Harry swore once again as the tablet broke on the table. He had taken to using an abandoned room near the library to test his theory this last week. It was already November fourteenth, he only had ten days to make this work!

He could feel his magic flowing into the tablet as he etched each letter forming the word he wanted to use. LUMOS, Harry had decided to use the spell wording for light to start with. He hoped it would help form the idea of what he wanted easier. It was a shortcut hopefully that would help him prove his concept easier.

Still he could not figure out what was going on. He could feel the same intent and feeling as the Lumos spell flowing into each letter as he wrote out the word. For some reason it was not coming together!

Wait, it wasn't coming together!

He thought of words not as a group of individual letters but as a whole series of letters forming a word. Was he breaking his broom before he stepped on the pitch?

Using the Reparo spell on the tablet it reset to its base state. Thinking of the word he began writing it again. LUMOS

As he finished the last of the word it lit up like the tip of his wand rather brightly.

"Yes! I did it!"

That Harry was excited was putting it mildly. He had just proven his theory was correct! That he could create runes with regular script, well connected script, but still! It was a start!

Casting a Reparo again the tablet cleaned itself and the light gave way with a mild pop. Now he had proven his idea, how would he make it workable?

Runic battle wizards was not a thing. This was one thing everyone had agreed on as far as he had found. It took time to produce runes. Even if it was only ten seconds it was ten seconds you were not doing anything other than writing something out.

Harry was always more of a think on your feet type of guy. Getting up he began pacing around the room thinking of how he could write something with great speed.

Pacing about he was waving his wand in irritation as he thought. He knew better than you wave his wand while thinking, everyone knew better. Firstie's knew better than to wave your wand about. Still Harry needed something to help him think.

Looking at his wand as he waved it about a niggle in his brain started tickling. He kept pacing, staring at his wand as it randomly waved back and forth. Something about this was kicking his brain, saying it was the solution to his problems. But what could it be? What did waving his wand have to do with writing out words?

A series of swear words broke free as he realized where the answer was locked away in his mind. Second year, in the Chamber of Secrets, Tom had wrote in the air itself with his magic somehow. Thinking back, he remembered Tom had written his whole name rather fast with that fire stuff in the Chamber.

If Harry could figure out how to do that, with enough practice it could easily be useable. Tom had been rather sloppy about his writing so Harry felt he could make it workable.

Once again taking advantage of the spells he had pinched from the library magic book, Harry searched for information on writing with magic in the air.

He had many false starts at first but as he narrowed down his wording, he started finding better results. It was not a fast or even efficient process really using the safer library spell. Still it was far more useful than not using the spells.

While it was interesting to be able to right words with clouds it was not what he needed. That also held true with being able to shape snowflakes into words as well.

He found the fire spell Tom had used but did not want to use that unless he found no better option. The less he had in common with the murdering git the better. It was a divination book where he found his answer finally.

Reading further into the divination text he swore once again. Whatever Trelawney was teaching was not anything like what he was reading here. This was useful stuff, maybe he should start paying attention in class, or at least reading his textbooks?

It was a spell used with xylomancy, divining with twigs, that gave him answer. The full thing was in three parts though he only needed the first part, maybe the second now that he thought about it.

First a spell with a quick swish and a downward tap wrote the word in whole. No having to write out the words letter by letter! It required focus when casting but you could make the entire word or words spring from your wand all at once. The more words the further the focus was needed.

The spell was even more useful as it had a containment portion built into it. This kept the words stable long enough for the second portion of the process for xylomancy. A footnote stating the more magic injected into the words after being formed made it more effective almost had him dancing for joy.

The second part of the technique involved the embedding the word into the twig and the final was the casting of the divination.

Practicing a few times in the library corner study nook he was in he felt ready to give the Lumos a try with it. Checking to make sure no one would notice his attempt. When he was sure he was alone he cast the spell with Lumos as his focus. The word appeared before him while he pushed his intent even more into his casting. The word floated there bright golden letters flowing together lighting up the room.

He pulled his wand away and the letter stayed floating in the air lighting up the room. Waving his hand through it did nothing though when his wand touched it the word wavered then collapsed.

Smiling to himself he put the other books back and looked for more information on the first spell used. He still felt uncomfortable letting this information out. If he could hide it further, he would feel much better about this.

Harry was not wanting the ICW or anyone else to figure out what he was doing with runes. Reading on some of the sanctions the ICW had laid out before made it clear, they could play hard ball when they wanted to.

The spell only gave him a few leads, though two of them were well worth it. The first was a minor modification the let him change the font of the words. He chose a flowing overly stylized script that he could only make out the words since he was the one writing them. It looked more like something he would see on the side of a building than actual letters but he considered that a bonus.

