DISCLAIMER:

"WE WILL...WE WILL..."

"BEAT YA WITH A STICK!"

"ER...THOSE AREN'T THE LYRICS..."

"WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT LYRICS?"

:SHOWS RATHER LARGE STICK:

"AH...RUN!"

"THAT'S WHAT YA GET FOR THINKING I OWN HARRY POTTER!"

:WHACK:

Tests Confirmed

August 2nd

"Blue, Harry, Blue!" Said Trinity laughing hysterically as she looked into Harry's eyes. She hadhelped him learn to turn his hair anyway to his will, it was his eyes that were proving to be a problem. They refused to turn any other color, oh they changed alright, but they were always a shade of green. Currently they were Aqua.

"I'm trying," said Harry trying not to laugh as well. They were sitting in his hotel room facing each other on the couch, he was trying as hard as he could to change his eye color to something other than green.

"That's what you said for brown!" She laughed as she watched Harry struggle with this color as well.

"I got it close!" Muttered Harry.

"Yeah, it was and ugly greenish brown, but it wasn't brown!" She smirked.

"This is just like the contacts," sighed Harry shaking his head.

"Well Harry hopefully it will come with more practice," said Trinity calming down a little. "You're not a full Meta, You can't change your body to your will, so perhaps you'll have to settle for only full control over your hair, and minimal control over the eyes."

"Yeah, and no luck making this ugly thing disappear," said Harry sullenly running a finger over his scar.

"Hey there's still hope there, it faded a little..." She smiled, "But, I doubt you'd be able to hold it for more than an hour if you did manage to vanish it, it was made by a dark curse, but it would be nice to go an hour without worrying about it, right?"

"Yeah..." Harry replied as his watch beeped. "It's time for me to meet Karen, want me to drop you off anywhere?"

"Yeah, could you drop me off at Mya's?" Trinity asked grabbing her purse.

"Sure," replied Harry taking Trinity's hand and Shimmering them to Mya's apartment.

"Well your test results are in Harry," Said Karen sitting cross-legged on the floor in the weight room, as they had come to call it.

"What's the verdict doc?" Asked Harry sitting down across from her.

"Their were some unusual readings in your blood test, your white blood cell count was up rather high, you've said a phoenix has healed you on a few occasions..." She looked up at him.

"Yeah, Fawkes came and healed me on my arm in second year..." said Harry a little confused.

"When you were infected with Basilisk poison?" Asked Karen.

"Er... yeah," He had told her all about his past experiences with Voldemort, and his other little adventures as well.

"Well it seems as though the poison is still in you're system, Fawkes' tears only made you immune to it," Here she looked up happily, "What's great about this is that Basilisk poison is one of the most deadly around, your body built up an immense immunity to it before the tears were ever introduced, which made markers in your white blood cells!"

"And that means?" Asked Harry more confused than ever.

"It means that you're immune to most poisons, they'll have no effect on you," She smiled, "I hope you don't mind but I submitted your blood sample for some other experiments in the PA for developments in antidotes for poisons, it's not labeled so no one knows it's a sample from you."

"Er... alright, so the blood test showed I'm immune to poisons, well that's great to know, won't die by poison," nodded Harry.

"Ok now the Magical Grid test was off the chart, you have a lot of energy behind your spells," She smiled and nodded, "and the test shows that your magic is adaptive, it will protect you to a certain level without you wielding it to do as such, this is also due to your mother's blood protection, but don't get me wrong, you had a large amount of this ability without her help."

"The magical potency test shows that your magic is still growing, which is rather unusual, since most magic stops growing once you turn 16," she shook her head, "Magical maturity comes early in wizards and witches because the body can only hold so much magic, and it's predetermined how much your magic develops, your parents and bloodline do effect this greatly, that's one point the purebloods have, blood does matter," She smiled, "But they have it wrong, it's better to not be a pureblood, because the genetic makeup of the purebloods are quickly deteriorating through the generations, more and more Squibs are popping up in the old pureblooded families because the magical potency of each parent is lower than that of their parents."

"But then why are there so many Muggleborn's?" Asked Harry wondering how two non-magical parents have a child with more magical potency than that of a pureblood.

"That is the question," She nodded, "No one knows why magical children are born to muggles, some hypothesize that they had magical backgrounds in their family histories, others think that the combination of the muggles that have some magic in their level, as I explained earlier about those, that it results in the magical child, no one knows for certain."

"So, is it dangerous that my magic's still growing?" Asked Harry concerned.

"No, well at least I don't think it is, you have plenty of room for the magic, you already have more magic than most average wizards." She smiled.

"Now the level's test was the most interesting, You have almost no magic in the 1st level," she laughed, "It's really quite fascinating, it's the lowest I've ever seen."

