I own nothing, J K Rowling IS Harry Potter. All my 'ideas' are basically ripped from stuff I enjoy; Harry Potter (duh!), Lord Of The Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, Dragonball, The Matrix, The Lion King, 24, and anything else that even remotely looks far too creative for me to just make up! Don't say I didn't warn you alright!

I'd like to think Harry will tell someone about the prophecy. I personally can't see any reason why he wouldn't choose Remus first; he's smart, Harry trusts him, and let's face it, he's the last link to his parents, save for Peter of course (no, I haven't forgotten about him yet!). So why wouldn't he choose him?

Trent's transformation is explained in this chapter. I do know I've taken the whole transformation from Dragonball. I actually got the idea from someone's author page. They asked if it was just them, or did Harry's hair fly up when he shouted "Expecto Patronum" in the movie. I just took it a bit further and combined it with the most relaxing cartoon I watch.

Chapter 22 – Secrets Of The Room Of Spirit And Time

Harry and Trent left early the next morning. Trent had told Harry that they'd mainly be concentrating on the house elf way of apparating, and also working on his wandless magic.

"Right Harry, apparating the house elf way is rather more complicated than the other methods of apparating. First of all, house elves have a completely different way of doing magic than the rest of us. I'm sure you would have noticed this in Dobby's classes."

Harry nodded.

"Good, that'll save us some time. You see, house elves can sense the wards surrounding their owner's premises, in our case Hogwarts, and are able to manipulate their energy to match in with that of the wards. Once they've done this, they're free to roam anywhere around Hogwarts because they are basically part of the castle. Does that make sense?"

"Sort of, you mean you can change you magical signature. You said you didn't know how to!" Harry started.

"No, I'm saying they can only do it for as long as it takes to apparate, a few seconds at the most. The trick is to be able to sense the wards. There's an ancient spell that can be used to do this, but hardly anyone knows it."

"Why not, it sounds quite useful."

"It's a Dark spell, Harry. In fact, I think it's only written down in one book, and I just happen to be the one in possession of it" Trent grinned.

"The incantation for the spell is 'Perceivio Divisiona'. You only need to cast it once to be able to detect which wards are around you at any time. But I'll warn you. It is extremely painful, and you'll probably be out of it for a couple days while your body gets used to it. That's why it's a Dark Arts spell."

Harry nodded then said "well what are you waiting for, hurry up and cast it on me then."

Trent smiled "actually, Harry, you have to cast it on yourself. Just don't say I didn't warn you, alright?"

"Fine, Perceivio Divisiona. Right, got it. Here goes nothing."

Harry pointed his wand at himself before saying the spell.

A purple glow encompassed Harry's body, before fading. Harry then felt pain beyond anything he'd ever experienced. It was worse than being hit with the Cruciatus curse, worse even than when Voldemort had tried to possess him at the Ministry. It felt like someone was using Harry's body for storing hot knives. He could feel them cutting into his arms, his legs, his eyes, everywhere. Harry screamed in agony for what felt like an eternity before blacking out.

When Harry opened his eyes, he took time before he adjusted to his surroundings. He was lying on a bed with someone standing over him. Harry thought it was Trent but couldn't make him out. He was about to reach for his glasses, when Trent stopped him.

"No Harry, don't move. At least not yet anyway. You need to let your body readjust first."

"But my glasses…" Harry began to croak.

"Are on your face" Trent finished.

"You just need a bit of time to focus. Merlin, you gave me a fright! I was only out for two days when I did it."

"How long have I been out then?" Harry asked, his voice still scratchy.

"About a week, six days to be exact."

"Six days!" Harry said incredulously.

Trent nodded before asking "so, how do you feel? I did tell you it would hurt."

Harry tried to sit up, but immediately regretted it when his body screamed in protest. He slumped back down on the bed and smiled weakly.

"I feel like a herd of Hippogriffs just trampled over me, then turned around and did it again."

"That sounds about right. I did tell you it was painful though" Trent reminded him

"Yes, and you continue to do so! You weren't kidding either."

"It'll wear off after a few hours now that you're awake. I'll go and get something for you to eat when you feel up to it."

Harry nodded slowly, and Trent walked out of the room. About three hours later, Harry was able to see everything clearly, and his body only ached a little. He got up and made his way to where Trent was currently reading a book. Harry briefly wondered what is was, when without looking up, Trent spoke,

"Food's in the kitchen, Harry just help yourself. Yes, this is the book I was telling you about. I'm just rereading it to see if it mentions anything about changing one's magical signature."

