Chapter six: Training part one

"How much longer do you think that they'll keep us in here?" Ron said banging his head against their marble incasing softly, a feat he had been at for such a long time Harry wondered if he was going to be brain dead before they were released. Shrugging and turning his attention from his friend to run his hand over the glossy surface of the marble he knew it had to be enchanted for there were no doors or windows in this room but yet they still remained with oxygen. It had been a few hours since the blacksmith since Rowena and Helga had thrown them into this prison and told them to wait, as if they had a choice in the matter. But no sooner had Harry began to ponder on that matter a silver lining erupted from the wall in front of him and sending him back startled as the stone where the lining encased vanished and lead a clearing into a field. Not wanting to spend another moment inside the room Ron bolted and threw himself bodily out into the field with a grin.

"That took longer then we expected." A soft but familiar voice reached his ears as he himself exited the room, as Rowena leaned against a large stone to his left watching him carefully for a moment. "But none the less, it is finished. Come young one." And with that she turned to her left and began walking, making Ron and Harry exchange a glance as they too started walking only to be cut short.

"Not you Ronald, you're coming with me." Helga called out to them from the far side of the field. Grimacing from the use of his full first name Ron sighed heavily and began to jog over to her waving briefly to Harry. Slightly confused Harry began his walking again, wondering why they had split the pair of them, which to the point he was so deep in conclusions he hadn't noticed the field he was walking in turn into a deep forest until he walked straight into a large tree. Staggering from his impact he looked around in a dazed confusion until a hand gripped his shoulder and spun him around, so he came face to face with Rowena.

"Careful there, that tree was there first and it looks like it doesn't plan on moving either." She said with a cheeky grin to which Harry glowered at in return. "Well then my young charge you have a choice to make. Right or left?" She said with a gesture to the two paths right behind the tree that caused his now growing headache. The left hand path continued deeper into the forest, while the right hand path held a great silver serpent a few yards down. Harry suppressing a sneer turned down the left hand path and clear from the portkey.

"You cheated." A low growl came a few moments after Harry left to a smirking Rowena who merely shrugged and followed after her charge.

"So let me get this straight," Ron began sitting on a boulder and looking up at the stormy clouds above. "I'm going to be in this place for twenty years or at least what feels like twenty years with you, while Harry gets to switch mentors after ten years?" He said staring back down into Helga's eyes who nodded in return. "Wonderful, I always dreamt of spending some time on the outskirts of nowhere." He said rolling his eyes, and looking back up towards the clouds. Though his slip into the clouds was short lived as a crushing blow was dealt to his stomach and sending him into wrenches as he doubled over in pain.

"You'll show respect to my mother boy." A voice whispered dangerously into his ear just before he blacked out, catching a glimpse of a blue light and what had appeared to be a younger Helga.

Blinking slowly Harry sat up groaned softly; the last thing he had remembered was being hit by a spell from behind. Clearing the spots from his eyes he was greeted with the warm of a fire followed shortly but something hitting his lap. Looking down Harry took sight of a all white cover of a book, frowning he flipped through it and found the pages where just as white as the cover.

"That is your own personal magical journal." Rowena said emerging from the forest in front of him and into the clearing. "Only when you can place your magic into that book will you be able to write in it. But that comes later, right now we have other things to go over." She said staring down at him with a critic eye for a moment before nodding slowly. "I'm going to teach you how to dance."

Caught off guard Harry began to laugh, before waving his hand off to her, only to stop when he saw she was serious. "Why on earth would I need to dance?" He demanded in a puzzled tone, to which Rowena didn't reply but instead walked over to him and pulled him up to a standing setting by his shirt.

"You'll find out in time." And with that she stood in front him bent over and touched the ground in front of her with her palms flat then slide down into a split and back up with a smile. "Now let's see how long it will take for you to do that." Harry ran.

Stirringslowly several white spots swarmed in his vision as Ron pulled him self into a sitting position. The coppery taste of blood still lingering in his mouth as his ran his tongue over his teeth and grimacing. Shaking his head slowly he stared down into his lap for a moment before brushing his scarlet hair from his face and looked up to get a clear picture of his surroundings and let out a small gasp. The last he remembered he was in a barren wasteland, and now he sat in a room that strongly reminded him of the hospital wing of Hogwarts, save only this time there was two beds instead of the normal rows of several, though the sheets and blankets were still the same pure white they had always been.

