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Chapter 37
"Hermione where's Harry?" Ron asked after breakfast as they pushed through the crowded entrance hall to the corridor to the dungeons. Most of the people were busy signing up for the club or reading the descriptions. That morning when everyone awoke they found that Harry had evidently already gotten up and left. And he hadn't come to breakfast.
"Right here." They both whirled around, the entrance door was open and Harry was standing there, for once his staff wasn't with him, he had obviously just come in from outside and despite the fact that it was only about 10 degrees out he wore black shirt with a long laced V collar and black pants made of lightweight fabric that tucked into the tops of black boots, he was wearing the same cloak as the night before and didn't look at all chilled.
"Aren't you cold?" Ron asked him.
"No, you get used to it, and I've got a warming charm on me." Harry replied, catching up with the group in a few long strides.
"What about your books? Where were you?" Hermione asked him.
"I have them, I just shrunk them, makes them easier to carry. I was working out." They turned down the hallway t the dungeons and potions class.
"Where's your staff and wand?" Seamus asked.
"Shrunk, and my wand," Harry flicked his hand and his wand appeared in it, it must have been hidden up his sleeve.
"Well well, scar face is back, mudblood, weasel, you must be happy. Perfect Potter has returned, everyone bow to the most dimwitted wizard of the century. Smart enough to get trapped back in time AND lose his memory all at once! To bad he's back to die, the dark lord will get you all." Said a cold drawling voice. Ron lunged at Malfoy, Harry raised his hand, palm facing Ron, Ron was stopped in midair and simply hung there.
"Nice to see you to Draco." Harry said calmly, as if Malfoy had not just insulted them, he turned his palm, Ron turned with it until he was facing the potion room, then Harry released him and walked coldly past the gaping students and into the classroom.
"Today we are making a potion to cure burns. Turn to page 322 and get started." Snape growled at the class. Harry placed his shrunk books, and ingredients on the table and touched each with the tip of his little finger on his right hand. Instantly they grew to normal size, ignoring the astonished looks he went to work, he knew this potion well, having used it many times while in training.
Harry knew this potion inside out, and he was done very quickly. Having finished he bottled it and began working on another harder potion. He needed some more of Coma Inducing Potion for his darts. He worked quietly, ignoring the looks everyone kept giving him.
"Potter what are you doing?" Snape suddenly snapped from behind Harry, Harry, who had heard him coming, didn't so much as blink never mind pause in cutting up long thin strips of dried Iguana saliva.
"I have finished the potion so I am working on another." Harry replied calmly, Snape sneered at him.
"Done already? Potter it is not possible to finish the potion that quickly and have it work."
"Yes it is."
"Five points form Gryffindor for contradicting a professor who you know is correct!' Snape picked up the bottle of potion, Harry considered letting some of the poisoned darts hit Snape next time.
"It is possible. The way the book says to make it is the slow way. If you add the tentacula juice but not the leaves then you don't have to waste fifteen minutes waiting for them to boil out enough juice to stop the effects of the Fire Salamander slime." Harry said.
"Potter those leaves are nessecary, they absorb the Hippogriff stomach acid so that it mixes correctly with the tentacula juice so that it isn't toxic." Snape growled, a triumphant gleam in his eye.
"The same effect can be achieved by slowly adding the hippogriff stomach acid slowly to the tentacula juice while stirring, and adding a little salt water removes the toxins should anything go wrong. To save time it can easily be done unmonitored while you're making the rest of the potion. This method also makes the potion less painful when it is poured onto the burn." Snape was seething now; Harry could easily imagine steam coming from his ears.
"And what potion are you making now?"
"It's a potion that sends the person into a coma for twenty four hours after which they wake with no harmful effects." Harry said, Snape looked a little confused as to why Harry would make that, then he remembered the darts Harry had used on the death eaters, without another word he went back to his desk. Harry just shrugged and went back to work on the potion. Perhaps Snape had come just a little too close to being hit by some of those darts and was worried about any future attacks on the death eaters that Harry had planned.
** Divination, someone save me." Ron groaned as they headed upstairs, Harry smirked, after the training he knew a whole new variety of horrid deaths to predict.
Of course the Professor had been so happy to see him that she'd predicted his death twice. Harry left the classroom seething, Ron chortling beside him. Harry considered turning Ron into a frog but decided against it, they had defense class.
