Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Secretly Trained Himself Novels & Stories

"Just alright?" "Were you trained?" I ask, my feet tapping around his, matching his pace. His palm smooths over my hip, grazing my thigh as he lifts my leg to hook onto his middle. It's not fair that he can throw me off balance with sexy moves like this. I try to maintain a cold expression, but it's impossible when he dips me low, his face inches from mine. His teeth glint in the fairy lights strung above. "I taught myself." "Bullshit," I scoff.

Free from his rules and torment. "Oh, I don't like you training with him," he asserted, almost sounding jealous. He insisted on training me even after I told him I was doing it secretly to become stronger and fight against the king. I shouldn't have told him, but I can't explain why. He was like the missing piece I had been searching for. "I disagree with you, Keen," I muttered. "I told you that I was training in secret. I don't want the king to find out about this."

I rolled my eyes. The ritual went on, the chanting growing louder and bouncing through the quiet forest. Harry lay still on the wooden planks, and for a moment, nothing happened, he didn't react like he did in the first ritual. Then, his claws suddenly shot out, only to pull back just as fast. I raised an eyebrow. It looked like he’d been practicing, learning to control his shifts. I felt a small spark of pride, though I’d never say it out loud. At least something was going right for once.

Intrigued. "How long have you had this ability?" Alaric asks, his voice cutting through the noise. "Since I was fourteen. The first manifestation was spontaneous, during a healing session. I've been training ever since." "Alone?" my father asks, and there's something pained in his expression. "Without guidance?" "I had books. Ancient texts on mental magic. I taught myself." I meet his eyes. "I had to. Because I knew if I told anyone before I could prove myself, I'd be shut down. Protected. Prevented from developing something that could actually help our pack."

Gasps echoed through the trees. Harry hurried over, his mouth agape. “Luna!, even I cannot make the alpha surrender and I have been training and fighting all my life.” I smirked. Morgan tilted my chin, still stunned. “Where the hell did you learn that?” “You just taught me,” I said, breathless. “I was only… mirroring you.” “You’re an Alpha,” he muttered, his eyes darkening. His voice dropped to a growl. “I’m two seconds away from kissing you senseless, Luna.”

"And yet, there's something different about you. Something you're hiding." Hiding? I was able to fight because of the training session I had back at Moonsville Pack. I guess all those humiliation wasn't in vain. I was able to hold out because of those trainings. With a faint smile, I forced my breathing to remain steady. He had come to find out something else. He must be shocked by how I defeated Harriet. Even if he knew I was an hybrid, the truth was that I had once been a weakling. He let out a chuckle when he saw I was silent. " Cat caught your tongue?"

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

"He told me we’ll face whatever that comes together. Then he slips out before dawn because he thinks I'm too weak to stand beside him. If he thinks I'm going to sit here playing my thumbs while he plays chess with a tyrant like a good girl, he clearly doesn't know who I am, I'm no longer that weak little girl he met." I turned on my heel and headed straight for the private training gym. If Leonhart wanted me to train until my hands bled, I would do exactly that. But I wasn't doing it to hide. I was doing it so that the next time he tried to leave me behind, I'd be strong enough to break down the doors and follow him. *LEONHART'S POV*

“But Davina… remember this.” He leaned closer, his words sinking deep into my bones. “Secrets have a way of rotting you from the inside out. Whatever you’re hiding… it won’t stay buried forever.” I barely nodded before turning and jogging back toward the field, forcing my legs to move even as they trembled under me. I could feel his eyes burning into my back the whole way. Training went so fast after that. I moved mechanically through the drills, ignoring the snickers, the “accidental” shoves, and the whispering insults.

“You do know that you are the best brother in the world, right?” His cheeks flush instantly. “Oh, stop it.” I laugh softly and stand. “Well, I need to go have a talk with Raphael. And I also need to train more.” I pause, turning to him. “I realize I need everything I can use at my disposal, so… I have to learn more spells.” I hate the idea of it. I’ve been very careful when it comes to digging into my memories after what happened last time when Hilda noticed me. It scared me.