Eternal Fighter by Emerald Pseudodragon

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 17/03/2004
Last Updated: 17/03/2004
Status: Paused

This is the story of Harry’s recovery of his sanity with the help from new characters Matthew
Lee Dairerma, Rema, and Eladia. Action insures as Harry makes a choice to become something more
then “Just Harry” with the help of the Eternal Fighters and the joining of his other half.




1. Chapter one Harry
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**Version 1.04 of Editing**

**Summery: This is the story of Harry's recovery of his sanity with the help from new
characters Matthew Lee Dairerma, Rema, and Eladia. Action insures as Harry makes a choice to become
something more then “Just Harry” with the help of the Eternal Fighters. H/Hr ship. This fan fiction
goes from the summer through 6****th** **year. 7****th** **year
will be a sequel to this and I have started on formulating ideas for the 7****th**
**year but I have not finished writing this yet.**

**(Quick A/N: For those who had looked at it before when I only had the first chapter posted
they will note that there are changes done to some of the punctuation as well as spacing of the
paragraphs. Also there** **are changes** **to the wording of the conversions so that they
flow better. Thanks for your time and for those who didn't read before my post of the second
chapter ENJOY!)**

**Eternal Fighter**

By Emerald Pseudodragon

Chapter one

**Harry's Choice**

Harry Potter sat in his room at Number 4, Privet Drive speaking to no one in particular; the
Dursleys happened to be out for the evening trying to sell Uncle Vernon's drills so the company
he owned didn't go under farther then it already had.

“What have I done? Oh yes, that's right, I got my godfather, Siruis Black, killed,” muttered
Harry as he wondered to himself if he was insane from over-thought, or if it had just crept up on
him over the years of his adventures. See, he was a wizard that went to Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry. Many there looked upon him as some sort of savior because at the age of
one he reflected a curse back at the sender unconsciously. This curse was the worst of the
wizarding kind, the killing curse. A curse said to be un-blockable and un-resistible, surviving it
made him what he was now and also dubbed him by wizards “the boy who lived” because this curse was
sent by a very evil, and very feared, person going by the name of Voldemort.

Voldemort was a dark wizard who tortured and killed people just because of what they where,
muggles, non-magic folk, or those he called mudbloods. Mudblood is a derogatory name for witches or
wizards who were born to non-magic parents. His belief was that the world in all should be ruled by
purebloods, those that were of full magical parents, which thought the same as him. Those who did
not see the same as him viewed his way of thinking to be more along the lines of enslavement of the
non-purebloods.

However, because of this fame Harry had people who were not truly his friends easily turned on
him if a problem arises. Such a thing happened during his second year of schooling at Hogwarts when
a basilisk was paralyzing students he was accused of being its controller because he was a
parselmouth. “Hmm I wonder what would happen if I just left; no more aunt or uncle to have their
fun little games of beat on Harry, no more Albus to have worrying over me. Just myself and as much
of the road as I would like to see,” Harry mumbled to himself drifting further into a world of
misery and self-inflicted mental pain.

(**A/N** Mental pain not physical! Nothing like cutting himself or something of that
sort.)

“Harry,” said the soft but deep voice of a man behind him, “I think it's about time you got
out of here; it's only making you worse for the wear.”

Turning around, Harry found a man in a midnight-blue trench coat. Within the depths of the coat
he could see outlines of things, but nothing in particular, except for a wand that lay in a holster
at his left hip. Over his left shoulder was a sword handle sticking up as well as one handle that
pointed down at an angle to the floor, looking as it would pop out and fall to the floorboards of
his room if you gave it a single slight tug. His face had a smile that seemed to inspire you to do
better at whatever he was getting you to do. Eyes a color that never seemed to stay the same in
this light, though Harry was curious if it ever truly staid the same for long. Standing next to the
door he seemed to be a rather well built man having a height that is neither hulking nor lanky in
appearance.

Walking over, Harry could see a grace in his movements not seen in many, if in hardly any; he
placed a hand on Harry's shoulder calming him and giving him a clearer frame of mind.

“Harry, would you come with me?” the man asked crouching down to look Harry strait in the eyes.
“I can give you a road you have not yet been on. A path traveled by very few. Training that could
help you overcome some of these emotions that you are caught up in; that you seem to be losing
yourself in unknowingly. Come with me and I can help you protect those you hold dear.”

Harry thought for a moment, knowing that the last sentence the man said rang true to him, as he
did not ever want anything to happen to Hermione. He had grown quite fond of her after the kiss
that she gave him on the cheek, not more then a year and a few days before.

