Please realize that they will always be some holes in any magical theory, simply because magic itself does not exist, at least not the way it is in Harry Potter. This is fiction. That said, feel free to pick holes in it and tell me about it. I will try to give a viable explanation.

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Chapter 7 – Say Hi to Magic

The man turned into the alley, keeping himself pressed close along the stone walls that were high and narrow, their uneven stones blocking out the moonlight, shrouding the cobbled path in near darkness.

A few feet behind him stood another man, undetected, and hidden by the invisibility cloak. 'The', not 'an', because this was the original invisibility cloak, the all powerful hallow, and the man underneath it was Harry Potter himself. Harry moved carefully, quietly and steadily. He was the predator, and the man he had been stalking was prey.

Harry knew that the alley was a dead end. He twisted his hand and closed it around the wand that shot out of its holster.

Harry took to the skies, a few charms and clasps (one could never be too careful) ensured that the cloak would keep him covered. The gusts of wind he summoned pushed him up and ahead of the man, and he settled down at the very end of the alley and waited for his prey to come to him.

The prey - a middle aged I'm-a-tough-mobster-don't-mess-with-me chap named Ralph – was completely unaware of Harry's presence. In his pocket were five grams of snake blood – a very special snake's blood.

Owning the snake was illegal, selling its parts was illegal, and selling its blood was illegal as well. Not that Ralph cared about the law, here was a criminal through and through. He hadn't even bothered to draw his gun once throughout his walk, he was confident he had shaken off anybody following him.

He was a muggle, but he often helped wizards smuggle stuff about. Not that he knew he was helping wizards. The people who were paying him didn't say too much about themselves. The wizards of course used him because by their reasoning, a muggle was below suspicion… right?

Ralph halted abruptly as a man wearing a black robe stepped out from the shadows. A hood covered his head, and his face seemed to be covered by… shadows? Two glowing blue eyes stared at him from the darkness. Ralph took one look at those eyes and dove to his left, drawing his gun as he did so. He went by his motto: shoot first, ask questions later.

He lined the gun up, and Harry disappeared. The man almost rubbed his eyes and hesitated, but pulled the trigger anyway. But Harry was no longer there, and the bullet thudded into the wall.

Ralph backed away, a gun in each hand now. Both were silenced, so he didn't have to worry about someone hearing a racket and come running to investigate. He cackled menacingly (or so he thought; Harry just idly wondered if he had a cough).

"Playing dress up, are we? Have you any idea who I am?"

Harry frowned at that. His outfit was one of a kind, something he had picked up from his vault. In addition to its magical properties, most people found it exceedingly scary.

Ralph was plenty scared. He just about kept his hand from trembling. He thought he heard another sound behind him, and turned, firing another two shots. And then, when he twisted his head around, he found a smiling Harry right in his face.

Harry had his wand held at hip level, pointed into Ralph's midriff. He stunned him, and caught him before he hit the ground. Harry relieved the man of his weapons and the snake blood. He then levitated the man into the shadows and hunched against the back wall, invisible once again. Ralph's friends were in for a nasty surprise.

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Late that night, Harry sat cross-legged in his meditation room – a small room, though not claustrophobic, with one wall comprised entirely of glass, like a window.

Moonlight wafted through it, bathing the plush red carpet that Harry was currently sitting on in silver luminescence. The room was emptied of everything else, allowing one to refrain from being easily distracted and focus without difficulty.

Ten minutes later he was at the dining table, tucking into the spread his house elf had laid out for him and his wife.

A lot had happened in the past few years, since that night he had discovered how to access the magical dimension.

Harry's magic was now stable. Occasionally it would begin to get out of control, causing his body temperature to rise to a fever pitch, and meditating always helped. Meditating and had now become a routine whether or not he needed to do it. He enjoyed it, as it calmed him and let him compose himself at the end of the day. Harry hadn't had a magical outburst for almost half a year now.

Slipping into the magical dimension was simple now. Harry pictured a white plane, and let his magic push into it, and a second later he would be in the magical plane.

He could see only magical objects in the magical plane, and at that he saw only blue and purple magical energy. The mist that hung around was just magical energy dispersed about. He could not move in the magical dimension, only his head.

If Harry went into 'magical mode' now, he would see a deep blue figure in a sitting position opposite him (his wife) as well as her wand floating in the air. Floating because the table and chair were not magical and he could not see them.

The only colors were blue and purple, but they were in various hues. Intensity of the light determined how powerful the object was.

