Harry Potter and the Summer to Remember
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The forms didn't take long to fill in. Harry left with a smirk on his face. One more thing he had to do before he headed over to Utah, New Mexico, Arizona and Colorado for three weeks.
It turned out Remus had spent a lot of time hiding out in America, getting odd jobs in the American Muggle and Wizarding World. A couple of those jobs included working on a few First Nation Reservations bars. He had become welcomed especially into the First Nation Populaces of the Goshute, Navajo and The Apache.
The Goshute Indian Tribe in the magical world were well re-known for their ability to channel. Channelling was the art of opening ones magic to the elements and turning the magic into a specific element and either containing it within oneself or releasing into the earth. Examples of this was observed by George Lucas who then incorporated into his franchise known as Star Wars. The examples referred to were the 'Force Choke' and 'Force Lightning Absorption'.
The Navajo Tribe were known for their shamanic rituals to become 'Animal Men' or in Europe an 'Animagus'. Furthermore instead of many lessons and spell to become your animal; the Navajo people preferred a ritual and a night in a Wiccan. A side effect of this method was being as mundanes coined it 'High as a Kite', the Navajo called it 'Out of Body' experience.
The last tribe the Apache were known for the ability to divine and predict different futures. The future is like a river, constantly in flux but the Apache could help them to see a future he would like and show him to become more aware to the signs and portents in order to achieve the desired effects.
Harry, headed down into a shop that simply said 'Wand Forger'. Harry entered and he immediately recoiled at the sheer amount of magic that flowed throughout the room "Ah, a Holly and Phoenix Feather Wand, Eleven Inches Long and been in use for three years…Oh and from Britain. Welcome to my humble shop. Ebenezer McCoy at your service."
Harry nodded "Pleasure to meet you…I was…"
"You were wondering about the difference between a Wand Forger and Wand Maker? Simple, I make them to the person and Makers well make en masse and wait for them to be sold…Once, I have forged a wand for a wielder NO OTHER wand will be able to be used as effectively."
Harry grinned sharkishly "Thank you. Can you forge me a wand and get rid of the trace on this…It has…sentimental value to me."
McCoy nodded "Easily done. Now run your hand over the woods for the inner and outer coverings of your wand."
The woods were Holly and Ebony. "Holly and Ebony…Light and Dark an interesting combination. Ebony; non-conformist attitude and comfortable about it. Very good for combat magic's and transfiguration. Holly generally given to those on some dangerous or spiritual quests…Now for your wand cores."
Harry's senses were overwhelmed the sheer amount of ambient and creature magic. It was so intense that it nearly forced him to his knees; however he told himself he would remain: unbent, unbowed and unbroken. At that; the majority of the magic reduced. Harry closed his eyes and he extended his senses. No-one had taught him how to do this but something he developed on his own. Ebenezer stared as four objects began to levitate. The objects were a Phoenix Tail Feather, Thunderbird Tail Feather, Stormbird blood willingly given…"
"What is a Stormbird?" Asked Harry curiously.
Ebenezer grinned "The Stormbird is a relation to both the Phoenix and Thunderbird. It is said to more closely look like a Thunderbird in size, has the colours of a Phoenix for tail feathers and is said to bring a storm when it cries. It exists as I have the blood but I'm not a Beast Master…It is supposedly a magnificent bird if it is seen…Another thing according to legends it will only bond with a determined and noble person of considerable power."
Harry nodded "My last core?"
"…Dragon Heartstring Coated in Blood coming from a Nesting American Horror…It is three times more dangerous than the Hungarian Horntail. Thankfully the American Horror has two modes…lazy and horrible. However, it changes on a whim." Harry grinned.
"Now, I tend to use a binder which happens to be blood…Blood of the wielder. Anything you want to tell me?"
"Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears."
Ebenezer's face disturbed Harry "Mr. Potter, how would you like this done? Flesh, Vein or Artery. They all do the same thing, except the different locations increased the power transfer."
