Chapter 21
Training
AN:
ITS STILL SUNDAY!
Grant it, kind of late on Sunday...
But I lost half of the chapter and had to type the whole darned thing up.
I don't own Harry Potter.
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"You have to go back to those classes with that bastard?" Ron asked disbelievingly. "Wasn't last year enough torture with him? Why couldn't someone else teach you instead?"
"Because some celestial being hates my guts," Harry said sullenly. "I can deal with Voldemort's annual attempts on my life… but at least he doesn't torture me nonstop during the school year and then invade my privacy on top of that. No… all he does is try to kill me. He doesn't take delight in torturing me every friggin potions class."
"Its for the best Harry," Hermione said to her best friend. "You need to learn how to guard your mind from Voldemort… especially with what happened last time. We were lucky, but I wouldn't want to put it up luck the next time. I'd prefer if there were no next time at all."
"Yes well… Snape doesn't believe me about the last time," Harry said darkly, stabbing his chicken with his fork.
"WHAT? How can he not believe you? That fucking bastard! That…" Ron trailed off after catching the glare that Hermione had sent his way. However Hermione did not say a word and bit her lip and diverted her eyes while Ron finished his dinner.
"Come on Ron, we have patrol duty, and we need to check in," Hermione said standing up after Ron's second helping of desert.
"Ah… why did you have to remind me?" Ron whined. "I could have pretended I forgot about it! Besides, where do they get off giving us double duty for the next couple weeks? Its not fair!"
"It wasn't fair that we neglected our prefect duties while we were in the hospital wing," Hermione reminded him. "Anyway you'd have to make it up another day."
"Besides," Harry said quietly. "Who would have believed Hermione wouldn't have reminded you?"
"Still," Ron grumbled standing up to go with Hermione. "I wouldn't have gone today…"
They walked out of the Great Hall, Ron still complaining and Hermione putting up with it with a patience cultivated over the past five years. Harry ate a cherry tomato from his salad and looked around the Gryffindor trying to find Neville, and found him talking to Dean Thomas.
Harry got up from the table and walked slowly to the Room of Requirement and carefully visualized what he wanted the room to look like so that he wouldn't have to move things around once in the room. He entered it and was pleased to find that the room took up the details precisely… even the Wack-a-Mole game he wanted in the corner. He wandered over to the cushions against the wall and lay down, waiting for Neville to show up.
He soon was back in the department of mysteries. He was standing on the stairs looking down on the scene before Sirius had fell through the veil. Harry started to run towards Sirius thinking he could save him this time, maybe this time he could save his godfather. But the stairs kept multiplying and he could not run down the stairs fast enough to make any distance.
Finally Bellatrix shot the curse at Sirius that caused him to fall towards the veil. Everything froze when Sirius was half way at the veil.
Sirius looked at Harry and asked, "Why didn't you save me? You came here to save me and all you did was kill me. You're no better than Voldemort… you killed your family."
"I didn't mean to kill you! I can't be like Voldemort! I'm not like Voldemort!" Harry cried still tyring ot get to Sirius. "Don't go! Please! I can still save you!"
Sirius's body suddenly shifted to Cedric's who asked angrily, "How can you save him if you couldn't save me? You killed him the same way you killed me! You can't save people you kill! If you wanted to save them you wouldn't kill them first!"
"I didn't try to," Harry cried.
"But you did," said James who had taken Cedric's place falling through to the world of death. "You killed more people in sixteen years of life than some killers who were put to death."
The figure changed into Lily who said simply, "I regret bringing you into this world, Harry."
The figure changed back into Sirius who said, "Harry," and fell through the veil.
Voices came through the veil chanting, "Harry, Harry, Harry."
Suddenly Harry sat up on the cushions panting heavily with Neville looking at him with concern.
"Are you alright Harry?" Neville asked. "You were whimpering in your sleep."
"Sorry Neville," Harry said forcing a smile. "I was just kind of tired. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
"We don't have to do this if you're tired," Neville said.
"no, I'll train you, I said I would," Harry said standing up. "Besides, I had a nap just now."
"All right, if you really want to," Neville said.
Harry stifled a yawn and said, "First things first, hand over your wand."
"Why?" Neville asked handing it over.
"Because that way I'm sure you won't use magic to help," Harry said.
"How am I supposed to learn Defense if you have my wand?" Neville asked.
"By first improving your hand-eye coordination," Harry replied. He pointed to the other end of the room. "I made an obstacle course for you. Once you get through it in two minutes or three times then we can see how much your aim has improved. Knowing curses won't do you any good if you can't hit your enemy."
