Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Blade.

A/N:
Hey people. sorry for the long up-date, been busy with work and kinda got stuck on another fic.

Not much to say now but regrading Ron, I think I'll be keeping him around a little longer. He's probably going to be more cannon now and be more of comic relief as for him wising up as thar Harry will put up with him, not now maybe 2nd year (middle) unless someone has a sugguestion or something.

Thanks.

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As Harry walked towards the Great Hall for the next day, he couldn't help but notice the stares he got from most of the students he passed and from their hashed whispers, he knew enough to know that they were talking about yesterday's incident with the troll.

"I heard he killed the troll with an unforgivable."

"I heard he killed it with his bare hands."

"Stupid rumors."

"I heard he killed it with some muggle weapon."

That stopped him in his tracks.

"You sure? No way muggles can make something that can kill a troll."

"Well he wasn't too sure himself what it was but he was there after all."

"Ron!" Harry started walking towards the Great Hall, his pace quicker than before. He entered the Great Hall, all thoughts of breakfast long gone from his mind despite his usual morning workout.

He found Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly to a small group of Gryffindors.

"You're coming with me." Harry grabbed Ron by the back of his shirt, pulled him out of his seat and proceeded to drag Ron out of the Hall, but not before grabbing a roll for himself.

When they were alone and Harry had finished his roll, he held Ron against the wall, "What have you been telling everyone?" Harry's voice was neutral and he was looking at the floor instead of at Ron.

"What do you mean mate?" Ron looked confused.

"I mean, what did you tell people about yesterday?"

"Well, just what did you think I told them? I told them what happened as best as I can remember… okay I might have exaggerated a little about the size of the troll…"

"What did you tell them about how the troll died?"

"Well that you killed it or at least I think you killed it with some kind of weapon… probably muggle, though I don't think that muggles could…"

"Shit."

"Something wrong Harry?"

Harry's head snapped up and looked Ron straight in his eyes, "What's wrong?! You told everyone I used muggle weapons to kill a troll. Think for a minute Ron what that means or the implications of that?"

Ron thought for a moment, at which time his face seem to contort into various stages of discomfort. Harry thought he was about to blow a gasket thinking so hard.

"Nope, can't think of anything."

"Sigh… Why am I friends with you?" It was a rhetorical question.

"Because of my winning personality?"

Some of the tension did leave the air. Well it was partially true, partially. Ron's somewhat clueless nature and sense of humor can at times really be amusing and somewhat endearing but at times, like earlier, it can just be a pain in the ass.

"Look Ron. This is a school, wands are general tools though they can be used as weapons to hurt and kill but by telling people that I used an unknown weapon will bring unwanted attention to me. Do you understand what would happen if people found out I really had muggle weapons?"

Ron thought about it for a moment and finally understood, more or less.

"Oh… right. Guess that would be a bit of a problem. But Harry why do you have muggle weapons with you?"

Harry checked the corridors to see if they were alone which they were.

"Look this time, keep this quiet okay? I made a deal with the Headmaster." He waited for Ron's nod before he continued, "I always carry these with me." Harry pulled back his robe and turned slightly to show Ron one of the guns on his back, totally concealed by his robe.

Ron's eyes widen in awe, "Blimey, why are you walking around with those things?"

"I'll tell you some other time… IF you learn to keep your mouth shut."

Ron looked a little hurt then looked down like a scolded child.

"Look Ron, I'm a fairly reserved person." "Very, actually." He thought. "And frankly, it's already a real pain that I'm supposedly some celebrity and people know more about me and my parents than I do."

"I guess I understand."

"Come on there's just enough time to grab a little more breakfast."

"Ok." Ron livened up at the mention of food. "Say Harry if you have those things with you, why did you bring me along?"

"I brought you along so that it would have at least given you a chance to smooth things over with Hermione, not to be a witness to broadcast what happened to everyone in the school."

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll keep that little detail about those things out of the story."

On their way back to the Great Hall, they were intercepted by the Weasley twins.

"Looky here old twin of mine. What do we have here?"

