Heeeeeeeeellllllllooooooooooooo guys,

First of all, I need to thank my first reviewer the great "Princess Abigail vi Britannia". Like really, I'm so thankful for my first review to be that kind and, helpful. 2 reviews from you and I learned some things, you gave me ideas that will for sure appears in this story at a point.

I also wanted to reassure you about something, while I'm a big shonen enjoyer, I read a lot of Chinese Wuxia, Idk if u know what that is, but in short and really outreached, those are Chinese shonen. And let me tell you that while the MC grows up, it's nothing like the Japanese one, there's no such a thing as letting a bully be or forgiveness coming from nowhere. A lot of revenge in those story include the wiping out of a clan or smth like that. Tbh I really liked it, and I want my boy Harry to follow that path (am talking about the mentality here). Don't worry I won't bring it form nowhere, I'm trying to show an evolution, so he won't be like that right away out from nowhere.

Last point, the main point of this story is magic, even more than u can imagine, and I don't really like ff with too much muggle fighting so don't worry about that either. I did not read Denarian trilogy, and I don't think I will before I end my story, so I won't get influenced by it. But be sure I'll see what it is when I'm sure my story is at least well built.

Thank you again, for your time, I really appreciate it, don't hesitate to PM me if u wanna talk about the story in itself.

Now about the chapter:

It's a transition chapter so it's a little smaller than the last one.

It's the only one I'll post this week, I come back Monday, so if I start writing before I go Friday, I might have something to give u Tuesday, or Wednesday I don't really know yet.

And nooooow,

Enjoy!

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Ohoo, let's see how he fares with that situation. Millions of miles away of the Quidditch World Cup, in what could have been described as a star, a figure was hanging in that globe. It almost looked like a real physical representation of Da Vinci's "Vitruvian Man".

Despite all his time in there, he could still not think of another way to get out of that golden ball. Well, he verified the information of the three Ones. They were right, but he did not like the fact that he did not get any say in that. He was never a follower, and the fact that he had, to retrieve his freedom, to listen to some random ramblings of three fossils, was a huge blow to his pride.

There is no need to keep thinking about it, I did it for the majority of the years I passed here. The figure berated himself. Let's keep an eye on this little one, after all I cannot let him die, or else I will probably never get out of that hell hole. I cannot really help him physically or even talk to him that much, but I can still point him to the right places.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he quite liked the excitement he got from what happened right now on Earth, and he knew it was only the beginning. In fact, he would still be locked for at the very least one year since the day he contacted the boy, so he still had time to enjoy all that action. And I won't lie, that kid's life is pretty interesting in itself. He thought.

"Now then, what kind of person is he when confronted to something like that"

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If Harry could have heard what the figure said, he would have kicked him. As if killing a human at eleven, a Basilisk at twelve, and driven out a hundreds of soul sucking flying monsters, was not enough to prove himself. But the figure, either did not know about those events or just did not care.

However, Harry did not hear the figure, nor did he hear anything besides the loud cheering. The match just ended on an absolutely stunning way, Krum got the Snitch, but Ireland still won. The twins must have a talent in divination, how else could they predict that ending? The more I think about what they do, the more they do. Harry looked at them while they were approaching Mr. Bagman eagerly. Huh, I'm sure he promised them quite the odds for that sort of bet, he must feel so bad right now, not that I care though, the twins are just misunderstood geniuses.

The way back to their tent was blurry in Harry's mind, too much noise, too many movements. It was just too much for him. When they actually entered their tent, they did not want to sleep right away, so they all started discussing about the match. Harry was a little left out because he only looked at Krum for the entire match. He could only talk when they were talking about the seekers, he always thought that seekers were in a game apart from the other post in Quidditch, and quite honestly, he preferred it that way. He was not cut for teamplay, he liked the freedom he got from his flying.

When they finally felt too tired to keep talking, and coincidently when Ginny fell asleep on the table spilling her hot cocoa on the carpet, they all decided it was time for them to sleep. Weirdly enough that night he did not dream. Well, he did but it was something he never experienced before, and believe him when he says he experienced really weird things in his dream.

