Disclaimer-dont own nothing at all, nothing you recognize and probably nothing that you dont.
Sorry for the later delay, had to fix a few plot holes and stuff while i managed to break two of my toes, all in all it had been a rather shit week, needing surgery for my knee and breaking my toes. Anyway that will probably mean more time off work which means more updates. Keep up the reviews, I'm over 50 now, woohoo.
Harry was going back into the chamber the goblins had for the second half of the month. There were too many things he needed to learn before going back to Hogwarts and not enough time. Every three days in the chamber was a month and so he could go in for 21 days out side time giving him 7 months inside the chamber, he wanted more time but hadn't come up with a way of solving that problem yet. Flash was coming in with him to teach him thunder magic and phoenix magic's, he would be concentrating on these two forms but wanted time to study on his Parsel-magic and spell crafting abilities while going into the study of battle magic and the dark arts as well. He knew it was going to be a rather tough few months, he had already found Flash to be a very tough teacher, when he had taught him to 'thunder travel' yesterday.
Harry had left the tournament earlier than he should of, all competitors were supposed to stay until the end of the two weeks but this gave Harry an extra cycle to spend in the chamber. Packing everything he would need for the time he was away he gave the signal to Flash and they both disappeared landing in the middle of Rucknil's office. 'Thunder travel' could go through any wards on earth, even if they were strong enough to hold them back without sliding through the travelling power would just rip through them instead. Arriving he found Aberforth and Rucknil to already be there and in a headed discussion about something, neither noticed his arrival and continued to argue while Harry listened on intrigued. He had never seen either lose there cool.
"He needs to learn them, there is no other way and for that we need more time. I know it's risky and that people have died trying, but don't you think he is strong enough to handle it, for Merlin's say Rucknil he's just travelled through your wards" Aberforth shouted standing up and pointing at Harry. 'Ok so maybe they did notice my arrival' he mused. Looking at the elder goblin he could that he was fighting an internal struggle within himself.
"I will leave the choice up to Harry, do not pressure him though Aberforth, to lose him would be catastrophic, you and I both know of the prophecy" Harry started at this, how in the hell did they know that. Seeing Harry confusion Aberforth explained. "The Dumbledore's physical gift was a library of sorts, only Dumbledore's can enter and although Albus had kicked me out of the family he can't keep me out of the library. In the said library there is a book of prophecies, every prophecy ever told is automatically added to this book. That's how I know and I told Rucknil here when I heard he was helping you, we are old friends you see" Rucknil smiled and nodded to show he agreed with this. Harry lightened somewhat, he was scared that one of them had wither given him veritaserum or could break through his occlumency shields, wither was not good for him.
"Now as you probably heard Rucknil, my esteemed friend here, has left this decision up to you, I encourage you to do so. The chamber was in itself designed to work at many different speeds, of out of time loops as it were. We can increase the amount of time we will be able to get within the chamber by up to double, I think we should go for the whole hog and stay away the fourteen months, while it only taking 21 days outside, in that time I could bring you to a level unsurpassed by any other than the duelling elite in the world, what do you say?" Aberforth had a look of glee on his face, similar to that of a child who had just been handed a giant stick of candy floss. Harry on had to think for about two seconds then his determination sank in, this was good for him, if he lived through this he may pose a challenge to Voldemort and his followers, he could finally bring about the beginning of the end.
"Lets do it" with that Aberforth leaped up and did a small dance while Rucknil looked worried, nodding his head however he called in another goblin and after a short conversation they were all headed to the chamber. When they reached there destination five goblins all had there hands pointed at the door and were muttering in some ancient language Harry couldn't understand. As they walked away leaving the door exposed Harry could see it was glowing gold, he had a feeling this was going to hurt. 'No pain no gain, no pain no gain, no pain no gain' he chanted in his mind, he couldn't help but think that between Flash and Aberforth he would be suffering for most of the fourteen months he had just signed himself up for in the chamber. 'Merlin help me!' and with that final thought he stepped through the door with Flash and Aberforth by his side, it would be the last time he was seen for a long time, although many would say it was they day that the last of Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, innocence died and he became a warrior for the light, a beacon in a sea of darkness, the last hope.
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The schedule was set, looking upon it Harry knew he would be pushed to a limit where if he survived he would be the best, he would be able to look into the eyes of Voldemort and know that the prophecy was right, he was this mans equal but that he had something the evil bastard didn't, the drive to safe peoples life's, yes he had a saving people thing but that could be the drive he needed to finally end this war. Determination Harry set of on the first run of many, his clothes weighted to be twenty-five times heavier than normal while Aberforth looked through the books they had taken with them and sorted them into an order where they could be learnt quickly and efficiently.