Harry sighed "I hate it when you do that."

"Do what?" Trent asked casually.

"You know darn well what I'm talking about! It's not fair that you and Remus can read minds…"

"Nor is it fair that you can speak parseltongue, but I don't complain. Besides, we did try to teach you, but you never got the hang of it. Not everyone can do it Harry. Remus and myself were both fortunate that we do have this ability."

Harry muttered something along the lines of "yes, very fortunate" under his breath while he made his way into the kitchen. He grinned when Trent said "hey, I heard that!"

Their second year of training had begun, with Trent and Harry not exiting when the door became visible. Trent had explained to Harry how that if you miss the time frame to leave, you have to spend another year in it.

Harry was able to apparate effectively, even the house elf way. Trent had told Harry that once he was able to qualify for his exam, that he'd have no problems passing it at all. Incredibly, the book that Trent had told him which housed the spell used, also had information in it about how to sense other people's magical aura. Harry had asked Trent if he could read the book, saying that it was Trent himself who had suggested Harry brush up on Dark Art spells. Trent relented, and Harry proceeded to glean as much out of it as he could.

It wasn't much, but it was a start. Harry hadn't yet checked the remaining books in Sirius' old trunk. But now he had an idea of what to look for, he felt confident of finding exactly what he needed to be able to sense Voldemort's energy accurately.

Trent himself was truly stunned at the progress Harry had made. His fighting techniques had improved immensely, as had his sword handling. Trent had even given Harry a twin set of long swords, for his own use and to practice with. Harry's magical energy had increased to a staggering nineteen million when Harry released everything he had.

In fact, Harry had forced Trent to raise his own levels substantially. He was currently able to peak his power at twenty-eight million. Trent had made sure not to fully transform as Harry still hadn't managed it yet, but Harry insisted on trying to fight him when they were both at full power.

The two of them were taking a well earned break after yet another gruelling sparring session. Trent looked over at Harry and made a decision.

"Harry, I think it's time I told you more about this place."

"What do you mean? You and Remus both told me that it's similar to the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts."

"That's true, but no one knows exactly where this room is located. Except for me of course."

"What do you mean? How'd you come across it anyway?"

"That's what I'm going to tell you. You know I spent several years here before coming back to England right?"

Harry nodded, and Trent carried on,

"What I didn't tell you is that Dumbledore himself was the one who trained me here. He knows about this place, but can't come here anymore."

"Why not?"

"He's used up his quota. You see, each person that visits this place can only do so twenty-five times. Dumbledore knew this and passed on the information to me before he lost the knowledge of this room's existence."

Harry must have looked confused because Trent sighed before explaining,

"You'll know all this in a little while, but basically if he hadn't told me about this place, no one would be able to find it. As soon as your twenty-five years are up in here, you automatically lose all knowledge of this place. But if you pass on the knowledge, you'll still know the room exists, just not where it's located."

"Ok, you've lost me completely now" Harry said.

Trent smiled lightly before answering "don't worry you'll soon know what I mean. My time here is nearly over therefore I need to pass on its secrets. If I don't, then no one will be able to access this room because I'm the only one who knows where it is. I told you that if you spend twenty-five years here and don't tell anyone, you lose all knowledge of this place right."

"Yeah, you did mention that" Harry agreed.

"Ok. Basically, the true knowledge of this place is kind of like an advanced Fidelius charm. Except that once the secret keeper passes on the location, that person also passes on the role of being secret keeper."

"Right, I understand that, but what has that got to do with you telling me this?"

Trent rolled his eyes before answering "Harry, that knowledge must be passed on willingly. No one can force it out of you. I'm telling you this because my time will be finished the next time we walk out the door. I've chosen you to pass this knowledge onto."

"Oh" was all Harry could say.

Trent put his head in his hands "are you normally this clueless, Harry? You have less of your mother in you than I thought" he teased.

"Alright, alright, knock it off. So you're going to pass on all the secrets of this place to me. Fine I understand that. But why me and not Remus?"

"Because I think you'll be better able to make use of it than he will. Don't get me wrong, Remus is a great guy, but this is my choice, and I've made it. You can still bring Remus here and practice with him, or anyone else for that matter. Well, except for me and Albus."

"But how will I remember all the stuff about this place. What if I forget something?"

"You won't. Once the knowledge is passed to you, it becomes second nature. You'll be able to recall anything about it just as easily as you can walk and talk."

With that, Trent moved over to where Harry was sitting, and gave him a folded piece of parchment.

