Sequel to Harry potter and the spiritual heirs
Chapter 1: Heirs Returned
A/N- I'm back! I hope that my sequel lives up to everyone's expectations. Please enjoy! Review! -Phoenix
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter
Full Summary
It has been three months since the Spiritual Heirs defeated Voldemort's onslaught of Death Eaters. With the upcoming school year the Heirs reunite and with their training complete, they are ready to take control of the war. Old friends become worst enemies and old enemies become trusted allies. The evil Lords of Dark and Light are growing stronger and only the Spiritual Heirs of Hogwarts who fight for the Gray can use the Magic of Unity and bring the long awaited peace back to Britain.
Over the land of Britain, storm clouds hung constantly, and with them the threat of a great war. It had been three months since the Battle of Blood as it had been named, and a lot had happened since then.
In one part of Britain, there were a vast number of hills. The wind blew consistently and the land ended with the cliffs that hung over the crashing ocean below. On one hill stood a rather large manor, but this manor was only visible and accessible to a privileged few. The manor was home to the four potentially most powerful wizards and witches in the world.
On a flat piece of ground about a half a mile away from the manor was a training ground. There were a series of logs, trees and rocks that served as a natural training set. In the center of the training ground was a large ring. Standing in the ring were two young men who each expertly wielded a sword. One man had a larger, more muscular build, while the other had a leaner build.
In a clash of metal, they met with their swords. While the larger man had the muscle, the leaner man had the skill and quickly got out of the lock. Both men exchanged blows for ten minutes, neither gaining the ground over the other. Their brows were bright with sweat and their breath came out in rapid gasps, but nonetheless there were grins on their faces.
The past three months had changed Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom drastically. After living through the Battle of Blood, they had thrown themselves into developing their skills in preparation of the war. Harry's once bright eyes were now somewhat dim from being separated from his love for so long. And Neville now sported a long scar that cut his right eyebrow in half and went down his cheek which was a souvenir from his final centaur test.
Harry parried Neville's powerful attack and sheathed his sword. "Tie?" he panted.
Neville nodded in agreement and sheathed his sword as well. "Tie," he said. He wiped his brow with his forearm and laughed heartily. "I wonder if we'll ever be able to last longer than ten minutes without hurting each other."
Harry laughed with him. "Ten minutes does seem to be our limit before our instincts kick in. You've certainly come a long way over the summer mate, and I don't doubt that you could beat me if we kept going."
While Neville, Luna, and even Hermione had dedicated their summers to their species training, Harry had taken on most of the drama that seemed to constantly follow them.
The Daily Prophet had been particularly excited to slander Harry for standing up to Scrimgeour. Because the Ministry didn't want to anger the boy-who-lived, they didn't slander him as much as they had done in the past, but that didn't stop them from quickly spreading the unsaid rumor that Harry didn't respect authority figures. Add that on top of the lawsuit that Ginny had attempted to file for the breaking of their betrothal contract. That hadn't gotten very far though because there was the unquestionable evidence that betrothal contracts only burned when the magic binding them was no longer valid. The Daily Prophet and Ginny's poor attempt at a lawsuit had actually been the highlights of their summer.
