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"Ok I want you to find your magical core." A puzzled expression slid over my face.

"Wait what?"

"Find your magical core, I can't tell you how to do it, it is different for everyone. However it will always be where you are the strongest. It may take awhile but it is the first step towards becoming a master wizard." I sat on the mat, crossed my legs and closed my eyes.

Where was I the strongest? Certainly not physically, I could barely run. I am also not the smartest person, so not that. But if not strength of mind or body, than what? I barely knew myself, and after what happened I don't think anyone else knows me either.

Maybe I could ask my familiars, well Syssa, I don't know where the Phoenix went. They usually just pop in whenever they like, in fact I don't even know what to call that bloody Phoenix. He just gave me a bunch of dark names. I guess I could call him Hades or something, yeah that works. Hades. I had heard about him, apparently he is a greek god. One of the 'top three' and god of death and whatnot.

I continued to guess what my strength might be, but nothing I came up with seemed right. Was I just a weak person? No, that wasn't right either, I am a dark lord, so I can't be weak or I would be dead. Wait! I'm a Dark Lord! That means my heart is dark, even if it sounds cheesy, it felt right.

I opened my eyes to tell Einar, but he wasn't there. In fact, I wasn't in the training room anymore. I was seated on a red couch, a black pattern edged along the stitching. Behind me were dark ebony bookcases, filled with a vast knowledge that couldn't be matched. I knew that with each page, there was a story about me. These novels held my memories. There was a fire place on the wall infront of me, it streched along the entire wall, a fire blazing in the hearth. It was scarcely contained and threatened to break from its binds. This was it, my magical core. This fire, burning strong with its orange flames licking at the walls, this was my magic, the reason why I am who I am. It was almost mesperizing to watch the flames dance, to watch them climb the bricks and to see them turn the walls black.

I walked over to the bookshelves, and grabbed the first book. As soon as I opened to the first page, I was thrsut into a memory.

I was lying in my mothers arms, wrabbed in a blue blanket and held close to her body. The strands of her flaming red hair cascaded over her shoulders, her green emerald eyes smiling down at me. Behind her shoulder I could just barely make out the shape of my father, he was sneaking up behind her. In his hands was a yellow potion, it spilled slighty as he took another step, the spot where it hit was purple. His Hazel eyes were filled with mischeif, shining with oppurtunity.

"Don't you dare James!" She sterly said. she hadn't even turned around, it was almost like magic.

"Awww Lily! It was only a dye potion, and its your favorite color too!" She simply ignored him, but her emerald eyes sparkled with amusement.

Suddenly I had the odd feeling of being pushed, and I was standing back in the room. My feet on the dark wood floors, and my hands still holding the book. I flipped it over and looked at the spine. The book was simply labeled 'Baby Book'. I inferred that if I turned the page I would meet more memories of my parents. And if I turnd to the last page, I knew I would see that fateful day when I lost everything.

I put the book away, and looked at the next book. I picked it up, and opened to a random page amidst the hundreds binded into the spine.

I was instantly hit by the soggy air of summer heat. Beads of sweat dripped into my eyes, my hair pastered to my forehead. I was working in the garden behind the house, digging up weeds, the dirt collecting under my finger nails.

Sitting next to me was the hose, and it was sorely tempting to just take a drink. But I could see my aunts eyes peeking from behind the kitchen window looking down at me. I had been warned previously of 'trying anything funny'. After several more hours of the burning heat I couldn't take it anymore. I checked the window for my Aunts suspicious glare, only to see empty space. Cautiously, I leant to the ground, and gribbed the handle of the hose, turning it on only slightly. I sipped at the water, feeling the immediate relief on my parched throat.

I only had time to blink before I felt the first blow. Pain erupted from the spot, and before I could scream I felt a hand cover my mouth, and I was dragged inside the house, away from the prying eyes of our neighbors.

The feeling of being pushed returned and I opened my eyes and saw myself back in the room. I remembered that day, Vernon had beaten to the point of blacking out. When I woke up I knew my wrist, several ribs were broken as well as my entire body covered in black and blue.

I shivered from the thought. I had escaped from that place, and I was never going back. Before I had the chance to reach for another book, I felt a voice ring through the room, and I was suddenly thrust back into the training room.

"I found my magical core." His expression was one of utmost pride, his eyes beamed at me. It was then that I felt something completely new, something I had never experienced before. It was a sense of belonging, of accomplishment. It felt amazing. I looked back at Einar and I knew I finally found where I truly belong

A new chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writting it. I apologize for any mistakes, I rely on spell check way to much. If anyone wants to beta I would love your help.