Harry Potter Short cuts in learning
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Apparently, not even Madame Pomfrey's guardianship was enough to deter Moody from his dawn raids upon Harry. On the plus side, the window of the Hospital Wing was lower than that of the Gryffindor Tower so Harry didn't actually fall as far. On the down side, the Lake was further away from the Hospital Wing so he got a lot more lateral movement out of being launched from the window.
He came out of the water fighting however, wand in hand. It didn't help him against Moody's decades of experience, and a moment later he was petrified and flat on the floor, but he did try very hard.
"Not bad, boy," Moody said grudgingly. "At this rate you might take a few seconds for someone like Bellatrix to kill. But that's not good enough!" He brandished a bag of small, kicking creatures towards Harry. "Here's today's training." His lips curled into a sadistic leer. "Cornish Pixies!"
Harry shook his head. "I managed to beat off those in my second year, sir."
Moody chuckled. "Oh, you won't be fighting them, boy. Not exactly. Now stand very, very still."
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"And what of Potter," hissed Voldemort. "Lucius, has your son finally remembered his duties and submitted a report to me over the Brat-Who-Shall-Die?"
Lucius hastened to produce a folded sheet of parchment. "Indeed, my lord. This letter reached me only moments before I received your summons." He cracked the seal on the letter and scanned it hastily. Then he paused and blinked, his almost legendary sang froid looking unusually shaking. "I hope that this report's detail meets with your expectations," he said and handed the letter to Bellatrix, who carried it to their master.
"It had better," Voldemort hissed. He looked at the letter and the gathered Death Eaters suspected that if Voldemort had really had eyebrows then they would have been raised. "Wrestling with the squid. Eating contests with Weasley. Being fed to ravenous tigers..." He frowned. "Lucius..."
"Next thing you know the brat will be ferretlegging," Bellatrix said with a high giggle.
Voldemort glared at her until the giggle cut off, then folded the parchment over and passed it wordlessly to her, finger indicating a specific passage. The witches eyes went wide, shocked almost back to sanity. "Pixies! Merlin, that's fucked up!" she exclaimed.
"Bellatrix," Voldemort sighed, "Crucio." He ignored the writhing body of his most twisted follower with practised ease and returned his attention to Lucius. "If your son's information on Potter's training is true then I shall remember it, Lucius. And should it prove false then I will remember that also."
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"If this involves animals again, then I'll be dusting off the old Marauder tradition," Harry muttered as Dumbledore waved him into the shadow of the greenhouses.
"That would certainly add a degree of colour to Hogwarts that may have been a little lacking without the presence of the brothers Weasley," the headmaster replied airily. "You did agree to go through this training, Harry, and I distinctly recall advising you that once you volunteered for it, there would be no turning back."
"I didn't say I'd quit," Harry said quickly, to the aged wizard's carefully concealed disappointment. "I just said that I'd take my revenge. Something slow and painful involving Cornish Pixies, your armchair and a large amount of syrup, for example."
"Intriguing," Albus admitted. "Much as I would like to explore your inventiveness, however, I do not believe that any animal will be part of the next training exercise. Alastor has arranged a couple of assistants for the heavy lifting, if that makes a difference."
"Heavy lifting?" Harry asked. "What heavy lif-waagh!?" he finished as he was cut off by several lengths of rope binding themselves around him, including several strands across his mouth, essentially gagging him.
"Dear me," Draco said as he casually walked out of the shadows. "I would have thought that all this training would have made ou more of a challenge Potter. Just goes to show that blood will always tell, I suppose." He nodded, almost politely to the Headmaster and flicked his wand again, sending Harry flying towards the large wooden frame that had been erected. "Will that be all, Professor Moody?"
"I'm not your professor," Moody said, appearing out of nowhere behind him, causing Draco to jump and Harry to move suddenly with the result that his head struck against a beam. "Constant vigilance! Does no one listen any more?" he muttered. "That'll do very nicely, young Malfoy," he added. "You can run along now. And make sure that your father knows that I'm always interested in finding out about his business, private or otherwise."
