Chapter3: Training!
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After the little crying session Harry had, he actually felt better. His mind seemed to be clear for the first time in as long as he could remember. He felt as though he had released all of his emotions and was now free of them all, but not so much as to make him cold.

He was walking outside with Amber, who was going to be training that week. He stretched his muscles and crooked his neck, finally satisfied when he heard it crack. The yard they were training was large, about the same size as Hogwarts Quiditch field.

"Okay, Harry," Amber called, knocking him out of his musing, "I'm going to start on the easiest thing to teach you, and that's wandless magic and healing. When you are in battle, if you are a good enough healer and are proficient enough in wandless magic, you could heal yourself if you were to get in juried. Many wizards now really don't look at that fact, and that's why we're going to start with this first."

Harry nodded and watched as Amber sat on the ground Indian style. He followed her example sitting across from her, "There are three steps to healing with wandless magic, and the easiest step has to do with all the elements. Earth to Earth, dust to dust, water to water, air to air," Amber chanted. Almost immediately he felt the power. He watched in awe as a powerful wind swept over where they sat, "I'm doing an chant called Fugey, it was created in Africa for the animals there. When it got extremely hot, this powerful wind, called Fugey, cooled off all of the animals. When you feel the wind, against you skin, some powerful magic happens, it awakens your every fibber and makes you feel comforted and loved."

By now, the emerald-eyed boy had his eyes closed. He loved the feeling of the cool air against his skin, and felt as though he was floating up to heaven. His body wasn't aware that it was being shaken roughly. He didn't register anything that touched his body until, something hard came intact with his face, "W-What the hell," He stuttered, his eyes opening to reveal an chuckling Amber, "Why did you do that?"

Instead of answering the question, her eyes were focus on the ground. Harry turned to the ground in curiosity, and almost fainted in shock. They both were floating, about ten feet above the ground. Trying not to panic, his eyes shot up to look into the ones across from him, "Can we get down?" He whispered, afraid that if he said something out loud it would break his concentration.

The dazed girl nodded, finally turning her attention to him, "Yeah, but can't you feel it, Harry? We can do anything we wish now, the elements will grant us the power to."

Gulping, the Gryffindor, wanted to do nothing but shake her out of this trance, "Yeah I can feel it, my heart just dropped out. So if you don't mind, can we lower ourselves to the ground so I can pick it up." He said sarcastically.

"Not right away, Golden boy," Amber said hurriedly, shocking him, "This is how we train, in the air. I… zoomed off there, sorry about that."

"So," Harry drawled, "Exactly how do we train ourselves in this state?"

"The second step to do is put both of you wrists on your knees. The first healing spell I'm going to teach you is called New-moon. You can only use this spell if it's going to be a different moon then the night before. It's triggered by freshness, and you should probably take a bath before attempting this stunt again," She explained, "Now, put a hand on a scar you have." She commanded.

The raven-haired boy knew he had plenty of scars from fighting with Dudley, so he picked the one that was on his wrist. It was short, red scar, and looked a though it was going to be there forever, "Now, put an hand over it and close your eyes." She ushered, "Good, good. Now, say, 'New-moon'."

Harry followed her directions and was surprised when he felt a warming sensation on his skin. When it stopped, he lifted his hand. He almost choked when he saw the scar wasn't there anymore.

Amber clapped her hands together in delight, "Okay, well, that's all for today. I daresay, you need a bath."

"Whatever," He dismissed before suddenly realizing something, "What was the third step?"

"Taking a bath." Was the response he got before he felt himself being lowered to ground.

Later that day, Harry was, you guessed it, taking a bath. He sank into the bubbly water, loving the sensation it caused.

"Harry, dear, are you okay in there?" A knock on the door startled him, causing him to jump up, splashing water all over the floor.

Harry recognized his grandmothers voice and answered, "Yes, err-grandmother," He said awkwardly, still not used to calling her by that name, "I'm just finishing up, in fact, I'm done now."

The voice chuckled outside of the door, "Okay, Golden boy, do you fancy some beef stew later on?" She asked.

"Yes, that would be wonderful," Harry replied thoughtfully, "Thanks grandmother."

His grandmother chuckled again, and Harry could imagine her dismissing away his thanks, "No problem, hun, it's my pleasure. Besides, you are the guest."

When he heard her footsteps, pounding down the stairs, he jumped out of the bathtub naked. Grabbing his emerald-green towel, he wrapped it around his waist and walked down to his room.

Looking in his closet, he searched his knew wardrobe with interest. Amber had went out and brought him all types of clothes. Grabbing some blue jean shorts, a white t-shirt, and some trousers, he proceeded to get dressed.

When he walked into the kitchen, he could practically see the tension in the room. Amber was sitting down, quietly eating her beef stew, not making eye contact with anything but her bowl. His grandmother was leaning on the counter as support, and she had tears running down her cheeks. Even with her back turned, Harry could see the sparkling tear that glittered in the air for a second before it finally landed on the floor.

"What's wrong?" He asked nervously. When his grandma didn't answer, he walked over to her and put a hesitant hand on her shoulder. He was startled when she shook it off roughly and turned to him with a forced smile.

"It's nothing, Harry dear, just e-eat u-up please." He could hear the eagerness in her voice, and it reminded him of when he didn't want to talk about Sirius. Understanding she would talk when she was ready, he nodded and sat down, suddenly not feeling very hungry. Picking at his soup, he dismissed himself saying he was tired and exited, missing the worried looks Amber and Aunt Hellion shared.

When Harry left, Amber buried her head in her hands, covering her face, "Should we tell him, yet?" She asked her Aunt.

The old lady nodded, "Yes, I don't want to keep this, or anything, from him like Albus did."

"How do you think he'd take it?" Her niece asked fearfully.

Aunt Hellion shook her head angrily, "That was a dumb question, Amber," She replied hastily, "His last father-figure just got kidnapped, Remus could be dead right now."