"Oh…" Neville said. "That makes sense." He looked at the obstacle course and then back at Harry, confused. "What do I have to do?"
"You have to run through the tires to get to those books on the table. You place two books on your head and walk across the room to the table there," Harry said pointing as he went. "If the books fall off your head you go back to the table and get two more books to put on your head. Once you get across the room you play that game aside it called 'Wack-a-Mole' you hit five moles in a row and then you throw two darts onto the moving target. Once the second dart hits the target, a bell will ring telling me you're done."
"And you want me to do that in less than two minutes?" Neville asked disbelievingly.
"Or three times," Harry corrected. "I have a stop watch so I'll be able to time you."
"Okay," Neville said and turned to the course. He then turned back and asked, "How do I hit the mole?"
"Oh… with the big rubber mallet beside the game," Harry said. He picked up the stop watch from the table beside the cushions he took his nap on and said, "Go!" and started the timer.
After the first time Neville went through the course it became painfully clear to Harry that it would take some time for Neville to get through the course in less than two minutes. Neville had managed to get through the course in just under ten minutes. First he kept falling in the tire lane and then books kept falling off of his head. He also had great trouble with the 'Walk-A-Mole' and the darts areas.
"Okay," Harry said. "Try it once more and then we'll go over what we're doing in class."
"All right," Neville said nodding and went to try the course again.
After Neville got through the course the second time they went to their Defense homework and Harry gave Neville back his wand. Neville started to pack his stuff up to leave after they had finished their homework and asked, "You were having a nightmare about last year weren't you?"
Harry was silent for a moment and then said, "Yeah…"
"I'm sorry about your Godfather. I hate Lestrange," Neville said passionately. "I hate anyone who does an unforgivable curse on another human being. The damned Curcatius took away my parents and did the same to a whole lot of other people. I hope everyone who does that curse goes to Azkaban."
Neville then calmed down a bit and said, "I have to go. I told someone I'd meet them right around now. See ya."
"Bye," Harry said in a daze. He just realized that he deserved Neville's hate. He cast the Crucatius curse on Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Merlin," Harry whispered when he was alone in the room. "All I cause is death and pain. That's all I'm good for…"
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AN:
Okay, I'll update every Sunday.
And remember... greater than 10 reviews, no cliffie
less than 10 reviews, cliffie.
That's not a cliffie is it?
Training
AN:
ITS STILL SUNDAY!
Grant it, kind of late on Sunday...
But I lost half of the chapter and had to type the whole darned thing up.
I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter now:
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V
"You have to go back to those classes with that bastard?" Ron asked disbelievingly. "Wasn't last year enough torture with him? Why couldn't someone else teach you instead?"
"Because some celestial being hates my guts," Harry said sullenly. "I can deal with Voldemort's annual attempts on my life… but at least he doesn't torture me nonstop during the school year and then invade my privacy on top of that. No… all he does is try to kill me. He doesn't take delight in torturing me every friggin potions class."
"Its for the best Harry," Hermione said to her best friend. "You need to learn how to guard your mind from Voldemort… especially with what happened last time. We were lucky, but I wouldn't want to put it up luck the next time. I'd prefer if there were no next time at all."
"Yes well… Snape doesn't believe me about the last time," Harry said darkly, stabbing his chicken with his fork.
"WHAT? How can he not believe you? That fucking bastard! That…" Ron trailed off after catching the glare that Hermione had sent his way. However Hermione did not say a word and bit her lip and diverted her eyes while Ron finished his dinner.
"Come on Ron, we have patrol duty, and we need to check in," Hermione said standing up after Ron's second helping of desert.
"Ah… why did you have to remind me?" Ron whined. "I could have pretended I forgot about it! Besides, where do they get off giving us double duty for the next couple weeks? Its not fair!"
"It wasn't fair that we neglected our prefect duties while we were in the hospital wing," Hermione reminded him. "Anyway you'd have to make it up another day."
"Besides," Harry said quietly. "Who would have believed Hermione wouldn't have reminded you?"
"Still," Ron grumbled standing up to go with Hermione. "I wouldn't have gone today…"
They walked out of the Great Hall, Ron still complaining and Hermione putting up with it with a patience cultivated over the past five years. Harry ate a cherry tomato from his salad and looked around the Gryffindor trying to find Neville, and found him talking to Dean Thomas.
Harry got up from the table and walked slowly to the Room of Requirement and carefully visualized what he wanted the room to look like so that he wouldn't have to move things around once in the room. He entered it and was pleased to find that the room took up the details precisely… even the Wack-a-Mole game he wanted in the corner. He wandered over to the cushions against the wall and lay down, waiting for Neville to show up.
