Summary- Harry finds out some very shocking news from a letter from his mother. News that leads to Harry going to a whole new world? What will this whole new world hold for Harry? And how will the shocking news Harry find's out affect the new world he is in?

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Chapter Three

Harry's training had been as bad as the head goblin had stated it would have been, probably even worse than that. And the head goblin had also been proven correct when it came to the fact that Harry often did find himself curse himself, to the deepest pits of hell, for ever thinking about asking the goblins to train him to begin with. Just as the head goblin had said he would.

Something Harry had been expecting, but not to the degree it had happened, and Harry had learned two important bits of information about the goblins because of this. One they never lied, it was deemed a waste of time by them and wasting time is wasting money; something that just isn't allowed. And two, they tend to under exaggerate things. Like when they as it's going to be difficult, they really mean that it is going to be utter hell for you.

At the same time, and despite the fact he felt he was going to have nightmares about the training he had endured, there was one thing Harry could say about the goblin training. While truly meaning and believing it with every bit of his being.

Which was that no matter how hellish said training was, that the goblin nation, as a whole, was very thorough when it came to training a warrior. That they really had gone above and beyond when it came to both training him and truly earning all the money they had from him. Even if his aching body every night didn't thank them, or him, for it in the least bit.

In fact, the goblins were so thorough Harry found himself shocked about just how thorough they were. Not to mention completely and utterly astonished about the magic's they were capital of doing begin with.

Wondering just how the wizards had won the last war with them, and if they had really won or if it was a long term plan the Goblins had in motion. Something that Harry really wouldn't put past them and something that Harry honestly wanted no part of if it was true. Not with everything that he had learn about them during his training.

Starting with the fact that they actually had a time chamber made mainly for training and the fact the very first thing they did, at least in regrades to training him, was take him into said chamber.

Before they promptly, as well as, permanently deage him to the age of six years old. To make the training have the most effect they had told him as they did so. Not that he was given much choice in the matter as the potion was shoved down his throat and he was forced to swallow said potion before he really realized just what they were doing to him.

Harry at first, thought they were just being sadistic about making him go through all the training they did as a six-year-old. And, despite know that he had actually asked them to train him in the first place, he really doubted it would make that big a difference between training his six-year-old body then is seventeen-year-old body. In fact, when it came down to it Harry had honestly thought that he would have gotten better results if he trained his seventeen-year-old body then his six-year-old one.

Even when you added in the fact, due to the time chamber he was training in, it would make it seem like he had aged unnaturally quick once he was out of it. As he did still age while in said chamber.

But in the end, and after listening to just why the goblins had done what they had, Harry found himself being quickly proven wrong about training being better in his original seventeen-year-old form; something Harry wasn't ashamed in the least bit about considering what he had learned.

As Harry swiftly found out, via one of the healer goblins that had been brought along to help with his training. And no, that did fact didn't make Harry feel any less nervous about the training he was going to undergo when he found out that little tidbit of information. That the malnutrition he had suffered through for years, because of his so-called family, had really damaged his body too much for even magic to fix…at least in his seventeen-year-old form that was.

However, since he had been deaged, to what he had been like at six years old, for the most part that is, it was easier for the goblins to fix. Meaning, in the end, he would be slowly getting a stronger, healthier body then he ever could have if he had simple trained his original seventeen-year-old body.

And that was even with all the help of magic and potions that would have been forced on him throughout said training. Mainly because he wouldn't be dealing with all the damages that had knowingly, and unknowingly, been affecting said body over the years.

This included things Harry hadn't thought would actually be affected by any training he did, or things he didn't even known needed to be fixed in the first place. These were things like the strength of his bones, which apparently were incredibly weak from everything he had suffered through during his life; despite his magic's attempts to fix them.

Harry as he thought on this, thought that the weakness in his bones could explain how they seemed to break easier and how having weak bones would seriously affect any training he did. Not to mention could be why it often took him longer to heal than it would have otherwise while he had been growing up; or at least once he had been growing up and gone to the hospital wing.

