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Chapter 14: Element Practice
Harry finally woke up at around nine in the morning. He could hear Aunt Petunia cleaning the living room and her watching one of her soap opera's that she enjoyed oh so much. Harry was stiff with all the activity he went through the other day, but was happy that he wasn't as stiff as the first time he fought with Blitz. He even stayed longer in that form than the first time and went through much activity before he transformed. He was also happy at how quick he changed.
He then remembered why he had to change. The Red Death. They were extremely powerful, and were fire elementals. Harry thanked his lucky stars that none of them were forbidden elements. He thought he would never be happy to see a Deatheater, let alone the whole inner circle of Voldemort. Come to think about it, they each had there advantages. The Red Death were ruthless, powerful, and elementals. They weren't organized though, Harry noticed.
The Deatheaters were also ruthless, powerful, but expert duelers and very well organized. They knew how each other thought and had a couple of medics even so as not to fall as easily. They were also more magic based than the Red Death, which knew the muggle arts of fighting. Harry guessed a lot more knew them too, and that they would only get more powerful through more of there attacks. They also seemed to have the motto of `no one gets left behind.'
Harry looked over at the cloak Dumbledore had sent him, noticing that it didn't even have scorch marks on it. Thank God too; otherwise, Harry would have been roasted. His sword also had a few nicks in it, probably batting away spells with it. It didn't seem to have very much magical resistance. He could improve his sword at school.
Bubo started to peck Harry on the head, not holding back since he had been holding it for over the night, without waking up Harry mind you, and not being acknowledged since Harry woke up. Harry swatted at the owl, finally noticing the letter, tried to coax it back so he could remove it. Bubo finally settled down to let Harry take away the letter, but also acting real snottily. Harry noticed it was how Hermione acted after she got in a disagreement with Ron. Harry smiled to himself at the thought of his two best friends and their bickering.
He remembered the rumors flying around Gryffindor tower about them having so much sexual tension between them that they had to have very heated arguments to fight their urges. Harry had to disagree whole-heartedly though. He thought that they might get together, but it would be extremely funny to Harry when they did. It always amused him watching them fight, and with them being a couple, it was sure to escalate to big proportions.
Harry finally opened his letter, throwing the envelope on his bed, he read his letter:
`Dear Mr. Potter,
You have a wonderfully smart owl. I was just thinking about owling you when this delightful little creature showed up. Anyways, on with what I have to say, well write is about your little escapade. I'm glad you used my gift to you well. I found it quite surprising who your allies were in that battle, as I am sure you were.
I must say that you are a great warrior. However, I must make a request that you do not fight in battles that you do not need to. I understand that you needed to fight; I'm just asking you to use caution and not jump in to battle when people with more training than you are on their way.
Now off the scolding. Here is another presents of sorts. It is called the Deception Charm. I believe it will work well on your new cloak, as it would give you away in public. The charm goes, "deceptico," and should be easy enough to do wandlessly.
Good luck'
Harry recognized the loopy hand writing as Albus Dumbledore's very own. Harry didn't attend to do anymore fighting for a while. He just planned on practicing changing into Blizzard and doing more hand-to-hand combat. It was hard to practice by yourself, but Harry had read a spell that enables you to fight a replica of yourself, but he couldn't do that until he got back to school.
Harry decided to go back to bed and take a little nap, after he popped into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. After all, he was still tired. He ate his cheese sandwich, which he was so used to, and went to sleep.
***
Harry woke up with his scar burning. It turned out that Voldemort was not too thrilled with the idea of new competition vying for the new dark lord position. He also wasn't happy that Lucius summoned the inner circle, but was inwardly pleased that his inner circle whipped the competitions. However, he wasn't happy that they did it with that, `angel,' on their side. Ah, maybe he should recruit him.
Harry shook away the lingering thoughts of Voldemort, since he could still feel the snake's thought's after he woke up. Harry looked over at the brand new alarm clock he had, since the Dursleys' thought their `guardian angel' would be protecting them. It turned out to be a little before one. He was about as tired as the day before the battle, so that was an improvement. He was still stiff though.
Harry decided to run to his clearing, so as to work his bones up to performing as well as they did before the battle. He took the long way there, which turned out to be about six blocks in length. He didn't want to over exert himself after all.
Harry decided to give his animagus abilities a break, and focus on his elements and hand-to-hand combat. He warmed up with some tai chi moves that he was moving slowly at. He couldn't go very fast; otherwise, his movements didn't look fluid. He brought out his sword and did some warm ups with that also. He didn't continue very long since he didn't have an opponent. It wasn't that he couldn't work on them without an opponent, it was just very boring doing so and was really looking forward to his element practice.
