Chp.1 Revised-November 08

Chp. 1 New doesn't always mean recent

It was a cold, and stormy night and the Deatheaters were at a place they wish they were not. The mouth of hell, although chilly in its surrounds, emitted a smothering heat from its center. Voldemort didn't know what possessed him to come here, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he was a bit skeptical. Could these creatures truly be trusted?

He stood in a remote clearing in Scotland. The clearing had been coated with gravel and foot high stones formed a sort of maze surrounding similar stones that formed a barricade around cobblestone ruin. Every now and then, a large rock column interrupted the rock sequence, standing 12 feet tall each. Standing with the cobblestone at his feet, Voldemort saw that the stones formed a two-ringed circle. The outer ring held many different symbols, while the middle held one single symbol. He didn't understand what the symbol said, but he knew the meaning. It was an ancient language. A language he had no time to learn. But the evil surrounding the area made everything perfectly clear.

"W-what d-d-does it means m-mas-ster?" Wormtail stuttered nervously at his master's side, the atmosphere of the region making him queasy.

Keeping his face passive, Voldemort ignored Wormtail's question. "Hand me the vials."

"Y-yes of course m-m-master." Wormtail stuttered reaching as he reached into his robes and rummaged around searching for the vials. His hand soon reappeared, holding two glass vials that clanked together noisily as they ran into each other and his metal hand. Handing them to Voldemort, he tried, unsuccessfully, not to flinch as he took them from him.

"Blood of serpent, and blood of feline. Hell's finest and its keepers; perfect combination to open the gates of hell." Voldemort hissed examining the liquid in the vials, and earning a few chuckles from the Deatheaters at the untold joke before tossing the bottles onto the cobblestone.

With a crash, blood splattered over the cobblestone symbols. The result seemed highly anticlimactic for a second, but then, everything went deathly quiet. The sky gradually grew darker, covering the moon and stars with black, dismal, rumbling clouds. An unsettling gust of wind began to blow from every direction, yet the heat seemed to intensify. The cobblestone and symbols appeared to drink in the blood as every single drop of it sank into the symbols, which then began to glow an unholy shade of red. All around them, the other rocks and boulders, now adorning the same symbols, glowed red, coving the whole entire clearing with the evil glow.

"M-master, w-w-what is h-h-ap-p-pening?" Wormtail stuttered loudly in his anxious voice, along with the other Deatheaters who were mumbling and fidgeting in frightened manners, as the cobblestone platform began issuing scolding steam from its edges.

"QUIET, ALL OF YOU!" Voldemort yelled angrily, although a smile of delight adorned his lipless face.

He stared, neither at the glowing symbols around him nor his followers, but at the cobblestone Gateway, which, with a deafening grinding sound, slowly began to sink into the ground until it was out of sight. In it place the only thing visible was a deep, dark pit of scorching heat, where whispers rose and the air plummeted. The whispers were in a language not comprehensible to human ears. It was an old language known to no one but the trees and rocks surrounding them.

'Something's happening.

'Something evil has arrived.

'Something wicked this way comes.'

'And someone has a s-s-stutter-r-r-ring problem.

'Someone's opened the gate.

'Are we free now?'

'I don't know why don't you try and see?'

'I'm not going to try it. Why don't you try it?'

'Fuck that, I'm not going to try it.'

'So who's going to try it?'

'Hey, what's everybody up too?

'Someone opened the gate, and we were waiting for you.'

'Why me, I thought you all hated me?'

'Hate you? Why I never could dream of hating you. That's why we want you to be the first one out. Isn't that right?'

There were then a number of eager agreements.

'See, we don't hate you, so go on.'

'Well okay.'

Voldemort and his cronies watched seconds later as a bony, grotesque, clawed and mangled hand reached up from the darkness, only to have an inferno of fire erupt from within. The creature's high-pitched screams were heard throughout the clearing as its hand was hidden amongst the flames.

'Hey look, it's not open.

As the flame died down, Voldemort took this time to call into the hole.

"SPEAK DEMONS, FOR I HAVE WORD WITH YOU!"

'Ooh, cocky bastard up there. 'Speak demons, for I have word with you.' Do they still talk like that?'

'Well, say something back.'

'Like what?'

'I don't know...anything.'

'Who is it?'

'Send down some women.'

'What for, there are already some of us down here.'

