Chapter Six:
As the next month past, the Gryffindors at Hogwarts stuck together, you never saw one Gryffindor without at least another five – something that annoyed Malfoy no end, because he knew that baiting Ron and Hermione with so many of their housemates around would be suicide.
All of the Gryffindors were firmly of the notion that Harry Potter was innocent, and most of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws believed the same, thus it was not unusual for members from each of these three houses to be seen together.
The wizarding world was in a state of shock – Voldemort had started his attacks, only on Muggle-borns for the moment. It did not take long for the word to get out that Harry Potter had said this would be the case, and Fudge was fast losing his support from people.
But this did not continue for long, as Fudge was one of the early victims of Voldemort's new reign of terror, killed along with his family in his manor home one night after he returned from the Ministry. There was a message from Voldemort, saying that Fudge had been a fool to disbelieve Harry Potter, but had made the Dark Lord's job a lot easier.
However, the wizarding world was in more danger now that the blundering idiot Fudge had been killed, not less. It was Lucius Malfoy who came to office next, because he'd been very careful to stand against Voldemort in the public view, though of course Lucius was really a Death Eater, and wouldn't be of any help.
One of the good things about this was that the new Minister had little choice but to leave Dumbledore with a firm control over Hogwarts, as Dumbledore had become one of the centre points of the Resistance Against Voldemort, a group of powerful witches and wizards who had banded together with their common hate of Voldemort as their driving force.
All of the Weasley's who were out of school had joined it, though both Bill and Charlie worked with people in other countries, and neither was willing to leave their jobs.
Both Ron and Hermione were progressing well in their lessons, and neither concentrated on anything but learning as much as they could as quick as they could.
The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was Fleur Delacour, much to the surprise of most of the students. She too believed that Harry was innocent, she joined Dumbledore's group immediately after it started.
One day, Ron and Hermione felt that it was time to see what Malfoy had been holding back all this time, and asked Cho Chang, the Head Girl, as well as Ernie to come and watch in secret, since they would need witnesses to prove that what they said had actually happened.
They showed their friends a hiding place in a hidden notch in the wall, and then wandered out into the middle of the corridor talking softly. Malfoy would be here soon enough, since it was on the way to the Slytherin common room.
"Well, well, well Weasel and Mudblood, all alone. What happened to your group of friends?" Malfoy sneered; Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles on either side of him.
"At least we aren't afraid to go around alone. Can't say the same for you," Hermione retorted immediately, the cutting remark having exactly the effect on Malfoy that they had wanted it to.
"That's it Granger, I'll get you back for what you did to me on the Hogwarts last year, you'll regret ever crossing me! I might even send you to join your parents if you're lucky!"
The watchers were quivering with anger, but knew that they couldn't step in until Malfoy had actually made a move.
"Always have to hide behind someone," Ron agreed with Hermione as if Malfoy hadn't even spoken. "Either those two or his father … he'll never be anything but a coward." He dropped like a stone as Malfoy yelled, "stupefy!"
Immediately Cho and Ernie walked out from the shadows. "Malfoy! How could you! You're a prefect! Well, that's forbidden for normal students, so we have to confiscate your badge until the headmaster has time to see you."
Malfoy gaped, but knew that he was on the wrong side of the school rules and had to comply with the other three prefects. Hermione revived Ron easily and they escorted Malfoy to the Headmasters office, making sure that Crabbe and Goyle went back to the dungeons.
On hearing what had happened, Dumbledore immediately confiscated Malfoy's badge permanently, deducted half of Slytherin's house points (almost one hundred of them) and suspended Malfoy until further notice.
The group of prefects headed from the office leaving Malfoy to get the last details of his punishment alone, and headed for the library to do some research for a Charms project that they had to do.
That night the news was all over the school, the Minister's son had been suspended! Everyone but the Slytherins were celebrating, since Malfoy had been strutting around the school like he owned the place, bullying people into doing what he wanted.
He'd been suspended from the Quidditch team, and therefore couldn't become captain – Angelina had become the captain of Gryffindor a week before, and the new Seeker was Denis Creevey. He wasn't as good as Harry was, but he was good enough.
The Slytherin's would not have been speaking to Malfoy if he wasn't the Minister of Magic's son, and power was gained by being friends with such people.
