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Continue My Work: Chapter 3

The first training session with Sirius left Harry a little more than wanting. A few cutting curses were fine and all but they didn't exactly strike Harry as "the blackest of the Dark Arts". He wanted more, sure he enjoyed the time he got with his Godfather but after what happened last year he wanted to hurt the Death Eaters. Not so much for Cedric though, but for the pain and humiliation they put him through. He had never endured such frustration, helplessness, pain, and anger before. They would pay for crossing him. Dearly.

Such thoughts were uncharacteristic of him he knew, but he couldn't help it. It just…well…it pissed him off, and he only got angrier each time he thought of it. He was growing tired of being the perfect boy scout hero, always doing the exactly right things and never crossing the moral boundary, never allowing himself to indulge in temptations the other students took part in.

More and more he was starting to think those times were over. With this new training he doubted he'd be launching many more stunners or disarmers at Voldemort or the Death Eaters…Or at least not ones that wouldn't draw blood or cause severe side effects.

Later that day he proceeded to Dumbledores training. This, he found out, was far more challenging than Sirius'. The moment Harry walked in a blue beam flew from Dumbledore and cut Harry across the cheek.

"I seem to recall, Harry, that you learned how to block that earlier today. Why didn't you?" The sage asked.

"I didn't even hear you say the incantation, how would've I known to block it?" Harry asked in return.

"That's because I didn't say the incantation Harry. And you should've known to block it because you've seen the curse numerous times by now."

"But how did you cast without speaking the incantation? All the professors have taught us to say the words!"

"This, Harry, is a lesson started in sixth year that many never complete in life. Speechless spell casting is an advanced art that takes concentration which many lack. Incantations merely improve the results of spells of those who are not sure of themselves and the spell they're casting." Dumbledore explained.

Harry nodded as he took it all in.

"It makes sense. What's the sense of dueling or fighting with someone if you're shouting out your next move? It gives your opponent more than enough time to think of a counter."

Dumbledore smiled "Very good Harry. As we've already said, spells can be cast wordlessly. Can you guess another strategy for dueling?"

Dumbledore sat back seemingly relaxed and patient while Harry pondered his answer.

Lets see…if spells can be cast without verbal incantation, what's another strategy of casting? I suppose…That's it!

"You could cast the spell while speaking an incorrect incantation to fool your opponent!"

Dumbledore chuckled "Amazing Harry, your picking up this up at an incredible rate. You will truly be a force to reckon with when your training is complete. Now, on with business. I want you to start wordlessly casting this spell your most comfortable with. I don't expect immediate results but I do want you to keep practicing. Now begin."

Harry spent the next several hours attempting various spells from his small arsenal of spells wordlessly but achieved only small results, usually far weaker versions of the normal spells.

"I am indeed impressed Harry! Your showing a natural skill in wordless casting. I want you to continue these practices regularly throughout your day and perhaps consulting our…mutual friend on the matter."

"Headmaster…there's something I've been meaning to ask you about him. Was he… Well was Grindlewald really evil? I've talked to him some and well…He honestly doesn't seem that bad."

"That is indeed a touchy subject Mr. Potter. Truly there are no real lines between evil and good, light and dark. One could say that really there are only ideals and those that are willing to do whatever it takes to make those ideals reality. I imagine I was quite the evil character to Grindlewald and his men. It just depends on what your willing to do Harry. Indeed, I seem to remember Tom's philophsy as-"

"There is only power and those strong enough to pursue it." Harry finished.

"Yes…And looking back on it…Mr. Riddle is not that far off I suppose. It's just that our ideals differentiate from his and so we must protect out own."

Harry had a look of deep thought on his face "Thank you Headmaster…I think I'll go to bed now…"

Dumbledore only smiled and bade him goodnight.

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Harry lay on his bed staring blankly at the cover of the tome that held the dark lord Grindlewald within. Slowly he opened the tome and at once words graced its page.

"Well, if it isn't my brave, cunning, ambitious little Slythindor? What brings you to these dusty old pages this time of the night?"

Harry couldn't help but chuckle but still sighed. After the way he had been thinking lately, maybe Grindlewald was right…

"I can sense it in you Harry Potter…a burning desire to enact revenge, to see those who wronged you hurt, utterly humiliated. You know I can help, that I can teach you how to appease your darkest temptations. I can teach you strength!"