The next thing would be his height, which according to the goblin had been incredibly stunted from his childhood. Considering due to a little testing with his blood they had very easily managed to find that none of his parents had been short.

What with His father being around six foot six, his magical adopted father being six foot five and even his mother being tall for a woman at five foot nine. So yes, he should have been taller than he was. And now that they had deaged him and fixed the malnourishment that he had suffered, he should be able to reach a height of something closer to six feet; maybe even taller.

Which when you consider that before Harry had barely been five foot four at most, was something Harry found himself looking forward too. And if did a small happy jig you couldn't blame him for it see as he had been the shortest out of all his supposed friends. Even the females he had hung around, had been taller than him; and now he no longer was going to be the case. Something he found himself very happy for.

Besides his height, there had also been a good deal of damage done to his eyes that needed be fixed. Seeing as, according to the scans the Goblins had done to him, had shown them how badly his eyes had needed to be taken care of. Seeing as they had been severely weakened during his childhood.

In fact, from what they had told him, to his utter disbelieve, was that if his eyes had been taken care of the way they were supposed to have been growing up he would never had needed glassed in the first place.

And instead, would have in fact had an eyesight close to that of a hawk's then the half blind bat he had been before the damage had been healed, at least partially, during the war. Something that had been fixed fully by his deaging and healing, leaving Harry with the sharp eyesight that he should have had all along.

One thing that had been interesting, and something that neither him or the goblin had expected, though that was mainly because the goblins in question had no idea about it, was that the deaging potion strangely enough hadn't gotten rid of or fixed the Basilisk venom and phoenix tears in his blood.

When Harry found this out, after a series of magically test he had been forced to undergo, he couldn't help but question the goblins about it. Seeing as his deaging had managed to fix a lot of other things that had been wrong. Not to mention he hadn't had those problems, or had even faced said basilisk, when he had been six so it shouldn't be in his system now right?

Only to get a swift whack on the back of the head and sharply informed that he had simply been deaged not truly transformed back into his true six-year-old self. Or else he wouldn't have had the memories he did now, if he had truly been turned back into the six-year-old he had been back then. Only it had been said in a much less polite way with the, you are an utter moron sprinkled in there a time or two.

Not to mention, as the goblin continued to inform him with another hard whack to the head, both the Basilisk venom and the Phoenix tears were still in him and would remain in him until the day he truly died. Because the magic in both of those items was too potent, too magically strong, to be purged from his system with any spell or potion.

Not only that but because of the fact the potion had deaged him with those two substances in him, it had tied the both of them to his DNA permanently. Meaning if he ever had children, merlin forbid, they too would have both Phoenix tears and Basilisk venom in them as well.

Though how the two powerful magical elements would affect his children, or even him for that matter, the goblin didn't really know. Mainly because something like this, someone actually surviving a Basilisk bite or even having Phoenix tears permanently tied to their body, had never happened before, especially not both at once; at least not to their knowledge. And considering they dealt not only with the wizarding world gold, but their lineage as well meant they knew a lot more than any witch or wizard would in cases like this.

All they did know was, the fact that at least now they did know about it, meaning Harry would also need to train even more then he already had been. To find out just what the two substances did to him. After all, as the goblin had hammered into his hard head, it wouldn't do to leave such powerful weapons untrained.

Honestly Harry nearly cried when he had found this last bit out. His training had already been hellish already and he just knew it was going to get even worse for him from then on out. If the downright evil grins the goblins gave him meant anything. Half the time Harry found himself wondering if they were really training him or trying to break him in some twisted way all the while calling it training.

Though, even as he thought this, Harry could see the results of what they were doing to him, and again he would say, without a moment of hesitation, that the goblins knew what they were doing when it came to training… even if very few people would survive the training in question. Or would have given up just in the earlier days of the training in question.

