AN- I was thinking that someone HAS to make a Harry Potter anime!.....Anywho, Back to more important things...
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' You didn't know? I'd have found out everything I could if it was me!' Hermione exclaimed. ' Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around and I hope I'll be in Gryffindor. It sounds the best by far, in fact I heard that Dumbledore himself was a Gryffindor, but I suppose that Ravenclaw would be alright to. We'd better go get looking for Neville's toad again.' she said standing to leave. ' You two better get changed into your robes you know. I expect we'll be there soon.'
And with that she left.
Ron threw his wand in his trunk. ' Stupid spell- George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud. Anywho (AN- sorry but I always say and type anyWHO instead of anyWAY) Anywho, whatever house I'm in I hope she's not in it. What about you Harry?'
Harry actually though he wouldn't mind being in Hermione's house but could see that that answer would not make Ron very happy so he ignored the question. ' What house are your brothers in?'
' Gryffindor. ALL the Weasleys have been in Gryffindor! So if I don't get into Gryffindor I'll disappoint EVERYONE!' This situation was obviously upsetting Ron.
' I'm sure the house you end up in will be the right one. After all I think you get put in one house or another depending on your characteristics not how much magical ability you have.' Harry actually had no idea but thought that his explanation was the most likely one, so he wasn't exactly lying. Harry NEVER lied.
This soothed Ron's nerves visibly. ' So did you hear about Gringotts? Some one tried to break into one of the high security vaults! My brother, Bill, is in Africa doing some work for Gringotts that I THINK might have something to do with making the security a little bit more secure.' he said.
Harry had indeed heard about it from his friend Kalib at Gringotts, who had though Harry should know that it was probably the work of a dark arts master, for example... VOLDEMORT!!!! Dun dun dunnnnnn! (AN- heh heh lol!) He told Ron what Kalib had told him about it.
' Whoa. (AN- think Reeves.) You don't think You-Know-Who might be behind it do you?' Ron asked.
' Who? Voldemort?'
Ron gasped.
' Oops! Sorry I keep forgetting!' exclaimed Harry. ' But anyway I thought everyone says he's dead?'
' They do! And some people are still scared of the thought of him to this day, that's how bad it was when he was still powerful and that's why you're so famous.' Ron could see that talking about how famous Harry was, was upsetting to Harry to he let the conversation die.
' So what house was Vold... uh... You-Know-Who in?' Harry asked after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.
' He was a Slytherin. I guess it wouldn't be TOO bad if I was in Ravenclaw... or even Hufflepuff but if I get put in Slytherin I think I might actually quit the school. Just about every dark arts wizard in the last few hundred years has been in Slytherin.' (AN- I don't really have anything against Slytherin... I just don't like Malfoy or Snape...)
' So I'm guessing that I should hope I'm NOT in Slytherin? Are you SURE it's really that bad though?'
' Harry. You obviously haven't been listening. If what you said about how your house is chosen is right then you only get put in Slytherin if you've got some evil in you! George told me that you have to pass some sort of test to be sorted but... well it was GEORGE that told me...'nuff said.'
Harry wasn't so sure about Slytherin as Ron was since he hadn't really met any Slytherins yet. Harry decided that he would wait until he knew more about the houses before he could decide which one he wanted to be in.
' So what can you tell me about Quidditch?' Harry asked changing the topic.
Ron's face lit up at the question. ' What do you want to know? What's your Quidditch team?'
' I don't know any.'
' WHAT!!?!??!?' Ron yelled jumping to his feet. ' Oh, you wait. It's the best game in the world!!' and he started explaining all of the details to Harry who soaked it all up.
Harry was really getting into it when they heard the door to their compartment open. They looked up expecting to see Hermione and Neville again. Unfortunately it wasn't. Instead it was the pale boy Harry had ... encountered in Diagon Alley, Malfoy was all he could remember, along with two other boys. The two unknown boys were large and stupid looking and not much else.