Bella told him that his normal element would take about as long as apparating, and his forbidden one either twice as long, or twice as short. She also said he might get a few sparks on the first day, just not full control for about three or four days. To master `moving' in the element, you had to focus on apparating and calling on your element at the same time, and it would create a portal-like thing you could move through. She even said if it was powerful enough, you could move through anti apparation wards. Harry was happy at this fact because if he mastered it, that meant no more walking around Hogwarts.
Harry took a ten minute break before he started, taking a sip out of his water bottle. He took his shirt off, which showed some glistening muscles covered in sweat. They still weren't that big, but they were now there, which meant Harry would be walking around shirtless in Gryffindor tower. One, because it would be comfortable, at least until it got cold, and two, to see the girls blushing at him. They would have still blushed at him if he had no muscles, wizards tended to cover up a lot, so girls didn't see a lot of half-naked males walking around, but he felt more confidant with his body. Until he looked passed his chest to see his stomach had taken on a slight round shape. It looked like Harry would be doing crunches during his nights. That seemed to explain why it winded him so much when that joker from the Red Death landed a punch in his gut.
Harry sat down with is back to a tree. He closed his eyes and concentrated on what the emerald lightning meant to him as Bella said to do. He concentrated on the fluid grace it move with, the power that ran behind it. After about ten minutes, Harry could tell it was working since it felt like he had a stomach cramp. Bella said it would start working when you felt a cramp somewhere in you body. The person had to keep concentrating on the element through the pain, and when the element felt you had had enough, would release itself through your body, sapping your reserves. She said contrary to popular belief, it was best to do this on the lowest possible reserves. It would actually make the element stronger. The logic was that your element would always be as powerful as your reserves when you called upon your element, even if you were all out of reserves, you could still fight with it. However, it would also increase by one hundred percent every time your reserves increased by one percent of your total reserves.
The element would be stronger, technically speaking, if a person did this at close to their full reserves and built them back up to a higher level, but that was physically impossible since that person would be dead by the time they achieved their goal.
Harry finally had to quit his concentrating. It seemed the stomach was the worst place to get a cramp since when he opened his eyes; he was hunched over, practically kissing his ankle. It wasn't the pain, since it was no Cruciatus Curse and the pain usually went numb after a bit, it was just uncomfortable. Harry must have released some of the built up element as leaves were sticking all over him and his hair was standing up from the static electricity. Harry figured he had enough reserves to apparate back to the house and crash, so he did.
***
After Harry woke up, he used the magic meter gauge to find his reserve levels. He was currently running at ten percent, which was up eight points from the night before when he got back. It showed him that he was recovering his reserves quicker than expected. Through all the estimation math he did, which he was poor at, he would be at a hundred percent by the final owl test. He also figured that if he unlocked his element at two percent, since that was the lowest he figured he could go without going into a coma, his overall power rating at that moment would be around ninety- seven; his overall element power would be 942,300 power points. And that could only grow.
Harry again went through the same routine as the day before, this time doing thirty crunches he figured he would breeze through, but just ended up tiring his muscles out which would only make him cramp up faster. He also took his magic gauge with him to keep track of his reserve power.
It took Harry only five minutes to access the agonizing cramp from the day before, whether this was from the crunches, or he was closer to accessing his element, Harry didn't know. Harry opened his eyes just a smidge to see the counter firmly in his hand, which read Harry was at eight percent. Harry was a little mad because when he really wanted his power down, it would go at a snail's pace. He could tell he was near unlocking the element as he could see little bolts of emerald chasing each other along his body.
He quite before he totally unlocked it. He could tell he unlocked a little of his element as little lightning bolts would go off around him every now and then. It didn't matter that he unlocked his element at eight percent, since he didn't fully unlock it yet. He knew this because he couldn't control when the little bursts of lightning would go off.
Harry apparated back to the Dursley's and looked at the power counter. It read four percent. He would probably be up to twenty percent tomorrow since his power would recover a little quicker each day. It seemed his reserves would be back up to par quicker than the end of the school year.
It didn't matter to him though, it would be the highest his magic reserves would be since he started his training, and he really wanted sleep.