Harry looked down at his hands not liking this at all.

"Oh Harry, I've already said you're above average in the magic department, stop looking ashamed, besides this is easily explained, V...Voldemort caused it." She still had trouble saying his name, but Harry had insisted she call him by his name.

"He did?" Asked Harry looking up at her.

"Well, most likely he did," She shrugged. "See when he hit you with the killing curse, it reflected, how is the huge debate amongst our world. You're Mother's protection only helped along your natural abilities, it allowed a barrier to stop the curse before it hit the second level."

"What?" Asked Harry already getting another headache.

"See the Killing curse burns through a persons magic, leaving them dead. Your mother created a barrier in the first level, and your own magic fought against the curse, it burned up your 1st level of magic fighting off the curse, the small amount left over of the curse which would have killed you if it had broken through to your second level, because it would have feed off of the magic stored there, bounced off of that barrier, and rebounded on him, and he lived because of things he's done to ensure his 1st level would be able to defend him."

"Now you're magic has been rebuilding itself since that fateful day, but it's a slow process, and the low level spells only use the magic from the 1st level, which is why you have difficulties with them, your wand absorbs most of the magic that's channeled through it, which leaves weak spells on your part, and is why you have to try it a couple dozen times before it works proficiently."

"So there is only one solution," She said Happily standing up.

"And that is?" He asked as he too stood.

"Wandless magic," she smiled and started to stretch to begin the lesson.

"Wandless?" Asked Harry looking at her as if she had grown another head.

"Yes, Harry, your wand is taking most of your magic away, without it, the spell will be full power, now I'd suggest that you learn both wand and wandless so that you have a advantage in case you ever lose your wand in a duel."

"Alright," nodded Harry, "But how can I learn wandless magic, it's not common right?"

"No, it's not, it takes a lot of concentration, so congratulations, you're learning how to meditate," Said Karen smiling as she started Harry's workout.

"I feel like I'm going to fall asleep," said Harry scrunching his nose at the incense.

"Harry, relax..." Said Karen in a soft voice.

"Relax?" Harry scoffed, "This is as helpful as Snape yelling at me to "CLEAR MY MIND" before he hit me with the spell."

"Harry, close your eyes...take a deep breath and slowly let it out, imagine all your pain and thoughts are in that breath and they're leaving your mind and body for now. All you hear is my voice and your steady breathing. You are nothing but a vessel, nothing effects you. You have no pain, no anger, no joy, not emotions at all. Take another Deep breath, this one is filled with nothing, because you are empty, Silence is around you, because you block it out, you can no longer hear my voice, it fades away into..."

Harry didn't know if she stopped talking or that he blocked her out, either way he seemed to be in a daze. The steady beating of his heart was all that tied him to the earth as his mind hung loosely in between reality and the dreamworld. He felt as though he were flying...suddenly he wasn't flying any longer. He found himself in a dark and damp place.

A light dripping noise could be heard in the distance as Harry watched in morbid fascination.

Drip.

"Bella, any progress in finding Potter?"

Drip.

"No, master, but we have eliminated Japan, China, and all of England." She bowed gracefully at his feet and kissed the hem of his robes.

Drip.

"You are not working Fast enough! Crucio!" A slight twinge of heat ran across Harry's scar but he barely felt it.

Drip.

"Severus, how goes the locating potion?" Snape bowed humbly to Voldemort.

Drip.

"It shall be done by the end of this month, master," Snape said silkily.

Drip.

"Good, then that Muggle loving fools headquarters shall soon be mine," Voldemort hissed.

Drip.

"Severus, any word on Potter from your end?"

Drip.

"No, he has a rather knack for disappearing, perhaps luck will stay with us and he'll naught return," Snape returned in a cool voice once again bowing.

Drip.

"No, I know Potter, he will return," hissed Voldemort taping his long fingers on the armrest of his throne-like chair.

Drip.

"Master, why do you not try to locate him with your link?" Asked Dolohov eagerly.

Drip.

"Crucio!"

Drip.

"Do not question me!"

Drip.

"Harry..."

Drip.

"I want to know where he is Bella..."

Drip.

"Harry..."

Drip.

"Yes master..."

Drip.

"HARRY!"

Shaking his head Harry opened his eyes to find Karen standing over him shaking him slightly.

"Karen?" He asked blurrily.

"Yeah, you alright?" She asked concerned.

"I think I had a vision," said Harry groaning as he stood up. "Voldemort was punishing Lestrange because she hadn't made any progress in locating me, and Snape's making a potion to locate the Order's headquarters."

"Harry, I told you to clear your mind, not leave it!" She laughed, shaking her head, "Did he know you were there?"

