Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 41 H Goes To Hogs

A five foot tall handsome young man with lean build was standing while he huffed in front of his fully bound opponent. He has bright green eyes, well styled black hair and a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead. The girls who are watching him can’t help but blush at his charming countenance and his strength in combat.

“Well that’s it Harry. You have learned everything that I can ever teach you. You have become a fine young man and went a long way from a pipsqueak to – this! If you want to learn more than that then you must seek Biringgan where the master established a higher degree of magical education.”

The man stood after dispelling the incarcerous charm that bound him.

“Its all thanks to you Guro. I would never have been anywhere near this level if not for you or the master’s support. Thank you very much.”

Harry bowed and let Guro touch his head. It was a sign of respect in this place, a very polite way of asking for a blessing.

“To think you thought your name was Freak back then. You really went a long way my boy. Now go. Do your task and fulfil your destiny the master puts his trust in you. Here, this will be of help to you in times of need.”

Harry’s face blushed from remembering certain memories in his younger days here in Narko where he told everyone his name saying he was a ‘Freak’. Now, it was just a distant funny memory at the back of his head that would surely be used against him by the close friends he made here in Akademya in the past six years.

You read that right. Its been six years already and he is expecting a certain letter from a certain school. He was healed, nurtured and trained in Akademya all free of charge. He made friends, got rid of his fears, and became who he is in those wonderful six years he stayed here. The trouble back in the Dursley’s is not enough to bring him down, in fact they began to fear him once he put them in their right place. It turns out that aside from the physical and mental abuse he suffered they were actually brutal enough to be spending his inheritance for themselves while they fed him leftovers.

He can still recall how Guro revealed it all to him. How he was hailed as a hero in the wizarding world, his inheritances, his parents, everything he ever wanted to ask was answered like a prayer. He cried that day. He cried for the last time. He promised himself. Then he trained like a maniac in Akademya under the guidance of Guro and other instructors.

“Oi Freak let’s go.”

It was Barath. He never stopped calling him freak from the beginning till now but Harry didn’t mind. Barath reminds him of his conviction and greatly appreciates this very loyal friend of his. He smiled and dragged Barath towards Guro.

“Well let’s have something to remind us of our friendship before I go. Alright wave for the camera!”

Bzzzt*

A picture for everyone.

Something Harry will treasure throughout his life.

Barath and Harry walked towards the gate meeting new kids who are very much having the same reaction he had when he first arrived. When they reached the gate they stood in one of the outlying circles outside the central one that sends people out and arrived once again inside Barath’s lair.

“You are a.d.u.l.ting and isn’t fit for this place any more good luck on your new adventure outside. Let’s have a feast before you go.”

They ate and celebrated for the last time. According to Barath and Guro, Narko is a special place for children. When one reaches a certain age (11 years old) they are not allowed entry anymore and Harry’s is going to be on the morrow.

Tears were threatening to fall when they parted ways. Barath was like the older brother he never had, and Harry was like his ‘bunso’ (youngest) brother from another mother. Yeah that’s a thing.

Harry sat in his room, caressing an eagle pendant with an eight rayed sun in its chest a star in its beak, and a star in each of its talons. On his other hand is the picture taken before he left the Akademya.

‘Fulfill my destiny and then find Biringgan.’

He set his future goals.

A whole different boy from what was expected comes to Hogwarts. Someone empowered. Someone very difficult to manipulate. Definitely hard to get rid of. Another headache for the time tested headmaster, the leader of light who thinks what he decides to do is for the greater good like a certain religion. What a duche of a fagg he is. A scheming old bastard, willing to sacrifice an innocent child to once again rekindle his fame in the wizarding world and cement his footing in power, a fagg who once swore to his other fagg lover not to fight each other, someone who tricked a young phoenix into signing a contract with him and someone willing to put students in harms way just to get what he wanted. Surely he did not deserve such a great reputation.

‘Drag Dumbledore down from his position.’