason why we are actually here today is due to the strange energy surge you managed to create inadvertently in response to dangerous situation. Have either of you ever had something strange or extraordinary occur around you during moments of anger or fear?"
Both children looked at each other in utter surprise at the question, and then Harry immediately sprung out of his chair and rolled between Hermione and the agents. As he was diving into the roll, a wave of strange light shot from his hand and struck the agents Each one was holding a stick and the sticks flew from their grasps as soon as the wave struck them. Each of the agents were thrown back against the wall behind them,
Harry shouted, "Leave us alone! I do not know what you did to Mdm. Weis just now, but I shall not have you doing that to either of us! We are going to call our parents and then you can speak to them, as 'Mione here being the brilliant young lady she is, deftly caught your sticks as they flew away from you. None of you are leaving nor are you lot getting these back until our parents say it is safe!"
Harry turned to Hermione who was blushing at being complimented by her best friend. Harry asked her softly, "'Mione, can you please step over and ring your mum to come to the school. I highly doubt my aunt would care, so it will be your Mum's call for the both of us."
She blushed even further at Harry using a nick name, which from he alone did she find it nice. Hermione responded, "Oh Harry! Of course, I would be delighted to ring my mum. She would never resist a chance to see this! " She approached the telephone on the desk and pressed the numbers ringing her mum at the dental office. After a brief conversation, Hermione smiled and gave Harry a big thumbs-up gesture, and mouthing "five minutes." Harry rolled his eyes with a sarcastic grimace, then stuck out his tongue playfully. Hermione disconnected the line and replaced the receiver. Harry just shook his head mirthfully as Hermione playfully swatted his shoulder exclaiming, "You prat!" Harry froze the playfulness draining rapidly from his face as a look of pained betrayal began to replace it. Hermione then put her hand over her mouth as she realized what she had just done. With a mortified expression, Hermione responded, "Oh Harry! I am so sorry, I did not realize-I mean, I would never!" Harry relaxed as her words pleaded for him to forgive her. He let out a deep breath and his expression softened until she could not see any signs of Harry's discomfort. She wondered if this strange feeling she felt in her chest was anything close to what she had read about in her mum's secret stash of trashy romance novels. She may not have quite understood most of the scenes, they all describe that feeling in the heroine's belly.
Hermione had definitely felt that as Harry had held her hand and called her "'Mione." She knew in that moment that she might have been too young to understand it all, she had small crush on Harry. She pictured herself and Harry as teenagers holding hands and kissing in the moonlight by a lakeshore somewhere. She may not be ready for a boyfriend, not by a long shot, but when she was, she wanted that boy to be Harry Potter. Her mind was set. Her mother arrived just in time to see what seemed absolutely adorable, as she saw a rather cute but slightly scrawny boy looking at her daughter with a confused, wild look in his eye as her daughter looked at him in a sweet innocent puppy dog-crush. She was smiling a huge smile and blushing but her eyes seemed to hold a fierce protective edge to them, but mainly seemed completely taken with the young boy. Mrs. Granger just smiled warmly and then switched into a Grand Inquisitor mode.
She approached the agents with a look of fierce protectiveness like only a mother would give to protect her young. She began, "Hermione and Harry, would you two be so kind as to step outside for a brief moment so I might be able to address this lot. I plan on being a rather more frank than I normally would be, and I would not care for you to witness this at your ages."
The two children left hands held as they sat on the bench outside the office, while they could hear quite clearly what was being discussed by the adults. They heard every word and Hermione was proud of how vehemently her mother took them to task. Mdm. Weis had somehow came out of her stupor, but was unable to explain how she had entered it, nor what thee agents were doing in her office, as none of them were speaking, except Sr. Agent Shacklebolt. The others were still slumped over unconscious from the blast into the wall. Shacklebolt simply evaded, deflected and redirected every question the two women tried to throw at him. When Mdm. Weis escorted the children back into the room, Shacklebolt simply summoned the agents sticks and then they disappeared in a blink, with a parting comment, "I am not your enemy children, but was simply trying to determine your status. Fear not, for the two of you are very special indeed. Look at the world with an open and mind and everything will make sense, by the summer of your eleventh years." He disappeared with a popping sound as did the two others, leaving behind a room full of shocked women and two very puzzled children. What had Harry done, who were these agents, and what did that crazy man mean? Of course the most burning question was how did he fade into thin air along with the others?