A/N: Alright, this chapter will feature.... you'll just have to wait and see
Unless you read the last chapter, then you kinda know what's gonna happen...

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Chi Vayne: The uprooting part is a bit confusing, but considering that Harry was slightly drunk, he kinda has to do
what Dumbledore requests. The relationship with Ron and Hermione is..... a complicated one, they're friends, but they're not friends.
Harrys just a reluctant friend. In a way.

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Alright... let's get back to the story

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The Daiven Knight

- Voices Do You No Good

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Harry sighed as he woke up. He felt unbelievably cranky.

Nothing good ever came out of him being cranky.

Ever.

Groaning he headed into the bathroom, and saw, at the door, to his everlasting delight, the twins.

He liked the twins.

He just didn't like how they went overboard on their pranks.

It was a turn off, really.

He made a desperate dash for the bathroom.

It almost failed. The twins, upon seeing his mad dash, quickly tried to grab ahold of him.
It was for naught, however, as Harry had done a baseball slide into the bathroom behind him and shut the door.

To the twins, it looked like he just tripped.

As Harry brushed his teeth, he made sure he had everything on him.

'Okay,' he thought to himself, 'Wand, .357 Magnum, Smith & Wesson 500, ammo.... and the sword,'
he sighed as the feeling of crankiness appeared again.

It wasn't really crankiness, it was more like, a sixth sense for when his life was about to get even more complicated.

Useful, unless you didn't know what you were supposed to avoid.

And he didn't, most of the time.

'Okay,' he mused silently. 'I could go ahead and wear clothes traditional to the standard of formality that these fucks do, or...'

He grinned, and walked over to his trunk. He quickly laid out a selection of shirts.
Quickly thinking it over, he decided to choose a band shirt.

He decided to put on the Rise Against shirt. The one that had the pictures of all the dead animals being, well, killed.

'Sad,' he thought to himself, as he quickly pulled over the shirt.

He examined himself in the mirror.

Above the picture of the various body of animals in some horrifying position, the words read, ' Are you ready to fall?' and below that,
there was another quote, saying, 'We have one planet, one chance,'

It was similar to his other RA shirt, but not as much outrage.

He pulled on his tattered jeans, and his Vans, and he mulled over his outfit.

'Fine, shirt goes well with the jeans, and you look as devilishly handsome as ever, Mr. Potter,' It had always been his belief, that Mr. Peters
didn't like just because he looked so much better then him.

He mentioned this to him one day.
He went to bed, no dinner.

Until Amaris snuck him up some.

It was worth it though.

Grinning, he fixed in his earring to his left lobe.

It was a simple one, all it was, was a small skull. It made a statement though.

Giving himself another once-over, he left for the breakfast that he knew would shake things up, just a little bit.

Dumbledore smiled as he surveyed the early risers. Few of the students ever woke up so early, but the ones that did, usually
had all the time in the world to do what they needed to do before classes started.

Over the years, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger had become reliable as the earliest people to wake up.
This was debateable on Mr. Weasley's half however, as he wouldn't fully wake up until fifteen minutes into it.

An admirable feat for someone so young.

He frowned, however, as Mr. Potter walked into the Great Hall.

The teachers sitting at the Staff's Table choked on their breakfast.

Harry was dressed worse then when they had come to visit him.

'I must really get that boy some new clothes,' he thought to himself, while the teachers threw him furtive glances.
' Perhaps I could get him some matching robes,' He breifly thought about Harry in a miniature version of his robes, and
dismissed the thought.

Harry walked into the Great Hall and sat down next to Ron and Hermione.
He quickly noted the silence, and shrugged.

Ron and Hermione gapped at him.

Looking up, he smirked.

"Yeah that's right baby birds, oh I'll feed you," Hermione, getting the implication, squeeked and shut her mouth, blushing
furiously. Ron, however, stared at him, befuddled.

McGonagall came around and started passing out the schedules.

Harry looked at it and looked up at the others, currently unable to talk due to the volume of food that had been shoveled into his mouth.

Hermione, giving a huff of impatience, grabbed all three of their schedules and examined it closely.

"We both have double potions today, first start, and we have transfiguration right after." Hermione told them.

Harry gave the okay.