"Er...no I don't think he did," said Harry shaking his head slightly.

"Well that's good," she said happily, "Next time I'll have to keep you grounded with something else, don't want you flying off to his mind every time you meditate."

She threw a cloak to Harry as she put one on herself, "Alright, lets go shopping for that second wand, put up the hood, don't want anyone recognizing you, they put your picture in the paper again."

Harry smirked as he shook his head and his hair changed to a spiked look, with blue tips, the bangs just covering his scar.

Raising an eyebrow Karen made to ask something, "How... never mind, don't wanna know." As she put up her own hood and led him out of the Time turner Room and out of the PA.

"Try this one..." said the shopkeeper Handing Harry what had to be the thirtieth wand.

"Accio," said Harry lazily.

The shop keeper snatched it out of his hand.

"This one."

"Lumos," said Harry dully.

Again the shop keeper took it from him.

"How about this one."

Almost as it touched his hand a cool feeling ran through his body and he preformed lumos, the light had a touch of silver in it.

"AH! Wonderful, I knew we'd find one!" Said the shopkeeper excitedly.

"Interesting a Birch wand with a Griffin tail feather," The shopkeeper started to wrap it up, "Not many can wield a Griffin feather, too volatile, have to have immense control and concentration."

"Very good," said Karen nodded as she stretched a little when getting out of her chair. "I forgot how boring wand shopping could be," she whispered to Harry as they left the shop.

"Alright, well since the tailor won't be done with your things for a while, might as well go book shopping," Karen said leading Harry through the crowds of wizards and witches in the marketplace expertly. Harry had ended up ordering three more coats like the one he currently owned, two of them were just like his other, but the third one varied. It was dark gray and would turn into his Quiditch Robes.

A small bell rang as they entered the bookshop "Blikes and Knowle" and started to browse the somewhat busy shop. Harry, who had yet to open his Hogwarts letter, moved his way towards the Defense Section with Karen following closely.

"Alright, what books are we looking for?" She asked snatching the letter out of Harry's hand. Harry scowled a little at her as he took it back, she merely smiled and waited for him to read it.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Enclosed is the booklist for your sixth year. Please choose classes accordingly with your recent O.W.L scores. You may take a minimal of three classes and a maximum of seven classes. When you have decided on your courses please send the enclosed transform of class choices to your Head of house.

Also, I Minerva McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, would like to extend the offer of Quidditch Captain to the Gryffindor Seeker, Harry James Potter. If he should decline the position the next choice is Katie Helen Bell, and the badge and letter should be forwarded to her. Should he accept the position he is to contact Professor McGonagall at the start of term for further details.

Deputy Head Mistress,

Minerva McGonagall

Harry pulled out the Quiditch Captain Badge and ran a finger over the sleek shine of it, before

putting it in his pocket. Moving on to the second sheet of paper Harry unfolded it.

SIXTH YEAR BOOKLIST

Astronomy:

A Treasure Chest of Wisdom

By: H. O. Burgoyne

Ancient Runes:

Translating the Unknown

By: Penelope Thristle

Arithmancy:

The Code of Life

By: Evan Travers

Care of Magical Creatures:

Myth vs. Fact

By: O. G. Welkes

Charms:

Charming Lives

By: P. W. Smith

Divination:

Mysteries Unravled #

By: Liney McSaeth

OR

Unraveling the Stars

By: Thislethorn

Defense Against the Dark Arts:

Learn to Talk it Out

By: Samantha Liwesky

Magical Theory

By: Orion Sythetek

Defensive Avoidance

By: Penny L. Twinkle

Herbology:

Plants of Healing Natures

By: Micjel Yerki

History of Magic:

Plethora of Wizard History

By: Sinclair McGibbions

Muggle Studies:

Electricity and How it Works

By: Lou G. Tremmoe

A Guide to Muggle Life

By: T. R. Smith

Explaining the Muggle Life

By: Porter Smint

A Life Without Magic

By: Taylor Ebony

Potions:

Poisons and Antidotes

By: Walter E. Avery

Transfiguration:

Self Transfiguration

By: Annie Steller

Defensive Transfiguration

By: Ike D. Littlesworth

# this book is required for divination with Professor Talwreny.

# # this book is required for divination with Professor Firenze.

Professor Firenze has requested your presence in his class.

Harry sighed and handed the list to Karen, "Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, and Care of Magical Creatures."

"What about Divination, the teacher requested you," said Karen looking at the list.

"I hate Divination," complained Harry.

"It'll be an easy class, and you need at least Five classes to avoid that rant from Hermione about not caring about your future, you told me so yourself," pointed out Karen.