He had no body in his dream, he just saw what was displayed. There was nothing but darkness for a while, and when he thought he would just be staring at the darkness for the rest of his sleep — which by the way was not that bad — something was starting to finally appear. At first Harry did not discern anything else than some white unclear lines. After staring for a while, he could finally what those lines were, letters. So, it was a word, or a sentence. After what he thought were five minutes, he was finally able to make out what was written. Surrounded by darkness, written in white flashy letters, the word "CAREFUL" was seen, and that's it. Nothing else happened in his dream.

"Harry, Ron, wake up! Faster, come on hurry up, there's an emergency!" Someone pulled him out from what he could not qualify as a dream, shaking erratically his shoulder. It was Mr. Weasley, he never saw him like he was seeing him now. He looked on the verge of the panic, looking wildly around him, as if he was chased by something, even though he was technically indoor.

He did not even let them the time to put some clothes, they were lucky they both slept in their pajamas, and not in their underwear. That would be quite a sight. The eldest of the Weasley made them go out, where a terrifying scene was happening. A dozen of cloaked and masked wizards were walking in unison, wands out pointing them at forms moving above their heads. Screams were coming from everywhere, and then Harry finally understood what happened. The moving forms were in fact human beings, and more specifically, muggles. He knew that because he recognized a man in the lot, the one Mr. Weasley struggled with this morning, Mr. Roberts, the man who was being obliviated a lot of times today.

As Ron remarked, it was sick. He was witnessing something horrible, something he hated, violence on the weaker, it reminded him too much of his childhood. Blood pulsated loudly into his ears. Harry usually did not get angry, he just let the bad things pass, ignoring them. Even if in his life, he had a lot of things to be rightfully angered by. However, today, in that moment, he felt so much anger that his surroundings totally disappeared, he focus was directed towards the hooded figures, who were laughing at their deeds, clearly enjoying it. He did not hear the instruction from Mr. Weasley, and almost did not notice when Hermione pulled him by the arm towards the woods.

That helped him to refocus himself. He was not stupid, he knew they were full matured wizards. He could recite all the spells he learned, it was not sure he would lay a scratch on one of them. That made him remember hist first year, and how stupid he was, thinking he could stop a professor from doing whatever he wanted, by himself. However, seeing how powerless he felt in that situation, something finally clicked in his mind, as if there was an unfinished puzzle and he just found the last piece. He did not escape all his near-death experience by himself, except for the dementor, he was quite proud of that by the way. But first year was his mother's protection that saved him, second year a legendary pet saved his skin, and last year was a combination of his skills and a time-turner whose he had never heard before. None of it was resolved because he could, only because he was helped, and while being helped was not something to be ashamed, and his experience were something above the level of someone of his age, it was HIS life, and so he needed to have some control of it—

"Hurry up, Harry!" Hermione told him, cutting his train of thoughts. "We need to find the others."

He finally remarked Ron, who was as red as he could be, arguing with Malfoy about Merlin knows what. When his friend was about to explode, Hermione took him by the arm and moved forward, still looking for the rest of the Weasley. The passed past a group of girls in pajamas, talking so fast that he could not even understand a single word of what they were asking Ron, who himself was not faring well. Hermione informed them that the group was surely from Beauxbaton Academy of Magic, a magic school on the continent.

When Harry wanted to light ethe tip of his wand he suddenly realized that he did not have it with him, he must have lost it somewhere. However not willing to lose time, he did not make a remark about it, the wood was still a dangerous place, and going back on his track was not a good idea at all. Plus, his mind was still disturbed by the simple but hurting conclusion he reached before. He was weak and clueless, he was alive only because he had friends and luck, even if the bad situation he always seemed to stumble on, were obviously coming from his bad luck, it seemed to even out itself. He will do something about that, he did not want to be in such a situation again, only witnessing it, not being able to do something that counted.

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After all that mayhem, Harry had trouble sleeping, not because he was scared learning that the mark of Voldemort was invoked, no. He could not sleep because we was thinking, thinking a lot. Thinking of ways to not feel powerless again. He had no concrete idea so far, reading a lot more, using his Cloak to sneak into the restricted section, to read even more, but that did not feel enough. The living proof was Hermione, she read a lot, like really a lot, but did that make her more prepared than him in the situation he was facing? Okay, maybe a little to be honest. But today she was as helpless as I was.

