Sorry about this people, I reorganised my system of labelling chapters, so I orginally uploaded the wrong one, to those of you who read it before, I appologise, this is the correct version!
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Looking at the third book, Harry smiled – "bingo" he whispered
Chapter Twenty-Two:
Harry headed out of the Restricted Section and sat down at one of the tables, gently setting down the three ancient tombs of magic, he smiled faintly.
Pulling the one that he could read to him, Harry noted that it was written in Latin, a language that few could read these days, though Harry had learnt it in Atlantis, which was very careful about preserving other languages.
Opening the book, he began to read.
Most of it, Harry could, and did, momentarily dismiss, but there were some parts that were interesting, and one of them referred to exactly what Harry wanted to do.
There are often among us those who are destined for greatness, and those who will be great are also powerful. A common question among those is: how can I store magic outside of my own body for future use.
The answers to that question are many and varied. Myself, through trial and error found that 'elemental stones', that is Stones that are made of a substance such as Unicorn Horn around them, and then filled with a pure elemental power, are the best to use.
It takes a powerful mage to create these, but once made, a person can pour something into them, strength, wakefulness, any type of magical power … the list goes on, and the stone will preserve them until the person calls them out again.
Dear reader, you have found these books, and are obviously destined to be great yourself, and I hope that you find the rest of the information here useful…
The next morning Elisa led Harry's somewhat worried friends straight to the library, to find him sleeping with head pillowed by an ancient open book, sleeping soundly.
"Leave him here," Elisa said softly. "He needs to rest as much as he can – the dark is rising and he will stand in its way."
They nodded and withdrew, even Sirius didn't argue or try to wake him up.
Harry slept on for a little over an hour longer, and then woke with a jolt, cursing softly when he realised the time. Standing up, he gathered the books up and sent the two he couldn't read to his father's room before going to find out where Elisa was.
"Harry! You're awake!" she said, smiling at him when he entered Sirius's chambers five minutes later.
"So I am, no thanks to you," Harry grumbled good-naturedly. "But I found out something that I needed to, and I was just going to find you to say that I'll be busy for most of today, if not all of it. I'll be in my father's room."
"You can't go there, yet," Sirius told Elisa. "Only Potter's or future Potter's can go there, unless something major happens, and I think that it will sometime soon."
Elisa looked a little nervous. "No one else can go there," Harry assured her. "I will not be harmed I can promise you that."
She nodded once, and Harry turned, hurrying away to the student potions store cupboard, having run out of unicorn horns himself.
Taking out four of them, since he wasn't sure how successful he'd be, nor how many stones that he'd want to make. With these in hand, Harry headed for his fathers room, the book in his arms as well.
Up in the room little had changed. He carried his own diary, shrunk and held within a glass ball, in a small pouch hanging from his belt, and wrote in it whenever something interesting happened, and now he took it out, setting it on the table beside him so that he could record what happened with his experiments with creating the Elemental Stones.
Taking out the book, he flipped to a more detailed page on the creating of the stone, and set a horn on the table in front of him. This was going to be difficult.
Catching his Elemental and Wandless powers at once, Harry entered a struggle for control against the two of his powers, and got them into order, reaching out with both to see what he could do about altering the horn.
It exploded in his face seconds later, and Harry decided that he must have used too much power, so he picked up another of them and repeated the process, though he used only a trickle of the power.
Not enough to make it explode, but he immediately realised that it wasn't enough. Frowning, instead of beginning again, Harry sent a stronger thread into the horn, and, to his delight, it worked.
Touching it he could feel it's absorbing powers, and reached into himself, drawing out his magical power that was being stored in his reserves.
It felt incredibly odd, feeling his magic draining, but he stopped the flow of it before it could seriously affect him. He reached out and touched the stone.
Beneath his fingers, he could feel the power that he had put there, and he could sense that he could remove it at need. Smiling, Harry took his hand away and took out another of the horns and repeated the process.
This time, he drained some of his strength into the horn, and it left him feeling quite worn out. 'You shouldn't do any more of those horns for a while,' Lily told him firmly. 'You can put more power into them if you must, but wait for a while before you make another one.'
'I was going to,' Harry replied calmly, and then contacted Elisa. 'Eli, I'm going to sleep here for a while, I'll be back in the morning, ok?'
'Ok Harry. Thanks for warning me! I'm playing chess with Ron … beating him is no easy feat.'
'I've known any to accomplish it,' Harry replied truthfully, and left Elisa to her game, so that he could sleep.