“I will come with you, but I would like to know your name and who you are before we leave. Also,
I would like to tell my friends where I am about to go,” Harry said to the man with clarity of mind
he had not had in some time, “if you do not mind.” Speaking as an after thought as he looked to be
a man of authority and confidence.

“I'm sorry I completely forgot to give you my name in respect as I already know your name. I
am Matthew Lee Dairerma, Matt for short. I am the Master of the place we will be going. As for you
telling your friends where you are going, I cannot allow you to do so. So you may come and leave
again but you my never tell any person where you will be. As I will not tell where you will be or
are once we get there. The place will remain secret up until the point you leave. In fact, you will
not be able to receive or send any mail. All contact will be severed to the rest of the world
beside what is there,” Matt said.

“All I have to go by is your word that these things will be taught to me, but I don't know
if I am willing to leave those close to me unprotected. Voldemort will just go after them as he
killed Cedric Diggory and my godfather.”

“Cedric and your godfather's deaths were not your fault, nor will they ever be. Harry, you
must let go of your fears if you are going to be able to let go of the emotions that are troubling
you. Understand that although you were there nothing could be done to stop their deaths,” Matt said
with a bit of force. “This is a wound just the same but this is a wound of the mind. Give it time
and it will heal with both experience and knowledge of others and yourself. Come, if you chose to
join me then we shall be leaving now.” Matt waited for him to make his choice.

Getting up, Harry gathered his things into his trunk and picked it up in one hand and Hedwig in
the other.

“I know there won't be much use for you but I can't leave you here with the Dursleys,”
Harry told the owl as he held the cage that was holding the snowy owl up to his face.

“Let us be off then.” Matt put a hand on Harry's shoulder holding him where he was and stuck
the other hand out. Before his hand a portal formed of a bluish liquid like substance.

(**A/N** Think SG1 but without the ring and smaller also oblong not completely round.)

Daily Profit

The Boy Who Lived is The Boy Who Disappeared

Yesterday at Number 4, Privet Drive, Harry James Potter was found missing from the residents.
Hermione Granger, a student, and close friend of Harry Potter made the finding when she tried to
send an owl to him and it came back with the same letter. At the return of her owl, she immediately
sent an owl to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry informing
him of the occurrence. Professor Dumbledore personally when to the house and checked on the boy of
15years, 16years on the 31st of July, and found that he was nowhere to be seen.

The conclusion was made that he either ran from the house or was taken. These thoughts where
made because of the fact that all his school things and most prized possessions where still in his
room untouched. As well as the fact that for some time now, unbeknownst to the Headmaster, Harry
was being physically and verbally abused by the Dursleys his current guardians. They will be facing
a hearing in the future, as to what punishment they should be sentenced with for the abuse of an
underage-wizard in a court of law of the Ministry of Magic we know nothing at this time.

The search continues for Harry Potter and to what happened to him. If you have any information
please contact Albus Dumbledore.

**End Chapter One**

Author's notes and thoughts:

I know that this was a relatively short chapter but they get longer as I go on. Please review
for me because I love to hear them.

I don't mind you saying bad stuff about my stories but if your going to do that then make it
constructive criticism not. “This sucks.” or “I hate this.” If you do that then have the balls to
leave your name and e -mail so I can tell you how much of an idiot you are because you are not
doing anything more then wasting the readers of the reviews time and my time. Otherwise I will use
the flames to boil hot water for some tea.

My next chapter should come out in about a week from now, unless I get lots of reviews for you
(the readers) wanting to get it sooner.

Next post I will have Hermione's reaction and the chapter **Diagon All****e****y.**
As well as an evil cliffy that I will rectify soon after the second post. If my computer is working
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2. Chapter two Diagon Alley
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**Version 1.03 of Editing**

**Sorry this came out so late I hadn't meant to make everyone wait so long for it but my
life has been hectic. And it didn't help that my computer is currently down for the count so
any updates I do have to be done from the local library or from my brother's computer. (heh
good luck on that one happening.) Anyhow Enjoy!**

**Eternal Fighter**

By Emerald Pseudodragon

Ron and Hermione sat on the sofa of the Burrow, Waesley family home. Ron hugged Hermione close
as she cried for her dear friend.

“Ron,” Hermione said into her friend's shoulder, “why did Harry have to leave me? He could
have talked to me if was upset about Siruis. He could have talked to me about anything.
`Sniff.' Why did he have to go?” Her distress and depressed state was evident to those around
her after they had reduced themselves to the acceptance of the conclusion that there was no
possible way that he could have lived without those he cared for being contacted in some form or
way. Professor Dumbledore grimly pointed out that they knew Harry was at least not in
Voldemort's clutches because he would have sent them something so that he could roll in the
wicked satisfaction of his deed.

