Tree: From this point on, it will be solely based on Hariku/Harry's POV.
Five Years Later...
Hariku stood on the other side of the small cabin kitchen, helping his mother with some of the wooden bowls that they had, and enjoyed this small place that his mother keeps telling him that his uncles and her friends had helped to make. However, she never did tell him that she was the one to make the small cabin herself, and quiet away from the nearest village that they had to walk three hours from and to home. He didn't mind, and they often smiled at the small boy with his beautiful mummy. He loved her bright red hair, and that she was very pretty with her pearly white skin, and that only made her hair stand out more with her eyes as well. Hariku never asked about his father, knowing one answer that he left them for the war, and this was before he was born.
"Mummy, we're running low on supplies. Winter is almost here and we need to stock up again with all what we have now. Maybe some canned peaches, or some unsalted jerky will help out this time around!" Hariku smiled brightly. "And maybe we can have some fried fish and boiled potato too!"
"Tomorrow we will go and sell out wild meats at the market, but you have to be up before sun rise if we want to get our supplies this year." Mother smiled as she placed the wooden plates on the table top."And your teacher, Draco, said that he will be here after dinner, Hariku."
"Will he teach me how to throw fire balls this time mummy?" Hariku asked with an enthused smile.
"Maybe he will, he is half dragon himself, my little Thunder Bolt. You have to ask him yourself." Mother smiled as she started to serve the both of them at the little table.
Hariku couldn't wait to start his training with his favorite teacher, and his mothers friend, that he loved how he learned magic at an early age. He gotten excited that he almost choked on his food.
"Hariku?" Mother looked at him with a somewhat worried expression.
Coughing some, Hariku smiled a little. "Went down the wrong tube, mummy."
Mother smiled again and started to eat his food at a slower pace. He loved his mothers cooking, and that she was almost everywhere at one. Hariku remember the first time that he casted his first spell that his mother had taught him at the age of three, and this was his first time that he had meat his teacher a few months later.
"Mummy?" Hariku asked while placing his fork on the table top. "When did you meat Draco?"
"A long time ago, my little one. He was the one that I went on adventures with. We crossed different contents, and rode on different seas. I can recal that we meat when I was young, a few years younger than I am right now." Mother smiled a little while cutting up a few pieces of meat. "We meat in the Dragon Country. This was years ago, but he he was my second friend that I made while traveling to search for my younger brother.
"He left before our father died from an illness a long time ago. While I was searching for him, I didn`t know that I was in the Dragon Country, hoping that my little brother would be there training his magic. I was wrong." Mother said, placing a piece of meat into her mouth.
"And That is where you meat Uncle Draco?" Hariku asked.
"Yes, but he was the one that saved me from his father. Draco is a white dragon, but his mother and father were black dragons."
"How did he turned out to be a white dragon, mummy?"
"His great grandfather was a white dragon. And I do believe that old coot is still alive."
Hariku was surprised that his teachers great grandfather is still alive, and he knew that the Draconic race does live for a long time. He thought about it and seen different reaces that he had seen in the nearest village that they lived by. "Mummy?"
"Yes?"
"Was father a human?"
Mother was shocked a little but brushed it off. "Yes, he was the most handsome man that I fell for. He was great with magic, just like yourself, my little one."
Hariku smiled at that and left that subject alone. He needed some comfort that his father was a great warlock, and that he needed that to fulfill his dream. He finished his dinner and started to put his plates in the wash basin and went to his room. Nothing much in his small room, except for a few advance magic tomes, a wooden doll, his bed, and a dresser that he kept his clothes in, but he kept his room neat. This was his safe haven, his home with his mother, and this was the walls that he grew up in for the past six years. He was happy that Draco could come and teach him magic months at a time, and that his mother had taught him how to use the blade to defend himself with everything that she can.
"Maybe Draco will teach me the fire ball technique today and some other magic as well." Hariku told himself, he smiled again and gotten into his training clothes. This was his life style that he grew up, and that he needed something to keep the time moving faster to enter the Academy where the famous warlocks and sorcerers taught their young charges.
He giggled as he heard his door open. To his surprise, he seen the silver haired man standing at the door way with a silly grin. "How are you doing, Harry?" Draco teased.
