A/N: Hey! Welcome back to Divided Resolve! Now, due to the fact that the last chapter was probably
confusing, and I was very tired when I wrote it, things were probably not as explained as they should
have been. Harry DOES know about magic, he'd be stupid not to know anything about it after
14 years, with strange things happening around it, and yes, he can do wandless magic.
But he does NOT know about the usual things, like the supposed limitations of magic, the
incantations, the animals, the books, or potion making, which explains his confusion at the encounter
with the vampire. He also does not know anything about a wand.
He also has many connections, because he has spent many nighttime strolls learning how
to defend himself.
So, hopefully, this clears some things up.
So now, lets get back to the story.
-------------------------------------------------- Divided Resolve
Chapter 2
- Harry Potter Meets The Weasleys
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"Fuck," was the only thing Harry said as he stared at the man smiling cheerfully before him. He had to figure
out a way to keep the man from getting his sword. Annoying or not, the sword had proved useful in many situations,
and it had also earned him a quite a bit of money from the people he had saved. It didn't matter that he was forced into
it, it was his sword dammit!
With this sentiment in mind, he did the only thing that came to mind, he punched the man square in the jaw, and
sent him over the stair rails. With a dull thud, he landed on the garbage cans below.
Harry looked down. 'I have got to start bringing that crap to the trach collector,' he thought to himself,
as he surveyed the man struggling to get up from the overflowing garbage.
Smirking to himself, he closed the door and locked it.
He had just started the music player with Metallica songs when the door to his apartment burst open.
He turned around and saw the man again, this time, no longer smiling.
'He looks like he could use a shower,' Harry thought cheerfully as the man rubbed some rotten
banana peels off his shoulder. Harry sniffed the air and voiced his thoughts to the man.
The man growled. "You. .."
Harry raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have dropped it, and I've become quite
attached to it now, so I guess you're out of luck." The man's face grew red.
He said slowly, "How about we start over, brat. My name is Thomas Darnell, and if
you don't give me the sword, I will slice you up, and I will take the sword anyways."
Harry raised his eyebrow again. "You obviously must have huge delusions of.....
something," Harry tried to start, but not being able to find anything, continued on.
"I won't give you the sword, but you'll have a very hard time getting it from me when
you've been sent to hell." The man, Thomas, smirked, and quicker then Harry could
track him, unsheathed his sword and sent a blindingly brilliant light towards him.
Now, Harry knew that this was magic, he'd be stupid not to recognize it, and he also
knew getting hit wasn't a very good choice, so he ducked, and barely managed to
avoid getting his head blown off.
He looked up, only to realize Thomas had already gotten closer to the sword than Harry
would have liked. Growling, he made to move, but his efforts were for nothing.
The instant the man touched the hilt of the sword, a bright flash of light sent him sprawling
across the floor. Harry and Thomas were both dumbfounded.
"Well, its never done that before," Harry said after a moment of silence. Thomas looked at him sharply.
"You mean you've been able to use this thing?" Harry nodded.
Thomas sighed sat down on one of the chairs in the living room.
Harry bristled. The man had just sat down on his chair. Normally he wouldn't
have a problem with this, but he was fouling up his favorite recliner! Harry sat down and resolved
to kick the mans' ass later.
Thomas raised an eyebrow as the boy before him seemed to be annoyed by his sitting down on the chair.
He smirked in satisfaction. 'Serves him right,' he thought, 'damn brat had to take the sword.'
'Poor girl though,' he added on, remembering the event two weeks before. He also
couldn't insult the brat's taste in comfort.
"Let me explain a couple of things," he began. "That sword, is a Sword of the Daiven."
Seeing the brat raise an eyebrow. he explained further. "The Sword of the Daiven is not just a sword,
it's five swords, which each one bearing a different characteristic. The Sword of the Daiven
have a specific element tied to them, the first one, being fire, the second sword, has water,
third has earth, the fourth has wind."
"Now," he paused, "The fifth one, is different from the other's in the fact that it's tied to the person
it deems worthy to wield it. The others, however, can only be wielded by someone who is a Daiven Knight."
"A Daiven Knight, is part of an organization, the White Cross organization to be exact, we are a group of
people, chosen by the White Cross Council to eliminate any demonic activity that we hear about."
He paused here to let Harry absorb the information, and then he continued. "Vampires and the like, yes they exist,
we don't bother with, unless they get out of hand, we hunt down, the demons. They, cause huge trouble, and lots of destruction,
and they are, notoriously hard to take down, even with four Daiven Knights active."
He paused again. "The White Cross does, what we believe, and we know this to be true, the work of God.
