AN: Allright, so here is the beginning of the training chapters, all of your reviews and feedback have been such a great help in the decision of how I am going to write these chapters! What I have decided is that Harry will be going through quite a bit of training, but not to worry, I have read to many post OoTP stories to write a story where Harry discovers a million new abilities and becomes god. I am going to be summarizing a lot of the training, but I also wanted to add a few points in that often get skipped over in many other stories. There probably won't be another real action scene for a little bit, but it will be worth the wait!
Thanks to Marie9 for her beta work!
Chapter Twelve
Harry dragged his feet towards the door, appeasing his master as he called for him yet again through the apartment. He stopped to look back longingly at the comfortable bedroom and the just-visible bed that it contained, but in the end dragged himself further away from what he wanted and towards the calling voice of his new master. As he got to the door, he saw Master Mundi staring disapprovingly at him from outside his room.
"You were supposed to be out here nearly an hour ago!" Ki-Adi reprimanded him sharply. "I do hope this type of neglect for your training here will end, and soon!" It was apparent from his tone to Harry that Master Mundi expected his orders to be followed to the letter, regardless of how much the person didn't want to do as he said.
Harry nodded tiredly and mumbled a "Yes Master" as he had learned from his data pad. When he had read the section on Padawans, he had found the customs and behaviors the Padawans were expected to know and use when with their Masters as well as numerous other situations. He found it interesting how they had kept the same customs and behaviors for nearly twenty five thousand years.
Even more interesting was the mindset the Jedi employed as a member of the Order. As of the current moment Harry couldn't imagine what it would feel like, let alone what mental toll it would take to not allow yourself to feel any strong emotions such as anger or fear. For his entire life his emotions had defined him; they had made him into a strong and headstrong young man who wouldn't back down for anything or anybody. Harry exited the door and found Master Mundi on the other side, waiting impatiently with his arms crossed across his chest.
"I do hope that this will not turn into a pattern," the Jedi Master said sharply.
"No, Master Mundi" Harry responded, his eyes diverted to the floor.
"Well, it's no use standing here for nothing. Follow me" Ki-Adi said, his tone still holding an edge of annoyance at having to wait for his Padawan to wake up before they could start the training.
Harry followed his Master's brisk pace, barely keeping up with the long, quick strides of the tall Jedi Master. While following him, Harry observed his teacher. Ki-Adi seemed to exude a feeling of serenity and calmness from himself while still allowing the fierce warrior inside him to show through the calm mask. Mundi seemed to be the perfect balance of chaos and order, and because of that he showed power beyond just being able to win a fight. Harry could tell that this man would overcome any hurdle that fate decided to throw his way.
His Master led him on an unfamiliar path through the enormous temple, weaving through hallways and passing numerous other Jedi. After nearly ten minutes of the brisk pace, the two of them reached the end of the hallway that abruptly ended at a large, ornate metal door, with runes and symbols in artistic patterns across the metallic material. Ki-Adi didn't even pause as he reached his hand out and stretched his fingers forward, using an unseen force to open the doors gently. As the large doors opened to reveal the interior of the unknown room, Harry mentally reeled as he saw the library hidden inside.
It's Hermione-Heaven! Harry thought as he saw the stacks of tomes and digital books extend far into the distance, finally ending nearly a kilometer away. The floor was carpeted in a soft, pliable mesh carpet colored in different dark blues in the study areas, while it was light blue in all the pathways between the shelves of both digital and paper books. The room's width immediately opened up as they walked through the door, showing that it was not only unimaginably long, but extended horizontally a respectable distance as well.
Directly in front of the Master and Padawan, the light blue path turned into a dark blue area where hundreds of desks were lined up in one line that extended all the way through the library. On each of these desks there was room for two books about the size of Harry's Hogwarts textbooks to lie open side by side. The spacious desk was illuminated by a fluorescent light that extended from the desktop upwards so that the light could reach all four corners of the desk. Harry also spotted a few consoles at every third desk that seemed to be larger versions of his data pad that his Master had given him last night; he guessed they probably held many more things than the smaller version he owned.
On either side of these study desks, there were stacks of digital and printed books that extended far upwards to the point that even a librarian's ladder would have trouble reaching them. The bookcases were what looked to be a grey metallic material, though Harry wasn't exactly sure (he wasn't exactly the leader in the study of furniture!) The metallic bookcases stood proudly, their dull grey color matching well with the pale blue of the carpets surrounding them.
