Angelic Wings

By

Black Rose

Chapter Six: Waterfall Trials

The door to Harry's room opened, and a black haired girl walked in to see that he was already awake and looking out the window. She walked up to him and looked out the window as well.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

Harry looked down at the little girl and realised that she was the one that made the butterfly from the rose.

He smiled at her and replied, "I was just thinking about my training and what it will be like."

"Oh, mother asked me to tell you to meet her at the waterfall after you eat," she told him with a little giggle.

"Thank you, I was just on my way down," he said turning and walking to the door with the girl following him.

As the two walked down stairs and into the kitchen, and saw that the other children were eating, Creda was just setting here watching them. She looked up and saw them walking in.

"Good morning Harry, did Anthea give you mother' s message?" she asked him with a kind smile.

He just nodded, sat at the end of the table and eat. After he was done eating, he thanked Creda for the food and walked out the back door, into the rose garden, and over to the waterfall where Levia was waiting for him. He stopped in front of her and she smiled at him.

"Good Morning Harry, are you ready to start your training?"

Harry was a little worried about this. Levia saw this and sat down in front of the waterfall.

"Harry, don't worry about the training, all your going to be doing for now is getting your body is shape. Then we'll work on your mind, and then we'll work on your soul, alright?"

Harry nodded his head, feeling slightly better.

"Harry, this will not be easy at all," Levia warned him. "If it makes you fill any better, your friends will be getting training too."

Harry looked at her, shocked.

"What?"

"Harry, your friends Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville are also getting training, but don't worry about that right now."

Harry was having a hard time with this information; his friends where getting training, but why were they getting training? What did this have to do with them? Levia saw this was not helping, so she tried something different.

"Harry, you need to listen to me; your friends will be fine, I need you to try to keep your mind on your training, alright?"

Harry looked into her eyes, a feeling of calm coming over him.

"I'll try my best," he replied.

"Good, because I'm not going to go easy on you at all, do you understand?"

He just nodded his head.

"Good. This waterfall is your first training, if you would please stand in front of it."

Harry did what he was told and stood in front of it. He could feel the cold water on his face.

"Now walk into it," she told him.

Harry did what he was told, moving right under the waterfall itself. He could feel is body becoming ice-cold and the next thing that he knows was he was on the ground with the water pushing him down.

"Damn, I didn't think that it would be that strong, and my body feels like an ice cube," he thought.

Harry put his hands in front of him and tries to push him self up, but found that it was very hard with the weight of the water pushing him down.

Levia watched him try get up again and again, but every time he fell back down. He even tried to roll out of the water but again the weight was holding him there. She had always known that this was going to be hard on him, but he was making it ever harder.

"Harry, think of the water as your soul; something is pushing your soul down so far that you yourself can't get back up. Think about what is making you feel cold, and what is making your soul so heavy. If you can answer these questions then you should be able to move more freely," she told him.

He moved his head a little and looked at her.

"I thought you said I was just going to work on get my body shape. You didn't say anything about fucking with my mind: people have been doing that all my life, and I'm sick of it" he yelled at her. He tried again to move, but found that he still couldn't.

Levia looked on, still smiling, which caused Harry to become even more infuriated.

"What are you smiling about?!"

"I'm smiling, Harry, because you're getting so worked up and all that energy that you're using could be going to something more useful, like getting up or trying to get out of there."

She turned and started to walk away. Harry's anger was getting the best of him now.

"Yes, walk away just like everyone else in my life. You're no different from all the others!"

The mother stopped, a sad expression coming onto her face, "Harry, know that I will always be with you, but you need to learn that you're the one holding yourself back. You must overcome your grief ; until that time you will see nothing but anger and sadness"

She started to walk again and yelled back to him, "I will send one of my children to get you when its time for bed," she told him and walked back into the house.

Harry was so angry now that he was trying with all his energy to get up, fighting constantly against the water. He did this for a long time, until his body was cold and tired. He looked up at the house and started to get angry again.

"Who the hell does she think she is? I never ask for this, I just wait to be normal, I just wanted to be like everyone else, but no, I have to be the Boy who Lived, damn it!" He thought, trying to get up again, but found that it was getting harder and harder to move, until he couldn't move at all.

"Damn it, I used all my energy, just because I couldn't keep my cool. What on Earth is going on here?" he asked to no-one really.

He closed his eyes; he felt so cold that he just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up again. He heard what sounded like feet walk up to him and stop. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Creda standing in front of him.

"Hello Harry, mother said it's time to come in," she told him.