Still trying to figure something out, he remembered something. Astoria! Daphne! Are they okay, oh gosh, how could I forget about them.

He jumped out of his bed, to prepare a letter for them when he recalled that Hedwig was at the Burrow. He could not do something about it now, but he was still worried.

A few minutes later, Mr. Weasley came to wake them up. They packed up in a record time and went to their way to the portkey that would painfully, for him, take them back to the Burrow. They met Mr. Roberts on their way, he had a faraway look in his eyes, but except that he looked fine. That was before Harry heard him wish them a merry Christmas. Mr. Weasley explained them that it could happen when a lot of memories were taken away from someone, and with the memory of that night, he could be much worse.

Or much better, if someone helped them earlier. The young Gryffindor thought.

When they arrived before the Burrow, the Weasley's matriarch came running toward them, looking anxious, and with a reason. There was no way what had happened did not make its way to all the first page of the news yet. That conclusion was confirmed when a copy of the Daily Prophet was found on the ground, SCENE OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP, was the title of the article.

When they were out of Mrs. Weasley's earshot, they read the article, while everyone added his thought about it. Then Harry learned something reassuring, according to Mr. Weasley, nobody was hurt, well no wizards nor witches were. That meant the Greengrass were physically okay. Good, very good. But I still want to send them a letter, should I?

"Thinking of a bird, aren't you?" Said a voice, interrupting his internal questioning.

It was someone he never had a real conversation with. Bill Weasley, the eldest son of the family.

"Why would I think about a bird, when all of this happened? Hedwig was here during all of it, and honestly, I don't really care about the rest of the owl's population." He answered him, trying to not sound mean. But he could not understand from where his question came.

A silence installed in the kitchen, and suddenly laughing exploded from everywhere around him, even Percy snorted. Only the girls were not. Mrs. Weasley was looking at him as if he was the cutest thing on the planet. Hermione, he recognized, was holding her laugh, and Ginny was frowning. Was it because she, like him, did not understand what was so funny, or something else, he did not know.

The twins came from both of his side, and put a hand on each of his shoulder. They took an air of importance and tried to educate him about something they called "The birds and the Bees" Mrs. Weasley quickly admonished them, so it was surely something a little over the line. When Bill finally stopped laughing, he looked at him.

"When I said bird, I meant a girl, not a real bird. Even if from what Ron told me about you and Hedwig, it could count…" He finished mischievously.

Harry quickly turned his face, to Ron, who was still laughing, hands on his belly.

"So, were you thinking of a bird?" Charlie smirked, apparently not willing to let him evade the question.

"What if I was? It's not illegal."

"Not illegal, no, but very amusing from our point of view, I assure you." Bill answered

Harry's face reddened, and the laughing resumed, coming from the same people. Only Hermione's expression changed, looking curious, like very curious

Ugh, she's not going to let it pass, I swear her expression is a way to look in my soul, I'm sure it is. He thought.

The day would be long.

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When all the jokes and prying to his private life were finally over, it was time to go to bed. But before he did, Harry started his letter, preferring to send only one to the one he knew a little more, the youngest, Astoria. To be honest, he was still intimidated by the oldest Slytherin, he did not dare to contact her first. And so, he gave his finished letter to Hedwig.

"There, there Hed, that's for you to take. Could you make me a favor and wait for her answer?"

She hooted happily, Harry took that as an agreement and patted her head before opening the window to let her out.

He then walked to his bed, preparing himself to a well-deserved sleep. He blacked out the moment his head touched his pillow, and that was pretty weird in itself because he never felt asleep that fast lately. Maybe it was because his state of extreme tiredness, from all what has happened. It must have been that.

When Harry was deeply asleep, a part of his consciousness was present on a dark space. I've seen that before. And he did. He finally remembered the weird dream he had before the attack. Now that he thought about it, it was a weird timing to have a dream, where only a word was present, and it was a warning.