The other bookcases that contained what appeared to be digital archives of information looked to be exactly the same, except for the contents. Blue bars that ranged from sky blue to a deep, dark navy blue were placed in what seemed to Harry a random order along the large bookcases. The only reason Harry could guess that they were digital data holders was because he had seen a Jedi walk over to one of these bookcases and touch one of the blue bars with his index finger. With the small touch, a holographic screen had appeared in front of his face, displaying a numerical page with some mathematical equations as well. As Harry watched the Jedi skim over the display, the Jedi pulled out his own personal data pad and plugged it into a nearby console that was sticking out. With a small tap, the holographic image was gone, and Harry could just spot a downloading icon on the data pad before the Jedi walked out of sight.
As Harry observed the library around him, he noticed other rooms off to the sides of the massive room, some had their shades drawn, preventing any prying eyes (such as Harry's). Others had the windows illuminated by projectors, showing films, or presentations, often with other people inside. Yet a few others revealed to contain a few more somewhat more private study desks. He was drawn out of his observations by his Master speaking once more to him.
"Welcome to the Jedi Archives Padawan Potter." Ki-Adi said before continuing on into the massive knowledge center, obviously expecting his Padawan to follow him.
Harry obliged him and followed him, though only paying attention to the vast amounts of information stored in the large room. His attention drew back to his master as he realized Ki-Adi had started to talk.
"-and in these archives, all the knowledge that has been collected over the life-span of the Jedi order is stored here. If you are ever in need of any information on nearly every subject, it is stored in this room. Today we will start on Force theory; though you have a large amount of control over the force- surprisingly so for your young age- you do not have the finesse required for you to be the most effective in a conflict." Pointing to a desk where three medium sized text books were sitting as well as a data pad rather similar to the one sitting on Harry's desk table in his apartment, Ki-Adi gave him his first order. "Start reading; I will be back in two hours to continue on to a different subject. I expect you to be finished."
Harry looked at the reading material set out for him skeptically. "I'm not sure I can finish reading all of those in two hours, Master."
"Then get started on them, and finish everything that you can." Master Mundi said shortly, before turning on his heel and walking away, the way they had come.
Sighing, Harry sat down and opened up the top book, skipping past the introduction to the first chapter and began reading, taking in the knowledge stored inside. Scanning the first page, Harry realized that the book was on the Jedi's version of magic, this 'Force' thing. Honestly! Could somebody come up with a less creative name?
Despite the lack of creativity in the terms, the book did offer a rather detailed explanation of how to use the Force, as well as maintaining control over it while using it. He tried to take it all in as fast as he could, glancing up at the clock every few minutes or so only to find that he was far behind what his Master expected of him- and he did not want to upset his master any more than he had already done.
Finally, with fifteen more minutes to go he reached the end of the nearly three hundred-page text, having only absorbed about half the knowledge that he glanced over in the book from due to his rushed method of reading. Sighing in frustration at his lack of speed, he picked up the book to review. Better to have read one book thoroughly than all of them without remembering anything, Harry thought before skimming the pages once more, filling in the gaps in his knowledge before his Master showed up.
As Harry finished his book once more, finally having reviewed enough to be confident in attempting any of the exercises that his Master would have him do to test his comprehension of the material. It was a good thing too, because as he closed the book Ki-Adi seemed to suddenly appear behind him, giving Harry a slight start. "Hello Harry. How goes the reading?" Mundi asked softly, the edge to his voice that was present two hours ago apparently forgotten now.
"I am sorry Master. I was only able to finish one of the books in the time you gave me." Harry responded, his head bowed slightly. He really didn't want to be reprimanded in the middle of the library, where he would surely be the center of attention as they would be the only source of noise in the room.
"That is all right, Harry. We will start with the material in the first book, and you will finish the others as we move on" Ki-Adi said quietly, apparently accepting that Harry couldn't read a thousand pages and a full data pad in two hours. Ki-Adi Mundi often took his binary brain for granted, being so used to reading three hundred page manuscripts in half an hour that he often forgot that his race was blessed with huge amounts of intellectual powers at birth, whereas most other species were not given the same abilities.