Soon, they began the long walk to the dungeons, Harry garnering the occasional look, or, in fact, lustful looks from the female
population.

Snape descended down on the class. Keeping them quiet with a single glance.
Harry couldn't help but admire this talent.

That... could be useful,' he thought silently.

Snape continued, "Today, you will pair up, and choose a potion to brew, on your own. You will come to me with your partner,
and you will each share the grade. If I hear, that anyone is not doing their share of the work, you both, will fail."

He paused. "I also must welcome, our, new, celebrity, Mr. Harry Potter."

Harry glanced up from choosing his song. Snape's eyes glittered.

"Tell Mr. Potter, what would I get from a beazor?"

Harry paused, "I'm assuming from the stomah of a goat, but since you asked what, I'm going to
go ahead and say a cure for most posions, if you can actually get it down into your throat."

Snape frowned.
"A point, will be taken from Gryffindor for your cheek Mr. Potter."

He glanced around. "Well, what are you all waiting for? Partner up!"

Harry glanced around, seeing Ron and Hermione throwing him apologetic glances, he decided to look
around for a Slytherin.

Seeing one, he rushed over to her, and sat down.

"Hi," he said, smiling, "I'm Harry Potter, and you're gonna be my new partner,"

The Slytherin girl in question, gave him a once over, and proceeded to ask him what the hell he was doing.

"Well," he said slowly, "I think I'm getting a partner, who happens to be a Slytherin, because I think Snape likes you,
and as such, he won't grade me as harshly if I were to work with another partner who was, say.... a Gryffindor."

The girl smirked.

"I'm Daphne Greengrass, and I guess we'll have to be working together now won't we?"

Harry nodded, "Quite, and it doesn't help you have nice legs either,"

Daphne gaped.

Smirking, Harry dragged her up to Professor Snape's desk, and stood in line.

Suddenly, just as they were about to reach the desk, they heard a voice, a very familiar voice that Harry had never wanted to hear ever
again.

"Greengrass! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Harry and Daphne turned around.

Malfoy gasped, along with the rest of the class.

Snape raised an eyebrow.

Harry turned Daphne around and said calmly, "Go ahead and put us as partners Professor, and we want to do an original potion."

Snape's eyebrows shot up, along with most of the classes. Some because they couldn't believe it, some because they had ignored the partnership until now, and some because they didn't have the ability to raise only one eyebrow.

Snape paused.

"And do you two have a name, for this potion?" Harry glanced over at Daphne, and answered for the both of them.

"Nex Solvo," he answered, appearing unfazed.

Daphne nudged him. "What the hell do you think you're doing Potter?" she hissed.
Harry calmly ignored her.

Snape leaned forward on the desk. "What, do you hope to accomplish with this potion, Mr. Potter?"

Harry frowned as he detected no trace of hostility.

"I hope to cure a disease that has brought pain to me, and many others," he said slowly.

Snape leaned back, "Well, what is this disease? Lycanthropy? Vampirism?"

Harry paused, "No.... it's to cure a muggle disease," The class gapped.

Malfoy laughed. "You're wasting your time Potter, trying to give a muggle a potion clearly violates-"

Harry turned around. "No, it does not! The Statue of Secrecy only covers magic made by a wand, however, potions, given to a muggle
who already knows about magic, violates nothing!"

Snape interrupted, "I believe Mr. Potter is correct, Mr. Malfoy, while his cause is a noble one" here, he sneered, "he will find that it is impossible
to create his own potion in a months time. But I am curious, Mr. Potter, what disease could you be trying to cure?"

Harry swallowed, "Cancer."

Snape's eyes narrowed, "You are aware that a cure for types of cancer has already been created?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah, but I'm talking about leukemia, brain cancer, bone cancer, and various other types."

Snape nodded slowly. "Very well Mr. Potter, you will have my full support in this one," The class once again gapped. "You will need my permission to get into my private stores, but what ever materials you need, I will get for you." Harry nodded.

Snape glanced around.

"What are you all waiting for?" He barked, "Get up here!"

Harry and Daphne sat back down.

"So, Potter, how do you plan to do such a thing?" Daphne drawled.