"Well if it isn't our new seeker."

"Oh ya. Fred and George are on the team too. Beaters."

"Our job is to made sure you don't get bloodied up too much. Can't make any promises though rough game Quitditch."

"Brutal but no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasonally."

"But they will turn up in a month or two."

"So don't worry too much."

They both patted Harry's arms and walked off.

"Gee, aren't your brothers a comfort." Harry said sarcastically.

"I don't know, they never seem to say anything comforting."

"Forget it. I want breakfast."

-- Great Hall --

It was lunch time and Hermione had just joined Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table when Hedwig flew in carrying a long, thin package and dropped it in front of Harry who caught it and put it on the table.

"A bit early for mail isn't it?" Hermione asked.

"Let's open it." Ron looked excited.

They torn away the wrapping to reveal a broomstick but before any of them could say anything, they were interrupted.

"That's a broomstick," they turned around and saw Malfoy flanked by Cabbles and Goyle, a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face.

Ron couldn't resist it. "It's not any old broomstick; it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle." Malfoy snapped. "Anyway you'll be in for it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed broomsticks."

"Sorry to burst your bubble Malfoy but why don't you see who sent me the broom." He motioned towards the head table where Prof. McGonagall was stroking Hedwig, looking rather pleased.

Malfoy looked confused and outraged.

"You know I really should thank you Malfoy. If you didn't take Neville's Remembrall and made me catch it, I wouldn't have a broom right now."

Malfoy looked even more outraged and stormed off with Ron laughing his head off.

-- Gryffindor Boys' Dorm --

Harry trekked up the stairs and entered the Boy's Dorm, he was dead tired, he wasn't really used to, nor did he think he would ever get used to the drain that follows most of his lessons and the homework.

Sure, Whistler and some of his other associates taught him how to read, do math, basic science and martial arts but for some reason they were never as draining as this. Right now all he wanted was to get back to his dorm and crash on the bed for some shut eye before dinner.

Sometimes he wished he could just go back to his old life… Sometimes. As Harry entered his room he noticed a black owl sitting in the middle of his bed which flew to the end of his bed and held out a letter.

"Thanks." Harry took the letter and opened it while the owl just waited.

"Hey Harry,

Meet Shadow, we just got him yesterday. Isn't he cute? Now we don't have to wait for you to send us something with Hedwig or use those wizard stamps.

I'm glad to hear you and Hermione have made up. You really are her knight in shining armor weren't you? I'm happy you're making friends.

Also nice pranks you pulled on that slimey arrogant jerk, I always thought you had a mischievous streak in you. You were just repressing it like you usually do everything else.

The workshop's been up and running for a while now but the vampire activities around these parts seem to be a little slow compared to back home. Whistler's only killed four of them in the last month. But those were just non-magical vampires posing as hookers, the vampires in the wizarding community seem to be more secretive and hidden. We're still trying to find out more about them.

We haven't encountered any of the other kinds of vampires you mentioned but we think it's course they're either hidden in magical areas or higher up the vampire hierarchy.

Anyway that's enough about the serious stuff. Can't wait to see you again during your Christmas break.

Lots of love,

Crystal"

Harry smiled and folded the letter, "Nice to meet you Shadow." Harry scratched Shadow's head. "You can head back now if you want. I'll probably send Crystal a reply in a day or two."

Shadow nodded and flew out the open window.

-- - --

A man with short blonde hair walks through a doorway and into a dimly lit room full of computers and mainframes and walks up to a long-haired man wearing glasses typing away at a computer terminal.

"Heard anything about Blade?" asked the blonde.

"Ya. We managed to track them to an international flight from the US to the UK."

"The UK, are you sure? Blade's never moved outside of the US before."

"That's why it took so long to find them. They were registered under Abraham Whistler, Crystal Caine and Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?"

"Ya, I think that's the alias Blade's going under, we talked to a couple of the staff at the airport. This Harry Potter matches Blade's description perfectly down to that damn scar of his."

"Hmmm… Blade out of the country, we shouldn't have any problems. Did you inform the council?"