"Well, hello there, I see that you are still alive" A voice made startled him, a voice so full of emotions, that it sounded emotionless. "It must have been thanks to my warning, I knew it was worth to inform you."

Harry forgot he was surprised and faced the figure he had seen in his dream some days ago.

"Warning? What do you mean, you are in my head, how could you know about that attack, plus how is a dream where I only see the word careful a warning for an actual attack."

Two shining orbs were looking right at him, and it looked like they saw past him. Nothing was said for a moment, but the figure gave Harry the impression that he was stupid. He still did not understand how he could guess that, but he was sure of it.

"I thought we were past the point of doubting after our last encounter." The figure finally said." And I don't know how you want me to be clearer, careful, actually IS a warning."

Harry sighed, not willing to debate about a word. The figure was likely to not even consider what he would say.

"I still consider u as a fruit of my imagination, I accepted your request because it came from ME, so it doesn't hurt me, you never actually proved anything, or did you?"

"Well, I did send you a warning, something you could not have foreseen."

He has a point though, there is no way I knew about that, how did he do that? Harry asked himself to try hard to come up with a satisfactory answer. After a few minutes, he had to admit he could not explain how it happened, and he knew better than to think of it as a coincidence, there were no such things as coincidence in his life.

"Now that we're on the same page, shall we talk about the real deal?" The figure interrupted his internal debate. "Shall we talk about the problem you encountered when the attacks happened? It was not a great sensation, wasn't it? Surely, you don't want to re-experience it. However, what would you do to actually not be helpless anymore? Read books? Huh it could help if you wanted to be ready in around a hundred years or so. No what you actually need is someone who can show you the way, someone who has the knowledge to do so." By now Harry was mesmerized by the figure's words, he actually pointed out all the things he thought about earlier, and now it looked like a solution would appear. That was too good to be true, nothing came from free, he knew it. "And since you already agreed to help me with my issue, I decided that I could be the one helping you."

Harry took time to digest what the figure said, he was implying to be the best choice to help him improve, even when Dumbledore himself was present in his life. That was either stupid or really confident in his capabilities.

"Okay then prove me that you are worth being my teacher, show me something"

The figure actually seemed embarrassed for a moment, and then quickly reverted back to his confident self.

"I can't physically show you anything, but I can teach you. Did I ever mention my age? I'm over three-thousand-year, kiddo. I've seen more than you could even begin to imagine."

Harry rolled his eyes, he was now sure that figure must be some crazy part of him that tried to boast to himself. He actually was a freak in the end. Then something happened, his dream became fuzzy, and whatever he did, was useless, he could not see anything.

"Do not mock me, kid. I may not be able to physically teach you, but it won't be necessary for someone like you. I can just show you." The voice full of emotions raised, Harry did not even know if the figure was angry or not.

All of a sudden, the scene in his dream cleared out, and a glade was displayed. There were a lot of colors, coming from all the flowers, and plants that the forest sheltered. Two men were laying down, panting heavily as if they just ran a marathon.

"Do you think we lost them?" Said a voice, sounding tired.

The other looked even more worn out than his colleague, and looking closer Harry could see his left arm bleeding covered by some leather rope from which he thought he heard a faint sound coming.

"I think so, and even if we did not, with how much we banged them up, I believe they won't keep their chasing."

"We? Sal, YOU destroyed them, don't demerit yourself, I don't have my sword with me, I could not do much." The other young man said, smirking wildly. He looked like an animal, a cat or something "Fortunately, your foci is easier to carry than mine, and more difficult to lose"

The injured one looked at the rope on his arm. To Harry astonishment, it started moving and talking. It was saying how hungry it was. Holy… it is a serpent. Wait a minute, Sal?

"Yeah, maybe I did, Godric. But let's move on, Selena is telling me she's hungry, and I'm in no state to give her anything now."

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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOF, I struggled so much for that one, the timing was short, and it's more a transition chapter than anything, so I had to actually not change a lot from the canon happenings while adding what I needed for what will come after.

Not really my favorite chapter, but I guess I can't do much for that sort of chapter, the rest should be more interesting.

I hope u still enjoyed it, give me some feedback, be it by review or PM, it helps me a lot!

See u next week!