"I hate the hospital wing." He groaned to no one and threw himself back down into his bed, only to be jolted back up a moment later when another voice in the room questioned his statement.

"Do you always talk to yourself?" A pert voice demanded, drawing his attention to the other bed and the girl that now sat up right in it glaring at him. Ron who was about to answer stopped himself short and saw the girl clearly. Her short chopped auburn hair and gleaming dark blue eyes glaring attempting to glare daggers at him, though the heavy bandaging around her forehead threw off its effects.

"Do you always attack people without warning?" He snapped back returning her glare, which he had guess had just about the same effect on her as her did on him.

"No, and it won't happen again." A third voice answered, the heavy Irish accent alerting Ron that Helga had entered their room. With a quick glance to the both of them, she took position right between their beds dawning on a set of white robes with red triangles lined around the cuffs of the sleeves and around the base of the robes. "And it was because of that little stunt that we lost a day of work and will be changing your training around." She stated while pulling out her wand and flicking it at the far side of the room conjuring two desks filled with several volumes of scrolls. "Get to it, I want a report from at least one of those scrolls before dusk." And with that she turned heel and walked out of the room, leaving Ron to gape after her in disbelief, he would have to be Hermione to get all that work done before dusk. Though even as the thought of her crossed his mind he shivered slightly and threw the covers back and stormed over to one of the desk.

"I don't need her." He snapped to himself as he began to go over the scrolls. "I can do this just fine on my own." He vowed to as he started to select his work.

"I told you once not to disrespect my mother." Came the cold drawl of the girl as she too drew herself from her bed and sat at the desk next to him. Ron on the other hand just sneered at her and continued to go over his scrolls.

"I wasn't talking about Helga, so just leave me be." He snapped coldly and dismissing her from his mind. The entire work load she had placed in front of them was about healing, which he had already figured it would be all considered. Though the different forms of it never really seemed of much notice, but now as he stared into the face of at least twenty different branches of it he groaned. Gritting his teeth he pulled out a scroll on minor healing for cuts and started reading.

Harry sat stiffly in his place of resting, his muscles too sore for him to move. He had completed a day's work of stretching and dancing and felt that he could never do another. He was sure a few times he had caught Rowena laughing at his attempts, which only made him try hard and thus lead to his condition. But now as he sat with his back against a tree staring out into the small pond in front of him none of that mattered. He had found this place when he went to get the feeling back in his legs, the sound of rushing water had called to him. The sound had come from the small waterfall that poured into the pond, which at the time was spraying him in a gentle mist that he greeted warmly.

"I thought I might find you here." Rowena said as she planted herself next to him and stared out in the same manner. "Now that you're all swore and cursing my name silently," She said this part with a grin and looked over at Harry who looked away blushing, as he currently had been. "I think we can get a little bit into what makes magic tick." Harry perked up at this and turned his attention to his mentor. "Well, at least what I think makes magic tick. I expect you to make up your own theories on every thing that I teach you, else we have gotten no where." Harry nodded to this, and then cursed himself for not brining his book along. Though this however didn't last long as his book appeared out of thin air with a small pop and landed on his lap.

"Ah, your magic is opened quite nicely." Rowena said with a grin, but said no more on what she meant but held out her hands as a much larger book appeared again from thin air and landed in them. Her book much unlike Harry's was a brilliant shade of blue and several designs of stars on it. "Now then, open your book to the first page and hold your hand over it." Harry blinking a few times did so, puzzled as to what this was meant to achieve. To which point he was answered quite quickly as a sudden pull came from the book and slammed his hand down onto the page, looking at Rowena startled she raised an eyebrow to him and looked down at his page. "Stop fighting it, let the book take what it needs else it will take it by force."

Hey guys,

Short chapter yesI know, but I needed an update. I can promise you though the next one will be longer, its almost four thousand strong already and I'm only half done it. So cheers everyone : )

Leon