Harry woke up with his scar burning again. He also felt a little drained, which was a good thing. Voldemort did a lot of bitching and moaning about a recent Daily Prophet arguing that the Deatheaters are turning over a new leaf in helping out against the fight against this new `Dragon Lord.' Voldemort was going on and on about how this guy was infringing on him, since dragons were relatives of snakes and this guy was just being a copycat, so to speak. He also wasn't too happy with all the attention this new guy `Seraph' as he was calling himself, was getting. Apparently, the wizarding world was calling him `their savior,' and `the man responsible for the sudden change in the Deatheaters, since he was an angel and led the Deatheaters to see the error of their ways.' This did not please Voldemort, as they were also calling him `leader of the Angel Warriors,' that was what they were calling the Deatheaters now. It amused Harry seeing the reactions of disgust come from the Deatheaters.
Harry grabbed the magic counter, and noticed that he was only at fourteen percent. Apparently, that vision stuff zapped his reserves a little, which was fine by Harry, since he had to get his reserves down to two percent. He stuck to his daily routine of running, crunches, his sword movements, and instead of tai chi, did some kick boxing moves. After he was done, he apparated back to his room because if he did it right, he would probably be out for a few days.
It turned out that his reserves actually increased from his last measurement. They were now at sixteen percent and posed a problem for Harry. What could he do to get his reserves down? `Ah,' Harry thought, `I'm such a dummy, animagus.' Harry then transform into blitz with a pop in five seconds of concentration. He transformed back immediately and felt sluggish. He went down to eight points. He did it again, only to become quicker at changing to where it was almost instantaneous, and to four points. He wanted to get to three before he began to summon his element. What could he do now? Why practice turning into Blizzard, of course.
Harry got his body to have white, shaggy hair all over before finally reaching his desired target range. He quickly recovered his normal body, and went into his meditating form. He could feel it almost as fast as he could transform into Blitz. The cramp was overwhelming this time. Harry could feel the element seep out of the place it was at. The lights started to flicker with all the extra electricity floating around. The light bulb in his lamp suddenly busted into shards with the over powering amount of electricity around. Harry looked at his gauge counter. It read two percent and Harry still had a ways to go. `No,' Harry thought. He tried to quite, but something wouldn't let him.
He finally felt the release of the element of his element, but it was too late. Harry looked down at his gauge counter to see a one flashing before he collapsed into a murky darkness.
(AN: How was that? Sorry for the long period of absence. I've been busy. One reviewer said that Dumbledore was evil. I'm here to say that I never said Dumbledore was evil; he just has to team up with Voldemort. Anyway, let me know if you all like it. Peace).
Chapter 14: Element Practice
Harry finally woke up at around nine in the morning. He could hear Aunt Petunia cleaning the living room and her watching one of her soap opera's that she enjoyed oh so much. Harry was stiff with all the activity he went through the other day, but was happy that he wasn't as stiff as the first time he fought with Blitz. He even stayed longer in that form than the first time and went through much activity before he transformed. He was also happy at how quick he changed.
He then remembered why he had to change. The Red Death. They were extremely powerful, and were fire elementals. Harry thanked his lucky stars that none of them were forbidden elements. He thought he would never be happy to see a Deatheater, let alone the whole inner circle of Voldemort. Come to think about it, they each had there advantages. The Red Death were ruthless, powerful, and elementals. They weren't organized though, Harry noticed.
The Deatheaters were also ruthless, powerful, but expert duelers and very well organized. They knew how each other thought and had a couple of medics even so as not to fall as easily. They were also more magic based than the Red Death, which knew the muggle arts of fighting. Harry guessed a lot more knew them too, and that they would only get more powerful through more of there attacks. They also seemed to have the motto of `no one gets left behind.'
Harry looked over at the cloak Dumbledore had sent him, noticing that it didn't even have scorch marks on it. Thank God too; otherwise, Harry would have been roasted. His sword also had a few nicks in it, probably batting away spells with it. It didn't seem to have very much magical resistance. He could improve his sword at school.
Bubo started to peck Harry on the head, not holding back since he had been holding it for over the night, without waking up Harry mind you, and not being acknowledged since Harry woke up. Harry swatted at the owl, finally noticing the letter, tried to coax it back so he could remove it. Bubo finally settled down to let Harry take away the letter, but also acting real snottily. Harry noticed it was how Hermione acted after she got in a disagreement with Ron. Harry smiled to himself at the thought of his two best friends and their bickering.
He remembered the rumors flying around Gryffindor tower about them having so much sexual tension between them that they had to have very heated arguments to fight their urges. Harry had to disagree whole-heartedly though. He thought that they might get together, but it would be extremely funny to Harry when they did. It always amused him watching them fight, and with them being a couple, it was sure to escalate to big proportions.
