Potters and The Next Generation; Furthermore Book 2

Training With The Potters

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

James

"Mum? Why..." I looked around the tube shaped round room which had a platform in the centre and this place was usually used for training. She was in a black track suit as if she was going to train. It surprised me that her hair were short in a bob cut which had been long until yesterday.

"I know you can do this." She called and I set my jacket aside before curling up the sleeves of my shirt and meeting her on the platform, "But I want to teach you a few spells that Dumbledore taught me himself."

"Alright, bring it."

She twisted her wand between her fingers and I steadied mine. Her first, diagonal whip went downwards and I blocked the harsh stun. Another and then another, till I felt the edge of the platform by my heels. If I were tumble down. Not only would i lose if this were a game but if this were to be an actual battle, I was exposed. She raised her wand again but I snapped at her feet, making her fall back, allowing me to gain my feet again.

In a split second, she was back on her feet and I could've sworn that there was a spark in her free hand as she touched it with the point of her wand and pulled out a flame like a string.

For a short second, Mum kept staring at me with the fire growing between her palms.

"What is this?"

"A special curse. Dumbledore taught me. It's a refined form of the Confringo curse. Only, he personalized it." The fire yanked away from her palm as she tossed it on the floor and I didn't even have time to register when it created a ring of fire around us and she waved her wand above her head with a flat palm facing the wall of fire around is. It was as if we were standing in a tornado of fire and it was hot. Mum wasn't flinching and her stance was strong.

I could tell her strength was invested in the spell so I chose this chance to attack, to test what she was trying to show me really. Only when she used her wand to send a stun to my foot, making me fall, did I realize that my mother had control over the wall of fire and it was built to capture me inside with her. The lack of sweat on her and the breezy expression on her face made it clear that she wasn't affected the way I was.

This was a perfect way to destroy someone, while making them feel helpless. The fire made the heat so tense that I was unable to think clearly while she seemed to know exactly what to do. She kept sending stuns my way and all i could do was dodge.

It was only when my shoulder touched the fire that it died down but Mum didn't rush for me to check the burn. She was staring at her feet and then her hands. I got up, wincing at the burn and closed our distance. My eyes widened as her hands turned to skin colour from red.

"Did your hands burn?" I gasped, holding her hands in mine.

"This is nothing. The first few times, I could see the meat rotting till it healed on its own."

"Mum this is a dangerous spell."

"That requires a lot of training." She gulped, "I want you to learn this."

"Mum..."

"I know you don't want us, but you need a few spells in your arsenal." She bit out and I nodded. She wasn't wrong. I did need a few strong defenses and the one she'd shown was pretty advance, not to mention scary.

"Was Dumbledore the only one who could do this?"

She nodded.

"He taught me upon my insistence."