“Who knows why he left; it could have been anything. Anyway, don't worry so much. Dumbledore
is working hard to find him. So is my Dad,” Ron said looking over to his new girlfriend, Padma
Patil, for some help, as Ron was not the best at matters of grief, love, or loss.

“Ron's right. You have to stay strong and be a Gryffindor, be brave,” Padma tried to pep her
up. Ron and Padma got together after his sister invited her over and he found that he had quite a
few things in common with her. He was grateful for his sister having her over even if at first
having her over did awfully annoy him for a time. For at first they had been constantly at each
other's necks but after an incident near Mrs. Wesley they learned to be civilized around each
other. Even after that it had taken some time for them to put their differences aside long enough
for them to see each other in a different light. Ron still believed that his mom had something to
do with getting them together.

“Sniff I guess all we can do is wait,” Hermione said in a raspy voice that was strained from
crying. In a vigil silence Hermione slowly walked to the windowsill, sat down, and waited for him
to come home to her through the fog of morning.

**Chapter Two**

**Diagon Alley**

“Sir there is a report of a small Deatheater force attacking the northern area Diagon Alley.”
The messenger swiftly bowed and left after respectfully giving the report.

`Hmm' Matthew scratched his goatee in consideration. “Harry, do you think you are ready to
are ready to handle an assignment?” Matt looked over to Harry who now was more grown up looking in
appearance to the previous scraggly look he had when he was in grief thinking that he caused the
death of his Godfather. Unlike his old self, he was now well built with a good deal of muscles but
not over bulging or restricting of any movements. He had let his hair grow out a bit and was now
brought back in a tail giving him the appearance of being older then he really was, at least wiser
looking, which he indeed was.

“It doesn't really matter what I think. People are never really ready at the start but then
again we all have to begin somewhere. This, I think, is where I should begin,” Harry said
thoughtfully to his teacher and master of the area. The area he still did not completely know where
it was. In truth non-but, the master and the masters' most trusted partner or student knew how
to get to this place by anything other then creating portal. The assistant is usually the next in
line for being master of the area so he is told of a way to gain the information, but yet cannot
access the information till the old master as given up his title or has seen fit that a person
should know.

“Would you be willing to take up this task and defend the Alley for us in the name of the
Eternal Fighters, Harry?” Matt asked, “of course I would have to come along with you to supervise
you.” A smile spread across both their faces in delight that they would be able to make a small
jaunt outside the grounds. Not that they where small or unbeautiful but just repetitive after
living there unceasingly learning new and different ways to duel and fight.

“Be ready in ten minutes with all the gear you have trained with. Don't bring your throwing
stars because your aim sucks to be honest and I don't want you to hit me or any other
bystander.” Matthew laughed at the thought of Harry trying to use the throwing stars he gave him
for his birthday as a present along with the promise of showing him how to use them. Matthew only
had a little girl so he did not know what to get Harry in the matters of presents for guys of his
age, so he got him what he would have gotten himself.

“Meet you back here in a bit,” Harry said after giving him a small glare for making fun of his
inability at the throwing stars. Then he ran off for the equipment that had been left in his room
and the training room back in the tower because they had not originally needed it for the day.

Harry made it back with time to spare. `Hermione would be proud of my punctuality.' He
thought to himself. `Wait did I just think that? Ah never mind,' as he waited with Matt to get
the final report on the intensifying situation of Diagon Alley.

“Here is the update you asked for on the situation of the Alley in Britain, sir,” the same
messenger from before said to Matthew with a curt bow while holding out the report.

“Thank you. You may go take the rest of the day off, but remember, not a word about my
apprentice to anyone. I don't want the rest of the Eternal Fighters to know about him till
after the tournament is held,” Matt said to the messenger. “Let's be moving out Harry. Please
make us a portal to the Alley.”

Harry began the thoughts for making a portal but stopped for a second. “What's today's
date, I will need it for the report file I will fill out,” smirked Harry eagerly.

“Goof off, the 27th of August. Now make the portal.”

A portal opened up in the middle of the Alley in front of Gringotts bank. Two figures steeped
out, one in midnight blue trench-robes the other in deep emerald. The one in midnight blue slipped
off to the right and silently onto the rooftops of the stores. Harry had masked his scar so that it
would not show up in someone tried to spell it into focus. Even if they bothered to, the hood on
the trench-robes would keep his face hidden from anyone he did not want seeing him. He had charmed
it to do so for extra secrecy for the order and for himself, last thing he wanted was the press
stalking him.