"Once you read that, it'll vanish and the process will be complete."

Harry took the parchment, and watched as Trent walked slowly back towards his room. Harry opened the parchment and stared at the words Trent had written on it.

The Room of Spirit and Time is located at the Lookout.

As soon as Harry had finished reading it, the parchment caught fire and seconds later, only a very fine ash was all that remained. Instantly, Harry's brain was flooded with new knowledge about the room. He knew exactly how to locate and access it, how to prepare it for training, and numerous other things.

Harry was surprised with the limits the room possessed. Trent and Remus had told him how it was like the Room of Requirement, but that was only the beginning. The room didn't instantly turn into anything you wanted it to, like the one at Hogwarts. You had to know exactly what you wanted from it, every detail, no matter how insignificant it seemed.

Harry was slightly confused as he'd remembered Trent turning the room into a racing track, but then remembered that Trent had a magazine with him. The magazine must have shown the full details of the track, so Trent was able to call on the room to morph into it.

That was what Trent and Remus had meant when they told Harry how they had to prepare the room for his training. It was able to contain any books you required though, like the Room of Requirement. But it could only do that if you knew exactly what subject you wanted to study.

It also differed in the complexity of it. Unlike the Room of Requirement, only one person truly knows of the room's location. No one can enter it without that person being there. Harry also knew that wherever you decided to come to the room from, that was the place you return to once you walk out of it.

Harry looked back and saw that Trent had stopped walking and was facing Harry.

"Thank you, Harry, for everything. You truly are a remarkable wizard."

Then he walked away again and shut his door, leaving a somewhat overwhelmed Harry in his wake.

Harry had managed to grasp the concept of wandless magic now. It felt so different to anything Harry had done before. He had to imagine the wand movements in his mind, and direct his energy into what spell he wanted to recreate. It had taken Harry a long time to manage this, but Trent said it had taken him far longer.

He couldn't quite channel his power into any strong spells, but he was able to do some first year spells, like levitation. Trent had told Harry that Dobby should be able to help Harry with that, now that he had gotten the hang of how to concentrate properly.

Harry and Trent had just finished another duel, with Trent winning as Harry still insisted on fighting Trent when both were at full power. They were sitting around with all their gear waiting for the door to appear so they could go back to the Burrow. Trent was telling Harry about all the things he could remember Dumbledore teaching him in this room, and how sad he was to be leaving it for good.

Harry had told him that at least he'd be able to remember his time here, and if he'd not passed the secrets onto Harry, he wouldn't even have his memories. Trent agreed, but said that it still pained him to leave. Harry then voiced a question he'd been thinking over for quite some time.

"Why can't I transform like you yet? You say I've got enough power, so why is my glow still yellow and not gold?"

"Well Harry, to complete the transformation, you need two things. The first is to have enough power and physical strength for your body to cope with it. Both you and Remus have enough power to handle the transformation. However, you need something else to happen. Something to trigger it off."

Harry waited for Trent to continue, but found he didn't elaborate.

"What's the trigger then?"

Trent sighed before answering Harry's question.

"It's different for everyone. Mine was when those Death Eaters snapped my wand in front of me twenty years ago. But that only triggered my first transformation, my glow was only white."

"Like what I did when I got to Grimmauld Place?"

Trent nodded and picked up where he left off.

"Yeah. Great anger or frustration, usually both actually, causes that first transformation. After that, it gets a little more complicated. Something momentous has to happen for you to fully transform. I was actually being taught by Dumbledore in here when it happened for me. Albus was telling me I had to experience enormous rage to trigger the final transformation. He was trying to help me by getting me to imagine all these horrible situations."

"So which one worked then?" Harry asked a little apprehensively

Trent shrugged, "in the end, it was quite simple. He just told me to think about what I would feel if Voldemort hunted down all my friends, and killed them in front of my own eyes. I…it's hard to explain, Harry. I just lost it. I felt something slipping in my mind. It was like a dam had burst. I remember being flooded by energy. It was incredible."

"Can Dumbledore do it too? Why won't something like that work on me?"

Trent sighed, "no, Albus hasn't got enough physical strength to handle the transformation anymore. As for you, I don't know. We've tried though. Both me and Remus have teased and taunted you, but you must need something more. Remus can't do it either, so don't get too down on yourself. You're still the second most powerful wizard in the world after all."

Harry smiled, and then noticed that the door had appeared. Trent saw this too because he got up, and motioned for Harry to follow him. Trent took one last look around the Spirit Room he'd come to think as home, before disappearing from it for the final time.