Ron and Hermione sent a letter to 'James' telling him everything that happened, though they knew that he'd know some of it from the radio they'd sent him.
Harry and Sirius laughed at the letter, happy that Draco Malfoy had met his downfall, but sad that they couldn't be there with them, and wrote back stating such.
Harry was progressing swiftly with wandless magic, and most often used it when he was in classes, though he was careful to make it look like he was using a wand.
His teachers were surprised at his sudden swift ease at his lessons, though they simply put it off as lots of practice and more willingness to learn.
Harry merely smiled when they asked, and said nothing. Secrets were an everyday thing at the Seekers Academy, you were considered odd if you told people anything, so no one bothered to question him to closely – it was well known that people could become angry and often violent when pressed about secrets, though Harry wouldn't.
It was soon after this that Harry and Sirius progressed to the third level of Seekers Academy, called the Seekers; the only level after this was if you wanted to become a teacher here.
Wolf was raised with them, and Harry knew that things would have to come to a head between them soon. If Wolf won the inevitable fight, he'd kill Harry, and if Harry won, things would just keep going on.
Shadow Master often spoke with Harry and Sirius, though mainly Harry, and everyone knew that Harry one of his few favorites.
Harry himself didn't know why this was, but the feeling in his mind said that Shadow Master could be trusted. He'd become more accustomed to this as time went on, and now it didn't come in bursts any more, he just had to access it with his mind.
He could tell the moment anyone lied, though he didn't know what the truth was, and could recognize friend from foe in a heart beat. This was very useful, although since they were in the Seekers Academy knowing when someone was lying was somewhat useless, since everyone nearly always was.
One day Harry was summoned to Shadow Masters office, though this was not entirely unusual, he was requested to come without Sirius, which had never happened before.
"What did you want me for?" Harry asked Shadow Master as he entered the room.
The other man looked up, and his ghostly lips twitched in a smile that shimmered like moonlight catching on silver, before the cloud once more covered it, and it was gone.
"Harry. I wanted to talk to you about this wandless magic you've been using so frequently of late," the man said after a moment.
Harry very nearly froze, but knew that would only convince Shadow Master that he was correct in his assessment.
After letting a slightly pause elapse, Harry replied, "what wandless magic, Sir? Surely that's incredibly dangerous?"
Again that smile ghosted over Shadow Masters face. "You cannot hide it from me. The night I met you, I knew, and do you think that you could hide the gold in your eyes from everyone? Besides the fact that I can feel the magic used here."
Harry looked up at him. The Shadow Master wasn't lying, he knew that, but should he play along with the game, do what anyone else would do, would say? Or did the Shadow Master know about the truth saying as well?
"If you are wondering the extent of my knowledge on your powers, it is greater than you would ever think it to be. For the moment I cannot tell you how I know, or why I am telling you this, I'm not sure you are the one that I am looking for, but at the same time, I cannot risk the possibility of being right," Shadow Master seemed to be thinking aloud.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked him, frowning slightly.
"I can't tell you just yet. I have to test you first, that's one of the reasons your godfather couldn't come here with you. Come with me," Shadow Master replied, striding away, Harry with a sigh, followed him.
Shadow Master walked into a large room, the sides covered with all kinds of weapons imaginable.
He motioned Harry to follow him to the other end of the room, and Harry gasped when he saw a large sword, it had a silver hilt and large emerald in the center of the hilt.
"That's a blade masters blade!" Harry gasped, seeing a small dragon engraved on the emerald.
"So you can see it? That's a start," Shadow Master mused, again thinking aloud. "Harry, what I'm going to ask you do to is extremely dangerous."
"Tell me why I should do it, and what are the dangers?" Harry asked, watching the sword. He felt something of an affinity with the beautiful sword.
"As you noticed, this is a blade masters blade, but more than that, it is a magical blade that will only allow a chosen one to touch it. Your having the ability to perform wandless magic set you apart as being one of those who might be able to wield it. If you can draw the blade from it's sheathe, I'll know that you are the one."
"And the danger of this is?" Harry asked, his attention still on the blade.
"If you aren't the right person, it will turn on you and kill you," Shadow Master replied bluntly.
