A/N okay, so here's chapter 2, I'm kind of writing on the fly, just chucking down what comes into my head, so if you have any questions to what may happen in the future, I may not have an answer :P Again, please review, tell me where I'm going wrong etc. also because this is all on the fly, I am open to suggestions. Cheers!

Harry Potter, duelist Extraordinaire

Chapter 2

"Woah what the fuck?" Harry cried out, jumping out of bed, cold and wet. Casting very hasty drying and warming charms, harry regarded a Rupert, who was too busy laughing to care, with a look that promised revenged. After calming himself down, Rupert finally spoke through heaving breaths, "Harry, you have to expect the unexpected, now, go for your run, I will prepare breakfast for you" Harry looked at his watch seeing the time he opened his mouth to argue, but was quickly cut off "Like I said, expect the unexpected, and sending you out for your run at 3 am is definitely unexpected, now go" Just as Harry was leaving his room, Rupert fired another jet of water at Harry, only this time, he dodged, and conjured a swarm of bees and directed them at his mentor. While Rupert was distracted, he cast the aguamenti charm at Rupert's feet and instantly froze it, leaving him stuck to the ground with bees swarming around his head. For good measure, he conjured honey and dumped it on the elder man's head. Harry made a swift escape before Rupert could free himself, and set off for his morning run, laughing all the way out of the house.

The young man once outside, completed his stretches and set off running. In just two weeks, his fitness had greatly improved, but he was still agitated that it seemed nothing was happening with his magic or spell casting ability. He pondered on this as he continued, pushing him self harder and harder. Running at a hard pace, that even many professional runners would struggle at, he was all of a sudden hit in the back of his legs by something rather large and rather heavy, and if the snarling was anything to go by, rather aggressive. Harry controlled his fall into a forward role and immediately jumped up and span 180 degrees to face his attacker. "Shite." was the only word that escaped his lips as he was faced with an acromantula, almost the size of that thrice damned pet of Hagrid's, Aragog. Harry could see the potent venom dripping from the large fangs of the attacker, and he knew he had to fight, no way would he be able to out run it. So Harry began in earnest.

Back at the chateau, Rupert was watching his young ward through a telescope. "Don't be silly boy, a stunning spell against a full grown acromantula, arse, where's your killer instinct?" Rupert's question was immediately answered as Harry launched himself into the air flipping over the massive creature, firing a boderlnie dark cutting curse at the huge head, gouging a valley through the flesh and into the skull, injuring the giant spider. This sent the animal into a blind rage, Harry capitilised on the un-coordinated movements and sliced the front two legs off before firing a blasting hex, launching the spider back 20 feet, giving him time and space to carefully aim another cutting curse, pouring more power into it this time, it cleanly took the head off the large beast, legs twitching slightly before it went completely still. "Good lad, we're getting there" Rupert said to no one in particular.

Back outside, Harry took a deep breath in, wondering whether he should head back or continue his run. That was until he heard the magnified voice of his mentor, "Keep running Harry, you aren't done yet, like I said, expect the unexpected" Harry shook his head in disbelief, Rupert had organized this. Harry's only reply was the two fingered salute before setting off again, being more careful this time though. However, the rest of his run was uninterrupted. When he returned to the kitchen, having hardly broken a sweat, he saw that a large, yet healthy breakfast of porridge, fruit and toast had been prepared. Upon spotting Rupert entering the kitchen, he immediately set about him, "You could have killed me you crazy old fucker, what the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Rupert merely laughed, "Calm down Spider Slayer, I was watching all the time, and may I say, other than the very weak stunner you opened with, you performed admirably, you are improving. You will be more than ready for next week's tournament." Harry looked skeptical, "But I don't feel any difference in my spell casting". His mentor sat and piled fruit into his bowl before answering "it's because you are improving you can't feel it, it's easier for you you see. But I tell you what, you don't believe me? Remember the dummies you fired on when we first started, and they recorded data on your speed, power and accuracy?" Harry nodded as he too helped himself to the fruit "We'll work on those again today and compare the results. How does that sound?" Pacified, Harry merely nodded and tucked into his breakfast.