Harry finally opened his letter, throwing the envelope on his bed, he read his letter:
`Dear Mr. Potter,
You have a wonderfully smart owl. I was just thinking about owling you when this delightful little creature showed up. Anyways, on with what I have to say, well write is about your little escapade. I'm glad you used my gift to you well. I found it quite surprising who your allies were in that battle, as I am sure you were.
I must say that you are a great warrior. However, I must make a request that you do not fight in battles that you do not need to. I understand that you needed to fight; I'm just asking you to use caution and not jump in to battle when people with more training than you are on their way.
Now off the scolding. Here is another presents of sorts. It is called the Deception Charm. I believe it will work well on your new cloak, as it would give you away in public. The charm goes, "deceptico," and should be easy enough to do wandlessly.
Good luck'
Harry recognized the loopy hand writing as Albus Dumbledore's very own. Harry didn't attend to do anymore fighting for a while. He just planned on practicing changing into Blizzard and doing more hand-to-hand combat. It was hard to practice by yourself, but Harry had read a spell that enables you to fight a replica of yourself, but he couldn't do that until he got back to school.
Harry decided to go back to bed and take a little nap, after he popped into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. After all, he was still tired. He ate his cheese sandwich, which he was so used to, and went to sleep.
***
Harry woke up with his scar burning. It turned out that Voldemort was not too thrilled with the idea of new competition vying for the new dark lord position. He also wasn't happy that Lucius summoned the inner circle, but was inwardly pleased that his inner circle whipped the competitions. However, he wasn't happy that they did it with that, `angel,' on their side. Ah, maybe he should recruit him.
Harry shook away the lingering thoughts of Voldemort, since he could still feel the snake's thought's after he woke up. Harry looked over at the brand new alarm clock he had, since the Dursleys' thought their `guardian angel' would be protecting them. It turned out to be a little before one. He was about as tired as the day before the battle, so that was an improvement. He was still stiff though.
Harry decided to run to his clearing, so as to work his bones up to performing as well as they did before the battle. He took the long way there, which turned out to be about six blocks in length. He didn't want to over exert himself after all.
Harry decided to give his animagus abilities a break, and focus on his elements and hand-to-hand combat. He warmed up with some tai chi moves that he was moving slowly at. He couldn't go very fast; otherwise, his movements didn't look fluid. He brought out his sword and did some warm ups with that also. He didn't continue very long since he didn't have an opponent. It wasn't that he couldn't work on them without an opponent, it was just very boring doing so and was really looking forward to his element practice.
Bella told him that his normal element would take about as long as apparating, and his forbidden one either twice as long, or twice as short. She also said he might get a few sparks on the first day, just not full control for about three or four days. To master `moving' in the element, you had to focus on apparating and calling on your element at the same time, and it would create a portal-like thing you could move through. She even said if it was powerful enough, you could move through anti apparation wards. Harry was happy at this fact because if he mastered it, that meant no more walking around Hogwarts.
Harry took a ten minute break before he started, taking a sip out of his water bottle. He took his shirt off, which showed some glistening muscles covered in sweat. They still weren't that big, but they were now there, which meant Harry would be walking around shirtless in Gryffindor tower. One, because it would be comfortable, at least until it got cold, and two, to see the girls blushing at him. They would have still blushed at him if he had no muscles, wizards tended to cover up a lot, so girls didn't see a lot of half-naked males walking around, but he felt more confidant with his body. Until he looked passed his chest to see his stomach had taken on a slight round shape. It looked like Harry would be doing crunches during his nights. That seemed to explain why it winded him so much when that joker from the Red Death landed a punch in his gut.
Harry sat down with is back to a tree. He closed his eyes and concentrated on what the emerald lightning meant to him as Bella said to do. He concentrated on the fluid grace it move with, the power that ran behind it. After about ten minutes, Harry could tell it was working since it felt like he had a stomach cramp. Bella said it would start working when you felt a cramp somewhere in you body. The person had to keep concentrating on the element through the pain, and when the element felt you had had enough, would release itself through your body, sapping your reserves. She said contrary to popular belief, it was best to do this on the lowest possible reserves. It would actually make the element stronger. The logic was that your element would always be as powerful as your reserves when you called upon your element, even if you were all out of reserves, you could still fight with it. However, it would also increase by one hundred percent every time your reserves increased by one percent of your total reserves.
The element would be stronger, technically speaking, if a person did this at close to their full reserves and built them back up to a higher level, but that was physically impossible since that person would be dead by the time they achieved their goal.
