Filmore chuckled.
"Resourceful little bastard", he praised approvingly.
"Very resourceful indeed", Croaker agreed. "It saves us the problem of taking you to Gringotts to get some for yourself, you will of course need it for when you go back, just in case", he explained. "I am afraid that you will not be able to leave here though Mr. Potter, we cannot risk anyone finding out that you are here". "But Dumbledore will come looking for me", Harry pointed out.
"He will never know you are here", Croaker responded seriously. "Now I suggest you get some rest, Filmore and his team have a knack for early starts", he advised.
Harry bade farewell to the man, his head swimming with everything he had learned this evening, but one thought stood out above them all.
'I get to see my parent's and Sirius' he thought gleefully as he followed Filmore to get some much needed sleep.
Harry found himself jogging around the large time room as he had every morning for the past two and a half months, a time that he could only describe as his own person hell.
Filmore had been very much true to his word and had personally seen to it that Harry had been pushed as far as humanly possible, usually resulting in the teen vomiting and even passing out occasionally from the sheer amount of physical strain put upon him.
Though only 10 weeks had passed it had in actuality been 15 weeks for Harry as he would spend 12 hours a day, every day without fail, in the time room being tutored in everything imaginable to become the best wizard he possibly could.
Even after the time in the room was up, the day had only just begun. It was during this time that Croaker had insisted he did his own studying and even gave the boy lessons on the era he would be going to, to ensure he was able to conduct himself accordingly and blend in so that none would become suspicious of him. Much to his dismay, he had even been forced to continue with Occlumency lessons so he could defend his mind from any attempts to intrude upon it. He was pleased however that the lessons with Filmore were much more pleasant and instructive than those with Snape ever were and he even managed to become competent in the art, though he knew he would never been an expert in the field.
His day would begin in the same fashion with Filmore waking him using a liberal amount of stinging hexes to motivate the teen. He would then be forced to run, and exercise until he dropped before he was allowed to have breakfast.
After he had eaten and barely had time to recuperate his magical tuition would begin where he would learn all manner of spells that would be useful to him in a fight, whether they be charms, transfiguration or curses that would give him the best chance possible to not only survive, but be successful.
After this portion of the day he would be made to sit and begin studying the theory behind the spells he would be learning the next day for a few hours, something he was very grateful for as he would finally get a rest and could recover sufficiently before the real hardships would begin.
Once this time was up he would then spend several hours dueling members of Filmore's team, of none he was ever allowed to learn their identity.
What he did know however was that these people were very good fighters, something he learnt the hard way as the first month had passed with him constantly being bested and cursed repeatedly until he caught up to their ability. It was only his natural aptitude and the way he was continuously pushed to his full potential that even made this possible, and though he would curse the name Filmore constantly, he was pleased with the progress he was making under the tutelage of these people.
Something undeniable about Harry Potter was that he was, as both Filmore and Croaker believed and witnessed as time went by, an extremely gifted wizard.
The two men had thrown everything they could at him, pushed him to his absolute limits, but the boy did not have an ounce of quit in him, something that they became very proud of as his training progressed.
After the first month had passed they couldn't be any more pleased with the results they were having. The boy had learnt to apparate with ease and had taken everything they had been teaching him on board, even requesting more and more help. The teen had a hunger, a hunger that never seemed to be satisfied, no matter how hard and far they pushed him.
It was clear to them that he was dedicated to the cause and it gave them both hope that he would be successful. He had even retaken his potions, charms, transfiguration, History of Magic and care of magical creatures exams early on in the second month here and had vastly improved his grades, attaining an O in all but charms in transfiguration where he attained an O+, much to the delight of Croaker.
The two men had even offered him the chance to better his grades in Astronomy and Divination but Harry had flat out refused to waste time studying for those, it had been difficult enough to convince him to retake History of Magic so the duo were happy to allow him to drop the subjects.
Yes, Harry Potter had had a very difficult time of it, but after he had become accustomed to the new and exhaustive schedule he faced, he both excelled and thrived in the environment, though the start of the work had been more than surprising for them all.
Flashback
Harry was startled awake as a stinging hex collided with the meat of his thigh and he was unceremoniously dragged out of bed by his feet.
"Move you arse Potter, get running" Filmore roared, firing another hex at the teen.
Harry yelped in shock but immediately complied and found his route being laid out for him as Filmore continued to fire hexes his way, chasing him towards the time room.
He entered the room and was already out of breath as Filmore came in behind him, clearly not impressed with the young man.
"You will be spending as much time in here as necessary until you are competent Potter, is that understood?" he demanded.
Harry nodded.
"I didn't hear you" Filmore growled irritably.
"Yes" Harry answered hotly. "Yes, sir" Filmore snarled and hit Harry with another hex. "Now drop and give me twenty" he commanded.
""Yes, sir" Harry shouted in reply and dropped to his stomach to carry out the task.
Filmore nodded approvingly and waited for Harry to finish before he explained the schedule he would be following.