When he looked down he could see his figure, and it was a deep, deep blue.

At one point, Sam had conducted two rituals to help Harry, which had caused Harry's own beliefs to change; he learned that what he had always considered dark magic was not necessarily evil itself, and that the intentions behind the magic matters a lot.

All his raw power and fast developing skill (he trained with the best) had helped him get into the Prongs department. He had named it himself. It was a small group of the best, and most trusted, aurors, although they were not officially a part of the Aurors. To the public, Harry's rank was an average auror, and only that.

That wasn't all Harry was though. Harry was every remaining death eater's nightmare.

After the war, all those who knew they would be hunted for their crimes got together at Voldemort's fortress. With Voldemort himself gone, the wards were weakened, but were still plenty strong. Finding the place itself had been a problem too. A fair number of foreign wizards and witches were holed up there as well, bolstering the remaining death eaters.

They had come to serve Voldemort two days after the battle of Hogwarts, only to find that he had been defeated. Apparently Voldemort was going to recruit as many as he could, from overseas as well. He had been forced into attacking Hogwarts because of the threat to the horcruxes.

These remaining wizards and witches had resorted to guerrilla type warfare, randomly attacking both muggle and magical people. By the time the fortress was found, a lot of time had gone by, and Harry was already in the ranks of the aurors.

As the aurors waited outside, Harry had transformed into a phoenix, and flashed within the wards. He had gone deep inside the fortress undetected and disabled the wards. Even afterwards, he personally took down most of the handful of scattered lunatics that escaped the raid.

This earned him a place in the new group being formed, although the aurors didn't know how he had done it. The people in charge were having trouble coming up with a suitable name for it, and Harry had requested that it be named Prongs.

His request was accepted at once. Of course it had been accepted - he was Harry Potter. Words failed when it came to describing the public's affection for him.

He had finally started dating Ginny about a year after the battle of Hogwarts, and only when he was sure he could control his magic. Ginerva Weasly had become Ginerva Potter only eight months back. Of course, Ginny now knew everything; hallows, horcruxes and magical mode.

They lived in House West, the place where James Potter had spent his early years. Harry presumed the name of the rather large property was because it had the shape of an arrow of sorts, pointing west. With the house had come Diffit, a female house elf.

For once Harry Potter was at peace, and had no trouble on his mind. Of course that couldn't last. He really should have seen it coming. He was Harry Potter after all.

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Harry slipped off the bed and into his white, fluffy bunny slippers. The slippers were a present from Ron, and while Ginny had told him that heroes don't wear bunny slippers, Harry had really liked them.

They were just so fluffy, comfortable, and warm, not to mention cozy and soft…He glanced at the other side of the bed where Ginny was sleeping peacefully. The sun had just risen, but Harry didn't feel sleepy.

He splashed water onto his face, changed and headed for one of the underground storage rooms.

In one of those rooms, Harry put his palm flat against a wall, and a section sprung back and aside. Harry went through, emerging into an extremely small dark room. Ginny had insisted that that was way too cliché – the hidden compartment underground and the small dark mysterious room – but Harry found that he quite liked the arrangement.

He lit the small magical chandelier over head, bathing the room in soft yellow light. The room was bare, except for a small cupboard. Harry opened it.

Inside, on the left there was a peg, in the middle a small shelf with a velvet box on top. On the right was another shelf with small cushion on it.

He had come to his senses after the battle of Hogwarts, and had retrieved the resurrection stone, also keeping the elder wand with him. The stone had proved elusive, but it hadn't been all that hard to find.

The peg was for the invisibility cloak (which was currently in the shape of an o-ring on his left wrist - He used it often), the velvet box held the elder wand and the stone nestled in the cushion.

He retrieved the other two hallows before going to the meditation room.

He sat there, with the three hallows in front of him. In magical mode he could see that all three were very powerful objects, but he always sensed something was incomplete. There wassomething off, but he could never understand what.

He had been very busy the past few months, what with Prongs and training in Quidditch – Harry was due to join the Chudley Cannons the next season. He wasn't good enough for the top teams yet, as he had had no proper training.

He would benefit from the playing time, and the Cannons would benefit from the financial advantages of having the chosen one on their team. Ron was delighted about it, he was sure the Cannons were now on the rise. Harry, however, didn't feel that way after his first practice, but he let Ron dream on.