He had informed Harry he expected to go through a book a day, using the ring to read it and master all the spells, curses, hexes, wards and anything else the book may contain by the end of that day. Now Aberforth was no fool, he knew that some of the more advanced books would be impossible to master within a day's period. He would use this time to 'punish' Harry, making him duel dummies for his punishment, setting the dummies to a lot higher levels than he would tell him, he would push him, both with him knowing it and without him knowing it. The dummies were the perfect training facility, launching paint disguised as spells, and with only the proper shields being able to block them, showing where the person had been hit, they also hurt a little making you try your damn best not to get hit again.
Harry pushed himself to carry on, he was duelling three fourth rank auror level training dummies, and he had already taken out two but was starting to run out of energy, both magical and physical. Casting a bludgeoning hex at the ground directly in front of his opponents he followed up with a powerful stunner, he used a technique to split the power of one spell into less strong many spells. Six stunners flew at the dummies, five connecting with two of them, the third managed to roll out of the way, however Harry quickly hit him with a cutting curse to the lower leg, severing the dummies leg just below the knee.
Harry looked over at his trainer and friend to see him lounging on a deck chair with a book in his hands. This riled Harry up slightly as he wasn't even paying attention to his duel and he was supposed to be giving him pointers. Aberforth then waved his hand making the dummies stand once again this time three of them walked off the stage leaving two, there marks flashed showing they were going to be death eaters second class, and lieutenants at that. Harry gulped but readied himself, he was already tired from the first duel and now he had to take on stronger opponents, all be it there were less of them.
Aberforth looked on in wonder as his charge put up a fight against the dummies which were actually programmed to be inner circle members; they were actually programmed to be Antonin Dolohov and Sebastian Flint. Two dangerous, you had to be if you were in the inner circle, yet not the best Voldemort had at his disposal. The fight he had just carried out had been against four second class Aurors and one first class Auror, which was some feat in itself to many, especially when he had programmed the first class auror to be Mad-eye Moody himself, one of the best the auror department had seen in the last century or so. The last six months had proved to Aberforth he was right in his assessment of the boy, he didn't complain or back down from anything, he saw the determination in his eyes every time he sent him to fight to start with, now that determination was there all the time, his eyes a darker shade of green than his mothers, but equally as captivating, if not more so as they held a much larger hint of danger within them.
Harry was progressing well, he was now able to duel lower inner circle members two or three at a time and some of the younger first class Aurors, Aberforth had pushed him everyday they were in here, Flash was the same and he was beginning to master both the thunder and phoenix magic's the bird was teaching him. Harry's spell depth was now beginning to get huge; each seemed to come to hand exactly when he needed it, although every duel he fought in was limited by Aberforth, stunners and shields was his favourite for a punishment. Aberforth especially seemed to like doing this as a punishment while making him fight death eaters; they would fire dark arts curses while he was only allowed to retaliate with stunners and shields, all in all not the easiest of things.
The old mage again watched as Harry fought Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy and Augustus Rookwood at the same time only using stunners and shields, the boy had become an immense dueller, being able to win most duels with the use of only shields, directing there own spells back upon them. Harry didn't know he had become as good, he thought he could now take lower inner circle death eaters, the time had come for Aberforth to explain what he was truly capable of and give him that final push.
"Harry my boy, come sit, I have a confession to make" with that Aberforth went onto explain about how Harry had been pushed with his knowledge, the extra weight on his clothes, the duelling dummies being set much higher than he knew, the spell on his wand to restrict power output and many more simple measures to increase his performance. Harry was stunned to begin with, he knew that Aberforth was probably lying about a couple of things but this was unprecedented, according to what he had just been told he could finally kill Bellatrix Lestrange and avenge the murder of Sirius, and quite easily at that.
"The final test now begins Harry, I cannot help you. To truly master magic in any and all of its forms you must go within yourself, deep within your mind and your magic. Let them both guide you as only they can. Once there you will face a trial of tests, what these are I do not know but if successful your magic will respond by unleashing itself fully to you, Voldemort had done this, as have I and my brother. This will make you his equal in power, skill wise I have no idea, but you need this as does the world. I doubt you will awaken before the time is up however I will remain with you the whole time and help you in any way I can should it be needed.
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The door of the chamber pulsed; it had only ever pulsed once in the time Rucknil had been working at the bank, which was over a hundred years. The last time the door had been pulsing, much like it did now, was when two of the best goblin duellers alive at the time had been engaged in mortal combat over the rule of the goblin world. Only one goblin walked out alive that day and it was safe to say that of the three people to enter the room 20 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes ago, only some of them would be leaving. The door had now been pulsing for around six days, four months within the chamber.
