Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Secretly Trained Himself

We were training in the woods today since he doesn't want to draw attention to us. "I'm tired; we have been training for the past three hours!" I yelled back at him. He is a fucking idiot. How can he expect me to train for three hours straight? I swear, he wants to kill me! "You know Andrea never complains when she trains with me; she has it all to be a good Luna!" That was when something snapped inside of me. I don't know where I learned the spell but the next thing I knew, I muttered in a different language before I started a fire.

The light witches approached me cautiously, not entering through the French doors but appearing from the shadows on the other side. They’d been training me nonstop for days, testing my resilience and patience, pushing the limits of my powers. Barbie, always efficient, had drilled me on spells and potions, memorizing incantations and identifying herbs, understanding the delicate balance between dark and light magic. She made sure I could distinguish between what was forbidden and what was celebrated. Meanwhile, Fin had taken a more hands-on approach, guiding me in channeling my energy, summoning my power, and holding it steady in my grasp.

I fall to the ground tired and exhausted. * * * * I need to make it for training this evening. I take the stairs two at a time as I hurry to Billy's office. I feel it in my pulse that I'm getting closer to solving all the fucking mysteries. I have Billy, who'll tutor me on physical training, and Morien, who'll help in magical abilities. I sigh. It's only a matter of time.

“I'll train you. It would be like a secret training for you. I will be your trainer and you'll be my trainee. We’ll train for hockey every day after school without anybody’s knowledge. I will make you the best hockey player at the academy. And nobody will be able to believe that this was the Xavier they knew. They would be so shocked. Even Damian and your father. Trust me. It will be so proud of you that yes, you are his son and you are the best hockey player at the academy.” I said to him as he was really interested in it. And then he agreed. “And then again one more thing, Xavier, please, from now on don't hide your feelings for me. Let's be friends. Let's get to know each other very well.

I lowered my stance, transitioning seamlessly into a defensive position. “Again,” I murmured to myself, brushing a strand of hair from my sweaty forehead. My voice was steady, but inside, I felt the weight of every expectation, both from others and from myself. I practiced relentlessly, my movements a blend of combat training and magical precision. I ran drills on my own, pushing my body to its limits. My muscles burned, and my lungs screamed for air, but I refused to stop. Every drop of sweat, every ache, every bruise, it all meant I was growing stronger. And I needed to be strong, strong enough to face her.

“You’re here, Kathleen.” I nodded. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re down?” I stayed silent, unable to find the words to describe the pain. Not one to pry, Harry simply carried on with the training. He positioned himself between my legs, hitting me where I longed for more. This time, it wasn’t just physical. I started to feel something for him. Love was the key that turned things up a notch. I had never been so ready to surrender to temptation. Harry’s strong build was enough to get me soaked in mere seconds.

“I am Harry. Thomas assigned me to be your personal combat instructor. It is an honor.” I paused at the edge of the mats, my analytical gaze sweeping over his posture. He wasn’t coiled like a predator waiting to strike; his energy was open and remarkably kind. “An honor? I was under the impression that training the tribute Luna was considered a punishment detail in this palace.” Harry let out a soft, genuine laugh that echoed lightly against the vaulted ceiling. “Not at all. Though I was warned by the guard captains to prepare for a lot of… diplomatic protesting. Shall we start with the absolute basics? Footwork, stances, checking your balance?”

Harry for my training, while avoiding James. He had been acting strange around me, after our last conversation about if I knew him. I racked my brain for days, trying to recall everything I might have forgotten, but of all the memories that came rushing in, none included knowing him or remembering whom he was to me. I tried to cajole him to tell me the truth, rather than just continue to act like there was something he expected of me but was somewhat disappointed when he didn’t get it. The training was a huge distraction from him.

I slowly closed the door behind me and made my way to my room. I quickly freshened up and changed to my training wear. Sports bra and leggings. I tied my hair up in a bun and ran to the training ground. If I'm going to protect my mate and myself. Well with his friends of course. I have to train harder. That wolf literally beat the shit out of us even though Damian is too proud to admit it the wolf had us. And I need to work more on my magic. Mostly about my control couldn't even think of any spell to get rid of that vampire. I don't even know where my mum's spell book is. I looked around and sat legs crossed.

He promised me, he had promised to leave all his illegal work behind. No my Ansh, my Ansh can’t do this to me. I trust him, I trust him with my life. ‘That is why you are still hiding,’ her inner self mocked as her throat ran dry. ‘I know my Ansh will prove me wrong,’ I said to myself as beads of sweat rolled down my spine. The cold chill of terror is not helping at all. I curled myself to the side on the floor of the car so that his graze does not land on me; he drove for a full 30 minutes before he stopped. And walked out of the car.