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A.N.: I'm aware it's taken me forever to update and I'm sorry. But when I finally found the notebook I went on holiday so I'm updating now. It is carried on from the rest so no need to worry about it not making sense or anything. Wait, this is my writing after all...

Dedication: I dedicate this Fic to all who have reviewed and have kept an eye on this story, you're faith that this Fic lives on means a lot to me.

And now for the story!

The Training Commences

The three teens rushed to their temporary home and were promptly sent to Hermione's room. This made them feel incredibly childish as they hadn't been spoken to like that for many years, but upon their hostess's threat to bodily throw them in they obeyed their orders (although somewhat reluctantly).

'Mum, can Rhihani come round for a bit?'

'Sure, but keep it down – you know how your father gets about load noises'

She did – it was amazingly humorous to watch her father rant about loud noises and storm through the garden. But today, at least, Hermione felt it would be best not to push the poor man.

'Thanks Mum. We'll be upstairs if you need us'

In that moment there was a muffled cry of pain from the fireplace as Rhihani landed.

After a quick conversation (20 minutes) between Rhihani and Mrs. Granger, the girls raced up the stairs and into Hermione's room.

'Finally! What took you? You've been ages!'

'Lies, we've only been twenty minutes!'

'Ages!' The boys confirmed. Rhihani rolled her eyes.

'Right, to start your training.

Sit down and breathe whilst I count to seven, hold it for a count of seven, then release it over a count of seven'

After half-an-hour of breathing and counting, Rhihani gave more instructions.

'Clear your minds of everything, all thoughts, or pictures whatever just clear them. And keep up with your breathing.'

'How am I meant to clear my mind? Its not like I've got a brush between my ears, you know!' grumbled Harry.

'Just do it' Ron replied 'it isn't hard. Just do it.'

Within the hour they completed this, so Hermione gave them more instructions (Rhihani was damn near asleep):

'Now see yourselves fitting into something small, it can be anything' she interrupted Harry's question ' so long as its small'

Harry tried to find some inspiration. He found it simply impossible to 'fit' himself into anything, let alone something 'small'. He twisted to look behind himself, looking for anything inspirational, anything at all. All he could see were Hermione's books and her mahogany wardrobe.

Hold on, mahogany. Mahogany is a broomstick wood too. Firebolt's are made out of mahogany.

Damn! Broomsticks aren't exactly small are they?

So the twigs then. The twigs are small. Fit yourself into the tail twigs of your broom.

Harry fell still as he attempted his task. He found it hard to fit himself into any shape but his own. He threw himself at the task, literally.

'Ow! Bloody chest of drawers.'

'Shut it, Harry. People happen to be concentrating here!' Rhihani reprimanded her voice barely a whisper, a great contrast to Harry's cry of pain.

'Sorry'

'Shut it Pothead!' Ron whispered above his concentration. Harry fell silent.

Ron himself had struggled for scant seconds before he found his focus. On the floor was a smoky brown curl that must have fallen on the floor. Through his concentration he realized he was twirling it round his fingers, even as he fit into it with his mind.

' Now picture yourselves going transparent- slowly'

Ron could see himself steadily losing colour, until he was like a blank canvas. He saw the canvas change to cling film colour. Completely changed.

'Open your eyes, Ron.'

'I'm invisible!'

Muahahahahahahahaha oh the cliff-hanger-yness ahaha. You can't stop me! I bet you really hate me now don't you. I haven't updated for a year and now I leave you wondering! Review it please, my excellent readers: D