Right; I've got a problem with writing - as some of you might know I don't write often and when I do I seem to do it.. wrong? I guess.
I'll write a chapter and go back and re-read it but I can't ever think of anything else to put in it. So I pretty much end up with a Draft that I'll end up posting?
Anyone here that writes and wants to give me a tip on how to make my writing better? or how to go back and make it even better?
Three years later and Harry Potter still remained in the Albanian Forest with his 'Father', learning to control his abilities, apparently the only thing he had needed to do to stop unconsciously reading minds was to learn occlumency; the art of shielding ones mind. He was no-where near as good as he would have liked to have been in any of his skills, but he was only nine, he was more than likely one of the strongest magical nine year olds on the face of the earth.
Of course; he still couldn't travel exactly where he wanted with shadows, but it was getting easier. He had actually ended up at the right place sometimes, but other times he wasn't so fortunate. One time he had ended up somewhere in France, he had ended up being launched out of a shadow being cast from an elegant castle, he had gotten quite a few strange looks from the girls dressed in blue robes as he landed in front of them, barely landing on his feet. With a roguish grin and a wink he turned around and run back into the shadow, unaware of the few blushes he had earned for his actions.. Nonetheless, he had ended back up in the Albanian Forest after another few 'stops'.
He hadn't learned any actual magic yet though, due to him not having a wand - neither did his mentor, as he still hovered round the general area in his wraith form or in the form of a large snake that he possessed on occasion, the snakes were more than willing to give him their bodies as they believed him to be some kind of snake god visiting them from the heavens.
There also wasn't much you could do with wandless magic, it didn't matter how powerful the witch or wizard was, skin just apparently didn't make a good magic concentrator. The best a wizard could hope to do with offensive wandless magic was to transfigure and animate something to fight for them or simply use the wandless banisher, for defence however there was a lot of imagination involved, you could transfigure the floor into a towering stone wall to block curses, summon things into the path of spells.
However they were hard to cast and few were born with the pure magical power to use wandless magic. Harry had been summoning and animating since he lived at the Dursley's, it was a good hobby and staved of the boredom, distracted him from his hunger and thirst..
However he was trying to perfect his wandless banisher, but it simply wouldn't come to him, the concept was easy; force magic through your hand as if throwing a gust of wind..
But it wasn't that simple, it took a lot of practice. Voldemort had told him that when he had his body, he could cast a wandless banisher out of his entire body, literally blowing a clearing around him as his magic forced everything around him to fly away. It had taken him years to perfect, seven in fact.
Harry had been practicing for 3 years now; and he could barely throw a rock across a clearing.. and that was only on occasion!
He wanted it done by Hogwarts.
All of Harry's goals he wanted completed by Hogwarts; He wanted to be able to 'shadow travel' almost perfectly by Hogwarts..
He wanted to have mastered his wandless banisher by Hogwarts..
He wanted to be a master legillimens by Hogwarts..
Technically he already was a master legillimens, natural mind readers were classed as dangerous though, then again.. most uncommon traits were classed as 'dark' by the ministry.
His "Father" had put him through a ritual a few weeks before, the results were still astounding to him. Before he was a malnourished skinny boy without a hint of muscle on him, quick reflexes mind you..
But now.. after ingesting the blood of a vampire he had changed, the benefits were too good to pass up, though he was only nine he would never have to exercise for his body to grow stronger, it would grow with him in endurance, strength, speed and reflexes. Here stood Harry Potter, no longer a skinny child who wore thick rimmed glasses on his face. No, they had broken long ago where his first shadow travel had gone wrong as he smashed into a wall.
Now there stood Harry Potter, the nine year old with the athletic build, defined muscles, messy black hair and no glasses. His father had fixed his eyesight for him, while not as powerful as he would have been if he had a corporeal form, Voldemort was still plenty powerful.
The only downside to the ritual however was that his eyes changed with his mood. Normally an emerald green, if he got angry they would change to a blood red shade, but was it really a downside? They were nearly the same shade as his fathers; and maybe one day they would stay red permanently, or he would be able to control the colour some way.
They were so alike; Voldemort and Harry...
But together; they would change the world. No longer would children be beaten by abusive relatives, no longer would a magical child be introduced into the magical world on their eleventh birthday just because their parents were muggles.
