Hey, guys! You want to know the home address of J. K. Rowling? sigh Yeah, me too... I wonder where I would be living if I was her...


Time passed, and even as Harry's friends grumbled that they couldn't throw their wands straight away to make sure they could do wandless magic on their own as soon as possible, they still understood his request of maintaining appearances for the simple fact of not disturbing normal wizards' lives by shock, panic or even struggle for this new-found power. In fact, they did it more out of respect, since even as Harry didn't need his wand at all - news that quite shocked them - he still acted like everyone else, while their first impulse was to run out and shout it to the world.

It was probably that cover up that was the main reason why they were having so much fun in the Room of Requirements, a story of which Harry included among others regarding wandless magic. The things he was telling his friends seemed to them quite absurd, but as their skills evolved, they believed more and more of it.

As for the training itself, Rose made excellent progress. With her young mind not bound by limitations of a developed personality and additional creativity that came from that, not saying anything about the fun her kind of seeing magic gave her, she had no problem in finding her way around anything from the "beginner's set of exercises" Harry prepared for them. He was hard pressed to keep her busy, because when she wasn't, her mischievousness took better of her, and she started... "exploring".

Luna also didn't had much difficulty, the bulk of it being due to her sudden change in understanding the world around her, but once she got used to that, it was as easy as to appoint the animals she already knew all about to new functions. But during their training Harry noticed a peculiar thing. The more Luna understood her animals, and the more control she had over them, the less dreamy her eyes became, and if it was even possible, she became more witty than even Hermione. Oh, she still maintained her fun personality, it was just that she seemed less and less distracted by unimportant things.

Surprisingly, after the two, Neville made the most progress. When Harry gave him a task, he would fumble and stumble, saying how he didn't know or wasn't skilled enough, and if he just had a plant that done what he needed... At which point he would imagine just such a plant, seeing it so vividly, or even understanding how it should be working in terms of biology, that his magic, aided by his love of plants - with such rare findings in particular - would snap to action in no time.

Hermione had the worst of it. She was used to schedules, study-plans, lots of books followed with tons of notes. Without Harry's help, like he did during their first meeting, she couldn't understand how she could apply her love for books into her own imaginative world. The fact that everyone got on with their work, combined with her need to be best, didn't help her at all, as her frustration would unable her to concentrate at all.

Harry, seeing the trouble his friend was in, immediately thought up solution.

"Hermione?" he asked softly.

She didn't even reply, just helplessly lifting her gaze from the feather in her hands, similar to the ones everyone else was practising with.

Harry wasn't discouraged by that, and smiling lightly, he asked:

"You ever thought of becoming a writer?"

Upon hearing that, Hermione immediately sat up straighter, and only when Harry chuckled slightly and she followed his gaze to see what he found so funny, did she notice that her feather had turned into a quill, even without her realising it.

"You should think about it," Harry commented with a smile as he walked away to check how others work was progressing.

And, boy, did she think about it. The dark room Harry made her visualise at the very beginning in very short time was changed into vast library arranged around her working space. But it wasn't filled with books – just books – like she might have dreamed once. Her library was filled with her books. And not only with that. Among short stories, novels, and other usual kind of text, you could find things as various as even a movie script, is she really needed something "graphic".

But the largest change happened at her working place. Pictures, paintings, photos, small items, token. Once clear desk soon became surrounded with mass of items, as Hermione's love for books changed itself into love of stories that could be told from a single picture, items being used as props to twist the fate of the world, and most importantly, facts being tied in strange and surprising ways. In one word, she did all the things a wandless magic user should do to find their own way.

But even more than that. Soon enough Hermione stopped watching everybody else to make sure she was the best, knew the most, or worked the hardest. She was more interested in making sure that her own work was better with every step, setting her own best as border she had to cross. And it was that drive, that steady work and growth progress, that allowed her to catch up and even surpass her friends, but by that time, being first wasn't any kind of award. Her own work was the challenge, the prize and the ultimate fun.


It was quite some time after their trainings were on, when Hermione lost some of her steam and others got used to the amount of fun that wandless magic could give, that everyone remembered about one particular thing they've omitted so far.

"Harry," Hermione stopped what she was doing at the sudden reminder of the fact, "you know what we all use as our focus," she used the word they determined would suit best what they do with magic, "But what is yours?"

The question stopped everyone else, and they turned to Harry who smiled slightly hearing it.