'I said women, not whores.'

'WHO ARE YOU CALLING WHORE!'

'YOU, YOU WHORE!'

'SILENCE, ALL OF YOU! We have guests.' A new voice yelled as an uproar began to rise. This new voice was different from the rest. It wasn't scratchy, raspy, or wheezing like the others. The newcomers voice was strong and melodic. It rang with a superiority and put cold fear into the hearts of all who heard it for it reeked tainted power.

"I said speak!" they heard Voldemort yell again as it reverberated down the hole.

'Show time!' The new voice said darkly.

"Who is it, which disturbs us?" A deep angry voice yelled in English from far into the hole, its accent forgotten to the world. And with its voice, the heat coming from the hole intensified.

"It is I, Lord Voldemort, soon to be ruler of this world," Voldemort yelled in a strong confident voice. "And I have an offer you'll be foolish to refuse. Are you willing to listen?"

'Voldemort?.' All the demons laughed. 'I bet he stayed up all night thinking of that one.'

"Did you not hear me?" Voldemort asked angrily as his question was answered in silence.

"I heard you Volderan." The voice yelled loudly.

"Voldemort." he corrected even more annoyed than the voice. The Deatheaters, flinched with the mere sound of his voice, they knew he was mad, and that he would take his anger out on them later.

"Whatever it may be, now to business. What is your offer?"

"I offer you freedom, for your assistance in ridding my plan of problems."

"Problems? What type of problems?"

'He must mean his name!'

"My Deatheaters are incompetent, they could use demonic assistant, the wizarding world is slow to acknowledge my comeback, mass killings of the supernatural kind could fix that, and I need the word spread, far and wide." Voldemort said as a cruel smile spread across his face.

"So, what'll happen to us once you rule and have what you want?"

"Free reign of the land to do absolutely whatever your black hearts desire."

'My heart's not black, it's blue.'

'And what about us who have no hearts?'

"So you open the gates, and we help you gain control you give us free reign, correct?"

"Correct." he finally said.

"Well pop open the gate and let us out!" another voice yelled up in English, growling and roaring agreements drowning him out afterwards.

"How do I open this, gate?" Voldemort sneered, looking around the clearing.

"Sacrifice!" the voices chanted maliciously.

"Really," Voldemort smirked as he turned to his servants. "Which one of you wants to take the honor?"

'Send a woman!'

None of them moved it was all silent. Until one jumped into the air, and out of line from being kicked.

"Aw, Mobile so nice of you to volunteer, come."

The Deatheater walked up shakily to his master's side. He peered down into the hole but was able to see nothing but darkness and felt as if he were in front of an oven the size of a house. As he stood there and shook with fear he barely heard the words his master said to him before Voldemort pushed him into the hole, never to return.

The others watched with regret and relief as their comrade fell to his doom. They could hear his screams until he was too far to hear, but it would haunt them for the rest of their filthy lives.

When the screams died down there was silence among the clearing as everyone waited with anticipation.

Then unexpectedly there was a great light coming from the hole The light hurt their eyes, yet it wasn't from the brightness. The light, red in color, was dull to the senses, yet it was physically intense and stung like the pricks of needles. But the light was alone; amongst the light were shadows. Figures hidden with the light, leaping from the hole in pairs and more. The light didn't let up until all the shadows has ceased to be. By then the

Deatheaters and Voldemort were surrounded by hundreds of demons of different shapes and sizes.

"Now Guardemort how may we be of service." The voice said, but this time with a body to go along.

He was tall and foreboding. His skin tone was a muddied color so dark it was hard to tell if it was black, brown, or red. His clothing consisted of tattered rags that barely covered in grimy body. His hair, black and unruly lay plastered to his head and neck, but from what, no one could tell. His face was handsome under the grime of dirt. That was evident despite the dirt and outward malice he seemed to exude. His body language showed a calm demeanor, but his eyes were angry, remorseless, and filled with hatred. The man had no features that would identify as a demon but it radiated off him like heat from the sun.

Voldemort did not seem surprised as he tried to correct his name again with the evidence of anger and annoyance in his voice. "It's Voldemort."

"Don't care," the demon said with a dark smile, and showing remarkably white teeth, while pointing a finger at himself, "Chubaka."

