One and only Disclaimer, don't feel like repeating myself too much: I don't own the Potterverse, my name aint JK Rowling.
Chapter 9: Speed
The start of term saw Harry's first class in which all students that could enter his class - and a few who couldn't, whom he kicked out of the Room of Requirement and of course except for many Slytherins– were introduced to their schedule for the year, it was a regimen fit for a Muggle Navy Seals training camp.
Physical exercise was highly underestimated by wizards, who figured all could be done with a wand. Harry's body maintained its muscled form, but the same could not be said for the other students. The girls in the room were all staring at his torso intently and hungrily. The boys who saw this immediately resolved to do their very best to become a single block of muscles like the man in front.
The next thing that showed on the list was hand-to-hand combat. And a bit further along the line was …sword combat? Eyes widened at those words, anticipation was growing.
As usual, Hermione's hand went up. Harry nodded to her. "Um Har…Professor Potter, who will be teaching all these combat styles and everything else on the list?"
"Well me of course." He answered, shrugging lightly. At that statement all jaws dropped to the ground, no exception. Murmurs were breaking loose. Some students thought this would mean their imminent death, other were just in awe of Harry.
"Silence please," Harry called "Anyone who doubts my skill, let me present to you my official certified grades, recognised by the Ministry of Magic…"
He pulled out a small stack of paper. Hermione's eyes bulged impossibly.
He read "Mastership of: Potions, Transfigurations, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts,
Muggle Hand to Hand Combat, Swords Mastership, Ethereal Master, Elemental Mastery of elements, Fire, Earth, Wind and Water, Legilimency and Occlumency. Accomplished Multiple Animagus … need I go on?" This was met with silence, until… "Preposterous, you're only sixteen!!!"
"I'll have you known, Michael Corner, that I have just finished an intense training of no les then nine months"
"That can't be!! You were here last year, so that can't be it."
"Ever heard of a Time Turner Mr. Corner?"
"And who gave you one then?"
"The Headmaster in fact, so shut your mouth and listen hard!! This has been the last time a student has given me cheek. If you are to be in this class, you will give 300 percent and more. Failure will meet encouragement, but don't push it. For if any of you cross me again, by the time I'm done with you, you'll wish Snape was in bed next to you, looking horny as hell."
All in all, Harry's first lesson went well
As a consequence of his many Masteries, Harry now only had two subjects left. He already was a Master in Transfiguration, Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, Potions, History, (very important to avoid making the same mistakes as past wizards and witches and Muggles.) Beast Mastership, and Herbology Mastery. That only left Astronomy and Divination. As a result, Harry had a lot of free time, which he spent training in the Room of Requirement. He was making steady progress. He could take on about 50 enemies at once now, his Ethereal magic helped him in looking for threats in the area.
At dinners he sat at the Head Table, as sitting at Gryffindor Table would mean that he would have to answer so many questions he didn't get to eat at all.
He still slept in Gryffindor Tower, but he had his own Teachers Quarters in a separate wing of the castle, where he would spend long hours researching new spells.
It was two weeks after the start of the term. Harry slowly made his down to the Common Room, ready to go for the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year when he felt a twinge in his scar. He swiftly checked Voldemort's side of the link, instantly recognising the trademark cobblestones of Diagon Alley. There was a whirlwind at the spot where Harry stood and moments later, he had disappeared.
With Potter at Hogwarts, Voldemort thought he could pull off a swift attack before the boy or the old fool would come running. He was however very much mistaken.
A whirlwind appeared out of nothing next to the Dark Lord and the next thing he knew he was knocked on the floor with a painfully throbbing jaw.
"Hi Tommy boy" His Nemesis said.
"Who are you? …Potter!" Voldemort spat, seeing the scar that was revealed for a fraction of a second "you're a Wind Elemental? Impossible, the Elementals died out long ago!!"
Harry could see him panicking. Little was known of Elementals or Elemental Guides as they were called nowadays, by the ones who knew they still existed that is. And what was known was frightening in the least. Their powers were rumoured to be descended from the Titans who had once battled the Great Zeus and his fellow Greek Gods.
"I'm afraid to disappoint you ol' fella. Elemental Guidance just became an obscure art, is all. And you who despises the Muggles so much would be one to overlook such a thing. You probably didn't even know it originated from Muggle Japan did you?"
"Cut the Speech boy!" Voldemort roared. "I will feast on your flesh before you turn seventeen!"
Voldemort touched the Portkey that was hidden within the fold of his robes at all times and was gone.
Harry lunged for Voldemort but it was too late, he was already gone.
A high, cold and female laughter could be heard echoing off the cobblestones and as Harry turned towards the sound, his eyes were ablaze with internal fire, with the occasional spark coming out of them. The Fire Guide was rising within him as his emotions – rage, disappointment at his own failure, and pure hatred – were overflowing his being, sparks were everywhere, not only in his eyes, but from his fingertips and the flowing tips of his robes.
With practised ease and almost faster then the eye could see, the sword of Gryffindor was in his hands, the hilt of the sword in his hand with the blade pointing backwards as if he made to stab someone with a dagger. With a burst of Fire, he disappeared from his former point and was seen standing next to Bellatrix the next moment, the blade having cleanly cut her body in half, from head to toe. Her slices heart gave some last futile beats, not yet understanding that it was over, as the two halves slid from each other, her guts were spilled on the floor.
Her screams never reached her mouth, it all happened too fast.
The pandemonium that followed would never be forgotten, Death Eaters were panicking and hurrying for the Apparation Point, terrified by the speed and fury of the boy they had always thought of as extremely lucky and mind numbingly stupid to go against the Dark Lord.
Something had snapped within Harry the moment his sword hit Bellatrix. Revenge at last!!! He let out a feral scream and charged upon the dozens of Death Eaters present. He would make them pay for the pain and suffering they had caused unto innocent people.
His sword a blur, in one hand, letting out blisteringly hot Fireballs with his other hand, it took five minutes before the charred corpses hit the cobbled street that was Diagon Alley. They had not been even close a match to his speed and Elemental Powers.
Avatar indeed. It would prove to be a clash of true Titans when Harry would meet Voldemort for the very last time.
Harry put his sword back in the scabbard that was worked into the back of his Basilisk Armour.
As the first of the Aurors began to arrive, they saw a glimpse of a muscled young man with long hair in a low pony tail, with a flowing long coat, before he disappeared in a burst of flame.
A/N: Right, first Notes ever. I'd like to make it clear that this is not slash or something, sorry to disappoint the gay community, but I'll leave the writing of a slash story up to them.
Ginnylover14: Thanks for sticking with me since the beginning, but I doubt this will become H/G sorry for that.
For the rest of the reviewers, (Olaf74, blackruby873, Dragen Ranger, Fk306 animelover, PotterMental-Alleta and RRW) I thank you for the encouragement and bear with us. The story is starting to become highly wicked ;-).
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