"Ah."
"If you are prepared to take the risk, I would ask you to do it," Shadow Master added.
"Big request, but I'll do it, the risk is
worth the gain, I believe, besides, it's calling me," Harry's eyes were
filled with the emerald, it swirled and danced before his eyes as he reached
out to rest a hand on the hilt for a moment.
Then he wrapped his fingers around it
and pulled it from the sheath with a smooth gesture. He smiled in delight,
hefting it gently in his hand. This was
his sword, the one that he had been looking for, but couldn't find that day
when he had had to choose the right blade for himself.
"Thank god, you're the one," Shadow Master looked and sounded very relieved. "I hoped it was you!"
"Now can you explain what you couldn't before?" Harry asked.
"Some of it. It starts a long time ago, when I was about fifty. That's almost four hundred years ago now …" the man said, and for once Harry could see his eyes, the pale white iris's seemed lost in memory.
"For four hundred years I have ruled here, it seems like other have come and gone, but it was only me. I have mastered the art of using illusions to make myself seem dead, or alive, at will. I leave a copy in my place, come in looking like a young boy, fight my way up to the top and stay there until once more I repeat the process."
Harry didn't really hear the last bit, he was too busy mouthing: Four hundred and fifty years old … with an expression of utter disbelief.
Shadow Master paused to look at him. "Oh of course, you wouldn't know! Once a wizard reaches maturity, this comes at different points for different people, with different reasons, he or she stops aging, as a Muggle will. Time passes slower, different speeds for different people. It took me a longer time than most to begin to slow, but I aged slower since then," he explained. "Your own head master, Albus Dumbledore, is one hundred and fifty," he added.
Harry blinked. "I can believe that," he said after a moments thought. "So what has this got to do with me?"
"I am a bit like you, I have a gift of wandless magic, but instead of being on the good side, as you were, I was stolen by a dark wizard of the time, and raised as his own son.
"It took me a long time to discover that I'd been lied to all my life, and when I did, I destroyed the whole lot of them. I came here when I realized what I'd done was no better than what they had been. I lived here and found that this was my place in life, and I haven't left since, until I came to get you.
"Every so often, and the time varies, a
person is born with powers like ours, for different reasons, most often to do
battle with dark wizards."
"But why can't any wizard do that?
I mean, any person could have sacrificed themselves for their child, couldn't
they?" Harry referred to his first encounter with Voldemort.
"Certainly, but that is not the point. You did not fully destroy Voldemort that night because you had yet to come to your full powers, which was what Voldemort was trying to prevent that night and every time since then that he's faced you," Shadow Master explained.
"Your powers are different to most light wizards because they have darkness in them. You don't know the half of what you can do – you've certainly noticed that you can see properly now, but you can see better at night than anyone else can.
"I'll teach more that you can do over the next little while, but I am approaching my proper death now, and so there are some things that you'll have to work out for yourself," Shadow Master finished.
Harry blinked, trying to imagine a world without Shadow Master. This had become as difficult as it had been to picture a world without Dumbledore just the year before.
Shadow Master smiled as if sensing Harry's thoughts. "Keep the sword though, it won't leave you now. You will find its twin at some point, I hope, one that has a gold hilt with a ruby," he added.
Harry froze. "I've already seen that, held it even. Back when I was twelve, it came out of the Sorting Hat to help me defeat a basilisk," he said, eyes widening as he remembered. "But I didn't see the dragon on the stone?" It was half question, half statement.
"You hadn't come to your powers yet," Shadow Master said after a moment. "This won't happen until a short time before or after your fifteenth birthday, and until such a time, you won't see the dragon."
Harry nodded, and left at Shadow Masters nod of consent, immediately leaping to a run to go and tell Sirius what had just happened to him.
He saw no one on his journey through the castle, which was good, because it would be hard to explain how he had gotten the sword that he now wore at his hip.
When he reached his room, Sirius was pacing anxiously, and looked up immediately when Harry entered. It took him a moment to notice sword, and when he did, he nearly passed out.
"How did you get that?" He asked when he got control of himself again. Harry sat down on the bed, motioning Sirius to take the chair, and told the story of what had just happened to him.