Miles away in Surrey, on Privet drive. , # 4, in the smallest bedroom, was a small boy about the age of 14. He tossed, and turned, and bucked in bed, as thoughts of death, pain, and misery plagued his dreams. Suddenly sitting up abruptly in bed, the boy breathed in heavily as he swept the cold sweat running down his face off with he clammy hand.

Harry had been home for a week now and had suffering for it every minute. He had just had the dream that he had had every night since coming home. The day of the third task. He hadn't gotten much sleep so far that summer and he looked like hell.

"I just need a little air that's all." Harry said to himself as he swung his legs over the side of his bed. He went over to his window and weakly opened it up as far as he could, because every time he had had the dream, it would leave he weak and more fatigued than when he had went to bed.

He looked out the window, not really seeing, not really hearing anything. All he could think about was last year, and his guilt. He knew it was deserved. If it wasn't then others wouldn't have the urge to send him letters telling him it wasn't his fault. He didn't pay any attention to them. They wouldn't be saying that if they had been there.

Fatigue washing over him like a bucket of water, Harry closed his window trudged back to his bed, and before his head could hit the pillow, he was fast asleep.

He was back again, in the graveyard, Cedric was lying by his side. He was bent over holding his scar as the pain shot through it. He squinted through the pain and into the distance at the all too familiar figure. Harry was waiting for it to come into view like it always did, but before it could be discernible an iridescent butterfly fluttered before his face and blocked his view. He swatted at it in confusion, but his hand merely passed through it's body as it erupted into a blinding light.

Lost amongst the blinding light, Harry felt the pain in his scar diminishing. It wasn't until the pain was finally gone, that the light vanished and Harry found himself in a different place. Instead of the graveyard, he was in the desert. The sun above him was warm and not blinding. Looking up into didn't hurt his eyes, but made him feel empowered, refreshed, and guiltless. Under this sun as all his worries seemed far away. To his right was a tree of colossal proportions. It was the bigger than any tree he could ever imagine. So big, Hogwarts could stand next to it and barely reach the branches the treetop. The tree's branches were covered with every type of vegetation. Seed, fruits, flowers and all sorts of indescribable wonders.

High in the branches of the tree, a huge nest sat which housed a massive bird which you would expect to live in such a tree. The bird was white in coloring, with a golden beak, yet tints of colors and patterns seemed to shine off it's feathers with every breath it took. The mere sight of the bird made Fawkes seem like a crow in comparison.

Despite the yards, and possibly miles, that separated them, it only seemed a mere few feet away as Harry stared at it, and while it stared at Harry.'Good evening Harry.

"The Simurgh." a voice with a strong Italian accent commented from behind Harry. "A bird so old she's seen the destruction of the world thrice over, and this is her home. The Tree of Knowledge. It holds every seed and plant known, unknown, forgotten, and extinct to man. She sends her greeting Harry."

Turning around, and kicking up sand as he did so, Harry was startled to find a strange man standing not five feet away.

He was tall and muscular and seemed to be in his early fifties. He had neck length black hair with gray streaking through. He had a short cut beard and mustache also with gray, and dark chocolate brown eyes. He had on a white, open chest, long-sleeved silk jacket, a firm fitting white wife beater underneath, and roomy white pants that flapped in the desert wind.

"Oh what? You don't trust me?" The stranger asked, feigning hurt.

"I would trust you, if...you know, not much though. ..Just if...I knew who the hell you were. That's all." Harry replied with a snort.

"Oh…you sure don't. Well let me introduce myself. I am you."

"Yue? Well, what do you want with me?"

"Wha...No! Siete genere di stupido siete voi." The man muttered under his breath giving Harry a scrutinizing look.

"Hey Yue, what did you just say? I clearly heard the word stupid."

"Nothing. Now let's get this straight. My name isn't Yue. I simply stated I was you. Y-O-U."

"Okay you're me. So what, you're me when I get old, in like 70 years." Harry stated dramatically.

"I AM NOT THAT OLD! I'M ONLY 53, and I am you from one of your past lives." The man declared, starting to lose his cool.

"One of my past lives. Really, how many have I had?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Umm… let me see, about seven, eight including this life."

"Why do I keep being reborn?" Harry asked, deciding to play along with the crazy man. "I mean, if I've died seven times, that clearly means I should stay dead."

