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Chapter 7--- New body, new spells, new Harry

The next few days had proved to be a living hell for Harry. He had felt exhausted after each day of training and on the third day, he nearly passed out. If Jurza hadn't been there, Harry didn't know what would have happened. But, by the end of the fifth day of hard physical labor, Harry believed he was making some progress. Each day seemed to get easier and easier, that was until Sirius upped the amount of sit-ups, push-ups and laps he was supposed to do.

"Forty?" Harry said at the training field. Sirius had accompanied them for the day to see their progress.

"Yes," said Sirius. "Forty push-ups, then forty laps, then you may have a short break. After that you will proceed to do four hundred sit-ups. You," he said looking at Jurza. "You will have to do one thousand laps around the field, you can start as Harry is doing his training."

And so Harry began, and he barley made it through the push-ups. The fact was his upper body strength was abysmal. It appeared that the years of the... treatment... from the Dursleys had done more damage then he could imagine. He had thought that Wood had pushed the Quidditch team hard, but that had paled in comparison to this.

Harry had finished the push-ups with his arms pumping, a rhythmic throbbing pain that helped him start his laps at a nice even pace. This was more of Harry's field of workout, with all of the years of Dudley and his gang chasing him, he needed to be fast. He had completed the laps within the hour and went to a small lake a short way from the field. In contrast to the Hogwarts Lake, it was a deep blue, not the dark black. Harry had no worry about any thing grabbing him in this type of water, seeing as it had no magical properties.

Jurza had jumped and soared over the trees to the lake. He circled the lake twice before snapping his wings to his sides and plunging into the depths. Moments later, Jurza had sped fast out of the water and opened his wings to fly himself over to where Harry sat. Harry couldn't believe how fast the young dragon had grown. He was now at a shoulder height with Harry, apparently the daily workouts had helped him grow faster. The only problem was that he was still just shooting steam out of his mouth. With Norbert, the fire breathing ability was available when he was born. But Jurza couldn't do it for some reason.

"Repello," Harry said as he tapped himself on the head. Now repellant to water, he jumped into the lake without a fear of getting his clothes wet. Jurza dove into the water almost seconds later, passing below Harry at breakneck speeds. He turned around and swam back to Harry. As Jurza passed, Harry grabbed onto one of the spikes and the dragon took off, swimming thought the water as if he were a fish.

Harry suddenly started to feel light headed. Hey Jurza, he said within his head. I need some air, take us up. Jurza inclined his head upwards and shot out of the water, Harry just hanging on. As Harry gasped for breath, he heard Jurza chuckle within his mind.

Simple human, can't last for more than a few seconds underwater.

And your Mr. Gills I suppose?

No, but I can at least hold my breath for several minutes.

Yeah, well your lungs are bigger than my head.

You and I both know that is an impossibility, nothing is bigger than your head, Jurza said cracking up and doing a barrel roll in mid air. This simple maneuver had shook Harry and he lost his grip. He fell forty feet before slamming into the water, passing out.

The next thing Harry realized was that he was on the shore of the lake completely drenched in water. It seemed his water-repelling charm had worn off when he passed out. Sirius was standing over him looking like he may have a heart attack. Harry realized that the sight of him lying face down in the lake must have scared him half to death. Jurza, on the other hand looked like a depressed dog. He just laid there in the soft dirt looking at Harry.

Are you hurt, was the first thing he said when he realized that Harry was awake. Sirius was still just looking at him, afraid that he might be seriously hurt.

"What happened Harry?" Sirius said franticly. "All I know is that I came back to see where you were in your training when Jurza came over the trees and nearly took my arm off trying to get me here."

Harry realized that Sirius's robes were torn at the right arm, as if a large animal had attacked him. Harry just looked at Jurza as the dragon closed his eyes.

I'm not proud of it, but I did what was necessary for you to live. Now answer my question.

"I'm fine," Harry said to both of them. He could feel the sorrow pouring out of him. "Jurza here decided that when we were forty feet in the air that he would do a little acrobatics. Lets say that if my robes were off right now, I would be as red as a lobster."

"What," said Sirius looking at Jurza. "But you shouldn't be flying on him... unless," he said, lost in thought. "Come on Harry, we're going back, I need to show you something you need to know."

Harry got up and dried himself off with his wand, then followed Sirius back to Grimauld Place. Harry had been meaning to ask how Sirius had known about all this stuff, but every day he had been here he had trained and went to bed once he got back to the house. Harry was eager to figure out how much Sirius knew, and how much he was left out on.

They arrived back at Grimauled Place at double speed and walked straight into the kitchen. Nobody else was there; Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley had left so as to not draw suspicion to their absence from their own house. Sirius pointed to the kitchen, as if to say that he should wait inside.

Harry entered the kitchen and sat down at the table, aware at how lonely the house seemed, which it was. He never suspected that he would be here this long; he just wanted enough information to go get Tonks. Harry was starting to have some bad feelings that increased each day that he wasn't looking for the metamorphmagi. What am I still doing here?

You need to get the information that you seek, which Sirius wont divulge until he feels we have gotten to the right physical stage. I'm guessing though that it should be in a far off land, probably in Romania or somewhere near Asia. The point is that I'll need to be able to carry you, which I have proven today, and that I will need to fly long distances. What dose confuse me though is that he has you training as well, lets hope we find out why.

