A/N: Sorry for the late update but I was experiencing a block. Which is why you might feel this chapter is a little rushed. But I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Be sure to drop a review after reading it, I'm frustrated that so many people read the story yet so little review. Thanks to all those who reviewed and without further ado, the chapter.

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End of Second Year

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"There! Finally all done!" Adam declared. Harry groaned as he woke up. They had been given a room in the weasley's house to spend the night. Harry looked towards Adam's bed but saw it was empty. Glancing around the room he saw Adam standing and holding his wand out but Adam's hair had turned pink.

Harry started laughing. Adam was glaring at Harry. "Yeah, that one got through me when I woke up. The room was full of traps then. Now it's all cleared. You should thank me rather than laughing." Harry laughed more as he pulled out a vial from his trunk. (They kept shrunken trunks with them). Adam snatched the vial of potion from Harry and drank it all. His hair changed a few colors before returning to it's normal black.

They both headed down for breakfast soon after. The Weasley parents were up as well as Charlie. Charlie had a grin on his face as he greeted both Harry and Adam. Harry guessed the reason for Charlie's grin but wouldn't get his hopes up just yet.

"Guess What? Dad's agreed." Charlie told Harry as Mrs.Weasley went to get something for Harry and Adam. Mr. Weasley put down the newspaper that he was holding. "Yes I have but you must swear an oath to never use any of your powers against any Weasley first." Mr. Weasley declared.

Harry was a bit perturbed by that news but agreed nonetheless. But he did add a clause of self-defense and retaliation in the oath being the Slytherin that he was. Charlie took Harry to an empty room where Harry swore the oath and by the time they returned, the rest of the Weasley family as well as John Potter were awake.

"What's wrong Harry, did Mum and Dad forbid you to come home or are you too scared to go?" John smirked. "Oh yeah, real scared." Harry replied mockingly but didn't even turn to face John.

"What are you still doing in my home Potter?" Ron practically yelled.

"I think he's asking you something John seeing as you are more the 'Potter'" Harry smirked as Ron was even further angered. Ginny was about to say something when Charlie yelled, "ENOUGH! You will treat my guests with respect just as I treat yours. Now if you all will excuse us, I think I have a Quidditch match to play against Harry."

Harry, Adam and Charlie went outside without another word. The rest were muttering to each other about the match. Unable to contain themselves, all of them followed.

Soon Charlie and Harry got on to their brooms. To his credit, Charlie actually had a decent Nimbus 2000 broom. Harry had his 2001. The snitch was released and given a full minute to disappear. And then both of them took off.

The bloody problem with seeking was, it depended too much on luck. It took five minutes for the snitch to first show itself. Harry had seen it first but Charlie was a bit closer to it. Both of them raced towards the snitch and Harry was able to cut off the difference as they were both neck to neck after the snitch.

Harry started to feel the energy in the air again but he gripped his broom tighter with one hand. Looking at the snitch he saw it turn towards Charlie as Charlie snatched it from the air. The feel of energy vanished just as Charlie snatched it and Harry understood the implications.

Charlie's siblings as well as John were clapping loudly. "You cheated!" Harry accused Charlie. Charlie looked guiltily at him for a while before smiling. "That's one reason I didn't go professional in Quidditch." They were both still hovering in the air.

"I can't control myself when the adrenaline pumps in and if that had happened in professional match, I would've been banned plus the fact that I'm an elemental would've been all over the news." Charlie sighed.

"Why do people even hide that fact anyways?" Harry asked. Charlie shrugged. "During You-Know-Who's last rise to power, elementals were captured by You-Know-Who and were forced into submission using any means..." Charlie shuddered. "People seeking to gain power have their eye out for elementals and often used them too and it is for this reason that the rest of the world also thinks us evil."

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Harry, Charlie and Adam were standing in the basement room for the first lesson. Charlie's siblings and John had gone to Potter Manor to spend the rest of the day. Adam went to sit in a corner to observe while Charlie started the lesson.

"Remember the feeling that you got when you jumped off your broom. Try to feel the air. You will find yourself beginning to calm down. Do not be alarmed by the different feelings you will get." Charlie instructed. Harry remembered the feeling and with a little help from his occlumency, concentrated on that sole feeling as he closed his eyes.

Adam watched as a breeze picked up around Harry, circling him and Harry's face was calm and serene. "Whoa." Charlie commented. Harry opened his eyes abruptly and the wind dropped.

"That was much more of a response from the air than I get. And you took a lot less time than I did in my first try to achieve that. I can imagine you're going to be a pretty powerful elemental." Harry looked at Adam and both of them shared grins.

"Now let's keep practicing that until you can call up your power (that's what Charlie called it) in a seconds' time, you can keep on maintaining it until you let it go yourself. Oh and try to do it with the eyes open." Charlie instructed.

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And so they practiced until late into the evening, with breaks of course. Such was Harry's determination. In the evening, Harry and Adam went home.

Charlie took an extended leave from Romania until most of Harry's summer holidays. Harry and Adam would both floo over to the burrow where Harry would train his elemental power while Adam would learn a few spells from Charlie and practice at a corner.

