Harry Potter: Protect the Innocent…The Rest are on Their Own.

Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter Novels they are J.K.'s

A/N: NO SLASH; PAIRING UNKNOWN

ITALICS: Thoughts, Books, Newspaper, Letters

Bold: Emphasis, P.O.V. Change

/s/ Words/s/: Parseltongue

Harry Potter: Protect the Innocent…The Rest are on Their Own.

Chapter 9

How to Purge Yourself of a Pork Lard's Soul

"Ohh. Crybaby Crone," said Fred as Harry finished telling them of his first day at the department.

"Crybaby," Harry questioned.

"Yeah—"

"He won't stop complaining until he gets what he wants."

"Whether is it's a new office—"

"More funding for his research—"

"Access to closed files—"

"A new coffee machine—"

"And he just won't stop," they both said in unison.

"Well I'm guessing you told him about Crybaby," said Nicholas as he entered the room.

"Hey, Looney Tunes. What cry baby want this time?" asked George.

"Same old, same old. He wants to re-open Miram's files. He's convinced that she was a death eater working for the Pork Lard," said Nicholas. Harry heard Nicholas mumble, "Hogwash."

"I need to know something Nick," Harry stated.

"What is it Harry," he said turning his attention to Harry.

"Why Looney Toons?"

The other three in the room looked at each other for a moment and said to Harry, "You'll see."


Half hour later Harry found himself inside a white room with walls that sloped up into a dome ceiling. The only things in the room were the door that he had entered from, a dueling dummy, and an observation window.

"Nick what exactly does this have to do with getting rid of Voldemort's soul or my bonds?"

Nicholas turned to Harry, "Well what I have planned will get rid of both." Nicholas moved to the dueling dummy, "Tell me Harry, do you remember the Priori Incantantem?"

"Yes, but what does it have to do with any of this?"

"This room is dedicated to the study of the Priori Incantantem. The wand the dueling dummy is holding is able to be adjusted to any magical frequency, thus when you cast a spell at it, it's as if you're casting at a brother wand. Now cast at the dummy."

Harry drew his wand and jabbed it at the dummy. "Reducto."

As the spell connected with the dummy a golden thread connected the wands. Harry held the connection for a moment then broke it.

"How do you feel?" asked Nicholas.

"A little tired, why?" Harry asks a bit out of breath.

"Because every morning you will hold the Priori Incantantem until you feel as if you were just got hit with an anvil," Nicolas said seriously.

"Okay. First, the obvious question. Why?" he said looking at Nicolas as if he just grew a tail, three arms, and an extra chin above his left eyebrow.

Nicolas walk out back into the hallway they had entered from, with Harry trailing behind. As they entered the lift at the end of the hallway Nicolas spoke, "Harry, explain to me how a muggle would go about becoming stronger?"

Harry decided not to question the sudden change in subject, and answered, "Well I would think they would go to the gym or something."

Nicolas cast a sideways glance at Harry. "And why is that."

"Well a gym has a lot of equipment that would help train their muscles," Harry said trying to predict where this conversation was leading.

"And how would these machines train a muggle's muscles?"

Harry thought a few moments, when he couldn't come up with an answer, images began to rapidly fill his vision until it eventually slowed and Harry saw a page from his primary school's Health textbook:

When the muscles of the human body are push beyond their normal range they begin to rip and tear. It is these rips and tears that cause the soreness of the muscles the next day. But the body is able to repair these rips and tears, and when the muscles are repaired they are usually stronger then they were before.

"Sixty-eight seconds that's not half bad," said Nicolas.

"What? Oh yeah. The muscle tear when the machine put ht e muscles under stress, nut when they are repaired they are better than ever," Harry said remembering the sudden vision.

"Correct, which is exactly what we are going to do to your body. We are going to stress your body by having it channel large amounts of magic through your body, so that when we do break the bonds Albus put on you; you won't only survive, but you also be able to tap into the new depths of your magic almost immediately," Nicolas said excitedly.

"How long will it take for my body to be ready for something like that?" Harry questioned.

"By summer's end."

"Seems like a long time," Harry muttered sullenly. The longer it takes, the more time for Voldemort to recover.

"It may seem like a long time, but trust me its worth it…Remember what you found out earlier today, about your scar?"

"Yeah there's a piece of Voldemort in me."

"Yes there is, but if all goes to plan, not only will you survive the magical backlash, but The Pork Lard's soul fragment will not."


A/N: I know its short, but REVIEW...please.