A/N my story may be leaning toward H/H, NOT! I could go into the depths of why Harry and Hermione will never be together, but for that you have to read 'A shipper's debate. And review!!!!! I just want to reiterate that this is not an H/H Fic!!!!! Too bad Harry's not smart enough to blackmail Fleur, but like in the books he's naive, and that comment was directed to Sirius Potter, I do read your reviews, so thank you, and that was a good idea Sirius, but I just want to make Harry stupid like in the book. On with the story . . ..

Chapter 14- Mage Magic

Harry and Hermione trudged toward Professor Dumbledore's office, in trouble for snogging, snogging they didn't even do! They trudged up to Dumbledore's office, Harry didn't remember the password from last night, he had too much on his mind, but he guessed different candies until it opened. This was Hermione's first time in Dumbledore's office while it was still light outside, before she couldn't see much, but now she saw all the paintings, and gadgets.

"Wow Harry look at that!" she pointed to a spiral silver gadget. Fawkes flew overhead and swooped on Harry's shoulder, causing massive panic, invoked by Hermione who didn't know about Fawkes.

"Ah!"

"Hermione, it's okay, it's only Fawkes!" Harry held his hand out and Fawkes perched on it. Harry's wand started glowing a reddish color, and Hermione noticed.

"Harry, your wand!" Harry looked down, and pulled it out, it glowed with deeper resolution as it penetrated more and more into Fawkes vicinity.

"I'm glad you showed up Harry," said Dumbledore's voice, Harry and Hermione turned toward a door opposite chamber, probably his sleeping quarters. Hermione immediately broke out into spontaneous justification of why she and Harry were in the room.

"Headmaster, we were only talking, I swear Harry and I are just friends, and Professor McGonagall was wrong she just had . . . . ." Dumbledore held his hand out to silence her.

"Ms. Granger please!" He let out a small sigh of amusement at Hermione's anxiety." Professor McGonagall's misconceptions are not the reason you are here. I needed to talk to both of you, but this will be discussed later." he motioned for them to sit down, and as they did Fawkes flew over to Dumbledore's shoulder, as he sat. Harry's wand dimmed, but the colorful aura was not totally diminished.

"Harry, I have found a way to reset your wand so that it works properly, but there is one little side effect."

"What?"

"Well, Harry maybe nobody explained this, but wands are just conductors. A wand is just a way to focus magic, that's why wandless magic is possible. The core of a wand gives it its power to focus magical energy, and aim it, but if your core isn't working properly then it doesn't concentrate spells correctly. My plan is to forfeit your core, and direct all magical energy through yourself." Harry sat speechless.

"So what's the catch?" Hermione 'tsked'

"Don't you get it Harry? All your magic will be more powerful than everybody, because you're the conductor." Then she stopped for a second to think about something.

"But that would mean you need to take lessons on how to focus your energy, and you would be worn out by the end of the day."

"Exactly, everyday you would have to report to me for focus lessons." said Dumbledore, Harry turned to look at Hermione's reactions, but she was deep in thought about something.

"Well I guess, but will I get to use wandless magic?" asked Harry, starting to get excite by this idea.

"Mage." Hermione mumbled, Dumbledore and Harry turned to her.

"What?" Hermione looked up, finally realizing that she was around people.

"Oh, I said Mage, you'd be a mage." Dumbledore smiled.

"Precisely right Ms. Granger." Harry again sat puzzled.

"What's a mage?" Hermione turned to him,

"A mage is a wizard who learns magic without using a wand, mages can't do all spells though, they can be either Light Mages, Dark Mages, or Stag Mages. Light Mages can do healing spells, and cure spells, and counter curses, but place and 'attack' spells. Dark Mages are the complete opposite. Stag Mages are Mages who can do helpful spells, you know like convenience spells."

"Oh, like levitation, or summoning?" Harry sat back in his chair; he was going to be a mage!

"So what type should I be?" he asked the Headmaster, Dumbledore gave another sigh of amusement.

"You won't be a full mage, some spells you can do without a wand, they just require too much focus, but you can use wandless magic. Harry could you please hand me your wand?" Harry hesitantly handed his wand over to the old man; Dumbledore placed it in Fawkes beak.

"Okay Harry, come stand over here." Dumbledore pointed toward a spot on the carpet. Harry obliged. Dumbledore placed Fawkes on Harry's right side, and Harry's wand on the left of him.

"What exactly are you about to do Professor?" asked Harry anxiously

"I just have to make your wand independent from Fawkes, it's a simple enough process."