In the morning Harry was very refreshed, and hardly felt the power that he'd offloaded into the stones, although he could sense the difference when he looked inside himself at his reserves.
Standing up, Harry stretched, then bounded out of the room, leaving the horns, book and his diary momentarily on the table top.
Elisa contacted him to say that they were heading for the Shrieking Shack, but that Harry was to eat breakfast before he came after them. 'We'll probably be down here for ages, so bring some extra food with you when you come,' she added thoughtfully.
'Right,' Harry agreed, and headed for the kitchens.
Half an hour later, Harry turned up, laden with the food that the house elves had given him. His friends laughed and hurriedly came over and helped him with getting into the room.
Harry looked around him for a moment, then smiled at his friends. "I think you're ready for the transformation. Remember to be ready to fight the pain and gain control of the beast you become," he told them.
Ron and Hermione looked delighted at the chance, and both Harry and Elisa smiled at that. "Hermione, do you want to go first? Or do you, Ron?"
Ron immediately yelled, "I want to!" so they let him have the first go. He took a seat on the ground, Harry stayed nearby-ish, Hermione and Elisa stayed far away in a corner with a shielding charm over them. Ron couldn't see them, or hear them, or smell them, but they could see him.
This meant that Harry was there if something went wrong, and he could get away fast if he needed to, since he knew how to Aparate. Ron closed his eyes and focused inward.
Harry immediately braced himself for flight, just in case Ron had some violent and large beast as an Animagus, though he didn't really think that his oldest friend would, it wasn't really in his nature.
Harry looked at Ron, willing the other boy to succeed in changing his form, his golden-green eyes fixed unblinkingly on his friend.
After an eternity of waiting, Harry somehow sensed that the change was about to occur, and quickly sent a thought message to Elisa, warning her and Hermione to watch.
Suddenly red fur sprouted over Ron's face, racing to cover his entire body, which was shrinking incredibly fast, hands curling into paws, face changing rapidly into a snout, a tail growing from his tail bone and his teeth growing sharper.
A large russet-red dog-fox bared its teeth at Harry for a moment, then looked slightly surprised, as if wondering why it had growled.
Harry remained still and silent, his eyes meeting the foxes, willing Ron to take control again. Slowly, the human resurfaced in him, and Ron looked at his new form, prancing around the room in obvious delight. Then, forgetting that he had four feet to watch out for, tripped and fell head over heals.
Harry laughed and let down his shield over the other two. "Ok Ron, change back now," he told his friend, who looked at him sadly, but changed back.
Ron looked over his body thoughtfully, then up at Harry. "I didn't think it would hurt that much," he remarked. "But it was fun. So I'm a fox huh? That's pretty cool!"
"Yeah," Harry agreed, smiling at his friends delight. "Now you and Elisa go over into the corner and I'll replace the shield and we'll see what Hermione becomes!"
Ron and Elisa went over to the corner and Hermione took Ron's place on the floor, her eyes closed. Once more, Harry readied himself for a quick movement away if necessary, his eyes focusing on Hermione, willing her to succeed.
Again, the wait took an eternity, Harry didn't blink once, afraid to miss the vital signs of the beginning of the change. It did not take as long as it had taken for Ron, Harry decided when the change finally came, and it was also more … graceful, in some ways.
Her hair was already over her face a little, and it just seemed to spread out, become smooth and ripple out over her shrinking form. The face didn't change as much as Ron's had, because it was not as pointy – the moment he saw it, Harry knew.
Hermione's form was that of a cat, the change was completed not long after and the cat stood up and stretched gracefully, showing claws. It eyes watched Harry curiously, but without animosity or fear.
The cat apparently decided that Harry posed no threat, and bounded gracefully off, examining the room carefully. Harry waited, hoping that Hermione would get in control on her own.
Soon enough she did, and nearly sprawled because before it had been instinct that had guided her, and now it was her own thoughts.
A moment later she changed back into human form. "Oh that was marvellous!" she cried delightedly. "It hurt, but the feeling of grace that cats have … but then, you are a member of the feline family yourself, so I guess that you know what it feels like."
"I do," Harry agreed, smiling faintly as he let down the shield over Ron and Elisa, who bounded over to congratulate Hermione.
"Now we just need to think of names for you two," Harry remarked.
"Red!" Elisa said, almost immediately, pointing at Ron.
"Red?" Harry arched an eyebrow. "What gave you that idea?"
"He's all red," was the laughed response. "I think his name should be Red!"
"I like it," Hermione put in her opinion. Ron sighed faintly.
