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Chapter 1

In a pleasant weather with beautiful green meadows, the dark green leaves on the mountain defying tall trees, the turquoise lake silent as a meditative mind with almost invisible ripples on its surface. The nature is calm but feels like flowing from every direction, like the daffodils that spread their luminous colors are scattered around the lake. One boy walks near the lake and is looking at the scenic silence, that is trying to overwhelm him from the outside to the inside but something breaks the connection when it reaches inwards. He can feel the slight breeze carrying the fragrances of the flowers towards his body and yet he observes his body more than his physical body present there, like the wind and the light are caressing his body, but somehow not the body only, but also beyond it. He can feel himself larger than the body, but still he is awed by the beauty of life that flows around.

He moves forward, to look at the blue ripples on the surface of the great lake and finds the infinite sky reflected back from limited lake water. Harry Potter stands on the bank of the Great Lake of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry, looking at the tranquility and his deeper experience of silence in his being.

Certain noise in the background, especially someone's words breaks this beautiful picture in him and he abruptly turns towards the source. "And here we have the Boy-Who-Lost-track-of-time without his Mudblood girlfriend… maybe planning a suicide." said a blonde boy accompanied with two bigger boys who loomed like bodyguards.

"Go somewhere in a trench or something and Never return as a favor to this world" Harry replied quickly but lacking the aggression that might have been routine.

"Hey Malfoy! Come we have to go to Potions class or Snape will swallow us whole" said Pansy Parkinson from the background.

"Hop towards class Potter, and let's see how many points you can lose today. Let's go Crabbe and Goyale, we have to hurry."

Harry looks at the departing Slytherins, fetches his bag and runs towards the castle. Running towards The Dungeons of Hogwarts Harry notices they are darker, as expected, but torches are abundantly placed. In every corner there is present a suit of armor that is guarding the non-existent prisoners. Harry feels heavy on his feet while running towards the Potions class

I don't know what took over me to go to the lake and loose track of the time. Hermione would have already reached and will give me evil eye. What the world has come to? I should thank Malfoy to remind me. But he'll enjoy what bloody-bat does to me today.

Yes! The dungeon is prison.

Hermione Granger has already opened her book, placed her stuff in orderly fashion and has read multiple times the potion which will be discussed in the class. Ron Weasley is sitting in her immediate front row while she is looking for her other friend. Harry emerges in the class and she waves him over, and he puts his bag on desk, sits with her.

Bellowing black cloak enters in a span of two seconds of Harry reaching his desk. "Loosing breath so soon, are we Potter? The subtle art of potion making requires certain discipline which you clearly lack. Tell me which potion we are brewing today?"

Harry looks towards Hermione who has Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage open on her desk. He answers "Wit Sharpening Potion."

Professor Snape turns to class in a louder voice "Some of you will find today's Assignment much helpful. Get on brewing with whatever wit you have."

Wit Sharpening potion

Ingredients: ground scarab beetles, ginger root, armadillo bile

Effects: presumably enhances the clarity of thought of the drinker.

Harry looks at the ingredients and feels thankful to Hermione for forcing him to study, so he remembers the procedure in his mind. Still he feels full of doubt about the acceptability of his work by Snape. Clearing his mind, Harry sets off towards his potion.

Skeeter is writing awful things and I can't do anything.

Why is Ron acting so strange? Is he so touchy about Hermione?

Snape is so after my life

Why my height is not growing? Why I have this bloody scar over my forehead?

Is Padfoot alright? I have not heard from him for quite some time. Why can't I live with him? Why those relatives always?

Dumbledore is helpful, is great, but why can't he help me out of this TriWizard stuff. Is he not powerful enough?

Why am I alive?

Why is Ron such a pansy?

Why Malfoy doesn't fall from roof?

Wizarding world listens so much to Daily Prophet... quibbler is not much better I agree.

Am surely going to die in next match of the tournament

Is there a God up there?

Wait…

What are you doing Harry? Relax.

Harry Potter takes deep breath in middle of the stinky Potions classroom and exhales even more deeply. He read it in small handbook: Yoga for starters presented to him by Luna Lovegood, who herself claims that it was a gift from Dalai Lama to her Father. He asked her did she read it, she denied explaining she is already such a mystic. Harry gathered that nobody has ever opened it.

All common sense pointed that the so proclaimed mystic girl and her father missed the whole point as Dalai Lama gave them the Beginners handbook, not some advanced scripture.

Harry has read the small book thrice already, hidden from both Hermione and Ron as they will pressure him to read something more helpful to pass the tournament. Reading the book, he got the idea that one has to go in contact with outer life in nature so that the mind can fill with life energies and move inwards. The breath yoga he is practicing daily helps his mind to relax and if required, focus.

With a calmer mind, Harry focused his all attention to the problem in hand, closing all the doors of his mind that screamed multiple stuff simultaneously.

