Author's Note: Thank you to all the people who gave good reviews. As for others, I appreciate your reviews, but try to make them a little better thought out instead of saying, "Want more" Well, anyway, read and review. Ferretfriend

I especially want to thank a few of the better reviewers.

To Heather( ), the Galator will play a larger roll later in the story. School will be very interesting.

To David 305, you raised some very valid points. Here are a few answers. Let's assume the Black Manor is close to the France/Sweden border. Will be important later in chapter. As to the Knight Bus, true, Ernie and Stan wouldn't know where to go. My idea is that the bus itself has knowledge of all these things, and helps the driver out a little when required. Third, I guess I forgot to mention this, but the cages have a life support spell. It conjures the needed food. Don't forget, a lot of animals like Hohn and Godric have been there even longer. Thanks for your advice on the run-on paragraph. I'll try to break it up a little more.

To HeWhoComesWithTheDawn, I admit, it will be difficult to deal with the friend situation, but I have an idea. Won't say anymore here.

Well, on with the show!

Harry Potter awoke from his slumber, wondering what he was going to do today. There was still so much to do, he just needed to decide what on the order. As he was walking downstairs to the kitchen, Hohn, his phoenix landed on his shoulder. "Hello Hohn. Did you sleep well?" Hohn gave a little chirp. Yes, I did. It's much better in the training room than in that awful cage. Harry laughed. "I'm glad you like the change. By the way, have you seen Hedwig?" The phoenix gave a concerned note. No, I haven't. I think she's in the basement. Harry changed direction slightly. "Well, let's go find her. I'm sure she's hungry.

They made their way down to the basement, and walked through the door. They wandered through the cages, looking for Hedwig. When they turned a corner, a grisly sight met their eyes. There was Hedwig, but she was being suffocated by… But… it couldn't be… They didn't live in places like this. How did it get here?

It was a lethifold. Looking much like a billowing black cape, it had covered Hedwig's mouth and was suffocating her. Harry gave a roar of anger and whipped his wand out. He tried a stunning spell. Nothing happened. He tried a disarming charm. This made the lethifold drop Hedwig, who didn't move. Harry saw his owl lying there, not moving, and his hatred began to swell to the surface. He kept it in check, but it was difficult. He wondered how to contain it. He knew the Patronus Charm would drive it away, but he wanted it contained or destroyed. Before he had decided what to do, Hohn had shot at it like an arrow. The phoenix's beak plunged into the creature, which began to bleed. Harry was worried. Would the phoenix prevail? He didn't dare use magic, afraid he might hit Hohn, but instead focused his thoughts on his feelings when he had read his O.W.L.s, and yelled, "EXPECTO PATRUM!" A giant white stag shot out of his wand, charging toward the lethifold. Caught unawares, the lethifold was defenseless. It was thrown against the wall, and was dazed for a few seconds. That was all Hohn needed. Finding the heart, Hohn drove his curved beak into it. The lethifold shuddered, and fell still. The black cape dissolved, leaving nothing.

Harry walked over to the limp form of Hedwig. She wasn't moving, and Harry didn't need to check the pulse. She was dead. Harry felt a sob escape his throat. She was gone. Hohn landed on his shoulder and sang a mournful dirge. Harry bent forward, picking up Hedwig. He carried her upstairs to the front yard, and lay her down. Transfiguring large rock, he turned it into a small coffin. He placed his owl in the coffin and closed the lid. He buried the coffin there, and transfigured another rock into a marble statue of Hedwig. He placed this on a marble pillar that had a marvelous plaque on it. The statue was mostly white marble, but the plaque was black. The white words upon it said In Honor Of The Brave Owl, Hedwig, Who Died on July 9, 2004. She Will Live On In The Hearts Of Those Who Knew Her. Harry gazed at the statue for about a minute, before tearing away. He walked back inside and went down to the basement. There he searched for the place where the lethifold had stayed. He saw a climate-controlled cage, and glanced inside of it. It was that of a tropical beach. He glanced at one of the trees and saw another lethifold. The escaped lethifold must have live here. But how did it escape? Harry looked around, and saw that the side of the cage had a hole in the magical barrier. The typical magic cage had iron bars, with magical barriers in between them. He sealed the hole back up, and reinforced the barrier. With that, he turned to leave. Lethifolds sometimes gave valuable potions materials, so he would keep them alive. He suspected that was their original purpose anyway.