The second book had been just as useful for hiding what he was doing. It let him change the color from the bright gold base color. He settled on a bright silver color that was hard to make any details out with due to its shiny color.

With the knowledge of what he needed, and his notes prepared he left the library making his way to the abandoned room nearby he had claimed as his.

It took him the rest of the day and past curfew before he finally had the spell down quickly. The modifications turned the spell into an upward diagonal slashing motion with a twirl and a downward tap at the end. It looked almost like an uppercase R written in reverse starting from the leg.

It took some work getting back to the dorm without getting caught though he had taken to carrying his cloak everywhere with him.

That next morning on the 15th he had double potions and honestly couldn't be bothered to go. Instead he made his way to his room pausing outside the room. He focused on the door and his desire for privacy.

It would be a good test and if it worked that would be great, if it failed, well he could learn from that as well.

Casting the spell, he focused on what he wanted to place on the door.

"This room is secret so stay away unless you're me, Property of Harry Potter"

He felt his magic spilling out of him filling each letter and word as they formed in the air. Dear lord was it taking a carriage load of magic to fill it all!

Finally, after almost half a minute the words were fully formed, and they sunk into the door. Harry felt tired but not so much he needed a lie down. Heading inside he closed the door then took to resting for a few minutes on an old desk.

While he hadn't needed to lie down a break was nice. From what he could tell the magic had sunk in fulfilling what it was supposed to do. That got him to thinking about secrets, mainly his secrets. Dumbledore always seemed to know what he was thinking, and Snape was just as bad. He knew he wasn't a bad liar, so it had to be something else.

He started making a list of ideas on how to tell if he was lying or not while he was still getting his wind back to full. Some of the ideas were insane such as invisible listeners telling them what he did, to them being like comic books characters having telepathy!

No, he had narrowed it down to what he was pretty sure was the right answers. A combination of them knowing his tells and some scrying spells of some sort. Something that was always active and gave them info on what they wanted. That or it was something that they had learned to cast wandlessly instead of always being active.

Either way he needs a way to hide his tells and block whatever scrying they were using. He knew from the library spells what Trelawney taught was crap for true divination spells. Information scrying was effective and useful. He would have to dig some more of that up still in fact.

For now, he needed an idea on how to protect his newest secret. Dumbledore was a good man, but he was still the Supreme Mugwump of the ICW. The ICW was something Harry wanted as little to do with as possible right now, so secrets had to be kept.

Taking off his glasses to rub his eyes he was realized he had something to places the runes on! Putting them back on he started trying to write up his newest runic phrase.

The phrase had to protect his secrets and block magic from learning about him. He started making a list of words and then playing around with them to build what he needed.

"Calm and controlled, that would keep them from telling I am lying. Maybe Collected instead? Then something to block information from other magic. Something like secret but not that word. Secrets were something once learned could not be hidden again."

"What was that Nazi machine, it made codes, but they changed all the time? Only when we got one did we break it. Enigma! The Enigma Machine, that was the name! So far I have Collected and Enigma."

Playing around with the wording it seemed okay but not really cool enough. Harry wanted it to work and be wicked while doing so.

"Collected, Harry Potter is an Enigma."

He also wanted to add something to his glasses making them see better as well. He was sure the prescription was at least a little off by now. Another list of words joined the first and he kept playing around until he found one that worked. It didn't sound awesome as he had wanted, but it would do he guessed.

"These Glasses of Extraordinary Sight complete Self-Possessed Harry Potter, Enigma to all others. No that doesn't work that well. Need something better!"

"Self-Possessed Harry Potter owns these Glasses of Extraordinary Sight, Enigma to Others. Not great but I can't spend from now until the first task rewriting it all."

They all sounded stupid to Harry, but they were the best of a bad lot, the last one being his best so far. The word count was higher than the door, though he was sure he could handle the few extra words. Really if he wound up finding a better sentence later, he would just use that instead on another set of glasses.

Checking over himself he made sure he had recovered from earlier before continuing. Casting a Reparo on the glasses he wanted them in top shape before adding any runes to them.

Writing the words, he took his time slowly filling them in. He hoped that with the longer time he would be able to recover some as he went. After a few minutes he could tell his attention was starting to wander. Biting his lip he focused on filling the words with as much magic as possible. He did not want to do this again anytime soon.

It was almost ten minutes of focused boredom before he finally finished. Harry was an active type of bloke; he was no Hermione that was for sure. Still he only felt a bit tired and the spelled words were brimming with magic.

Pushing them down into the glasses he waited as they settled. The words seemed to warp the glasses slightly giving them an almost mirage like look. Harry picked them up putting them on and gasped at the sight.

