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 Ash Knight, don't worry he is getting stronger, but he is taking his time because he exhausted himself at the end of last term and lost his magic for a while.

                               Chapter Two- Earth, Wind and Fire.

The next morning at breakfast, Moony informed him that Moody was sleeping in one of the spare rooms; he had been on duty all night. His lessons would not start until after lunch, so Harry ate his bacon, sausage and eggs then went to the kitchen to ask Tikka for the supplies he would need to begin his meditation.

Armed with some stones, a candle, incense sticks and a bowl for water, Harry went back to his bedroom and sat on the floor. He placed each of the items on the floor. The stones to represent earth to the north, the candle for fire to the south, the incense for air to the east and the bowl of water to the west. Sitting cross legged in the centre Harry began his meditation as he normally did.

 Once he found himself focused, he reached for the stones and held them in his hand. Concentrating, he tried to imagine himself made of stone. The image that formed in Harry's head was a ridiculous statue of himself, brandishing Godric Gryffindor's sword over his head. Sighing in frustration he replaced the stone and took up the candle instead.

Harry could feel the heat from the candle's flame glowing against his face.  The heat spread through his body, he took a deep breath and his insides felt as though they were on fire. He imagined the flames shining bright from within himself. Then a rage, like he had never known, burned in his very soul. Suddenly he could no longer breathe, his eyes snapped open and he dropped several inches onto the floor.

As Harry lay winded on the floor gasping for air, the door burst open to reveal Mad-eye Moody, his magic eye rolling in all directions and his wand drawn ready to attack.

"What happened?"

"Sorry … I … was … meditating," Harry managed to say.

Moody looked at Harry sceptically as Harry continued, "I think it worked though  ...  I could feel the fire."

The rage was subsiding and Harry was regaining control of himself. But he was exhausted; experiencing such a powerful emotion had physically drained him. He allowed Moody to help him to his feet.

"I think you'd better lie down for a while," Moody told him.

"I was going to try the next one, but maybe you're right." Harry found himself collapsing on the bed and closing his eyes.

Some time later Harry opened his eyes and saw the things he had left on the floor. He felt fine now and quickly scrambled of the bed to sit in the centre of them again. Slowly he began again, this time he took the incense in his hands and tried to picture being made of air.

Flying was one of Harry's favourite things in the world, especially now that he had the freedom of his Eagle form. The sensations were similar; the wind was whistling around him, through him, it was a peaceful feeling. Harry breathed deeply a second time but instead of rage, he was filled with contentment, he could picture his friends' faces clearly smiling at him, and he smiled back at them.

Opening his eyes, he once again plonked down on the floor.

"I must find a way to stop doing that, or I'll have a bruise on my backside before long."

A glance at the clock told him that he had missed lunch; he was surprised that Moony or Moody hadn't come to get him. He was supposed to have lessons this afternoon. He found Moony alone in the dining room reading a book. The table had already been cleared. 

Harry sat down opposite him, and noting his grim expression asked, "Hey, why didn't you wake me for lunch, I'm starved."

"Moody told me what happened earlier, are you alright?" Moony asked.

"I'm fine, it was just hard work," Harry replied, "I actually think I did it for a second, it felt like real flames."

"Just be careful, alright?" Moony raised his voice a little and called, "Tikka, Tikka."

With a loud crack Tikka appeared beside Moony and bowed slightly saying, "Yes Master Remus?"

"Harry's awake; do you think that you could bring him some lunch please?" Moony replied.

Tikka looked thrilled at the request and immediately asked Harry, "What would you like young sir? I have some roast chicken and baby potatoes. Or I can make you something fresh, if you would like to wait a few minutes?"

"Chicken sounds wonderful Tikka, thank you."

Tikka disappeared and a few seconds later a huge portion of Chicken and potatoes with carrots, peas and green beans, appeared in front of Harry along with a tall glass of pumpkin juice. Harry immediately began eating.

"Is it just you or are all teenage boys always hungry?" Moony laughed.

Harry grinned through the mouthfuls and said, "Hey, its hungry work all this magic!"

Hardly waiting for his food to settle he asked, "So is Moody still here for my lessons?"

"Um no," Moony looked awkward; "He felt that he should speak to Dumbledore first."

Harry sighed, "Every time I as much as sneeze, someone rushes off to find Dumbledore."

"Harry, you were floating two feet off the floor glowing bright red. It's a bit more unusual than a sneeze." Moony went on to say, "We just want to protect you."

"I'm going to be seventeen in a few weeks; I can take care of myself!"

"I know you can Migizi, but you're very important, and Dumbledore did ask us to let him know if anything strange happened." Moony told him.

There was no arguing with them, they let him study and train like an adult, but they insisted on treating him like a child the rest of the time. Harry wondered if it was the same for other boys his age or if it was only because of his supposed destiny. Harry was prevented from replying by the arrival of Moody.

"Alright young Potter, ready for your lesson?" Moody asked.

Harry drained the remainder of his juice and followed Moody to the training room. They began work with Moody telling Harry that he was going to use occulmency to protect his mind this time. A few hours later Harry had managed to push through the blocks and watch some of Moody's memories. Moody was pleased with Harry's progress but Harry felt slightly nauseous as he recalled some of the attacks he had witnessed through Moody's eyes.