Harry finally had to quit his concentrating. It seemed the stomach was the worst place to get a cramp since when he opened his eyes; he was hunched over, practically kissing his ankle. It wasn't the pain, since it was no Cruciatus Curse and the pain usually went numb after a bit, it was just uncomfortable. Harry must have released some of the built up element as leaves were sticking all over him and his hair was standing up from the static electricity. Harry figured he had enough reserves to apparate back to the house and crash, so he did.
***
After Harry woke up, he used the magic meter gauge to find his reserve levels. He was currently running at ten percent, which was up eight points from the night before when he got back. It showed him that he was recovering his reserves quicker than expected. Through all the estimation math he did, which he was poor at, he would be at a hundred percent by the final owl test. He also figured that if he unlocked his element at two percent, since that was the lowest he figured he could go without going into a coma, his overall power rating at that moment would be around ninety- seven; his overall element power would be 942,300 power points. And that could only grow.
Harry again went through the same routine as the day before, this time doing thirty crunches he figured he would breeze through, but just ended up tiring his muscles out which would only make him cramp up faster. He also took his magic gauge with him to keep track of his reserve power.
It took Harry only five minutes to access the agonizing cramp from the day before, whether this was from the crunches, or he was closer to accessing his element, Harry didn't know. Harry opened his eyes just a smidge to see the counter firmly in his hand, which read Harry was at eight percent. Harry was a little mad because when he really wanted his power down, it would go at a snail's pace. He could tell he was near unlocking the element as he could see little bolts of emerald chasing each other along his body.
He quite before he totally unlocked it. He could tell he unlocked a little of his element as little lightning bolts would go off around him every now and then. It didn't matter that he unlocked his element at eight percent, since he didn't fully unlock it yet. He knew this because he couldn't control when the little bursts of lightning would go off.
Harry apparated back to the Dursley's and looked at the power counter. It read four percent. He would probably be up to twenty percent tomorrow since his power would recover a little quicker each day. It seemed his reserves would be back up to par quicker than the end of the school year.
It didn't matter to him though, it would be the highest his magic reserves would be since he started his training, and he really wanted sleep.
Harry woke up with his scar burning again. He also felt a little drained, which was a good thing. Voldemort did a lot of bitching and moaning about a recent Daily Prophet arguing that the Deatheaters are turning over a new leaf in helping out against the fight against this new `Dragon Lord.' Voldemort was going on and on about how this guy was infringing on him, since dragons were relatives of snakes and this guy was just being a copycat, so to speak. He also wasn't too happy with all the attention this new guy `Seraph' as he was calling himself, was getting. Apparently, the wizarding world was calling him `their savior,' and `the man responsible for the sudden change in the Deatheaters, since he was an angel and led the Deatheaters to see the error of their ways.' This did not please Voldemort, as they were also calling him `leader of the Angel Warriors,' that was what they were calling the Deatheaters now. It amused Harry seeing the reactions of disgust come from the Deatheaters.
Harry grabbed the magic counter, and noticed that he was only at fourteen percent. Apparently, that vision stuff zapped his reserves a little, which was fine by Harry, since he had to get his reserves down to two percent. He stuck to his daily routine of running, crunches, his sword movements, and instead of tai chi, did some kick boxing moves. After he was done, he apparated back to his room because if he did it right, he would probably be out for a few days.
It turned out that his reserves actually increased from his last measurement. They were now at sixteen percent and posed a problem for Harry. What could he do to get his reserves down? `Ah,' Harry thought, `I'm such a dummy, animagus.' Harry then transform into blitz with a pop in five seconds of concentration. He transformed back immediately and felt sluggish. He went down to eight points. He did it again, only to become quicker at changing to where it was almost instantaneous, and to four points. He wanted to get to three before he began to summon his element. What could he do now? Why practice turning into Blizzard, of course.
Harry got his body to have white, shaggy hair all over before finally reaching his desired target range. He quickly recovered his normal body, and went into his meditating form. He could feel it almost as fast as he could transform into Blitz. The cramp was overwhelming this time. Harry could feel the element seep out of the place it was at. The lights started to flicker with all the extra electricity floating around. The light bulb in his lamp suddenly busted into shards with the over powering amount of electricity around. Harry looked at his gauge counter. It read two percent and Harry still had a ways to go. `No,' Harry thought. He tried to quite, but something wouldn't let him.
He finally felt the release of the element of his element, but it was too late. Harry looked down at his gauge counter to see a one flashing before he collapsed into a murky darkness.
(AN: How was that? Sorry for the long period of absence. I've been busy. One reviewer said that Dumbledore was evil. I'm here to say that I never said Dumbledore was evil; he just has to team up with Voldemort. Anyway, let me know if you all like it. Peace).