We eliminate these damned demons and send them back to Hell, where they belong. There has only been
four Daiven Knights at a time. Recently though, we heard rumors of there being a fifth Daiven Sword around."
He paused to take a drink from a glass of water that he had conjured. Harry, realizing his throat was rather
dry as well, walked to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of Sam Adam's White Ale. Thomas,
being a rather devout Daiven Knight, frowned at the idea of a minor drinking, but seeing as he was a guest,
a rather unwilling one at that, couldn't help but recommend the brat's choice of alcohol. Not that he would ever admit it,
he continued on.
" You shouldn't drink, and -" Harry interrupted, "You shouldn't be such a foul smelling pedophillic priest, but
I haven't said anything." Thomas bristled, and Harry smirked.
"Anyways, we hade always heard legends of a fifth Daiven sword, but we knew that it was most likely that, a legend,
however, recent activity has lead us to believe it exists, and the fact that I had it, before you so callously stole it-" Harry smirked,
he glared.
"I was able to find out many things about it. It can be wielded by anyone, but once it has found someone it deems its
rightful owner, no one else can touch it, let alone use it in combat, without the express permission of said owner."
It differentiates from its brothers in the fact that it does not care who it deems its owner, demon, human, in the case
of William Walace, or Daiven Knight. It's also different, because it has many elements tied to it.
The basic elements are tied to it, as well as others, but its two main elements, are elements that should never have been
able to work together."
He paused again, a rather annoying habit, Harry noted, and continued.
"These two elements, are unwieldable powers, unless channeled by an object, or magic,
but the magics themselves require long and lengthy incantations, that really limit their use. These powers,
are the powers of Heaven and Hell themselves."
Harry, who was in the process of taking a drink from his bottle, choked.
"The way the sword is used depends completely on the intent of its owner, to heal or to kill,
light or dark, righteousness, or evilness. It's a powerful tool, and even more powerful
in the hands of its owner. Which I guess would be you."
He stood up, Harry gazed curiously at him. Thomas said one last thing,
"Remember this brat, the sword is not a plaything, how you use it is up to you,
and it can only be unowned, figuratively speaking, by your death, and if you haven't named
a second owner in its place. But if-" here, his eyes glowed with an immense power, and Harry managed
to refrain from showing his slight apprehension.
"If you decide to go towards the path of darkness, then be assured, I will find you, and I will send you down
into the deepest depths of Hell where you belong!"
Harry shuddered this time, and knew, somehow, he knew, why this man was chosen to be a Knight.
Thomas smiled, and all his power seemed to recede into him.
"On happier thoughts, I congratulate you on becoming the very first, fifth Daiven Knight. We'll contact you by letter in a bit."
And with that, he disappeared with a pop.
Harry blinked, and downed the rest of his bottle. "I have so got to learn how to do that."
The door bell rang again. Sighing, Harry made his way over to the door, and opened it, to find
an old man, with the most appalling fashion sense. Behind him were a man with greasy hair, a strict looking woman,
and a man, who Harry couldn't help but feel some sort of connection to.
Smirking inside at the appalled look from the strict woman, the raised eyebrow from the hooked nose man,
the twinkle of the old man, and the approving look from the other one, he threw the bottle at the wall of the apartment, where it shattered.
With a outward smirk this time, he said, "Well ladies, come in, and help yourself to any alcohol you may want to."
The man let out a barking laugh.
Break.---------------
While the consversation had been going on between Harry and Thomas.
Dumbledore was having a staff meeting for the summer. He had just finished telling
his teachers, the ones he trusted anyways, about Sirius' innocence, the upcoming Triwizard tournament,
information about Harry, when an alarm on his desk started flashing.
All noise ceased, and Dumbledore held his breath, the flashing didn't stop. He let out a breath and utrned around,
smiling.
"Ladies and gentleman," he said, I believe we have just managed to pinpoint Harry Potter's location. The people gasped.
"How?" McGonagall asked, with the other teachers, plus Sirius nodding in agreement.
Dumbledore smiled. "I placed a tracking charm on Mr. Potter when I delivered him to the Dursleys' long ago. You see,
it tracked his magic, and anything magical in his presence, it wouldflash every now and then over the years, but now,
it's displaying a very strong reaction to Harry's magic, so, let us make haste to his location. Sirius, you come too."
Sirius' head raised up with hopefulness and anticipation from finally being able to meet his godson, after 14 long years.
They walked into the alleyway the locator lead them too, hardly believing this was where Harry Potter lived.
Snape snorted, "Of course the famous Harry Potter would go out of his way to make things troublesome for us, what with his father being
such an arrogant bighead."
