Harry Potter and the Fire Within

(Extract taken from the journal of muggle "paranormal professor" H.J. Wolfs-Wing shortly before his obliviation by the British ministry of magic, anti-detection division)

20th October 1999

Myself, greetings again,
Today I have found conclusive proof that despite the activities of young Harry and myself, I may be found by the (what I can only guess to be) authorities of this nation's magical community, they have found others of my profession, and the fact that I have come so far only makes me a bigger target. From our combined observations we have determined the main medium of mana that is used in the world, and it is vastly different from the one that we ourselves have discovered and are able to use.

My personal belief is that this medium used by the common mage (from the few instances we have seen) is mainly based around the use of a focus object, with inherent magical properties, and the use of an incantation, has become widely viewed as THE one way to channel mana, and has shaped the souls of magi since their first exposure, and with every exposure to this channelling method, has narrowed the mind and soul of the mage until it has become such a precise method, that it has become a science, and is unable to change, a process we believe to take around fifteen years, and is increasingly difficult to undo as the fifteen year boundary approaches.

From the shaping of Harry's own soul we believe that his parents before their unfortunate accident were themselves practisers of this method, and that their death was part of an event which involved a large concentration of "evil" mana. This reflects badly upon his guardian's story of their death.

My own channelling abilities are somewhat limited compared to his, and my own students outstrip me as well, I am proud of them, we believe that we are prepared, when they come, they shall find none of them due to the false identities in all of my works. The boy possesses what can only be described as a 'template copy' of my soul, complete with memories, should the dreaded events ever come to pass.

I am confident in his reliability, as I am confident in our methods, upon my capture, and likely mind wipe, he shall find me and help me in

Magi authorities, in the words of Harry, "Congratz"

You've worked your way through the whole of my ten year journal, by the time you read this, I should have moved out of your reach, and my work should be restored to the state it was in before you found me.

I shall not reveal your presence to the world, because by the time you discover this message, I shall be immersed into your world, with a new name, a new profession, and no magical tracers that are able to find me. I shall have used the time in your presence to acquire a taste of your world, and disappear into it.

So, in the words of one of the most powerful actors in existence, one Arnold Schwarzenegger (NTS: stop watching movies suggested by Harry): Hosta la vista, baby.

31st October 1999

Magi authorities, greetings again,

You've found me, or so my instruments say, well done, and well played.

My experiments are disassembled, my instruments are the same, I have quite literally flooded my workplace with so much mana, that my calculator is unable to function, despite the fact that it's circuitry is the most simplistic in my laboratory, and despite the extensive magic proofing that we have developed.

I find it Ironic that I am to be taken away on the same day as the event, eight years ago, that flared my awareness to both the presence of the soul, and the presence of mana.

I hear the sound of your teleportation spells, outside of the university building. You're unable to actually get in here directly due to the amount of mana… good. It's time to begin what shall hopefully be a promising future.

One last time, I shall quote my young assistant, who in turn quotes another of our movies. You shall strike me down now, but I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine.

Take me now, Demons and Gods, take me now, magi and men, take me now, and I shall take back what you take from me.

NTS: never become a poet.

(End extract, target was lost a day after obliviation, current whereabouts unknown, whereabouts of assistant "Harry" also unknown)