He went back upstairs, where he found Hohn telling Godric, the news. The griffin gave an unhappy cry. Harry looked around the kitchen and saw Silver, the magical white tiger looking equally sad. He sighed and toyed with his food. Harry sat down and said to the all in general, "Friends, I'm dreadfully sorry that this has happened. We all miss Hedwig, but in a way, she's not really gone. My parents are dead, but I can still feel them with me. Hedwig will continue to live in our hearts, but wouldn't want us to mourn like this. She would want us to keep on living life, making most out of the time we've got, as Hedwig did before she was killed. Life goes on. Death is a natural part of living. I think Hohn can vouch." He turned to the phoenix. Hohn gave a song, lifting the spirits of everyone dramatically. Harry's right. I've died and been reborn before, and it is very natural. Suffocating is not the worst way to die. Hedwig died in relatively easy way. She didn't suffer, and is happier now than she ever had been. He gave another burst of song, and everyone was considerably happier. They all ate their breakfast, discussing what they would do today. Harry decided he would make some of the potions in the book he had read. He walked down to the potion laboratory and pulled out his book. Opening it up, he read about veritiserum. It normally took about a month to brew, but this book showed an alternate recipe that would only take a day. Harry decided he could use some stores of veritiserum.

He filled the two huge cauldrons he had found there with water. He walked over to his ingredient shelf and took down what he would need. This potion needed some very rare ingredients. He took out the ingredients he had, but he was stilling missing one.

"Hohn! Hohn, could you come down here?" he shouted upstairs. He was rewarded with the phoenix soaring down the steps. What is it? Harry grinned and said, "Do you think I could have a couple of feathers? I'm making a potion, and it requires phoenix feathers. Hohn nodded and took off. As he flew away, two feathers drifted down on top of Harry's book. He cut them up into the right sizes and put them into the cauldron along with the other ingredients. It was complicated, and had to be stirred a certain way, or it would kill off the person you were trying to interrogate. After about an hour of precise stirring and heat adjustment, he reached the simmer phase. The potion would now have to simmer for eight hours and seventeen minutes. He sat down in a large armchair and summoned one of his other books. This one was Transfiguration: The Works. He flipped it open and began to read on more advanced transfiguration. He learned to transfigure things like other humans. He tried to transfigure the chair into a lion, but only made a kitten. He worked on transfiguring the chair into different animals until he had it down cold. He moved on by transfiguring the chair into a human, and then transfigured it again so he could practice human transfiguration.

He was just getting into the chapter involving the transfiguration of air, or conjuring, when his stomach growled loudly at him. He raised his wand and said, "Accio sandwich!" A sandwich zoomed down from the kitchen, followed by an angry Hohn. He clicked his beak at Harry, snatching the sandwich. He put it in his beak, and flew away, tail feathers held high. He looked quite ridiculous, with a drooping sandwich in his beak. Harry just summoned a different sandwich, and ate while he read more on conjuring.

Harry had finished the chapter on conjuring, but decided the wait until later to try it out. He searched around for something to do while the potion simmered. It still had another four hours to go. Harry's eye fell onto another cauldron in the corner, and he decided to try his hand at making new potions.

He set up the cauldron a good fifteen feet away from his simmering veritiserum. If the cauldron exploded, he would need to protect the potion. He filled it with some water, starting another magical fire underneath. It burst to life, leaping up around bottom of the cauldron. He took out his potion ingredients, trying to decide what the purpose of this potion would be. He spotted a cluster of vials. They held some sort of blood in them, and were each labeled with a small tab that read Re'em blood. Gives drinker immense strength.

