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Chapter 3:

Harry couldn't feel anything, his whole body was numb. 'Is this death' he thought. He felt his surroundings; he was laying down, his arms around his knees. With slight trouble Harry opened his eyes, only to be met with a vast white plain, he was on what could only be described as a cloud. The fog like substance passing around his body, almost blinding him from the light emitting off of it. There was no wind though, no sounds, just nothingness. It seemed that he was the only one there.

He stood up, questions, random thoughts running through his mind. He remembered what had happened. Images of the attack on Privet drive clouding the rest of the thoughts. He saw in his mind's eye Bellatrix impaled on the garden fence, Pettigrew stunned on the floor near him ('I wonder what happened to him, will Sirius be cleared if the order had him?'), and the sickening sound of the killing curse. His last thought was the excruciating pain he had endured from that curse. 'Surely if I can feel pain, that must mean I'm not dead.'

"The prophecy" he muttered out load. The prophecy had protected him, only Voldemort could kill him. He had done the impossible again. This time without his mothers help. 'Great, just what I need, more attention'

As if on instinct he slowly placed his hand on the back of his neck. His fingers slowly traced a cut, a very thin lightning bolt shaped cut.

Harry stood up, his legs feeling dead for a second or two. His body ached all over, from the very tips of his hair to the nails on his toes, it all ached. Wandering around to find out where and why he was here, Harry found that from what he could see, this place he was in was endless. There were no sudden drops, nothing to indicate that this was real. From behind him Harry heard a small cough. The ones to attempt to grab your attention. Spinning around he came face to face with a man that looked slightly like Professor Dumbledore, though he didn't have blue twinkling eyes, but deep emerald. These eyes were identical to Harry's, though his own eyes were much looked older than he was. However this old man's eyes indicated that he was a lot more youthful than his outer appearance; a brilliant sparkle always present.

"Hello Harry." It wasn't a greeting, but more of a statement.

"Umm, not to be rude, but where am I and who are you, 'cos the last thing I remember was Malfoy shooting the killing curse at me. Is this heaven or something, can I see my parents?" Harry said. He had so many questions flowing through his mind that he didn't know what ones to ask first.

"To put it simply Harry, you are my heir. I'm your ancestor helping you to get through this stage. You see Harry, you power is increasing at such a rate at the moment that your almost killing yourself in the process. You are going through Cito Veneficus Subolesco, and only I can help you at the moment, being a relative and another victim of CVS." The old man said

"But that still doesn't answer who you are and what I'm doing here. Where is here anyway?"

"Calm yourself Harry, this abyss you see is your own mind, it is the ninety percent of it that you do not use like every other witch, wizard or human." The old man could see the shocked look on the boys face. "I see you still need convincing, if you allow it, I'm about to show you a glimpse of the ten percent that you do use." A nod was all he needed.

Instantly Harry was bombarded with random thought, phrases and memories. It was like looking at a highway of thoughts. Yellow, purple, blue gold lights flying past every now and then. It was enough to tell that the old man wasn't lying. In a slightly longer pause, they were back in the empty space.

Harry was breathing hard, that wasn't an experience that he would like to do again. His whole body began to ache more than it had done when he awoke.

"As you saw Harry, you were using the ten percent of your brain to the fullest, it actually causes you pain because of it. The barriers were straining to hold it all in. The killing curse that was shot at you has made them unstable far worse than what they usually are, unless I do something about it. The same thing that I had to go through. You have so much knowledge Harry, but it is scrambled and unorganized, that's why a certain witch that you care for is seen as smart. She has a very organized mind. I do believe that it shows in her day to day activities."

"Can I get your name, it's really awkward just talking and being rude." With a grin, the old man muttered, "Just like you mother, polite, though with a slight temper. I have many names, I have been known as Myrddin, Emrys, and even sometimes Merda, but I believe the most common one that is used, and that you should know is Merlin."

If it was possible, Harry's jaw would have dropped to the ground. It was at this point that Harry expected someone like Fred and George to appear from nowhere and tell him that they had played a prank on him.' But what he showed me, my mind, my mother's traits. Those weren't lies.'

"So let me get this straight, I'm in my own mind, the bit that I don't use, you are Merlin, the Merlin, and I'm becoming more powerful every second, and not am I only your relative, but your heir as well."

"In a nutshell yes, but that is only part of the story. You will have to figure out the rest on your own, though I strongly suggest you employ the help of Ms. Granger. The only hint I can give you is that your mother's family were squibs for many generations to come. I do believe that is was my daughter Guinevere who got the red hair, though of course it could have been from many other outsiders marrying into the Evans family."

"Now before I leave you, I'm going to unlock the rest of your mind, well, as much as possible anyway. I can use around eighty percent of mine. It is your job to organize it and use it to your fullest. I do believe when Lady Vivien" A blank look on Harry's face appeared. "The Lady of the Lake Harry, unlocked my mind when I was in this state, afterwards I found reading easier, I could gain knowledge after reading it, wandless magic was like a natural gift, like your Parseltongue ability. And as you know, I was a certain type of animagus. I was a Polymagus, I could change into what I wanted after I had studied it's anatomy, though the first ever transformation that can happen would be the one you would have been normally anyway. There are so many abilities that not even I fully understand. And I do believe that you will have many more of the 'powers' than I, simply because you are a much more powerful wizard. I suspect that if CVS didn't happen to you, by the time you had reached 100, you would have had the same amount of power as me."

Harry gave a sharp nod," Can we get this over and done with, not to be rude, but I'd rather it be short and sweet, than have this nervous feeling in my stomach." This instantly indicated for Merlin to unlock his mind.