In defense Harry found that he was way ahead of everyone, they were currently studying werewolves, and Harry already knew how to defeat them.
"Potter, to find out exactly what you know I'm going to quiz you on different defense topics we learned while you were away." Professor Figg said, Harry agreed and they started, it turned out that Harry knew all of it and could probably do most of it better than the teacher.
** "Okay Harry, lets see how much you've forgotten!" Alicia said, releasing the snitch, the team went back to their usual practice, but watched Harry closely. He flew up and went into an elaborate pattern of twists turns loops dives and rolls, finally he rolled down under his broom and cam back up with the snitch in his hand.
"Huh, takes four months off and acts like he spent the whole time training." George muttered. Harry landed beside them.
"Hey, that wasn't too tough, I've got an idea though, you two try to hit me with the bludgers while I catch the snitch." They both stared at him as if he'd just grown wings.
"Harry you could get really hurt!" Fred said.
"Better get hurt now than in a important game." Harry replied.
"I think he's really lost it this time, okay." The twins took off and Harry let go of the snitch, closing his eyes as if flew away. Then he mounted his broom and kicked off, dodging bludgers. This was almost as fun as the bareback daredevil riding he'd done in training! Smiling happily Harry twisted his broom sending a bludger flying away, he chased both down and sent them flying off, then dove, George hit a bludger back at him, Harry let it catch up and started to roll over and over, the bludger following Harry as he rolled round and round his broom. Always careful to keep the broom flying straight, after the glimmer of gold not far ahead, finally he reached out and grabbed it for the air and shot up, a flick of the broom and bludger went hurtling off in another direction.
"Great Harry! Just do that in the next match and we'll set a new record against Ravenclaw!"
** Late that evening, after casting a sleeping enchantment upon his entire dormitory Harry sneaked downstairs and out. He closed the portrait behind him, and pretended not to see the shadow that ducked into a doorway farther along the hall. He knew the teachers were watching him every chance they got, but he was wiling to play that game. He walked silently up a staircase and along a corridor and up to the top of the north tower. Moving silently as a panther stalking its prey, not even bothering to become invisible, they were to interested in where he was going and what he was doing to stop him and lecture him about being out at night.
Thinking himself unseen and unnoticed the observer hurried after the black clad war mage as quietly as he could.
Harry stood atop the tower, staff held out in front of him, his entire being focused on the diamond top which glowed with a sparkling blue light filled with streaks of gold. A slightly brighter blue then the soft snow that covered the grounds, reflecting the moons light, which turned it blue. Even a casual observer could tell that something was going on, he radiated power and glowed faintly, his eyes burning like pits of emerald fire. His cloak swirled, but the observer could not feel even the faintest breeze, the freezing night air was still. Nor did the cold seem to affect Harry in the slightest. He spoke softly, whispering an incantation in a language none of this time could understand. A language that had died with its users, the War Mages. But though he could not understand them the observer could feel the power in the words, and it made him shiver. As the voice, cold and sharp as a blade of ice yet soft as falling snow, spoke, the power grew about him and the diamond shown brighter and brighter.
Deep within the void of night,
Find the pyromancers,
Start their light. Bring the fire, Unleash the flames. Let their power glow bright, So I might know their names.
Of course it was said in High K'haril so that the man watching from the shadows did not understand a word of it. But he could tell it was of great importance, for the effort the wizard was putting into the spell was immense, if only he knew what was being said! Then the diamond started to fill with red orange and gold flames. Realizing that the flames would reveal his presence he hurried down the stairs, silent as a ghost, but not quiet enough. As the diamond glowed even brighter and the spell went into action Heron Rah Xa'hazik's lips curled in a smile, Severus would of course tell the headmaster about this, which was exactly what he wanted, make Dumbledore wonder just what Harry was doing, what he was capable of. The diamond orb glowed like a star, Heron repeated the chant five more times, until he could feel the power running down the staff. It began to glow and change, the carvings vanished, the entire staff shifted, becoming longer, thinner, still topped by the diamond held in the talons, but now the bottom was capped in gold that was carved to look like flames, flickering up the staff until they thinned out about a fourth of the way up. The glow slowly vanished until only the rough cut glittering diamond remained, but it was filled with a faint purple glitter. Heron smiled and leaped off the tower, landing lightly on the broom just outside which floated him down to his dormitory. Now he could begin his search for elemental warriors. Any with pyromancing ability would be surrounded by a thin outline of fire, visible only to him.