Malfoy looked confused and VERY angry. The latter of the two being quite understandable considering how Harry had dealt with him in Diagon Alley.
The pale boy just stood there for a moment staring at Harry. ' I heard that Harry Potter was in this compartment. Looks like it wasn't true.' the Malfoy sneered. ' Just a poor boy and a four eyed freak. What's the matter? Never heard of a comb before?'
Harry just shook his head and ignored him. Ron on the other hand had a MUCH shorter temper and on top of that was very protective of his friends and family. He wasn't about to let some complete stranger call his family poor and he already considered Harry a friend.
' Well looks like it's Captain Ignorant come to plague us with his ugly mug, along with his sidekicks twiddle dumb and twiddle dumber. Who the hell do you think you are barging in here like that? And for your information this IS the real Harry Potter!' Ron answered back.
Malfoy was quite ticked off at this. ' I'm Draco Malfoy, that's who. And it's obvious your a Weasley. My father told me all the Weasleys are the same. Red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford. Oh yeah! Sure that's Harry Potter! Hah! The real Harry Potter wouldn't be hanging around with the likes of you!' At this Harry gave up on hoping for a peaceful solution and stood up, brushing his hair off his forehead as he did so.
' Why don't you let the 'real Harry Potter' decide for myself who I hang around with?' Harry said without any anger in his voice.
For a moment Draco didn't do anything but stare at Harry's scar open mouthed, then he realized he looked like a fool.
' Uh, well if I had of known that you were Harry Potter I wouldn't have said what I did.' Draco said sounding rather uncertain, but gaining confidence. ' This is Crabbe and Goyle. Why don't you come with us and I can tell you who the right people to hang around with are and-'
' Like I said, I'll decide for myself who I hang around with. Now I think you should go.'
Ron was ready for a fight and didn't seem to realize that he and Harry were out numbered. Draco on the other hand was a little nervous after the last time he tried to hurt Harry, but he figured that Crabbe and Goyle, both rather large would at least even things up.
For a moment everyone was tensed, waiting to see who would make the first move. Only Harry had any appearance of calm.
(AN- I was gonna end the chapter here but it was only 7kb so I was forced to keep writing.)
All of the sudden Draco lunged at Harry and that's when it started. Ron ran at Goyle and punched him the stomach before Goyle could blink. Ron and Goyle were ignored as they continued to scuffle, neither one seeming to be winning. As Draco lunged at Harry, Harry stepped aside and smacked Malfoy in the back of the head as he passed causing him to run into the wall of the compartment and fall to the floor. Crabbe swung at Harry but was much to slow Harry ducked the punch and hit Crabbe in the solar plexus effectively taking him out of the fight, then turned back to Malfoy who was on his feet again. Malfoy took in the sight of Crabbe rolling around on the floor groaning and Harry not even winded and decided he had taught Harry and Ron their lessons and dashed out the door. Goyle, circling around with Ron, saw this, looked at Harry, then decided to help Crabbe out of the compartment, casting nervous looks at Harry the whole time.
Ron was out of breath and Harry could tell from experience that he'd have a black eye the next day but he was grinning so widely he was in danger of splitting his head in half. Harry laughed at his friend before it hit him. For the first time ever, Harry had a real friend. He supposed that Mr. Osakawa was a friend but he wasn't even close to being Harry's age.
' Teach THEM to talk about us like that eh Harry?' Ron asked snapping Harry out of his thoughts.
Harry smiled and quietly answered ' I guess they won't try to fight us again too soon.' Ron was still grinning madly but Harry was just disgusted. With Malfoy for being such an idiot and picking a fight with them and insulting Ron and his family (strangely it was Malfoy insulting Ron, not Harry, which had really mad Harry decide to fight). However, Harry was also a little disgusted with himself, What he had learned at the dojo wasn't meant for fighting but simply for the exhilaration he got from training. At least that was how Harry had always thought of it, but Mr Osakawa had told him something a little different when Harry had gone, by himself, to say goodbye. It had been during the last few days in Diagon Alley.