"Uh... right," Draco said, backing away. After the whole ferret mess, he wasn't going to take any chances around Mad-Eye Moody. "I'll send Crabbe and Goyle over, shall I?"
"Little snot," Moody muttered once the boy was out of sight. "Right then, Potter. Not going to let some little concussion get in your way, I hope."
"I'm fine, Ron," Harry said brightly, looking at an innocuous patch of wall. "What do you say about those Cannons this year?"
"Right-o," agreed Moody and quickly set about securing Harry to the frame.
Dumbledore looked nervous. "Er, Alastor, are you sure about this?"
Moody looked puzzled and then sighed. "Look, Albus, you're not seeing the big picture here."
"Harry appears in need of medical attention before he even begins this, Alastor."
"So he'll be doubly motivated to quit once he wakes up in the Hospital Wing then," Moody insisted.
"Or quite serverely injured," the older man worried. "Perhaps even dead. I really think..."
"This is for the greater good, Albus."
Dumbledore paused and then nodded resolutely. "You're right, of course. I'm sorry, Alastor. I let my soft heart get the better of me. I'm glad that you've always been here to remind me of the real issues."
"Let's not get emotional," Moody grumped. "Here come the boys," he added as Crabbe and Goyle arrived. "Right then lads, it's very simple. Just use your wands to move the boulders back a few yards and let them swing against Harry. Then do it again."
Crabbe nodded but Goyle looked puzzled. "You want us to throw huge stones at Potter?" he asked.
"That's right boys," Dumbledore said reassuringly. "He'd tell you himself, but he can't really talk too clearly while he's up there."
Goyle shrugged and moved to comply, suddenly glad that it was Gryffindor that received all the headmaster's favour and attention.
"Alastor?" Dumbledore asked innocently. "Are you sure that the boulders are heavy enough?"
He came out of the water fighting however, wand in hand. It didn't help him against Moody's decades of experience, and a moment later he was petrified and flat on the floor, but he did try very hard.
"Not bad, boy," Moody said grudgingly. "At this rate you might take a few seconds for someone like Bellatrix to kill. But that's not good enough!" He brandished a bag of small, kicking creatures towards Harry. "Here's today's training." His lips curled into a sadistic leer. "Cornish Pixies!"
Harry shook his head. "I managed to beat off those in my second year, sir."
Moody chuckled. "Oh, you won't be fighting them, boy. Not exactly. Now stand very, very still."
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"And what of Potter," hissed Voldemort. "Lucius, has your son finally remembered his duties and submitted a report to me over the Brat-Who-Shall-Die?"
Lucius hastened to produce a folded sheet of parchment. "Indeed, my lord. This letter reached me only moments before I received your summons." He cracked the seal on the letter and scanned it hastily. Then he paused and blinked, his almost legendary sang froid looking unusually shaking. "I hope that this report's detail meets with your expectations," he said and handed the letter to Bellatrix, who carried it to their master.
"It had better," Voldemort hissed. He looked at the letter and the gathered Death Eaters suspected that if Voldemort had really had eyebrows then they would have been raised. "Wrestling with the squid. Eating contests with Weasley. Being fed to ravenous tigers..." He frowned. "Lucius..."
"Next thing you know the brat will be ferretlegging," Bellatrix said with a high giggle.
Voldemort glared at her until the giggle cut off, then folded the parchment over and passed it wordlessly to her, finger indicating a specific passage. The witches eyes went wide, shocked almost back to sanity. "Pixies! Merlin, that's fucked up!" she exclaimed.
"Bellatrix," Voldemort sighed, "Crucio." He ignored the writhing body of his most twisted follower with practised ease and returned his attention to Lucius. "If your son's information on Potter's training is true then I shall remember it, Lucius. And should it prove false then I will remember that also."
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"If this involves animals again, then I'll be dusting off the old Marauder tradition," Harry muttered as Dumbledore waved him into the shadow of the greenhouses.
"That would certainly add a degree of colour to Hogwarts that may have been a little lacking without the presence of the brothers Weasley," the headmaster replied airily. "You did agree to go through this training, Harry, and I distinctly recall advising you that once you volunteered for it, there would be no turning back."