** The next day Harry acted completely normal, determined not to give away anything under the professors scrutiny. All of them were watching him closely. The first glimmer of fire came at breakfast; Harry wasn't to startled to see Dumbledore outlined in pale yellow and orange flames. The flames were not very bright, and there was no red, and they weren't very large so he was probably a 3rd class pyromancer.
All the elemental warriors were put into three classes, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. First were very strong in an element, having a huge amount of control over it. With them they sometimes had to learn not how to make it work but how to keep it form working. 3rd class was very small control, they did control the element, but only a little bit, Dumbledore was a 3rd class pyromancer. A person could have more than one element, and Harry guessed that Dumbledore was also another type, a good one. Fire was a very unstable element; normally pyromancers had quick tempers and fought a lot and well. Though some through force of will took control over their powers and were not directed by them. But Dumbledore wasn't like that, except when really angry, so he had to have a large amount of another element, a powerful one to lock down on the fire.
Harry really got a shock when he saw Sirius, Harry had known that Sirius was an elemental warrior, and had guessed form his character that he had fire, but he hadn't thought that Sirius would be a 1st class pyromancer! His dog shaped godfather looked like a living fireball, outlined in brilliant red, orange, yellow and gold flames, it was very odd to see, and annoyingly bright. Thanks to long practice of control Harry didn't show any signs of shock, determined not to let the professors know that anything was up Harry kept himself perfectly calm. However he found it most annoying, whenever he saw the flash of flames out of the corner of his eye, which was often since Sirius seemed to be following him, he had to keep from focusing on it and looking over that way or giving a start of surprise.
Then Harry got his next real shock, though he expected something like it he wasn't prepared, Draco Malfoy was a 2nd class pyromancer, Harry wondered over what Malfoy's reaction to this news might be, and to having Harry train him with the power, not good. Harry thought hard over whether or not to tell Malfoy about it at all, perhaps he should wait, set his other plans into action first. He'd worry about that later. Soon he could start training them, hmm, the headmaster, an escaped convict, a death eater's son and who knew whom else all in the same class, that would be interesting.
Sorry it's a little short! Please review!
Chapter 37
"Hermione where's Harry?" Ron asked after breakfast as they pushed through the crowded entrance hall to the corridor to the dungeons. Most of the people were busy signing up for the club or reading the descriptions. That morning when everyone awoke they found that Harry had evidently already gotten up and left. And he hadn't come to breakfast.
"Right here." They both whirled around, the entrance door was open and Harry was standing there, for once his staff wasn't with him, he had obviously just come in from outside and despite the fact that it was only about 10 degrees out he wore black shirt with a long laced V collar and black pants made of lightweight fabric that tucked into the tops of black boots, he was wearing the same cloak as the night before and didn't look at all chilled.
"Aren't you cold?" Ron asked him.
"No, you get used to it, and I've got a warming charm on me." Harry replied, catching up with the group in a few long strides.
"What about your books? Where were you?" Hermione asked him.
"I have them, I just shrunk them, makes them easier to carry. I was working out." They turned down the hallway t the dungeons and potions class.
"Where's your staff and wand?" Seamus asked.
"Shrunk, and my wand," Harry flicked his hand and his wand appeared in it, it must have been hidden up his sleeve.
"Well well, scar face is back, mudblood, weasel, you must be happy. Perfect Potter has returned, everyone bow to the most dimwitted wizard of the century. Smart enough to get trapped back in time AND lose his memory all at once! To bad he's back to die, the dark lord will get you all." Said a cold drawling voice. Ron lunged at Malfoy, Harry raised his hand, palm facing Ron, Ron was stopped in midair and simply hung there.
"Nice to see you to Draco." Harry said calmly, as if Malfoy had not just insulted them, he turned his palm, Ron turned with it until he was facing the potion room, then Harry released him and walked coldly past the gaping students and into the classroom.
"Today we are making a potion to cure burns. Turn to page 322 and get started." Snape growled at the class. Harry placed his shrunk books, and ingredients on the table and touched each with the tip of his little finger on his right hand. Instantly they grew to normal size, ignoring the astonished looks he went to work, he knew this potion well, having used it many times while in training.
Harry knew this potion inside out, and he was done very quickly. Having finished he bottled it and began working on another harder potion. He needed some more of Coma Inducing Potion for his darts. He worked quietly, ignoring the looks everyone kept giving him.