Harry pondered this. The re'em's blood gave the drinker intense strength, true, but the effects were only temporary. If he could find some way to make the effects permanent, he would be able to overcome many obstacles. He took a vial of the blood and put it in his pile of ingredients. There were several powerful ingredients. The re'em blood would obviously give the strength. He had powered unicorn horn to keep the potion's effect alive. He had a few other ingredients, but Harry felt these were the most crucial. With that, Harry began to make the potion.

As he measured out some powered unicorn horn, Harry looked down. His previous potion had worked spectacularly. He had grown huge muscles, and was now six two. He was strong, yes, but not strong enough. He would need to be perfect if he wanted to defeat Voldemort. He tipped the unicorn horn in, and watched the result. The potion bubbled furiously, and began to hiss. He added some boomslang skin, and the whole lot blew up in his face. Harry coughed, waiting for the smoke to clear. Okay, no boomslang skin. Better try again.

Harry tried different mixes of ingredients, most with the same result: singed eyebrows. After about seven tries, the potion finally didn't explode. Interesting combination. Re'em blood, unicorn horn, and phoenix feather. Who would have thought of that? The potion was now a golden color, and smelled oddly pleasant. Harry supposed the phoenix feather gave it a better taste. He scooped some up in a goblet, and took a sip. Instantly, he felt a warmth spreading through his body, and saw his skin expand slightly. He flexed, and was amazed at the result. He was ripped! His muscles had all grown even larger, and he had a nice six-pack. Oh boy, chick magnet. He was happy he was strong, but groaned at the unwanted attention he'd be getting from the girls at Hogwarts.

He checked on his veritiserum, and found that it was almost done. He picked up his transfiguration book and began to study more on conjuring. Picking up his wand, he tried it out. He started small, trying to conjure things like needles and feathers. After that, he moved onto books and small cauldrons. It was pretty easy so far, so Harry went further still. He concentrated and conjured up a chair. It was a little wobbly, but it would work. Working on perfecting his chair, he tried over and over until he had produced a comfortable armchair. Transfiguring it back into air, he moved on. By the time his veritiserum was ready, Harry had successfully conjured a giant fountain. He quickly vanished it and hurried over to his potion. Taking it off the heat, he bottled some.

He labeled it, and began to go upstairs. Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was 9:00. He was tired, but wanted to eat before he went to bed. He walked up to the kitchen and ate the roasted chicken it supplied him with. He went back upstairs and got into bed. He lay down and tried to go to sleep, but he kept tossing and turning. He tried for about an hour before getting back up, abandoning the thought of sleep soon. He decided a nice flight would help. He retrieved his broom and went outside. He mounted his broom and kicked off, flying around. There was a full moon, and Harry could see for the most part. It was still dark, though.

After about thirty minutes of flying, Harry turned to go back, nut a sudden light caught his eye. It was a brilliant blue light, but he didn't see where it had come from. Harry hovered there for another minute before he saw it again. This time, he recognized it as a flame just as a roar sounded.

Dragons. Harry flew a little closer, not wanting to make his presence known. He heard another roar, but it didn't sound like the typical dragon's call. It sounded…afraid. Harry poked his head over the ridge of the mountain, and gasped at the sight.

It was indeed a dragon, a Swedish Short Snout. It was a beautiful silvery blue, and had large golden eyes. Harry looked around at the scene. Again his rage began to rise. Death Eaters. The servants of Voldemort were attacking this magnificent animal. He looked behind the dragon, wondering why it had flown away, and saw a small dragon. It couldn't have been more than six months old. It too was a silvery blue, with equally golden eyes. Harry calmed his anger slightly, and prepared himself. It wasn't the smart thing to do, but it was the right choice.

Taking out his wand, he jumped off his broomstick. A death eater turned, seeing him land, but before he could say anything, he was incinerated by the dragon's fire. The dragon turned to Harry, who quickly hissed at it. "I'm a friend. I'm here to help you." The dragon didn't seem entirely sure, but was convinced for the most part when Harry stunned a Death Eater. The dragon let loose another blast of fire, but missed its target. Harry saw the Death Eater above it only too late.