Chaos was the simplest way to express situation of Diagon Alley. Deatheaters roamed freely
unopposed by almost anyone, people ran inside shops that were not already locked down, and all this
happing with screams echoing off the walls of the shops. The deatheaters had not started killing as
of yet but looked on the verge of killing.

`Pitiful,' Harry thought, `this attack was nothing more then a petty show of deatheater
strength.'

Though disgusted by the sight, Harry remained calm and cool surveying the seen before him. There
was twenty visible deatheater there and most likely the leader was hidden with a few others
coordinating the attack. The deatheaters must have gone out onto the streets of London because they
had a two muggles levitated into the air humiliating them before they killed them in front of the
wizrding community.

Harry's eyes widened temporary but were not seen by anyone because of his hood. “Mr. and
Mrs. Granger, I do believe you could use some help down.”

Mrs. Granger's eyes thickened with tears thinking he was just another person to gear at
her.

Harry stood apart from Matthew who was, unseen on top of a building, observing the actions of
his pupil and if needed prepared to pull him out of danger if it got to much for him to hand.
Matthew did not think this would be needed because the deatheaters here looked to be of lower ranks
of Voldemort's army.

“Well, little one, do you wish to join us?” asked a masculine voice from under a deatheater
mask. The Deatheaters were in stood in one group of twenty about 10 meters down the street from
Harry.

“The only thing that will join you will be my blade with your throat because you are stupid
enough to ask me to join you,” Harry snarled lowly and extended his hand muttering a quick
“Engorgio!” at a pin-looking thing. The pin looking thing was no more replaced with a firm grip on
the staff part of a double-bladed sword, Twin Ninja style weapon. (Think of 2 short swords made as
one at them same time with raping in the middle of it, the middle part is what I call the staff
part as it is a staff-like peace made by folding it a different amount of times making it a lighter
wait metal.) The double-bladed sword reached, on end, up to his eyes. The equivalent of two long
swords put together with a little extra added to the hilt of the sword.

With a quick wave of his hand a mutter “Relashio” and the Grangers were released. Before they
could come close to hitting the ground he yelled “Accio Hermione's parents,” making them fly
threw the air to Harry. Firmly footed Harry caught them in each arm, well holding the double-bladed
sword in one hand behind Mrs. Grangers back.

“Go to the side of the building and wait for me there,” Harry told them. Quietly they obeyed
without question but with fear of wondering if they were being freed of this or going from the
evil's-likeness-in-men to the coldness of the hatred the man showed those
evil's-likeness-of-men. Returning his other hand's grip to the staff part Harry hurtled
forward slashing threw a wand making it explode and obliterate the holder's arm up to the
elbow. Feeling wind at his back Harry thruster behind him and lifted the scurried and slightly
ripped open deatheater over his head, throwing the deatheater onto the others in front of him.
Moving faster Harry was at least two steps ahead of the fastest deatheater. Whirling around he
easily took out three deatheaters with his blade.

True to his teachings, Harry steadily gained speed over them till he was fast enough that he
could know the spell and be out of the way before it left the wand. Wanting to quickly end the
fight, Harry leapt to the side and yelled out a `Reducto,' ripping apart a group of 5
deatheaters. The fight went on, as no pause was given to their dead comrades.

Harry saw the sparkle of an earring glinting in the sun in the corner of his eye. Giving it
little thought because deatheaters do not allow women into their numbers, unless it was for their
masters' pleasure. If he had paid more attention to he woman he would have seen a girl of his
own age running to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who stood next to the building as Harry had
instructed.

Feeling the anger or hatred needed to form a killing cures gather, instinctively Harry searched
for the target and found it was directed at the girl instead of at him. Harry was shocked that the
girl was Hermione and because of this he lost the time he needed to simply push her out of the
way.

Harry rushed to were Hermione was at beating the spell. Turning to face the `Avada Kedarva'
he crossed his arms in front of his face and slightly crouched.

The Curse that would have killed Hermione instead barreled into Harry pushing him back a few
inches at a time until it was either absorbed or reflected away. Striating himself out Harry raised
his hands. `Incendio.' A huge fireball sped forth hitting a number of deatheaters keeping them
busy trying to put out the magical fire Harry had set loose.