"It seems that I'm outvoted," he joked, "but Red is good enough. What about you Hermione? Your name is a bit of a mouthful, we need something shorter."
"Hmm … well, we are all open to suggestions," Harry offered.
"Talk to dad," Elisa suggested.
Hermione looked shocked. "Let that maniac come up with a nick name!" She yelped, in pretended horror.
"He's not that bad," Elisa said, grinning.
"Quite right," Harry agreed, and both said together, "he's ten times worse!"
Laughing, they headed out from their hideaway and up towards the castle to ask Sirius's opinion of the names.
The moment he heard Hermione's name he danced around and yelled "Mina!" (pro. Mee-na)
"Mina?" Hermione asked doubtfully, arching an eyebrow. "Where did that come from?"
Sirius stopped dancing around that thought for a while, looking very odd with the expression his face. Finally, he shrugged expressively. "No idea," he replied cheerfully.
The group rolled their eyes, but the name stuck, it went with Hermione well enough.
They headed up to the Gryffindor Common room, passing Ginny on the way, who was going to the library to finish an assignment.
Up in the Common Room they sat around in a circle on the floor and placed the Marauders Map on the floor in front of them. Reaching out, they each put their right hand on the Map.
"We, Ferux, Celeres, Red and Mina solemnly swear that we will uphold the traditions set down by the last generation of mischief makes, and be up to no good in Hogwarts," they recited, even Hermione, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
Her relationship with Ron, it seemed, had made her less of the teachers pet and had been good for squashing the 'prefect' behaviour a little bit, especially since they never got caught.
The next morning as Harry was heading down for a run around the lake on his own for a while, Madam Pomfrey turned up suddenly. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy wanted to see the person who rescued him, do you think that you could …?"
"Sure, Madam Pomfrey," Harry replied, hiding his surprise. Why did Malfoy want to see him?
"There is one thing that I have to tell – Mr. Malfoy as almost completely lost his memory, he remembers his mother, though only just. He hasn't got a clue about Hogwarts or anything."
Ah.
'That blow must have been a strong one,' James remarked. 'To make him lose his memory like that.'
Harry hurried behind Madam Pomfrey to the Hospital Wing, quickly telling Elisa of the change in plans. She said that she and the others would meet him in the Great Hall for breakfast.
Entering the Wing, Harry walked over to the bed that Malfoy was lying on, the other boys face was more healthy now, the deathly look that had been there the last time Harry saw him was gone.
"Hello Malfoy," Harry greeted him softly.
The other's eyes flickered open and he focused his attention on Harry. "Please call me Draco," he told Harry, his voice soft, and Harry could hear the pain that remained in his voice.
"Draco then. I'm Harry Potter," Harry said, since it was likely that the Slytherin couldn't remember this.
"Harry Potter," Malfoy repeated softly, as if testing the name out. "You saved me, didn't you?"
"Sort of. I stopped your fall and kept you alive until Madam Pomfrey could come and do the rest of it," Harry replied honestly.
"She said something along those lines. I just wanted to thank you – I'm not sure if we were friends before, but somehow, I don't think that we were," Malfoy said, trying to remember.
"No, we were not friends," Harry agreed.
Malfoy shrugged painfully. "Well, even if we weren't, I wanted to thank you for saving me, and tell you what was going to happen, if you want to hear, that is," he added the last part a little hopefully.
"Sure," Harry agreed, wondering at the change in his long time enemy.
"My mother is taking me to Malfoy Manor … my home, I guess, although I can't remember it. She's going to have tutors come to re-teach me all of the magic and do her best to restore some of my memory, then I'll probably come back here … at the beginning of next year, maybe," Malfoy told him.
Harry nodded, and at that moment, Narcissa came hurrying in. "Draco dear, we have to go now," she said, and glanced at Harry. "Thank you for your help, but I won't keep you from breakfast any longer," she told him.
Harry smiled, waved at Draco and hurried from the room. 'We've gotten rid of Malfoy for the rest of year,' he told Elisa. 'He's changed though, I think it was his father's influence that made him so nasty. Hopefully when he comes back he'll be nicer than he used to be.'
'I'll tell the others, are you coming to breakfast?'
'Yeah, I'm nearly there, just wait a second.'
Once the rest of the school returned, the Awesome Foursome didn't have as much time for doing their own thing, and they were all glad that they'd gotten through the Animagus transformation during the break.
Harry spent a lot more time on his own now, though, as he was playing around with the Elemental Stones, sending strength into them, and magic, and wakefulness, which would prove very useful, he thought.
