(Author's Note: To clear up any confusion, Circe is a Minor character. I needed the ability to manipulate time in such a way that Harry could learn several lifetimes of material in the single year he has gone back in time. Circe's island is perfect, and will allow for the powers and plot points of future chapters to be set up. I am sorry for the confusion, but I hope it doesn't detract from the story.)

Harry was awoken early the next morning just as the sun rose. A pretty green haired Nymph smiled shyly and led him to a small room where a table sat prepared for three. Circe was already waiting for him and Cato followed him in a few seconds later. They ate in silence, focusing on the meal.

After the food was finished, Circe briefly re-explained everything she had told Harry last night and the schedule she had planned. After he agreed and they discussed the levels of training they would begin with she excused Harry and herself.

She led him down several flights of stairs and deep into the hill on which her temple sat. They entered a fairly spacious room, brightly lit despite it having no windows and she indicated for him to sit on the pile of pillows placed on an ornate rug in the center of the room. She quickly warded the room with a spell he didn't recognize and sat across from him.

Circe began to lead him through the relaxation techniques of meditation. She explained that once he was relaxed she would remove the block slowly until his full powers were available.

Harry sat quietly going through the breathing exercises and feeling stupid. Waiting for her to begin. He feared another invasion like Snape's and tried not to tense in anticipation.

Unable to resist he opened his eyes. Circe was deep into a trance and very focused. Harry while calm and relaxed didn't think he was doing very well. Finally deciding to fake it he closed his eyes once more and attempted to focus on clearing his mind as Isabelle taught him to do.

A few moments later Circe was shaking him gently. Harry opened his eyes and she was smiling softly.

"How do you feel."

"Relaxed. I think I finally cleared my mind, I think I could do it again. Do you want to try to remove the block?"

"I already have. It will take time, we will have to chip it away a piece at a time. It was a little difficult at first but once you began to actually try to calm yourself it was very easy. It won't take as long tomorrow to reach that state. Let us head back for lunch."

"Lunch is hours away." Harry said just as his stomach growled. Circe laughed.

"We are actually over an hour late. It is after one already."

They headed back upstairs and found the main room once again laid out for three. Cato sat reading a giant tomb. Harry tired to see the cover but it was written in Hieroglyphs and he couldn't make it out.

"A little light reading?" He jested to Cato.

"A little." Cato replied.

"Don't laugh. That book is very special, you will be reading it yourself soon. Memorizing it cover to cover." Circe shared a smile with Cato.

"What book is it?"

"The Book of Thoth. One of my followers was an Archaeologist and recovered that book from the Prince Neferkaptah in Necropolis. A very powerful text."

Harry gulped his mead almost choking on the amount of reading he would have to do. He wished Hermione was here, she would have it read in a day or two and then he wouldn't have to. He sighed, despite his anger at them, he was beginning to miss his friends.

"It won't be that bad. Most of it is practical work. The usage of the spell is more important than the facts but I do want you to carefully read it, the processes they used with help you in the future especially in creating new spells and combining them to fit your needs."

Circe had a quiet conversation with Cato before they left on his section of the days training. Cato had him perform every spell he knew and recite every spell he had ever heard of. After a couple hours of this they moved on to his other classes.

"Since Circe knows Herbology and Potions, we have decided that she will handle those subjects and I will cover the others. We will cover the more important ones now, and move on to the others once you have a handle on them.

They began with Defense, then Charms and ended with Transfiguration. After a few more hours Harry felt like he was about to fall over, when they finally left for dinner. Dinner was silent as Harry tried not to fall asleep. After they had finished Circe placed her hand on the back of Harry's neck and he felt the sensation of energy flowing into him again.

He smiled weakly and followed her into her potions lab while the energy coursed through his body. She had him rebrew several potions from his first year. Ones that he had either failed to complete or had been ruined by things thrown from the Slytherins.

They also discussed how he felt and his lessons with Cato.

The next few weeks passed in a similar fashion. Harry would wake up and over breakfast the three of them would discuss what he had read the night before. Circe and he would then meditate, and remove a little more of the block. He would practice with Cato, brew with Circe, discuss lessons, and then read until going to sleep.

One day when he and Circe had finished their meditation for the day he came back to himself to find her beaming at him. Knowing what that signified he smiled in return, the block was gone and he would soon learn if he had any real power.

That afternoon with Cato he began to notice it. He was more powerful, his stamina was improved and he was faster than before. That night over brewing he told Circe of the changes he had already noticed.

"Just like your mother. She had a gift in both study and practice. "

"If she was so powerful… how come she died?"

"The block she placed on you. That spell is very old and is not recommended because it takes weeks to recover your strength. She must have thought you were in a safe place to even attempt it. Usually they bring their children here to cast it and only return to the mortal realm once they are fully recovered. She knew I could remove it but I think she had planned to remove it herself once you were safe again. The power you gave off as an infant would have been felt at a distance. She must have feared Voldemort's ability to sense it. Only with age can you mask your power, and since you were more powerful than her, she couldn't hide it."

"Why didn't she return here?"

"When she brought you the as a baby she had told me how bad things were getting in your world. She even asked if your family could escape here if needed. I agreed but she never returned. I don't know why she didn't. Perhaps she couldn't get to the Time-turner or the Arch. "

"Then it is my fault she died?"

"I wouldn't agree with that. If she had wanted to she could have transported herself here. She even could have brought you, but that would mean leaving your father and she loved him too much to do that. Succubi almost never find a real mate. Her love for your father was so uniquely Lily. I doubt it will ever be repeated, unless you take after her." She winked flirtatiously.

Harry went to bed that night thinking about what he had been reading but the conversation about his parents kept interrupting. He was comforted by the fact that his mother was so selfless that she would be willing to stay with his father even though she could have disappeared into safety without a trace. He wished she had been able to transport them that night, but because of the spell she didn't have the power, still even severely crippled she still stood up to Voldemort and protected her child. Harry had never been prouder to be her son.

The months flew by. After completing all the work from his first five years of school and anything that could be covered in the last two they moved on to other things. Cato taught him everything from both the Auror and Unspeakable program. Circe taught him everything she knew about plants and herb, they covered every potion he had ever heard of and hundreds he hadn't.

He read hundreds of books, learned several languages. Siphoned energy from every life form on the island. He even learned to swim and surf. Despite the grueling lessons and having Cato make him run laps and lift weights, Harry was having the time of his life. He dreaded the thought of going back and he was running out of time. The year was almost up.

What he would miss the most is spending time with Sirius. He was still in his dog form but they spend every day together. When Harry went running, Sirius would race him, when he went to bed at night, Sirius was sleeping on the foot of his bed. He would miss Sirius, now more than every but at least this time Sirius would be alive, free in a beautiful place, and Harry could come back and see him.

The next morning Harry examined himself in the mirror. He was a real Cambion now. The look the potion had given him was a pale imitation. Harry was more powerful, more handsome, more dangerous than he could have every hoped but would it be enough?

Cato and Harry spent the last few months learning about the Dark Arts. Harry knew how to cast and counter most spells the Death Eaters would use. Circe had taught him how to control his abilities and use the ones that had shown up, but she wasn't coming with him and his powers were not fully developed, only some of them had awakened and he feared what it would mean when they did.

It was time though. He had run out of it, learned all he could and it would have to be enough because they were leaving, tomorrow.

Harry spent the whole night talking with Sirius, about everything. Dreading the dawn and knowing inevitably it was coming. Time to go back to reality and face the challenges ahead. Phase Three of his plans would begin the moment he returned.