Ok about the abrupt ending of the last chapter, I had forgotten I hadn't finished the chapter because I was so eager that my internet was back I just posted all the chapters I had written. Now it doesn't seem alot but I wrote it all in one go. 6000 plus words in one session. This chapter will be about Harry's first year or so in the room. To some this may seem lame, you know. Your typical Harry gets really powerful from being in a room for years when to everyone else it is weeks. It is very unrealistic and if it isn't your type of thing I understand. BUT! I myself have been trying to find a story where there is a powerful Harry, where it's not a basic Ginny/Harry Hermione/Ron, fanfiction is all about creativity. And knowing few readers will bother to read this explanatory paragraph thank-you very much. Please review! I know it sounds really childish but I want you to help me become a better writer to make your experience more enjoyable. Plus my ego feeds of positive comments so you know, any little helps...

Chapter 10.

Harry Potter was wiping the burning sweat out of his eyes, his vision was blurred and the stinging pain was not helping, he was tired and out of breath. Despite this he continued his fast pace, he had ran nearly nine miles and was determined to make it ten. From afar Smythe had just got up and heard the panting breath through the silence clearly, he rolled his eyes and went to shower, Remus was up, ready and having breakfast in the kitchen, he was flipping through a muggle fiction book, he had become interested in these as they were entertaining and different from the uneducated blitherings of Wizard author Peter Grateman which were from a handful the most readable.

Harry had passed the nine mile mark and was feeling good, great infact. He had a bad spell back there but he had overcome the internal turmoil and felt great for persevering, now he was to a marker set up months ago to tell him it was time to run directly toward the house. This would make his run an exact ten mile run, the only thing about his running was that it was getting boring, he needed a change, an obstacle course perhaps. If you got bored with running it was less effective, but it was one of the best ways to gain muscle in the legs and improve fitness. Squats maybe. He mused further and concentrated on the rest of the run.

Once Harry returned from his run he stripped and transfigured his underwear into floral swimming shorts and dove into the freezing cold pool, for a few moments his body felt like it needed to escape the cold, cold water but seconds later the cold water felt like such a relaxing experience and he swam on. His body soon regulated it's temperature, he didn't feel hot anymore, or cold for that matter, he had learnt a Drying Charm on his first day so he wouldn't have to waste time or feel cold.

For Harry this was his morning ritual and had been for almost a year, it had improved his lean, toned body in to a rugged, muscular figure. Longer hair that was styled and kept pristine, his eyes seemed to have changed, not in colour but they conveyed a more serious, stronger tone. He kept his facial hair at a minimum stubble, adding to his macho look that would soon drive many school-girls to lust for him. He had learned the basics in all the martial arts, he could mix between all of them easily and found himself mixing them into new holds, throws and blocks. His favorite was Aikido and Ninjitsu, Aikido because all he would do is block and hold or lock them, any injury to the opponent would be self-inflicted. Ninjitsu was a rarely taught form of martial arts, a trained person in this fighting style was rare, his reactions were unbelievably quick and his movements were sometimes blurred due to momentum.

Having studied all his N.E.W.T work for the two years Harry was studying auror level spells, then he would proceed to Hit-Wizard and Unspeakable levels. Then ancient and forgotten magic. Harry and Remus wanted to design lesson plans for the entire year for all classes whilst in the room and allocated a three month slot for it.

The door had appeared and faded without notice, but the year was marked down, only a week in the real world had passed and Harry was thankful he had Age-Retention otherwise his physical change would have been far to noticeable. He had decided he would not hold back in N.E.W.Ts though, he would not hide his abilities and would continue his physical workouts on the castle grounds, around the lake for running and in the lake for swimming. He was certain to raise many eyebrows at Hogwarts but he was focusing on just two. Tonks.