"I didn't say I'd quit," Harry said quickly, to the aged wizard's carefully concealed disappointment. "I just said that I'd take my revenge. Something slow and painful involving Cornish Pixies, your armchair and a large amount of syrup, for example."
"Intriguing," Albus admitted. "Much as I would like to explore your inventiveness, however, I do not believe that any animal will be part of the next training exercise. Alastor has arranged a couple of assistants for the heavy lifting, if that makes a difference."
"Heavy lifting?" Harry asked. "What heavy lif-waagh!?" he finished as he was cut off by several lengths of rope binding themselves around him, including several strands across his mouth, essentially gagging him.
"Dear me," Draco said as he casually walked out of the shadows. "I would have thought that all this training would have made ou more of a challenge Potter. Just goes to show that blood will always tell, I suppose." He nodded, almost politely to the Headmaster and flicked his wand again, sending Harry flying towards the large wooden frame that had been erected. "Will that be all, Professor Moody?"
"I'm not your professor," Moody said, appearing out of nowhere behind him, causing Draco to jump and Harry to move suddenly with the result that his head struck against a beam. "Constant vigilance! Does no one listen any more?" he muttered. "That'll do very nicely, young Malfoy," he added. "You can run along now. And make sure that your father knows that I'm always interested in finding out about his business, private or otherwise."
"Uh... right," Draco said, backing away. After the whole ferret mess, he wasn't going to take any chances around Mad-Eye Moody. "I'll send Crabbe and Goyle over, shall I?"
"Little snot," Moody muttered once the boy was out of sight. "Right then, Potter. Not going to let some little concussion get in your way, I hope."
"I'm fine, Ron," Harry said brightly, looking at an innocuous patch of wall. "What do you say about those Cannons this year?"
"Right-o," agreed Moody and quickly set about securing Harry to the frame.
Dumbledore looked nervous. "Er, Alastor, are you sure about this?"
Moody looked puzzled and then sighed. "Look, Albus, you're not seeing the big picture here."
"Harry appears in need of medical attention before he even begins this, Alastor."
"So he'll be doubly motivated to quit once he wakes up in the Hospital Wing then," Moody insisted.
"Or quite serverely injured," the older man worried. "Perhaps even dead. I really think..."
"This is for the greater good, Albus."
Dumbledore paused and then nodded resolutely. "You're right, of course. I'm sorry, Alastor. I let my soft heart get the better of me. I'm glad that you've always been here to remind me of the real issues."
"Let's not get emotional," Moody grumped. "Here come the boys," he added as Crabbe and Goyle arrived. "Right then lads, it's very simple. Just use your wands to move the boulders back a few yards and let them swing against Harry. Then do it again."
Crabbe nodded but Goyle looked puzzled. "You want us to throw huge stones at Potter?" he asked.
"That's right boys," Dumbledore said reassuringly. "He'd tell you himself, but he can't really talk too clearly while he's up there."
Goyle shrugged and moved to comply, suddenly glad that it was Gryffindor that received all the headmaster's favour and attention.
"Alastor?" Dumbledore asked innocently. "Are you sure that the boulders are heavy enough?"
:snigger: well, on the plus side, you wouldn't need to buy the steaks...
Awesome thread so far...:rofl: some of the snippets need to be finished though, such as harry's "revenge" against Moody & Dumbledore once he "learns" the ah... "Neko"-Ken ("New and improved, with larger, more vicious cats!")
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...Several Days of Neko-ken Tortu...ahem... I mean, Training Later...
Suddenly, there was a strange yowling noise from the pit. Moody turned from where he was talking to Albus and Hagrid, and noticed that Potter had jumped from the pit, and was currently slowly walking on all fours towards the three.
"Well, looks like the boy finally learned it, eh Albus?" Moody said.
Hearing no response, he turned around to see Albus and Hagrid both moving as quickly as possible towards the Castle. Moody looked back towards Potter, who was now approaching faster than before; a quick appraisal of the boy using his magical eye revealed several glowing extensions coming out Potter's fingers. Glancing at his wooden leg, he cursed Albus and Hagrid for abandoning him, then quickly began casting every shield against physical and magical damage he could think of.