Harry sat looking at the pages, a battle clearly waging within his mind. He wanted it so bad, wanted to hurt them…But could he? Could he betray his friends to destroy the ones that had done so much wrong to him?

Is it even their business? What I do to my enemies is my own right…do they really get a say on whether I torture my torturers?

"No." He whispered to himself. Then he wrote two words on the page.

"Teach me."

"Very good Mr. Potter, Very good. Tell me then, what did you learn today?"

"A cutting hex from Sirius and I started casting without incantation with Dumbledore."

"A very good start indeed. There are many darker modifications to the cutting hex and since your learning nonverbal spell casting I'm not even going to bother teaching you the incantation, nor the correct wand movements. What I want you to do is just vividly imagine the modifications I tell you."

"Why no wand movements?" Harry asked.

"Because those, like incantations, are only crutches for you to cast your spell with, and with any advanced opponent a wand movement is as loud a warning as an incantation. Now Harry, imagine the cutting hex you learned today, this time though I want you to imagine it horizontally, a little more width to the hex and sharper."

"But that could be-"

"Instant death if used on the correct part of the body and indeed you could use it in more places to give you advantage, cut a tendon here, a muscle there. Soon you would have a incapacitated opponent, completely at your mercy."

Harry grinned. He was getting the feeling he would be able to satisfy his revenge completely with this book. But another thought entered his mind, why stop with his revenge? Didn't his revenge reach so much farther than just the Death Eaters and Voldemort? There was the Daily Prophet, the people of the Wizarding World, for making such a fool of him and Dumbledore when they were only trying to warn them of the truth. Couldn't he do so much more with this book?

He shook his head. No. He would destroy the Death Eaters and Voldemort and be done. He would leave it at that and be done with Grindlewald.

"Harry, I want you to practice casting without movement along with your nonverbal spell casting exercises you learned from Albus. Tomorrow night take me and find some place isolated and we will truly begin your tutelage. For now, goodbye."

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Harry woke up the next morning far happier than he had been the whole summer. He felt like he was getting somewhere, like finally, something was going to be done. He whistled a happy tune as he walked down the stairs to get breakfast.

"Well someone seems to be in a good mood this morning, about time too!" Molly Weasley exclaimed.

Harry merely grinned and sat down at the table "What's for breakfast this morning Mrs. Weasley?"

"Bacon, eggs, and pancakes!"

Harry began to stack his plate with food as Tonks sat down next to him, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"Morning Tonks. You look good for someone so tired." Harry said casually, he thought he heard Tonks mutter something about morphing but couldn't quite understand her.

Sirius was the next to sit at the table, grinning wolfishly at Harry.

"I understand that Dumbledore started you on inverbal incantations Harry. We'll work on our Dar-" He stopped himself, looking uneasily at Molly."training with that from now on. Be in the basement training room at oh...say 2:00. Ok?"

Harry nodded and continued eating. So his training in the Dark Arts was being kept under wraps. He supposed it was a good thing, he knew the others would incessantly bitch and moan at him if they knew.

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As 2:00 rolled around Harry found himself in the basement, Sirius standing across from him. Instead of saying anything Sirius fllicked his wand at Harry. Harry found himself floating upwards in extreme pain. The spell Sirius had sent Harrys way was sickly red and seemed to peirce his skin, though rathe shallowly.

"This, Harry, is the Peirceing Hook Curse. As you can feel, the spell has penetrated your skin and has hooked its self into you, allowing me to move you as I wish, at only the expense of your pain." and with that, Sirius let Harry go. Harry collapsed to the floor, panting as a little blood fell from his stomache.

"As you can imagine Harry, the spell would be far more painful if I had, say, drove it into your liver, or perhaps a lung?" He then casted a minor healing charm on Harry. "The only counter curse for this is a concentration of your own magic to throw the curse off, much like the mind to the Imperius."

As Harry got up, he spoke "I think I understand. Now let me have a hand at it." And it was with a grin Harry casted the curse on Sirius who's eyes closed with the expectation of pain.

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Dumbledores training had gone much the same as the night before, only Harry had expected the the spell he had just learned to be thrown at him, and had batted it away with a burst of magic before it had even reached him.

Later, Harry stood in the Black garden the book open before him.

Words flashed across the book.

Let's begin my apprentice, and you shall learn to exact the pain you wish to upon your foes.

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As per usual gimme some advice and what not. I'll update sometime. I don't really stay on a schedule as you might've guessed. I just write when I get little ideas and add them bit by bit.