By the end of it Sirius had lost the ability to use coherent speech and his mouth was gaping open in amazement. "Oh my god. This is unbelievable!" He gasped.
"I know," Harry agreed. "But I don't fully understand what it means, the bit about darkness as well as light. Certainly I can see in the shadows, but that's not really using shadows in magic, is it?"
"I've heard something about this," Sirius said after a moment. "Seeing the dark isn't all you'll be able to do, once you realise your powers and learn how to use them properly."
"Oh. So when Shadow Master teaches me how to use my powers, a lot of that will be to do with shadows and darkness and stuff?" Harry half ask, half stated.
"Yeah, something like that. But let's have a look at that sword of yours kid," Sirius said with a shrug. Harry nodded and drew the fantastic blade from its sheath, giving it a flourish.
It felt wonderful in his hand, its gleaming silver blade catching the light and throwing it back, dancing over the walls.
Sirius smiled. "It goes with you," he remarked looking at the sword in his godson's hand. "But you'll need to disguise it, because I don't think that anyone would think that was an ordinary sword."
"Yeah, you're right," Harry agreed, frowning at the sword in his hand. Abruptly a shimmering golden light surrounded it and suddenly the blade was dulled slightly and the hilt became silver, the stone disappeared.
Sirius smiled. "No one would guess. The
blade is good and the balance perfect, it still goes with you and no one's
going to think that sword is a blade master's blade."
"Well, that was the point,"
Harry remarked, smiling. "Now, I think that we've been playing nice around
here for too long now, and it's time to get started on pranks," he added
after a moments thought.
"Wolf." Sirius said immediately, and Harry nodded with an evil grin. "Well, what can we do to our young friend Wolf …" Sirius mused to himself.
"How about making his fur fluro colours, so that it changes from one to another every time he changes, but he appears as normal when in human form?" Harry suggested after a moments thought.
"You are truly a Marauders son, Panther," Sirius remarked. "It's perfect!"
"I think that I should be the one to perform it, because I don't have to speak the words," Harry said.
"Yeah, whatever," his godfather agreed. "I've done enough performing of pranks, you need the practice."
Harry laughed and the pair of them went on to practicing. Once you reached the level of Seeker lessons were not needed, you simply went wherever you felt like going. You could ask for aid with various subjects you weren't good at, but between them, Sirius and Harry were the top of the school.
They were doing physical work today, horse riding, sword fighting, unarmed combat skills, archery and the like. This was Harry's forte, though Sirius was improving quickly.
Tomorrow it would Sirius's turn to be the tutor as they went inside and practiced spells for various uses. Sirius taught Harry ones that he would be learning in Hogwarts this year, since Seekers Academy only taught spells that would be needed in their line of work.
First, however, they went back over the ones from the previous years, since Harry hadn't learnt half of them properly. The look of pride in Sirius's eyes was enough to make Harry try as hard as he could to master the spells, first with a wand and then without, since without was easier and he wanted to learn them both ways.
Harry kicked the giant black stallion that was his, courtesy of Shadow Master, to a gallop, hurtling ahead of Sirius, who was not all to sure that he liked being off the ground on something that wasn't a broomstick.
Harry felt as at home here as he had done on his broomstick, and he knew that he would feel the same on the back of any creature, including a hippogriff, though he had not been very comfortable on that particular animals back the few times he'd found himself in that predicament.
He heard Sirius yelling for him to slow down but, like any self- expecting teenager, didn't pay any attention to his godfather's yells.
He saw a large break in the earth in front of him, and realized why Sirius had been yelling for him to come back, but it was too late now. Oh well, it wasn't too far to get to the other side …
Harry settled himself posed for the jump, felt Midnight – the stallion's given name – tense, muscles flexing beneath him, and then they were airborne, before landing neatly on the other side.
Harry brought Midnight around and to a halt, raising his hand in Sirius's direction with a faint smile. Sirius looked like he was about to have a heart attack, or had just recovered from one, perhaps.
"Panther! What the hell are you doing?" He yelled across the chasm. Harry shrugged slightly.
"You want me to come back?" He called back.
"Yes, but don't you dare jump again!" Sirius said in warning, knowing that was exactly what Harry had had in mind. Harry grinned and willed what he needed to appear. A moment later there was a stone bridge stretched across the chasm and Harry nudged Midnight to a gallop over it to join his godfather on the other side.