"Everybody dies Harry. You've died from old age a few times, you've died in battle quite a few, and once because you married a crazy woman who gave you a heart attack."

"Wow...thanks." Harry mumbled sarcastically. "So what am I? Why do I keep being reborn?"

"Because Harry Potter," The man stated, his voice booming with authority. "…you are the guardian, the savior, the protector of mankind from the evil that threatens it. If it wasn't for you, the earth would be covered in utter chaos, darkness, and evil."

"No." Harry said with a defiant and determined look on his face.

"You're...what? No? No, there is no...No."

"Yes there is. I just said it. No. I'm not playing this anymore. You're crazy if you think, I'm going to...No. Hell, no. I already have enough on my plate. So why don't you take that guardianship of mankind and..." Harry began, but before he could finish his sentence, the sky suddenly stormed over and lighting and deaf rendering thunder began to roar.

Startled by the new conditions of the desert, Harry had no warning before an invisible force seemed to squeeze upon his heart. Grasping at his chest, Harry fell to the ground in pain.

"What are you doing to me?" He managed to gasp through clenched teeth.

"It's not me," the man answered with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "It's you. And I don't mean Yue. Your body knows you're the protector, just as the world does. We can do this all day until you decide to play along, and it'll only get worse."

"You know what?" Harry growled. "I was just kidding. I would love to protect the world."

"Good choice. I am Jared, by the way. The former protector." Jared smiled as the sky cleared up and the Simurgh ruffled her feathers at the drastic changes in weather.

"Well, I'm Harry," Harry added unnecessarily as he picked himself up off the ground. ",the new Protector I guess. So is that what this was all about or am I here for something worse. Because that's my life. There always something."

"Umm …worse." Jared replied through his teeth, while scratching his head.

"What is it; it can't be worse than having to be told you're going to protect the world at age 14 and learning you have an unrested soul." Harry said sarcastically.

"Come on don't act like that. Your soul does rest. It rests for 100 years then you're born again."

"Oh, all right then" Harry said sarcastically. "So what is the big bad news?"

"It's about your snake faced stalker person. What's his name, Fordeman?"

"No, it's Voldemort and what about him."

"Bene, è stupido ed ha aperto la bocca di inferno e migliaia liberati dei demons." Jared said fastly in Italian, but Harry caught and understood the keywords.

"WHAT? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIGHT DEMONS WHEN I CAN BARELY FIGHT VOLDEMORT?" Harry yelled marching up to the old Italian.

"You understood that?" Jared asked in surprise as he took a step back.

"Um...well yeah. Some words hit me and the rest fell into place. Like stupido, inferno, and DEMONS! It sort of clicked in my head!" Harry said in a somewhat hysterical voice. "So what am I going to do with demons and Voldemort?"

"That's what you're here for." Jared said calmly, while backing up from the 14 year old.

"What am I going to do, hide until they go away?"

"No, you're to reclaim the memories of your past lives."

"What good are they going to do me; they didn't exactly help my other lives? THEY'RE DEAD!" Harry yelled.

"Do you know how to fight?"

"No."

"Well your past lives did. So now you're going to regain those fighting techniques, and possibly add some of your own, so you won't be so much of a capretto wimpy."

"You know, I'm seriously starting to hate you." Harry growled, balling his hand up into a fist.

"My mother said the same thing."

"OK," Harry said slowly, "So where are those memories."

"Right here." Jared said as he pulled his hand from behind his back. Opening it slowly, he revealed a crystalline butterfly in his hands that fluttered

it's wings just as slowly as Jared had opened his hands. "These are, he continued, your memories collected over the centuries."

"What's with all the butterflies?"

"I like butterflies." Jared answered him in a firm tone as the butterfly flew from his hand and fluttered towards Harry.

"Well that's not very masculine."

"Né è la sua faccia. Lei somiglia a una brutta ragazza."

"The hell did you just say? Because I'm sure it's something old people get sent to the home for."

"Are you done?" Jared snapped in annoyance.

Harry contemplated for a second, but before he could reach his conclusion, the butterfly had landed on his chest.

"Well that was very anticlimactic." Harry began after a pause, but just as the words left his mouth, the butterfly imploded.

The force of the impact sent Harry soaring and sliding across the desert floor, where he finally stopped on his back and groaning in pain.

"Alright there Harry?" Jared asked, although his voice was unconcerned.

