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.
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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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