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"What the hell do you mean you thought it was safe?"

"Calm down, Harry."

"I was stuck in that fucking hellhole for who knows how long."

"Three weeks"

".and you're telling me to CALM DOWN!!!"

Harry Potter could not stand still. He was back in his room at Dursleys after staying what seemed like forever in that messed up world. Currently he was trying his best not to kill Sirus who was happily sitting on his bed. Sirus apperated (sp?) to Dursley's as soon as he heard that Harry was back. Apparently he was worried about his Godson's disappearance even though he was the one that caused it.

Harry himself was not worried or happy or even sad about anything anymore. He was just angry. He had to live through hell. He was not sure how he managed it, but he did live through it.

The first day was only the beginning. He had to fight those overgrown fairies who did not know their place. Then there was all the fauna that really did not like Harry and lets not forget about all that beautiful and deadly flora.

So, Harry fought, got marks to prove it too, and survived, no thanks to his godfather.

After getting back to Dursleys Harry immediately fell asleep. He was exhausted, all his cuts and bruised hurt. His jaw line stung where he got slashed by some crazy parrot-like creature with razor sharp feathers. That will definitely leave a mark. When he woke up his godfather was already there and that's how this wonderful conversation had started.

"What was that book? And where did that portkey come from? And why did YOU give it to me? Did you try to GET ME KILLED? I get enough of that dealing with Voldemort!"

"Now Harry, you asked me to train you and the book was the fastest way."

"So, you decided to get me killed in the process? What kind of a godfather are you?"

After seeing the hurt look Sirus was giving him Harry immediately regretted his last comment.

"I'm sorry Sirus. I did not mean it that way"

His godfather did not look convinced.

"What do you want me to say. I'm sorry I yelled at you, but look at it from my perspective. You did not get stuck in some world where every single fucking thing was out for your blood. So, I am still a little, hm. upset?"

All the tiredness Harry felt came back with a vengeance. He was not even angry anymore, just tired. And glad that this whole thing was finally over with.

Yes, Harry was glad that he could yell at his Godfather. After spending, what seemed like forever, in that place Harry gave up all hope of ever getting back. Harry gave up. He was ready to stop fighting and just die.

But, right when he was ready to put his wand down and get hexed to death he was magically transported back to his room. Dursleys were not home. Harry guessed they did not even notice his absence. That would certainly make things easier.

"So, what was that book?"

Sighing deeply Sirus got comfortable before answering.

"It is supposed to make whoever reads it stronger. It's got very powerful magic behind it. I'm not exactly sure how it works, but it can be used only once per century, or something like that, and only by those who are in great need of learning. It is supposed to fill your mind with what you need to know withought you having to actually learn it. So I thought that since you don't have much time it would be good for you."

"Where did you get it? And what was that portkey"

Sirus looked a little unsure about what the answer should be. After moments hesitation Sirus finally made up his mind:

"It was part of a family treasure. And the book came with that portkey. I don't know for sure, but I heard it was used for training greatest of wizards."

Harry felt anger bubbling up inside him again, but tried to suppress it.

"You are not sure?"

"I heard stories about it. All kinds of legends, but I did not believe most of them. Too unbelievable. And great wizards, I heard, went through it in time of great need, so."

"You thought I should do it to?"

Whitought waiting for his godfather to answer Harry started his angry attack again

"Did anyone before me ever survive it? Did the legends say?"

"Of course there were lots of wizards who survived it."

Harry looked skeptical.

"There is. no he died. What about. am. different legend. How about. hmm... Well, it doesn't matter. You survived it. And now you know more that enough to hold out against Death Eaters. And it was a great adventure."

"ADVENTURE"

Harry could not hold his anger back anymore, but before he could hit Sirus with full blast of it his godfather interrupted.

"Yes, adventure. Your father would have enjoyed it. And if you're anything like him. Maybe I am wrong about you.

I'm glad you are safe. I have to go."

And with a small "puff" Sirus disappeared leaving Harry alone and speechless in his room.

That did not go well. Harry did feel a little guilty taking out his anger at Sirus that way. Sirus just wanted to help. He did almost get Harry killed in the process. After remembering what he had to go through because of Sirus Harry suddenly lost all interest in defending his godfather. But, It WAS an adventure, and it did make him stronger. So, he might as well forget about all the crap he had to go through. It is what his father would do. Wasn't it?

Harry decided to sum everything up, now that he was safe and finally got some answers. So Sirus found some family reliquary that was used to train great wizards in a time of great need and decided that that was exactly what Harry needed, withought knowing all the facts. The book did come out useful, with lots of hexes and counter curses that Harry did not even need to memorize, they were just there, in his mind, but the portkey was a real pain. It transported whoever touched it to some kind of twisted and messed up world that was a little violent, to say the least, and you had to survive it until you get transported back. Harry guessed that it was part of the spell placed on the portkey, you get back after an unlimited amount of minutes have passed. Harry did not really care about the details anymore. He did live though the experience. And during it all, he did not once think about Cedric. It all turned out for the better.

And Harry was ready to bet anything that this training got rid of his Twiz - nightmares. Now, if only Harry could get rid of all the nightmares about that training.

A/N This was the third chapter of my story. What did you think? I realize that I am writing this story more for myself than anybody else, but still, all feedback is greatly appreciated. Just remember yourself when you were writing your first story and act accordingly (review (please)). (