Harry awoke the next morning to Dumbledore walking into his bedroom. Harry rubbed his eyes and looked around before noticing Dumbledore entering the door.

"Good morning Harry," said Dumbledore as he closed the door to the room.

"Good morning sir," Harry said groggily as he stretched. "What time is it?"

"It is just past seven in the morning."

"Why are you here at seven in the morning, and more importantly, why am I awake this early during the summer holidays," asked Harry with a irritated tone in his voice.

"I do apologize for the early hour, but I have spoken with my colleagues in the Department of Mysteries and they would like to meet with you today."

"And when did they decide this," asked Harry.

"I received word from them around an hour ago."

Before Harry could voice his irritation any further, Cyrus came into the room.

"Harry, I just got word that…" he stopped when he noticed Dumbledore in the room as well. "Ah. I see he let you know before me." This had Harry confused as Cyrus sounded irritated that Dumbledore knew something before himself.

"He sent me an owl this morning," replied Dumbledore.

"Who is he," asked Harry.

"One of the Unspeakables, the keepers of the Department of Mysteries," said Dumbledore.

"In particular, my father," said Cyrus. "He knew that I was here with you and that I am actively working with you to train you, but I am the last to get any communications."

"I believe he communicated to me first as I would have to travel here whereas you are already here and need less time," Dumbledore tried to reassure Cyrus. Harry could tell that Cyrus and his father seemed to have issues.

"Well, either way, why is he waiting to the last minute to decide he wants to meet with me at this early morning, and on a weekend?"
"The Unspeakables always seem to do things on their own time," said Cyrus. "It is never easy to make plans with a member of that group. The best we can do is get ready and head over there."

"Wonderful," said Harry as he crawled out of his bed. He can wait until I get a shower first."

"I think we need to get going now," said Dumbledore.

"No. They wanted to wait and tell me anything, they can wait for me to get there," said Harry. "You can go tell them what I said and Cyrus can take me once I am ready." Dumbledore could tell that Harry was not in a pleasant mood and it was best not to push the issue. He nodded and walked out the door.

"I would love to see my father's face when Dumbledore relays that message," said Cyrus.

"I take it you two don't get along."

"It is complicated," said Cyrus. "My father was incredible when I was younger and growing up. It was after I told him that I did not want to follow in his footsteps that he became cold and distant with me."

"How is his relationship with your daughters?"

"He loves them. It is only me that he is a jerk to. It is nothing you need to worry about."

"Well, if he starts being an ass to you in front of me, he is going to find out that I can be an ass too," said Harry with a grin.

"Try not to get under his skin too much. I don't need him to distance himself from the girls because of our actions."

"I'll behave as best as I can."

Cyrus smiled and left Harry's room so that the teenager could get ready. Cyrus waited in the kitchen sipping his morning tea. He saw Mr. Granger walk into the kitchen, grab a cup of coffee, and quickly leave the room before Harry arrived. The two still had not talked since their encounter the day before. It was something that was going to need to be addressed before things became too uncomfortable for Hermione and her mother, not to mention the rest of the occupants of the house.

Harry came down looking clean and more awake. He was greeted by Frederick who had Harry's morning coffee in a to go mug.

"Let's get this over with," said Harry. "And if they do not let me finish my coffee, they will find out how powerful I can be when I am angry."

"I think they all understand the need for an individual's morning caffeine," said Cyrus. "We will be traveling by Floo."

"Oh goodie," said Harry sarcastically.

"I take it you are not a fan."

"I will need you to hold my coffee. I am not the most graceful person when it comes to magical travel," replied Harry as he handed the mug to Cyrus. "What is the destination?"

"Ministry of Magic Foyer."

Harry walked over to the Floo, grabbed a handful of powder, but before he could say anything, he thought about where he needed to go, and the green flames that had become part of his identity engulfed him and he vanished. Cyrus quickly grabbed the powder and threw it into the floo calling out his destination. He vanished from the manor and arrived at his destination and found Harry standing there, still holding the powder.

"Ummm….I really need to get control of this," said Harry.

"What did you do before you left," asked Cyrus.

"I thought about where I needed to go, and suddenly, here I am."

"Were you angry about coming here?"

"I'm irritated, but that is just because it is too early in the morning and the last minute invite. I'm not angry."