No, if there was a muggleborn child they would be replaced with a squib, that was their goal. They both knew that within a thousand years if there was no new blood introduced into the wizarding world every pureblood would be so inbred that magic would simply fade from existence.
A few hundred years ago this wouldn't have been possible, as there were less squibs being born compared to muggleborns.. but with the amount of inbreeding to keep the families 'pure' more and more squibs were being born daily.
The wizarding world would finally be safe, they would distance themselves completely from the muggle community. Maybe the muggles weren't all bad,
and Harry accepted that. But some were, Mankind feared what it didn't understand; that was why magical creatures had started to distance themselves from the muggle world; if they didn't they would be simply hunted out of existence.
Muggles were cruel, it was the bottom line. They feared the wizarding world, so they hated it.. If you performed an act of magic in front of a group of muggles it would probably end in your death. It was a shame, there were some genuinely nice people living in the world.
It was why Harry wasn't going to destroy the Muggle world; those few people were by far the minority but they were enough to save the world from utter destruction at the hand of his father.
His father had been teaching him the finer points of magic, he knew the theory behind a lot of spells, but didn't have a wand to put them into practice, but today that would change. Today he was going to attempt to shadow travel to Diagon Alley, his father had possessed a man today before he changed a few notes of muggle currency into several galleons, he wouldn't be able to go to Diagon Alley with Harry, he couldn't run the risk of being recognised.
It was for that same reason that Harry couldn't visit Gringotts today, Voldemort knew that Dumbledore had Harry's key in his possession and once the goblins retained it, he would know that Harry had been in the wizarding world and was currently in Gringotts.
It wouldn't end well for him to realise that Voldemort had been raising him, he would be obliviated and returned to the Dursley's and who knows how much he would obliviate. He might even put the binds back on his magic, Harry and his father had taken forever to get rid of them and finally they were gone.
It was time to go anyway.
Harry walked into the dearest shadow and focussed as hard as he could on Diagon Alley, the world shifted around him as he melted into the shadow, he became the shadow, whatever a shadow touched he could move there freely.
Diagon Alley was finally coming into vision, a small grin twitched at Harry's mouth as the Alley came closer...
...Only to zoom away as Harry lost his train of thought, he was once again launched out of a shadow and ended up at the same castle in France..
The girls were back.. giggling once again, covering their mouths with a hand.
"Damnit.. piece of..." Harry trailed off, muttering obscenities under his breath but he soon looked up and gave the same roguish grin as he gave last time, he may have only been nine, but his father had been giving him lessons into charming the fairer sex. It was all part of being a dark lord,
you would have to be cunning, quick on your feet, powerful and of course charming.
"Comment vous appelez-vous?" (What is your name)Questioned a pretty platinum blonde haired girl, she had icy blue eyes, appeared to be in her second year.. she had an aura about her.
"Je m'appelle Harry P.." (My name is Harry P..) Wait a second, he wasn't meant to give out his name.. Meh, it's not like it would matter, they were in France. He would probably never see them again even if this was the second time this had happened..
"pouvez-vous parler anglais?" (Do you speak English?) Questioned Harry, he wasn't going to stay for long.. but he might as well say goodbye in his native tongue.. though that may be Parsletongue now..
"Yes." Replied the girl in a thick accent, it was strange talking English in France, the same it would be speaking French in the Albanian Forest with Voldemort.
"Cool, well... I've got to run, bye!" Harry called from over his shoulder as he walked into a shadow.. concentrating as hard as he possibly could on entering the wand shop in Knockturn Alley. Olivanders reported to Dumbledore after all, he told him every wand that was sold.
"I'm Fleu..!" Cried the girl, but he couldn't catch the end of the sentence as he had already started to warp into the shadow, until he flew out with a thud, he had only just caught himself from landing on his face.
He was soon on his way out of the shop, it had taken a few hours.. but he was now the proud owner of a Yew and Demon blood wand, excellent for duelling the man had said, great for the offensive spells.
At least he finally had a wand now, but it was two more years before he would ever step foot inside Olivanders, it was still two years before he was allowed to get himself a familiar.. and it was still two years before he would finally end up in Hogwarts, under the watchful eye of one Albus Dumbledore.