He ended up sneaking into Hogsmeade to get some more unicorn horns, before the school started wondering where all of its supply were going.
Elisa was the only one who really knew what Harry doing was Elisa, because she could feel some of what he did.
To Harry, draining a little of his magic from his stores was like scratching an itch, and it made him feel a lot better, the power of his magic was building up now, because he wasn't using as much as he had before.
"You should practice big magics," Hermione told him, "really Ferux, I'm sure that it would help you a lot, if you used your magic outside of school work to do things."
"Thanks Mina," Harry replied with a smile. "I'll try that."
'Harry, Lilith and Jaram's child is to be born soon, but it's really odd, because the child is a daughter, not a son like you are,' Lily said, they'd been gone for a few days to talk with their friends in the living world in Atlantis.
'Really weird,' Harry agreed. 'I can only think that the chains are breaking now, for some unknown reason.'
'Not completely unknown,' James muttered, but Harry didn't hear it, he was already concentrating on something else entirely.
The term was going well so far and the match against Hufflepuff fast approaching, but there was no tension in the air at all, for which the teachers were relieved.
Everyone remembered the last disastrous game where the Beaters had proved that they were very capable, and the teachers were hoping that it would not happen again.
They were not to know that it certainly would not, if the Gryffindors had anything to do with it. "Eli, Colin, aim for the broomsticks, keep the bludgers coming when you can to confuse them, but don't aim to hit, got that?"
"Yes sir!" Both of them replied at once. Harry rolled his eyes and got the team out to practice.
Harry felt tired that night, more so than usual. 'Mum, dad, is something weird happening?' he asked them.
'There is a dream coming that I believe you need to see,' was the response.
'Elisa, there is a dream coming, if you don't want to see it, don't go to sleep until you know it's over,' he told his god-sister.
'I'm coming with you, Ferox,' Elisa replied immediately, leaving the transfiguration homework she was doing to join Harry in leaving the common room, though she herself went up the girls dormitories.
Harry lay down on the bed and frequent practice allowed him to fall straight into an uneasy slumber. Just as the chamber of darkness was forming, Elisa appeared beside him, her form seemed faint but she carried a blazing sword in her hands.
"Let's see what there is to be shown," Elisa said softly to Harry, and the dream moved them closer, as if obliging them.
Voldemort was there, and Harry bared his teeth in a silent snarl of anger – he felt no fear at the dark lord's presence, merely anger and hatred.
They couldn't, for the moment, hear what was being said, but Elisa cried out in horror and repulsion at what happened next. A child, a girl, about five years old was hurled, sobbing, into a circle of clear space before Voldemort himself.
Peter Pettigrew, a sharp silver knife in his hand, knelt at the Dark Lords right foot, watching with an expression of disgust himself. The speaking continued and the girl seemed to cry harder, wailing shrilly by the expressions on the Death Eater faces.
Then the talk seemed to be over, Voldemort made a curt gesture with his hand and Peter stepped forward, the knife in his hand silencing the child's cries forever with one swift slash.
Harry knew what was happening, though Elisa was too repulsed to even think about the idea behind the brutal murder. Voldemort was going to drain the child's magic, before she died completely.
The dream ended.
"Why did he do that?" Elisa yelled, racing into Harry's dormitory.
"Come with me, I don't want anyone to overhear this," Harry replied grimly. "Sirius should know though, he can tell Dumbledore and get a better guard up for this."
Elisa and Harry changed form, dog and panther raced through the halls, invisible to those they did not want to be seen by, though there were not many people around at this point in time.
It didn't take them long to reach Sirius's apartments, as they were both very fast runners in Animagus form, and when they did, Sirius flung open the door, apparently knowing it was them.
"Ferux, Celeres!" he greeted them, grinning, in their Awesome Foursome names. "What are you doing up so late?"
Harry changed form, "dream," he said, hurrying inside with Elisa close at his heels.
Harry described what had happened in the dream. "We learnt about that at Seekers," Harry reminded Sirius, then explained to Elisa. "When a magical person dies, unless they are trained they give of all of their magic into a discharge, Voldemort is tapping into that and gaining all of the magic – normally it simply returns to the world to be used by someone who needs it.
"Using that magic that isn't his, he can't do as much as he would be able to with his own, but he can use it to do small things and save his own power for the bigger, more important workings."
"So he kills a child for their magical power so that he can save his own? That's just sick," Elisa gasped.