Charlie seemed happy enough to be teaching both these kids, it also helped him that he could freely practice his own elemental powers which lifted his mood considerably. Charlie's younger siblings were staying in Potter manor.

Finally it was Charlie's last day at the burrow before going back to work. He reviewed whatever he had taught Harry, summoning, banishing, levitation, all the basics. From then on, Harry knew he could practice by himself. On his last day, Harry gave Charlie quite an expensive robe as gratitude for teaching him. Charlie protested at first but accepted it.

Harry and Adam still had another day before going back to Hogwarts. They had decided to pick up their Basilisk Armor from Diagon Alley. (They had received an owl that it was completed.) So it was the last day of holiday and they were walking down the streets of Diagon Alley.

The shopkeeper looked up as he saw Harry enter his shop and smiled. He went to the back of the shop and came up with two smoothly carved Basilisk Armor. "They are fitted with automatic size changing charms as you requested." The shopkeeper then began to tell them of the other features of the armor.

When the shopkeeper was done, Harry asked him something that he had in the back of his mind since the start of the holidays. "Do you sell silver knives?"

"silver knives?" the shopkeeper glanced at harry, a hint of suspicion in his voice but answered "yes, we do." Harry waited a few moments but the shopkeeper didn't say anything else.

"Well, can you show me?" Harry asked sternly staring at the shopkeeper right in the eye. With just a touch of legilimency, he found that the shopkeeper was afraid of werewolves. "You need not fear the wolves, no one will know." Harry continued.

The shopkeeper nodded before going into a back room. He came back with an assortment of silver knives. "Pure silver..." the shopkeeper was saying and slowly getting back into his bargaining element.

Harry ended up buying the lightest and smallest knives. He bought six knifes, one of which he gave to Adam. He knew that with just a little bit of practice, he'd be able to throw the small knives like he could throw his darts.

Both of them wore their armor under their robes and made for the exit. Harry walked out of the shop smirking...feeling the small part of his brain that feared the werewolves dissipating.

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There was rain falling down now and the clouds covered the sky. Harry and Adam had been lazing around Diagon Alley for quite some time but now they decided to head home.

Harry was walking through Diagon Alley when he saw an owl headed straight towards him. Ducking to avoid a collision, Harry avoided the owl which dropped a letter on him before flying off. Who could be sending me a letter?

Harry bent down to pick up the letter. He saw the giant 'P' on the letter and stopped. The seal of the house of Potter. Harry was undecided on whether to open it or not. He was about to pick it up when Adam asked, "who's it from?"

"Probably from one of my parents." Harry replied, pulling his hand back again. "It's better to not read it and hear them insult you again." Adam stated.

Harry nodded as he straightened up. Both of them made their way towards the Leaky Cauldron from where they could floo to their homes. The letter remained on the stone floor of Diagon Alley as the rain caused it's seal to open up.

Someone's hand bent down to pick it up. The person scanned through the letter before tossing it aside with a sound of annoyance. The man pulled something out of his robes, a moment later, he vanished in a puff of smoke.

The letter lay now on the floor. Had anyone cared to read it, the words...

Dear Harry

I'm sorry...

...could be read until someone's boot stepped on it thus tearing it apart.

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The next day, Harry and Adam were back at Hogwarts and back to their usual lives. The thing that Harry looked forward too though was his next meeting with Grindelwald. He couldn't wait to tell Grindelwald about all he had learned as an elemental. Hopefully, he'd be able to go on missions sooner.

But things don't always go according to plan...

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Harry was walking excitedly behind a grumpy Filch. Filch didn't feel the need for small talk and hence proceeded in silence. They arrived at the usual designated spot. Harry saw the Grindelwald was already there with his guards.

Harry's first glance told him that Grindelwald was troubled.

"Hello Harry" Grindelwald's voice was also lacking the usual exuberance

"Hello Sir." Harry replied.

"How was your stay at the weasleys?" Grindelwald asked. It took a moment to comprehend the question and when Harry did, he was surprised to say the least. "what? How did you..." Harry left it at that.

Occlumency shields up, Harry awaited an answer.

Grindelwald sighed. "What you have to understand Harry is that secrecy is essential if we want to achieve our goals. Therefore I take steps to ensure that the secret actually remains a secret."

"So what...you track me?" Harry asked repulsed.

Grindelwald nodded. "Naturally, I'm afraid of Dumbledore's men. If Dumbledore ever found out about the brotherhood before the time is right...all our efforts will have been in vain."

Harry nodded, still a little dazed.

"I can think of no reason for you to visit the Weasleys which are predominantly Dumbledore sided. Would you care to elaborate?" Grindelwald asked.

Harry relaxed a bit as he thought of his elemental skills. "Yeah, I was about to tell you. I figured that Charlie Weasley was an air elemental but I wanted to confirm."

"Oh?" Grindelwald's eyebrows rose.

Harry nodded. "Turns out he is, and had a few tricks to teach too." Grindelwald's lips curved into a wide smile.

