A/N #Parseltongue#

A sixteen year old Harry Potter was throwing silent spells at his godfather Sirius Black for his training.

Harry had gone a long way from the night Voldemort attacked his home and killed his dad. He was about 6'6" with muscles that were the proof of all the training he went through. He had jet black messy hair with striking green eyes.

Harry quickly cast a body bind on his godfather and started to wave his wand in complex motions.

"Gotcha" he muttered to himself. Harry pointed his wand in a seemingly random direction and flicked his wand sharply, making a bright red beam shoot from the tip. The red beam stop in the middle of the room and the sound of a thud echoed.

Harry stood, seeming to be waiting for something. He quickly spun around and flicked a knife at his godfather and a silent, wand less, stunner.

Harry then summoned his godfathers two wands. He then walked over to where he heard the thud, and started to feel around with his foot. All of the sudden half of his foot disappeared, so he reached down and picked up a thin, silvery, cloak, revealing the stunned form of Lily Evans-Potter.

With a wave of his wand, Harry summoned his mother two wands, and with another wave, this time with his hand, he woke both his mother and godfather.

"So, that's what, the fifteenth time I took you both out?" Asked Harry, shaking his head.

"Yeah, yeah laugh it up pup," said Sirius, handing his godson twenty Galleons.

"Padfoot, you made a bet with my son!" Lily exclaimed hotly.

"Of course I did Lils, he needs motivation." Replied Sirius just as hotly.

While Sirius and Lily got into one of their arguments, Harry had walked away. Harry walked to the library in the house. When he got to the library, he barely stopped to look at the rows of shelves packed with books, he walked right past it and straight to a portrait of James Potter.

"Dad, did you have to put up with Mum and Padfoot arguing all the time?"

"What do you think? Of course I did." The portrait of Harry's dad replied.

"Well, they won't come to wands like last time." Harry told James, holding his godfather and mums two wands each. "I thought I'd escape while I could but any-" before Harry could finish his sentence, he was cut off by the door to the library being slammed open.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Yelled Harry's pissed off mother, "GIVE ME MINE AND SIRIUS' WANDS RIGHT NOW!" She demanded.

"Damn Lily, what happen this time, eh?" Asked a curious portrait,

"What do you think? Or were you listening to anything I said?" Lily shot back with loads of sarcasm being brought forth.

"Harry, give your mum her and Padfoot's wands, okay? Then we can talk about what Hogwarts house you'll be sorted into." James said to Harry, not knowing that Lily and Sirius had not yet brought it up with him.

Harry gave an angry hiss #And who thought to inform me of thisss decissssion# Harry hissed in Parseltongue.

Harry's magic was starting to break free of the iron control he had on it. Great whips of pure, unfocused magic spinning into a tornado of destruction.

"Stupefy." Lily whispered, cause her son to crumple to the floor, knocked out. The tornado of magic gave off a small hissing sound and vanished.

"You woulda thought that I'd learn to not have to face your glare now that I'm just a portrait," James shook his head," but... No."

A/N: And here's chapter #2