"Look out!" The dragon looked up just in time to see the green light hit it. Powerful as dragon hide was, even it could not stand against the killing curse. The dragon slumped to the ground, its golden eyes glazing over. Harry's rage, which he had successfully controlled up to this point, boiled over. He held up his wand, crying, "STUPEFY!" A red flash lit the air. The Death Eaters instantly fell over, and the dragon's offspring was stunned as well.

Harry tied up the Death Eaters, and revived the stunned dragon. It looked at him warily, but glanced at the tied up killers. He looked back at his mother, and saw the death in her eyes. The dragon gave a piteous moan, and tears fell from its golden eyes. Its eyes turned red, and Harry realized what it was thinking. He quickly threw himself between the dragon and the Death Eaters, who were still stunned. He growled at her, saying, "They're not worth it! If you kill them, the wizard community will see you as a threat, and come after you! Don't do this! I know someone who can make them live in prison forever, with no hope of escape. Please, don't do this!"

The young dragon glared at Harry. They killed my mother! They must pay for her blood with theirs. Harry tried again to calm the dragon. "Please, calm down! Do not become like them, murderous and bloodthirsty. Trust me, for your mother's sake!" The dragon drew its breath, preparing to breathe flame, but hesitated. It made up its mind, and let the fire go. Harry prepared to do a shield charm, but didn't need to. The fire had reduced a tree to ash instantly.

Grr. Very well, I will spare them, for my mother's sake. I want to see them delivered to this friend of yours. Harry sighed in relief. He had sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to fight a dragon. He gave a hiss, saying, "I promise you this. You will be there as I give them to this friend. But first, I want to interrogate them." I will be there. Where should I stay in the meantime?

"I have a place in the manor where I live where you can stay. I have other friends there, including a phoenix, a griffin, and an escaped tiger from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I'm sure they'll make you very welcome." Harry said, levitating the Death Eaters in front of him.

He led the dragon back to the manor. As he did, he got to know him as little better. "So, do you have a name?" The dragon gave another hiss. Yes, I do. My name is Mira. "Mira, huh? That's a pretty name." Yes, I think so too.

They reached the manor, and Harry lead Mira up to the training room. Hohn turned as he entered, singing a greeting. Hello Harry. I see you've brought us another friend. Harry stopped Hohn there, saying, "Whether she'll be your friend is not my choice, but hers. If she wants to be your friend, then I'm sure you two will have fun together. If she doesn't, then I ask that you leave her be." He looked at Mira, waiting for her response.

Thank you for giving me a choice, but I could really use some friends now. I can't wait until I meet the griffin and tiger. At that point, Godric and Silver walked up. Godric gave a whistle. Who's the newbie? Harry gave him a reproachful look, berating his lack of manners. Godric looked slightly ashamed and corrected himself. Who might you be? The dragon gave a little snort, causing a bit of fire to come out of its nose. My name is Mira. You don't have to be all polite with me. Harry cleared his throat and said, "Well, I'm going to go study some more. Get to know each other, why don't you." With that, he left.

Hohn the phoenix spoke up, giving a little trill. As a phoenix, I am extremely adept at sensing feelings. You have suffered a loss. Who was it? Mira eyes began to water slightly, and she growled. It was my mother. She was attacked by men in masks, who shot jets of light. All of the animals were silent for a moment, and then Hohn spoke again. We all have suffered in some way, but I've never sensed anyone with such a burden as Harry. He was suffered more than any of us, yet still cares for us and is selfless. I stay with him because he has a great destiny about him, though I can't tell what it is. He needs friends, and is planning to cut himself off from his friends at school. He'll need me. He'll need all of us. That's why I give him my loyalty.

