Cap Nº 4: Two Months, Ten Days.

That afternoon Harry, James and Lily had the best of their days riding all special Brooms that they had in the castle which were even better than the Firebolt. They played "handball on brooms" with the Quaffle. And then father and son played a seeker competition. Surprising his parents greatly, Harry won the game with unbelievable advantage.

The following day Harry started his training. He had had another nightmare, but it had been just another of Riddle's "fun" sessions torturing a Muggle.

That morning, at seven o'clock after breakfast, he started his non-magical fighting training, they started with unarmed fighting, martial arts that lasted, as all other lessons, three hours. After a half hour rest he started, with his mother, his magic studies. They began with a review of his first year at Hogwarts.

During lunch, Harry did nothing but eat and insist to his father that he hurry up so that they could start the Occlumency lesson. All his father did was to snicker amusedly at his restless son. After the half an hour break that was lunch, his father took him to an empty room in the fourth floor.

'Now, how Snape taught you was just a way of pleasing his sadistic ways,' started his father smirking at him. 'Now, I'll go in your mind but I won't seek for anything. What I want you to do is to close your eyes and imagine that you are in your mind. Just that. No physical form, that comes alone when you get to know it,' Harry obeyed each of his fathers instructions while breathing slowly and steadily. 'Good,' he heard his father say a little distant. 'That is it. Relax, don't concentrate in anything. Just let yourself be itself alone. It's you in your world,' as his father spoke, the words seemed every second a bit more distant that before. Suddenly he felt his mind been taken to somewhere he didn't know but knew at the same time. It was a strange chamber, and as he looked around he noticed it was really a maze. To the right of the corridor where he was, the place was very well illuminated and had a very comfortable atmosphere. On the contrary, to his left the place turned so dark he could barely see ten feet away. A moment later his father appeared soundlessly next to him.

'Hi Harry,' said his father smirking. The words made Harry's head ache and he felt his mind being invaded. 'I'm surprised at how little time it took you,' commented his father, casually. 'Amazingl, just forty five minutes. You seem to have a bit of a gift, but your mum did too. Now, try to push me away from here. I won't oppose too much resistance.

Harry head was aching terribly by now. The strange presence that was his father in his mind was terribly disturbing and he really thought it would be easy to throw his father away considering it was precisely what he wanted. Annoying him to no end, his father continue talking about trivial and careless matters. Harry started concentrating, shutting off his father's voice. Then he started forcing his father out. Concentrating hard he imagine a kind of force pushing is father out from his mind. Unconsciously he took this force as wind. With strong draughts he forced his father out till he felt his father left in his own accord.

'Very well done, son,' said his father cheerfully as Harry fell to his knees, his pounding temples increasing his headache, and completely exhaust. 'You pushed me half the way out before we ran out of time. Now you have a half hour rest and then we start with your elven training. I'll tell you, thas and Shadowmency are the most difficult. This' because they have nothing to do with wizard magic.

Harry had his well earned half an hour rest and then his father lead him out to the grounds of the castle. They went out and into the forest that surrounded the castle. The walked for fifteen minutes more or less until they reached a clearing. Against his times in the Forbidden Forest, here he felt secure and protected. Maybe the fact that he was with his father helped and also the fact that he was in elven territory. But he somehow knew it wasn't that. He felt he belonged to the forest. He felt that he finally was at home. The smile he had been wearing all the day widened as the feeling of freedom and belonging grew within him. As they reached the center clearing his father turned around to look at him and his smile also widened as he watched his son founding his real self.

'It's nice, isn't it?' asked James to his son looking at some trees distractedly, though he continued before any answer, 'the feeling that the forest gives.'

'It's to be at home,' answered Harry, finally. 'I've never feel this good.'

'Well, Harry. You surprise me again. I didn't expected you to be so close to your elf as you are. But we have to get started, and we have all in all half an hour less because of the trip here and back. Look, I told you that elven magic is mostly healing. Well, it's mostly. There's a part of their magic unique among magic folks. It isn't really that most of their magic is for healing, but that that I the mostly known one. The other is called War Magic. It's a special kind of magic thatrisesby itselfwhen fighting. This is something similar to adrenaline, but instead of preparing you for danger, it floods you body with this magic and prepares you for long and draining battle. This kind of magic also fills your weapon, giving it unique power that only an elf can have. We'll start with a little fight with swords. Here, in the woods, your elven part will rise easier than anywhere else, so I think you may receive help from it. Also you may have inherit, from your grandfather that natural skill with the sword,' he ended a little less cheerfully.

So that they did. His father conjured a pair of swords, one a little smaller than the other, and they started fighting. Against his second year with Gryffindor's sword, he felt strangely comfortable with this sword. He felt as his hand grabbed he weapon in a perfect way and as a strange power rose within him and flooded his body, exactly as his father had described it. They fought for the whole two hours and a half that they had till James called an end and Harry fell flat on his back exhausted.

'Very, very well done Harry!' exclaimed his father. 'You really seem to be a natural, so this and non magic skills will go really faster. You did brilliant, son,' he ended offering a hand to him so he could stand, and whenthe teemrose, he was hugged by his overjoyed father.

This continued for a whole two months in which his father decided that it was a good idea to attack him at night for heightening his senses. He really didn't think it was a bad idea but he didn't like the idea of been soaked with ice cold water at midnight.

Through this two months he had developed a very well formed and strong body. Having a vial of Nutritional Potion per week had helped greatly and it wasn't terribly against human nature. All the training he went through had built his body in a tough way. And he liked it. Learning the hard way was great in his opinion, as he learned first handed and not through books or others' words.

He had learned how to use the long and short sword and the bow and arrows. Now he was learning, or was going to learn how to use the spear, daggers, throwing daggers, shurikens (throwing stars) Katana - Wakizashi (Japanese long and short swords) the axe, the chain, (throwing) knives, Kun Fu, Karate, and so on. Being an elf, his fighting skills were incredible and being a Shadowmancer also helped in being a light fighter. His elven training was going great as did his Shadowmency. He had been also learning the scouting arts and how to nearly LIVE on the trees. He had almost mastered Occlumency and was now for Legilimency. But best of all he had learned how to apparate silently, wandless magic and how to ride a unicorn.

Two days before the two months had passed, he was at lunch with his parents listening to one of the Marauders' pranks as his mother glared disapprovingly at her husband, when he started thinking seriously about Remus.

'Dad,' he interrupted James with a serious tone. 'I really think I should go and see Remus.

'Why is it, dear?' asked his mother with a questioning expression.

'Well, I saw he had been terribly affected by Sirius' death, next to yours. I seriously doubt that he could also go through his best friends' son-godson's disappearance.'

'Maybe,' said his father, suddenly also serious. 'You're right. I wouldn't be able to cope with it either. If you go at least we will give him some trust and reassurance. But you have to come back. You know you have four hours, and it can't be a second later if you want it to work.'

'I know, Dad,' he said dutifully. 'Don't worry, at least not about me. You know how lethal depression is. This may have only been ten days, but death takes…' he left the sentence uncompleted as he sighed heavily.

'Don't worry. Tomorrow at midnight is the Time of Coincidence,' said Lily reassuringly. 'Just be silence and careful.'

'Can he come?' he suddenly asked after a brief silence. 'I don't mean tomorrow's night, but maybe I can go a second time, explain more deeply and could bring him here. I… Well, I really miss him, so… We could leave a letter saying I'm OK, that Remus' coming with me, and something to my friends.

'Yeah, a Personal Letter will do,' said his father telling he didn't objected.

'A what?' asked Harry confused.

'Oh, a Personal Letter,' repeated his mother and the she started explaining what it was.