"Now, try this. No arms. Just head" Schmidt said. He had levitated a boulder into the center of the room. Harry had used it a while ago with wandless magic. He was now on handless magic. He supposed that he was here five days already, because he had four periods of sleep, but in the darkness and torchlight of the deep Atlantic caves, he really had no idea. Three times they had to stop training because Harry had fits of visions. Harry took a few minutes to have Dumbledore send aurors to the Department of Safety in the Ministry of magic. Dumbledore had called back and said that there were no casualties, minimal damage, but no one was captured. Pity. This was all in the past. Right now he had a nine thousand kilogram boulder sitting in front of him, waiting to be lifted. Harry had learned quickly he couldn't use his projected strength, as he had done with smaller objects, as there was no way he could see himself physically lifting the rough cut stone. So he had to let his magic do it, not his will.

            Harry focused his eyes on the object, and let his magic become aware of his surroundings. He could tell every nick in the walls, every crack, he was aware of every inconsistency, and every object. He knew the world around him better than he knew his own body. He let his eyes become unfocused, and let his magic squeeze around the boulder. It squeezed underneath it and lifted it smoothly into the air. He had it float around slowly, before accelerating it. He had it make sharp turns and total about-faces. He made it go faster and faster, testing his limits. He couldn't see it, but he felt a face of fear appear on his mentor's face. He wasn't very confident, the first rule he was taught, formally, was that confidence in a duel was everything. Enter the ring with the slightest doubt, and the more refined duelers would force it to grow until it would consume you, and ultimately defeat you. Confidence was everything, and Harry, luckily, didn't need to work hard to make his flawless, to the point of near arrogance. However, he was still able to tell the difference.

            By now, the rock was moving faster than Harry had ever flown on his broom during any Quidditch match. The movement of air around the stone was so great, that gale-like winds began ripping at their clothes, and painfully blew against their eyes. Harry finally had enough, and suddenly stopped the boulder, binging it slowly to the floor. Schmidt was smiling plainly. Harry was the fastest study he ever had, as well as the most powerful. He knew the boy thought he'd been here for five days, but in reality…Schmidt checked his watch, it had been her for eleven. The non-stop work had made the time fly. He had given the boy the basics. There was nothing more to teach him. Sure the kid needed tons of refinement and fine-tuning, but he knew enough to be able to do that on his own.
            Harry watched his mentor as he was deep in thought. He was wondering what he was going to do next. Hopefully lunch. Food and furniture seemed to be the only things in short supply in this place. Harry waited for a few minutes, before coughing quietly. Schmidt turned his eyes slowly towards Harry. Harry noticed the hint of pride and accomplishment there.

            "You go now. I am done with you. You know everything you need. Just practice, every day. You will become master. You will beat him. He will die. You are strong. Be careful. He will lay tricks on you. You must trust yourself. Above all, trust yourself. Be confident. You will vanquish him. Be well" Schmidt said. There was an obvious sadness lingering. An end must come to all things, and Schmidt looked carefully at a shoe. Harry knew what to do. He knelt near the shoe, and nodded one last good-bye, and placed his hand on the shoe. There was a sudden pull, and a twisting and banging as he flew through the cave, into the water, through the darkness, until he flew over the surface and onto the land. He went over fields and shielded his eyes from the sun. It was bright, and in the evening sky. Finally the portkey let him down in the same exact place he had departed from those five, he thought. He stood up and looked around. Everything seemed so far away now, like a dream. He found the nearest pebble and tried to lift it. He struggled with his focus, and in aggravation, as soon as he succeeded, the pebble shot into the air at a ridiculous speed. So he only needed to practice. To perfect it. He figured he should try to get it done as soon as possible. Delaying could only have negative effects.

            Harry walked around the lake, watching the squid lazily swim on the surface. Harry got an idea, and put his skills to the test. Slowly, at first, the squid began to hover out of the water. It was like the scene out of an alien movie. The creature just kept going at it's business, as it rose significantly into the air. Finally, Harry tipped it so the most aerodynamic part of the squid, the head, was facing down towards the water. The Harry let it go. It fell with gravity, and with a small splash it went under. Harry flashed a short, meager smile, and continued lazily around the lake. He didn't know why he took this long route. Maybe to organize his thoughts. Maybe to adjust to the painful light. It was now that he realized the darkness of the caves. Starting on the boredom, he began skipping stones with his newfound talent. He was surprised at how much easier it was with wandless magic, than by hand. Maybe it was because he could control the stone after it was tossed. The beauty was in the purity. Pure magic was unlike anything he had ever felt. It gave a rush while and an awareness, while providing exhaustion. But the exhaustion passed quickly, and the rush, well, it lasted awhile.