"Ya, I just sent an email off, we should get a reply soon."

"Good then we can…" The blonde's sentence was cut short by a silenced shot through the back of his head followed by another to the forehead of his stunned associate.

A figure walked out of the shadows and kept his silenced 9mm in his coat before throwing the body of the computer tech off the keyboard and started rapidly typing.

"Shit." The figure cursed and pulled out a handphone, "Ya it's me. I couldn't stop them in time... Ya, they got the word out on where Whistler and Blade are... Got it. I'm coming in."

The figure ripped out the hard disk of some of the computers and grabbed some files before dumping the rest in a pile on the floor. He took out an incendiary grenade just like the ones Blade uses, starting a fire that should cover up or destroy at traces of what happened.

-- Hogwarts' Grounds --

Oliver Wood and Harry with his new Nimbus 2000 walked onto a large grass patch carrying a large wooden crate between them.

"Right," said Wood. "Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side. "Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper and a Seeker. That's you."

They placed the crate on the ground and Wood opened the crate and picked up the Quaffle.

"There are three kinds of balls. This ball's called the Quaffle." said Wood as he tossed to Harry. "The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal." He pointed to the hoops of the Qudditch pitch in the distance. "Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Now the Keeper, that's me." He said proudly, "flies around the team's hoops and stops the other team from scoring. You with me so far?"

"I think so." Harry tossed the Quaffle and looked at the Bludgers, "What are those?"

"You better take this." Wood handed Harry the beater's bat and released one of the Bludgers which shot straight up. "Careful now. It's coming back."

Harry took aim with the bat as the Bludger fell back towards them. Harry took a swing at the Bludger, sending it through the through a circle formed by a statue on a wall.

"Not bad Potter. You'd make a fair Beater."

"Thanks I guess."

"Watch it now."

Wood got ready to catch the in-coming Bludger but before he could react it changed direction towards Harry. Fortunately, Harry's finely honed reflexes and strength caught the Bludger less than an inch from his face. Wood just stared at Harry in shock, not only had he caught a Bludger so close to his face, he was holding it effortlessly.

"Here let me just take that." Wood struggled to lock the Bludger back in the box. "Now as a Seeker, the only thing you should be worried about is this." He handed the golden ball to Harry, "The Golden Snitch."

The Snitch unwrapped its wings and flew around them. Harry just watched the Snitch as it zipped around.

"Don't let it fool yer. The Snitch is wicked fast and damn near impossible to catch. You catch that Potter, you get a hundred and fifty points and end the game. You catch that Potter and we'll surely win the game."

In a flash, the Snitch zipped off, only to be caught by Harry. Harry opened his hand and watched as the Snitch buzz around his fingers, ignoring the look on Woods face.

-- Great Hall --

Harry took his time eating breakfast, he was nervous but hid it well and more or less blocking out whatever Ron and Hermione were saying, only grunting or nodding every now and then.

"Good luck today Potter," Harry turns to see Snape standing behind the trio, "but now that you've proved yourself against a troll. A little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. Even if it is against Slytherin." Harry watches as Snape walks away with a limp.

"No wonder I smelled blood around him the other day." Harry muttered to himself.

"Did you say something Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Never-mind, it was nothing."

-- Quidditch Pitch --

The Gryffindor team headed towards the Quidditch pitch and stood in front of the door before the pitch.

"Nervous Harry?" Wood asked.

"Kinda I guess." Sounding calmer than he was.

"Well you sound calmer than I did in my first game."

"What happened?"

"Err… I don't really remember. Took a Bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in hospital a week later."

Harry could hardly suppress a smirk and snot, "That's comforting."

The Gryffindors mounted their brooms and took off as the doors opened.

TBC

A/N:
Oh ya it seems I'm still getting a little grief about my 'BReast Master' typo, what can I say, I don't beta my A/Ns but I just might add a little Omake/Parody to the Beast Master fic, no promises.

Next chapter is Harry's first Quidditch Match, I promise violence, pain and penty of fouls but by who? Guesses? Sugguetions?