A/N: Sorry for not updating…I hit some writers block…anyways, thanks for all the reviews! I am sorry if the training isn't in detail enough for you, but what is that interesting about reading about Harry blowing wind around a room?

Chapter 10

"How was practice?" Sirius asked casually as we were packing our stuff and preparing to move to the next training area. "Amazing!" I responded, "Some Americans came over for a practice game and we kicked their asses!" We both laughed at the American's expense.

After we switched buildings, and went back in time, I was ordered to go to the training room by Marius. "Okay Potter! You had your rest, now we have two months left to get you in top elemental form. Get winds going at ninety miles per hour, and I want you to keep it going for seven hours. If you stop, or go below ninety miles per hour, you will have to start all over again. Begin." Marius said in a commanding tone.

I gulped. This was going to be a long six hours. I quickly got wind swirling around the training room at ninety one miles per hour. I did not want to have to restart if I faltered a little and have the wind drop to eighty nine.

Seven hours later and I crawled into bed exhausted. I did not think that I could keep up a wind that strong for that long. Unfortunately, I was doing the same thing tomorrow, except for seven and a half hours. All of this month we would be doing that, increasing by a half hour every time. If I stayed on schedule, I would be able to hold the wind for up to twenty two hours. Normally, this wouldn't be possible, but elementals all learned a special stasis spell, which would allow them to go without sleep or food for forty eight hours. After, they would have to eat all that they would have eaten in those forty eight hours, and sleep all that they would have in those forty eight hours. If you wanted to end the effects of the spell, all you had to do was eat some food. I quickly fell asleep, not looking forward to the next day.

The rest of the month went the same as the first day, minus the Quidditch practice. I would get up in the morning, have breakfast, make wind that lasted half an hour longer than the previous day, have dinner, do my Quidditch exercises, then go to bed. Around lunch time I would get hand fed a meal by a spell Sirius had found. When I began going for more than thirteen hours in a row I began using the stasis spell. By the end of the month, I was still on schedule and could hold a ninety mile an hour wind for twenty two hours. I crashed afterwards.

"Okay Potter! This is your last month! Now, we duel!" Marius ordered. I blasted him with two hundred miles per hour wind. He shielded, but he could not see a thing. I sprinted forward, jumped into the air, and used the wind to push me forward like a speeding bullet. I smashed through his shields and my foot collided with his chest. Marius was blasted back several yards, and I was not giving up my advantage. I sent a tornado right towards him, and before he could recover from my previous blow he was caught in the swirling vortex of wind. I grabbed some rocks from the ground and sent them floating around me, preparing to use them as ammunition. I canceled the tornado and sent the rocks I had collected at a dizzy Marius. One collided with his head and he blacked out. "YES!" I screamed, "I finally beat him!" I was still doing my victory dance ten minutes later when Marius woke up.

"Why don't we take the rest of today off," Marius suggested. I just gave him a superior grin and replied, "Yeah, you could use a rest Marius!" I dodged a punch to the face and ran to my room laughing.

The rest of the month went very much like this. Out of the one hundred and forty six times I dueled Marius, he beat me thirty times, and that was only in the morning when he denied me my coffee.

We had quick goodbyes, and Sirius and I started out trek through the desert to a magical district. I opened the magically hidden door to the magic district, I heard someone yell the fateful words, "Avada Kedavara!" There was a flash of green light, then darkness.

I woke up in a completely white room with the two faces that I had always yearned to see hovering over me. The faces of Lily and James Potter. "Mom! Dad!" I Harry James Potter was dead, and I was happy about it.

A/N: I would bet a lot of money no one expected it to end this way. Yes Harry dies. He never learns all his elemental magic. No you will never no what happens on earth. I don't give a damn if you hate me. I have never met any of you, so please, flame all you want. No constructiveness needed.