The Department of Mysteries and End of Impromptu Holidays
Ben still didn't trust Dumbledore. Luke couldn't help but think that he was a tad bit paranoid but who was he to question his master. On his orders Luke was cautious around Dumbledore.
They had concluded that there was a leak in the DoM. Still they had no choice but to trust them with the 'puberty problem'.
With the amount of disclosure that had already happened, Ben concluded that they should perform a planned disclosure. After listening to Ben for a few minutes, Luke decided he never wanted to have anything to do with politics. Never.
The unspeakables continued to visit him. They would cast diagnostic spells and mutter amongst themselves. Much more forthcoming was Nicholas Flamel, who tried to explain things... But the key word was tried; Luke was lucky to understand a single word per sentence. The only person who had successfully explained anything was professor Vector who put it in layman's terms. Basically the dissolved stone was like a magnet and his magic another. Right now there touching but both sides were positive and so they were repelling. If they turned around the stone's, the two would attract and act like a single magnet.
At the moment the most feasible route seemed to be forcing a massive flow of magic through Luke. It would, they speculated, turn the field. The reason they had not done it yet was that forcing large amounts of magic through someone was not a very safe thing to do.
However, they had ruled out most of the other possibilities and it was looking like they might have to use the 'large amounts of magic' strategy.
The Minister of Magic was demanding to speak to Luke. It was necessary to allow it now that Luke was out of the hospital wing. And that is how Luke found himself in a spare classroom with Ben, Dumbledore and the Minister of Magic.
"Headmaster, Mr. Evans, and you must be Ben's guardian." The Minister greeted.
"His master, actually, he is my apprentice." Ben corrected evenly.
"In what?" the minister asked.
"The Jedi arts, Minister." Ben was straight forward.
"And what are the 'Jedi Arts'."
Had it not been for the fact that the did not want to alienate the Minister Luke had no doubt that Ben would of given a 'cryptic Jedi Master response'. Instead he answered, "You know, I have no doubt Minister, of Luke's mother's disappearance. She reappeared in a very different world. In this world there was no magic. In it's place was the Force." To emphasize his point he moved a hand and the teacher's desk moved. "Many of us acted as the highest level of law enforcement, the Jedi. We defended democracy and it's ideals. Another Force strong with a lust for power worked his way up into a position of power. He destroyed democracy, created a dictator ship and tried to kill the Jedi. He killed Luke's father, Anakin Skywalker. Luke's mother was injured. She created a portal back to this world and brought and rescued me by bringing me here. She died in childbirth and I used the Force to cause the Department of Mysteries to let me and Luke go."
"I see..." the Minister said slowly, "Do you think you world can ever be saved?"
"I think that we would need a outside source to help us."
The minister's face lit up. "Well, I am sure we can give monetary support."
"Luke is the new beginning of the Jedi. When his training is done we will return... With any support you will give us. Though soldiers would be ideal..."
"I think that in a few years we might be able to help you. It will of course be up to the next minister."
"That is all we can ask."
"Mr. Evans, there is nothing I can say to express my gratitude for your getting rid of Voldemort."
"It was my duty as a Jedi," Luke responded shortly.
"Well, however I can help you I will try to. The Department of Mysteries has put your problem as it's highest priority. And anything you need for your training is available to you."
"Thank you, Minister."
The minister left. Ben mentioned that it had gone well and they went to get lunch.
After a few days the DoM decided that they had to use the 'lot's of Magic option'. The ritual was simple. There was a point for a magically charged crystal with a line of magically conducting ink. At the end of the link was a spot for Luke's legs. There was a spot for Luke's head followed by a link to another crystal which would absorb magic. All Luke had to do was lay down.
Luke stood at the 'foot point' aware that he was about to take a risk. Forcing down his nervousness he sat down and put his head at the 'head point'.
It was not painful. It was overwhelming. It stripped away any defense and left him bear, over run by the power that flowed through him. It was awing. Luke was tempted to shield himself with the Force but knew that it would cause problems.
Then it finished. The flow was done. He felt someone grab his hand and lift him up. He drew on the Force and cleared his mind. Strengthened by the Force he stood.
"How do you feel, Mr Evans." Questioned a unspeakable.
"Tired."
"The diagnostic charms are showing your Magic to have integrated. Are you able to confirm this by casting a spell."
Luke didn't respond but instead drew his wand, "Lumos" he incanted though he wanted to say 'lux'. His wand lit up brightly. He was better.
Satisfied that he was better, he was told that he should get some rest. He crawled into bead and did not bother to meditate. As soon as he was in, he was asleep.
The next morning Luke felt better. He checked himself with the Force and though he seemed different that before the stone incident he felt 'right'.