"Well, I thought you would bring up the topic of where I know all those things from first, but if you want it this way..." he said with a shrug, gaining a mock glare from Hermione as she huffed in annoyance – more at herself, that she forgot all about the second question, than at him, that he just waited for the situation.

"You feel like it?" Harry asked while looking somewhere over their shoulders, like there was something behind them. Knowing that it was Harry, they exchanged confused glances, asking one another without a word if it was one of his jokes, or was he really going to show them how he did magic.

"No!" came defiant voice voice right behind them, and they jumped at the surprise, quickly turning to see who said it, but seeing no one standing behind them.

Harry just shook his head, knowing for sure that Magie was in her famous playful mood. If he didn't knew it instinctively, seeing the girl say the word, then quickly crouch low and sneak among them right under their line of sight was a big hint.

"Come on, don't make me beg you," Harry said, playing along and directing his words in totally different direction than Magie was standing in. It made his friends concentrate on him once again, which Magie used to her advantage, tapping them at their shoulders and making them turn in all different directions.

At her touch thought, even with little training, their magic that the room supplied reacted instinctively, and they begun seeing out of the corner of their eyes a shadow sneeking here and there, but disappearing faster than they were able to follow it.

"Harry! That's not funny!" Rose was the first one to loose her temper, and she turned towards him, just to see him place a finger on his lips, and when everyone else noticed it, he did a countdown on his finger from 3...2..1... and did a step to the side.

What they saw in the place he was standing moments ago was a figure stuck in mid-step, like a burglar in some old film that was suddenly caught by the spotlight. The figure didn't stand there for long, because as soon as the person noticed that her position was compromised, she pointed an accusing finger at Harry.

"Traitor!" she exclaimed with a hand on her chest, in a pose of great hurt, "And here I was having so much fun,"

"Hey! Don't blame me for everything," Harry responded just as animatedly, "You knew full well what I was going to do, and if you didn't want it, you could stay hidden. And besides, that's one more point for me,"

"It isn't about what you did, but how you did it! And like hell I'm going to give you the lead over such a cheap trick like this," Magie objected, crossing her hands over her chest and turning her back on Harry.

They bickered like that, mindless of the people watching the exchange. Harry's friends on the other hand had to deal with shock that this new piece of information invoked. They were unconsciously noting down to not ask Harry for any secret of his in fear of some kind of trauma, since it seemed every new information was more shocking than the one before.

"She's a girl," Neville muttered once he could speak again.

"I can see that," Rose mumbled back, her eyes wide.

"But he meant that Harry's magic was a girl," Luna corrected absent-mindedly, as she herself had yet to adjust to it.

"I said that I can see that," Rose mumbled again, stating clearly that she understood the situation, but her eyes were still wide from the shock.

While her friend were gawking at the fact, Hermione was more concerned with what kind of a girl Harry's magic was. She saw her lovely hair, sparkling eyes, her figure, her way of interacting with Harry... Hermione's first thought was that she could never compare. She caught herself, blinked, shook her head, and when hear head was clear again, she started wondering why she would be comparing herself to the girl next to Harry...

"She's a girl," Neville said again a little louder, as he was repeating the statement over and over again in order to get used to the notion. This time it was loud enough to stop the two that were still bickering.

"Of course I'm a girl," Magie responded, then looked herself over with wrinkled brow, "I wonder what else could look like me, maybe-"

"DON'T!" Harry shouted immediately, "Don't even think about it!" he said a little calmer, still remembering how Gladstone came to life. Magie just shrugged.

"But you're Harry's focus, aren't you?" Luna interjected.

But before Harry could explain, "I'll take care of it," Magie announced, taking a big breath in, shutting her nose with her fingers, and puffing her cheeks out. In fact, her cheeks weren't the only thing that puffed out, as her whole body begun to swell, and soon enough, she changed into a balloon in form of a girl that drifted up to the ceiling. But upon the contact with the solid stone, the balloon broke, spilling confetti over the floor beneath it, and Magie dropped to the floor, but no longer in her usual clothes, now wearing a simple dress fitting an assistant of a magician. After breaking her fall, she did the usual "Ta-Da" pose. She stood there for a while, and, a little impatient, coughed demandingly in Harry's direction.

Harry sighed, and in a tired voice announced, "I give to you, Magie," another cough,"Fine. I give you Magic Magie," more demanding cough, "She's charming," Harry gave up and repeated the usual thing he said when they were young, slumping slightly at the same time, and rubbing his temples to fight of the migraine that he felt was comming.