It was Ginny that had convinced him to take up professional Quidditch and leave law enforcement – Ginny herself had broken into the first team of the Yellow Banshees (a fairly decent team) the past season.

With being so busy, he hadn't really thought about it too much, but this past week he had suddenly felt drawn towards the hallows. He had to know what was incomplete. It was almost an obsession. It wasn't until yesterday that he had thought of doing something. He was going to try it out now.

He now folded the cloak into a triangle and placed it in front of him. The stone was placed on it, and finally the wand on the stone – Harry tried to duplicate the sign of the deathly hallows with the actual objects.

Almost immediately, he sensed a huge magical current being given off from the arrangement in front of him. He hesitated briefly, but then went into magical mode.

Harry stared at the twisting vortex of energy ahead. The arrangement of hallows had formed a whirlpool of energy in the magical dimension.

Harry felt himself being sucked inside, and he resisted – at first. But then again, he felt the urge to find out what it was - he had to do it. Harry let his will subside, and the next second he was sucked into the vortex.

If Harry had known about wormholes, he would have likened to the experience of it. All around him was pitch black, with streaks of blue and white. He seemed to be travelling at tremendous speed...Before he suddenly he stopped moving.

Below him was magical energy - he was still in the magical dimension. The plane of crackling energy spread out as far as he could see. The mist was extremely thick now, and he could see nothing above him. He could only see the plane below because of its intensity. It was like pictures of the sun's surface, with flares and roiling energy – but in blue and purple.

'HARRY POTTER.'

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Harry looked about for its source, but found none. It was surprising he could hear, after all he didn't actually have physical ears here…

And then ahead of him he noticed the mist was coagulating, and it formed the shape of a human. The features of this person changed, warping all the time, and Harry found that he could not even determine whether the person was male or female.

'Who…?' he thought.

'YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND'

'What?… Wait. You can read my thoughts?'

'YES.'

'Who are you? How do you know my name?' he asked.

'I AM MAGIC.'

Harry wondered briefly if he was hallucinating. He changed tactics.

'Where are we?'

'LISTEN CAREFULLY. YOU HAVE COME WHERE NO ONE SHOULD EVER BE ABLE TO COME. A CHAIN OF EVENTS HAS MADE THIS POSSIBLE, EVENTS THAT CANNOT POSSIBLY OCCUR AGAIN.

'LOOK DOWN. WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING AT IS THE MAGICAL CORE OF THE WORLD, NOT UNLIKE THE PHYSICAL CORE.

THIS IS SPHERICAL TOO, LIKE THE PHYSICAL CORE. YOU CANNOT COMPREHEND ITS SHAPE BECAUSE OF ITS SIZE.

'LOOK CLOSELY. YOU MIGHT JUST BE ABLE TO SEE – THE SPHERE IS MADE UP OF STRANDS. STRANDS OF TIME, AND MAGIC. YOU COULD SEE EVENTS OF THE PAST AND PRESENT FLASHING BY INSIDE THEM, IF YOUR EYES COULD TRACK MOVEMENTS AS FAST AS THESE.'

The next second Harry found himself closer to the core. His mind was reeling from this information. He focused, and now he saw – the core was comprised of giant strands, like a ball of yarn. Pictures played out in them, moving too fast for him to catch anything, it was just a blur to him.

'MAGIC BROUGHT YOU HERE, ITS SONG URGED YOU TO USE THE VORTEX CREATED BY THE HALLOWS.'

'I did feel something was off, but I had this strange compulsion only about a week back… Look. I don't fully understand. Explain.'

'THE LAST BIT OF MAGIC SETTLED IN YOUR SYSTEM, ONLY THEN YOU FELT THE COMPULSION.
'YOU CANNOT FULLY UNDERSTAND. YOU ARE ONLY HUMAN, YOU CANNOT FULLY COMPREHEND.'

'Like the baby in the mother's womb.'

'YES. EXACTLY'

Sam had given him this example, a quote from a great man from the middle east. The baby, while still in its mother's womb, has not even opened its eyes. If you were to tell it about the sights, sounds and smells of the outside world, could it actually understand what the world was like? It cannot.

Sam strongly believed humans hadn't even scratched the surface of what was available to be discovered. Greater the sea of knowledge, longer the shoreline of wonder.

'YOU KNOW YOU CANNOT RETURN TO YOUR BODY.'

'What!'

