Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

AN: Because I'm an idiot, I never thought of the fact that I get reviews through my email as well. So, I simply checked those and found the reviews. And now, I'm going to answer a question I've received (keep sending comments and questions about the story. I am an awful writer and some help would be appreciated!)

MagicWarriorDragon: Yes, I did make his dialect more complicated then it really should be for a reason. I want to show that he is advanced enough to understand a lot of the things an eight-year-old shouldn't understand, and he can process things he doesn't know, but I have also shown that he is still a child and those emotions still come out (sometimes).

Harry Potter and the Never-Ending Possibilities

Chapter 6

Six nights have passed since the night he successfully teleported, and he started making small teleport jumps (read: at most six feet) throughout the day when people weren't looking to get used to the feeling his body gets. While it still felt weird, it no longer felt so foreign.

Since he has been practicing his teleportation for a while, he decided to start working on telekinesis again. As the clock hit eleven, he woke up and got off his bed for an important test.

"Well, now we'll see if I can lift something heavier than me," Harry said. He starting piling everything he had onto his bed, which wasn't much, but that didn't matter because even a few things added to the bed made it heavier than him. Now it was time to lift his bed.

Focusing on his magic, he reached out with it and spread it through the bed, feeling it completely. He slowly started to lift it off the ground, and with a grunt of effort, pulled it from gravity's grasp. Now that it was in the air, he could do anything with it as long as he kept concentration, but the magical cost was high, almost as much as a long Jump (as he liked to call his teleporting tendencies).

After holding the bed in the air for a while, Harry set it down and allowed his magic to relax after holding something up that was that heavy. Soon, he'd be able to lift people if he so chose.

After that levitation trick, Harry decided to call it an early night. He had something planned for later that would require his full attention.

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Since school was back in after the irritating Christmas break that everyone enjoys, Harry had to go back to school. Of course, everything was easy for him because his mind was many times more organized than any of the children and he could recall all the information given to him, but because of his relatives, he had to hide all of that. Well, maybe that was a good thing.

After all, he was a freak to the normal world.

He went through school and chores with an emotionless mask donned, and when it was time for his magic practice, he was ready.

Sitting down in a meditative position, Harry focused hard on his magic. Feeling the warmth spreading through his entire body, he focused on the way it feels to pick something up. Using that feeling, he tried lifting himself up.

Many seconds passed. Soon, it was minutes, then hours. After five hours of sitting there, Harry started lifting off the ground slowly. Having his eyes closed, he didn't quite realize yet that he was levitating a foot off his bed.

Suddenly feeling nothing underneath him, Harry opens his eyes to see what was happening. He lost his balance in the air and fell down, landing in a spread-eagle position on the bed.

"Does this mean I did it? Holy crap, I levitated!" Harry shouted in excitement. He heard some shuffling and heavy footsteps and thought he woke up Vernon. However, he heard the toilet flush a few seconds later and let out a sigh of relief. Vernon didn't hear him. He was in the clear.

This was a big moment. He knew that levitation could eventually lead to flight, and that would be great. Maybe he'd be flying over his town in the middle of the night, soaring through the clouds as the full moon shone overhead.

Magic was great.

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Waking up in the morning, Harry knew that he'd be tired for a long while because of his lack of sleep the night before. However, he did feel the distinct feeling of warmth that his magic gave spread throughout his body, seeming to act like caffeine. This meant he could stay up for long periods of time without having to sleep. Ooh, this is going to be a useful trait!

Going through the day in his meditative state, he started practicing emotions so that he wouldn't act like a robot all the time. This would help keep a level of normalcy around him so no one would suspect him of anything that happened in the future. It would be the perfect cover.

Was it sad that he seemed to be losing his emotions because of all of his practice? Maybe, but Harry didn't care. He only wanted to understand more of what he was doing, and if that meant sacrificing emotions, then so be it. It wasn't like he was losing his grip on right from wrong yet, right?

Once he reached eight o'clock, he went to his cupboard and didn't even bother going to sleep, wanting to discover the limits of his ability to stay awake and record some data on it. After all, what is the point of his powers if he didn't know anything about them?

On that note, Harry got into a sitting position again. This time, he kept his eyes open as he focused. He wanted to see for himself just how much he levitated off the ground.

"Okay, now spread the magic, feel the ground, imagine that falling away, is it working?" Harry whispered to himself, and noticed with disappointment that it wasn't working. Then again, how would it? He was the anchor for telekinesis, and since it was being warped to his perspective, there was no way of levitating himself, or at least that's what science dictates. It would be like trying to physically lift himself off the ground.

But this was magic! There was no need for logical thinking like that! He simply needed to believe in his magical prowess and hope for the best.

"Okay, here I go!" Harry muttered as he focused his magic again, thinking of his telekinetic abilities and trying to translate them to himself, but with less of a logical factor involved. There was a mantra running through his head of, simply believe, simply believe, simply believe.

From the looks of things, it was working. He was slowly lifting off the ground. Ecstatic, Harry made sure to keep at least half of his concentration on keeping this feeling of levitating alive. Another thing he noticed was the fact that he was still in sitting position, as if there was a solid surface directly under him and keeping the structure of his sitting position. Huh, odd.

After seventeen minutes of slowly rising higher and higher off the ground, Harry finally decided to let go of his control on his levitating body, allowing it to fall the three feet back to his bed with a thump. He quickly stood up to record his findings.

The first thing he recorded was the feeling he got from levitating. Writing things down often helped him replicate them. The second thing he jotted down was the fact that his magic seemed to keep his body in position when he was levitating. This could be a big deal, because it could mean that he could augment his body to lock his limbs in a position that he needs to hold for a long while. For what reason he'd need that, he had no idea, but it would of course be helpful to at least have the information in the end.

There was no such thing as being over-prepared with Harry Potter.