Harry looked over at her, "I already have half of the potion made, all I need, are the magical ingrediants, and research, and time."

Daphne frowned, "It's not even supposed to have been started on yet Potter."

Harry smirked, "What they don't know won't hurt them," Daphne nodded slowly, and examined him.

'So, Potter has a soft spot for the muggles, eh?' Daphne thought, examining his earring.

"Why do you want to do this," Daphne asked. "None fo your buisness!" Harry snapped. Daphne proceeded to tell him that if he wanted her
help, then he would have to explain why.

Harry sighed, and put both hands on the back of his head.

"I'm using it, for a friend," he said slowly, "that's all you need to know," Harry said, with the meaning being clear.

Help me, or I'll do it one my own.

Daphne smirked, "Fine, Potter,"

Harry smirked, in return and proceeded to set up the cauldron, and explain where he was in the process.

They had been arguing for several minutes now, about whether or not to use a beazor, or boomslang skin, when Snape came to inspect their
work. He glanced down at the frothing liquid. "Might I suggest dragon's blood? It would work better then either of the two you are suggesting,
and it would reduce any unwanted side effects."

Harry nodded. Snape gave him a once-over, and walked away.

The bell rang, Harry and Daphne nodded at each other, and left to their respective classes.

Professor McGonagall gave the instructions to the class.

They were to summon objects out of thin air.

Otherwise known as conjuring. Harry loved it.

He was the first one to get done, with the class staring at him, again, as within minutes of McGonagall telling them
to try to conjure a goblet, he conjured one, elegantly encrusted with rubies and saphirre.

McGonagall gave him a rare smile, and told him he had no homework.

Hermione huffed.

Harry smirked.

Too soon, however, the classes were over, and they recieved news of Beaubaxtons and Durmstrang arriving that night,

They arrived alright, with the students admiring the entrances of each. Harry snorted.

"What's the matter Harry?" Hermione asked. "Amateurs," Harry said peevishly, "they need to make their
entrance better. I could do a better one with my hands tied behind my back."

Hermione snorted this time, with Ron pointing out Krum.

Harry glanced over at him, and shrugged.

However, to end this all, when both schools finally decided to end the show off, something else happened.

A shriek roared across the hall, making some students cringe, and others appearing to be calm.

Moody was one of the ones who cringed, however, and Harry narrowed his eyes at the man.

'Isn't Moody an ex-auror?' he questioned himself silently, 'What the hell's he doing cringing from a phoenix?'

The phoenix, as Harry had guessed it was going to be, roared into the Great Hall.

This was no regular phoenix, as regular phoenixes weren't that big.

Harry could also assume that phoenixes weren't white. As this phoenix, was a brilliant white, and it held itself high.
Harry stared at it, it stared back.

"What the fuck do you want you sodding piece of dung?" Harry finally asked.

The group collectively gasped.

Harry then noticed the letter attached to the leg of the phoenix.

You need to relax, Divided One, I am not here to harm you.
Harry jumped. 'What the fuck?'
I am sent by the White Cross, now farewell.

Harry was just about to open the letter when he noticed the people staring at him.

"What the fuck are you guys looking at?"

This was bullshit! If these people really thought they were gonna stare at him, then they-
Harry calmed himself down. Confused, he didn't hear Dumbledore rise and announce that they had until the end of the week to
put their names in the Cup.

He also didn't notice as Dumbledore called a staff meeting, and for Harry to come along.

Harry sat impatiently in Dumbledore's office. He held the letter in his hand, and he noticed the phoenix staring at him.

After a few moments, he couldn't take it anymore. "What!?" he growled.

A light laughter filled his head. Relax, Divided One, you are in no danger

He growled, "I'm hearing voices inside my head, and I don't know where they're coming from. I would say I'm in plenty
of danger!"

You can talk to me inside your head, Divided One.
Harry let out a sigh. "This better?" Much.

Dumbledore came down from the stairs leading up to... a place.

Harry didn't know where it lead to, but he resolved ot find out.

Dumbledore sat down and smiled calmly at him.

Harry growled and sat back.

This proceeded on for a few minutes before Dumbledore finally said something.

"I'm assuming that this has something to do with the White Cross?" he said, eyes twinkling.

