Chapter 4

Afternoons were a bore for the young Prince, he never had so much freedom and was struggling to find something to occupy his time. Maybe he should start learning how to fight again? 'That could be fun.' he thought to himself as his wandered about the Red Keep.

Clenching his fist, Robin spun on his feet and slammed his fist against the cold hard stone wall. Hissing at the sharp pain, the Prince raised an eyebrow at the small indent on the wall, in a faded shape of his fist; which was as red as a sunburn. That would certainly be of great help for his training. His body was practically a cheat code in this medieval world.

The Prince didn't understand why his magic had manifested itself in this fashion. After thousands of times of trying to perform even the simplest of charms, Robin was at his wits end. He could feel his magic, pulsing and coursing through his veins. It was most definitely there but he just. couldn't. use. it!

Every attempt to use his magic in any way other than the Mind Arts did nothing but give him a slight headache. It was completely ridiculous! He was THE Harry Potter for god's sake! Even if it was a past life! It was he that slew the basilisk in the secret chamber! It was he that fended of a hundred Dementors to save Sirius Black! It was he that faced off against Voldemort and his Death Eater in an all out war!

Well, maybe he did receive a little help from other people.

'Now I can't even cast simple a light charm!' he cursed in his head. ' Well, at least this happened to me.' Robin's upper lip twitched a little as he rubbed the same indent on the wall.

It appeared that the magic stuck in his body was somehow enhancing his physique. Robin had no doubts that he could take on the regular schmo twice or maybe even thrice his age in a fight.

He felt like he could run miles and not even break a sweat. Not to mention his ridiculous reflexes, this morning at breakfast when a servant accidentally knocked down a pitcher of wine Robin had caught it without even looking.

He wasn't about look a gift horse in the mouth, even if he preferred to be a Super-Powerful Wizard, being a good ol- Superhuman wasn't that bad either.

Making his way to the courtyard, Robin's eyes narrowed a bit as he spotted various knights and squires training themselves.

"I should start as soon as possible. God knows that a Stick and a Killing Curse wouldn't make an enemy drop dead. Not anymore at least." he spoke to himself.