One of the reasons Harry thought the goblin were so thorough in everything they did, including his training, was they could really afford to be so. That, and they had come to accept nothing but the best from both themselves and anyone else under them because of this.

Seeing as the time chamber, they had brought him to train in was done is such a way that it made one month outside the chamber actually be a complete year inside said chamber. Meaning that with the year outside the chamber, that the goblin planned on training him for, he would come out of said chamber looking exactly the age he would have been if hadn't gone in the chamber at all; eighteen years old. A year older than he had originally been when Harry had first gone for training in the first place.

This also meant unknown to anyone else but the goblins, and Harry himself, after he exited the chamber in question Harry would already have a good twelve years of hard training under his belt. Along with a good deal of combat experience from the near life or death duels he was forced to go through with the goblins.

And during these twelve years of training, Harry was push to and passed his limits multiple times. Something the goblins seemed to take quite a bit of joy in doing. In fact, there were often time Harry was sure that he was on the very verge of dropping dead only to wake up healed and told to stop belly aching and get back to training. Or did he think his time was more important than the goblins?

Which caused Harry to quickly get back up and begin training once more. He didn't need for the goblin start to get really creative on him when it came to training. It had happened one, when Harry dared complain about all the training, he was being put through despite the fact he had asked for it, and he never wanted it to happen again.

The first time had traumatized him way too much for him to want that. In fact, Harry hadn't complained about anything they had put him through since then. Seeing as he now knew that, yes it could get worse. Just tick off the goblins and he could see just how much worse it could get.

Throughout all of his training Harry had learned a lot of things. More so than he ever thought he was going to learn. More so than he thought that the goblins would know for that matter. Even if he knew that he shouldn't underestimate the goblin race; especially after experiencing just what they could do.

It seemed that throughout the years these warrior-like beings had learned a lot of different things rather they themselves could use them or not. Honestly Harry thought that the goblins took know thy enemy to a whole new level; one that Harry hadn't seen before. But at the same time couldn't help but be utterly grateful for.

Because from what Harry could see, and had learned from them, was that the goblins in question most likely knew more about both witches and wizards then the actual witches and wizards themselves knew; and boy was that a terrifying thought for Harry.

Making him feel rather happy that he wasn't planning on being it this world much longer because he got the feeling that another Goblin/wizarding war was on the horizon. Especially given how he had seen the majority of the wizarding world treated the Goblins.

Not to mention he had been made to take on oath to never use the skills he learned from the goblins against the goblins outside of training before said training had even begun. Hinting just that much more on the fact the goblins were planning something, and that was before Harry found out just how much they knew about the wizarding world as a whole.

Seeing as before he had begun his training with said goblins, he thought he knew quite a bit about this wizarding world; especially after everything he had both seen and had learned through Hermione. Only to find out what little he did know was only just barely to tip of the iceberg of everything about the wizarding world. And the goblins knew so many of the secrets that the wizarding world had hidden from everyone that if they just happened to let one slip than they would bring all sorts of chaos to the majority of those that called the wizarding world their home; at least in England and the majority of its allies.

Not to mention the goblins seemed to be of the mind that if you have something that could be used for a weapon, be it an actual physical weapon, something like magic or even knowledge for that matter, then you need to train to use it to the optimal level.

Before continuing to train it past that limit because there was no such thing as perfect. Which was so unlike a lot of the witches and wizards that Harry knew that it honestly had Harry flinching slightly as he thought of them going against a goblin in the first place. As they would be utterly destroyed.

Something that was made just that much worse because of the fact that the goblins knew that there was always someone or something stronger out there, so they always continued on with their training. Which was something they had literally beaten this lesson into Harry's head; so, he wouldn't get over confidant or condescending. Something no goblin would accept from themselves or him.

Because of how just much the goblin nation believed in making their money's worth, and because they were a nation who were proud to be claimed as warriors, meant one thing for Harry.