"Potter what are you doing?" Snape suddenly snapped from behind Harry, Harry, who had heard him coming, didn't so much as blink never mind pause in cutting up long thin strips of dried Iguana saliva.
"I have finished the potion so I am working on another." Harry replied calmly, Snape sneered at him.
"Done already? Potter it is not possible to finish the potion that quickly and have it work."
"Yes it is."
"Five points form Gryffindor for contradicting a professor who you know is correct!' Snape picked up the bottle of potion, Harry considered letting some of the poisoned darts hit Snape next time.
"It is possible. The way the book says to make it is the slow way. If you add the tentacula juice but not the leaves then you don't have to waste fifteen minutes waiting for them to boil out enough juice to stop the effects of the Fire Salamander slime." Harry said.
"Potter those leaves are nessecary, they absorb the Hippogriff stomach acid so that it mixes correctly with the tentacula juice so that it isn't toxic." Snape growled, a triumphant gleam in his eye.
"The same effect can be achieved by slowly adding the hippogriff stomach acid slowly to the tentacula juice while stirring, and adding a little salt water removes the toxins should anything go wrong. To save time it can easily be done unmonitored while you're making the rest of the potion. This method also makes the potion less painful when it is poured onto the burn." Snape was seething now; Harry could easily imagine steam coming from his ears.
"And what potion are you making now?"
"It's a potion that sends the person into a coma for twenty four hours after which they wake with no harmful effects." Harry said, Snape looked a little confused as to why Harry would make that, then he remembered the darts Harry had used on the death eaters, without another word he went back to his desk. Harry just shrugged and went back to work on the potion. Perhaps Snape had come just a little too close to being hit by some of those darts and was worried about any future attacks on the death eaters that Harry had planned.
** Divination, someone save me." Ron groaned as they headed upstairs, Harry smirked, after the training he knew a whole new variety of horrid deaths to predict.
Of course the Professor had been so happy to see him that she'd predicted his death twice. Harry left the classroom seething, Ron chortling beside him. Harry considered turning Ron into a frog but decided against it, they had defense class.
In defense Harry found that he was way ahead of everyone, they were currently studying werewolves, and Harry already knew how to defeat them.
"Potter, to find out exactly what you know I'm going to quiz you on different defense topics we learned while you were away." Professor Figg said, Harry agreed and they started, it turned out that Harry knew all of it and could probably do most of it better than the teacher.
** "Okay Harry, lets see how much you've forgotten!" Alicia said, releasing the snitch, the team went back to their usual practice, but watched Harry closely. He flew up and went into an elaborate pattern of twists turns loops dives and rolls, finally he rolled down under his broom and cam back up with the snitch in his hand.
"Huh, takes four months off and acts like he spent the whole time training." George muttered. Harry landed beside them.
"Hey, that wasn't too tough, I've got an idea though, you two try to hit me with the bludgers while I catch the snitch." They both stared at him as if he'd just grown wings.
"Harry you could get really hurt!" Fred said.
"Better get hurt now than in a important game." Harry replied.
"I think he's really lost it this time, okay." The twins took off and Harry let go of the snitch, closing his eyes as if flew away. Then he mounted his broom and kicked off, dodging bludgers. This was almost as fun as the bareback daredevil riding he'd done in training! Smiling happily Harry twisted his broom sending a bludger flying away, he chased both down and sent them flying off, then dove, George hit a bludger back at him, Harry let it catch up and started to roll over and over, the bludger following Harry as he rolled round and round his broom. Always careful to keep the broom flying straight, after the glimmer of gold not far ahead, finally he reached out and grabbed it for the air and shot up, a flick of the broom and bludger went hurtling off in another direction.
"Great Harry! Just do that in the next match and we'll set a new record against Ravenclaw!"
** Late that evening, after casting a sleeping enchantment upon his entire dormitory Harry sneaked downstairs and out. He closed the portrait behind him, and pretended not to see the shadow that ducked into a doorway farther along the hall. He knew the teachers were watching him every chance they got, but he was wiling to play that game. He walked silently up a staircase and along a corridor and up to the top of the north tower. Moving silently as a panther stalking its prey, not even bothering to become invisible, they were to interested in where he was going and what he was doing to stop him and lecture him about being out at night.