Harry nodded. "Voldemort is a sick person … I believe he is going completely insane now, which means he has become more dangerous than ever. He must be stopped, and soon," he said, eyes cold.
"How though?" Howled Elisa.
"I think that the answer lies in Atlantis, which means that we must return there," Harry said musingly. "Sirius, could you inform Dumbledore of that dream and tell him that we will not be in our classes tomorrow? Tell him of Atlantis if you wish, it needs not be kept secret from him."
"Sure kid, take care of Elisa, and you take care of him, Eli," Sirius said, and almost before the words left his mouth, both children were out of the door and running off towards the room that linked them to Atlantis.
Sirius sighed and headed for the Headmasters office, knowing that Dumbledore remained awake long into the night, and it was only around nine now.
'Mum, dad, can I take Elisa with me?' Harry asked them.
'Yes. You can take a woman who is going to marry into the Potter family – or a man – or a companion with whom you share a great bond. You can only take one other person, or I would have taken Sirius once,' James replied.
'That's good,' Harry replied absently, heading up the passageway that led to the room. 'Could you go and tell Lilith and Jaram that we are coming, please?'
'Certainly. We will meet you there,' then they were gone from Harry's head, which felt momentarily empty, but he shook it off easily enough and continued on his way.
In the room, Elisa looked around, awed by what she saw there. Harry had many of his Elemental Stones now, and they were scattered around the place – he had been lately trying experiments with putting a single type of magic, so there was one stone that was red, and if you looked at it closer, you could sometimes see a flickering tongue of flame.
There was the deep, calming sea-green of the ocean, and sometimes a wave seemed move within it, a lighter blue for air, and a deep, earthy brown for Earth.
The light stone was a blinding white, and the dark stone a dead black colour that almost made you blanch, as if at a nasty smell. Harry was fiddling with the wall near the door, and a moment later brought out a book, smiling in triumph.
"Here," he flipped through the pages, finally settling on one of them, seemingly at random. "Put your hand on the page," he did the same thing, and Elisa copied him.
A moment later she felt like she was using a Portkey, then the world solidified, but it was a very different world to the one they'd been in just moments before.
Two people were running across the ground towards them, laughing, and there were many others behind them, all rushing to greet Harry. Elisa stood off to the side, leaving her god-brother to bask in the attentions of his friends.
She wasn't jealous of him, she never could be, not really, knowing what he felt like about his destiny and his past, the uncertainness of his thoughts and future, the pain of the fact that people seemed to turn on him all the time, when it wasn't his fault, but never listened to him when he tried to protest his innocence.
At least that rarely happened anymore, people listened to him now, since he was powerful and knew how to use that power, and he wasn't really bound to the magical world, he could leave any time he wanted to, and he was as likely to go as he was to stay. It put people on guard.
But she felt a little left out when all these people were eager to greet Harry and talk to him, say that they were glad he was back, while they ignored her, almost as if she was invisible.
It was one of the two who'd been in the lead, Harry had identified them as Lady Lilith and Lord Jaram, the leaders of the Atlantean society, that broke into Elisa's thoughts.
"Hello, you must be Elisa!" it was Lady Lilith. "Lily and James told us about you, and I thought you looked lonely. Harry may have told you, but you'll need a different name here … Elisa just doesn't tell anything about yourself."
Elisa laughed slightly. "Harry did tell me you could be very abrupt," she admitted. "And I already have another name, which Harry assures me will be acceptable, so I hope you won't prove him wrong."
"What name is that?" Lilith asked, smiling at her. "If Harry thinks we'll accept it, we probably will. That one could have been born Atlantean."
"Celeres," Elisa replied.
"Guardian? Why do you get that title?" Lilith was genuinely interested.
Elisa launched into a tale of her relationship with Harry, and their very important bond together.
It took hours for Harry to get away from his many friends, all of whom were very eager to have him back and talk to him, catch up with him. He was glad that Lilith had taken Elisa underwing.
When he did finally manage to get away from his many old friends and headed straight for his old bedroom.
When he got there, Lilith was just leaving. "I set Celeres up with you," she said coolly. "After hearing about your bond, I thought it would best if you were not separated. She is nearly asleep now, and I suggest you do the same, we can talk in the morning, we have plenty of time."
"Of course, Lady," Harry said, a faint smile playing at his lips as he directed a half bow in her direction. Lilith waved him away and headed off towards her own quarters.
She was certainly looking pregnant now, and Harry knew that it would not be long, only a month or so, before he could meet the child that was born of his 'other world parents'.