            Forty stones later, Harry was near enough to the main doors, and Harry scaled the stairs towards it. He stopped just outside and wondered what he was doing, coming back here. He had no need to return here. He needed a place to live. A place to sleep. A place to salvage what little he had left of his life. But he still owed people, just a little bit, and he was going to be damned if he left matters unsettled. First stop, Gryffindor common room.

            Harry entered and started up the countless stair cases. He took the normal turns, and wandered down some familiar corridors. He knew he wouldn't be here for a while, if he had his way. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew it wouldn't be such a nice place. And he didn't plan on coming back. Not the he wasn't going to, he just didn't plan it. It would have to…happen.

            "Good afternoon to you, Mr. Potter" Albus Dumbledore said as he appeared behind Harry. Harry supposed he should have been surprised, but he wasn't easily surprised any longer.

            "Headmaster" Harry said in greeting. This just took one of his matters off his list.

            "You will keep in touch, right Harry?" Dumbledore said, through a sigh of defeat.

            "When it is necessary, yes. I don't expect you'll hear from me often, though. There are some things I will have to face on my own. If you'll excuse me, I have some farewells to get done with" Harry said. There was to contempt, no sorrow, no happiness in his voice. It was just explanatory, and it was all it needed to be. Dumbledore nodded, and walked away from Harry. It seemed to be the first time Harry ever saw him sad. He had been grave, and sorrowful, but he had never been sad before. It was very unusual, and very disturbing.

            Harry didn't want to think about it. It would only create doubt and regret, and that would grow on him, and become a weakness. All he had to do was finish his good-byes, and get going. He didn't know where he was going to go, or what he was going to do. He just, had to get away, see what was wrong, and remedy the problem. Not the problem of the wizarding world, but the problem of his own head. Too many horrible, unacceptable thoughts had been formed, and he had to clear them out. He knew more than anyone, he was loosing himself, and if he did…he didn't want to know the consequences. He finally made it to the portrait of the Fat Lady. She was knitting, and looked at him disapprovingly.

            "Oh no, young man. I've reported you, you know. Don't even dare think about it" Harry just couldn't hold back the grin.

            "If you don't let me in, you give me no other option" Harry said. He really didn't want to force her to open. It would ruin any surprise he could have. By now everyone knew that Harry could open the portrait without the password. If the portrait was forced open, and unable to close, they would know he was here. He didn't want anyone to know he was here. The Fat Lady seemed to be stuck in a dilemma herself. She technically wasn't allowed to let him in, but if he was going to get in anyway, what was the purpose?

            "Fine, but you don't do anything evil, and you don't tell anyone" she said in an intimidating voice. Harry was unmoved.

            "Sure" he said lazily. She opened for him, and he slipped inside, closing her gently behind him. He took Agni out of his pocket, and tossed the creature into the roaring fire. Harry heard a 'thanks' as he found the darkest corner of the Gryffindor common room, and put out the torch nearby, turning the corner in a very dark place. Harry took one of the armchairs and place it facing out of the corner, and created a small sofa facing him, and blocking him from view. He waited patiently, until he heard the portrait open. The students would be dropping off their books before going to dinner. He would have to abduct a few of them. He saw Ron walk in with Seamus and Dean. He used his power to have Ron turn and come towards him. Dean and Seamus looked almost as confused as Ron, but began to follow him anyway. Harry forced Seamus and Dean to go back in the direction they had been going, and up towards the boy's dormitories. As Ron made his way towards Harry, Harry caught sight of Hermione entering with Neville. She looked similar to the way she looked during third year. She looked tired and worn out. She wasn't sleeping. He pulled her over to him as well. Neville looked curiously as she seemed to be moving in a direction against the will of her feet, and began to ask her something, before Neville got the sudden urge to drop off his books. It was an overwhelming urge, and he couldn't refuse it.

            Harry was surprised with his own ability, and that he never knew he had it. In second he had Ron and Hermione sitting across from him. He kept them silent with his abilities, while warding off anyone who came near to them. As the last lingering students went down for dinner, he released Hermione and Ron from the limits he put on them.

            "What is wrong with you!" screamed Ron, "What in bloody hell is going on? You could have just asked me to come over. I'm hungry, I'm going to dinner." Ron jumped up and got two steps away. Hermione saw Harry's hand reach out of his robe, and Ron froze, before walking back and sitting down, with anger bordering on hatred painted on his face. He kept Ron quiet while he spoke.

