Immediately Prongs erupted from his wand as clear and as bright as Harry had ever seen him, causing the teen to smile.
"Very impressive indeed Mr. Potter" Tobin praised as he looked upon the patronus in awe. "I assume we have been successful?" he asked hopefully.
Harry smiled and nodded at the man as he let the stag dissipate into nothingness.
"How much do I owe you?" he inquired.
"Only 10 more galleons" Tobin answered.
Harry gave him 50 and the man looked at him questionably.
"You've been here all day" Harry reminded him. "For loss of possible business" he added, gesturing to the bag. "That is very kind of you Mr. Potter" the man said gratefully. "Ah, you will need holsters for them", he pointed out with a nod.
Tobin reached in to one of the trunks and removed two black holsters and handed them to Harry.
"Hebridean Black hide" he explained. "I'm sure Mr. Croaker will explain how they work".
"Thank you, for everything" Harry replied offering the man his hand.
"It has been a pleasure Mr. Potter, do look after them well, they are rather spectacular creations" he returned as he shook the teen's hand. "Croaker" he added with a nod as he begun shrinking his trunks and pocketing them before leaving the room.
"Now Mr. Potter, I believe that Filmore is waiting for you in the time room" Croaker spoke, gesturing for Harry to lead the way. The duo entered the room to find Filmore and three other people in dark grey cloaks waiting for them.
"It's about time Potter" Filmore growled. "These are the people, along with myself, who will be training you" he explained with a malevolent grin. "Their names are unimportant but they are the best we have and you will have to be better than damn good to even come close to matching them, got it?" he demanded.
"Yes, sir" Harry answered smartly.
Filmore nodded his approval.
"Now, let us see what you are really made of" he stated with his eyes narrowed at the teen.
What followed was Harry being put through his paces over the next several hours as he was instructed to cast many different types of spells and curses, many of which he had learnt recently from his books. It did take him a while to adjust to it, but Filmore insisted he used all of his spells non-verbally and would hit him with a stinging hex if he failed at any point, something that certainly motivated the teen to get it right.
He was finally happy to have a wand that was obeying him and the spells left his wand much more readily than they had and the effects of the various curses and hexes he used were much more powerful than they ever had been.
The biggest improvement he noticed was in his blasting and cutting spells that simply obliterated and tore the dummies he was using to shreds, impressing all of those that were watching and taking notes on his performance.
Finally after demonstrating his patronus to them all he was instructed to stop, much to his relief.
The five people who had been evaluating him moved to the other side of the room to discuss their observations, leaving Harry to catch his breath.
The group came back around 20 minutes later and Filmore gave him a respectful nod while Croaker was looking very happy indeed.
"You have a hell of a lot of power" Filmore began. "You need work on your finesse and movement, but damn kid, you've got potential, how do you feel?" he asked.
"I did feel a little tired, but I'm ok now" Harry answered honestly.
"Damn" Filmore returned with a shake of his head. "That would have exhausted all of us, it will be interesting to see how much stamina we can build in you" he mused. "You're special kid, there's no doubt about it, we will see how far we can push you" he finished with a predatory grin.
"Well done Mr. Potter" Croaker praised. "Could you answer me one thing?" he asked. "I will if I can" Harry agreed.
"Is there anything else in the prophecy that you think we need to know?" he questioned. "It might be important" he added.
"I think after all the help you have already given the least I can do is give you the contents, it's not like it will make any difference here anymore" he obliged.
"Thank you" Croaker said gratefully.
As promised Harry provided them with what the prophecy contained and they agreed that it pertained to himself and Voldemort but they did not understand what the power the Dark Lord knows not meant, though Filmore speculated that it might refer to the time travel, though none could be confident.
Both of the men agreed that Harry was his equal in both ability and power and that furthered Filmore's resolve to turn Harry into the best that he possibly could. That resolve would lead to the hellish weeks that Harry would endure, all in the name of saving the wizarding world, a much more noble cause than Dumbledore's greater good, Harry felt.
End Flashback
So Harry's time here was now coming to an end, but Filmore had assured him that he had readied the teen as much as he could, the rest was now up to him.
He would have an additional two years at Hogwarts to improve even more so, something he was very much more than willing to do, especially since he had a room there ready and waiting for him to discover, somewhere that not even the marauder's knew about and a room would provide him with everything he could need to continue his journey of self-improvement.
He was feeling a little torn however and would have moments where he just wanted to go home or spend time with his friends, something he really did miss, but he knew and accepted that wasn't possible.
He would do his best to swallow the sadness that would fill him at the thought of never being able to see any of them again but he doubted that it would be a feeling that would ever truly subside. He would always miss them all in some way but hoped that in some form, he could see them again one day. But he would have to wait as time passes by for that to even become a possibility, years in fact, and even then it would not be the same.
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Albus Dumbledore was sat at his desk feeling defeated for the very first time in his long life.
He himself and every person possible had done all they could yet they had come up with noting in regards to the location of Harry Potter, much to the man and many other's dismay. After weeks of investigating they had all simply drawn a blank. He had not been to Gringotts nor had he contacted anyone in any way. Albus Dumbledore was stumped.