sorry i lied people, i said that there would be hp/dm and i promise there will be in the next one its just it didn't fit!!

disclaimer: if i only had harry potter!, then i could RULE THE WORLD MWAHAHAHA. sadly im a lowly being.

Chapter 3…

He looked around at the empty chamber, every now and again was tunnels, twisting this way and that. He started right away first installing surround sound through all the tunnels, then colouring all the walls in black and crimson adding a wall of posters and writing, he had started this in his apartment, he wrote his lyrics all over the walls of the places he stayed, he didnt know why, it just always made a place feel like home to him, from there he added leather sofas, a TV, a grand bed with dark oak wood and black covers with cushions, then he added all his things from his bag's which includes; his guitar, loads upon loads of emo hair products, books, clothes, and the odd thing.

He looked around after a few seconds, at his handy work. With a satisfied look he sat down onto his bed and with one sweep of his eyes turned on the surround sound, which blasted enter shikari.

After a few hours of lazing around he falls asleep…he dreamt of a dark room with a rhythm flowing through a closed door he could nearly hear lyrics of a song but it was drowned out, the place felt like the room in the back of a bar he had been working in once. At first he didn't know what to do, then suddenly the door open flooding music and life through into the dark room, he could see a dark shape of a person at the door shouting at him, but no matter how close he got, or how hard he tried to listen he couldn't for the life of him hear, or see the man.

Then the man shook his head and began to close the door. "Noooooooo" he shouted but the man did not hear him.

Harry woke, sweating and panting; he got up from his bed and, with a swish from his hand, cooled the room down.

Then he moved from his bed towards the make-shift kitchen, were he made himself a mug of coffee, he then opened a small blue case, pulled out a ciagrette, he sat down on the leather sofa, turned on the T.V to some random program which, after a while, lost his interest and harry let his mind wonder. He should really go back up and talk to them calmly and respectively.

'nah' he thought out load. then he giggled at his foolishness, turning off the TV, he moved to another room full of weird machines, with a ton of different swords and knives, with a wordrobe on the side, the room was in the middle of all the tunnels.

He planned out his day; first things first he was going to work out, then practise his magic, shooting, and then meditating for the rest of the time he had left. He had started meditating when he stayed in a temple for a short time in Japan, he remembered that he had lost his way when he was looking for some rare flowers and stumbled apon a small temple, and there he learned very valuable things, like how meditating can help you how to control your emotions and your mind how to stay calm, to come to a peaceful state.

He sighed, and opened a wordrobe on the side of the room found some suitable clothes and started jogging around the twirling and twisting corners. After his jog, he did press ups and push ups.

After a small work out he moved on to his magic, he sat down on the cold floor of the chamber and moved his eyes a fraction to the left and then suddenly, to the left of him a ball of fire appeared, it moved up, twisting and moving into each other flame, the ball grow and grow, moving and twisting till it formed a shape that looked some what like a human, all the time Harry did not move, nor take his eyes away from the fire human. a small amont of sweat was starting to form on his brow, he ignored this fully concentrated on the fire human. the fire human was standing boldly with the fire movng and wisping under harrys control, then harry let his control drop.

Fire flew right towards Harry, he dogged it with practised ease, then the fire human ran toward Harry, and the games began. Harry had learned that he could do anything with his mind but at the beginning he never knew it would be that hard, he learned to channel magic through other objects first then he moved on to hand movements, then to smaller movements, but no one had tried magic with a thought before Harry not even his trainer, jacque, the ruler of the vampires, had such complete control as harry, he had told harry that because he was a vampire it caused his wizard powers not to develop to the same point as harry, though he was stronger because of his vampire magic, vampire magic was a completely different thing to wizards.

And now he works on making living things with the smallest of movements, a movement of the eye, so small it is not noticeable. No other person in history had tried this not even Merlin well that was what he was told by jacque anyway. jacque was harrys closest friend during his time in that realm. he wasnt really a friend either, they had a rather...close friendship, while they never mentioned it, it happened quite a few times. he was harrys first and though harry was never in love with him, he would never forget him.

After he finished off the fire man with a hit to the head, he went to his shoulder bag and got out two guns (A/N: I don't know a lot about guns sorry) and with a small flicker of his eyes 4 shadow like figures appeared. And he got to work on that. Stace had got him a gun when they were attacked in America; it was the newest thing he had got into. And he loves it! When he finished he went and moved to the floor again, but this time he closed his eyes and focused in his breathing. Soon after 2 hours he had entered his subconscious, he worked on clearing his mind and calming himself.

After 11 hours of meditating and a day more of training, Harry put on his black drainpipes, a grey and black starry shirt and a velvet jacket, with purple converse, took a hour on his hair and his face.

Then he took a deep breath, and walked toward the entrance.