𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Chapter 3 - Goodbye

Chapter 3
3rd POV
Goodbyes

"What the hell happened?" Harry raged as he stood in his mindscape in front of Godric. The two stood in an open grassy field as far as the eye could see.

Godric rubbed the back of his head with one hand, a sheepish expression on his face.

"I am sorry, young one, I had forgotten to mention that the first ritual undertaken, regardless of what it is, will always leave you unconscious as your body learns to adjust to the new magical frameworks present in it."

Harry glared at the founder; fists clenched at his side before he took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Are there any other side effects that you may have neglected to inform me of? Short lifespan? Inability to have children? Anything that could be constructed as a negative?"

"Well..." Godric started, pausing at Harry's glare.

"You likely won't be in that hospital wing as much as you're used to?" The taller man said with a grin.

Harry growled low in his throat before using his budding Occlumency skills to calm himself.

"Anything else?"

Godric was silent for a few seconds before sighing.

"No, nothing negative from the rituals I will guide you through. There are other rituals that have significant side effects, though the benefits from those will be far greater."

Harry stared at the man before letting out a breath, his shoulders slumping as he released his anger.

"Okay, but please, in the future let me know of anything else that could be important before I blindly follow your instructions. Please?" Harry asked with a small grin, Godric responded with a beaming smile.

"Of course, my heir. Now, we will continue working on Occlumency. Once you have mastered that, we will start training you up in combat." Godric grinned as he directed Harry to sit down on the grass.

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Harry woke up on the hard, cold marble floor of the ritual room inside the Hall of the Brave. He blinked, struggling to remember where he was. Then the ritual he performed the night before entered his mind, followed by his time with Godric in his mindscape.

Letting out a breath, Harry pushed himself to his feet not feeling any different from the ritual. He had assumed that the ritual wouldn't have been moticable in the mindsca;e but figured he would notice some changes at least.

With a sigh, Harry stretched his neck to either side until a loud satisfying crack echoed through the silent room.

Sleeping on the cold floor was a bad idea.

He made his way into the bedroom, his bedroom, adn saw the writing desk had a sheet of parchment and a quill on it. Harry sat at the desk and wrote a letter to Sirius, detailing what Dumbeldore had told him, about Sirius' potential upcoming freedom and the events of the third task. He told Sirius everything he could think of, without mentioning Godric, but telling him that there was important stuff to tell him in person.

"Dobby." Harry called, smiling as the small creature appeared with a sharp crack and a wide grin at being called by Harry.

"Yes, great master Harry Potter, sir? How can Dobby help you?"