They all digested these words, and then Godric spoke up. I follow him for his bravery. Long has bravery been respected by griffins, and the day he found me in my cage, he showed this trait. He opened my cage and let me free without any thought of the consequences. He risked his own life at the battle with the basilisk, and probably did again tonight. I may be wrong, but that is how you came to be with us, right? He turned an inquisitive eye to Mira, who nodded.

Next, Silver spoke. I have spent most of my life in the presence of wizards, for that is how I was created; by their hand. They did not care for me there. They feed me, made sure I had the nutrients I needed, but they never got to know me. Sure, they couldn't talk to me as Harry can, but they made no attempt at all to try to communicate. His sensitivity to the needs of others is strong, almost to a fault. I had never known such friendship, except from my mate.

Mira gave a hiss, indicating her desire to speak. They fell silent and listened. I don't know Harry as well as any of you, but I know this; he tried to save my mother. He couldn't, but he tried. He is merciful as well, or he would have not captives, but ashes. I was ready to burn them alive, but he convinced me they weren't worth it. I wish to become his friend. It would be advantageous to him and me. As his friend, I would not have to worry about wizard hunters, for no one is going to mess with Harry Potter's dragon.

They exchanged looks, all certain of one thing. They were, and would be, the friends and supporters of Harry Potter. Together, they were better. Together, they were strong.

As the animals discussed this, Harry himself was making his was down to the basement. He had put the captured Death Eaters in Godric's cage. They were conscious now, and screaming curses and threats. They had tried to disaparate, but Harry had placed an antiaparation jinx in the cage. He stunned them again, and went over to the shelf. Spotting the object he had been seeking, he pulled out a bottle of veritiserum.

Walking over to the cage, he unlocked it, climbing inside. When he was successfully inside, he sealed the door. He took the first Death Eater and poured three drops of the truth potion down his throat. He raised his wand and muttered, "Enervate" The man's eyes opened slowly, and he sat there with a blank look.

"What is your name?" Harry asked.

"Antonin Dolohov."

"Why were you here?"

"My master sent me and the others to find the gateway."

"What is the gateway?"

"I do not know. My master just told us what it looks like."

"And what does it look like?"

"It is a stone temple, no bigger than a two story house. The gateway is inside."

"Why did you attack the dragon?"

"We thought we would gain favor with the Dark Lord by presenting him with dragon hide."

Harry re-stunned him and moved onto the next Death Eater. Repeating the procedure, he received no new information. He questioned all of the Death Eaters except one, who seemed to be the leader. He dragged him the side of the cage and began the questioning again.

"What is your name?"

"Lucius Malfoy" So, this was Malfoy's dad. This would give Harry immense leverage over Draco at school.

"What is your master seeking at the gateway?" Harry didn't expect an answer, for none of the others had produced one. He was shocked when Lucius gave an answer.

"He seeks the tools of old." Harry pressed onward.

"What are the tools of old?"

"They are different. They hold immense power." Harry wanted to know more about these tools of old.

"List the tools of old." Lucius had no choice but to comply.

"They include the Galator, Merlin's Staff, and the sword Excalibur." Harry wondered where these items might be, and questioned Lucius further.

"What does the gateway itself do?"

"It is a portal, open only to the chosen one. My master believes himself to be the one."

"Where does the portal go?"

"I do not know."

"What clues do you have of its location?" Harry was extremely curious about this.

"We were told only this: A dragon's fire, a phoenix's song, will reveal the gateway, hidden for long."

Harry quickly wrote these words down and stunned Lucius. Unsealing the door, he left the cage. He quickly sealed it with the most powerful locking charm he knew, and left the basement. He went upstairs and took out a book. This time, it was Methods of Magical Transportation and Detection. He needed to learn how to apparate. He studied all night, and had finished reading everything there was to read at 2:00 A.M. He got into bed, but yet again, could not sleep. He decided to try to apparate, so he got out of bed, and began to practice.

