Harry leapt back, determined. "Wow, this is... interesting. But we need a better place to train."
"Yes, I know just the place." The giant snapped his fingers and the area around them changed to a peaceful garden with lots of sunflowers, roses, and lilacs around a round pond. THe toads croaked and the snakes slithered in the pond.
On one side of the pond was the giant, aka Fawkes the phoenix. On the other side of the pond was Harry Potter, who immediately decided to take the offensive, grabbing both swords over his head - heavy swords they were too - and leaping across the pond by fueling magic in his feet. It was an exhausting trick, and only could be used a few times because the magical toll was a lot. Harry swung the two blades at the gaint, aka Fawkes.
Fawkes deftly dodged and punched Harry in the stomach. "Oof," Harry cried out as he fell into the pond. Immedately the snakes leapt at him and bit chunks of flesh, injected painful venom, and generally did their best to make Harry's life miserable.
"Oi, what the hell!" Harry cried out as he dragged himself from the pond. Fawkes intercepted and painfully kicked Harry on the head so he was flung back into the pond once again. "This is training, if you can't deal with it... too bad." Fawkes said, smirking cruelly.
Harry went to the other side of the pond and dragged himself out of it. "This is really inhuman, you know," He snarled as he threw the snakes that had attached themselves to him with their fangs back into the lake. "Really inhuman. But you should understand, I was trained by Lord VOldemort himself for a while..." He dropped the swords on the forest floor and picked up the wand from the hostler at his wrist. "This is going to be fun," he said and turned around to face Fawkes.
Fawkes the giant was looking impassively at Harry. "Magic doesn't work on the necromancers," he said at last.
"But it works on you, right?" Harry asked.
"No," Fawkes replied. "I am much stronger than you in the ways of magic, having lived for thousands of years and being a magical creature myself."
"Oh," Harry said, sounding dissapointed. Then he brightened up. "I'll test it myself," he said, smirking widely and then he waved his wand as if he were slashing with his sword. "Vocturus Imudin," he said. A red hot sizzling bolt of light unleashed itself going toward Fawkes.
The giant raised two fingers, his index finger and his thumb, and squashed the incoming bolt of light as if he were squashing a bug. "Pick up your swords," Fawkes said. "And don't waste time."
"Fine," Harry grumbled, "Will the snakes harm me?"
"What do you think, boy?" Fawkes said.
Harry shrugged.
"This place is imaginary, in your mind, in my mind. Your body will stay the same, but it is your mind that must be trained. Your mind must make the right neural connections when it comes to fighting, do you understand?"
Harry shook his head.
"Your mind has millions of nerves all connected to each other. These are called nueral connections. Everytime we do anything in life we make a nueral connection. You need to make nueral connections to grow stronger and more skillful, and the only way you can do that is through harsh training." Fawkes said. "This will hurt, Harry."
Harry sighed, "At least I will grow stronger from this ordeal."
"Indeed," said Fawkes and then charged and gave Harry an upper cut on the jaw. "Didn't I tell you to pick up your sword?" Fawkes said, back in his same starting position.
Harry got to his feet, and touched his jaw. It hurt. Then it started healing almost instantenously, just like the snake bites.
"You walked on water," Harry said, wide eyed. "How the bloody hell did you do that?"
Fawkes smirked, "Training, boy. Trianing."
Harry picked up the two swords, and narrowed his eyes. "I've trained all my life to be as strong as I can possibly be, I won't give in to some puffed up bird." He charged, leaping over the pond. The snakes tried to bite his feet but he was too far up for them. THen he slashed downward at the giant.
Once again Fawkes dodged, this time delivering a roundhouse kick that made Harry land in the water again.
"Ow ow ow!" Harry screamed as he was bitten by rabid snakes. "Dammit!"
"This is training, Harry. This is painful." Fawkes said. "But after the three years are over, you will be stronger, tougher, and harder than you have ever been before. And I will be your constant companion for three years."
"Until I defeat the necromancers?"
"Precisely." Fawkes said. "You aren't good enough to be a full time master, sorry."
Harry grumbled to himself. "Thank god I don't have an overgrown turkey..."
Fawkes seemed not to hear, or he just ignored it. "In the meantime, your needs will be met of course. You will have no need for sleep, food, or water. So we will train twenty hours a day."
"You mean twenty four?"
"No, twenty. Four hours a day will be the time required to get you educated - you will learn mathematics, history, science, art, and stuff like that."
"Not magic?" Harry asked.
"Who cares about magic?" Fakwes replied annoyed. "That doesn't work on necromancers, don't you remember?"
"Oh... right." Harry said. Fawkes cared about one thing only and that was to get rid of the necromancers. To Fawkes, Harry was just a tool to be discarded, or kept in storage if he chose the light.
It seemed to Harry that Fawkes didn't like him very much...
The giant (aka Fakwes) ran up to Harry and thwacked him on the forehead. "Pay attention." Then he ran back, and Harry saw clearly, he ran OVER the water.
Harry sighed. It was going to be a long three years.
NEXT CHAPTER: THREE YEARS LATER.
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