Magie, hearing the last praise, gave Harry's friends her most dazzling smile and did couple of humble bows, as if being applauded by a vast audience. Catching the figures standing before her, or more exactly the fact that they were frozen in total befuddlement, stopped her act.

"Well, I don't really know how to explain it any better," she said while scratching her head, "Maybe if I had a minute or two more to prepare... Give me a moment-" she continued, already thinking about her next act, but Harry interrupted her.

"People," he said, breaking his friends out of their stupor, "I see different kind of people, with different skills, personalities, and whatnot. Out of it also comes that I can use many man-made objects. I mean, small things like pens, flash-lights – something which you can have with you at any given time. I haven't really thought about anything bigger... Hmm, I wonder if bigger things would work," Harry voiced out loud, reminding himself of his own study and research that he had yet to do.

"I wonder how fun driving a roller could be..." Magie voiced from her spot, staring somewhere far away with dreamy look on her face.

"DON'T!" Harry snapped to attention, "Don't even think about it!" he repeated himself again, starting to think that having bigger audience made Magie even more adventurous.

"I'm starting to understand why talking with Harry is sometimes such a hard thing to do," Neville said to his friends, and three girls standing beside him just nodded, too stupefied to respond.

"Now as to where he learned to do those things," a new voice said, and Harry groaned immediately covering his eyes with his hand, instantly knowing that there wouldn't come anything good out of this one.

Without any warning from Harry that it wasn't the wisest idea, his friends simply turned to see who had just spoken. Three people raised in magical community and one well read muggle-born instinctively knew who the person in front of them was, even after only once glance. But then the figure spoke.

"Hello. I'm Sallazar Slytherin. It's nice to meet you," the man said while extending his hand.

It was the last straw, and as one, four bodies fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Strange," commented Slytherin while looking between his hand and people who just fainted, "And here I thought I'll get this modern welcome thing right at the first try. I wonder what went wrong,"

"You have to use your wrist more," Magie commented, not tearing herself away from her squash practice.

Looking between Salazar, his unconcious friends, or Magie's attempts to beat the wall, Harry didn't know if he should sigh, groan, leave the room, or simply shoot himself.


After Harry managed to make figments of his imagination go away and he woke his friends up, some explanations were needed.

"Okay," he started, a little unsure how to deal with this, "Let's for now forget on what I focus while doing magic,"

"You mean, the fact that you have people living in your head?" Luna commented with half smile.

"Yes, Luna," Harry responded with his head hung, "Could we skip that part?"

Luna didn't say anything more, still maintaining that smile of hers, and others just nodded, more than happy to forget about it for good.

"But I really need to talk to you about Salazar, because you might be wondering why suddenly one of the founders came around."

"Or who else you have hidden in there," Luna added offhandedly, with an innocent voice.

"Luna, could you stop it already?" Harry asked a little exasperated.

"Well," she scrunched her nose, "I think I'm perfectly able to do that, but I can't really tell if I will," she replied while thinking about the options. To say that the rest of their company appreciated the fact that Harry himself couldn't deal with the kind of speech he used so often was an understatement. After one more tired glance from Harry, Luna relented, "Okay, I'll be good now," she said with a genuine smile, and settled in for one of Harry's lectures.

"Thank you," he breathed a sigh of relief, making a mental note to make sure in the future that he was prepared for the stres that was involved with letting Magie "loose". Then he told them about the Chamber of Secrets.

"I believe you," Rose said immediately after he was done. Others looked at her strangely. "What? I said it already that near him, everything is possible," she responded with a shrug to the accusing looks, and others after thinking about it and other things happening around Harry, nodded in agreement.

"But... even the basilisk?" Nevile asked a little uncertainly, "Surely it can't be that big!"

"It has over a thousand years, Neville," Harry replied, but quickly followed with, "You know how Hagrid always says what misunderstood creatures some species are? Well, it seems to apply to this one. The basilisk isn't that much set on killing of everyone in the school... if not provoked. But other than that? Humans are as insignificant to it as a random day from your life. You know, there are many that you see, but after a while it's all just the same, and then it melts into this giant blur. Over that thousand of years that snake saw everything humans can come up with, and our species doesn't really interest it. Nature. That's what it told me about. The main topic for any animal. Human magic on the other hand, is another topic. Now, I told you about the stone and the note in the chamber. While you were... erm, sleeping, I talked to Slytherin and we don't really know what happened when I took over his memories. It can be that the stone still has all of it, but then he doesn't really know if you could take it too, or in what way, given your look on magic, it would show itself. Then the stone could be empty, which would be useless, or have only some non-important informations, which wouldn't help you at all. So we came up with this," Harry finally said, pushing some scrolls in their direction, but not letting them open, or even touch them just yet.