One thing he really hadn't thought of when he had first asked to be trained by them. And that was that they weren't about to let someone who had been trained by them go out halfcocked, or undertrained. Because of this Harry was trained to the best of their ability; knowing if they failed at that it would reflect badly on their skills as trainers, as warriors. Something that they weren't going to let happen; not in the least bit.

Because of this, and because it seemed that when the phoenix tears bonded with his body it gave him an advanced healing ability. Both within himself and when he did eventual learning healing under the goblins, others as well, Harry found himself learning any and everything that the goblins shoved down his throat. Something that Harry felt had him literally crying tears of blood at several different times.

Where he then had to continue to practice it until the goblins deemed him adequate enough in it to move to the next thing. Then he would have to continue training on whatever they had taught him before, on his own time.

Or face goblins wrath for letting the skills they taught him degrade in anyway. After all, Harry was the only student, known to date, that they took under their wings and they wouldn't let him reflect poorly on them in anyway.

This training included many different things over the years he had been training. At first, for about the first couple of months as he got recuperated from being turned back into a six-year-old, as well as recover from the damage his body had, his training started off with the basics; and only the basics.

Because his body was so young, and still not in tiptop shape, his beginning training was things like building up his endurance, stretching his muscles, building up speed and flexibility. Not to mention a good deal of basic book knowledge; that he hadn't been able to fully learn before due to his oh so caring realities. Because as the goblin said Harry wasn't going to be one of those idiots that were all muscles, or in Harry's case magic, and no knowledge; like most the wizards of today's time seemed to be.

No, he was going to be both deadly physically as well as mentally; like all good warriors should be. This in mind they spent the twelve years Harry was going to be with them making him learn things they deemed important. Making him learn not only information Harry himself had deemed to be important, and showed interest in knowing, but other information as well.

A good deal of what they added were things that Harry never really thought of learning himself. Even when considering he could possible need some of this information in the new world he was planning on heading. But in the end found himself grateful for learning it none the less, because after hearing about it could see how it was important to know.

Things that Harry had never thought the goblins would make part of his training; considering they didn't strike him as things the fierce natured goblins would learn themselves. These were things like financing, which Harry could see how or why the goblins knew seeing as they did run the only wizarding bank in England. But then there were things like environmental study, economics, law, organization, and psychology; as well as things Harry couldn't picture the goblins knowing or supporting like Art, animal care, and music.

Hell, they even made him learn some more goblin like talents like sword smithing. Which was something Harry never thought they would teach anyone outside the goblin nation but was extremely grateful to learn it anyway. Especially once he learned the goblin way of adding magic to the weapons he was making.

Then things steadily got more difficult as his body aged, and he got his body into better strengths; becoming stronger than it ever had before. Stronger and tougher than Harry ever thought his body could be. However, because of this strength gain his already rather difficult training got even harder; something Harry hadn't thought could happen

However, he found that yes it could, and it could do so quickly as he found himself doing a lot deadly version of strength, speed, and reflex training. Where the difference between life and death was walked on a very thin, very fine, line. Not only that but the goblins were now included heavy weights with his training.

Weights that as Harry had found out, with the help of a little goblin magic, added more weight the second Harry showed he was used to the previous weight. Something Harry had actually found out in a more painful manor as he had, when this first happened, slammed face first into the ground when his weights had suddenly changed when he had been in mid-jump.

He was also now learning more in depth on Hand-to-hand combat, via being nearly beaten to death till he learned to both attack and defend himself correct. And for some reason they always had him going against the best they had when it came to hand to hand making to so that Harry never really won a fight against the goblins and continued to push himself harder just to keep up with the goblins he had been fighting. Though after years of training Harry could say he had finally managed to end the fight he had been doing in a tie; even if it was only by barley.

