Chapter Four
I was at the hospital at least once a week just to help out, sometimes I would stop by every two or three days. It just depended on if I had the time, helping people pleased me greatly. I wonder what Arron is doing today I wondered. Arron was great, he was helpful and fun to hang around. I still remember the conversation we had when I told him that I was a wizard I smiled fondly at that memory.
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"Arron, I have something I need to tell you." Harry spoke, moving towards where Arron was reading The Lord of The Rings. "Yeah?" Arron said, still not looking up from the page he was reading.
I stood in front of him, How am I going to tell him I'm a wizard. Hell, even I have problems believing it now that my entire world is gone. I thought, and it was true. If it was not for my ability to use magic I would have just assumed half my life had been a bad dream. So, deciding after debating for a few minutes I decided to do what any person in my position would do. I hoped for the best and blurted it out. "I'm a wizard" I stammered out, and then hoped for the best.
Arron did not even blink, and continued to read his book. "What was that Harry? I could have sworn you just said your a wizard". I blinked for a second. Alright... what the hell? I thought, before speaking again, this time much more firmly "I'm a wizard." This time Arron did look up, his eyes full of disbelief
"Yeah, and I'm Bill Gates. Really, what do you want Harry?" Arron growled, angered that Harry was playing this game with him. I sighed out in frustration, and spoke again "Look, really. I'm a wizard. I woke up two months ago after what I call the final battle, I say final because I have yet to see him again. Between me and Voldemort. Now, you can either believe me or not. Since I woke up, I discovered my entire world had vanished and now I have no idea what I'm doing or what happened. Remember all the trips I made without a real reason or just vanished at times?. Yeah well, I was looking for any traces of the wizarding world." I spoke in a rushed, rough voice. Arron sat there with his jaw hanging open and then proceeded to burst out laughing. "Good one Harry!" He then continued laughing and went back to his book. "Very funny, can you pass me my notebook?".
. . . . . . . . . . . . . That was all I could think, Nothing. My mind had went blank for around ten seconds and he had to ask me again. I growled and decided to levitate the notebook over to him. Arron took no notice at first, but he sure as hell did after I shoved it between his eyes and the book. I snickered when his eyes popped wide open and he jumped back, behind the couch. He came back up, looking over the top with wide eyes and kept stammering denials. I merely grinned, and levitated it closer, Arron got up slowly and put his hand under it, and then above it. Looking for some string or something similar. He finally gave up. "A... A wiz-wizard you say?" He stuttered. I nodded, and let him just stand there for a second. "S-So you can do M-m-magic and ride broomsticks" He said, and I again nodded. Suddenly however, I felt a massive pain take hold of me and my magic became very strained. I dropped the notebook as quickly as I could and stumbled to sit on the couch.
It wasn't really a physical effort, so I had no worry about breathing hard or anything else. It was merely a pain deep inside me, a throb if you would. One that never wanted to go away. "Harry?" Arron asked worriedly, looking at me. At the time I was looking very pale, and was fighting to stay conscious. "Harry?" He asked again, shacking my shoulder. I turned my head with some minor effort, and looked into his eyes as mine became more unfocused. "I-Its alright, give me five minutes to recover" I managed to get out. I sat there for five minutes just like I had said, recovering a little of my magic. I felt a bit better so I turned to look at Arron. He just sat there, gazing at me with worry but at the same time with astonishment. I would have laughed if I hadn't been so weak. "What was that?" He asked, and I grimaced for a second before saying "Magical Exhaustion. Normally, if I was using my wand that would not have happened until at least thirty minutes, but without it my magic is very weak. I can still use all of my old spells, but only for short bursts of time. I did not have anything of mine when I awoke, aside from my robes and glasses. And family rings. It passes, and I have managed to strengthen my magical core, it can hold twice as much magic as it could when I awoke."
After that, we talked some more. I discussed my ideas of how to find at least the remains of the wizarding world – at that point, it was all we were hoping to find. And he discussed what I could do should we never be able to find it, or should it really have been destroyed.
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I still chuckle at the look on Arron's face.
I looked around the apartment for what I knew would be the last time. I walked towards the door and Arron hugged me goodbye, wishing me luck. Once our goodbyes were done, I walked out the door. My heading was simple. France. My location was even more simple, I was going to search for The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
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I stepped off the plane and into the freezing cold weather. Snow was falling at a moderate rate but the gushing wind made everything seem like a blizzard. I walked down the ramp, and looked around for any indication of magical activity. It's like I suspected then. I thought, noticing no magical activity around. Yet another disappointment I however, did not give up all hope. I continued towards Beauxbatons. Now, I thought. Since they never told me where it was located I should do a Point-Me spell. Picking up a stick, I said loudly "Point me Beauxbatons Academy of Magic". The stick hovered in my hand and pointed West, towards the coast. I walked forward, knowing already it was likely to far to walk, I stopped near a cab and opened the door. I merely said "West" and he drove that way.
Five hours later
The stick started to move Southwest in my hand and I knew I was close. I told him to stop and paid him the money I owed. He looked at me for a second, like I was crazy and then took off. I heard the sound of crushing waves, alerting me that I was near the coast. I continued following the stick and after another thirty minutes stumbled into a clearing where the stick started spinning wildly around. "Not again" I whispered, depressed. I had again come into a clearing only to find nothing. "What the fuck?" I thought out loud, kicking a nearby rock into the clearing, and I stopped to stare at it, after hearing it hit something, and abruptly stop. I walked forwards, and waved my hand around only to feel nothing. I picked up another rock and threw it as hard as I could, this time I confirmed that it hit something, and had to dodge as it flew back at me.