The answer was simple. The wand was a masterpiece 13 and Half inches long and a wonderful rustic red with black and white splodges (No genital jokes please). Harry's eyes widened at the price "$350 Dollars Mister Potter."
Harry's eyes narrowed "Can you explain please?"
"You wanted to remove the trace on your 11inch Holly Wand; that is $50, then I did it again for your new wand. $150 Dollars for the materials you used. They are not illegal but rather hard to find and are expensive. Another $75 is the construction fee and $25 because of mandatory VAT."
Harry nodded "I get that. Just wow, was not expecting it to be cheap but definitely nor that."
"I get if from a lot of travellers…Furthermore for another $150 I can give you two giood quality wand holsters and justify throwing in a wand maintenance kit." Harry paid up and left.
If bonding with his holly wand gave him a sudden warmth. His new tailored wand was like channelling a rage inferno through him. Warming every inch of his body, he felt alive…More alive than in Diagon Alley for definite.
He entered the Transport Office and got the first Portkey out to Arizona. After a harrowing visit with the Pet Control Officers who had a recruit who thought Hedwig who accompanied him to America was a Cockatrice, Harry was let through.
Harry quickly found a food vendor and came away with a portion of Fry Bread and Two Chimichangas. The nutrient potion diet he was one was taking effect. Harry had been 5'5 before coming to America. He was now standing an impressive 5'9 and still growing.
He finished his meal, he consulted the map and with a sharp pop, he vanished. He reappeared with a bang on the outskirts of what was known as a Blink Town by the name of Squall's End. Harry walked into the town, he let himself be submerged by the ambient magic of the three clans. It appeared he had arrived as the three clans had joined together for a week of feasting, learning and fighting.
"Ah, Harry son of James. Moon Wolf sent us word of your arrival…I am Stand in Light, My Goodbrother Stand in Dark. We greet you."
Harry bowed to them "Thank you for having me and teaching me your ways."
"No, Son of James. We do not teach you. We teach you to teach yourself. Come, let us get you sorted with a room and our lessons in channelling shall begin."
Harry changed into a t-shirt and shorts and followed a young man; probably in his mid-twenties out to a field where another ten or so children were waiting.
Harry's eyes widened when he noticed one of them. With her long brown hair in a ponytail. Her light blue eyes widened. Fay was in the crowd wearing a shirt that was slightly too small and jean shorts that caught her figure beautifully. "Harry, what are you doing here?"
Harry grinned "Holiday and leaning some new magic. You?"
Fay grinned "Holiday and visiting family and brushing up on some skills…Come my cousin is starting."
"Get comfortable, extend your senses to each of the elements and find the ones or one that resonates most with you." Harry closed his eyes, and imagined himself wrapping himself in a blanket or hugging Fay to him. He slowly let the picture go and he extended his senses.
The fire suddenly erupted into a pillar of fire, which suddenly extinguished itself as Harry reached out to it. The children watched as the fire rushed into Harry. "Harry, you're absorbing the flames. Harry!" Fay called.
Harry, snapped back to reality, saw Fay in front of him, rotated his palms upwards and directed the excess heat out and everyone watched as the fire rushed out and rapidly petered away. "It seems Fire seems to resonate extremely strongly with out, let us try some others."
Harry quickly found that he was also proficient in the channelling of Wind and Water. Harry promptly sank to one knee "That…was…exhausting."
Fay chuckled and helped him to his feet "You did channel three elements. Now you'll have to practise absorbing them on a whim, that's the fun bit…Now come on, I'll show you a good eatery."
The eatery turned out to be a pub, "Six double cheese burgers with all the toppings and two large fries." Fay called. "Extra jalapenos on two please."
Fay looked at him "When did you like those?"
"Since I spent three days in Texas, learning how to apparate and taking my test."
Fay stared at him "You do know…"
"Yes, but in ICW countries you can take your test any time after your 13th birthday. They just expect you pass when you are 15. Anyway, I'm registered don't worry about it."