Thinking himself unseen and unnoticed the observer hurried after the black clad war mage as quietly as he could.
Harry stood atop the tower, staff held out in front of him, his entire being focused on the diamond top which glowed with a sparkling blue light filled with streaks of gold. A slightly brighter blue then the soft snow that covered the grounds, reflecting the moons light, which turned it blue. Even a casual observer could tell that something was going on, he radiated power and glowed faintly, his eyes burning like pits of emerald fire. His cloak swirled, but the observer could not feel even the faintest breeze, the freezing night air was still. Nor did the cold seem to affect Harry in the slightest. He spoke softly, whispering an incantation in a language none of this time could understand. A language that had died with its users, the War Mages. But though he could not understand them the observer could feel the power in the words, and it made him shiver. As the voice, cold and sharp as a blade of ice yet soft as falling snow, spoke, the power grew about him and the diamond shown brighter and brighter.
Deep within the void of night,
Find the pyromancers,
Start their light. Bring the fire, Unleash the flames. Let their power glow bright, So I might know their names.
Of course it was said in High K'haril so that the man watching from the shadows did not understand a word of it. But he could tell it was of great importance, for the effort the wizard was putting into the spell was immense, if only he knew what was being said! Then the diamond started to fill with red orange and gold flames. Realizing that the flames would reveal his presence he hurried down the stairs, silent as a ghost, but not quiet enough. As the diamond glowed even brighter and the spell went into action Heron Rah Xa'hazik's lips curled in a smile, Severus would of course tell the headmaster about this, which was exactly what he wanted, make Dumbledore wonder just what Harry was doing, what he was capable of. The diamond orb glowed like a star, Heron repeated the chant five more times, until he could feel the power running down the staff. It began to glow and change, the carvings vanished, the entire staff shifted, becoming longer, thinner, still topped by the diamond held in the talons, but now the bottom was capped in gold that was carved to look like flames, flickering up the staff until they thinned out about a fourth of the way up. The glow slowly vanished until only the rough cut glittering diamond remained, but it was filled with a faint purple glitter. Heron smiled and leaped off the tower, landing lightly on the broom just outside which floated him down to his dormitory. Now he could begin his search for elemental warriors. Any with pyromancing ability would be surrounded by a thin outline of fire, visible only to him.
** The next day Harry acted completely normal, determined not to give away anything under the professors scrutiny. All of them were watching him closely. The first glimmer of fire came at breakfast; Harry wasn't to startled to see Dumbledore outlined in pale yellow and orange flames. The flames were not very bright, and there was no red, and they weren't very large so he was probably a 3rd class pyromancer.
All the elemental warriors were put into three classes, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. First were very strong in an element, having a huge amount of control over it. With them they sometimes had to learn not how to make it work but how to keep it form working. 3rd class was very small control, they did control the element, but only a little bit, Dumbledore was a 3rd class pyromancer. A person could have more than one element, and Harry guessed that Dumbledore was also another type, a good one. Fire was a very unstable element; normally pyromancers had quick tempers and fought a lot and well. Though some through force of will took control over their powers and were not directed by them. But Dumbledore wasn't like that, except when really angry, so he had to have a large amount of another element, a powerful one to lock down on the fire.
Harry really got a shock when he saw Sirius, Harry had known that Sirius was an elemental warrior, and had guessed form his character that he had fire, but he hadn't thought that Sirius would be a 1st class pyromancer! His dog shaped godfather looked like a living fireball, outlined in brilliant red, orange, yellow and gold flames, it was very odd to see, and annoyingly bright. Thanks to long practice of control Harry didn't show any signs of shock, determined not to let the professors know that anything was up Harry kept himself perfectly calm. However he found it most annoying, whenever he saw the flash of flames out of the corner of his eye, which was often since Sirius seemed to be following him, he had to keep from focusing on it and looking over that way or giving a start of surprise.
Then Harry got his next real shock, though he expected something like it he wasn't prepared, Draco Malfoy was a 2nd class pyromancer, Harry wondered over what Malfoy's reaction to this news might be, and to having Harry train him with the power, not good. Harry thought hard over whether or not to tell Malfoy about it at all, perhaps he should wait, set his other plans into action first. He'd worry about that later. Soon he could start training them, hmm, the headmaster, an escaped convict, a death eater's son and who knew whom else all in the same class, that would be interesting.
Sorry it's a little short! Please review!