He started out small, just across the room. He was expecting a loud crack, but instead, all he got was a slight puff. According to the book, this meant he was extremely adept at apparating. He moved up, apparating across the house. Then he tried to the far mountain, and then to the end of the Alps range. After that, he apparated to London. He went back and set a new goal. He concentrated, envisioning himself standing where he wanted to, and opened his eyes. It had worked. He was at Hogsmeade village. He apparated back, and went to bed. This time he was able to sleep.

The next morning, he opened the book again so as to learn how to create portkeys. He read up on the theory, and learned the enchantment. Deciding to try it out, he took a dirty sock, and muttered, "Portus" The sock glowed for a minute, and then was normal. He had supposedly programmed it to Hogsmeade. He took hold, and felt the familiar jerk behind his navel. A second later, he was in Hogsmeade, by the Shrieking Shack. He took the portkey back, and took the spell off of the sock.

He was preparing to go down to breakfast, feeling extremely proud, when something caught his eye. It was a letter. He picked it up, examining the familiar curly writing and the Hogwarts crest. It was from Dumbledore. He took the letter out and began to read.

Dear Harry,

I am sorry you did not do as I asked. I am impressed you managed to perform the Fideleus Charm, and think it was very wise to make a phoenix your secret keeper. How on earth did you talk to it enough to tell it what it needed to do? Well, I suppose I could rant and rave and demand you come back at once, but it would do no good. I can see you are determined, and had even considered taking away the position of Supreme Prefect. I do not have that power, because you have not abused your power in some way. So I guess I can only say be careful. I will meet with you at school and we can discuss things further. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore

Harry immediately sat down with some parchment and began writing a response.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I do not want to keep you in the dark, as I know you would only work in my best interests. Meet me in the Shrieking Shack at 9:00 tonight. I have urgent news. HP

P.S. The bird delivering this letter is named Hohn. Please show him the utmost respect.

Harry sealed the letter and whistled. Hohn flew in lazily and chirped. You called? Harry smiled and said, "Yes, I need you to take this letter to Professor Dumbledore. He's at a school in the U.K. called Hogwarts. Go with him to the Shrieking Shack, as I will be there. Good luck!"

The phoenix grabbed the letter and disappeared in a flash of flame. Harry was still curious about the effects of the potion he had made, so he researched the powers of the different ingredients. Apparently, phoenix feather also made one extremely intelligent in the ways of the mind. He tried closing his mind, and found it surprisingly easy. The potion must have boosted his Occlumency and Legillimency powers too.

He was walking downstairs for some breakfast when his bare feet were cut on some jagged stone. He grabbed his foot out of instinct, and was amazed to see the cut healing. The unicorn horn must have that. But that wasn't right; he'd taken potions with unicorn horn in them before, and this had never happened. Perhaps he had always had this power, and he had just unlocked it. At any rate he wasn't complaining.

He sat down and began to eat his bacon and eggs, reading some more of Methods of Magical Transportation and Detection. He was reading up on the various spells that prohibited apparating. Maybe if he could figure out which one Hogwarts used, he could apparate on the grounds. He had gotten pretty far when he was interrupted. Godric poked his beak at Harry's plate, chirping. You going to finish that sausage? Harry chuckled and pushed him the plate.

Thanks. By the way, where's Hohn? I could use some herbs to give this more flavor. Harry grinned again. "You little food pirate! What's wrong with getting your own food?" Godric chuckled himself and gave a response. It's more fun stealing your food. Harry sighed. "I give up." Good. But really, where is Hohn?

Harry explained. "I'm going to meet someone tonight. I sent word with Hohn. He's a great messenger." The griffin raised a question. Who are you meeting? Where? Harry snatched one of the remaining sausages off the plate and replied, "His name is Professor Dumbledore. He's my headmaster, and I'm meeting him close to the school."

The griffin glared at him, pulling the plate a little closer, and clicked his beak. That was my sausage you stole! Food pirate indeed. Hypocrite. Anyway, think I could come along? I'm eager to get out of this house. It's cool and all, but I could really use a nice journey. Harry laughed, reaching for another sausage. Godric squawked, putting his wings around the plate.