"With the…" Began Fay.
"Here in America. Law says one must register, they assume we will register in home country." Fay snorted as they sat at a table for two.
"Why so many burgers?" Harry asked?
"You're on a potion course ad you've just managed to achieve in one session of channelling what most would achieve in eight sessions of moderate practise." It suddenly hit Harry like a punch to the gut, he was starving.
Fay was right, she had devoured two burgers and Harry went through four. His normally fast metabolism, enhanced by the nutrient potion diet and further more increased by his accomplishment with channelling, it was surprising he had not passed out yet. "You done your homework yet?"
Harry looked at Fay "Sorry, I missed the question."
Fay chuckled softly "Homework?"
"All sorted aside from Hagrid's." Fay's eyes widened.
"How?"
"Something called a caffeine drip." Harry replied as he channelled the heat of the jalapenos out of his gums.
Harry and Fay spent the rest of the evening going over her assignments. Thanks to Harry's help, in Fay's opinion helped the process of completing her homework went much quicker. Soon enough in the space of four hours Fay had practically written her Charms, Transfiguration and Potions essay through effective note taking of the discussions Harry had struck up about the potions properties.
That evening Harry made it back to his room and promptly fell asleep. When he observed some of the fire dancers rituals, he got his my the scents the magic of the fire was giving off and he began to see double.
That evening as he passed out without getting dressed he had a vision.
Vision
He was flying. He was a bird and as he floated on the air currents carrying him over the America, he could distinctively feel the power of the barely restrained wind; pelting rain;massive claps of thunder and the flashes and crackles of concentrated lightning.
It was his to command and he felt alive. The sky was his and his alone.
End Vision
Harry woke up, the ritual fire still hadn't properly worn off. But in a brief moment of clarity, he saw Fay asleep next to him. Before he could make any connections, his mind went into another vision and he passed out again.
Vision
"I have to do this Minerva. He's too powerful for his own good. The restrictions his parents put on him are already wearing off." A voice said, Harry found himself observing a younger Albus Dumbledore looking over his baby self.
He looked around and saw he was #4 Privet Drive. Harry watched in horror as Dumbledore drew in the man's own blood a set of marks on him and began to chant. Harry was no linguistic but he had a feeling that the spell Dumbledore had just placed on him was a restrictor of his magic.
"I hope you are correct Albus…Otherwise this could haunt you." Minerva said. After Dumbledore had saved her from a Death Eater attack that had robbed her of her husband.
Dumbledore had subsequently manipulated her into never questioning his orders due to the power of the Life Debt and the man's own silver tongue.
"I am sorry Harry. For only I, can lead the Wizarding World to Ever Lasting Glory. Your sacrifice will not be in vain, it will be for the Greater Good."
End Vision
Fay had been caught by the hallucinogenic effects of the ritual fire. The ritual was designed to show them the sacrifices there ancestors had made so they would not make the same mistakes twice. She had a tolerance for it, when she reached her limit she had seen Harry was holding on through sheer will power and in the end, she had taken him back to his hotel room.
She didn't stir the first time he woke up. But the second time, his magic and begun to convulse and surge. It was incredible. Fay wasn't the best at detecting raw power but even at Hogwarts she could feel Harry's in seven different places. Two were inside of him; that made sense, he probably had a barrier around his core restricting his magic but that should have gone by now. One was around the Headmaster, her gut twisted at that, it took incredible power and knowledge. Mainly dark knowledge to power one's own magic with anothers. Side effects involved being able to be summoned to people or summon people to them and increased sensitivity to said person's mind set. And finally the other four places seemed to be where the Ward Stone Anchors for the defences at Hogwarts were supposedly located.
Fay shuddered if what she felt was correct, then she REALLY needed to be on Harry's good side because; she had felt his magic when he lost his temper…he was older and that temper would only increase.
She could only hope that she was wrong.