Sirius nodded his thanks for Harry's slightly saner act of re-crossing the chasm, even as Harry dismissed the bridge behind him, which immediately collapsed into the crack in the ground.
A disconcerting amount of time passed before it hit the bottom with a sickening crash.
"That could have been you," Sirius remarked to Harry, wincing at the sound. Harry only gave him a cold look.
"My animagus form does have wings," he pointed out waspishly, making his godfather laugh.
"Just the sort of thing that I'd say," Sirius remarked. "Or I would have at your age, anyway."
Harry smiled slightly and they turned for home, as they'd gotten quite far away from the Seekers Academy on their little ride, and it would take them a while to get back if they moved at an easy pace.
Back at Hogwarts the Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch match was fast approaching, and in the history of Hogwarts, no one could remember a match approaching with such a high level of anger and dislike between the houses.
Ron and Hermione were escorted to classes by all of the Gryffindors going in that direction, since the Slytherins largely blamed these two people for the loss of their Seeker, and the person who was most likely going to be the captain this year.
Outside of classes, Cho Chang, Ernie, Hannah and their groups of friends accompanied them.
They were never alone for a second, because the Slytherins would have all sorts of nasty surprises if they ever caught Ron and Hermione without people around them.
The day of the match dawned and everyone but the Slytherins came out in Gryffindor colours. Gryffindor had made firm friends with the rest of the houses in the school since Harry had gone.
After a few words from Cho and the two Hufflepuff's, no one in either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff believed that Harry had killed Cedric Diggory, and with the reappearance of Voldemort, this had become all the more obvious.
Lucius Malfoy was searching for Harry Potter, saying that the boy needed to know that he had been forgiven, but none of Ron and Hermione's ever-growing group were buying it.
"He just wants Harry to give to Voldemort," was what they all believed.
Naturally the teachers had been delighted by the alliance between the three houses, though it was a little sad, in their eyes, that the Slytherins hadn't been included in this. Though it was not altogether unexpected.
Now Ron, Hermione, Cho, Ernie and Hannah had the best seats in the stadium, friends arrayed all around them to watch the game. The two teams came out onto the field, the new Keeper turned out to be a Seventh Year kid that neither Ron nor Hermione knew very well.
As usual, Lee Jordan was commentating, and they were all looking forward to hearing what he had to say.
"And here comes the Gryffindors! Give them a cheer folks!" The stadium exploded with noise to show their support for the team. This had all been organized between the houses, and everyone knew what to do next.
"Here are the Slytherins! Show them what we think of them guys!" Again there was as roar of noise, the 'boo's' from one third of the crowd easily drowning out the cheers from the Slytherins.
With a glare at the majority of the crowd, the Slytherin team took up positions around Madam Hooch to hear what she had to say before the game.
The crowd couldn't hear a word of what she said, she spoke too quietly, but soon the two captains shook hands, all the while glaring daggers at one another, before mounting and taking off.
Whenever the Slytherin got the Quaffle or tried to block a shot from the Gryffindors, the crowd (excluding the Slytherins) all booed very loudly. This didn't distract the Gryffindors, who'd been practicing playing with noise in the background. The Slytherins, however, were constantly surprised and distracted by the wave of sound, and subsequently didn't do too well.
Then the Seekers spotted the Snitch – the Slytherin Seeker was a second year boy who was no good at flying. It was him, someone worse or having to forfeit the game. The Slytherins hadn't wanted to do any of these, but this was the lesser evil.
Dennis hurtled for the ground at the fastest speed his broom could go, way ahead of the Slytherin boy, who was descending by shots of speed, before pulling back as if afraid that he'd fall.
This made the younger Creevey brother the easy leader, and passed the victory of Gryffindor at 300 to 10. It had to be a record for the score, everyone thought, no one could remember a game against Slytherin ever going so well, and the other three houses called a giant party for it in the Great Hall, since they all had different common rooms.
The Slytherins slunk back to the dungeons as soon as they finished eating, as did Snape. The rest of the teachers watching in amusement as the dinner escalated into a party that Hogwarts had never seen the like of before.