Sirius entered the room, cutting off the conversation there. He was carrying several ancient looking scrolls, a gigantic book and what seemed to be a letter. "Read this first," said Sirius throwing Harry the letter. Harry tore it open and started to read.

Dear Harry,

If you are reading this, then you have reached the level in your training where you have ridden your dragon. How fast or how slowly is not my concern, all that is that you must know some crucial details. First, you have now a physical and mental capacity to create your own spells, why you need high physical training is beyond me, and I can only make assumptions. Second, you and your dragon, Jurza, have reached a point where your bond is strengthened to an emotional level, meaning that you and he will be able to read each other's emotions at times. This also raises a serious problem, one that all Dragon Riders have had. That is that if one of you dies, then the other will as well. The death of you or your dragon will snap the magical bond violently, causing the other to go through immense pain. Latter on you will evolve this bond until you seem to show some of the others nature, we will see in time. Please read the books and scrolls that I left Sirius, they will tell you as much as I know about the Dragon Riders, training exercises and other things of importance. Also, I'm sorry I'm not there to tell you this in person, but the need is too great. You must know why Voldemort had targeted you and your parents in the first place. The sad fact is that he had been informed of a prophecy, but only part of it. You will find the second piece of parchment has the full prophecy on it and explanation. On a last note, the other parchment has all you need to know to kill Voldemort, I must ask you to not share this information with anybody, especially Ron and Hermione because we can't have letters with that kind of information intercepted.

Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore

As Harry read, the thought of being able to create his own spells sounded exhilarating, things that he thought was impossible were now quite simple. But this business of the bond between himself and Jurza was daunting; the fact was that a horrible twist of fate could end both of their lives. Also this talk of a prophecy, and Harry would finally know why Voldemort had killed his parents, why he was who he was. Harry grabbed the second piece of parchment and read, figuring out the whole story. How it was during an interview that Professor Trelawny had made the prediction, Snape had overheard and ran off to tell Voldemort. But sadly he had only heard half of it, and so Voldemort had false information. It had all started with Snape, and Harry was sure he would pay for what he did.

But putting that aside for now, Harry picked up the other parchment containing even more astounding news, a complete battle plan to kill Voldemort. It looked like the only way was to destroy what Dumbledore called Horcruxes, items with a piece of Voldemorts soul in it. The biggest problem was that of which posed as how to kill the final Horcrux, which resided within Harry himself. It seemed that the only way was to sneak into the Department of Mysteries, open the locked door and pass the trials within which would grant Harry 'A power the Dark Lord knows not'. Overall the plan was crazy, it seemed that he needed to be able to travel all over the world to find the places the Horcruxes were, travel to the Ministry of Magic which would be almost impossible, and he also needed to find Tonks.

Looks like our survival rate is low, said Jurza from the back of Harry's mind.

Yep, maybe ten... fifteen percent.

"What is it?" Sirius asked. Harry knew that he wanted to be able to help in any way, but Harry wasn't going to let him. And to hell with telling him about the prophecy. Snape was Harry's kill, and no one would take that satisfaction from him.

"I'm sorry Sirius, but it says that I can't tell you anything. But believe me, if Dumbledore had said 'go tell your most trusted people,' then you would be the first to know. I can't even tell Ron or Hermione, since they are at Hogwarts and I can't send this kind of stuff through the post. The fact is that I can't stay here for much longer, so I may leave in the morning."

"Oh no your not," said Sirius sternly. The thought of being left in the dark had angered him slightly. "I have my orders too, and they say that you have to finish your training, or at least you will do it until I have something amazing to report to Dumbledore."

"What's that?"

"I've no clue, all Dumbledore said was that something amazing would happen to you. Then I will send a letter to Dumbledore and you are free to leave after I give you the information about Tonks."

"Okay," said Harry with fresh determination. He grabbed the book and scroll and headed up stairs to read them. He wanted to get this over fast and leave before Tonks was seriously injured, or worse.

Harry awoke the next morning with an extreme headache. He stayed up most of the night before reading the material Dumbledore had left him and his brain felt like it was on overload. All the book told him of was the history of the Dragon Riders and some of their abilities, though some were forbidden to be documented. Dragon Riders had the ability to read the minds of other living creatures, just like with their dragons, except for that it wasn't always as clear when they did it with another animal. Other humans, on the other hand, were easy to contact, as long as they were in the persons magical area. Most of the other stuff was trivial and some of it Harry already knew, but the best was that over time the Rider's senses would slowly sharpen, eventually giving them the sight, hearing, smell, taste and feeling of a dragon.

The scrolls, on the other hand, were extremely helpful. They were full of diagrams of spells that were lost or they were forbidden to use. One of them was a spell that caused Fiendfyre, this one said that it should only be used in where there is no alternative except for death.

Harry left the house as usual for his training, feeling that almost everything around him could crumble at a moments notice. Let's hope that this ends in time for me to save Tonks or else I'll feel sorry for whoever causes her pain.

Patience is a virtue that is lost on you.

AN--- This is the last chapter that has training in it, though Harry will have to continue it lightly through the rest of his journeys. The whole thing with the Department of Mysteries was inspired by SilverAegis's story Harry Potter and the Girl Who Lived. Yes, Fiendfyre is what kills Crabbe in the seventh book and it will only be used once which will nearly kill Harry and Tonks, but that isn't until a lot later. Thanks for all the reviews, it's fun having people telling you your stories are good rather than lighting them on fire in front of you.