Harry the Mage
Chapter 1
*Note: I apologize to anyone that has written a story similar to mine. I have not read very many stories on fanfiction.net, and I am unsure if I am duplicating someone else's ideas. Most of my ideas for this story came from my own dreams and from talking to other fans of Harry Potter.
The surf was wonderful. Another perfect day for catching a few waves. Harry came out from the barrel to slowly glide into shore. Harry looked a lot different than his days at Hogwarts. Time truly does change a person, and a little magic never hurts! Two years ago, Harry had decided it was time to apply a little of his magic to himself. Gone were the glasses and the surfing and sun had turned him into a tan, well-built young man. Surfing had been hard at first for Harry, but when you have the ability to charm a surfboard to move exactly how you want it to, no wave is too big to conquer.
Sitting on the shore playing a game of Wizard's Chess was Ron, Harry's best friend. Ron had just made a magnificent move, which allowed his knight to come down hard on his victim's queen, when Harry came out of the water. Harry took a moment to look around and remember all that had happened in the last few years.
After completing Hogwarts three years ago, Harry had fought hard in the Dark Wars trying to bring down Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The fight had succeeded for a while and the Dark group was driven back to the days in the beginning. Then was a time for soul searching. Th at was when Harry met Ciscerro. Ciscerro was a very old wizard that trained students in the art of the mind. Ciscerro was intrigued by Harry and had watched him very carefully since he was a young boy. He had seen how Harry had the ability to make magic happen without a wand, but just by thinking it. He had been there when Harry had brought the glass down and freed the snake in the zoo so many years ago. You see Ciscerro was a mage. A mage is a very powerful magician that has no need for the use of a wand. All magic is conjured in the mind.
Ciscerro recruited Harry after the Dark Wars to join him at his school and grow his strength as a mage. His school was magically hidden on a small tropical island in the South Pacific. And, it was here that Harry's real training and understanding of who he was and who he would become, began.
Ron, of course, not to be left out joined Harry in the adventure. As Harry's personal assistant and cohort, they went to the island together. Harry had been at the Mage School for over two years and his powers had grown to a level that could only be matched by Ciscerro himself. Harry could think almost any spell and it would happen. This was the truly the way of the Mage.
"Harry, Ron, let's go, it's time for dinner" yelled Hermonine from atop the bluff. Ah, yes, Hermonine could not be left behind. Ciscerro brought her in as an Assistant Professor. Her understanding of the mind, psychology, and, of course, spellmaking was invaluable to the cause. She was there to help train Harry and the other students in the art of mind magic. While not able to do mind magic herself, Hermonine was there to analyze the magicians with these abilities and to figure out what made them capable of using their mind in such a way.
"Let's go, Ron" Harry indicated to Ron just as he had finished off the victim's knight and was headed for the King. With one sweep of his wand, Ron's set was packed into a small cube, which he slipped into his pocket. As Ron stood, you could truly see the differences in his character. Ron was not nearly as happy and fun loving as he once was at Hogwarts. Losing three of his brothers in the Dark Wars can have that effect on someone. Ron had filled out more in the middle than in height, however, he still has his flaming red hair and his goofy smile. "Harry, do you want to take a shot at me in Wizard's Chess after dinner tonight? I will spot you a Knight and two Pawns?" Ron said with that usual sly smile.
"Not again, Ron, you know that I can't beat you, even if you give up all of your pieces, but your King, you would still find a way to beat me" Harry said with a grin. The young men headed up the bluff to a waiting Hermonine. Hermonine had grown since the days of Hogwarts. Her confidence in her abilities as a magician had changed her. With her long dark flowing hair and mature body, she would be quite a catch for some young man. Harry had dated her for a while in the last few years of Hogwarts, but it never seemed to click right. Probably because they were too close of friends to actually make a romance work. Actually, Hermonine had her eye on another young man at the school, but more about that later.
