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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 6th year. 7th year will be a sequel to this and I have started on formulating ideas for the 7th 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 Alley. As well as an evil cliffy that I will rectify soon after the second post. If my computer is working for me!
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