Harry snorted. "A bunch of jackasses finding a way to do something that could have easily been done in the morning? Obviously."

Dumbledore gave him a warning look. "I do not believe it would be wise to insult them, Harry, it can lead to unforseen consequences."

Harry snorted again. "Are we done here?"

Dumbledore sighed, "No Harry, I'm afraid not, I need to know the contents of that letter."

Harry shrugged, and was about to open it when the phoenix talked to him again.

It would be best if you opened it when you are alone, Divided One...
"Fine."

Harry said slowly, "I don't believe that would be wise, Dumbledore, your phoenix just told me to open it when I'm alone."
Dumbledore looked sharply at the phoenix. "Fawkes?"
The phoenix hopped over and they stared at each other for a few minutes.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Very well, Harry, you can open it on your own, but I would suggest tonight."

Harry nodded, and apparated to the Gryffindor common room.

Harry appeared to Ron and Hermione playing chess, with Ron clearly winning, and other various students doing something or other.

He couldn't really be bothered to care.

They cared though, if a student appeared out of no where in their common room.

Silence.

Again.

Harry smirked and apparated to his room, and opened the letter.

With a flash of light, Harry disappeared.

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Dumbledore sighed as he felt Harry's presence leave the school.

He wished the boy luck on what was coming.

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Harry blinked as he was immediately sat down on a chair.

Four robed people grabbed him and took him into a room, where six people sat.

Harry blinked.

The four people who grabbed him put down their hoods.

They bowed to the six sitting above them.

Harry recognized only one person, Thomas Darnell.

Their was an empty seat in the middle of the six, however, but a man, came and sat down between them.

Harry blinked.

"Who the hell are you people?"

Noise.

The oldest one, the one sitting in the middle, raised his hand. Silence reigned upon the room.

"Do you know who we are, Harry Potter?"

Harry blinked. "Obviously not, or I would be demanding that you feed me."
More chatter.

The man sitting on the far left let out an indigant cry. "You see? This is why he cannot be a Daiven Knight! He is completely-"
The man on the right of him interrupted him. "Silence! He has the sword so-"
He, was interrupted by another man, and as such, the middle man, slammed his hand on the table.

Silence reigned again.

Clearing his throat, the man spoke to Harry.

"We, are the White Cross Organization, and we need to know whether or not you accept the terms of being a Daiven Knight."
Harry blinked, "What are the terms?"

The middle man explained. In essence, Harry mused, it was the same as the swords agreement.
Realizing the man was done, Harry nodded.

The man smiled. "Well, then, Harry Potter, I welcome you, as the fifth Daiven Knight!"

Harry frowned, "So," he said slowly, "Ill have to work with these fucks?" The fucks he so callously referred to bristled.

The man in the middle frowned.

"Rest assured, Mr. Potter, sword or no sword. You will respect this organization."

Harry smirked, "Yeah, right, okay."

Suddenly, a great pain filled him. He fell to the ground, gasping. "Dammit," he said, "Not this shit again."

The pain suddenly stoped. "Again? What do you mean again?"

Harry couldn't tell where the voice came from.

Harry explained his encounter with the orbs.

Silence.

The middle man proceeded to ignore the others and tell him that he had a mission.
Harry growled. "A mission? You gotta be shit-" The sword suddenly gave out a wail, glowing brightly.

Glancing back, he reluctantly replied, "Fine."

The middle man smiled, "Will the Daiven Knights reveal the client?"

The Knights parted, to reveal.

A girl. Around Harry's age.

The man smiled again. "Let me introduce you. This is Amy, Amy, Harry, Harry, Amy. Now, that man over there, is Jack.

The Daiven Knights, in order, now are Jack, Daniel, Thomas, Bill, and you, Harry."
He cleared his throat. "The mission, is to protect Thomas' daughter, you are to make sure no harm
becomes of her. Are we clear?" Harry nodded.

He stared at the girl, Amy.

Amy was blonde, a little bit shorter then Harry, and had a happy-go-lucky attitude.

Harry growled.

"This is not going to be fun."

Amy smiled at him, and they, meaning the people in the room, proceeded to tell Harry the details.

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Harry appeared in Dumbledore's office.

They went over the details quickly, sorted Amy, and they just as quickly went to bed.