With a deafening roar that surely the whole populus of Diagon Alley could hear, he said,

“I am of the Eternal Fighters. We have seen the destruction that has been caused by the fools
called Deatheaters that follow Lord Voldemort and frankly, I am annoyed. As we were formed, by
Merlin, long ago in the first age of magic. The few un-cureptable people were chosen by Merlin to
protect those of good for as long as we remain alive. We have determined that it is time we should
reemerge and fight. So, Deatheaters be warned! I have survived your killing cure and killed number
of your men. I am only one man you don't want to rest of us angered as you have angered
me!”

Harry turned back to the Grangers and spoke to them but did not lift his hood.

“I can't leave you here, so go through the portal to my home.” Lifting his hand once more,
he made a portal in front of them.

End Chapter Two

Author's notes and thoughts:

Last chapter I updated a bit of errors that where there. I am trying to figure out why the
spacing won't work like I have it set up on the word document that I uploaded these from.

Thanks to Ryusuken for being my first reviewer! Keep the reviews coming I love them if there is
enough of them after one chapter I will put other work aside and try and get the next chapter out
for everyone.

For those who have questions or just want to chat, the ways to reach me are at the bottom of my
bio on Fanfiction.net. (www.fanfiction.net/~emeraldpseudodragon)

Or if you're lazy like me you can get me by my Yahoo IM at Emerald_Pseudodragon or you can
get me at emerald_pseudodragon@hotmail.com

Next chapter will be mainly be about what is going on at the home base for the Eternal Fighters
and other things with Harry and Hermione. If I told you more I would be giving away part of the
chapter so see you next chapter hope you like it.

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3. Cleansing Lighting, A Much Needed Chat
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Version 1.03 of Editing

Versions postings have been added to all chapters and future chapters will have them as well.
When I update a chapter I will put a next higher marking on the “Version of Editing” The marking
system will go in increments of one starting at 1.00, 1.01 and so on. This is done so that people
may look back at old chapters that have been read and see if they have been updated or if the post
was for a new chapter.

I have lowered the rating to pg-13 because I have not yet come to the parts that are R yet so
when it does become that rating I will change it. The cause of the rating change later on will be
because I will be killing things through several characters be it human, animal or whatnot.

**Authors note**: **All chapters have been re-uploaded to this point because I got an
awesome beta reader. Round of applause to Another from Portkey.org, thanks for the great
Beta-ing.**

A/N P.S. Sorry but I haven't got it to upload right still for some reason even converting it
to html or htm format isn't working. (This is for portkey.org only fanfiction.net I've got
it to work, for the most part. Shrug, I don't know why.)

**Eternal Fighter**

By Emerald Pseudodragon

Chapter Three

**Cleansing Lighting, A Much Needed Chat**

On the other side of the portal they came into a field outside a castle. At the moment Harry
came out of the portal, he fell to the ground in exhaustion. The weave of magic he had around
himself to mask his identity fell along with him. Hitting the ground his hood flapped away allowing
the Grangers to see who he was. Hermione's shock was evident on her face as this was the first
time she had seen Harry in the past two months since the train ride. It was also the first word or
whatnot that she had heard of him, or from him, since the beginning of when he disappeared. He
parents were in less shock because they did not know him as well nor did they recognize him because
of his change in appearance. Hermione had told them how he looked but the changes that had occurred
in him had changed him enough so that they couldn't recognize him.

To the side, another figure came through a second portal dressed in the same type of cloths
except for the color was a midnight blue instead of the emerald their rescuer wore. He walked over
to Harry, knelt by him, and shook his head.

“My dear boy, you have gotten yourself into a fine mess with declaring your anger toward the
deatheaters and telling the good that you will fight for them.” Matt looked briefly at Harry and
then to the Grangers before he address them again.

“I do not know who you are but Harry must trust one of you so I best tell you to step back from
him,” to emphasize this, Matt stepped back, as well.

“He's going to cleanse himself of the evil he had to temporarily absorb from blocking the
killing curse. As well as replenish some of his energy so that he is not critical,” Matt said to
the Grangers mainly Hermione as he thought he recognized the girl. No, he corrected himself young
women, from Harry's description of her. He assumed it was she but would ask to make sure that
it was in fact her later.

The clear sky began to crackle with lighting and thunder. Lighting struck inches away from Harry
five times, one for each limb and one for his head. A bolt of lighting forked one time and stuck
once for each side of the fork on each of his hands, as that was where he had taken the blunt of
the killing curse. Screams of agony reverberated through the air. Lighting coursed over his body
well screams continued to come forth from his tortured body.