Walking into his old room, he saw Elisa, almost asleep on the couch. "Nice place," she remarked sleepily. "I like Lilith."
"Most people do, its one of the things that make her such a good leader," Harry replied, a faint smile playing at his lips.
"Night," Elisa mumbled in response to that, and fell asleep.
Harry smiled at his god-sister and protector, and copied her idea, falling asleep in seconds.
The next morning Harry's old friend, Karan, was there to wake them up. "Pardus, Celeres, you two are going to have to separated for a lot of the next year," the young doctor said.
Elisa looked up. "I don't mind, I know that no harm can be done to him here, unless by accident, and that nothing will last very long anyways," she said. "But why?"
"Because Harry has been here before, he has other things to learn now, and you must learn what he did the last time he came. You do not need to know all of it, but you must be taught the basics of magic here before you can move on to Harry's level – you two may have to stay for more than a year here, this time," Karan replied, smiling. "Come on now, Celeres, Pardus, Lilith will be taking you to your newest lessons."
'It's ok, Eli, you can trust Karan, he's nice!' Harry assured her.
'I got that feeling to, everything seems to be moving fast though,' the other complained.
'You'll be fine. Karan's just like that sometimes,' Harry told her, getting out of his own bed. 'He'll give you some new clothes too, and take your weapons since this is your first time here,' he added as an afterthought.
'Ok. Anything else you've forgotten to mention?' Elisa asked waspishly.
'Probably,' was the cheerful reply, 'but I haven't remembered what they were yet, so I guess you'll just have to wait and see!'
'Urgh.'
Harry dressed quickly in white Atlantean style robes before heading out to find the Lady of Atlantis. It wasn't difficult, as breakfast was still on.
"Hey Mus, Sirius," Harry greeted the counterparts of his parents best friends.
"You back with us Pardus?" Sirius grinned.
"I'm known more as Ferux these days," Harry replied, "it's the name the Second Generation Marauders came up with, you counter-parts daughter is called Celeres, she's with Karan now, having her first lessons."
"Hold up there! I have a daughter?" Sirius yelped.
"Yup, and a wife," Harry replied, grinning wickedly, for in this world Sirius was quite a player.
Leaving his friend to have a fit, Harry approached the Lady Lilith. "Karan said that you would tell me where my lesson was to be," he remarked to the Lady.
"So he would have, since I will have to take you there," Lilith smiled at the boy. "Don't worry if I seem a little odd, it's just the pregnancy," she added.
"Right Lilith," Harry replied, smiling faintly. "I'll remember that. So where is my lesson going to be, and who is my teacher?"
"Someone I don't think you've met before … certainly not here, at any rate, and someplace you have never been," was the uninformative response.
"Right," Harry said with a faint sigh. "Let's go then," he suggested.
Lilith held her hand, and Harry placed one of his in it, as her fingers curled around his hand, there was a sprinkling of gold light in the air and they were both gone from the Palace.
Harry couldn't see for some minutes after his abrupt exit from the Palace, and when he could, Lilith was nowhere in sight. But there was someone that Harry did recognise here – Tiger, or the other man's counterpart.
"Good morning, child. Pardus, Lilith mentioned your name was, correct? My name is Tigris, I will be teaching you the art of taking more than one 'Animagus' form. You are a Potter, and a Wandless and Elemental Mage, therefore you should be able to do this … it requires much power," the man – Tigris – said.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his voice low and inquisitive.
"It takes a strong wizard or witch to perform the Animagus form without aid, and they are simply forced into the form that best shows their abilities and emotional and spiritual strengths and weaknesses. It takes a Mage to have more than one form, and the ruling Lord and Lady of Atlantis are given the power to take on any form they choose when they take the throne. You, you could maybe accomplish this feat, as you are very strong, but we will see … yes, we will see," was the reply.
Harry sat down at the man's wave, thinking, how ironic, the man who taught me to first change my form is now teaching how to take on multiple forms.
'Atlantis is like that,' Lily remarked coolly. 'You'll probably be here for a while, James learned some of the stuff that Tigris could teach, but not much, we always meant to come back, but of course, we never did.'
'You'll probably be here for a month or two,' James added, unhelpful as usual.
"You will do nothing but what I tell you to do, if you proceed to fast, you could kill yourself, and so damn both your worlds. You will give this task your entire concentration and you will succeed, I believe. Now, let us begin …"
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Not much of a cliffie … *shrugs* oh well, it'll do for the moment. Next chapter, I might jump back to Ron, Hermione, Sirius and that lot, but probably not …
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