He soon was back in the department of mysteries. He was standing on the stairs looking down on the scene before Sirius had fell through the veil. Harry started to run towards Sirius thinking he could save him this time, maybe this time he could save his godfather. But the stairs kept multiplying and he could not run down the stairs fast enough to make any distance.
Finally Bellatrix shot the curse at Sirius that caused him to fall towards the veil. Everything froze when Sirius was half way at the veil.
Sirius looked at Harry and asked, "Why didn't you save me? You came here to save me and all you did was kill me. You're no better than Voldemort… you killed your family."
"I didn't mean to kill you! I can't be like Voldemort! I'm not like Voldemort!" Harry cried still tyring ot get to Sirius. "Don't go! Please! I can still save you!"
Sirius's body suddenly shifted to Cedric's who asked angrily, "How can you save him if you couldn't save me? You killed him the same way you killed me! You can't save people you kill! If you wanted to save them you wouldn't kill them first!"
"I didn't try to," Harry cried.
"But you did," said James who had taken Cedric's place falling through to the world of death. "You killed more people in sixteen years of life than some killers who were put to death."
The figure changed into Lily who said simply, "I regret bringing you into this world, Harry."
The figure changed back into Sirius who said, "Harry," and fell through the veil.
Voices came through the veil chanting, "Harry, Harry, Harry."
Suddenly Harry sat up on the cushions panting heavily with Neville looking at him with concern.
"Are you alright Harry?" Neville asked. "You were whimpering in your sleep."
"Sorry Neville," Harry said forcing a smile. "I was just kind of tired. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
"We don't have to do this if you're tired," Neville said.
"no, I'll train you, I said I would," Harry said standing up. "Besides, I had a nap just now."
"All right, if you really want to," Neville said.
Harry stifled a yawn and said, "First things first, hand over your wand."
"Why?" Neville asked handing it over.
"Because that way I'm sure you won't use magic to help," Harry said.
"How am I supposed to learn Defense if you have my wand?" Neville asked.
"By first improving your hand-eye coordination," Harry replied. He pointed to the other end of the room. "I made an obstacle course for you. Once you get through it in two minutes or three times then we can see how much your aim has improved. Knowing curses won't do you any good if you can't hit your enemy."
"Oh…" Neville said. "That makes sense." He looked at the obstacle course and then back at Harry, confused. "What do I have to do?"
"You have to run through the tires to get to those books on the table. You place two books on your head and walk across the room to the table there," Harry said pointing as he went. "If the books fall off your head you go back to the table and get two more books to put on your head. Once you get across the room you play that game aside it called 'Wack-a-Mole' you hit five moles in a row and then you throw two darts onto the moving target. Once the second dart hits the target, a bell will ring telling me you're done."
"And you want me to do that in less than two minutes?" Neville asked disbelievingly.
"Or three times," Harry corrected. "I have a stop watch so I'll be able to time you."
"Okay," Neville said and turned to the course. He then turned back and asked, "How do I hit the mole?"
"Oh… with the big rubber mallet beside the game," Harry said. He picked up the stop watch from the table beside the cushions he took his nap on and said, "Go!" and started the timer.
After the first time Neville went through the course it became painfully clear to Harry that it would take some time for Neville to get through the course in less than two minutes. Neville had managed to get through the course in just under ten minutes. First he kept falling in the tire lane and then books kept falling off of his head. He also had great trouble with the 'Walk-A-Mole' and the darts areas.
"Okay," Harry said. "Try it once more and then we'll go over what we're doing in class."
"All right," Neville said nodding and went to try the course again.
After Neville got through the course the second time they went to their Defense homework and Harry gave Neville back his wand. Neville started to pack his stuff up to leave after they had finished their homework and asked, "You were having a nightmare about last year weren't you?"
Harry was silent for a moment and then said, "Yeah…"
"I'm sorry about your Godfather. I hate Lestrange," Neville said passionately. "I hate anyone who does an unforgivable curse on another human being. The damned Curcatius took away my parents and did the same to a whole lot of other people. I hope everyone who does that curse goes to Azkaban."
Neville then calmed down a bit and said, "I have to go. I told someone I'd meet them right around now. See ya."
"Bye," Harry said in a daze. He just realized that he deserved Neville's hate. He cast the Crucatius curse on Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Merlin," Harry whispered when he was alone in the room. "All I cause is death and pain. That's all I'm good for…"
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AN:
Okay, I'll update every Sunday.
And remember... greater than 10 reviews, no cliffie
less than 10 reviews, cliffie.
That's not a cliffie is it?