"Okay Harry, so, as I explained to you the other week, these dummies record your scores out of 500, a normal wizard like, say your friend, Dean, from the intelligence corps, should be averaging around 200 on each. Stronger wizards, lets take, the late Alastor Moody, would be hitting about 300 to 350. Higher end magic users, like yourself, the late great Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle and if I do say so, myself, would be 400 plus. The last time, on Power, you scored a remarkable 420, only one person has ever beaten that, on record, and that was Albus, with 440, and he was 28 when he did that, so you have plenty of time, Accuracy, you scored, 408, again, very good. However, it was your speed that caught my eye, 469, the highest that I know of, again, on record. So, it's going to be hard to beat that anyway. But with all the hard we've put in, I'm sure we'll some improvements already, well I know for a fact we will, but for your piece of mind. But think of the long game Harry. If your hitting scores like that, think what you can do in say, 5 years time, 10, 20 years time. But shall we begin?" Harry nodded his head, grim determination written on every inch of his young, slightly bearded face. "Okay Harry, you know the drill, fire the stunning spell, as hard, fast and accurately as you can for five minutes. Aaaaaaannnddd, GO!"

Harry began at a furious pace, stunning spell after stunning spell. Allowing more power to seep into each one that left his wand. So committed to his task, focused on the bullseye on the dummy's heart he was, he didn't notice the golden glow he started to emit. Rupert's only visible reaction was his eyebrows disappearing somewhere into his hairline. Inside however was another story, he was both scared and excited. He'd never seen anything like this before, only heard tales of it. Legend has it, when Godric Gryffindor was dueling Salazar Slytherin, in that famous duel, all those years ago, this happened to Gryffindor, who somehow harnessed it, and fired it as a beam of pure magic at his foe. This was very interesting indeed, but, unless Harry noticed it, he would keep it to himself for now. Rupert knew he had long nights of research ahead of him.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Rupert called out "10 seconds left Harry!" Harry poured every last bit of energy he had, into his spells, he'd stopped vocalizing about 2 minutes ago, it was spending energy needlessly. As he fired his last spell, he let out a bellowing roar, reminiscent of his tiger animagus form and literally blasted the dummy to pieces. After getting his breath back, Harry looked at his mentor and had only one thing to say "Woah!" Rupert smiled proudly at the young man and put his hand on his shoulder, and looked deep into his emerald green eyes, still glowing with magic, "You see Harry, I don't think we need the actual results to see how much you've improved. But remember this doesn't make you a great duelist. Don't get me wrong, you are more than capable in a fight, but the guys on the circuit have been round the block, they know the tricks, what they can and can't get away with. In combat, I have no doubt that you'd wipe the floor with anyone, but that's no rules. These guys know the tricks, that's what we need to work in the run up to the world championships, so you and I shall start dueling against each other shortly. But, lets see your results." Rupert fixed the dummy and looked at the data, he couldn't hide the surprise on his face, so Harry immediately ran over. He couldn't believe it. It read:

Accuracy 427

Power 481

Speed 494

If Rupert was surprised, Harry was blown away, he couldn't believe it, but, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed by his accuracy. It was an incredible score, but still, it looked pathetically low to him compared to the others. The older man just looked at him seriously "Harry, I'm sure I don't need to tell you this, but with all this power, as the muggles say, comes great responsibility. But on a lighter note, you're going to be one hell of a handful, even without the tricks you're going to learn from me. But I think that's enough physical work for today. Go in and study for the rest of the day. No doubt you're slightly worn out."

A/N Okay, so that's chapter 2 done. Next chapter, the tournament, and we see an old acquaintance. Thanks for reading, if you enjoyed it, please review. If you didn't enjoy it, hell, review anyway. Until next time. Cheers!