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Any good? I don't normally write stuff; don't think i've got the skills or the time to do it justice. If someone feels like using this, feel free to.
Also, i'm too lazy to go back and check the thread, but is Prof. McGonagall in on this? If not, Harry's reactions to her normal form (feels like a cat? - "Mr. Potter, what ever is the matter with you today? You're so jumpy!" "There's a Ca....aa...Furry demon nearby... I can sense it..."(Harry continues twitching nervously) "Yes Mr. Potter... perhaps you should visit Madam Pomfrey...") and Animagus form(Class demonstration of some sort?["Today, we shall begin studying Animagi"(McG. turns into cat); Harry runs screaming out the door, or puts a hole in the stone wall instead of the door])
Also, there's Mrs. Norris, Crookshanks... plenty of opportunity for funny moments.
Awesome thread so far...:rofl: some of the snippets need to be finished though, such as harry's "revenge" against Moody & Dumbledore once he "learns" the ah... "Neko"-Ken ("New and improved, with larger, more vicious cats!")
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...Several Days of Neko-ken Tortu...ahem... I mean, Training Later...
Suddenly, there was a strange yowling noise from the pit. Moody turned from where he was talking to Albus and Hagrid, and noticed that Potter had jumped from the pit, and was currently slowly walking on all fours towards the three.
"Well, looks like the boy finally learned it, eh Albus?" Moody said.
Hearing no response, he turned around to see Albus and Hagrid both moving as quickly as possible towards the Castle. Moody looked back towards Potter, who was now approaching faster than before; a quick appraisal of the boy using his magical eye revealed several glowing extensions coming out Potter's fingers. Glancing at his wooden leg, he cursed Albus and Hagrid for abandoning him, then quickly began casting every shield against physical and magical damage he could think of.
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Any good? I don't normally write stuff; don't think i've got the skills or the time to do it justice. If someone feels like using this, feel free to.
Also, i'm too lazy to go back and check the thread, but is Prof. McGonagall in on this? If not, Harry's reactions to her normal form (feels like a cat? - "Mr. Potter, what ever is the matter with you today? You're so jumpy!" "There's a Ca....aa...Furry demon nearby... I can sense it..."(Harry continues twitching nervously) "Yes Mr. Potter... perhaps you should visit Madam Pomfrey...") and Animagus form(Class demonstration of some sort?["Today, we shall begin studying Animagi"(McG. turns into cat); Harry runs screaming out the door, or puts a hole in the stone wall instead of the door])
Also, there's Mrs. Norris, Crookshanks... plenty of opportunity for funny moments.
Another one by Jack was the snake dance or something like that. I think it was Apache no something... perhaps, Jutsu? :huh.:
Dump a bunch of rattlers on the floor, blindfold the vict... er, student, and shove him/her in amongst them. It teaches the students body to move and contort fluidly, and to sense attacks coming their way. After Harry finishes that, it would be almost impossible to hit him with a slow moving spell. He would just bend and twist his body smoothly past everything you could throw at him.
Man, can you imagine how pissed Voldy would be facing that Harry? Twenty minutes of spellcasting later, and Harry hasn't been hit once. Poor old Tom would be gasping for breath as he cursed at the boy who hasn't fired his first spell in retaliation yet. :rofl:
Dump a bunch of rattlers on the floor, blindfold the vict... er, student, and shove him/her in amongst them. It teaches the students body to move and contort fluidly, and to sense attacks coming their way. After Harry finishes that, it would be almost impossible to hit him with a slow moving spell. He would just bend and twist his body smoothly past everything you could throw at him.
Man, can you imagine how pissed Voldy would be facing that Harry? Twenty minutes of spellcasting later, and Harry hasn't been hit once. Poor old Tom would be gasping for breath as he cursed at the boy who hasn't fired his first spell in retaliation yet. :rofl:
Remember the popular Hornet-fist from Ranma cannon/fannon (not sure which). Basiclly the student has to stand next to some hornets nests while the teacher observs (usually by throwing rocks at them). The student, while blindfolded, has to knock down EVERY SINGLE HORNET, one at a time, without being stung.