After his hand to hand, or more like alongside it, Harry also had his magical control training. Which started out by being in very sensitive rune filled room that if the slightest overcharge of magic occurred the runes in said room activated; leaving Harry in several differ humiliating and painful situation depending on just how much magic was displaced. It was something that had made Harry learn to control the output of his magic very quickly.

Which, after Harry had gotten enough magical control under his belt, the goblins had felt that he was then ready for Spell training. Which unlike the mainly book work that Hogwarts employed, was mainly hands on, or in some case identify before it hits you; or fix after it hits you quickly before it kills you kind of training. It was the type of training that was both the most common to him, considering the war he had been in, and at the same time the type of training he would have loved to have before he had been in the war he had.

Then there was runes training, which was thrown in with magical control and Harry often thought the goblins were slightly mocking him when they taught him this because most of the time, he had to first learn rune reversal than anything else. But in the long run he could really see how runes were so helpful seeing as they could be tied to almost anything be it wards to weapon design.

Not to mention the goblins continued to drill into him about different ways on strategizing, and because of where Harry told them he was planning on going. All types of ship care knowledge; as well as general navigational knowledge.

If anything, the goblins were going to make sure Harry was prepared for wherever he landed. After all, even if no one would know the goblins there Harry was still their student and even if they never meet again Harry wasn't going to damage the reputations; especially not when the goblins wouldn't be able gut him in return for doing so.

Then in the last couple of year that he was supposed to be in the time chamber the training turned to the harshest training yet. From downright cruel ways to further increasing speed, even more weight training, as well as something the goblins called resistance runes put on his body.

His training now also had weapon training, poison training, even more stargazing and navy knowledge. This was on top of the already heavy workload of magical training of all types. Including healing, seeing as Harry seemed to have a rather strong knack for it due to the phoenix tears in his system, and to his joy Animagus training as well; this last bit being something Harry suggest/requested himself.

Due to this latest training, which started the day he turned twelve, once again, and continued on to the remaining six years he had left, Harry was able to find out that even for all the strength he had gained from his weight, and resistance training, he would always be someone more build for speed then pure strength.

Though that wasn't to say he was a slouch in anyway when it came to strength, not in the least bit, the goblins wouldn't let him be; it was just he would always be slim and built more for speed the bulking out for strength. Seeing as no matter what the goblins did Harry never seemed to bulk out with muscles and instead the muscles he did have simply got harder; keeping the slim build he always had before.

Though unlike he was before Harry did have actual muscle on him instead of the near stick thin figure he had when he had first come to them asking for training. As the goblins said, he was built similar to a cat; which Harry found rather ironic given the Animagus form he got later on. Seeing as it was pretty far from anything cat like.

Not to mention, while he knew how to use a sword well enough for a goblin to say he was slightly above a novices; which is almost a complement from them. As well as be rather handy with daggers, be they throwing or not, he found himself better, and preferring, to using bladed fans; which he now had several of in various different sizes on his body.

Not to mention he also liked to use senbon needles, for longer distance fighting; when he wasn't using his magic that is. And because of his medical training, both magical and muggle, Harry knew just where to hit to cause the maximum amount of damage with either one of his preferred weapons.

He also found out that despite the fact that he had been very good at both defense and offensive magic during the war, if only because he needed the both of them to actually survive. That wasn't where his talents in magic truly laid, at least not when it came to the instinctual talent he had in another branch of magic.

Seeing as once Harry had the opportunity to truly apply himself into magic, without anyone there to hold him back or restrict him from learning, Harry found when it came to magic his talents truly shinned through, when it came to warding, runes and surprisingly, or not surprising all things considered, healing.

However, Harry thought the biggest shock, to him at least, when it came to training was finding out what his Animagus form was. Something he felt must have changed in some way when he combined with the venom from the Basilisk form, and the Phoenix tears that had been in his body. Though the smile the goblins gave when they found out just what happed because of those two things still sent a shiver of terror to go down his body.