Hermione stood starring horrified at the pain Harry was willingly taking, unable to take her
eyes from Harry while he was cleansing himself. Tears streamed down her face even after it was
done, although it was not that long of a period to watch.

Scooping Harry up into his arms, Matt spoke again to the Grangers without looking back.

“Follow me to my wing of the castle, my wife will make you comfortable while I take care of
Harry.”

“NO, I am going to stay with Harry,” Hermione said forcefully not caring who or what Matt was.
Staying close to Harry was her only thought she was able to get across her mind well she walked
close to Harry. This was evident, as she did not even bother to take in the sight of the beautiful
castle that stood there as she walked up or the insides when she walked through it.

Matthew introduced himself to Hermione's parents and had a friendly chat, mostly reassuring
them that nothing was going to happen to them well they were Harry's guests, while they walked
to the wing that he shared with his wife and the occasional guest or guests.

“Love,” Matt called out as he entered the main living space of his residence in the wing,
“we're back from Diagon Alley and there are a few guests with me. Must be at one of the others
having a chat,” saying the last sentence in afterthought and not as loud as the rest, more than a
mutter but mostly to himself. Matt turned and addressed the Grangers, “Let me put Harry to bed for
some rest and I will get you some dinner going after that.”

Hermione followed him up the stairs to the right of the door and came into a room that of one
you would find in the Gryffindor tower. It had a small shelf of books, a little nook that had a
desk with a cage next to it, on top of the cage sat Hedwig, Harry's pet owl. Matt laid Harry
down on the twin size bed and muttered a quick charm to change Harry's clothes from those to
night clothes.

“If you would like you may stay with Harry `til he wakes, but I assure you that he is fine and
will wake up in about 2 to 3 hours' time.” Seeing that she was going to stay with Harry he
brought the chair from the desk over to beside the bed for her to sit on and left her in peace to
watch over him.

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Matthew walked back downstairs to join the rest of the Grangers and set about making one of the
few meals that he took joy in cooking, because he could actually cook it. When this was done, Matt
felt, after much talk with Mrs. Granger, that he knew Hermione better. Hermione to him seemed to be
a very strong young lady of the magical arts but also of strength of will and was slightly taken
aback when he was told how she had reacted to Harry's disappearance.

For this he took a moment to ponder and thought about the many things that Harry had told of
her, coupled with the new knowledge her parents had provided. He came to the assessment that Harry
and Hermione were of one mind about each other but would not openly admit it or in Harry's
case, it seemed that he did not fully realize what it really was and just dismissed it for love of
friendship. As he had not known what true love was after he had been separated from his real
parents. Sigh. In time they will either know or hurt each other by not letting it out to the other.
However, in the end they will find each other, as it is inevitable for Harry to win without that
love inside of him burning. Like today he proved himself that he had the love to win by stopping
the killing curse from hurting the one he loved.

The Grangers looked over from the sofa that they sat in and saw a beautiful woman of the about
the same age, they assumed, as Matthew was walked into the room. She had soft silvery blue eyes
with shoulder blade length honey brown hair, longer if it had been down, and came up to about three
inches shorter then Matthew was. Upon her interring the room Matthew smiled while he briskly walked
over to her and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and then on her lips whilst he bent down
slightly to draw her into his arms for a loving embrace.

If his wife had not walked in at that point in time he probably would have forgotten to check on
the food and would have burnt it. Luckily she had brought him out of his train of thoughts by her
entrance. He mentally thanked opportunity for the day he found his wife because there after, she
had always been there for him when he needed reminding of his direction. As well as helping to keep
him sane in times when he had to do too much too fast to the degree that it took a ridiculous
amount energy to do the simple tasks.

“Have a good day Rema?” Matt said to his wife.

“Don't `Good day' me, what happened? I can tell you got in trouble somehow. So what did
you do, where is Harry and who are our guests?” Rema said with her hands on her hips looking
sternly at Matthew.

`How does she always know when I have done something?' Matt thought to himself. “Harry is
upstairs, these are the parents of one of Harry's friends, Hermione Granger, and we went to
Diagon Alley nothing too big, love”. Matthew finished with a smile.

Rema looked at him for a second. “The full truth now, Matthew.”

“Blast, how can you always do that? Fine. Harry and I went on a mission to Diagon Ally because
it was getting attacked. Harry took the Grangers away from the Deatheaters and killed six, even
though I had not told him to kill them, then again I didn't tell him not to either, well
burning a number more. After that he stepped in front of a killing curse that would have killed
Hermione and brought them back here. Once he was out of the portal he made he collapsed on the
ground cleansing himself. Then I carried him up to his room.” Matthew said in one lungful of air to
his wife, knowing that it was no use to even try to put a good spin on it to try and hide anything
from her.