Hariku didn't understand why the older man had given him that nickname, but it was something to define himself and what his mother called him. "I am doing great, Uncle Draco! Are you going to teach the fire ball technique now?"
"In a bit, we still need to work on your magical control," Draco said with a smile. "It is a little sloppy, but we can be working on it in a few days time. Has your mother been teaching you on your magical control?"
"Yes, but lately, she has been hunting for money for supplies that we need this winter." Hariku replied.
"I see... Well, meet me outside in ten minutes and we can begin your training right away, I need to speak with your mother right now, OK Harry?"
"Okay!" Hariku smiled brightly and ran out the door and pass his mother.
While waiting outside, Hariku did a few stretches and waited for his teacher to show up, and he came outside with a bright smile. He ran up to the older man and jumped up and down to see that Draco was holding something in his hands. "What is that?"
"Oh, nothing big, just something to give you for a belated gift." Draco handed his hand out to give Hariku a short sword, and it was beautifully done.
Holding the blade in his hands, he seen the inscription written in the Draconic tongue, and that the blade was infused with magic that was done by a master smith and Sorcerer. He gawked at the blade with wonder and gazed upwards at his teacher. "What dose it mean, Uncle Draco?"
"It says that it will protect you when you need it the most, and will guide you to the truth when you need it." Draco smiled brightly with his hands on his cladded hips. "My father gave me that when I deiced to leave the Dragon Country with Shakita, your mother along time ago. He gave it to me when he knew that I wont be coming home."
"Wow... Mummy was telling me that you meat a long time ago and that you saved her from your father, and that your parents are Black Dragons!" Hariku told Draco as he started to swing the blade around.
"Did she now?" Draco laughed, "well, she is right about that. My father did try to eat her as dinner because she wondered into his den while he was slumbering."
"Was mummy always like that? I mean, aloof when she was younger?"
"A little, but she had something I haven't seen in a d-human in a long time." Draco smiled.
"I know mummy is a demon. I take after my father, mummy says so!" Hariku smiled brightly.
"I see, no choice of hiding what your mother is." Draco chuckled. "Well, lets start your training now. Get into position, Harry."
Hariku stood with legs apart slightly, and held his hands out. He was used to this, and he knew that he was getting better with his magical control. He breathed into his nose and stared down at the tree that he used for training and closed his eyes.
"Good, now Chanel your magic through your body." Draco said in a serious tone.
With that, Hariku channeled his magic through his body, and he felt his body getting warmer with his magic going through his body. This was getting easier every time that he done his training.
"I see that you unblocked what was causing your sloppy control of magic. Now channel it to your hands."
Doing what he was told, Hariku channeled his magic to his hands and felt that his hands were getting hot from the magic. Sweat started to build up on his forehead as he opened his eyes to see the magic build up on his hands were a golden tone. He smiled as he thrusted his hands outwards at the tree, which a golden ball of fire was thrown at the tree.
"Well, I guess I don't have to teach you that technique any more. You learned it already." Draco lauged. "We can also start on your magic studies now, Harry. Maybe you can do something with all that large magical core that you have in a little while."
"Yeah! Then you can help me with the barrier that mummy was teaching me before she had to do the hunting to bring in the money with. Maybe I can go the Academy when I'm older. Mummy said that she might send me if I can protect myself with the sword and magic." Hariku chimed with a smile.
Draco's eyes went dark for a split second, then it was gone by the time that Hariku could notice. He thought to himself about what his student and suragate nephue was thinking. He knew at the Academy was no place for anyone to go, and they taught the youngsters how to be tools for the empire that they resided in. "We can take a break for now and do some more training tomorrow while Shakita goes to town to sell the goods that you both found."
"But mummy said that I can help her tomorrow!" Hariku protested.
"Okay, okay, we can do the training the day after. Maybe your mother can cook up my favorite meal!" Draco smiled as he said it. "For now, you have passed your magical control training."
"Yeah! We can start the fire ball technique with different temperature the day after tomorrow." Hariku said with such enthusiastic in his voice. "And then we can do some the barrier training too."
"You have me to yourself for the next half year, Harry." Draco ushered Hariku inside the house.
Hariku smiled as he ran inside, it was getting late after all, and needed his rest for tomorrows events.