"Sure, you can come along. Mira's coming, so I suppose you and Silver should as well. You're right; we could all use a little break. But be on your guard. We leave at 1:00. Could you tell Silver and Mira for me? Thanks." With that, Harry left. He wanted to learn as much as could before his meeting with Dumbledore. He was done with Transfiguration, as he knew all of the N.E.W.T. level spells and beyond. He was done also with potions. He was sure he could make any potion Snape would throw his way. He had, after all, created his own potion. He decided he would master everything else today, but wondered how he would manage it by 1:00.

He went upstairs, trying to find a solution to his problem, and walked into his room. Glancing around, the answer struck him. It was so obvious; he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. His trunk, with its time-turner spell would be perfect for this. He walked over to it, unlocking it with his hand. He set the time for one hour per minute, and crawled inside.

He studied charms first. He had most of them learned, but a few were still elusive. He was confident, though. If he could do the Fideleus Charm, he could do anything. He worked on those for about five hours. He read Powerful Charms cover to cover, and studied all the theories. He had performed all the spells, and could do them easily given a picosecond's warning.

After that, he moved on to Ancient Spells. This one took a long time. Harry had worked for over eight hours, and had it down. He had learned all sorts of things from Ancient Spells for the Uncommon Man. He had learned wandless magic, some of the more powerful curses and hexes, a few powerful shields, and was still working on a power he really wanted. The book taught how to become a polymagus, or one who can change into any animal form. He was about halfway done on the last one, and worked another six hours. He wondered how he had managed it that quickly, and read a footnote. It apparently sped up the process. It took more time to focus on a single form, but it didn't take nearly as long for multiple forms. He concentrated, trying to change into a phoenix. In a flash of fire, he was there, his arms now scarlet wings. He transformed back, and tried with other animals. Finally satisfied, he finished the Ancient Spells book, learning some powerful healing spells.

After the ancient spells, he moved onto shields and curses. He learned all the shields fairly quickly, and they seemed like child's play in comparison to the ancient spells he had just learned. He worked on the curses some, and learned more curses in four hours than he had during his five years at Hogwarts.

When he was done with those, he read Advanced Combat Training. It took a while too, but was speeded up immensely by a potion the book had told him to make. Ordinarily, it would have taken years for Harry to learn the different fighting styles in the book, but with the help of this potion, he managed it in seven hours. He had successfully learned swordsmanship, boxing, karate, tae kwon do, kung fu, kick boxing, street fighting juto, and lightning reflexes. But after all these things, Harry was exhausted, and went to sleep in the trunk. He woke up twelve hours later, feeling refreshed. Looking down at his watch, he gasped. He had slept for twelve hours! He had to get up, or he'd miss his appointment with Dumbledore. It was only after he'd recognized his surroundings as his trunk that he realized he was still using the time-turner function.

Leaving the trunk, he went down to the front door to prepare for his journey. He wouldn't need his broom, and decided not to bring it. He could, after all, transform into a bird or dragon. He walked into the kitchen, enjoying a lunch with his friends that resulted with Godric and Silver throwing pies at each other. Ducking pie, Harry went outside. He was ready to leave this place for a little. He called to his friends, and they stopped their fight immediately. Harry couldn't stop himself from laughing. Apparently, things had really gotten ugly when they'd accidentally hit Mira. She had sent pies flying everywhere, causing both griffin and tiger to dive under the table, while Godric waved Silver's white tail as a flag.

After doing a cleaning charm, Harry spoke to them all. "We'll, are you all ready? We're going to Hogwarts to meet my headmaster. Hohn is already there, and I'm sure you'll all like Professor Dumbledore. Mira, he's the friend I was talking about. We'll bring our little friends." He jabbed his finger at the Death Eaters, who looked quite terrified at the sight of Mira.

He conjured a net of chains, with a chain leading upward. Grabbing this, Harry climbed on top of Mira, and said, "Well, friends, off to Hogwarts!"