"Those are closest to Slytherin's private journal as you can ever be. They're more or less the same set of lessons, hints, guidelines, teachings... Whatever you want to call them, that I had been given, of course without the actual man living in your head," Harry said while looking at Luna, which made both of them smile, "But you won't find everything in there, and a lot of topics you'll have to research on your own, maybe even from scratch. But as Salazar was there for me, I can help you with yours," he finished, and immediately, Hermione had a question.

"But what do you mean that there isn't everything in here? I've been studying with you and I know what books you've read, and there aren't some things you say in those too. So either you're lying or you're hiding some materials from us," she finished and looked to him for an answer, only to see him sitting there and smiling at her like she said the funniest thing. "What? What did I say?" Hermione asked, resigning herself to the fact that with him, she simply couldn't get the thing spot on.

"No, nothing. You're right that you know what I've been reading. But I was just marvelling at the difference. Because while you're reading the book, I'm reading a book,"

"I don't get it," Hermione answered after thinking quickly about what he just said.

"You know, when you're reading books, you treat them like they're finished works, whole, complete, with everything one could need till the end of his life. Simply said, to you, every book is The book. The only one. And you're quite right, if you look about the facts that are covered in them. In that sense, let's say, two, three, or even ten history books regarding one period and the same events are nearly the same. If you read one, you can tell history as if you've read any other, since they're all telling you about one period," he said, and Hermione nodded that it was not far from truth.

"Now, what I'm doing with the same books as you've just read through, is that I'm reading A book. It's one of many. Now, while those history books I've mentioned before would need to have exactly the same aspects included - since if it lacks description of one event you would need to read more about that – but let's say for the sake of argument that they have exactly the same dates described, I would still read every single one of those ten. What interests me aren't the facts them-self, but rather how particular people write about them. One person can say that an event was the most important in that time, while another can say that it was least interesting of that kind. Some other can state that it was simply an event, and history wouldn't be much different without it... That's what interests me. You know how people say that victors write the history? But as hard as you wan to, you can never erase what really happened. And even if you're able, there are still clues that the history was tampered with. That's why my focus are people, since I find it so fascinating that facts are one thing, and how people react to the same set of information is quite different story," Harry finished, slightly out of breath at the long monologue.

Hermione was sitting in front of him, chewing her lip in thought at what he just told her, but it was another voice that called for his attention.

"Harry", Rose called, and when he turned, he noticed that she couldn't stand the waiting and unrolled one of the scrolls he gave them to see what's inside, "They're empty," she stated as a fact.

"No, they aren't," Harry responded with a smile.

"But... there's nothing here," she said after once again checking it over.

"Nothing visible," he agreed after looking at the scroll himself, "Yup, your power of observation is serving you rather well," he added with a sly grin.

Seeing that, Rose groaned. "Okay, smart ass, how do you turn it on, activate or whatever you do to it?"

"That's for you to discover," he said matter-of-factly, making Rose glare at him. "Hey, don't kill the messenger," Harry said while raising his hand in gesture of surrender, "Salazar required from me, and surely will from you too, to honour the traditions, or old ways as he call them, and it is a custom for the student to prove his skill before he begins his apprenticeship,"

"Apprenticeship?" Luna asked, already working on her scroll, but picking that particular word from the conversation.

"Well, I was sort of Salazar's apprentice, but since I'm not yet master of the art myself, let's keep it as a study group for now, and work on the old ways later," Harry said while scratching his head, and thinking that a more detailed list of things to do would be helpful.

"Whatever you say, captain," Rose saluted and went on to work.

"Captain works as well," Harry commented at the unoficial title, and got to his own work. Berating his insufferable "imaginary friend" to start with.


AN. Here it is, straight from the oven. I have 2 weeks of free time now. I'm going to study some, but I will also have the time to write whenever the muse strikes me, so don't be worried if chapters will start coming unannounced. If I won't be posting more than I was until now, then stay assured that I'm at least making some detailed notes for the future.

Ah, right. When I'm writing that Harry's friends were making "good progress" don't imagine that in a chapter or two they'll be at the same level he is. I'm just saying that they're doing well with whatever he tries to teach them at that point.