"Hopefully my father and his colleagues will be able to help figure all of this out. Let's not keep them any longer," said Cyrus as he handed Harry his mug. Harry followed behind Cyrus, sipping his coffee, and trying not to focus on the bad memories that he very recently experienced. Cyrus realized this and started talking to Harry about some of his memories with Harry's parents, trying to keep the teenager's mind distracted as they travelled through the halls that Harry had only a couple of weeks ago fought against Voldemort for the fourth time.

It was not long until they approached a solid wall. Harry was surprised when Dumbledore and another older wizard walked through the wall.

"Welcome Lord Potter-Black," said the cloaked wizard as he extended his hand. Harry shook his hand. Harry shook the mans hand. He could tell that he was Cyrus' father. The resemblance was in the face.

"Thank you. So why did we decide to wake me on this much needed day of rest at this ungodly hour," asked Harry, his voice dripping with sarcasm and irritation.

"We wanted to make sure that you we got to you before you began using up any energy. We also understand that you manifest your newer gifts when you are angry."

"So you decided to surprise me with a very shitty wake up was the best course of action. Wonderful. Let's get this over with. I have things I would like to do today besides being here."

Dumbledore looked in shock at Harry. The boy had never shown this much attitude before. He was worried that this was the new power that Harry had corrupting the boy. The three followed the Unspeakable through the wall. On the other side was a large chamber with target dummies all along the walls. They were the same type of dummies Harry and Dumbledore's Army had used.

"We want to get some base line readings on your spells. We want to look at your simple spells and then progress up to your most powerful spells," explained the Unspeakable.

"Great. What do I call you anyways?"

"You can all me Nullus."

"Really dad? Nobody," said Cyrus while shaking his head.

"At least I know you paid attention to your Latin lessons," retorted Nullus. "In here, I am Nullus. Now Mr. Potter…"

"Lord Potter," Harry said correcting Nullus. "If we are using titles, then we should use mine."

Nullus looked irritated at the young lord. "Very well, Lord Potter. Now, stand in the center of the chamber and cast Lumos as powerful as you can."

Harry walked to the center of the room as instructed. He pulled out his wand and gave it a flick. Soon, a bright light illuminated the entire chamber, causing the others in the room to shield their eyes.

"We only wanted a basic Lumos," said Nullus.

"That is only Lumos," said Harry. He then put the light out. "I guess my brighter would be painful for all to see at this time."

"Apparently," said Cyrus.

"I haven't done any magic since that night," said Harry. "I was told to rest."

"Good thing we are doing these tests then," said Nullus.

"And in a controlled environment," added Dumbledore.

"So, what's next," asked Harry.

The next thirty minutes were spent having Harry displaying the most basic spells. Every single spell was stronger than anything he had ever cast before. His levitate spell sent the chair flying to the ceiling and shattering upon impact.

"Well, this has been interesting so far," said Harry. "What do you want me to overpower next?"

"Getting cocky are we," asked Nullus.

"No. Just stating a fact based off past experience. Recent experiences."

"I understand you can cast a fully corporeal patronus."

"I can verify that he can. I have seen it," said Dumbledore.

"This should be interesting," thought Harry. He focused on his happiest memory, but quickly realized that it was not what it had been before. Suddenly, he had images of the girls running through his head. Images of each girl smiling. All of their eyes. He was filled with emotions he had never truly experienced before. He waved his wand and whispered "Expecto Patronum." A bright light erupted from his wand as his Patronus took shape. Harry stood in shock as he looked at his Patronus. Everyone in the room watched as a massive dragon flew around the chamber. It was the most solid form anyone had ever seen.

"Something is wrong," said Harry as he let the dragon vanish.

"What is wrong with that," asked Nullus.

"That is not my Patronus."

"It most definitely was yours," retorted Nullus.

"You don't understand, that is not the form of my Patronus."

"His Patronus had taken the form of a stag previously, just like his father," stated Dumbledore. "This is not something that is unheard of. I have known many a witch and wizard whose Patronus' changed due to various circumstances."

"It seems that magic has decided that you needed something more suited to your new status," said Cyrus.

"Ah, the Caput Draconis," said Nullus.

Harry looked at Nullus in confusion. Cyrus recognized the confused look. "He has not had Latin lessons like I did and my girls did."

"That is a shame. Caput Draconis is Latin for Head of the Dragon," explained Nullus. "That would possibly explain the change in Patronus."

"Speaking of that, have you made any discoveries into how I do what I do in regards to the green flame stuff," asked Harry.