Auror level spells were not as hard as he thought and martial arts had gone up a notch, he had mastered his legilimency and could transform in to all animagus forms easily and quickly. His swordsmanship was progressing excellently and his aim with his blades was brilliant. He had pretty much took everything in his stride and become brilliant at it, in the evenings he had started to draw, he was currently drawing sketches and designs for tattoos, taking a picture of him in his forms. He had decided to get a lily flower in in red to represent his mother, he had found a book he knew had been made by the room, full of pictures of lily's. He wanted his design to be personal and mean something but he was also thinking about scripture or just a general funky design to put somewhere. He wanted to get colour in his hair, purple perhaps. That was rebellious.

He had started a obstacle course instead of running, it tested much more than his stamina, his climbing abilities, flexibility and agility, balance and co-ordination. These all proved great in duels with Remus, Smythe and the golems. The second year came and went with auror level spells all learnt, great progress in his martial arts and his other training's.

His next three years sere concentrating on refining his techniques in martial arts, he was taught other obscure hits and tricks as it were in his fighting style, Hit-Wizard spells were easy enough they were spells that were to permanently dis-arm a person or kill them, the spells were very dangerous and scary powerful, Unspeakable spells were all held in a series of books brought with them, some seemed pointless, others scary. It was ancient magic that involved warding, incantations and other profuse forgotten magic that tested Harry, as they were not for battle use mainly for subdued characters, hiding properties or draining spells they would not be used in a duel because they were to long to say.

Physically he was an expert in all forms of fighting styles, but still his favorites were Aikido and Ninjitsu, he could take the golems all the way up to their maximum level in fighting with evenly distributed wins on both sides. His swords skills and blade precision were mastered, easily beating two golems at once with the swords and his aim was just improving.

With six months left and things rapidly running out to learn, lesson planning had begun. With a poor Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher history he resorted to using books, flipping through the syllabus Dumblebore had give him. Noting what spells each class needed to learn for the year, Harry and Remus had edited the book heavily, leaving the wand movements, the spell definition and pronunciation for each spell, Harry, Remus and Smythe had thought of other things to add in the syllabus. Dueling competitions, dueling club, fitness and just general activities that hopefully would be educational and fun.

Their were still weeks left and everything that could have been done and set out to do had been done. After a few hours of lounging around doing nothing, Remus said;

"Harry do you fancy learning about pranks and prank spells for your last few weeks?"

"To wreak havoc on unsuspecting individuals and cause general chaos and mayhem? Sounds excellent!" laughed Harry.

Remus went and retrieved a book, it seemed a little worn and dust but perfectly useable. He looked at the title. "Hogwarts - What You Can Do There!" He looked at the author but with no writing on the spine he turned the cover and on the first page;

"To Messrs Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail, whom without their help wouldn't have been able to pull of all of these pranks at our time at Hogwarts. Thanks"

Harry that his father and friends were being intentionally funny and using such a serious tone to derive readers from the actual sentimental value of the meaning of this book. Because he thought the day those four friends had split up had been a hard day on all of them.

The book itself was full of ideas and pranks pulled off, scribbled down spells which were joke spells like turn hair colour, skin colour, add antlers or horns to the opponents head, make them trip, dunk buckets of water on them, pelt flour and eggs at them, spells that the person wouldn't know about unless told about what the looked like. Remus was really involved telling Harry useful skills for pranking, silence, good invisibility charm, slippery floor charm so to get away whilst running from teachers, the caretaker or anyone else.

Slowly all three of them were preparing to leave, packing up non-essential items, neatly arranging clothes, stacking books up so that on the day they could leave quickly. Harry for one had a lot to do when he went back into reality, tattoos, hair, packing for Hogwarts, choosing an outfit to go to King's Cross in, saying goodbyes and last minute shopping for school supplies and shopping for his Atremies. As the day of the door approached they had resorted to checking and re-checking everything incase they had left anything. On the day they did one last sweep of the house where they had been staying and walked out.

"Oh what about your animagus skills Harry?" asked Remus, as they were going through the door.

"All take care of Remus, all taken care of." replied Harry with a smile.

16'000 words!