(A/N): Hey Guys! So, fourth chapter tonight, yay! This is the 98th chapter, which means only two more until 100. I'm considering doing something special for the big 100, but I need suggestions. ?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Leo, Elaine, Shari, Nicholai, Brooke and Mia.

Leo

It had been a week since I and Elaine had talked in her backyard, and we had owled each other in the days since, but my father and Shari were keeping me too busy with training to go to Nottingham to see her again.

Shari was training me both normally, and in animagi transformation, so I was doubly preoccupied, and was always exhausted, on the verge of collapse, even.

I trained more with gymnastics, hand-to-hand combat, but what really interested me...was when we started training with weapons.

I probably wouldn't use proper weapons often, seeing as I could just use hand to hand, and my brute strength to overpower them, or, if at school or in a really dangerous situation, my wand, but it was still cool that I got to learn.

After all, what twelve, almost thirteen, year old boy doesn't want to learn how to use a knife?

"Please be careful Leo!" My father pleaded looking desperate as I threw the dagger he had given me into the air repeatedly, catching it by the handle after it had flipped a few times.

"I am being careful." I told him with a smirk, looking at him and not the twirling knife.

"At least look at what you're doing!" Shari scolded, but I continued to watch her instead of the knife.

"Don't need to." And I was right. I didn't need to watch the dagger to know where it would come down, or where to catch it. I could see it, sort of, from the corner of my eye, and I could feel the tiny amount of wind coming from the blade as it moved through the air on my skin, able to sense exactly how high it was and it's angle just by feel.

I tossed the dagger like a pro, letting it flip in the air each time, just for added thrill. It must look pretty, I speculated. I don't know why they're freaking out. This dagger wouldn't do much damage to me even if I were to miss. The dagger was small, and not very sharp. Besides, I would heal from such a small cut in a few minutes! Their fears were completely unfounded!

"Okay Leo, if you won't put the knife down, how about we move onto target practise?" Shari tried, and I felt the corner of my lips twitch up in a smug grin, while my father nodded, disappearing for a second or two before returning with two small circles painted with a target.

He used vampire speed, and reappeared an instant later on the other side of the field, by the tree line. He set the targets against trees, so they would stand on their own, and returned to stand near me.

"Just aim and fire, son." My father advised, and I smirked slightly, lining myself up with the target.

Even from here, the bright coloured targets were blatantly obvious, I didn't even need my Sensory Alert sight heightening to see the rings clearly. I held the knife by the tip of the blade, and steadied myself, spreading my feet to shoulder width so I would have greater balance, better aim.

I pulled my forearm back slightly, before whipping it forward again, releasing the dagger as my hand reached the place it had started, and watched as it catapulted through the air. As soon as I threw it, I knew I had missed the bulls-eye, but not by much. And, I had thrown it too hard.

All three of us used vampire speed to approach the target I had aimed for, and Shari wore a wide grin while my father looked shocked.

"You went straight through the target!" He exclaimed, and I shrugged, rubbing the back of my neck, wet with sweat as it was, with the pads of my fingers sheepishly.

"Sorry?" He stared at me like, 'oh, you're sorry? That makes it all better.'

"And straight into the tree behind. Nice!" Shari commented, holding up her hand for me to high-five, which I ignored in favour of examining the dagger, now buried to the hilt in the tree upon which the target was stationed.

"Keep going like this, and soon enough we won't have any tree's left." My father muttered, kicking the leaf-strewn dirt.

"We can always plant more." Shari replied, brushing his concerns off while resting a hand on my shoulder. "And hey, you almost got the target!" I shook my head, pulling the dagger from the trunk of the tree and moving back to the original throwing spot, using human speed, not vampire speed.

"I'd move if I were you." I warned them, and they took a step back from the targets. I drew back arm, and this time, I threw the dagger as hard as I could.

As I used vampire speed to cross to the tree line to see the results, I saw my father's eyes widen, and Shari raised an eyebrow.

"I told you he was strong." I heard her whisper, probably something I wasn't supposed to hear, and I smiled to myself when I saw that the dagger had not only passed through the target, but entirely through the tree behind it, and into the tree a few feet behind that one.

"I need to work on aim, I know. And controlling my strength." They both stared at me blankly. "But can I please go to sleep now?" They both grinned at me, and nodded.

"Sure, you earned it kiddo." My father told me, ruffling my hair as I sped between him and Shari, headed for the sweet caress of my welcoming bed.

But before I lay down to sleep, I sent a letter to Lily. I had written one previously, but that was a few days, and I knew she would be worried, or angry, that I hadn't sent her another.

Lils,

How's it going with Petunia?

Is the rest of your summer been well, other than that bint? I guess you must be enjoying being away from James Potter. It's so quiet, without the Marauder boys, isn't it?

This is a short letter, because I'm exhausted, but I know you'd want me to send one so...that's what you get, sister.

Tiredly,

Leo

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