Sirius snarled at him, "Snape, I swear to God, if you say anything to Harry I will take your balls' and shove them up your-"
Where he would shove Snape's balls would never be known, however, as they had reached the door of Harry's apartment.
Ringing the doorbell, everyone hushed up, and waited, with bated breath, as the door slowly opened.
The sight they got was the last thing they ever expected to see.
It was Harry Potter alright, there was no mistaking the scar on his forehead.
However, they did not expect him to live in a relatively well furnished apartment, with muggle electronics
here and there, and high quality paintings on the walls. (A/N's Note: I DID say Harry took a lot of night time strolls didn't I?"
They did NOT expect him to be holding a empty bottle of muggle liquor, in muggle clothes, with rock music
blaring from a strange device in the living room. They winced at the guitars, and the lyrics of the music blaring.
Suicide, I've already died, It's just the funeral I've been waiting for,
Cyanide, living dead inside, break this empty shell forever more
The reactions though, were noticeably different for each person with them.
Dumbledore's twinkle only grew more pronounced, Snape
raised an eyebrow , hiding his shock rather well, McGonagall tried, and failed,
to hide a gasp, Sirius, however, let out a barkinf laugh of approval at his godson's choice
in music, and clothing.
As Harry had blonde streaks in his hair, contacts to remove the need for glasses,
a Rise Against shirt that had the message, 'We have one planet, one chance' and worn
out jeans, he looked noticeably badass.
Smirking, he invited them in, insulting all of them in the process.
Break To Harry-----------------
They sat down in the living room. Silence bathed the room for a few seconds
before Harry broke it. "So....." he drawled, "what did you guys with horrible fashion sense
decide to come here for." Snape and McGonagall bristled, while the other to merely smiled.
"Let me explain Harry," Dumbledore said, and he proceeded to explain what happened 14 years
ago with the Dursely's, Sirius being his godfather, the wizarding world, and magic.
(A/N: If you think I'm gonna go through all of that when I just explain a crapload of information with Harry and Thomas, you've got another thing coming. You should know it by now anyways.)
Dumbledore finished telling thje story and they waited for a reaction from Harry. What they got
was not expected.
In fact, it wasn't at all what they expected.
They had expected temper, anger, sadness, or any number of those things, but what they did not expect
was a calm calculating expression to come over the boy's face.
"So," Harry said slowly, "let me get this straight, he" he pointed to Sirius, "is my godfather, but was unable to obtain guardianship of me
because of a blunder by him and my father's friends, but mainly because you-" here he pointed to Dumbledore, "were unable to
ensure that he got a fair trial, even though you had the power to do so." Taken aback, Dumbledore could only nod.
"You," Harry began again, with the music finally turning off, "are the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and
I was supposed to get my letter when I was eleven, but due to the fact that you didn't expect the Dursleys to be heartless sons of bitches,
the letter was mailed to them." They nodded, he began again, "And so you met up with them, and they, being unable to comprehend anything
that's going to shatter their miserable existance or normalcy, because let's face it, being normal is overrated,
they threw you out, without telling you they put me in an orphanage."
They nodded. He paused for a moment, and began again.
"Well, fuck-a-doodle-doo Dumbledore, I accept your little invitation, but I also have an amazing story to tell you."
And with that, he began his story of what occured two weeks ago, up to them knocking at the door.
"..and here you all are," he finished, in the middle having gotten another bottle of White Ale.
McGonagall's nostril's flared, "Mr. Potter, I do not believe you are at the appropriate age to be drinking, so if you would please..."
She left the implied order unfinished.
Harry laughed, "I don't believe I was the appropriate age to be knocked around by the Dursleys, or by orphanage caretaker either,
or to watch my best, and only friend die, so if you would excuse me for having to find something to drown my sorrows in, you can all
go fuck yourselves." The group were shocked by his bitterness, and Snape found himself having to redefine his opinion of the boy
just a little. Nevertheless he found the ability to insult the boy.
"Boy," he snarled, "don't you give us that tongue. Just like your father always prancing around with an ego bigger than
his penis, although, that wasn't very hard-" he was unable to finish this kind sentiment however, as Harry had
summoned hiw sword from the wall it had been leaning against.
He pinned Snape up against the wall and shoved his face close to Snapes'.
"Listen here Professor Snape, I don't know what he did to you, and I don't really care, but he was a much better man
then you must have been, seeing as you reported the prophecy to Voldemort-" the others gasped, he smiled coldly.
"Of course I know the prophecy, you can't expect having this scar, not to know some things about the man you all feared so much?"
Dumbledore coughed slightly, and said with a forlorn expression, "Harry, my boy, I am truly sorry you had to go through this-"
Harry interrupted, "Save it Dumbledore, what's done is done, though I don't see how you, with all of your magical power, couldn't
have managed to check up on me from time to time."