In the end it was just Dumbledore who was left presiding over the groups of rowdy children, all the other teachers save Fleur had long since retired, and the old Headmaster was too kind hearted to send the children off to bed.
Besides, young Fleur was having the time of her life, dancing with students, eating and drinking, laughing and generally having a great time – although she came back to Dumbledore's side when some idiot had the idea to start a food fight, an idea which was met the great approval of the rest of the crowd, and was still in full swing almost an hour later.
It was two in the morning when the first students began to head from the hall; the first and second years mostly, and by five only Ron, Hermione, Ernie, Hannah, Cho and their group of closer friends, as well as Fleur, remained awake and moving.
Dumbledore wandered off at six, and everyone else finally went and collapsed after the first people came down to breakfast at seven. It was mainly Slytherins, since they'd actually gotten a proper nights sleep, but the group of friends didn't care to be in the same room as their enemies, besides the fact that they'd pretty much partied themselves out by this time.
Back at the Seekers Academy, Harry was trying out the latest spell he and Sirius had been working on – making himself invisible. This was not only a test run of the spell, but also the time to play their prank on Wolf.
They'd added a new part to their plan of embarrassment, and Harry was looking forward to the next morning, when he would probably see Wolf in the training courts, since the other young man would most likely not realize what was wrong with him until too late.
Once the spells had been placed, Harry slipped away, heading to Shadow Masters quarters, where his mentor was waiting to give him his first proper lesson in powers that he could use.
"Panther!" Nice to see you again!" Shadow Master said, the light catching his lip in a ghostly smile.
Harry smiled back. He didn't distrust Shadow Master anymore, the man was almost a friend, which surprised him, because he'd spent the first part of his time here hating the man, for no real reason, other than that he disliked the things that the school taught.
"Hey Shadow Master," he greeted his teacher in return, bowing his head slightly.
"Well, as we've no time to waste, I'll jump straight to the heart of the matter. I know that you have a book on Elementals in your room," Harry didn't even look surprised that the man knew, since Shadow Master knew almost everything that happened in his domain.
"It tells you that there are four kinds of elements, and that people can control one, and sometimes more of these. Am I right?"
Harry nodded his head in answer of the question. "Well, the author of that book doesn't know all he thinks he knows about Elementals. In fact, very few people know all that there is to know about Elementals. I am the only one of those few people who is still alive at the moment. You will know all soon enough, once I have the opportunity to teach it all to you, which could take a while.
"What that author knows nothing about is the existence of another Elemental – the Elemental Soul, or Life. This Elemental is one that deals with what we have named Light and Shadow, Life and Death, Good and Evil. They are, in reality, the same thing.
"Your destiny sets you apart as one who will become an Elemental Mage, someone who can control all of the Elements. Of course, such a person must have the training to do this, because you can nothing with your powers until they have been awoken.
"In every person the power of the Elementals is there, but in most it is dormant. Some are born with the ability to break through a part of this wall, but some can have the power awoken.
"For most people, such a spell would mean death, but as you can use wandless magic, therefore the power of the spell shouldn't do more than put you to sleep for several hours and leave you with a slight headache. Not too much to ask for the power of the Elements, I don't think."
"Can you perform this spell?" Harry asked Shadow Master after a moments thought. The man was right, a little sleep and a headache was certainly of no account if it would help him save the world from Voldemort.
"Of course," the man responded, pretending to be put out by Harry's question. "I would hardly have brought the matter up if I didn't possess a means to perform it."
Harry nodded his head in acknowledgment of his mistake, though in reality, he had known perfectly well the answer to his question and that the question itself would vex Shadow Master. He was a fifteen year old, after all.
"So when will you perform the spell?" Harry asked now, a faint smile playing at his lips.
"Now, if you like. Sleeping in the nighttime shouldn't cause too much of a bother, and you'll wake up when you normally do," Shadow Master replied.
"Sounds good to me," Harry agreed with a slight shrug, though he wouldn't have agreed if he hadn't been assured of being awake for his prank tomorrow.
Harry stood completely still as Shadow Master placed a hand on his forehead, then there was a biting pain in the back of his skull and he fell unconscious to the floor.
Shadow Master waved a hand and the unconscious body disappeared from his quarters.
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