A/N: I am writing smaller chapters to update faster. I welcome anyone to beta for this story.
Chapter 9
Harry was having fun with his friends, the 10000 galleons that he won in the tournament was a big amount for many wizarding families. However, Harry was rich enough, so he shared the money with too eager Weasley twins to help start their startup for innovative magical pranks. He didn't want it to be a total donation, as ego would have fed upon it, so he accepted the proposal of the twins of being a silent partner in the game.
Harry was light, but his thoughts were clear. The clattering of mind and its usual tricks to try and make believe everything is fine, and death comes only to other were absent from his being intermittently. The clear mind, without illusions was much more able to see the real situation that was present.
Voldemort belonged to a type of people that have criminal minds. These people are so engrossed in their own ego that they have entered into far depths of darkness, losing their beings as it went even darker. Voldemort was a big runner into this darkness and everything he planned, everything he did was evil. His ideas, his conceptions were sinister and totally against life of others and nature. He wanted nothing more than power to control others, bend the will of all those he could find. He saw himself disconnected and isolated, and to fill this emptiness, he would own everything. There had been criminals in the past that had been touted as great. Nothing was great in Alexander the Great, or Temur or Mongol conquerors. They never settled for anything, they wanted everything. This was the influence on the mind of Dark Lords like Voldemort. The victorious sinister men in the past had been cried upon as great and they themselves have washed their hands by calling themselves Holy. Voldemort's hunger also found a name, a Holy War, the War against the muggles against the dying old conservative Wizarding world. With a 'great purpose' he could do all the evil acts and cover them up under the war for protecting wizarding world. Not only him, were the people that joined him called upon by their evil sides. The world didn't matter, but a fight, a war was lucrative. Furthermore, he decorated his war heroes, heroes that committed great crimes. Such is the state of human unconsciousness that people forget everything, the reasons are pygmies and just for cover-up.
Out of general unconsciousness, some venture just too far inside, too much in darkness, almost losing themselves. Just the unending pits of desire remain, everything in the inside gets lost. Voldemort was a type of that person. His sinister-ness was invasive. He had given all to his downtrodden desires and converged his energies so much that pulled his consciousness downwards. His presence was infectious, infectious that his evil thoughts enter the minds of those near him, so subtly and automatically. He was a polar opposite of what life desires, but then, even then there was a way, a jump. If Voldemort could take a jump to the other side, he would go on path of enlightenment. But the probabilities of him jumping to other side were so minimal. And the probability of him getting lost totally, in his madness were too high. Giving him chance was not a possible choice for Harry, as giving him a chance would certainly mean so many fatalities and tortures, so much pain. And it was strictly necessary to be avoided anyhow.
To stand against this man, the light of inside was required to be great and intense, at least as great as his darkness was. On the inside blissfulness and silent mind was necessary, with few flowers of beautiful inner experiences. As he was lost on the other side, a person lost on the right side was necessary. And not only were that, on the outside required arms to fight with all means, with all the force and to never give up. Both, silence on the inside and intent to fight on the outside, at the same time.
Harry could see that his preparation was not enough if he wanted to survive this adversary. This man could not be changed; he almost had forsaken his heart and ventured to deep into the darkness. Harry knew he had to meditate and venture deep into meditations and finding his self, while also practicing magic and mortal combat. Meditation was ongoing inner journey and could not be controlled anyhow. At most Harry could jump to loose himself on the other end. However, the journey to prepare for fight was a warrior's way, which required a crystallized mind, and centralized thoughts and intent. From the heart, to thoughts to body, everything in perfect sync and totally devoted to the battle. Not even a speck of guilt was allowed to taint the inner being. Out of love, the act of murder would be committed, and just to protect, protect everything that is beautiful.
He had to learn the methods and trainings undergone by famous warriors, especially the methods that combined meditation with lethal weapons, the ones developed with Zen. Zen had devised purest form of meditation in weapon, the weapon being an extension of one's own mind and body. He had to learn those techniques. Christianity and its war cries of Holy war and fear of unknown had a great unseen indirect impact on the wizarding world. Their customs, traditions and thoughts became too rigid and fight for a greater purpose entered their everyday thought. Out of pride they never bowed down to Jesus, but their social structure got too much influenced from the Christian thought and lifestyle. As these customs became old, people accepted the as golden rules. And out of this whole golden mess, they started codifying the magic and its uses. What these customs didn't like went into the box labeled dark magic, out of which some were genuinely harmful, and some were just placed there for fear of unknown.
Secondly, with this Christian influence, came an idea of their own superiority and total devotion of their own stupid and illogical traditions and traditional ways of performing magic. And to grow better, new ways were required.
Harry wanted to know more and surely he had a friend who could help.
"Hey Hermione! I wanted to speak to you on an important matter." Harry got hold of her in the common room, sitting in a corner and studying for the next lectures.
"Yes Harry, What is it?"
"I want some books… books from muggle world, books by enlightened masters who talk about esoteric and darkness of souls too. I want material on meditations and prevalent techniques. Can you help me?"
"Hmm… India! Hey PARVATI"
Parvati was just returning from girl's dormitory. She looked towards both of them and came along. "Hi Harry! Hi Hermione!"
"Hi! Parvati if you can help me to get some absolute quality material by mystics and enlightened masters?"
"Ohh! Harry, can you be specific?"
Harry understood that this girl was in touch with sources that could provide insane amount of knowledge. He pursued
"Parvati I need all authentic books that you can get to me as early as possible. The need is really big and help is really required."
Parvati could see the sincerity in the eyes of this boy, who was actually asking her, giving out the true value that her help could have to him.
People usually hide the true value of the gain they want from other person, and generally the diminish its value so that when the time to return the help comes, they could easily back off with something lame. Harry Potter is going out of his way and looking at his eyes, I cannot believe that he has 1% lie in his words.
You have gained an admirer today Potter.
"You have a deal Potter." And Parvati smiled and walked towards the exit of the common room to meet her younger sister.
"That was easy Harry" said Hermione mesmerized, "Maybe Hermione, May be." Replied Harry and they both laughed.
In next two days, Harry has stacked the books sent by Parvati into a neat stack. The books started arriving the next day, and it seemed they arrived from different places of the country, as the covers and delivery methods were different. Harry had made a plain stack of all the books, and picked one by one each of the book, read randomly any page and smelled it.
It is strange; these books have a different smell. The smell is subtle, sweet and has a calming effect. Maybe it's because of the master by whose will these books came into existence.
Harry smelled, and with each right smell, he stacked on the right, while the rest were stacked on the left. He was looking intoxicated by the energy of the masters whose words of compassion were hidden in the layers of pages. Earlier, he had read few books he obtained from Luna Lovegood and they were from the Buddhist mystics. They had a beautiful smell of their own, and Harry deduced that their smell increased whenever he read with totality, drawing in the book and leaving everything on the shore.
One part of his preparation that focused on his inner self was given a great help by the material. But another part was equally important. So, Harry tried to contact any Japanese student he could come across. Cho Chang was a pretty Asian girl, but looking at her, he was almost sure in his guts that she would not help. The girl was too busy in her relationship with Cedric Diggory and considered Harry as illegitimate champion of Hogwarts. To run around her and pray that she would leave her petty differences was impractical if other alternatives could be searched.
So, while Harry delved into the guidance into spiritual realms, he waited for the guidance on the path of a fighter.
