Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

AN: I forgot to address this at all in the story, and it's kind of important. The Dursleys didn't let Harry even near the living room where there was a television. They wanted him to be unaware of how the world worked in normal households so that he wouldn't question their actions. It was an idiotically smart move, but it has prevented Harry from seeing anything even remotely magic on the telly to get ideas from. Of course, now it doesn't even occur to him, since he's so preoccupied with his own magical activities to care.

Harry Potter and the Never-Ending Possibilities

Chapter 8

Harry was a bloody genius. At least, he thought of himself as one.

He used the opportunity of invisibility as a multi-tasking goal. First, he'd teleport to the bathroom, and then he'd use the mirror to watch his progress on invisibility. All in all, it was a win-win situation.

The first time he teleported himself to the bathroom, he accidentally landed on the edge of the tub, falling inside it and creating a loud crashing noise. The only reason his relatives didn't punish him for it was because they were snoring as loud as a damn motorcycle in a closed garage.

Even Petunia.

Anyway, Harry had gotten better at blind jumping, because of this. He also practiced jumping from room to room just to get that extra practice.

He seemed to have hit a block in his invisibility technique. He has been working on it for a week now, and no more than an arm was turning invisible at a time. He couldn't understand why, though, since it should be the same concept throughout his entire body.

"Maybe if I focus instead on spreading it an inch at a time, it would work. After all, I've only been trying it all at once. Maybe if I work my way a little at a time, that would help," Harry thought aloud. He was still in the habit of talking to himself. It helped alleviate the sense of loneliness he was developing from being awake for so long and not having any company to spend it with.

And so, he started inching his invisibility through his entire body. He started with his arm, then moved it over his chest and neck, eventually working on the head. Even getting just there took two weeks. This was going to be a long process.

,=,e

Harry finally got his torso completely invisible. He now started to work on his legs, but that was a little harder since it gave him a feeling of weightlessness that made him feel unbalanced, so he was more hesitant to do it. However, for the sake of invisibility, he got over the feeling and persevered.

It didn't take long to become completely invisible. Now, he just needed to practice it so that he didn't have to slowly spread it every time he wanted to become invisible.

And so the logs began anew.

Magical Log Renewed Day 1: Invisibility

I've started on my goal for instant invisibility. It's surprisingly hard. I can only make my left arm invisible to start, then spread it to the rest of my body. It's odd, but then again, so is magic.

Magical Log Renewed Day 2: Invisibility

I haven't made much progress, but I feel like I am doing something important. I get an odd feeling that this is an important process and I am going to need it in the future. But, I digress.

Magical Log Renewed Day 3: Invisibility

I have managed to instantly turn my head invisible as well as my left arm. My next goal will be my right arm.

,=,e

Magical Log Renewed Day 19: Invisibility

I have finally completed the process. It took just over two weeks, but I am now able to become completely invisible on a whim. It should also be noted that teleportation is now an automatic action; nothing at all like it began as. I can now teleport easily and hardly even feel it. I think I have been desensitized to the feeling, and as far as I'm concerned, I have been. It's magic, I don't need to be too scientific with it.

Granted, this is a book that I'm recording data in to analyze, so I really shouldn't be talking about not thinking it in a scientific way.

Oh well.

Harry was finally finished with his invisibility, and felt like it was time.

"I'm going to try to stop time. This is going to be an essential ability." Harry pondered on how he was going to do this. Before, it was from pure fear. Now, however, he was in a controlled environment with much more tightly controlled magic and no scientific way to go about it, so he was clueless. "I'm going to go about this the extremely scientific way of 'start generating magic and hope.'"

Feeling his magic, Harry started pulling on it and allowing it to leave his body and spread out, trying to think purely about stopping time. After releasing his magic for a while, he decided to test it. By spitting.

Gathering saliva in his mouth, Harry quickly teleported to the bathroom to see if he stopped time like he hoped he did. He spit over the sink and noticed how his saliva stopped traveling almost instantly, hovering in the air as if something was holding it there. So it seemed that it did work. That was good to know that he could actually stop time, but something seemed off here.

It seemed too easy.

Harry teleported back to his room and stopped the ebb of his magic. As soon as he stopped supplying magic, he realized that his adrenaline and magic made it seem easy, but in honesty, it wasn't.

He was on the ground, gasping for air, and clawing at his chest, trying to stop the searing pain in his heart and lungs.

After two hours, Harry was finally back to a functional level, but still in considerable pain. He crawled his way over to his pad to write down his findings.

Stopping Time: DON'T DO IT YET. While I did stop time, my body wasn't paused and my organs were. In the stasis of stopped time, I didn't feel it, but when I started time again, I could definitely feel it. My heart worked hard to supply blood to all the places that lacked oxygenated blood (everywhere) as my lungs worked to bring oxygen to everything that was deprived of oxygen (again, everywhere). I've decided that stopping time won't be attempted until I have a working theory on how to successfully do it without pain and/or injury to myself in the process.

,=,e

On a side note, Harry wanted to do something to take over the space that he was going to use as stopping time, so he decided to work on hiding specific parts of his appearance, which would eventually lead to creating a different appearance. The first step would be to get rid of his scar without turning his entire head invisible.

Teleporting to the bathroom, he looked into the mirror and thought about how to do it. He didn't want to have a hole through his head where the scar was, just a simple mask of normal skin where his scar was. But how would he get the result he wanted?

He started by just trying to channel magic in the general area of his scar while imagining what that area would look like without his scar. Suffice to say, he had no clue. So, he had to change tactics.

Still channeling magic into his forehead, he tried to magically "sew together" his scar somehow. After desperately trying for an hour and only resulting in a resounding headache, he decided to stop working on that for the moment and just meditate. That always seemed to keep him calm, and he needed that at the moment. Especially since his headache was definitely pulsing at the moment.

However, he'd be back. He did have an entire month to fill with practice because of the absence of time stopping.