Another Evens

By: Angela M

Notes: I'm very sorry to all who have been waiting for this to come. My muse not only abandoned me, but life got in the way. It's been go go go for months, I had to get a higher paying job so my husband could take a chance on teaching. It was a good choice by the way. I'm hoping now that I've turned out another chapter that Miss Muse will continue to stay by my side.

Thank you all who reviewed and told me to get off of my lazy butt.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but darn it I wish I did.

Part 11:

Harry told Willow everything, from being locked in closet at the Dursley's to loosing Siris.

"It's my fault, if - - - if it hadn't been for me, Sirius would still be here." Tears threatened to stream down Harry's face and Willow could tell that he was using all of his will to prevent it from Happening.

She reached over and embraced Harry in a hug and tried to sooth some of his pain.

"It's not your fault Harry, bad things happen. If it's anyone's fault it's Voldemorts."

"He's so powerful Aunt Willow. I know that at school it might come off a little more confident, but I'm not. I'm terrified, this man killed my parents, killed a lot of good people. He's stronger then I am, older and willing to use dangerous and dark magic to get what he wants. I'm afraid that they are all putting too much faith in my abilities."

Willow continued to hold Harry.

"He probably is stronger then you Harry, but you have something that he doesn't. You have your friends, I know you don't want them to get involved, but it's too late. They've accompanied you on your adventures too often for you to just cut them out. They've made their choice, be happy that they choose you. As a former side kick, trust me Harry, they're going to help you if you like it or not."

Harry pulled back and smiled.

"Thanks Aunt Willow."

With everything being out in the open Harry went through Willow's magic books with abandonment. It was just like when Harry learned he was a wizard all over again. There were so many things about Magic that he just hadn't realized, so much more then he possibly dreamed. However Aunt Willow keeps a close eye on what he was reading and encouraged him to ask questions, but still warned him of the dangers.

"Aunt Willow, do you think that I could learn to turn people into Rats?"

Willow poked her head from out of the kitchen and gave Harry a smile.

"With lots of practice, turning a person into a rat and back again is a whole lot different that transfiguring a rat to a tea cup. Trust me; you don't want to mess with transmogrification if you don't know all the ins and outs of the spell. I had a friend, well sort of, who turned her self into a rat. The problem was she didn't know how to turn her self back, and it was years before I even had enough power to turn her back. As it stands I had to be junked up on magic to even attempt it."

"So I'm guessing that isn't something that you want to teach me?"

"Let's handle basic wandless magic before we tackle that subject, kay?"

"Alright," Harry said with a little dejection. "Well what about summoning the four elements? I've just finished reading about that."

"Tell you what, first we'll focus on basic levitation, and then we'll go from there. Summoning the elements is no easy thing; it took me almost three years to successfully summon all four."

"Alright, when can we start?"

"Right after lunch."

"Brilliant!"

Harry couldn't wait his first lesson with wandless magic.

They both sat on the floor in silence, focusing on the pencil which was barely raised about the carpet. It started to shake as it rose to chin level, then as if someone let go it fell to the floor.

Harry sighed in frustration. "Why won't it raise any higher?"

"Because you're frustrated. This type of magic ties heavily into your emotions. Take a deep breath and try to calm your thoughts."

Harry took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out.

"Picture the pencil in your mind, it ways no more then a feather. Now open your eyes and focus."

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the pencil; he took a deep breath and willed it into the air. It wobbled a bit then began to rise.

"Good, now keep calm and breath. That's right; raise it a little higher now."

The pencil rose about their heads, and stayed there. Harry smiled brilliantly and was about to pluck the pencil from the air when the door opened.

"Jeez Willow, you only know the kid for a month and you already have him playing with the dark arts."

The pencil dropped.

"Xander!"