As a member of the Cerean race, Mundi had an enhanced brain, able to take in huge amounts of information and immediately organize that information. This allowed him, as well as any other Cerean, to respond to situations much faster and act with more logic than almost any other race. "If you have read it thoroughly, then we shall proceed to the training hall where you will practice these skills until you can do them correctly" Ki-Adi said, resuming his role as the strict teacher.
Turning on his heel, the Jedi Master walked away, prompting Harry to pick up the remaining books and hurry after him, arms loaded down with texts. They exited the library and went through the hallways, not sparing any glances to observe the walls – adorned with impressive architecture as they were – that they were passing by. The pair walked through the hallways until they reached the training hall. Harry, now that he wasn't so nervous and concentrated on making sure he didn't reveal too many secrets, had time to appreciate the room.
As with the Jedi Archives, the training hall was larger than might be expected after walking through the average sized halls. As Harry entered the door, he noted the wall opposite him was nearly half a kilometer away. To his left, the hall ended abruptly after about twenty five meters in a large window that spanned the entire wall, showing all of Coruscant in all of its glory. In the other direction, the room extended another twenty-five meters and ended in a bland wall, though it was adorned with vast amounts of equipment.
Hanging on the lower parts of the wall, as well as on racks in front of it, were huge amounts of pads, some were rectangular, others were circular, and still others had handles with miscellaneous shapes that would clap together when hit. From observations of the people occupying the hall, he could see that these pads were meant to assist training in hand-to-hand combat. Numerous Jedi around the hall were holding pads up while their training partners would strike them with both feet and hands, as well as elbows, knees, wrists, and even a few forearms and shins.
Near the pads were numerous weapons, mainly wooden practice weapons, including staffs, and wooden swords. Many of them Harry had only seen when Dudley had gone through a Kung Fu stage (of course, the movies, not the actual martial art).
Next to these were items that Harry had no idea what they were exactly; he had seen them clipped onto the belts of nearly all of the Jedi he had encountered in the temple. They were cylindrical in shape, extending about three decimeters length-wise and they had a diameter of a few centimeters.
The actual floor of the training hall was padded with a rubbery material that wasn't soft, but had a spring to it- almost as if they were standing on a small trampoline that was covered in rubber. The actual color of the mats was blue; it was a similar shade to the library's floor, but these mats didn't change in color until the weapon racks, where the blue gave way to red mats that were placed near the glass wall on the other side of the room. Now that Harry thought about it, the red mats seemed to designate where you could not train. It made sense- 'don't throw anyone through the window' and 'don't throw anyone into the weapons' sounded like good ideas when it came to possibly dangerous training.
Master Mundi did not lead him to the equipment racks; instead, he led him to a rather empty spot near the door where there were a few items hanging from the wall. Harry hadn't paid these items any mind when he was looking around the room because they seemed insignificant, but now that they were approaching the items Harry paid them more attention.
Wooden hooks extended from a long wooden plank that had been drilled into the wall. On these wooden planks hung various objects that seemed too normal for the training hall of the greatest warriors of the galaxy. Ropes tied in knots, wooden canes with rings around them, and under these on the floor was what looked to be a children's toy, where the point of the game seemed to be moving different blocks along different wires. Harry thought he had seen one in a dentist's office when he was forced to accompany Dudley after being accused of 'plotting to destroy the house'. Looking at his Master, Harry voiced his confusion. "What are we going to do here, Master?"
"The book you read was on the delicacies of using the Force. Here we can train ourselves to employ those methods in all situations, hostile or not" Mundi said, indicating the odd objects. "Use the Force first to knot and unknot the rope, then to put the wooden cane through the loop while not allowing the two objects to touch each other. Carry on with the same instructions for the rest of the other exercises." After receiving an affirmative nod from his student, Ki-Adi took a seat off to the side of the training area to watch Harry's progress.
Nodding to himself, Harry thought back to the techniques described in the books; he had understood all of the ideas behind the reading, but understanding an idea seemed to be very different from actually employing it. Trying to concentrate on the ideas described by the reading, he started with the wooden cane and ring, levitating both of the objects before slowly moving the cane into the loop. As the wooden rod entered the loop, Harry had a momentary lapse in concentration towards levitating the loop, and while the cane stayed level the loop dropped only a small amount. Regardless of the minimal movement of the wooden object, there was a quiet clunk as the two objects impacted with each other. Sighing, Harry withdrew the cane from the loop and restarted the exercise. For the next four hours, Harry took on the exercises, and for all of his efforts only gained a good amount of frustration. By the end of the day, Harry was exhausted and irritated by the exercises set out for him. As he was entering his apartment, he was stopped by his Master.
