Harry spent the next few minutes trying to steady his balance, and to his surprise he found that he got the hang of it very quickly. His shoulders and arms quickly started to burn from swinging such a heavy weapon, but he didn’t mind. It was cathartic in a way, like all he needed to do was focus on swinging his sword and getting himself used to things. And yet, Harry thought he was actually really good at this, like he was a natural swordsman. To be honest though, he really didn’t have much to compare to beyond some of those movies Dudley used to watch on weekends.