Lying on a small, dirty bed, Harry Potter was thinking about the upcoming war with Voldemort and his lackeys. No news had appeared in the wizarding or muggle newspapers about the dark lord or his followers. Having stolen a few books from the restricted section of the library, Harry had been reading up on the theory of chaos magic as well as different kinds of spells. There was spell that would give you a temporary boost in agility and speed and another that would create several indestructible copies of you which would follow your every command. In a ancient book that looked like it would fall to pieces the second anyone touched he had discovered a spell that would block the killing curse. Not wanting the ministry of magic to find out about his use of the dark arts he had not practiced the spells .His view about the dark arts had changed.
It was not the spell itself that was dark but the intent. For example the levitation spell could be used to elevate a simple quill into the air but also to throw someone out the window. So he did not worry too much about what the spell did. Other than that he had been doing lots of physical training. He would go running everyday and he become a member of the local gym and he lifted weights, under the careful supervision of an instructor.
Suddenly there was a screech outside. Harry jumped up and ran to his window and saw a brown tawny owl flying towards him. In its claws it was carrying a large box Harry was very surprised to say the least. Who would be sending a parcel? It was not even his birthday. He opened his window and the owl flew in and dropped the parcel and flew out as soon as its job was finished.
Harry slowly opened the parcel and gasped what he saw. There were many things inside the box. A long sword that shone in the light from his lamp, a re-curve bow that was painted forest green, a quiver with thirty arrows inside it, a metal armguard with a short knife coming out of it. There was also a thick book explaining how to use and train with each weapon. He picked up a sword and swung it lazily around. It was light and small but it was the perfect size for him. Attached to the sword was sheath and a note that said 'the blade will never dull'. He did not recognise the writing. It was not Sirius nor Dumbledore. He wondered who it was. For the next few hours Harry wondered where he could practice with the weapons. It would look very odd if he was seen practicing with them in the park. Then it came to him. He could use the trunk he had ordered from diagon alley a few days ago. It contained 7 compartments. One of which was a training ground. It would take a few weeks, but he was sure that by the time he went to Hogwarts he would be a complete master of all of the weapons because the time in the trunk would be slowed down.