That evening Harry returned to his elemental books, he successfully managed to connect with the water element. But still couldn't block out the silly statue he kept imagining when he tried to focus on earth. That night his dreams returned to Voldemort. Harry saw the volcano erupt over and over, always engulfing Voldemort and then Harry.

The next morning Harry didn't feel refreshed from his sleep and decided to meditate for a while before breakfast. As a result, when he entered the dining room he noticed Moony's aura brighter that normal. Today however it was not bluish pink; it was blue and lilac.

"What's wrong Moony?" He asked.

"What? Oh tonight is the full moon, it always makes me a little nervous," Moony replied.

Harry remembered when the students' auras had all shone a lilac colour, after the attack at Diagon Alley. He had been right; lilac showed him when people were afraid.

"Will you take Wolfsbane?"

"Snape should be here tonight with some," Moony replied. "Minerva McGonagall should be here soon to give you some lessons."

Harry wondered what he would be doing today; he thought that she had only been there to help him learn his animagus form. But they had finished those lessons last year. His curiosity was satisfied an hour later when the strict head of Gryffindor house arrived and led Harry to the library. They spent the afternoon studying various ways of setting protective wards on buildings and ways to break through them. It was actually a very interesting lesson, which Harry enjoyed.

They had guests for dinner; Professor Dumbledore, Snape and Bill Weasley were all there with Moony when Harry and McGonagall entered the dining room. They chatted through dinner, with the exception of Snape who ate in silence, and then Moony excused himself and left with Bill Weasley. Bill returned a few minutes later and said, "I don't know why he insists on being locked in these days, the wolfsbane potion makes him safe."

Snape snorted something that sounded like, "Once a werewolf always a werewolf!"

Harry's blood boiled but he bit his tongue to prevent any words escaping as he glared at Snape.

"Severus," Dumbledore cautioned him, then turned his attention to Harry and asked, "How is the meditation coming?"

Harry filled him in on the last few attempts he had made to connect with the elements. Including his apparent failure to find earth, though he didn't tell him about the statue. Dumbledore nodded and suggested that Harry try using another symbol for earth. Harry nodded and wondered where he could get a handful of dirt, there were no doors that led out of Redwood, and so there would be no garden. Maybe Tikka could get him some.

"…..you practice on various Order members over the next few days." Dumbledore was saying.

Not wanting to show that he hadn't been paying attention, Harry nodded in agreement, unsure what he was agreeing to.

"Excellent, well Severus since your here, you can go first," Dumbledore said cheerfully.

Severus Snape stood up from the table and sneered at Harry, "Well hurry up, I don't have all night."

Harry stood up and followed Snape to the training room, his mind looking for a way to ask what he was supposed to be doing, without Snape realising he didn't know.

"How do you want to start?" Harry muttered.

"Well I assume that you will try to use your new Legilimency skills and I will block you," Snape retortred.

Of course, thought Harry, Dumbledore wanted him to practice Legilimency on as many people as possible.

"Um right, are you ready?"

The sneering potions master almost smiled, Harry noticed the confidence Snape was displaying and raised his wand. Determined to prove his abilities to Snape he said quietly, "legilimency."

At first Harry had no impressions from Snape at all, and then he was distracted by Snape's aura flickering to a darker pink shade. Harry immediately braced his mind for Snape's counter attack, which followed seconds later. A wave of coldness swept over Harry and he concentrated with all his might on the flame of a candle. Unsure of himself, Harry kept his eyes locked with Snape and noticed Snape was sweating. Harry lowered his wand and waited for Snape to comment.

"Again, this time try harder to break through," Snape told him. "Unless you're afraid of what you might see?"

Anger burned in Harry's stomach as he raised his wand to try again. This time he didn't speak the spell aloud, he focused on Snape and then ……

Harry felt his left arm burning; when he looked down he saw the dark mark there burning. He found himself standing in the circle of death-eaters, his scar wasn't burning, and Harry remembered these were Snape's memories. Fear and horror rose up in his throat as he watched someone being tortured…….someone was screaming……then nothing.

Harry blinked his eyes and stared at Snape. Snape glared back then turned and stormed out of the door. Harry sat on the floor and thought about what he had witnessed. No wonder Snape was so unpleasant. But why had he ever joined the Death-eaters in the first place. Harry knew now that Snape hated them, he was afraid as he stood amongst them, and yet he always went back. Because Dumbledore asked him to.

Dumbledore, Harry thought, he did this on purpose, he remembered that I wanted to make Snape suffer for his treatment of me; this was one of his tests. Harry sank down on the floor and let his head fall into his hands.

Dumbledore came into the room quietly and Harry heard him ask, "Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Where's Snape?"

"Professor Snape has left." Dumbledore replied.

"Why did you want me to do that?" Harry looked up at his headmaster.

"You need to practice on people skilled in Occulemncy."

"You thought that I might try to hurt Snape didn't you?" Harry searched Dumbledore's eyes for the truth.

"I knew that you would resist the temptation, but you needed to know that."

Harry couldn't think of an answer to that, so he asked, "How can you make him go there? You must know how afraid he is, the kinds of things he has to watch?"

"I do not make Severus go there Harry, he chooses to go," Dumbledore replied sadly. "I think that you have done enough for one night, Bill will stay with you and Remus for a few nights, just in case."

Dumbledore left Harry to his thoughts. Gradually Harry's thoughts wandered from Snape to Moony. Who was locked in his room, afraid he might hurt someone. Harry got up and walked determinedly to Moony's room, unlocking the door he slipped inside.