Dumbledore was sufficiently silenced, and Sirius, who had been trying to get his word in the whole time, finally managed to do so.
"Well, Harry, I am your godfather, so, I would like to know, if I am ever declared innocent, if you like to come and live
with me?" Harry paused, his anger receding.
"I don't know, honestly, I've been living on my own for so long, it'd kinda be a shock to my system," seeing Sirius' face fall, he hurriedly continued,
"but I'll think about it alright?" Sirius looked up again, grinnning with a glow that seemed to lift years off his face.
Dumbledore asked, with a calculating expression, to repeat what he said about he Daiven Knights, Harry shrugged and did so.
"I don't know about you, but they all need to get laid." Dumbledore beamed at this sentiment, while the others choked on their own spittle.
"Well, Mr. Potter, I believe it is time for you to finally get your letter," and with that he present Harry with is letter.
"I also believe it would be best if you stayed with a family for the remainder of the summer, so here are instructions
to get to the Weasley's house," and with that, he presented another letter to Harry. Along with a bag containing
what looked like ash.
Dumbledore smiled, "The instructions, as I have said before, are in the letter."
With that, he disappeared with a pop. The others followed suit.
Harry blinked and rubbed the bridge of his nose,
'I have really got to learn how to do that,' he thought to himself in annoyance.
With that he decided it would be best to live with a family for the remainder of his summer, and,
looking around at his various possessions, packed what he needed.
Of course, what he needed, and what we think we would need are two completely different things.
Yes he packed what we would pack, but he also packed a few extras
Such as, his guns, his knives, and his sword.
He also packed his MP3 Player, a stero for his MP3 Player,and various other weapons and cash.
He also texted Felicia, that he was going to be away for a bit.
After all, can't let the lady who took care of you when ever you came in to her bar worry too much.
With that, he read the instructions in the letter, and stepping into his fireplace, feeling a bit foolish, threw the
powder too the floor, shouting, "Weasley's Residence!"
Molly Weasley was just eating her diinner with her family when the fireplace flared up.
Turning around, with her children doing the same, a boy, along with two or three suitcases,
came falling out of the fireplace.
He got up, dusted himself off, and looked around, surveying the area the way a spy would, when he noticed them.
"Um, hi," the boy said slowly, "I'm Harry Potter, Dumbledore sent me here, and can I have some food please?"
Ginny giggled.
Molly quickly ushered Harry over to a seat, telling him where his room was, and telling him to have
as much food as he felt he needed.
Harry sat and began eating. Noticing the silence around him, he looked up to find the family staring at him.
"What?" he asked, after swallowing the food in his mouth.
A redheaded boy, scratch that, they were all redheaded, so he resolved to call them by numbers.
Anyways, Redhead Boy #1 swallowed his food and asked, "Are you really Harry Potter?"
Harry, decidedly feeling like making a comment, proceeded to first, check his wallet, throwing out his social security number,
his apartment ID, and, feeling creative, took off his shirt, and checked himself. Looking at himself, he nodded, and proceeded
to strip untill he was only in his boxers, revealing a lithe, lightly muscled frame that most 14 year old teens did not have. The redheaded
girl blushed, but this passed as she realized there were scars over his body from the many beatings Mr. Peters gave him.
The others watched as he proceeded to reach into his boxers and grope himself a bit.
He sat down, and cast a spell to make his hands clean.
He took another bite of the food lain out before him, and said, "To answer your question, yes, I do believe I am Harry Potter."
The family stared at him with wide eyes from his display.
Feeling satisfied, he finished his food, put his plate in the sink, and making sure all eyes were on him, tried something he had been thinking about while stipping for them.
Thinking about the room the mother told him he was sharing, he thought about being there, and using his magic to appear there.
With a small pop!, he appeared, in a room, and thought for a second that it hadn't worked.
Then he realized the room was painted with orange, blinding orange, with moving poster of a team riding on broomsticks.
Deciding to ask the family about the strange sport later, he heard the girl ask her mother, "Can he do that without the ministry
owling him?" He smirked.
END
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A/N: So, what do you think of this chapter? It's a bit more informative and put together then the last one, and I hope the
length is good enough.
So, Harry's first day with the Weasleys, and he has the entire month and a half to live with them.
A bit more info about this chapter
Daiven is just something I made up for the White Cross Organization,
Harry will have some conflicts with the White Cross, along with the Council later.
And how do you like me starting this type of story in Harry's fourth year?
In stead of his fifth or his sixth, like I've seen others.
R & R please
There probably won't be a pairing in this one.