"Hi, guys! You should see what I just read in Magical Mysteries: The Complete Story, I will tell you all about it during dinner tonight" exclaimed Herminone in her usual manner. The trio walked to the dinner with the setting sun in the distance.
The dinner area was a large bungalow at the top of the bluff. From here, the Mages had the ability to "see" beyond the island boundaries to what others couldn't. As they entered the dinner area most of the others were already there. Harry, Ron and Herminone took their usual place in front left side. Ciscerro gave his nod to Harry as they found their seat and Draco gave his usual smirk to Harry and the group. Yes, Draco was here as well.
Draco's past took a very different road than Harry's. While Harry and the others went about the good road by finishing their work at Hogwarts, Draco left Hogwarts behind in his sixth year to pursue his interests in the Dark Arts. After a huge falling out with his father, Draco formed his own group of fighters to combat in the Dark Wars. Ironically, during the Dark Wars, Harry and Draco's groups fought on the same side against Voldemort and Draco's father. Interesting that something could have turned Draco to the good side, but in the end, he fought as well as Harry. While they would never admit that they fought well together, their future together fighting evil was not over yet.
"Yes, now that we are all here and present" Ciscerro's voice filled the hall, "I must tell you that there has been some very disturbing news from the mainland. It seems that Voldemort's group is on the move again. It appears as if he has finally chosen Hogwarts as the next battlefield. Eat dinner, rest, and then tomorrow, we will discuss plans." With that, the food appeared, everyone was quiet at first with the news, but then the usual talk began.
"Harry, not Hogwarts, we can let Him go there, what about Professor Dumberdore?" Ron whispered in fear.
"Well, He always considered Dumbedore one of his greatest enemies and he knows that if Dumberdore is a threat, Harry will come to his rescue. This is clearly a trap to catch you, Harry" Herminone mentioned in her analytical way.
Harry, lost in thought for a moment, glanced to Draco, who sat with his usual crew. Draco gave Harry the slightest of nods and went back to his discussions.
Chapter 1
*Note: I apologize to anyone that has written a story similar to mine. I have not read very many stories on fanfiction.net, and I am unsure if I am duplicating someone else's ideas. Most of my ideas for this story came from my own dreams and from talking to other fans of Harry Potter.
The surf was wonderful. Another perfect day for catching a few waves. Harry came out from the barrel to slowly glide into shore. Harry looked a lot different than his days at Hogwarts. Time truly does change a person, and a little magic never hurts! Two years ago, Harry had decided it was time to apply a little of his magic to himself. Gone were the glasses and the surfing and sun had turned him into a tan, well-built young man. Surfing had been hard at first for Harry, but when you have the ability to charm a surfboard to move exactly how you want it to, no wave is too big to conquer.
Sitting on the shore playing a game of Wizard's Chess was Ron, Harry's best friend. Ron had just made a magnificent move, which allowed his knight to come down hard on his victim's queen, when Harry came out of the water. Harry took a moment to look around and remember all that had happened in the last few years.
After completing Hogwarts three years ago, Harry had fought hard in the Dark Wars trying to bring down Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The fight had succeeded for a while and the Dark group was driven back to the days in the beginning. Then was a time for soul searching. Th at was when Harry met Ciscerro. Ciscerro was a very old wizard that trained students in the art of the mind. Ciscerro was intrigued by Harry and had watched him very carefully since he was a young boy. He had seen how Harry had the ability to make magic happen without a wand, but just by thinking it. He had been there when Harry had brought the glass down and freed the snake in the zoo so many years ago. You see Ciscerro was a mage. A mage is a very powerful magician that has no need for the use of a wand. All magic is conjured in the mind.
Ciscerro recruited Harry after the Dark Wars to join him at his school and grow his strength as a mage. His school was magically hidden on a small tropical island in the South Pacific. And, it was here that Harry's real training and understanding of who he was and who he would become, began.