The rest of their meeting was passed by Harry showing off his new found tricks and Grindelwald praising him giving tips here and there on how to utilize his abilities. By the end of the session, the tension between them had cleared off.

"I'm sorry for ever doubting your commitment Harry." Grindelwald apologized. Harry shook his head, "It's ok, I would've done the same if I was in your place." Harry replied.

"Well, you have improved beyond my expectations. Soon I will give you the opportunity to meet the Brotherhood and see what all of this is about." Grindelwald said.

"Really? When?" Harry asked eagerly.

"During your summer vacations. My owl will find you. This was our last meeting for the year. I have some matters in other countries to attend to. I hope to see you during the vacations. Good bye Harry." Grindelwald concluded.

"But..." Before Harry could say anything else a smiling Grindelwald and his guards vanished in a puff of smoke.

"Oh well..." Harry said as he started to make his way back towards the castle.

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Chapter Three : Telekinesis

Telekinesis is the moving of objects with the power of the mind. It is a most convenient tool for mind mages. Many wizards will think of it as a common thing but besides the fact that you do not need a wand, there are many other advantages Telekinesis has over the normal object motion charms.

The first advantage of Telekinesis is the speed of motion. Telekinesis allows a person to move an object at speeds unachievable by any other magical methods. This can be used both as a fatal attack and as a quick defense...

"Wow" Harry exclaimed. He was reading his Mind Magicks book again and had finally started the third chapter. By the looks of it, this was going to be very exciting but hard to learn. But he would learn it regardless.

He had to use all the alternative magic available to him and only then could he achieve power. More power than any wizard. He would show his parents, he would show the rest of the world but for now he needed to keep his powers hidden. His plans went beyond Grindelwald's squib movement. Thinking like the true Slytherin that he was, Harry closed the book and went to sleep.

For the rest of the year, Harry practiced his telekinesis in the chamber of secrets. Adam was busy with his school work as well as learning all sorts of charms that Harry practiced alone. He hadn't even told Adam about his telekinesis yet. He would have conversations with the Basilisk now and then, and had even hunted a few animals from the forbidden forest to give a feast to the Basilisk.

He had perfected his ability to throw knives as well as he could throw darts. He felt himself itching to throw a silver knife at a werewolf.

His apprenticeship was going amazingly well. Snape was pretty happy with Harry's potions work and said that he was 'anxious' to get past teaching these simple potions. Seeing the look on Snape's face, Harry could guess what kind of potions Snape meant. After all, he knew the kind of books that Snape published. Harry himself was eager to learn dangerous potions.

By the end of the year Harry had completed his fourth year potions text. Snape had tested him very roughly for his end of year exams and Harry had come out extremely well. Heck if Snape gave him a compliment on his work, it mean that it was truly excellent work.

In all his Quidditch matches Harry had caught the snitch. Thought they lost one match on point difference, they still won the Cup at the end of the year. Thankfully, he was able to control his air elemental skills so as not to summon the snitch or worse, fall off the broom.

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During the last weekend of the school year in the Great Hall at breakfast times. There were only a few students and staff present in the Great Hall. Prominently Dumbledore was present. He looked around the Great Hall calmly with a smile. This year had been great. He had heard John was doing great in his classes. There wasn't any episode like last year.

This was how the school should be all the time. His eyes fell upon one Harry Potter. Dumbledore gave a sigh. He felt pity for the child. The sacrifice of his magic had gone untold. It would come up eventually, he knew, when Voldemort returned. But it was all for the better and most people would agree with him. The people would find solace in a boy-who-lived with magic rather than one a squib. After all, it was for the greater good.

Dumbledore saw Harry reading a book like most times. They might have lost a great wizard, he thought. But that was the past, he would make sure that in the future, Harry would have credit for his sacrifice

He watched as Harry stood up and put the book in his bag. He saw Harry going towards the doors when Harry collided with someone, Ginny Weasley. Both were exchanging words. Dumbledore leaned forward slightly and with a nifty charm, he could eavesdrop on them. It was one of the few quirks Dumbledore had in his position.

"...how can you stand there happily knowing you killed my friend. But I guess to you Slytherin's it doesn't matter. Killers the lot!" Ginny said. Dumbledore was alarmed. Harry had killed someone. He was sure he would've heard if something like that had happened.

"Oh yeah, it was my great pleasure to kill Tom Marvolo Riddle! Tell anyone you like!" Harry replied. Dumbledore nearly fell off his seat. Dumbledore immediately jumped to his feet which caused the plates on his table to rattle. The staff looked at him oddly but Dumbledore ignored them all as he headed towards Harry Potter.

Both Harry and Ginny saw Dumbledore approaching and kept quiet. "Harry Potter, Ginerva Weasley, in my office NOW!" Dumbledore looked menacing.

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A/N: Yeah I know, i picked up quite a pace. Hopefully you all enjoyed it so please drop a REVIEW!

Next Chapter Dumbledore's office + we get to see what the Brotherhood is all about + things i can't reveal :P