"This is going to be painful Harry, far worse that the Cruciatus curse, but afterwards you should wake, though in a rather uncomfortable state. It has already been 8 days since you were retrieved from that house, two more than mine I might add. We can expect very amazing things from you Harry, don't forget that. Now, onto this whole unlocking the mind malarkey."

Outstretching his two arms, Merlin began to mumble words that Harry had never before heard before, the white 'fog' turned to gold around him, emitting a deep golden spark every now and then. After a couple of minutes Harry felt a gentle pressure on his mind. More minutes passed and the pain got worse and worse. The very tips of all of his nerves felt as if the were on fire. His brain being the biggest nerve receptor was in excruciating pain. Harry couldn't think, but if he could, he would have thought, 'Yer, just a bit worse than the cruciatus.' You could always trust Harry to be humorous in unpleasant times. Closing his eyes because the pain was getting too much and falling to his knees, Harry let out a scream of pain. Then nothing, just blackness.

Poppy Pomfrey was once again checking over Harry, both Hermione and Ron wondering what she was doing. It had been almost 8 days since they had arrived at Hogwarts; Hermione had only been there for 7 days. She did have to get from the French Alps to Scotland in a muggle populated area after all. In both of their opinions however, it was eight days too long.

Madam Pomfrey's spells were always correct; she had been using them for over 50 years. To say she was adept in healing would be an insult; she was a mistress in the field. So when one spell came up as Harry showing some signs of consciousness, she was to say the least, surprised.

Ron and Hermione had been discussing what they had all been through together in their time at Hogwarts. From their 1st year, all the way to Umbridge last year. Suddenly Madam Pomfrey yelled out "Albus!" the echo of her voice rang through the empty school, meeting the headmasters frayed old ears. That did not stop him however. It was a good job he was the headmaster, he had taken up the office of Rowena Ravenclaw when he had arrived. It was not known where Gryffindor's office and chambers were. It was said to be near the very heart of the school. He had chosen his current office though for a variety of reason, it had hidden passages leading to each individual common room, and to the infirmary. Taken the said passage, he appeared just outside the giant wood oak doors guarding the infirmary. Entering, he rushed over to the only occupied bed.

"He appears to be in pain Albus, there's nothing I can do about it. I don't want to give him any pain relief potions because his case is unique. He could react with it, and given the circumstances, I would be responsible if he lost his magical ability. He's been nothing but quite, but his facial expressions explain it all. To say I'm worried would be an understatement."

Dumbledore leaned over the young man, what he saw surprised him to say the least. Harry was sweating bucket loads, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth opening and shutting, as if he was screaming or yelling with a silencing charm on him. The boy was bright red, Weasley hair red; he was in terrible pain; that much was obvious. 'Is he finally coming out of his coma? It must be nearly time, eight days is two days too long in my opinion.' He gently placed his hand on Harry's forehead; it was risky but would answer so many questions. Dumbledore was going to cast Legilems.

"Legilems", what he saw would have put an average witch or wizard in St. Mungo's for therapy. But this was Dumbledore, possibly the most adept wizard to exist. Well considering if Harry pulls through this he would be in 2nd or 3rd place. He saw so much pain and suffering of the boys past, he almost felt sick because he was the cause of this, he had sent him to the Dursley's whereas Lily and James had wanted him to be with Sirius or Carmen, his Godfather or Godmother. Suddenly Dumbledore was forced out of Harry's mind with such a force that he was sent coursing through the air, landing on the floor and skidding to the oak doors.

At that point, Harry's eyes darted open, he sat upright, and he let out a scream of pain. Everybody in that room jumped back, out of shock and the terrible scream, apart from Dumbledore who was still on the floor. Remus, Molly and Arthur Weasley entered just as he slumped back down to his bed. One word was heard just before he fell unconscious, "Help."

Getting straight to work, Madam Pomfrey told everyone to get out of her way. Casting checking and diagnosis spells over Harry she finally let out a sigh of relief.

"He's unconscious, nothing more. He appears to be in good health. A little underweight, well quite a bit actually, he is going to have to have an eye on what he eats that's for sure. He's mentally ok but something was odd. My diagnosis charm of his mental health stopped halfway through. It was as if my spell couldn't read his entire mind."

"How very strange." was all Dumbledore said. He knew of course that it was to be expected after what he had seen. "I think all we can do now is wait until he wakes up again. I will not be amazed if he makes a fairly fast recovery from now on. I can tell you that Harry has not become a squib, as you saw from his little demonstration earlier." A few giggles past the mouth of Hermione. "Just be wary of his temper from now on you two," He turned to Hermione and Ron, "especially you Mr. Weasley, I don't want you to take this as an offense, but given your current record, you have been the source of one or two of his tempers." Ron gave a solemn nod as he was brutally told the truth.

"A word of caution, you will do best not to get on Harry's wrong side this year. I will speak to professor Snape to tell him to warn young Mr. Malfoy. He will certainly want revenge for what Harry did to his father."

Hermione and Ron at the same time muttered "Yes sir."

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went over to their boy, flagged by a worrying Ginny. Hermione being absorbed in the Weasley gathering was also attacked with Mrs. Weasley's glare to say, 'Do as the headmaster says.'

"We know Mrs. Weasley, we both know." Hermione said.

After that, everyone apart from madam Pomfrey, Hermione and Ginny left to their rooms. Ron was taking a detour however to the kitchens.

Both girls were thinking the exact same thought 'What are we going to do about you Harry, what are we going to do.

So there we have it. I got my first review, yay, thanks Dragonkiss1984. That was the 3rd chapter. I sort of just re-read chapter three and thought it a bit vague in parts, and not really the length I wanted it to be so I added and extra thousand words to it. Hope you like the new and improved version.

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