"Young Harry, do not be frustrated. This was your first day and like all first days, it was the hardest" Ki-Adi said softly before dropping back into teacher mode. "I hope that tomorrow I will see you at the correct time in the morning." Without waiting for a response Mundi turned away and strode down the corridor, presumably to his apartment.
Sitting down on the sofa in his living area of his apartment, Harry thought to himself Why do I get the feeling that this is going to be frustrating for a long time?
What he didn't realize was how lucky he was to be where he was, and not on a certain watery planet that was famed for its manufacturing of clones.
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On the planet Kamino, fifteen different bounty hunters stood before the four Kaminoans. The four Kaminoans were dressed in flowing white robes that marked them as political leaders of the planet, while the mercenaries were all dressed in battle garb. The bounty hunters had been called by the Kaminoan leaders for a secret mission- they were only told to be ready for battle and that they would receive more details when they arrived. Lama Su was observing the bounty hunters arrayed before him; he had put together a small strike team to take down Potter, comprised of some of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy. Looking down the line, Lama Su picked out a few of the most famous ones.
At the left end of the line was Jango Fett, a bounty hunter well known among the governments of some of the seedier planets- though not as infamous among the average citizens. He had worked for Kamino before and had never failed them. His armor was a plated suit that had been painted silver; his helmet had a small opening for his eyes and mouth and had a line of blue outlining the holes. Hidden inside his armor, as well as outside, were numerous weapons that could all kill just as easily as the last.
A few more spots down the line was a Trandoshan bounty hunter named Bossk; counted among the best of the best, Bossk had never failed to find and capture or kill his target. He was well known throughout the galaxy, and among the few that were skilled enough to fight against a Jedi and come out on top. Bossk was not one to hide himself behind heavy and protective armor; instead, he was dressed in a yellow and white suit, with a pair of blaster pistols strapped to his thighs as well as a blaster rifle slung across his back.
Near the end of the line towards the right, one of the most feared names in the galaxy stood stoically. The Duros bounty hunter Cad Bane stood still, watching the four politicians closely from under his blue breathing mask. He wore a leather vest that covered a tough linen shirt and his head was covered by a large hat that gave him a roughened look. A pair of customized blaster pistols were strapped to his thighs, and a vibroblade was strapped to each of his forearms that were ready to extend outwards with the slightest flick of his wrist. The others in the line were somewhat well known, though none were worth mentioning after seeing the three elite hunters among them.
Now the fifteen bounty hunters stood there; a few of them were somewhat well known, while others had kept their name secret except for the most expensive of buyers. All of them were among the most skilled warriors in the galaxy, waiting to hear their instructions and possible payment; they didn't have to wait long. One of the white robed Kaminoans stepped forward to speak.
"I am Lama Su, Prime Minister of this planet," he started, looking at the bounty hunters arrayed before him. "I recently posted a bounty on a human named Harry Potter, but I realize this will not be enough. Potter is powerful; he took out a platoon of rebel soldiers in a matter of seconds. No one bounty hunter can kill or capture him.
"That is why I have asked all of you to come here today. All of you have one thing in common." Here the Prime Minister started to pace up and down the line, looking at each of the helmeted bounty hunters as he passed them. "Out of everyone in this galaxy, each of you are the best when it comes to one thing, killing. I have assembled all of you together because I want Potter dead. Forget about capturing him; all of you will work together as an elite team to bring him down."
The bounty hunters shifted, thinking the offer over. Jango Fett spoke up first. "What about payment?"
Lama Su looked over at the armored bounty hunter. "You will not be paid in the most traditional of ways. Kamino may not be the wealthiest of planets, but we can offer you all your own personal army of clones. Of course, you may choose the specimen you wish to clone."
This seemed to be acceptable by the bounty hunters as they all nodded, a few of them allowing excited smiles to come onto their faces.
"Good hunting gentlemen!" Lama Su said, before turning around and leaving the room with his escort of three.
Once the four Kaminoans had left, the bounty hunters turned to each other to plan.