'YOU CANNOT. AND IN A FEW MINUTES, YOUR BODY WILL DISENTEGRATE. YOU CANNOT SURVIVE IN A PLACE OF THIS POWER. ALREADY YOUR PHYSICAL BODY HEATS UP, AND YOUR CLOTHES START SMOKING.'

'Then why did you call me here?'

'IT WAS NOT INTENTIONAL. THERE WERE…FACTORS. SUCH AS YOUR UNNATURAL POWER, AND ABOVE ALL, YOUR POSSESSION OF ALL THREE HALLOWS. THE HALLOWS SUBMIT THEIR MAGIC TO YOU, ONLY YOU COULD USE THE VORTEX YOU SAW. FOR THAT MATTER, ONLY THREE PEOPLE HAVE SEEN THE MAGICAL DIMENSION.

'MAGIC ITSELF, HARRY POTTER, IS HURT. THE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION, AND EVIL IT IS BEING USED FOR…

'HELP MAGIC. YOUR CONNCECTION TO MAGIC IS THE STRONGEST IN HISTORY, AND NOW EVEN MORE SO, DEMONSTRATED BY THE FACT YOU HAVE COME TO THE CORE OF THE WORLD.'

'Evil will never be completely defeated.'

'YES. BUT MAGIC IS BEING USED TO KILL AND TORTURE INNOCENTS, USED TO FURTHER ONE'S OWN POWER FAR MORE NOW, THAN AT ANY POINT IN THE PAST.

INSIPIRED BY RIDDLE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY OTHER WIZARDS ARE SLOWLY TRYING TO BUILD POWER BASES. WITHIN THE NEXT DECADE, ANOTHER FIVE DARK LORD… WANNA BE'S… FOR A LACK OF A BETTER WORD WILL RISE.'

'And they'll be beaten. Always have, always will.'

'YES…'

Harry tried to calm himself. 'What is the point of any of this, if I'm going to die now?'

'YOU ARE EXCEEDINGLY CALM.'

'Calm! I'm hysterical.' Harry's next few words were not very nice. Most of them would be termed as profanity.

'ENOUGH,' The figure said, cutting Harry off. 'GOOD LUCK HARRY POTTER. KNOW THAT YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO SUMMON ME AGAIN, WITHIN THE MAGICAL DIMENSION.'

'Wait! HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?'

But the figure was already dissolving.

From the core, one thin strand uncoiled and shot up at him. It entered in the center of his chest, and emerged from Harry's back.

Agony. Pain, pain of the like Harry had never experienced before. He felt magic wash through him, and it threatened to burst out of his body, effectively combusting him.

He fought it, tried his best to control himself, and all the time the pain was building…

Harry screamed soundlessly. And then all around him, darkness.

His life flashed before him. He saw events of the past year, his marriage, then even before that, and then even before that.

The images were growing in speed, and Harry fought against them, instinctively willing them to slow down.

He saw the battle of Hogwarts, dead bodies lying around. He saw himself trapped in Malfoy Manor, he saw Bill's wedding, he saw a green jet of light hit Dumbledore in the chest, saw his 'Sectumsempra' tear through Draco's chest, saw Slughorn trying to pass himself off as furniture...

And then Harry saw Sirius fall through the veil. He screamed in his mind, and continued screaming. Emotions. Pain. He could feel himself splitting apart.

But seeing Sirius had woken up something within him. The images were slowing now.

And suddenly, they stopped. He saw himself lying in a bed in the infirmary, after the last task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

And then the pain subsided, and he felt exhausted. Darkness clouded his mind, as his awareness began to slip away.

Desperately, he thought of four people.

His best friends, Ron and Hermione, who were there with him through everything, always by his side, came to the forefront of his mind. Their faces swam above him - Ron's laughing heartily at something, Hermione's amused but slightly exasperated face watching on. What they were laughing about, he couldn't tell, but it comforted him to see his friends' familiar faces.

And Ginny, his beautiful, loving, brave wife. She had always supported him, and was often very comforting and calm in the face of a crisis. When needed, though, she was always prepared to face a challenge, no matter how impossible it seemed. Her face floated above his as well.

The beautiful, fiery expression in her eyes matched her red hair as she gazed at him with love and determination. What provoked such an expression, Harry was not sure of, but he knew that what he saw in her face now was what made him fall for her.

Their faces surrounded him, and then Harry thought no more.

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Harry's robes at the beginning, its based off a yu gi oh card. No, I don't play it anymore, but I used. Long back. Long long back.

The card is the image for this story.

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