"I think...my lung...just...collapsed." Was the gasping answer, as Harry tried to breathe from his position on the ground.

"Suck it up ramera pequeña. Take it like a uomo." Jared ordered as he came over and helped Harry up, Harry not noticing the impressed smile Jared gave him as they clasped hands.

"But I don't remember any past lives." Harry moaned.

"You're not supposed too."

"Well what the hell just happened with the exploding butterflies and the hurt." Harry asked acting out the sequence that had just taken place.

"Do you really want to remember eight life times of people, pains, and hurts?" Jared asked with an extremely serious face.

"I guess not," Harry answered, "but I don't feel like I can fight."

"Just because you know how to do something, doesn't mean you can feel it. Abilities don't have feelings. Giovanotto diretto spesso."

"Thick headed youngster? See now this name-calling has got to stop old man. You may be old, but I will not hesitate to sock you in the eye."

Harry threatened angrily. "And what the hell are you smirking at?"

"Oh quite a few things. One, you understood me when I insulted you and two, you were already angry, but now you're just being mean and ornery. So that could only mean that your powers are already manifesting and you're getting characteristics of your other selves. Oh if you get my number one persona, you're going to have fun."

"What's your number one persona, what did you do?" Harry asked, becoming slightly nervous.

"Did I tell you there was a veela in my family which made me extremely popular with girls, and me being such an Italian hot throb in my youth...I couldn't help but..."

"Ew, no! Hey, hey, HEY! I'm going to stop you right there and pretend I didn't hear any of that!" Harry yelled, stopping Jared's reminiscing.

"Suit yourself; I can give you a few pointers. You don't look so bad, but if you clean up just a bit more and put a little hip to your...visage, you'll

have to go with an escort to keep the ladies off you."

"SO!" Harry yelled interrupting him, although he was slightly blushing. "What am I going to do now?"

"When you wake up everything will come into place".

"So, when will I wake up?" Harry asked.

"Now." Was all he said before Harry found himself in his room again.

~______~

Springing up out of his sleep, Harry sat up in bed and put on his glasses. He looked around; nothing seemed out of place.

"Weirdest dream of my life." he sighed in a relieved voice.

He was about to lay down again when his window flew open. He was just watching it in stunned silence when a large floating box came through and landed on his bed. With it safely on the bed, the window closed as if nothing happened.

"Well that's not normal." Harry said to himself as he turned on his bedside table lamp.

On the box, in big letters, read the name Harry.

"Guess it wasn't a dream, this must be what he, … Jared meant by it should come into place when I wake up."

Opening it up Harry pulled out a vial with a blue silvery looking potion. A gold amulet with a black crystal in it, a pair of gloves with the back of the hands cutout, a hefty, metal cube Lastly he pulled out a short sword and piece of paper explaining what everything was. Reading the paper Harry found that it told him he should take the potion after reading the list.

1. The poition is used to safely allow your powers to manifest or else die an excruciating pain before you even get started and get laughed at for the rest of your afterlife.

2. Use the amulet to detect demons until you can do it on your own. Or else get attacked from behind and die an excruciating death.

3. The gloves are to protect you from yourself. Or else have your elemental powers backfire and die an excruciatingly painful death by your own hands and get laughed at for the rest of your afterlife.

4. Use the cube as transportation, it can change into any kind of transportation device, or else die from exhaustion or embarassment from having to walk in this vehicle age of life and get laughed at by passer Byers.

5. The sword is for fighting. Do not use it to chop things except the heads of demons. Or else die an excruciatin death. And don't bring to a gun fight.

After reading this Harry took out the potion and set the box on the floor. He took the knob off and sniffed it, and on finding that it had no smell, he shrugged drank it all in one swallow.

"It might not have a smell but it tastes great." He said before the potion took it affect and put him to sleep. The bottle that was still in his hand fell to the floor and rolled away.

~______~

Harry awoke the next day to his aunt screaming for him to come down. Forgetting all about last night's adventure, he hurriedly got up, dressed, and was heading for the door when he slipped on the vial to the potion. Falling to the floor, he put his hand under him and pushed up doing a back flip. Standing up straight, he started, after getting over his shock, to remember everything from last night. With that newfound knowledge, Harry could feel the powers that potion awoke in him. He felt the speed that lay under his skin, he relished in the strength in his muscles, he could practically smell elemental powers that rushed through his blood, and he knew that he held wandless magic at his fingertips.