"No. That was part of the reason we wanted to get you angry this morning," explained Nullus. "All reports state that it only happened when you were in an extremely angry state or when your anger was gradually increasing."

"It happened this morning, but I wasn't angry, just irritated."

"What exactly happened," asked Dumbledore.

"I was getting ready to do my least favorite magical travel. I grabbed the floo powder and was getting ready to throw it in the floo. Next thing I knew, I was standing in the foyer, still holding the powder."

"Did you do anything before you vanished from the manor," asked Nullus.

"I handed Cyrus my coffee mug so I wouldn't spill it, asked him where it was that I needed to go, and then thought about it for a moment. Then poof, here I arrived."

Nullus conjured a chair and thought about what Harry had told him and thought about all other instances that had happened before. He called over Dumbledore and Cyrus as Harry took a seat on the ground. He thought about his new patronus. His previous patronus was the only connection he had to his father. He may have looked like James, but according to everyone, he acted more like Lily. He was in his own head when Cyrus interrupted him.

"You ok," asked Cyrus.

"Just thinking, which is never a good thing with me. I tend to over think the things I don't need to."

"It happens to the best of us. Anyways, we have come to a conclusion if you would like to join us."

Harry stood up and followed Cyrus to the table that had been conjured. He sat in the chair next to Cyrus and across from Dumbledore.

"The three of us, and a few of my colleagues," began Nullus, "have determined that we do not have enough data to make an educated guess as to how you conjure and use the green flames."

"All that time you all spent gathered around, and you came to the conclusion that you have nothing," said Harry with frustration. "I got woken up ass early in the morning to run tests and then get told that we are not sure how you do what you do."

"Your situation is one I have never seen before, and I have never read about before. Nothing like this has happened that anyone can tell," explained Dumbledore. "We have read journals and manuscripts from times before Merlin. There is absolutely nothing in them that is helpful."

"We have tomes that date back to ancient Egypt in here. We have been going over them day and night," said Nullus. "Ever since that book opened up to the prophecy, our entire workforce has been dedicated to this issue."

"So how do I learn to control something that I have no idea how to make happen?"

"Time," said Cyrus. "That is all we can do now is give it time. This summer, you will be learning all sorts of things. One thing that we will be starting tomorrow is Occlumency. That will help with things like patience and spell control."

"And anger management," said Harry.

"Hopefully," said Cyrus.

"What about my increased spell power?"

"That is going to take training and control," said Dumbledore. "You will need to practice how to focus your magic and how to release the correct amount of power. Like Cyrus stated, Occlumency will help with this as well."

"Well, is there anything else we need to do here today," Harry asked Nullus.

"I think we need you to gain better control before we test your stamina," said Nullus. "Maybe add in some physical training for him this summer."

"Already planned on it," said Cyrus. "We have come up with a schedule that will allow Harry to get all the training he needs, but also allow him to be a normal teenager."

"He is not a normal teenager," said Nullus.

"Just because I have all of these titles that I did not ask for does not mean that I am not normal! I sleep a lot, eat a lot, grow outrageously, have hormone issues, and girl problems just like any other teenage boy my age. My entire life, I have been called a freak. All I have ever wanted was to be normal, or at least as normal as I can be considering I am a wizard!"

Nullus' eyes grew as Harry started to yell at him. He was witnessing first hand the glowing eyes of Harry as well as his body being covered in green flames. The issue that Cyrus realized quickly was that none of the girls were there to calm him down. Nothing else had worked before.

"Harry, you are giving him a perfect demonstration of what happens when someone pisses you off," yelled Cyrus. "Now might be a good time to work on control. Try treating this like casting your Patronus. Focus on your happy memory."

They watched as Harry closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Slowly, the flames dissipated.

"I truly am sorry Lord Potter," said Nullus. "I did not mean any disrespect by my comment. I was only trying to explain that you are not normal, even for a wizard. You are extraordinary. You are more powerful than probably anyone in this room. You also have tasks before you that none of us truly understand. I am at a loss on how you are going to defeat Voldemort. We know how he lived, but not much more than that. All we have are guesses."

"Yeah. About that," said Harry. "I may have some more information about those."

Cyrus, Dumbledore, and Nullus sat in amazement as Harry explained to them the conversation he had with Death the night before. He left out the part about the wand, realizing he was not ready to have something like that. He needed to gain control first. After he explained everything, the four of them developed a preliminary plan for eliminating the horcuxes.