Combine that with some training that forces Harry to swat magical attacks asside. (Imagine Moody, Snape, Dumbledore shooting blasting/stunning spells at Harry who has to swat them asside...) and you have a near perfect defense...
Combine that with some training that forces Harry to swat magical attacks asside. (Imagine Moody, Snape, Dumbledore shooting blasting/stunning spells at Harry who has to swat them asside...) and you have a near perfect defense...
I vaguely remember something about being one with water by tying large rocks to the student and throwing him in a lake so that they learn to swim really well. Can't remember what it's called though.
Oh, I was wondering, does Ron get to follow Harry around with permission to snatch any food he can off of our hero? Otherwise, a quick trip to the kitchens or calling a house elf will negate his speed training.
Oh, and can't forget the Chestnut Fist, Ki-Based Emotion Attacks, an actual martial arts style, falling (Genma's style is a mid-air combat style) from two stories or so, roof hopping, Splitting Cat Hairs, etc.
You know, when all this is over, Harry is going to be extremely pissed and extremely skilled at the point where he learns that all this training/torture was NOT what aurors and the like go through. :snigger:
Oh, I was wondering, does Ron get to follow Harry around with permission to snatch any food he can off of our hero? Otherwise, a quick trip to the kitchens or calling a house elf will negate his speed training.
Oh, and can't forget the Chestnut Fist, Ki-Based Emotion Attacks, an actual martial arts style, falling (Genma's style is a mid-air combat style) from two stories or so, roof hopping, Splitting Cat Hairs, etc.
You know, when all this is over, Harry is going to be extremely pissed and extremely skilled at the point where he learns that all this training/torture was NOT what aurors and the like go through. :snigger:
Heh, like Akane needed boulders tied to her to sink straight to the bottom. While negative bouancy is a real condition I like to think it's just her massively thick skull that makes her drop so quick :lol:
Harry has at least 2 advantages over Ranma at least: he's not being engaged to anybody and no water based genderbender either.
Harry has at least 2 advantages over Ranma at least: he's not being engaged to anybody and no water based genderbender either.
With Dumbles following Genma's steps and surrounded by such a weird place as Hogwarts? Harry's got the curse and the fiancees two chapters away. 
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But that would have to be in the training manual as a way to either motivate the student, or keep him/her under their thumb until the training is over. The gender based curse would be going overboard, IMO. Just the training methods alone, probably designed to harness accidental magic to reinforce his body and make him stronger, faster, etc. are more than enough.
I'm not sure how you would throw in multiple fiances into the mix. Perhaps have Moody make deals to access libraries for obscure techniques, training grounds that have lost their meanings, etc. Once the fiances are gathered, you would have to do/say something for them to constantly chase Harry around, while toughening up his body at the same time. This would require a LOT of setup in order to use this premise as a running gag, like in Ranma.
Just something to think on.
[/quote]But that would have to be in the training manual as a way to either motivate the student, or keep him/her under their thumb until the training is over. The gender based curse would be going overboard, IMO. Just the training methods alone, probably designed to harness accidental magic to reinforce his body and make him stronger, faster, etc. are more than enough.
I'm not sure how you would throw in multiple fiances into the mix. Perhaps have Moody make deals to access libraries for obscure techniques, training grounds that have lost their meanings, etc. Once the fiances are gathered, you would have to do/say something for them to constantly chase Harry around, while toughening up his body at the same time. This would require a LOT of setup in order to use this premise as a running gag, like in Ranma.
Just something to think on.
There is a fannon technique that one of the older authors created awhile ago that used that episode as a basis...
It is called the Oceanborne technique. I can't say much else about it outside of that. I believe it is from the same author as the one who wrote the Apache martial arts that was talked about earlier.
It is called the Oceanborne technique. I can't say much else about it outside of that. I believe it is from the same author as the one who wrote the Apache martial arts that was talked about earlier.