            "I am not going to take much of your time…" Harry saw Hermione's face fall a little, but she was still attentive. "…I am leaving now, not like five days ago when I left-"

            "Five days ago, where did you go five days ago?" Hermione asked. Her voice sounded dry, like she hadn't been drinking enough. Harry seemed a little confused. He had said good-bye to them when he went to training, how come she didn't remember?

            "I went to training" Harry explained slowly, as if he was trying to remind her of something. Ron looked confused too. Harry let off Ron's silence.

            "You left here more than a week ago. Almost two weeks. What happened five days ago?" Ron said. Hermione seemed lost too. They all were confused.

            "Two weeks?" Harry asked disbelieving. He knew he couldn't tell time down there, but it couldn't have been that long, he surely would have fallen asleep more often.

            "Eleven days, I think" Hermione added. She sounded more interested now, like she had something to look into.

            "Oh," Harry said. He would have to be readjusted. He found his wand in his hand and levitated it up and down. It was a thoughtful habit he acquired while studying in the deep. "Well, that isn't important. I am going to go, and…I am leaving and I am going to do some…I am departing from Hogwarts as soon as physically possible. As soon as I am done with you, I am leaving. I don't know where I am going, and I don't know what exactly I am going to do. All I know is that I am not safe here, and only bring danger to others. Voldemort knows very simple and easy ways into Hogwarts, and has the power to overthrow it now, as we speak,  but he doesn't because he needs me dead first. He'll come after me, so I'll be on the run, much like Sirius, although I think I may take advantage of certain resources in the muggle world which Sirius has ignored. I will be safer there, and I will send owls when I can. Don't worry about me, and I expect you to take care of yourselves. The war will need you both, in the end. You for your intelligence," Harry said to Hermione, "and you for your bursts of power which few can rival." Harry said to Ron, whose face softened, then smiled in pride. "I can't do this alone, but for a while I have to survive so. You both are very important, so don't do anything foolish that will get yourselves hurt or killed. The world needs you both, perhaps more than it needs me. I wish you both a fond farewell, and wish the best for the both of you in your romantic interests…" Hermione sent a sharp glance at Ron who was completely absorbed in Harry's speech. "…and I hope that someday I'll return and we'll all be the closest friends, but I was never one to look too far into the future. Have a nice evening, and a nice time, until I return. Thank you for being my friends." Harry didn't know if this would work, but in theory, with everything he was able to do so far, he couldn't see why it shouldn't.

            Hermione gasped as Harry turned invisible. Ron looked at her queerly.

            "It's just his cloak" Ron said. Hermione reached forward to the chair Harry had been sitting in. It was warm, but nobody was in it. Ron was in the way of Harry walking away, so they exchanged a look of disbelief.

            Harry found it very amusing, watching from above them, hovering while invisible. He was surprised when Ron and Hermione returned to their seats like he was going to return. Harry couldn't leave until there was no one in the Common room, so He just hovered above them, waiting for them to go. Finally, Hermione turned to Ron.

            "I think he knows" she said softly. Ron didn't react.

            "He should know. What would be the point of keeping it from him anyway?" Ron asked.

            "I don't know, it just doesn't feel right, that he knew and we never told him. I think he still suspects it" Hermione said, as if her words were going to come back and stab her.

            "There's no point in bothering ourselves over it. If he knows, he knows, if he doesn't then we can tell him when we have the chance. It's not our fault he keeps showing up and leaving before we can say anything. What will happen, will happen" Ron said as he stood up, his stomach let out a particularly loud grumble. "I'm going to dinner, you coming?" Hermione took one more glance around the room.

            "Yeah, I'll be down in a few minutes." Ron looked back at her, then walked leisurely to the portrait, and left Harry alone, hovering over Hermione. She was still trying to figure out what had happened to cause Harry to act this way. He wasn't telling them anything about his actions, or his thoughts. He was giving them so little to work with, it was like he was shielding himself from them. As if they saw him as he saw himself, they'd no longer like him. He was hiding, but he wasn't hiding something in particular. He was hiding everything. Hermione was beyond frustration, even dislike, and hate. She was at the same point of view of Harry, and Ron too. Ron had just said 'What will happen, will happen.' Harry kept saying foolish things like that too, but now, she was in a position where there wasn't much for her to do. All she could do was believe that statement, because it was all she was given. She still had a few options though, and for once, she had enough need to use them. She stood up and walked out of the common room. She would go for a small dinner, but her more desirable destination, was the library.