Harry sighed, he hated when she was right, "Fine, I guess I'll take it. And Hermione will be proud, I've already read through one of our Transfiguration books." Harry smiled, thank you Trinity, he mentally thought as he picked out the book, Self Transfiguration.

"Well whoever is Defense Teacher doesn't seem to want to teach you to actually use defense," said Karen handing Harry three books, "They're all about avoiding confrontation, and talking your way out of problems, the only one actually about magic is the theory one."

Harry sighed, "Well you're coming to the school during the year right?" At her nod Harry sighed in relief, "Then it doesn't really matter, you'll be teaching me what I need to know, it'll be another easy class."

"Easy or not, you have to keep your grades up, or I'll beat you into the ground!" She said happily piling other books into Harry's arms.

"Alright," Karen said looking at the pile of books Harry had, "Those are your school books, now for the books you require with me," she smiled evilly as she went about pulling down no less than 15 books.

"Defense Against the Odds... Concentration: A Meditative Guide... Buddhism For Beginners...Occlumency: Clearing Your Mind... Unraveling Visions... Live to Fight Another Day... War and Peace... The Art of War... Strategics For the Beginner... Rules of Engagement... Reading the Stars: A Guide for the Lost... Stealth for the Beginner... Defending Against the Unnatural... and Calculating Averages: A guide to Battles," Harry read off the titles, then looked back at Karen.

"A few of those are muggle books," she said passively, "I expect you to read through each of these in your spare time. Start with the Meditation one, Buddhism, and the Occlumency, so we can work on you wandless magic."

"Harry, I don't see why you'd want to visit them," said Brittney not meeting Harry's eyes.

"We're doing a charity event for these kids, I think I should meet them," said Harry looking at the band who were avoiding his eyes.

"Well...see the thing about that is..." Paris trailed off.

"What about it?" Asked Harry suspiciously.

"Well, we haven't actually met them... we sort of pulled the charity out of a hat," Said Dylan sheepishly.

"You What?" Snapped Harry.

"Well, the contest was for charity, all contestants would receive $500 for their charity and the winner would receive $1000, and would be the opening act for Limp Bizket at the group concert on the 28th," Said Brittney soothingly. "You had to have a charity, so we sort of Googled charities, printed them out, and put them in a hat..." She trailed off at the glare Harry was giving her.

"Contest?" Asked Harry through gritted teeth.

"Oh, did I say that out loud?" Asked Brittney shakily.

"Yeah, you did," snapped Harry, "I signed on for a charity event, not for a bloody contest!"

"Well it's still for charity!" Chimed Chad happily thinking the problem solved.

Harry's eyes snapped on to him, and Chad's smile quickly faded, "And this contest?"

"Well, there are rounds, and the band members of Limp Bizket vote on each song the different bands play, we have to play a total of Seven Songs, should we not get eliminated in the first two rounds," Said Brittney hesitantly.

"A thousand dollars isn't much," said Harry scowling slightly.

"It is to them," said Mark shrugging.

"Do they even know you picked them?" Growled Harry, he did not like being tricked.

"Um...Brittney said she contacted them," Said Paris slowly.

"I did, the nun said it was fine," shrugged Brittney.

"I still want to visit them," said Harry, "And you've just volunteered to tag along." Said Harry looking at the teens, "Brittney, step it up will you?"

Brittney nodded, her cheeks a little red, "Yeah, sure Harry...you're not really mad are you?"

"I don't like being tricked, or manipulated," said Harry cooly, "And should I find out you're lying to me again, I won't be as accepting."

"Mr. Jameson, I told you I'd be back," Said the woman from before. Her skin was even paler this time around.

"Listen I don't even know how to play poker," said Harry tiredly in the entrance way of the hotel room.

"My employer would like a word," Said the woman.

"Well, inform him I am too tired at the moment, nor do I really gamble," said Harry pushing past the woman.

"I am afraid you don't have a choice this time," Said the woman as she was joined by two burly, pale men, who supported rather large teeth.

"I always have a choice," said Harry looking around him at the muggles, the woman could pass as human, but these guys were defiantly vampires.

"Now Mr. Jameson, I'd hate for you or these innocent people to get hurt," she looked around at the muggles and smiled evilly, "After all I could do with a snack."

Harry sighed as he discreetly reached for his phone in his pocket, and easily hit the speed dial for Karen.

"Very well, I'll go with you," said Harry as he heard a small click to show someone picked up the other line, "But I warn you, I don't like vampires, nor do I like being force to go somewhere against my will."

"I'm terrified, Mr. Jameson," laughed the woman, "Follow me."

Well this chapter was shorter than I'd have liked. But oh well...

:) I left it off at a horrible cliffy I know!