What had happened was he had found out his Animagus form was that of a pygmy dragon, a pygmy Peruvian vipertooth dragon to be exact. When Harry found this out, he was over the moon, he had a deadly Animagus form, and it was a deadly from.

Seeing as even if it was a pygmy dragon, it was still by no need small. Being the size of a smaller sized horse compared to the normally larger than a house that a normal Peruvian vipertooth usually was. Best yet, it was an Animagus form that could fly, something that always represented freedom to Harry; so he was delighted that he could now do so whenever he willed it.

However, when combined with the Basilisk venom that was now forever in his blood it had a rather interesting effect. One that became active once Harry had transformed back from his Animagus form the first time he had managed to full transform into said Pygmy dragon form.

The goblins had found out before, due to the Basilisk venom he was now immune to all different types of venom, which really helped with the poison training. But for some reason once he had transformed into his Peruvian vipertooth form, and then back into his human form, the Basilisk venom decided to now do more. And by that Harry meant now he could literally spit a powerful venom if he truly wanted to.

Venom, that was a combination of basilisk venom and the Peruvian vipertooth's venom. It seemed to rather he was in his dragon form or in his human form his spit was simply venomous; powerfully venomous. At least it was when he willed it to be, or had a strong enough emotion force it.

Harry once he found this out was just glad both his Animagus form, and the Basilisk, didn't take a more physically noticeable effect on him and simply decided to use the fact he could now spit venom to his advantage.

Which was why Harry now usually had a senbon needle in his mouth at all times sucking on it and coating it with the venom he now always had in him. Though the goblin had made him make an antidote for said poison, which after some testing Harry actually found to be in his blood, where the phoenix tears still resided. Making him rather happy it wasn't his tears like it would be with a Phoenix as he wasn't sure he could make himself cry on demand; not when he felt he was all cried out as it was.

One of the more interesting facts, one of the most recent things Harry had found out in fact, having only found out quite literally just weeks before all his training had ended. Was the fact that as he turned eighteen, he had somehow come of the powers of an element.

Not an extremely powerful one, and only able to do the basics with both wind and water, but an element none the less. And this meant even in the last couple of weeks of his training there was no rest for him.

In fact, to the very last minute he was going to be in the time chamber Harry found himself being pushed once more to and past his limit; yet again. Leaving Harry once more cursing the fact he had asked to goblins to train him all those years ago.

Even as he knew it would be worth it; even with what it had cost him. Because honestly Harry knew if he had been given a second chance Harry would make the same request of the goblins; without a moment hesitation despite the sheer hell they had put him through.

Though even knowing this there was something else Harry knew, and that was as soon as he was out of this chamber Harry planning on getting the rest of what he owned, the rest of whatever was in his vaults before heading right to the veil. As there was no way he was going to leave what had been left to him, by those who called him their family, to the hands of those traitors; not if he could do anything about it, he wouldn't be.

But yes, he was still going to be leaving, hoping to head to wherever his mother had gone to before, and where his supposed father was supposed to be at. Even if he couldn't help but wonder about how his father would react, or if he would even believe the fact, he had an eighteen-year-old son.

Especially since when last this Mihawk, as he believed his mother called his so-called father, knew the last he had seen Lily was only about two years ago; at least according to the letter it would be. Meaning even if Harry had been telling the truth in Mihawk's eyes he should only be a little over a year old.

At the same time even as he thought this there was one last thought that haunted him, one that had been haunting him since he had first read his mother's letter, since he thought back to the veil. And that was how he should feel about the fact he could currently go through the veil without a sacrifice, or at least not a large of a sacrifice, because of the death of Sirius. Who had gone through the veil as a sort of sacrifice during the end of Harry's fifth year.

Which, according to his mother's notes, caused the veil to use his magic, his very life force, as a way to power itself. Meaning that it was only because of the death of the only father figure he could remember knowing, he would actual be able to see the one who was truly his father by blood; while at the same time hopefully be getting the freedom he had been craving so badly.