Ginger, what I know about ginger? It's a common spice, useful in cold and allergies. I read somewhere it is useful to prevent nausea. Cold happens in sinuses. . right? Above is brain and so we can establish that Ginger affects brain and clears the sinuses.

Ginger root has juice, and it may not like air... may change chemical composition, like cut apples turn dark in air.

"Hermione, don't chop the roots, just press it hard and immediately transfer in cauldron"

"What's going in your head Harry? Don't you know we have to finish it soon and get to study for last match of tournament?"

"Listen to me Hermione, do as I say. Believe me once"

"Don't be unreasonable Harry, shut up or Professor Snape will take points off"

"Five points from Gryffindor for disturbing the whole class. Mr. Potter move from there". Breathed Severus Snape who has come close unnoticed to both and thus caused both to flinch.

Take courage Harry; sharpen your wit with experience as the book said.

"I want to work alone on the assignment"

Surprise on the hard face of Snape doesn't bode well, but for a second, it came and was gone as quickly. He nodded very lightly and his with a glare, he indicated him an empty space.

Amongst the looks his classmates were giving him, some thinking that his mind was rattled by seeing Mer people, or he can't handle the fame, he is going on a road entertaining to other, be cautious and save your own work, etc. were many thoughts running amongst the teenagers

He found himself on his own in the presence of Potions professor who breaths on his neck. Harry called up his courage and set to work on his table.

Temperature is fine, adding the roots of ginger

Pressed and full of juice that affects sinuses and brain. Rotating clockwise? Leave it. Armadillo bile is acidic and green. Let's add it towards the end to preserve the base. Common sense says one should add scarab at beginning, so they all go at once in.

Potions are magical, but how? They can't be mass produced, they need brewers. So, they absorb magic with intent. Intent is the base of life, as my book says. Let me try my intention with clearer mind.

Harry breathes out, closes his eyes and focuses on his breath. His potion is bubbling with dark red orange color. Rest is sure, looking at his cauldron that the potion is bound to fail. Hermione is feeling edgy but she can't help him now. She foresees a bad potion that might earn him detention as he is not following rules and Snape is following his every move. "Your potion should look dark orange because I doubt the brilliant sun orange color will appear in your assignment." He announced.

It has to be something more, something that got more oxygen. Bile will help release the qualities, scarab will provide strength and perception while rest is done by ginger.

Oxygen is life, more oxygen and clearer mind. Who stores oxygen? Shrivelfig, yes even it looks like brain.

It can work, it feels right. Let's try

Harry went to the ingredients store, brought the purple shrivelfig, and put its top, just a little top with the bile.

The viewers waited for some kind of explosion to take place, but within 5 minutes, the potion turned muddy green in color. Snape moved towards his cauldron and was going to grade him

I want the best wit sharpening potion

Harry was actualizing the final instruction of waving the wand clockwise three times when Snape arrived on his table." Mr. Potter, your stupidity may risk your grades as well as house points, whatever Ego you obtained being the TriWizard champion."

Harry Potter's mind being singly focused ignored Professor completely. And just as his wand left the potion, the potion cleared and the color became brilliant orange. Disbelief written on the face of Potions master, Harry brought it through the ladle to his lips, to remedy the disbelief. The potion felt light yet warm in mouth, it felt right. But he felt dizzy.

Consciousness lost.

Before his eyes could open, he could feel the surroundings clearly. Could feel every magic that was placed in the room he was, the presence of people that were on beds or moving here and there. He could sense his own breathing rising from naval to the nose tip. Deciding to enter further in meditative mood, he dipped deeper in the feeling, loosing himself with great courage. His existence expanded and he could feel boundaries disappearing. His own memories came and try to cloud him, but he ignored them totally. Accepting defeat, they went back inside and left him to roam free in the vast ocean of his existence. He looked up the blood flow in his body, the flow of oxygen, the heart beat and certain energy flowing through his head to his belly, and moving towards his hands and feet. He recognized this energy as Magic. He was going purer and purer into his consciousness like never before, like all his efforts in meditation has flourished, he experienced such tranquility and bliss like never experienced in his memory. Time did not matter here and being here felt like the rightest thing ever happened.

Harry Potter was lost in his own consciousness, and after three days, Harry Potter woke up in hospital bed in the infirmary.

"Harry! Are you all right?" cried Hermione. "You had us worried there mate." That was Ron Weasley.

"Are you out of your mind to drink an untested potion? You scared us to death!" Hermione was giving him the look.

Harry felt that they spoke in slow motion, their voice has some resonance. He could see through her mask of annoyance and find care. His mouth opened but he spoke very softly. "Dear friends, thanks for caring for me. I am perfectly alright." The words he spoke were so soft, laden with gratitude. They were meant to touch their hearts. His face felt fresh, his green eyes looked greener, brighter and shinier. His face was light, like all the problems of this mortal world have kissed him goodbye. His body movements were soft, and careful.

Hermione noticed her 'new' friend, Ron remained much oblivious.