AN: Now this is a very short chapter indeed. I have been really busy with studying and had to do something for a break to clear my mind before I go to sleep and so this chapter happened. I feel like I will be dreaming about how Nixon's visit to China changed the world and I would much rather dream about my fanfiction instead. It is enough to have Nixon in my head while awake! I know it is short but I hope you can enjoy it!


HP FP Chapter 7

"Good morning, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall greeted Harry as he walked into the classroom. It was the classroom close to McGonagall's office where just a few days earlier he had had a meeting with Daphne and Astoria. Since then he couldn't stop thinking about Daphne. He was still confused about where they stood in relation to each other, but somehow he liked it. At least she didn't really seem to hate him anymore. He was lost in thoughts until someone cleared their throat loudly. That's when he realized where he was and his dreamlike feeling quickly turned into excitement as he remembered why he was where he was. While the rest of his class had Divination he was here having his special class. As he approached Professor McGonagall he noticed that the classroom had been a little renovated. The benches had been cleared to make a big circle of open area in the middle. However, what surprised Harry was not the open space but what was located in the middle of the classroom. In the middle there was a ring filled with water and a small island-like space in the middle with a mattress on it.

"I have a special affinity with water," She answered his question before it had finished forming in his head. "While you learn how to control your ability I will, at the same time, use mine to make sure that you don't damage anything. If you are anything like your father I know we will need it." She added with a sniff.

"That sounds really good, Professor," Harry replied, excited as to what this might mean. "It feels good to know that we will be safe, I really have no idea how this power works." He didn't really try to hide that he was bustling with curiosity when he thought of seeing her protect the room from his powers.

"That's why you are here. Now, let us get started." She motioned to the middle of the ring of water. "Take off your clothes and sit." She ordered and Harry, more than a little embarrassed to stand before the professor in only his underwear, did as told, carefully stepping over the water and sat down in the middle with his legs crossed. McGonagall sat down opposite him in the same position and started explaining. Harry could feel his heartbeat rising, partly because of the excitement of what he was going to learn and partly because he was worried that she would tell him to take off his underwear as well. "Good," Harry let out a slight relief to the amusement of the professor as she continued. "The first step in learning to control your element is to be able to feel it. To do this you will meditate and learn the shape and feel of your magical core. This will take time, weeks, perhaps months, do you understand?" At this Harry nodded. "Good. Now, let's get started on the practice. Close your eyes," she began to instruct him. "Now, try to look into yourselves, your magical core is located deep inside of your stomach. Try to visualize it, picture it as a fire burning inside of you, feel the warmth of it and let it spread through you."

Harry did as told and searched inside of him. He didn't know how long it took but finally he found some sort of glowing ball, he tried to mold it into a fire and after a lot of effort it turned into a blue flame. He could feel it's warmth as he tried to force it to spread throughout his body. It took him several minutes until he finally managed to move it, to one arm and then it disappeared. Frowning, he opened his eyes to find Professor McGonagall in the same position as she had been before he closed his eyes, not showing any sign that she had moved since. Her stern eyes showed slight disapproval as she met his eyes and in response he quickly shut them close again.

"Good, now do it again."

And so, he did as told, repeating the procedure until the hour ran out. It did get easier to find his magical core and mold it into the blue flame but whenever he tried to spread it throughout his body he mostly just lost connection, and the seldom times he did manage to spread it, he only managed to feel it in one of his limbs and after a moment it was gone and he had to restart. He had no idea how long he had been doing this until Professor McGonagall called for a stop. As he opened his eyes, he noticed that he was completely drenched with sweat, and starving.

"Well done Mr. Potter," She said as she stood up and started to walk for the door. "We will continue next lesson. Now it is time for a well deserved lunch." Before she had reached the door, however, Harry called out to her. An idea had hit him.

"Professor," He called as he hurried after her. "Do you also picture it that way, the magical core, as a flame I mean?" He talked so fast that he actually reminded Professor McGonagall of another Gryffindor who acted similarly when she was on the hunt for knowledge.

"As a matter of fact, I don't, Mr. Potter," She replied. "A very valid question, but no, whenever I work my element I imagine my magical core as a river, flowing through my body."

This made Harry stop and think for a moment before he carried on. "Professor, would it be possible, for me, to control water if I imagined it that way?" McGonagall could hear the hope hanging in his voice and it put a smile on her lips.

"Another valid question, but no. It is not possible. The important thing isn't really how you visualize your magical core, but that you feel it and can grasp it." She explained as they began to walk down the hall. "The trick about visualizing it as the form of your element is a way to help you grasp it and keep your focus to control it. You could start thinking of it as water, but you are still a pyromancer and it wouldn't change anything other than your focus and control. I for one, would think it to be very hard to control my water while thinking of my magical core as fire." This caused Harry to stop in his step and ponder, one could almost hear the gears in his head working. "Now, if you'll excuse me Mr. Potter, I would like to get to the Great Hall before lunch is over and I suggest you do the same, you do have afternoon classes and I am sure you don't want to be late to Potions with Proffessor Snape."

As an answer, Harry just nodded, too lost in thought to record what she just said as he slowly made his way down to the Great Hall.


AN: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it despite it being so short! You are welcome to review for either my request or anything else you would like to say. Anything and everything is appreciated!