"Really?"

"Actually I am one of the only four people in the world who can do it, but it's simple for me." Harry anxiously rocked back and forth. It wasn't that he didn't trust Dumbledore; it was just that he was nervous about his 'mage hood'. One problem with Harry was that he automatically assumed that Dumbledore could fix anything.

"Okay Harry ready?"

"Ready." Dumbledore lifted his wand above his head; pointing it at the ceiling. He yelled,

"Mystify . . . . Independence . . . . Wizard, Conjunctivous!" The whole room sparkled with red and silver. Hermione stepped back, with a glossed over look on her face. Harry's wand began to shake, and then it rattled like a toy, finally releasing a red colored silhouette of Fawkes. The silhouette floated gracefully across the room, finally reemerging itself with its full-bodied counterpart. Harry felt himself go completely numb, or rather he didn't feel himself. He lost control of his body, and began to shake uncontrollably. A green silhouette of himself was magically extracted from himself, and as soon as it was he was in control of his body. Harry didn't see his silhouette merge with his wand, because he slumped over. He could barely breath, much less stand up straight. He felt like somebody had snatched all of his energy, so much that he couldn't shut his eyes. The room's appearance went normal again, and Hermione ran to Harry's side.

"Harry, Harry, are you alright?" she asked in a panicky voice. Dumbledore stepped over him.

"It's Okay Ms. Granger, I'll fix him up." He stepped over Harry, and put his wand on his back. Inaudible words were muttered and Harry stood up, fully rejuvenated.

"Professor, how . . .why?"

"Well when I extracted your magical presence I took most of your energy, but that was restored with an easy spell. I guess you couldn't move for a while there."

"Yeah." said Harry blushing.

"Harry, I have some tickets to an Air Show, would you and Ms. Weasley like to go?"

"Ms. Weasley?" said Hermione shocked, though something in her said she liked it.

"Sorry," Dumbledore chuckled, "I'm getting senile in my old age, you Ms. Granger, and Mr. Weasley. You don't have to go to classes today."

"What type of Air Show, like planes?" Hermione 'tsked'

"No, Dragon Stunters, they're in Little Hagelton right?"

"Yes." replied Dumbledore.

"What are Dragon Stunters?" Hermione smiled,

"You have to see them for yourself, c'mon let's go find Ron."

* * * * *

"Where have you two been, I went to the Hospital Wing and you two had left, so I checked everywhere and nobody had seen you." Harry and Hermione had just run up to Ron in the Common room, only to be lectured at.

"We got in trouble for snogging . . . " started Harry. Ron's face vaulted like a pit of deep despair. "We didn't really snog, but we went to go see Dumbledore and he made me a Mage!"

"A Mage! That's like . . . wow." Harry grinned. Hermione cut in though,

"But Dumbledore invited us to an Air Show, the Dragon Stunters!"

"Really, when?"

"Now c'mon." Ron jumped up, but Harry grabbed him.

"Hurry down there Hermione, me and Ron have to grab something out of the dorm." Hermione left, and Harry and Ron ran upstairs.

"What did we have to grab Harry?"

"My cloak, I have a weird feeling I am going to need it."

* * * * *

"How are we going to get there?" asked Harry as the trio and Dumbledore exited the main doors that lead into Hogwarts.

"Actually Harry I must confess, I had and ulterior motive when I invited you three." The three minors looked up at him with puzzled faces.

" I realize that you three don't go looking for trouble, but nevertheless it always seems to find you, and this year the threat seems greater than ever, so I decided to try and teach you how to apparate." Ron and Hermione looked apprehensive, Harry on the other hand was looking very disturbed. Angry-like.

"What's wrong?" whispered Ron, but he almost immediately got his answer.

"Hey professor," It was Fleur's voice, in a perky upbeat manner. She saw Harry and the last part of her sentence was released with a mean voice,

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, the Air Show is today, you said you wanted to come remember," said Dumbledore. Harry knew there was no way Dumbledore hadn't known about their fight, but then again would Fleur still be a teacher if he did? He did like to give people second chances, but there was no way this was just coincidence . . . or was it.

Thanks for reading, sorry I haven't been posting lately, but I'll start again. It's just that all my teachers decided to give us grad standards, all due b4 spring break. I have my choir concert to rehearse for, (I'm the MC) and I had to practice for Minnesota's State Science Olympiad Tournament, in which my school failed horribly. I might start a column, or maybe not. I'll try to get out at least 25 chapters on this story, bye