Because of Voldemort's death, school had been ended for celebrations. It was expected to be at least another weak before they reconvened. The few students who had not gone home stared at Luke in awe.
Luke and Ben met in the Room of Requirements. Ben spent a hour testing Luke's abilities. He finally concluded, "You've improved. Your father insisted on neglecting his meditations. You have not done this which means that we can move on to certain trances. Your success in integrating a similar style into Shii-Cho is a great feat for someone at your level. I have decided to begin teaching you a new lightsaber form. I would like you to either choose Ataru, a acrobatic form, or Soresu , a defensive form.
Luke knew that his major problem in dueling was that his potential paths of escape consisted of three things: left, right or down. If he could add up to that list he would be able to dodge most attacks. "Ataru, Master."
Ben nodded. "In that case, let us begin. How high is your Force aided jump?"
Luke's studies were intensive. Ben and him worked Ataru for much of the weak. They also worked on trances which were a sort of harnessed meditation. Luke was taught the basics of two techniques, a healing trance, and a sleep substitution. With Luke focused on his studies, time passed very quickly.
Eventually the time came for classes came. Luke was treated to no shortage of stairs from students as he made his way to the DADA classroom. It just made the fact that his first class was with professor Potter worse.
He stepped through the door to professor Potter's class and took a seat. That is sat and was prepared to leap when professor Potter inevitably shot a spell at him. The spell came as soon as professor Potter came through the door. Instead of whirling to the side as professor Potter was expecting, he jumped. The defense classroom had a high ceiling but it still prevented Luke from using the trough power of Ataru- height. After a week of study he was far from a master of Ataru but he was able to guide his fall between the spells. He landed on a desk. He jumped again somersaulting over professor Potter. He cast a spell which was only blocked by a last minute shield.
He simply jumped again and cast a hail of spells at professor Potter. This time one hit him. Thee body binding curse was enough to stop professor Potter. Luke walked over and pointed his wand. "finite incantem."
Professor Potter's face twisted into a rage "Obsecro" a knife shot at Luke's chest. Luke sidestepped, forewarned by the Force. Luke shot another body binding curse. Professor Potter was blind with rage and did not see it. Luke felt anger bubbling up and promptly squished it. Looking to one of the awe-struck students Luke said, "I am going to the headmaster. Watch professor Potter." The student nodded. Luke swiftly walked through the corridors up to the headmaster's office. He was there shortly. He knocked. "Enter." and he did. "What can I do for you Mr Evans?" asked the headmaster.
"Professor Potter just tried to kill me. I thought I should get you." Luke maintained a calm voice. The headmaster looked at him incredulously and then got up and walked towards the door. The two quickly headed towards the defense classroom.
They entered the classroom to see professor Potter, body bound, being watched like a hawk by the student Luke had ordered.
Dumbledore looked at a Hufflepuff and asked "Ms. Bones, Could you tell me what happened?"
"Of course, sir. Professor Potter and Luke had their customary duel at the beginning of the class. By a lot of jumping Luke was able to overcome professor Potter. Professor Potter was angry and conjured a fast moving knife at Luke's heart. Luke sidestepped, bound him and went to get you." The girl said.
Dumbledore sighed, "Mr. Evans, release professor Potter."
Luke complied and Professor Potter began shouting. "lies- All of it. Albus, Don't believe this madness. Evans is a arrogant-"
"That is enough, Professor Potter. Mr. Evans, if you could follow us to my office." Luke nodded, the headmaster continued. "Class dismissed, please explain the situation to professor McGonagal."
Over the course of the walk to the headmaster's office, professor Potter tried to complain several times. Each time Dumbledore cut him off. When they arrived no one sat down.
"James you fool! Why did you do this? The war ends and you attack the hero. How can I protect you this time? I can't even say that the children need a good defense professor to survive the war. You know how difficult it is to get someone competent."
"Albus, it's not my f-"
"Fault, James? It is completely your fault. The only question is what Mr Evans wants to do now."
This presented a problem to Luke. He was still angry. If he acted in anger he would be giving into the Dark Side. He had no choice but to do the opposite of what he was being tempted to. "Before I came to his class he was the best defense teacher you have had, headmaster?" Seeing the nod he continued, "The I will leave his class, I will study on my own and he can continue teaching."
"A noble decision... However I refuse to see your education damaged from it. I will teach you myself." Dumbledore decided.
"Headmaster, you can't be serious," professor Potter interjected.
"I am perfectly serious, James. We will tell your class that the knife was enchanted not to hurt Luke. To prevent further 'misunderstandings' Luke will be studying with me instead of you." Dumbledore concluded.