“Much better, I trust that you made sure he's all right or will be. Next time you try and
sugar coat it, you will be sleeping on the couch. By the way your food is burning,” Rema said
smiling the whole time. “Let me cook this time, you clean up the mess you made though.”

(**A/N** and how many wives would let their men go out with the boy they hold as their own,
fight a battle, and kill the enemy nonetheless. Hum not many. Ah well this one does :)'

**"** **"** **"**

An hour later after the above.

Harry smiled in his sleep as he felt his hand being caressed by another, but smaller, hand then
his own. Hermione had not left the room for anything other then using the restroom and when she was
in his room she sat with him and caressed his hand closest to her.

“How is he doing Hermione?” asked Rema from behind her, as the two had become instant friends.
Their love for books brought them together and talking. Moreover, their caring for Harry brought
them into a deeper friendship then two people would normally have right off. Though they both loved
him they did in different ways one as a mother the other as a girlfriend, but alas Hermione was not
his girlfriend she was only his best friend. Yet, hope remained in her as he never took on a
relationship and kept it more then one date, in point and fact he had only, to her knowledge, ever
been on one date with anyone.

“The same as he's been for the past hour. Asleep but not really responding to anything
trying to wake him, but I haven't tried much because you told me to let him sleep till he woke
on his own.” Hermione said to Rema as she brushed hair from Harry's eyes.

“How are you dong Hermione, how are you taking this all in?” Rema asked Hermione about what she
thought of what Harry had become. As she got to know her new friend that she had found in Hermione,
and brought to gather by Harry indirectly, she found that Hermione was resourceful but at times
could be rather intolerable to accept things the way they were. Hopefully she would be able to
better accept things once Harry explained them to her, she had only given a brief description of
his duties as an Eternal Fighter and rather broad outlook.

“I don't know what to feel about this to be honest. There are so many things that I need to
ask him about. It ” she paused trying to find the right words to properly describe her dilemma
without betraying her feelings. “I don't know what to think of it right now. When he wakes
I'm going to have to talk to him.”

Hermione was confused by it all because she did not know what to make of her feelings for Harry.
Before he saved her and her parents, her feelings for him were hidden from him because she just did
not know if he returned them or not, but they were known to her and known to be more then just a
crush. At that time, she knew nothing more then that. Now they where evident to her and Rema on the
outside and she was not able to contain them as she did in the past. For the sheer fact that the
feelings for him had tripled when he saved her. She didn't know if her love for him had grown
because he had saved her, adding on not only her love for him but also the love for a hero, or
simply because he had been the one to step out in front of her instead of some unknown person. She
had let her feelings flow out instead of being locked away.

“Don't worry child, you will find out all you need from Harry. You might even find a
pleasant stay here after you get used to the idea that Harry has advanced, in a manner of speaking,
beyond what he used to be both in mind and body. Hem, well we will know once you have bee here a
few days. Oh and between you and me, you have my permission to give him a few smacks upside the
head for frustrating you so,” Rema finished a little frolicsome-like.

(**A/N** frol-ic-some adj. Full of gaiety or high spirits; playful; merry. ~ Webster's
New World college dictionary. Didn't want to give the wrong impression to people. Thanks.)

Maybe Rema was able to see her feelings because she knew something that Hermione did not know
but that thought was, once again, brought on by hopeful thinking more so then deep thought.
However, she was putting this behind her until she was able to talk to Harry and see what he felt
for her. She had to know what he felt for her or she would just have to find some way to move on
with her life and accept that he would not be with her in the way that she wanted. She would never
be less then his best friend and that she knew for sure, he was too noble for anything less.

Harry started to stir from feeling the caressing of his hand from another. Memories came flowing
into his mind showing him the last moments before he blacked out and then on back words to saving
Hermione and the fight. Shooting strait upright into a sitting position, Harry found the two women
in his room and the fact that he was in his room, then flopped back down onto his mattress with a
groan.

His eyes closed he greeted them, “Hello Hermione, and Rema you don't need to tell me that it
was a foolish thing that I did; the headache is enough to confirm what I did was a bit dumb.”

“First off, I am glad that you are alright and that you know what you did was stupid without me
telling you. Second, DO IT AGAIN AND I WILL HURT YOU WORSE THEN YOU GOT FROM THAT,” Rema screamed
at him, “not to mention that you scared the hell out of Hermione here”.