"So, what's our plan of attack?" A human bounty hunter by the name of Gormez asked the others. He wore set of leather pants topped by a leather jacket over a ratty shirt. He was armed with grenades along his belt, as well as one blaster pistol on his thigh. Though he asked his question to everybody, all of them knew that even though they were all among the elite, only three of them would be leading this mission.
Jango Fett spoke up. "I have a source inside the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and they told me that there was recently a lot of activity involving all of the Jedi High Council. There is a rumor that a mysterious boy showed up and has shown good control over the Force. That could be our guy."
"The Jedi Temple?" Crane Weaver asked in shock. He was a bounty hunter from the Nar Shadaa sector. He had started killing for money in his teenage years, and made enough of a name for himself to be recruited by the Hutts for ten years. After fulfilling the contract with the Hutts, Weaver had gone off on his own, becoming one of the better-known bounty hunters in the galaxy. Weaver wore a plate armor that covered him from the neck down; it was said that he stole it off of one of his victims just after he was freed from the Hutts. The plate armor was red, and had its fair share of scorch marks adorning it. His head was uncovered, showing his short hair, as well as his nose (which looked to have been broken several times) and his mouth, which contained a set of crooked and yellowing teeth. "Not that I don't want the payout and all, but trying to sneak into a Jedi stronghold is near-enough impossible, let alone dealing with the defenses once we're found!" Weaver continued, his eyes showing nervousness.
"Jedi can be fooled, Weaver" Cad Bane said, letting his voice be heard for the first time. It had a low dangerous quality to it, letting everyone know that he was not to be upset in any way. "The Jedi's weakness lies in their arrogance; they believe that nobody would even think of assaulting them on their home turf. Therefore, why be on guard for such an event?"
"You are all forgetting one important thing." Bossk spoke up; everyone quieted at his voice. All of them knew that Bossk was not to be angered, for he would just as quickly kill his own comrades for interrupting him as he would kill his enemies for shooting at him. "Jedi have to leave the temple, and when they do, they travel in pairs. Instead of taking on the entire temple, we can take on two of them."
"It's a good idea, Bossk," Fett agreed. "Then it's decided. We will all go to Coruscant and gather some more intel. When Potter leaves the temple, that is when we strike."
There was a general murmur of agreement among the occupants of the room as they all dispersed, walking to the hangars where their ships were stored.
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Harry rubbed his eyes once again; he was in the Jedi Archives studying Force techniques and exercises. He had finally seen some progress in his exercises with his Master in the training hall. After nearly two weeks of failure on every set of objects, Harry had finally been able to complete all of the exercises successfully and to his Master's satisfaction.
Now that he was able to do them, Master Mundi was trying to have him speed up the process and had started to time him during the exercise. This was where Harry had struck a roadblock; though he had gotten the hang of employing the methods his Master had had him learn, he was nowhere near good enough at them to try to do them quickly. Harry would be lying, however, if he hadn't seen his speed increase with each day. He could see the situations this could be useful in, and all in all, he felt a certain ease when he used magic now, compared to before all of this, where he had had to force it out of his wand.
Over the past weeks since he had started the training, Harry's magic had continued to change. By his second week of training, Harry could not see the wand-shaped scar under his forearm anymore, and his magic responded before he could even start to voice an incantation. At this point, he didn't even have to think of the incantation; it seemed that his magic would respond to his thoughts even before he fully finished the thought of an incantation. It took some getting used to, but after two weeks of practice on his own he was using thoughts more than incantations in his head. He didn't even need to specify; all he had to do was think up! and the object would levitate to whatever level he wanted to lift it towards.
The new speed of his magic was not the only thing that had changed; it seemed that as this process carried on, his magic became more potent, putting more power behind each spell than ever before.
Harry had started to contemplate on the meaning of all these changes and had come up with only one possible answer: his wand had melded into his bone when he had landed on Kamino, and from that start his magic had become progressively more powerful and fast acting. Harry figured that change was because the magic in his body had begun to break down the physical barriers of the wand, and after some time that had allowed the magic stored inside the wand to break free and meld with the rest of his body. It had worked out so well because his wand contained similar magic to his own- hence it choosing him all those years ago when he entered Ollivander's shop. Of course, Harry had no proof or solid evidence to back up this hypothesis but considering the timing and circumstances, it seemed to be the only explanation that fit all the facts.