"Wow, didn't know I could do all that. I'm badass." Harry said raking his hand through his long hair.

LONG HAIR?

Sure enough when Harry looked in his mirror, he saw that his messy hair was now a messy mane that reached down past his shoulders.

"That's…a little awkward.." He said picking at his long hair. "Hi, I'm Harry the hairy hippie, and I will be your protector this evening.

Looking at his desk, he spotted a black rubber band. He picked it up, and put his hair up in a low ponytail.

"That's better." he remarked as he scrutinized himself in the mirror.

He was snapped from his admiring by Aunt Petunia screaming at him to hurry up.

"I'm coming," he yelled in his now deeper voice.

He took a quick glance in the mirror again. He saw that he had a tattoo on his left arm. It was of the world with a panther in front of it, and a blue mist forming alone its feet. Somehow, he just knew that was his animagus form.

A mist panther. A panther that could travel with the mist unseen. Not even asking himself how he knew that, he put his shirt back on and headed downstairs to surprise his "Family".

Making it downstairs, Harry sat at the table waiting for them to notice him. Vernon didn't even acknowledge him but told him to cook breakfast. Harry smiled and walked up to the stove where Petunia had already started. When she a caught a look at Harry, she screamed and dropped the glass she was holding.

"What did you do to yourself?" Vernon yelled, whose attention was caught when his wife screamed.

"I had one hell of a growth spurt last night."

"Don't lie to me; people don't grow that much over night." His uncle yelled.

"Well since I'm a wizard, it might work like this for us." He replied coolly.

"DO NOT MENTION YOUR ABNORMALIST IN THIS HOUSE AGAIN!" His uncle yelled as spit spurted from his mouth.

"All right, all right I won't mention my abnormality in this house."

"Good," Vernon said looking for something to wipe his spit.

"Here you go uncle Vernon." Harry said with a sneaky smile. Pointing a finger at his uncle's hand, Harry made a shooting noise, and then Vernon was suddenly holding a yellow napkin.

"Boy, what did I just say about your ABNORMALIST."

"You said for me not to mention it. And I didn't."

"Oh, you've done it now boy. You'll never go to that school of yours again." Vernon said using the napkin and smiling a wicked grin.

"You don't understand. That magic I did there is so advanced that it is undetectable." Harry said while pointing to the glass on the floor that his aunt was trying to clean up. In the middle of picking up the pieces, Petunia blinked and found herself holding a whole glass. With a yelp, she dropped the newly repaired glass and watched it bounce across the floor.

"So, now you can do your…over the summer?" Vernon stammered as fear swept over him like a cold wind.

"That's what it seems." Harry said as he spun his fingers around as if twirling pistols.

He waited patiently for their reactions, but only silence applauded him. "Well I guess I had better make breakfast then."

Making a show of concentrating, Harry snapped his finger and then the table was filled with all manners of breakfast foods.

"Oh," he started, after surveying the table. "I forgot eggs."

"Please!" Petunia shrieked suddenly. "Please," she said more calmly now, "please do it the normal way."

Harry couldn't help but pity her, and besides, he was tired of seeing them quake. Lowerring his hand, Harry gave her a brief smile before turning to start cooking manually. He didn't owe them this courtesy, now did they deserve to not be tormented, but she had sounded so pathetic and she was his mother's sister after all.

With the smell of food wafting up through the floor boards, Dudley woke up. Thundering downstairs he almost jumped for joy at the sight of all the food on the table.'He must've been up for hours,'

he thought to himself as he saw his cousin still busy at the stove. 'And he's wearing a wig.'

Laughing to himself, he shoved Harry out of the way and started for his seat. Seeing the incident, Petunia sucked in her cheeks while Vernon he wanted to slap his son right then and there, but someone got there first.

Not thinking or registering his actions, Harry he spun around, grabbed Dudley by the back of his neck, and held him in the air in front of him.

"Listen I'm only going to say this once," Harry growled as he shook his cousin violently. "Sono stanco di voi che disrespecting e che provate a bully, se voi punta più grassa di punto uno dalla linea che kick your ass!"