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Harry stood outside of the dojo, it was closed, but he knew that Mr. Osakawa was likely still inside doing the little paperwork required of him. Harry went around back and knocked on the door. After a moment the door opened revealing a wary Mr Osakawa. When he saw who it was that was knocking on his back door after hours his eyes went wide and he threw his door open ushering Harry in while bombarding him with questions.
' Where have you been Harry? Something happened at your house a few days ago and it's all over the town. Something about a giant breaking into your house with a shotgun according to your Uncle. I haven't seen you since. Why didn't you come to tell me what happened? And while we're at it what DID happen? I don't believe your Uncle's story at all and-'
Harry interrupted when Mr. Osakawa stopped to take a breath. ' Mr. Osakawa I'll explain it all but it will take a while and before I do explain there are a few things you should know about my parents...'
After hours of explaining everything that had happened to him and then re-explaining since Mr. Osakawa hadn't believed him the first time, Mr. Osakawa sat back and closed his eyes, heaving a great sigh.
' I can't believe it. There's no way... and yet it explains more about you than it doesn't Harry. Whew.' after a while Harry had realized that Mr. Osakawa had stopped believing him and was only humouring Harry by listening. So Harry brought out his wand, which he had brought along with him for just such a problem. After a few demonstrations Mr. Osakawa had believed everything Harry had been telling him. Harry though he took it rather well considering a small boy had demolished his entire world view. After further explaining that he was going to Hogwarts and what that meant Mr. Osakawa asked him to stay where he was and said he'd be right back.
' Ahhh. Here it is Harry.' Mr. Osakawa said as he came back up the stairs from the dojo to the room where he and Harry had been talking. He sat back down next to Harry holding a small, ornately carved knife in his hands. He showed it to Harry.
' This knife has been passed down from father to son in my family for five or six generations. When my father gave it to me I figured that one day I could give it to my son. Unfortunately I never did meet that special someone, but when you joined my dojo here all those years ago and showed just how good a person you were I decided that I wanted you to have the knife when you grew up.' Harry opened his mouth to protest but was cut off before he could begin. ' I know, I know. You don't want to take something like this from me, but you would be doing me a great favour. Just promise me that if you ever meet "that special someone" yourself, and if you ever have a son, pass it on to him along with it's story.'
Harry could only nod.
' I know I can't ever take your real father's place and I know I can't make up for all the years of suffering you've endured from the Dursleys but I want you to know that you're as close to a son as I'll ever get.' He went on to explain that the knife wasn't meant to be hung on a wall and admired. He gave Harry a cleverly designed sheath that strapped to his wrist. When you flexed the right tendons in your arm the knife would slip out into you palm. He made Harry practice until he more or less could do it every time.
He and Harry talked for a long time and Harry slowly came to realize just how much he would miss Mr. Osakawa. He supposed that this was what it was like to have a father. They talked until well past midnight. Harry knew tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, might worry but he was just to happy at the moment to worry. Eventually Harry started to nod off in the chair and he knew it was time to go.
' I think I'd better be going now.'
' I guess you're right.' Mr. Osakawa said looking depressed at the thought. ' But hey, I'll see you at the end of term won't I?'
Harry nodded.
' Well then there is one more thing I want you to understand before you go. I know that you have a very trusting nature, whether you realize it or not, and I know that you never trained here to learn to fight, in fact those are some of the reasons I've given you that knife. However, you must realize that not all people are worthy of your trust, and sometimes you have to fight with everything you have. That includes everything that you've learned here. Do you understand Harry?'
Harry nodded and they exchanged almost tearful fare-wells.
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' Hello!? Atlantis to Harry? You still with us Harry?'
Harry jerked forwards. ' Huh? What?'
' You zoned out there for a while. It's time to get changed. We're just about there.'
' Oh, alright.' Harry got up from his seat and changed into his Hogwarts robes in the bathroom and the end of the car. Just as he was getting back to his and Ron's compartment the train lurched and began to slow down. They were finally there.
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