The morning arrived, with the teachers being told of Amy's arrival before hand.

The students, however, were left to guess.

It also screwed up some of his classes. Well, only one, Amy was now Harry's partner.

She was smart, but Malfoy kept on targeting her.

And Harry was just too damn lazy to protect her all the time.

So, Harry finally just popped Malfoy in the face and told him to shove off.

All in all, it helped his mood.

Until the week that the champions were decided anyways.

Dumbledore rose, announcing the champions as they appeared.

"The champions, are Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, and Cedric Diggory. I thanky you all-"

He was interrupted by the goblet flaring up once more, and a piece of parchment came shooting out.

Frowning, he took the paper and examined it. "Harry Potter, will you please go into the back room?"

Harry groaned, and slammed his head against the table repeatedly. Amy looked on, unsure.

Harry finally got up, and dragged her to the room.

Appearing, the French girl looked at him inquisitively.

"Vhat is ze matter? Do zey vant us in ze hall?"

Harry shook his head, and smiled, his eyes betrayed his anger, however as he said clearly, "No, I'm the fifth champion."

The events that transpired after that were interesting, Harry ended up yelling at all of them, and Dumbledore told him the date the event was to take place.

Harry merely smiled and nodded.

Amy giggled.

So, it was no surprise to Harry, that for some reason, he began to get annoyed by Amy, in fact, he was beginning to like her- wait,
sorry. I'm wrong, Harry began to like her, but he still got annoyed by her, yeah, yeah, that's right.

So, at the end of class one day, McGonagall told him to come up to her desk.

"Mr. Potter, you will need to find a partner for the Yule Ball."

With that, she went back to work, with Amy going outside.

Harry didn't notice, however, as he stared at her. "What?" he finally said.
McGonagall looked up impatiently. "Dance, Mr. Potter, you will have to find someone to dance with."

"Umm... I don't dance.."
"You do now,"

Harry left, because if his time with Felicia had taught him anything, it was to never piss off a women,
He had some manners, Felicia would never have let him get away with being impolite.

Unless some she didn't like came into her bar. Then Harry had free reign.

Harry smiled as he remembered some of the fun times, but this quickly dissapated as he heard Amy let out a shriek, among other screaming students. Growling, he quickly apparated to her location.

'Oh, fuck' he thought, looking up at the.... thing that was about to lunge at Amy.
'I think I'm in way over my head on this.' he thought to himself. It was an astute observation, as the thing was twice his size, had many rows of teeth, and bigass arms.

He noticed Dumbledore and some of the other staff running out. Along with the students.

'Crap.'

"Harry!" Dumbledore called out, "stay where you are! We'll take care of it!"

Harry was just about to agree, when the sword gave another wail.

Groaning, he went off and proceeded to try his luck against the thing.

No such luck. After a few minutes, it was obvious Harry was going to lose, but at this point, Harry was pissed off, fed up, and beaten down.

'This is some bullshit, damned White Cross telling me to protect the brat. I'm gonna-' What he was going to do however, would never
be known, as at that instant, Harry felt something take over him. In a flash, he suddenly began to transform into the angelic form he had seen
in the Void.

His mind focusing, he flew up, and with a power he never knew he had, summoned some of the Old Magiks.

"Olympus INCENDIA!" The sword glowed with holy power, and following an instinct he never knew he had, he swooped down and
sliced the beast. The beast roared and it's body started cracking as the sun lit up. Beams of light started crossing down onto the beast,
forming a rather crude version of a cross. Suddenly, the beast vanished with a final roar.

Harry returned back to his original form.

Looking around at the gathered students, he smirked.

"That's why," he paused, "you don't mess with someone who has a sword, bitches!"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

That, was great Divided One

Harry growled.

'Goddammit'

The sword was talking to him again.

That just wasn't fair.

_-_-_-_ END

So, okay chapter, don't you think?

Didn't go as far as I wanted it to, but I reached the end of my rope.

Next chapter, we'll see how the Yule Ball goes, and the First Task.

And maybe a little bit more.

We also get to see how these new developements work out for Harry.
We also get to see how he copes with Sirius' head in the fire.

There's more, but until I write it, you just won't know will you?

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