The kitchen was silent, as everyone looked at Harry with wide eyes and opened mouths. Harry chose to ignore them. He was just wondering where that had come from. Trying not to let his unease show, he dropped Dudley to the ground where his mother immediately began nursing and babying him.

Taking the eggs out the pan, he set them on the table and headed upstairs and to his room. Laying down on his bed, he took a deep breath. he laid down on his bed and let things catch up with him.'So, I'm the protector of the world, I'm been reborn sev…eight times, I have unknown powers, and I can speak Italian. What the hell is everyone going to think?'

'Don't think about what everyone else thinks. Just worry about what you think.'

'Oh no," Harry thought in alarm. "now I'm going crazy!'

'Chiuda in su. My god what is wrong with you. It's me, Jared.'

'That's even worse. Why are you in my head?'

'I'm not; I'm just talking in it'

'That's makes me feel a whole lot better. What do you want?'

'I've come to inform you of the training.'

'What training?

'Nothing serious. You do it every time.'

'What kind of training am I going to have to do?'

' A simple task. All you have to do is just collect the devices you saved from your past lives.'

'What do you mean that I saved?'

'Exactly what I said. In each life, you've had a magical item which you used to keep the world safe. And there are only seven.'

'Alright, that doesn't sound too hard. Where are they?'

'There is one in each continent.'

'HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET FROM CONTINENT TO CONTINENT, AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHERE THEY ARE?'

'The damn cube that came with the box and the amulet. DUH!'

'Well how is that training?'

'By traveling on your own to unknown areas and facing danger. It will give you time to experience and experiment with your new powers.'

'Wait, hold up, turn that around, what do you mean by danger?"

'Nothing serious, just that Voldemort is using some of the demons to try to take over the world, and he has to get rid of you to do it, and the rest who aren't helping will be after you for your powers, plus there are creatures guarding your devices. No big deal.'

'Oh, is that all? Well let me hurry and pack for that fun filled trip.' Harry said sarcastically.

'You know, I think you got that smart mouth from me. Like my mother always said, May she rest in peace, quello la bocca astuta può ottenere voi battuto. That smart mouth can get you a beaten.'

'Hey, that just reminded me, I spoke Italian down there when I wasn't trying, why?

'Because your powers are still developing, stupido."

'What did I say about name calling? You want to get smacked?"

'Ooh, what are you going to do hit your head and hope that it'll hurt me somehow. And about fighting demons, don't worry. You'll be able to fight them by instinct, and the more fighting you do the better you'll become at it.'

'Are you sure?'

'Positive, remember I had to find the devices too.'

'Yeah, but did you have demons?'

'Well… no I had shadow creatures though.'

'Great, that's big, help. Well… I'll have to get ready and I'll leave tomorrow. Is that okay with you? Old great old one.'

'Yeah, fine. I waited one whole week when I was told.'

'Who was I when you were told?'

'Umm, your name was Wayne Gebsy'

'Really, do you know who I was in my other lives?'

'Yeah, you were Wayne, Christopher Isack, Brendan Cuwart, Godric Gryffindor, Britain Sumers, Merlin Castro, and me.'

'Famous in two lives…I did good.'

'That reminds me, you need to pick an object to save for your next life'

'Already? You act as if I'm not going to live long.'

'Just a precaution. Therefore, what will it be?'

Harry put a lot of thought of into before coming up with a good answer.

'My invisibility cloak.'

'Ooh, good one. Don't have anything for invisibility.'

'Well now I do.'

'Good, now is there anything you need to ask me before I depart your head?'

'Yeah how is that amulet supposed to help me find the devices?'

'Simple when there's a demon close it will start to spin. The faster it spins the closer the demon. Moreover, if it starts to rock while spinning it means there are more than one demon. Now when you are close to a device it will start turning blue. Got it?'

'Yeah, oh wait what about that cube?'

'Well you just tell it what kind of vehicle you want and it will change to it. To change it back there will be a yellow button somewhere on it. Press it and it will turn back. Anything else?'

'Yeah, what about money?'

'I knew that question would pop up soon enough.' Jared laughed. 'There should be plenty of it in the cargo place of your transportation vehicle.'

'Good, now get out of my head, you're creeping me out.'

'Buono allora dimentichili!' Jared yelled angrily before his presence vanished from Harry's head.

Sitting up in bed, Harry knew what he had to do. 'I'm going shopping.'