The door opened at the stroke of midday, a figure emerged immersed in clouds of billowing smoke, a magnificent bird sat on his shoulder singing a mournful yet uplifting tone. The man carried another in his arms; the tall man began to walk out from the room, immediately a sad look could be seen upon his face. Rucknil gulped, something had gone wrong, and he knew it had, more than that he knew it would. Looking into the eyes of his friend Rucknil immediately became confused, he saw peace, happiness almost yet the outer expression was one of guilt and sadness. Aberforth looked around the shocked crowd of goblins, in his arms the prone form of Harry potter lay bleeding from more wounds on his body that most of the goblins bowed there heads, some out of respect of a fallen hero, others out of sheer disgust at the sight of the young man.
"Harry Potter is dead" Aberforth stated to an already stunned crowd, he looked at Rucknil and winked however, Harry had actually woken up three weeks ago from the trials saying he found them challenging but invigorating, his control on his magic had become amazing since then and his mentor truly believed he would be a match for Voldemort when the time came, for now he still had a lot of work to do, refining his magic and increasing his pool were only parts of this, there was still much for hi to learn. That was why Harry stayed within the room, when he came out would be decided solely by him, when he felt he was ready. 'One things for sure, Voldemort's going to get one hell of a shock when he fights Harry for the first time when he comes out' he mused 'I just hope wherever the choose to confront each other isn't densely populated or a lot of lives will be lost.
In the following days many people would cry and be disheartened, many believed he was doing another Dumbledore and would return soon, others believed that he had finally cracked under the pressure of being the chosen one. Only three people knew the truth, one pinned for his return the others waited impatiently. It would stay this way for six months when finally the door to the chamber reopened; stepping out Harry looked around and smiled. 'It's good to finally be back' with a small crack of thunder he arrived within Rucknil's office. Looking up the goblin smiled, the chosen one had returned.
Aberforth and Susan were called immediately and soon arrived, after a short greeting from Susan she left to go back to Hogwarts, she hadn't even asked for permission and would no doubt be in quite serious trouble when she got back. Harry however told her to tell whoever caught her, if anyone, to take her straight to Dumbledore's office and just state that 'the chosen one has returned', then leave. He said that she would get off without even a slap on the wrists this way and he would have to go to Hogwarts soon anyway, thus the reason for him faking his own death.
The three then got down to more important matters, Harry had been in the room for three years, 6 months in reality, and the changes were quite easy to see. He was now a master of both thunder and phoenix magic's as well as being capable in the forms of battle magic. His dark arts training had led him to understand and accept the dark arts rather than fear or give into them as the rest of the populace would do. He had been training with the dummy set to Voldemort level, this was no easy task, he had managed to battle to a draw occasionally however he was sure that in real life the dark lord would be a much bigger handful than the dummy in the room was, he still wasn't ready but he intended to be when the time came.
There were a couple of 'light' rituals which he was going to perform on himself, and would of already if it was not for the fact they needed to be done in 'real time', meaning he couldn't do them in the room. One was to increase his senses, strength, agility and speed to that of a vampire, with his already increased performance he would be to the level of an elder vampire, but he really didn't want to cross one anyway. They were just nasty, but the vampires kept themselves to themselves so he would leave them alone, he had no doubt that they would stay out of this war.
Many hours later there was a call from a goblin on the shop floor, Gringott's never closed so at 6 o'clock it was still very much open. The call came that the special guest of the evening had arrived, what a shock it would be to see three of the biggest thorns in his side from the last century together in one room. They all hoped it might just be enough to finally make the old coots jaw drop open, unknown by each other they all had cameras just in case. As Dumbledore walked in his jaw did indeed drop, this was followed by three clicks and flashes of three separate cameras. Looking at each other the three friends burst out laughing until someone cleared there throat within the room; it was not from one of the three.
Dumbledore, Albus that is, stood with his eyes blazing, it was clear to see why Voldemort had feared him at this point and how he had managed to slay Grindlewald, the man before them was a warrior, not someone to be trifled with at all. Still they all sat innocently in there seats, all them felt this was the calm before the storm.
"Aberforth, what in hell have you done this time?" Albus growled out "I bet this outrageous scheme was your idea" to Albus's surprise and making him even more angry both his brother and Harry burst out laughing at this, while Rucknil managed to keep a straight face, his lips did twitch quite a few times however.
"Actually this grand scheme came about with you as the genius behind it, it was you how came up with it in the first place Albus old boy" Aberforth exclaimed between chuckles.
"You are supposed to be in Hogwarts Harry, it's the law. I expect to here from all of your teachers tomorrow that you were in class" He seethed again. Harry choking back a chuckle replied.
"Of course headmaster, I wouldn't dream of missing classes, what kind of icon would that make me? A pitiful one, that's what it would do, a pitiful one indeed". Shaking his head in a sad fashion, he tried to hold in his bursting laughter, when it finally broke he managed quite successfully to turn it into a cough while Albus turned and left leaving three chuckling friends in his wake.
"I can see myself regretting that one when I go back to school"