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            Harry slowly let himself down, and snatched Agni from the fireplace. Her drew the snake into his pocket, and started to leave. He did feel guilty about leaving, but he knew he would feel worse if his staying got other innocent people hurt. This was his choice, and he had already made up his mind. He figured beforehand, that he should leave them a going away present, or something as a token of his appreciation for them. Words were not really thought highly of any more. Harry opened his cloak and extracted his bent and splintered Firebolt. He opened the nearest window, and leapt out. He mounted in the air and took off for Hogsmeade.

            The Gryffindor common room was quiet except for the crackle of the blaze in the fireplace. It remained so for ten minute, until a figure came in the open window, and close it behind him. He cam forward and went into the fifth year boy's dormitories. He went to what he guessed was Ron's bed, and lay down a long and thin parcel. As he made his way to the fifth year girl's dormitories, he reflected the difficulty of getting a girl a gift. He didn't want to get anything that suggested anything, just something that meant he cared, and would miss her. He made it to her bed and placed the wrapped parcel on her bed. He sighed heavily and went down to the common room. From there he exited, sending his graciousness to the Fat Lady with his incessant compliments, and then with a heavy mind, wandered down to the entrance hall. He was about to open the door, when a very familiar voice had him stop.

            "You will be missed greatly, I'm afraid, and I do believe I speak for everyone" Dumbledore said as he saw Harry open the door a crack.

            "It doesn't matter. Can I ask you one question, though? It's been bugging me for a while" Harry said, as he closed the door. Dumbledore nodded amiably. "Why is it so hard for me to apperate? I could apperate from room to room at the Dursley's. From the basement to the living room, from my bedroom to the kitchen. I was getting steadily better at it, but it just seemed…really hard." Dumbledore sent Harry a weak smile.

            "I thought this would happen. Apperate up the staircase, over there, Harry" Dumbledore said. The sadness was still there.

            "But, you can't apperate on Hogwarts grounds, there are wards" Harry repeated Hermione's creed.

            "Yes, and the very same wards that surrounded the Dursley's house" Dumbledore explained.

            "I never thought of that" Harry said as he looked at Dumbledore in slight awe, "So I can apperate through wards?" Harry said, slowly.

            "It would certainly seem that way. Why don't you give it a try" Dumbledore sighed. Harry close his eyes, and using some of the increased awareness he discovered with his wandless magic, he mentally pictured his surroundings, and changed them to the stairs. He opened his eyes, and he was there. Atop the staircase looking down at Dumbledore. He close his eyes and tried again, and he appeared right next to the headmaster.

            "It's surprising. I think deep down, you know, that I wished it was me, the reason I had trouble apperating. It would've let me show the world that I'm not perfect" Harry said as he stared at the doors to the outside.

            "I wouldn't worry about the world thinking that you're perfect. Someone much closer to you has the same feelings" Dumbledore said in his thoughtful voice. He turned and began to walk away. Harry panicked, and turned around sharply.

            "It isn't you is it?!?!" He said louder than he intended. His voice echoed off the large stone room. Dumbledore turned around slowly, with his regular kind smile.

            "No Harry, it isn't me. It will come to you in time. I anticipate hearing from you. Have a safe journey, and I hope it will not be in vain" Dumbledore let out his hand, and his body became invisible. Harry shook his head slowly. Despite rushing to do everything, and get everything done, everything still seemed to be passing him by at a faster speed. Pettigrew was locked up in the dungeons of Hogwarts, though the newspapers said it was the dungeons of the Ministry. Hermione and Ron were together, he thought. Their discussion was hard to make sense of. Dumbledore was afraid for him, but most of all, Harry was afraid for himself.

            He opened the door, and slipped out into the ever darkening night. He mounted his broom, careful to avoid any lingering splinters protruding from the shaft, and kicked off. He didn't know where he was going to spend the night, but for now, all he had to do was fly.

I think this closes part one of the story. I'm not going to have part two as a separate story, rather I will continue as is. The only thing is that now that Harry is really away, the chemistry of the story will change. Harry will begin to loose himself, until he realizes what he must do. So there will be three or four parts. I hope everyone sticks around for them. I also wish that everyone enjoyed this chapter, and the story so far. I have two midterms on Tuesday, so I am not so sure about updating anything before then. Have a nice day, and have a happy reading.

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Takeda Lee- Yes Harry will be very small, and only gets smaller. I know you will find a way to deal with it. If it helps at all, Harry will be of about normal stature by the end of the fic. Ohhh, and I just remembered. When I'm done, I also have a six year fic to start on. We'll see, though. We'll see.

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