Colors were filling his sight in a clarity he never remembered before. He could feel a confidence well up in him as he could truly see for what felt like the first time. It was a hot wind sweeping through him.

No wait, there was a hot wind sweeping through him. It was combing his body expelling foreign magic from his body! It had started at his eyes and spread from there. His scar was burning though nothing like his first year facing Quirrell with Voldemort.

He felt a fierce burning sensation wash over his whole body and his scar broke open letting a burst of bright green magic free. He began coughing as well with red, blue and silver globs of magic being expelled. The pores of his body opened, and a slick grey sweat poured out of him and then the problems happened.

He needed to use the lavatory, now! With no chance of making it he disrobed and made do in a corner of the room. He cast many cleaning charms on the mess and hygiene charms on himself until well past being clean.

Getting dressed he felt his magic pulse out from him starting from his glasses once again. It spread to his hand pushing from his wand outward. He saw several spurts of magic drip from his wand and a few sparks from his clothes as well. His robes stayed mostly the same though he did need a color changing charm on the trim now, his Gryffindor trim missing. The comfort charms on his shoes would be an issue but he could always rune them later.

Still he felt cleaner and lighter than he ever had before. Whatever magic had been cast on him over the time was no longer an issue with him. Nonetheless while he felt like floating, he was still worn out after that ordeal. He cast a cushioning charm on the desk before sitting down and relaxing.

Waking with a start Harry realized he had fallen asleep. Checking the time on his watch he realized it was later than he had imagined. It was after lunch hours so he would need to wait for supper before he could eat again. Well a missed meal was no big deal, so he started thinking about anything else he could add runes to.

That's right, his shoes had lost the comfort charms on them!

"Non-Slip shoes of comfort" there short and sweet. It took him less than a minute to charge but over three to figure out how to put a sentence over two shoes.

He finally decided to rewrite them and let the spell fade away.

"Both shoes are Non-Slip and Comfortable."

He decided the actual sentence would go like this

"Both Shoes are Non-Slip, Both Shoes and Comfortable"

Using Both Shoes would tie them together and mimicking the twins having half the sentence on one and half on the other. That should tie them together easily enough and work no problem.

Since he was sure it would work and his understanding of runes, that intent was key, would make it happen.

Telling himself that a few times over he cast the spell again watching as it split going to both shoes as he needed it to.

"Yes! It worked!" Harry slipped his shoes on and was quite happy with the results. The felt better than ever before and he gripped the floor perfectly.

The string to two successful tests had gotten him excited and he got up pacing the room enjoying his far more comfortable shoes. He had no clue what the tasks would be or what he would have to use to accomplish them.

He would have his glasses and shoes no matter what unless it was a sleeping competition. His wand was something else he would have for the tasks as it was a wizard, not a muggle competition.

What runes would he add to his wand? That one was something he was going to put some serious thought into.

He wanted it to be something that would help him short and long term. Summoning, grip, strength, power boost, and control.

"Harry Potters Written Rune Reinforcing Wand of Gripping and Returning" Harry was sure runes were going to be his path to success in the future. Hmmm, once again scrying spells was a concern so he rearranged the wording again.

"Returning Hidden Wand of Rune Writing, Gripped by Harry Potter" No that was absolute garbage. He needed something short and flowing that also got his point across. He could just write out "Returning Gripping Hidden Rune Writing Wand Owner Harry Potter" it just felt off to him.

He was making this up as he went so any gut feelings were being listened to as he had nothing else to go off.

"Harry Potters Perfect Wand of Hidden Rune Writing" It was missing some of what he had wanted but for some reason it clicked better than anything else he could think of.

He cast the spell holding it as he filled it to the brim with magic. It took well past the time for his glasses but this time he wanted perfection. Nothing short of that lofty goal would work for him this time.

At last the spell was on the point of collapse from magic overload when he placed his wand down willing his magic to imbue his wand. The wand lit up as the magic filled it bringing the runes into focus.

Finally, it laid bare the magic settled and he lifted the wand from the desk. Just like the first time he heard an echo of phoenix song as he bonded even deeper with his wand than before. They were one now, a sum far greater than their parts.

Smiling to himself he checked the time and realized supper would be served soon enough. Leaving the room, he closed the door behind him as he made his way to the great hall.

There Hermione was sitting beside Ron talking to him about something or other. He did not want to make a scene, so he just sat a bit further down the table. Harry couldn't hold her spending time with Ron against her even if he really wanted to.

It seemed the school was now fully shunning him as no one even glanced in his direction during the entire meal, much less spoke to him. Feeling especially dejected he made his way back to his dorm.

He was back well before the others, so he readied for bed closing the curtains and trying to sleep. It took a bit of time, especially with the boys talking about him. Ron was not being sparing any kindness to Harry that was for sure.