“Please don't yell. My head is already pounding without it,” Harry moaned.

“If you didn't already have a headache I would smack you upside the head for that wisecrack.
Instead, you get to explain to Hermione what is going on after your headache is gone and that I
think Hermione would be able to get rid of for you. Any way I think it best that I see what Matt is
up to otherwise he might get himself burnt again.” Rema said to the both of them and walked out
leaving them in peace to sort their problems out for themselves. That she knew that they would be
able to find common ground somewhere and maybe in time find each other.

Harry snickered at the thought of his mentor burning himself again. He seemed to be notorious
for burning himself when cooking or well his attempts at what he called cooking. He had to admit
though, when it did come out right it was better then what Hogwarts' house elves make.

Hermione got up from where she sat and enveloped him in a hug that would rival that of Mrs.
Weasaly's famous bone crushing hugs. “You scared us all out of our wits and you owe Professor
Dumbledore one big apology for making him rack his brains trying to find you. Oh, just don't
ever do that again ok, at very least leave us a little note saying you will be back.” Hermione sat
back in the bed that Harry had previously been laying on and now sat up in lazily facing Hermione
who was resting her back on the headboard of the bed.

“I guess your wanting me to explain what I am doing here?” Hermione crossed her arms under her
chest waiting for him to continue. “Where do you want me to begin?”

“How about you just tell me all that you can, because one way or another I will get it out of
you and you know it,” Hermione said in a matter-of-factly manner to Harry while still waiting.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Hermione finding there across from him an extraordinarily
beautiful woman sitting there instead of what he last saw of her. He had last seen a confident
young woman in Hogwarts robes that concealed any attainable knowledge of her form that he could
have seen without being perverted. Now she was clothed in jeans and a shirt letting him see that
she was no longer a girl and in a year or two she would cease to be a young woman but then be a
beautiful woman. Alas Harry knew that she had, unknown to her and for the most part himself as
well, him trapped by her balance of brains, bookworm, and beauty.

Closing his eyes so that he could concentrate on what she asked of him he spoke to her from his
mind's own world. “I know you would find out anyway. I am part of a group called the Eternal
Fighters. When called upon, we head to the foe and do as best as we can keep them at bay and if
possible stopping them even if it means killing them. Everyone here is a wizard or a witch unless
they are married to one of us. Even then, they are trained to defend themselves to some extent
against ones of the magic craft. At the age a person is considered a young adult we agree to leave
the place we call home to come here and train. Normally people would end up here around the age of
fourteen and complete their training around the time they are twenty years old.”

Harry shifted his body into a more comfortable position that was being sprawled out with his
head by Hermione's lap and his legs crossed at the ankles. Harry stared strait up at the
ceiling with his eyes unmoving but instead in deep thought keeping his mind directed at trying, as
best as he can, to explain what he can to Hermione without getting into things that were of
sensitive nature.

Now comfortable he continued on, “My training started a day after I got here, as the first day
was spent in rest and learning the castle and the grounds so that I wouldn't have to ask of
where to go for anything. I started my training with muggle weapons and martial arts so that I
would have a good background for dueling and sword-splay. Plus it's a good way to fight and not
need to spend magical energy on spells that I could easily end the fight without using. Once I
learned a good deal of that, I went on to choosing the best muggle weapon for myself by selecting
my favorite useful weapon then crafting one with modifications to fit my size and use. I chose the
Twin Ninja double bladed sword with the modification of a slight curve at the end of the blade. At
the same time, I learn ancient and modern forms of magic from wand-less magic to animagus and
dueling.” Harry paused for breath and asked if there was any water in the room. Hermione in
response gave him a glass of water from a pitcher that Rema brought up earlier with Hermione's
lunch.

Returning to his previous position with the minor variation of that his head was now in
Hermione's lap instead of on the bed, Harry continued talking after intensely blushing. “I have
almost completed my animagus training and I know that you are about to ask what I am so I will just
tell you. I am a Leskylor. ” Harry stopped talking as Rema walked into the room and looked at the
two.

“Well actually, I'm not an animgus yet I haven't completed the training for it. Really I
haven't hardly even started on it yet,” Harry stated before Rema interrupted him to ask a
question.

End Chapter Three

A/N: Once again thanks for the exceptional Beta reading that you're doing for me Another. It
defiantly makes it easier to read.

Next chapter we get reading for a tournament hosted by and for the Eternal Fighters, and you get
to meet two new characters. (Both ladies and both important.)

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