I still felt nothing however, no magical wards and no physical objects. Is this a joke I thought, gazing around. Theres nothing there! Even if it was some spell or ward, I would still feel the magical residue. I knew something was there however, and was determined to figure out what.
One week later, inside a motel room near Beauxbatons
I tossed a stress ball up into the air, I was laying on the bed pondering what the hell happened. Obviously, something happened. I concluded What I want to know is what the hell happened, Physical objects can interact with the magical world it seems and yet I can not. I have yet to see another witch or wizard, which leads me to the conclusion of the muggle and magical worlds being either completely separated or the magical world is somehow out of phase with this dimension. Obviously something happened during the final battle that I am not aware of, and my desire to figure out what happened is getting stronger by the minute. Unfortunately this is beyond my skills, and I know not how to solve this.
I gazed at the ball in midair, coming down as if in slow motion. I pictured the ball transforming for a second into a ball of fire, and in the next instant it was one. My eyes widened and I pulled up my hand to catch it, before it could do any real damage. I shut my eyes, expecting to be in pain but nothing happened. I opened them, to discover the ball frozen in mid air, and I gazed at the room in shock. Everything was blurry, and the ball was still falling only if more slowly then before. I got up and looked at the flames slowly flickering and moved my hand under it, waving it. "Well shit" I said, before concentrating on time returning to normal. My eyes again widened and I cursed as the ball of fire fell onto the bed, and the sheets went up in flames. After putting the fire out, I silently wondered what the hell happened... and why the hell wasn't I tired after that?. "This day keeps on getting more weird" I mumbled, still in a state of shock from what happened.
Later that night
The wind rushed passed me, blowing my hair in all directions. The frozen mountains before me trembled in what seemed like terror as dragons of all kinds flew around in a massive battle. I watched in wonder as one swept right passed me, and its tail nearly hit my face. Shortly after this, I saw the mountains shudder and what seemed like boulders crashed down in front of an entrance, the battle stilled momentarily as one side gazed on in victory and the other in horror, before the battle plunged on and continued until both sides were almost completely slaughtered, the remaining few survivors took off into the mountains, and continued to battle until I couldn't see them anymore.
Light suddenly came into my vision and I abruptly woke up.
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I awoke panting as sweat rolled off me. Clutching my beating heart I got off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom, turning on the tap water and cupping my hands, I splashed some on my face before turning it off. I stopped to look in the mirror, seeing my reflection and I stated "What the hell was that" before heading off back into the bedroom to try to get more sleep. Only sleep did not come again for me that night, and I decided to make myself a midnight snack. "And where the hell was that place" I said, opening the breads bag and putting a butter knife in my mouth, sideways while I opened a jar of jam.
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"Hey! What the hell do you think your doing!?" A woman around twenty three cried out in horror as a two men ripped her purse out of her hands. Harry frowned, looking at this with calculating eyes. One of them is running down the street. His body facing away, another is rushing towards a truck. I'm assuming its their getaway vehicle. I hate assholes, but these assholes I really hate. Harry thought darkly "Hang on just a second miss, I'll get it back for you" Harry told her in a comforting tone before turning back to the man with her purse. Concentrating on the strap of the purse, which was currently in the mans hand I thought very strongly and clearly, picturing the strap being severed. Diffindo I thought I laughed silently as the man continued on, not noticing the purse missing and I walked up to it, bending down and picking it up before heading back to the woman and giving it to her. "Here you are miss, have a good day!" She had a dumbfounded expression on her face before she waved back at me and walked away in a daze.
Perhaps I could make a good police officer, I mused to myself. It might actually be fun. I considered the possibility for a brief second before waving it off. Nah, they would likely think I'm insane...
I had been considering what had happened for a few months now, And I had come up with a theory. The magic from the final battle was still in the air, and that was a very large amount of magic. Then a beam comes from the sky and strikes me dead on, since at that point I am channeling the most power due to my rage it took the form of its will and responded accordingly. But what happened I can only speculate. It is possible the backlash of magic modified the wards all over the country and actually reversed them, or in this case changed them. Making the magical world on another plane of existence however this still does not explain the lack of magical activity... is it possible it actually transported everyone with magic to another location? But that cant be it, if it did then everyone would be gone since even muggles have very small amounts of magic in them... I continued to muse for several moments, before giving up again. My dream kept haunting me and I did not like it one bit, it was almost calling me to that location. Only I had no idea where it was.
Certainly not Ireland... And not Alaska, I would have to guess its around the North Pole, but that would take months if not years to search. 'hell' I thought, rolling my head around a little to let loose a little tension that had built inside it. 'Even then, I would be insane by the time I had finished.' I chuckled for a second, 'I can see it now, Harry Potter. The insane boy who lived. That would give everyone a real chuckle' My thoughts continued in this direction for a few minutes before stopping. "I wonder if this is a gift" I thought aloud 'After all, so far my time away from that madness has restored most of my sanity' I finished in my mind. "And even then! What could they do, scold me for being away! HAHAHA" I laughed at this, before sighing and getting a little depressed again.
Unknowns to me, forces were at work that I will never be able to understand and suddenly my vision blurred blue and red, and I tumbled through something. When I looked up, I could have sworn I saw the structure from my dreams before reality distorted again and I was back where I was... only this time, I saw Neville. "What the bloody hell is going on?" I blurted out, looking at his relieved face... and then I saw Luna, before I passed out.