A/N: IMPORTANT! To those who have seen the latest Harry Potter movie, you may have noticed that Krum's eyes were clouded over and the had an overall sinister appearance when he was under the imperious curse. I will be using that in my story, so just remember that everyone can SEE when someone is under the imperious curse.

Communication

The forbidden forest looks menacing at the best of times but when it could be harbouring enemies reading themselves to attack…it looks positively terrifying, at least it did to one young wizard watching it from the Gryffindor common room thinking about the future.

We've done everything humanly possible to prepare for battle, all of us have…

"Mr. Potter, you are wanted in the headmasters office, maybe there you can actually concentrate," Professor McGonagall frowned at him as he tore his eyes away from the window and have the decency to look shame-faced as he packed his things up and left the classroom.

Hogwarts was quiet, as if it knew what was coming, but Dumbledore had made everyone keep it a secret for as long as possible.

The staircase was already open and ready for Harry as he entered, must be important he thought to himself as he walked into Dumbledore's office.

"Harry, my boy, we have things to discuss," Dumbledore told him as soon as Harry stepped through the doorway.

"We have done every possible thing to ensure the safety of the students," Dumbledore started, "now that we have spare time, I want to pass down to you an ancient magic, it isn't used nowadays because the complexity for seemingly easy spells but what the common man fails to realise, I have not," Dumbledore said, smiling at Harry over his folded hands. Harry stared at his headmaster, not really understanding what he was talking about.

"It is sometimes called as 'Arcane Magic'. It is very complex, and thus is why the common witch and wizard have done away with it, for easier means of spell casting."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I don't see why I should learn it then either, Sir."

Dumbledore chuckled, "But there are reasons why I still practice it. There are spells of fathomless power that can be performed using Arcane Magic, but you have to have a…knack….if you will, for the performing of these spells," Dumbledore told him, sighing slightly.

The headmaster produced an old tome from underneath his desk and opened it in front of Harry, "Now, let's start shall we?"

Harry still didn't really understand why he should learn this, but took out his wand anyway. "To do anything in Arcane Magic, you have to draw a rune, whether this is visible or in your mind. To draw a rune, first you have to start it off with "Cieto". Start off by doing it verbally, it is capable of being said mentally but let's start with the basics".

"Cieto" Harry said softly, and golden ball of light appeared on the tip of his wand.

"Good, now I want you to trace that rune on the page in front of you in the air."

He did as he was told; carefully tracing the diagram he saw on the book in front of him, gold fire hung in the air that dripped from his wand as he moved it.

"Very good, when you come to the end of your rune there are various ways to finish it. You can either jab your wand forward as if you are doing a full stop, or you can mentally seal the rune in your mind which will cause it to activate as well."

The young wizard jabbed his wand forward causing the air borne rune to fade and bright shining light to appear.

"That's all? I could have gotten pretty much the same thing if I'd used 'lumos'" Harry said, frowning at the bright light.

"Like I said, that's why most witches and wizards have discarded this way of spell casting. But try the rune on the next page, it may not work for you as it is not simple like the previous one," Dumbledore said, fully expecting Harry to fail in his attempt.

Harry flipped the page and began tracing the rune in the air, faster this time as he was gaining confidence. Harry jabbed forward, completing his rune with gusto and was almost blown back by the force of the silver ball of power exploded out of his wand and decimated whatever was in it's way in the headmaster's office.

"Holy crap, sorry headmaster, I didn't know that was going to happen," the young wizard screeched as he rushed about trying the salvage the office.

Dumbledore stood there gob smacked, how did the boy do it…that was a truly advanced piece of rune craft. He must have a gift.

"Not to worry my boy, the office is repair able, what I want to know is how you performed that rune in such a way," Dumbledore said, gesturing for the Gryffindor to take his seat again.

Harry sheepishly looked down, "I know this sounds stupid, but it's like my…instincts…or something….where like…telling me what to do and stuff. Sorry I can't explain it better."

"That's perfectly all right Harry, I want you take this book and read through it, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon at 5 for more training."

Harry nodded and, after taking one more look at the shattered office, left down the stairs.

Instincts… Dumbledore thought, stroking his long white beard.

Harry sat down in an empty common room; the usually rowdy Gryffindor common room was vacant for all except one lone wizard, sitting in front of a dwindling fire with an abnormally large tome on his lap.

'The Rite of Inner-Communication'…what the hell does that mean?

'A rite to active link with your own soul mind and hear clearly the sound of your thoughts…' that doesn't sound to be bad.

He stood and drew his wand carefully tracing the intricate rune in the air above the book, taking a deep breath, Harry found the courage to seal the rune and finish the spell. Harry's world turned black immediately, and yet the only thought going through the wizard head was…damn I'm hungry.

A blinding white room was the first thing Harry noticed when he woke; the second thing was that he was surrounded by males that looked remarkably like him.

"Are…you my ancestors?" Harry asked raising himself to a seated position.

"Ancestors? Fuck that, we're you…" A well built version of himself answered, he had no glasses and his hair was cut short across his head. Harry looked around the figures in the circle. "Err…are you sure?" Harry asked, really doubting the sanity of these mysterious figures. A tall version of himself stepped forward, he was adorned with all sorts of strange objects, but the most intriguing aspect of his appearance was the eyes…they seemed to glow with an unnatural light.

"What Drek bluntly explained is true, we are you, we are all spawned from the same soul mind, and although we have lived different periods of history we are essentially the same person," the tall one explained, bending down and offering a hand to Harry.

Harry took the offered hand and raised himself to his feet and glanced around at the gathered individuals. "So…this is what that rite was meant to do? Put me in contact with you?"

Another figure stepped closer to Harry, this one was tall as well with long flowing robes of black, he had tiny glasses that sat on the end of his nose and were tinged blue for some odd reason. Unlike the first two speakers, this man had Harry's messy mop of hair that fell to his shoulders. "Yes, but we have been in contact with you before this time, don't you remember whisperings of knowledge where there should have been none? Instinctual movements and spells?"

"That was you!" Harry exclaimed, bewildered by the knowledge.

Everyone nodded, "But why are you helping me? Isn't there like…some sort of afterlife?"

"Indeed there is, but we were given a task a very long time ago and you are the final incarnation of our soul mind. You have to finish what we started so that we can finally get the rest we have so longed for."

Harry cradled his head in his hands, "This is about Voldemort isn't?"

"That is his name in this era, but he was known to different names to each of us," a short looking version of himself told Harry, he had wire-frame glasses and raven coloured hair that fell just past his ears.

"We are here to help you kill Voldemort…for the last time, you're the final incarnation. There are no more chances now, we either win or we lose."

"Jeez…no pressure," Harry muttered under his breath, the room erupted in chuckles as apparently even whispers were heard.

"We will be with you every step of the way, and we are not sure if Voldemort has got into contact with his past incarnations as you have so we may have the advantage…for a short time anyway."

"Study up young one."

And with that Harry awoke in the common room.

"Now…how do this work? Do I have to do the spell each time to contact them?" he whispered to himself.

No Harry, we are here with you now, we feel what you do and we learn what you do.

"Wow…so you can feel pain and happiness and stuff?" Harry asked, apparently to himself.

Yes, we can feel it all and…we were wondering….is there any change for a snack? We're starved!

A/N: Well, I was going to start the battle in this chapter but I decided not to at the last minute.

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