Plot: Harry is a squib, but he's still the boy-who-lived, so Dumbledore doesn't want him out of his sights. Especially since he can't defend himself, right? Harry/Astoria. Runes-Harry
Scene 1:
"And then you spin and slam your elbow into the back of his head!"
Eleven-year-old Harry nodded before performing the movement he had just been shown, slamming his elbow into the back of the training dummy's neck with enough force to seriously hurt a regular human. He stepped back, lightly rubbing his elbow before looking up at his Muay Thai instructor.
"Nicely done!" He praised Harry enthusiastically. "Remember to be careful with that move, if you do it wrong then you might end up killing your opponent."
"Right," Harry gave him a thoughtful look. "But what happens if I get it right?"
"Then you could kill your opponent!" He said cheerfully.
"Huh, makes sense." Harry grinned.
"Okay, let's go and eat some food!" He grinned brightly just as the door opened, revealing Harry's Karate master, a tall muscular man dressed in black shoes, blue jeans and an open brown jacket with no shirt underneath.
"Come on, Runt, you're mine for the next hour. We're going to start with break-falls!" He ordered.
"I did them for a solid hour yesterday!" Harry complained.
"And you'll do them again! Come on, you missed practice yesterday!"
"I did not!" Harry blurted out in an offended voice. "I was doing weapons, Ju-Jitsu and traditional martial arts!"
"Yeah, well you didn't do jack-shit with me,"
"You weren't on my schedule," Harry pouted.
"Not my problem, come on," He instructed, barely turning around when he spotted the head of the dojo, a muscular-looking man in his early fifties with shoulder-length blonde hair and a blonde beard that went down to his chest. "What's up, Old Man?" He asked the man who looked a bit more annoyed than usual.
"There's an old man here who wants to talk with young Harry, he says that his name is Albus Dumbledore."
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"You want my permission to court my daughter?" Lord Greengrass asked, staring down at Harry with an unimpressed look that was matched by his wife as she sat next to him. Daphne and Astoria sat at the side, Daphne's face was perfectly blank, showing her masterful control of her emotions. Astoria was far less successful in hiding her worry, especially as she kept looking back and forth between Harry and her parents.
"Yes, I do," Harry nodded. "Family is clearly quite important to Astoria, and I would much prefer it if she didn't have to worry about any family drama. I've made my intentions clear, I'm interested in your daughter and would like your permission to spend time with her. I would like for us to get to know each other and if nobody important objects then I would eventually like us to get married."
"And what exactly makes you think that you're worthy of our daughter?" Mrs Greengrass sneered at him. "A daughter of the Greengrass family. We already have a proposal for her from the heir to the Malfoy family," She revealed, causing Astoria to stiffen.
"Firstly, in all the subjects I share with Mr Malfoy, I am far ahead of him, and that is including potions."
"And yet he surpasses you in other subjects," Lord Greengrass pointed out, the unspoken part of the sentence being that those subjects were specifically all of the wand subjects.
"True, but even if we forget that I get along with Astoria far more than she does. He might have money but that's all he has, the tosser has tried to fight me on multiple occasions and I've beat him each time."
"And that makes it okay, does it?" Lord Greengrass glared. "You can brawl like a common muggle and therefore I should gift away my favourite daughter to a squib?! Fat chance!"
Scene 3:
"Potter!" Fudge's magically amplified voice yelled. "We have the building surrounded. You cannot escape, you are surrounded by the best that the Ministry of Magic has to offer. Be reasonable, you are just a squib! A teenage squib! You can't handle my squads of aurors!" He shouted at the abandoned building that he knew the Potter boy was in. He could feel the stares of the crowd behind him, all knew that this boy had been the vigilante who was going after purebloods, claiming that they were Death Eaters. Many had suspected that it was a rouge wizard doing this, how embarrassing it was to discover that these purebloods had been attacked by a squib! "Potter! You don't stand a chance against us! You'd need a great deal of luck to beat even one of these wizards."
"If I am so much of a non-threat then why the hell would you need so many wizards and witches to come and get little old me?!" Harry's voice shouted from inside the building.
"Minister!" Dumbledore said as he arrived on the scene. "You must stop this madness. Harry Potter is merely a boy, I think that..."
"He's a boy who has attacked a great many purebloods!" Fudge argued.
"The boy must be stopped!" Umbridge quickly agreed, standing behind Fudge.
"You can't honestly think that Mr Pottter is a threat," Dumbledore replied.
"Of course, I don't," Fudge seemed almost offended at the idea. "He's nothing but a weak little...argh!" Fudge yelped as an arrow pierced through his bowler hat and shot straight into Umbridge's shoulder.
AN: For the story I'm thinking of giving Harry multiple teachers like in the anime Kenichi the world's mightiest disciple.