Disclaimer: Even though I'm sure you think that I came up with the Harry Potter characters, I didn't.
The Silver Horn
Chapter 5
Griffindor Manor; First Day of Training
Harry walked side by side Godric Griffindor down to the Quidditch field for his first lesson.
"So what exactly is my schedule?" Harry asked curiously.
"You'll spend two hours a day with each of us, so eight hours of training in total per day," Godric answered cheerfully.
"Oh joy," Harry muttered.
Godric grinned. "Come on Harry. You'll have fun! Sure beats staying in that hellhole that was your home."
Harry's lips twitched upward in a reluctant smile. Godric was so right.
"You'll have the rest of the time to yourself, after finishing your homework, that is," Godric chuckled at the boy's sudden sour look. He really does look like his dear Potions Master when he does that, Godric thought amusedly to himself.
"There's homework!" Harry yelped incredulously. "This is supposed to be summer!"
Godric smiled sideways at him. "There's always quidditch once you're finished with everything."
Harry's face snapped up, his bright green eyes glowing. "Really?"
"Really," Goddric affirmed, his eyes twinkling not unlike a certain Headmaster. "And brilliant seeker though you are, you're a little too tall now. Hmm…I'd bet you'd make just as great a chaser though. Perhaps I can teach you to kick ol' Sal's butt; he's a chaser as well…" he murmured thoughtfully.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you two…"
As they reached the pitch, Godric halted, took out his wand, and waved it in a certain pattern. The numbers 30:00 formed in the air. Harry stared at them puzzled.
"Alright, Harry, this is where the fun begins," Godric grinned widely. "Run ten laps around the manor. You have thirty minutes."
Harry's eyes bulged. "Around Griffindor Manor? Ten times! But that's almost five miles! You're house is huge!"
The Founder shrugged, a small smile on his face, "That's life, kiddo. You better hurry up. Each minute you're late is ten pushups. Times a' ticking." As Harry watched in mounting horror, the numbers in the air started to change. Very quickly.
"Why couldn't you have been poor?" he groaned as he jogged of amid the sound of Godric's evil chuckling.
…
By the time Harry finished his laps, he was exhausted. He was a few minutes late, so he was made to do pushups on top of his already groaning muscles. The next hour wasn't much better. He still wasn't allowed to use his wand. He was supposed to try to duck as the Founder shot different spells at him, both with a wand and wandlessly.
"This is so fun!" Godric crowed, as he blasted a jinx that changed Harry's black hair to a bright green, matching his annoyed eyes.
"Shut up."
…
After taking a quick shower, Harry headed off to the library, where Rowena was waiting.
"Have a good time?" she asked sweetly.
Harry made a face, grunting in reply.
Rowena smiled in amusement. "Well, hopefully Transfiguration will be easier on you physically. You were in your fifth year, right?"
Harry nodded.
"Well, I'll have to evaluate you first to see what you know, so take out your wand." She stood up to get some objects and a stack of papers.
"Whoopee, I actually get to use my wand," Harry muttered sarcastically.
"Godric's infamous dodging drill, huh?" Rowena asked sympathetically. She laughed as he gave a loud groan. "Right. Well, let's begin, shall we?"
Harry felt like his brain had been stuck in a blender after Rowena's examination. Rowena had shot question after question at him until he felt like he was back on the quidditch field again, ducking from Godric's barrage of spells. Then came the practical examination. Harry transfigured objects until his wand arm grew sore. When they both stopped for breath, Harry looked at Rowena's passive face in an unspoken question.
"Well, you aren't a natural, Harry," she said slowly.
Harry nodded, then commented wryly, "Professor McGonagall will be disappointed. She always wanted me to take after my fath—James Potter."
A slow smile spread across Rowena's face. "You'll probably never be a master, but I'll guarantee you that after I'm through with you, your dear Professor McGonagall won't be disappointed."
