Summary: This is an excerpt from my story that I'm slowly preparing. I'll be posting various shorts like this. Most are longer.
AN1: The usual: Don't own HP and all cannon peoples and ideas. Wish I did, but that's why people are allowed to wish. Enjoy this snippet.
Harry lazily spiraled up the exterior of the Astronomy Tower. The still warm, late spring breeze greeted him every time he rounded the northern face of the tower. As he silently glided upwards, he was glad that no one within the castle could see him while he trained. When the final battle came, he knew it would be on Tom's terms. Though loathe to admit it, even Dumbledore agreed. That was where the post curfew allowance had come from as well as the plan to remodel the Shrieking Shack.
Harry's night training was his favorite part of the day. Being one with the wind was something almost innate to his senses.
He landed silently on the zenith of the tower. Setting down his broom, he pulled off the cloak he wore to conceal his armor from the late night Gryffindors. Goblin crafted Basilisk armor layered with a Peruvian Vipertooth breastplate and Japanese Lightning gauntlets. This combination, while not the best color combination in the world, was highly suited to one, Harry Potter. The gauntlets were able to house large amounts of elemental lightning energy. The breast plate and Basilisk skin were both designed to be highly maneuverable for Harry's preferred style of fighting. Standing on the edge of the tower, Harry took one last calming breath.
From the ground, it would seem as though a suicidal sixteen year-old had just leapt from the tallest tower of Hogwarts. However, Harry Potter had no thoughts about ending his life. That would come many years from now, most likely in more than a century. Harry used the few seconds of weightlessness to focus on himself and the air around him.
Air. A mixture of gasses, like everything else, has a certain viscosity. Clearly thinner than water, but thicker than the remaining air in a muggle vacuum tube. This property can be easily observed when there is smoke in the air. Seeing the currents and turbidity of this physical phenomenon was why Harry had started training.
It had taken time and energy to find the right balance of magical ratios, but Hermione Granger knows no bounds. When Harry brought her the first spell he ever created, the Concussio, a mixture of a summoning charm and a concussion hex, walking on air was born. Once Hermione had everything ironed out, it was Harry's turn to put the time and the energy into adjusting each spell he used. The summoning of the air was almost always the same. It was needed to create a semi-solid patch of air to push against. The second part of the spell varied, depending on the intended outcome. Less force to slow down a fall, greater force to push the body in a new direction.
A tuck to invert his body began the dance.
AN2: Hello everyone. I'd like to acknowledge the few ideas that aren't mine. I've forgotten which authors various ideas came from, but the Vipertooth and Japanese Lightning, as well as the Concussio have been adapted. My ideas of how various things work are still my own, as well as this facet of my greater story. Thanks for reading, I'm interested to hear what you have to say on this snippet. Please review.