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Months.

At least, it felt like months. After accepting their charge from Death, the four spent what felt like forever training and honing their abilities to a degree unseen by those behind them. As a part of this training, each was offered the opportunity to craft a weapon personalized to them.

Only two took up the offer.

Hermione took a large book, the cover of which was blank, and turned it into a pair of chakram, her skill with them surprising all the mortal beings. Whereas Harry went and built a pair of daggers. One was a black blade, with runes running down its sides and a large snake's fang dangling off the edge. Fang, as the blade was called, was capable of releasing a powerful neurotoxin with the pull of a trigger.

It's partner, Talon, was a blade of brightest white, with runes down its side, and a long red feather dangling off its side. It is capable of coating itself in a fire so bright and hot, that water nor suffocation can put it out.

Along with weapons, they were also granted powers, and this is where Neville and Ginny found their talent lay. Neville could create a weapon out of any organic material, so long as he could touch it. Ginny, however, discovered she could wield her emotions with deadly force, manifesting bats that attacked with utmost earnest. Hermione's was the ability to manipulate books, a fact which got eye rolls and "of course" from her allies. Harry, he did not stay dead, for a killing blow would kill him, yes, but some time later he would return to life, good as new.

It was one midafternoon, or what represented midafternoon in a land without time, when Death once more spoke with the teens.

"Your training is as complete as it should be. You must now carry on with your mission.

Some facts before you depart, you will be deposited in the Headmaster's office, he is aware of your roles. I will pull strings to assure that you four remain one."

A chorus of thanks echoed from the teens, and as a light began to encapsulate their vision, one final message rang through their skulls.

"Worldly knowledge I shall grant. And Potter, I recommend you visit the doctor on staff soon after arriving. And the garage."

Then, they knew no more.