Realizing that he had allowed his mind to wander off from his book, Harry sighed; it was the fourth time that he had drifted off in the last half hour. It's final; I can't concentrate anymore on this today. Harry packed all of the books into a bag and trudged off towards the door, stopping off towards the side of the doorway to punch into a datapad on the wall what books he was taking, as well as his name and apartment number.
The Jedi Temple had become sort of a second home to him now; the people and even the building itself were welcoming, and in that respect it was similar to Hogwarts. As Harry walked down the now-familiar hallways to his apartment, he heard a small commotion coming from a hallway about twenty meters in front of him. Quickening his pace slightly to reach the corner, he looked around the bend and saw two figures he hadn't seen in four weeks.
"Hugo! Benny!" Harry said excitedly.
The two of them looked up from a third Jedi, who Harry recognized as Mace Windu now that he turned around. Harry's excitement of seeing the two mercenaries slipped off of his face to be replaced by concern as he saw their serious faces. Something's wrong, I can feel it.
He started to walk towards them now, "What's wrong?"
Benny looked to Windu to explain, while Hugo seemed to be examining Harry for any changes. Windu turned towards Harry with a sigh and started to speak, "The planet you fled from, with these two mercenaries, seems to have posted a bounty on your capture."
Harry's stomach dropped slightly at that; he had done some reading on his own and had come across bounty hunters. All in all, they were not someone he wanted to meet, let alone be the target of.
"We had figured that this was going to happen, considering the – ehem – circumstances-" here the Jedi Master looked over slightly disapprovingly at Hugo. "-of how you escaped. What we didn't think of was the actual length the Prime Minister of the planet would go to in order for your capture.
"Hugo here has just informed me that through a few of his sources, he has learned that fifteen of the most elite bounty hunters were just called to a secret meeting on an outer rim planet. While this may be nothing at all, we must assume the worst and believe that these fifteen are going to come after you as a team."
Harry was shocked at that; fifteen of the best bounty hunters were coming after him?
Here Hugo spoke up. "Kid, a few of the bounty hunters called in to that meeting are men who don't do capture missions, which can mean only one thing- that the Prime Minister doesn't care if you're alive or not when they bring you to him."
"So what does this mean for me? Can they get to me here?" Harry asked, Surely they can't reach me in here! This place is filled with the best warriors in the galaxy!
"I do not believe they can" Master Windu said calmly, without a trace of doubt in his voice. "There are tens of thousands of Jedi in these walls, the vast majority of them able to take on any of these mercenaries. You are safe here inside these walls."
Here Hugo butted in once more. "You kid yourself, Jedi. These aren't just regular mercenaries- hell, these aren't regular bounty hunters. Most of them have killed Jedi before, and all of them have the skill to infiltrate this place."
Windu turned back to Hugo. "You think they will try to get to him in here?"
"Of course not!" Hugo said, amusement creeping into his voice (something Harry did not share.) "I said they could do it, but why should they when he will inevitably leave this place at some point? That's what I would do! Wait for him to have the least possible protection, then swoop in and take him out, quick and clean."
Benny nodded in affirmation. "Same thing I would do."
Windu nodded. "Well, I will have to talk all of this over with the Jedi Council, and of course, your Master Harry. We will make a decision on this matter soon; keep this information to yourself in the meantime- we do not want anyone getting wrong information here. In the meantime, we will have Hugo and Benny stay at the temple in the apartments next door to you, just to make sure."
"You really think we'll make a difference Mace?" Benny asked skeptically. "I'm flattered, I really am, but wouldn't it be better to just place him next door to you or something?"
"It may, but I want you two there to help him figure out when this team will strike. You both have done things like this before, therefore you both can think like the enemy. By the time this attack does happen, I want Harry to as well."
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Harry had trouble sleeping that night. He didn't feel scared of this team of bounty hunters- he was sure fighting a dark lord was ranked higher on the danger scale- but he was excited. His body seemed to already be buzzing with adrenaline with the thought of a coming fight, regardless of how his mind was telling him that it wouldn't be for a while yet.
Benny and Hugo had settled in nicely next door, and had told him that they would begin the teaching tomorrow. Harry wondered what to make of this all; he was excited to see Benny and Hugo, but he wished it were under different circumstances.
Ah well, what comes will come. Harry thought to himself as he fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