Harry tried to laugh at her, but found out that he couldn't move at all, not even his mouth.

He closed his eyes again.

Creda looked at him, a sad smile on her face. She moved into the water and slowly pulled him out. She then picked him up, walked to the house, then went up to his room, and put him into his bed.

She looked on for a while, then walked over to the window.

"Harry, your heart his cold, and the anger and sadness you have is making the water do that to you. I just hope that in time you see some happiness," she thought.

The next morning Harry woke up still feeling cold. He looked around and saw that he was in his room. He sat up, looked around for his glasses, found them, put them on, and got out of bed. A knock comes from the door. He looked at it, walked over to it and opened it a little to see a young girl with brownish-green eyes and blonde hair. He looked at her and smiled, and she smiled back.

"Good morning Harry, mother has ask me to tell you that your training will start again in about an hour from now."

Harry didn't know if he wanted to go back to training or just stay in his room away from everyone. The little girl saw look on his face and giggled.

Harry looked back at her, and asked "Why are you giggling?"

The blonde girl just smiled, "Harry, I had the same thoughts when I was training, and its somewhat funny looking at someone else thinking the same thing."

"How did you know what I was thinking?"

The little girl giggled again.

"I didn't, but you're face told me what you were thinking."

Harry took this information in. Then he felt something take his hand, he looked down and saw the blonde haired girl holding his hand and smiling at him. She started to walk down the hall, taking Harry with her.

The two of them walked through the kitchen to the garden where the waterfall was. As they got closer to it, they could see the children playing in the waterfall with Levia and Creda watching over them. The two older women turned their heads to him and smiled.

"Good morning Harry, sleep well?" the mother asked.

Harry just nodded as he looked on and saw that the children were walking in and out of the waterfall, where he couldn't even move.

"How are the children moving so freely in the water, but I couldn't even move that much?" he asked, trying to think about what he was doing wrong.

Creda got up from her spot and walked over to him.

"Harry, children can see a light in everything that adults lose over time; you must find that light again."

"Find my light?" he asked.

"Yes, it's a light that lives in all of us; you never unlocked this light because of all the experienced at a young age, but that doesn't mean it's not there."

"And if I find this light, I'll stand under the water fall and not fall?" Harry asked, still a little confused.

"In a way yes, but to find this light you most let everything go: that means your friends, the death of your godfather, everything, and only then will you be able to find your light."

"But why forget everything that means something to me?"

Creda walked back over to her mother and sat down.

"Harry, to hold all that is in your soul will one day kill you, and don't say that you're already a dead man. Just listen to your soul and walk back under the waterfall," she told him.

Harry didn't know what to think; with prophecy saying that he has to kill or be killed, didn't that mean he was going to die anyway?

"Harry, go back under the waterfall and listen," Levia told him.

He walked over to the waterfall, and stepped into it and again fell to the ground. It was cold again, and heavy. One of the children walked up to him and smiled at him. He didn't get mad this time, but a sad feeling was coming over him.

"Why can't I get up, what do I listen to?"

Harry closes his eyes, and lessons to what every came to him. He could hear the children playing, and the water running on top of him. He then waited a while and he could hear his heart.

"Creda said to let everything go, but then what am I holding on to? Why live if there is nothing for me to live for?"

He opened his eyes a little and saw one of the boys playing a game with two of the girls. He moved his eyes and saw Creda and Levia watching them.

"A child lives a life to understand things and to become something they want to be. They are carefree, to what happen around. Yes, they may get mad, hurt, or even upset, but a little time later they forget, or even forgive what happens to them, because they don't understand what is happening or they don't let it bother them," said a woman's voice.

After hearing these, he closes his eyes, and lessons to his heart again. He breathed in and slowly pushed himself up. He took it in little by little. On the way up he thinks

"I may never had a childhood that I wanted, but I learned to be a good person. I must learn to walk again, learn to deal with my problems."

He hears someone saying that he was standing. His eyes started to open a little at a time.

He looked down and saw that he was standing, then looked around and found that everyone was watching. Then he felt it, the weight of the world on his shoulders, the prophecy, the death of his godfather, and his friends. He fell back down. He could everyone around him laughing.

He started to laugh as well, but a part of him knew that he had a long time before he could even stand without trying, though he did manage to stand for a while.

"You see Harry, you can do it. You also know this is going to take time, don't you? People can't let everything go in one day" Levia tells him.

"Right," was all he said before he got up to try again.

A/N- Thanks for reading I hope everyone is enjoying the story, because I am. The training has begun. Please review, and thanks to the people that have already---- Black Rose