Ron, of course, not to be left out joined Harry in the adventure. As Harry's personal assistant and cohort, they went to the island together. Harry had been at the Mage School for over two years and his powers had grown to a level that could only be matched by Ciscerro himself. Harry could think almost any spell and it would happen. This was the truly the way of the Mage.
"Harry, Ron, let's go, it's time for dinner" yelled Hermonine from atop the bluff. Ah, yes, Hermonine could not be left behind. Ciscerro brought her in as an Assistant Professor. Her understanding of the mind, psychology, and, of course, spellmaking was invaluable to the cause. She was there to help train Harry and the other students in the art of mind magic. While not able to do mind magic herself, Hermonine was there to analyze the magicians with these abilities and to figure out what made them capable of using their mind in such a way.
"Let's go, Ron" Harry indicated to Ron just as he had finished off the victim's knight and was headed for the King. With one sweep of his wand, Ron's set was packed into a small cube, which he slipped into his pocket. As Ron stood, you could truly see the differences in his character. Ron was not nearly as happy and fun loving as he once was at Hogwarts. Losing three of his brothers in the Dark Wars can have that effect on someone. Ron had filled out more in the middle than in height, however, he still has his flaming red hair and his goofy smile. "Harry, do you want to take a shot at me in Wizard's Chess after dinner tonight? I will spot you a Knight and two Pawns?" Ron said with that usual sly smile.
"Not again, Ron, you know that I can't beat you, even if you give up all of your pieces, but your King, you would still find a way to beat me" Harry said with a grin. The young men headed up the bluff to a waiting Hermonine. Hermonine had grown since the days of Hogwarts. Her confidence in her abilities as a magician had changed her. With her long dark flowing hair and mature body, she would be quite a catch for some young man. Harry had dated her for a while in the last few years of Hogwarts, but it never seemed to click right. Probably because they were too close of friends to actually make a romance work. Actually, Hermonine had her eye on another young man at the school, but more about that later.
"Hi, guys! You should see what I just read in Magical Mysteries: The Complete Story, I will tell you all about it during dinner tonight" exclaimed Herminone in her usual manner. The trio walked to the dinner with the setting sun in the distance.
The dinner area was a large bungalow at the top of the bluff. From here, the Mages had the ability to "see" beyond the island boundaries to what others couldn't. As they entered the dinner area most of the others were already there. Harry, Ron and Herminone took their usual place in front left side. Ciscerro gave his nod to Harry as they found their seat and Draco gave his usual smirk to Harry and the group. Yes, Draco was here as well.
Draco's past took a very different road than Harry's. While Harry and the others went about the good road by finishing their work at Hogwarts, Draco left Hogwarts behind in his sixth year to pursue his interests in the Dark Arts. After a huge falling out with his father, Draco formed his own group of fighters to combat in the Dark Wars. Ironically, during the Dark Wars, Harry and Draco's groups fought on the same side against Voldemort and Draco's father. Interesting that something could have turned Draco to the good side, but in the end, he fought as well as Harry. While they would never admit that they fought well together, their future together fighting evil was not over yet.
"Yes, now that we are all here and present" Ciscerro's voice filled the hall, "I must tell you that there has been some very disturbing news from the mainland. It seems that Voldemort's group is on the move again. It appears as if he has finally chosen Hogwarts as the next battlefield. Eat dinner, rest, and then tomorrow, we will discuss plans." With that, the food appeared, everyone was quiet at first with the news, but then the usual talk began.
"Harry, not Hogwarts, we can let Him go there, what about Professor Dumberdore?" Ron whispered in fear.
"Well, He always considered Dumbedore one of his greatest enemies and he knows that if Dumberdore is a threat, Harry will come to his rescue. This is clearly a trap to catch you, Harry" Herminone mentioned in her analytical way.
Harry, lost in thought for a moment, glanced to Draco, who sat with his usual crew. Draco gave Harry the slightest of nods and went back to his discussions.