Harry Potter and the Tainting of the Light
Chapter 2
A/N: Hmm... I don't own anything. Wow that's repetitive.
Harry woke up stiffly and got dressed in Dudley's overly large, thin shirt and running trunks. He sat on the floor of his somewhat neat room and stretched his sore legs well. He then stood up and stretched again, this time stretching different muscles. He then put on his running shoes and went for a run. Harry noticed that there wasn't much light, and it was the air was moist. He went out for 20 minutes and then turned back, running the distance in 18. Harry had been doing this for the last two weeks and slowly but steadily he was improving.
Even now his knees were aching, and his lungs felt like it was on fire. Till now Harry never considered his lungs a muscle; he never considered the constant inflating and deflating of the air in his lungs to require the lungs to do work. But as he felt the spikes of pain every time he breathed too hard, he could see how the lungs were sore from over working it. No matter, in the long run it was good.
He always knew he wasn't fit, his thin arms and build told him so every time he looked in the mirror, but he never thought himself out of shape. He thought quidditch would help him, but his position didn't really require him to have much muscle just speed and flexibility. He returned to the house and entered into his room again making enough noise from his breathing to wake the Dursleys. He literally dropped to the floor in pain and began stretching. He didn't know much about running, except that he was faster then his cousin and friend, which didn't say much, but he wasn't the only one to take it up in the mornings.
It was lucky that a muggle seemed to notice his... inexperience with the routine and the muggle helped him. The guy showed Harry how to run, how not to over stride his legs, how to position the arms to give control but not to waste energy. He also showed Harry how to stretch and what the stretch. It was a kind gesture and Harry tried thanking him but the gratitude was brushed aside.
The guy said he also had to start somewhere, and he was lucky to have started in school; he also said that Harry was rather good at sprints, as the guy had Harry do some sort of workout, but that he lacked stamina. The guy told him the schedule that he thought Harry should keep running at and to keep it up. The guy then jogged away and Harry didn't see hide or hair of him since, Harry didn't even get the guys name. Harry was done stretching by now and took a shower. He changed into clean muggle clothes and went over to his trunk. He opened his trunk to the second compartment and went into it.
The trunk closed on his way in and Harry walked over to the book shelf. He grabbed the book that he had been studying often as of late. It was the book on Occulemency and Legilmency.
The book was very thorough on its in information and Harry seemed to understand the subject of both rather well. Of course he never was able to test himself, so he didn't know if he was learning anything in the art of Occulemency or if Voldemort was keeping to himself. Yet, he understood the material well enough, he understood the information and could grasp the reasoning and theories behind the subject.
Occulemency was more organization of the mind and THEN learning to control it. Harry had no doubt that his will was strong, he stood up to fake Moody and Voldemort under their Imperius Curse, but he knew that his organization of the mind, whatever that meant, was rather poor. At least that was when he first started, now he stored the information in his mind like books in a library. He had memories by section within sections and even more detailed sections within those sections. It helped Harry also bring out information faster, and he guessed that it would definitely help him in school.
He was rather proud of himself at how he progressed; the rest of the process of Occulemency for Harry was easy. The trouble at first, the book explained, was if you looked at the mind in a metaphoric sense, if a person had a room scattered with "books" here and there, and there is a "robber" trying to steal one of the "books," because of the disorganization, the person doesn't know what the "thief" is looking for. However if the person has the "books" in sections, then he or she can figure out what the person is looking for and prevent it. If the person is powerful, the correct phrase being willful, enough, then the person can even trick the "robber" and provide false "books," being lies or forcing the "robber" to view the wrong memories.
Legilmency was, instead of being the guarder of the "books," to be the "robber." The "robber" knew exactly, or rather vaguely, what he wanted to steal. He knew the "books" color, size, etc. After all it was the "robber" who was doing the robbing. Anyhow, there are many types of "robbery," as the book told. There is the outright forceful breaking in of the "library," the sneaking in of the "library," though it takes longer and is rather mind- boggling to master, and there is the window shopping for any "books."
The last part was the most intriguing part; it required the no wand, no incantations, no movement or indication of any kind from the "robber." The thief just needed eye contact with the person, and if the person had weak organization of the mind, in other words not having mastered Occulemency, then the person sort of projects their thoughts out of their eyes. The memories aren't exactly shot into the viewers head, it was more like projecting emotions and very vague information of the memory. Very useful to tell for lies with questions.
Whoever said that the eyes were the windows to a person's soul wasn't kidding. That is another thing with Occulemency. The art of Occulemency itself was to protect the mind of all its memories, its content, therefore a skilled person at Occulemency wouldn't "leak" any of his or her thoughts. So in reality Occulemency had no magic behind it, just the will of the mind. That was why Harry had such a hard level to understand it; Harry was expecting some sort of magic to be helping him defend himself against Snape's intrusions.
Naturally with Occulemency the person should learn to not only keep their emotions in check, but to also have full control over it. Use it to their advantage, if you will, but never let it control the person. Feed off of the anger, but never be addicted to it.
Harry was pleased at how easily he got the book's information and actually understood it. But he couldn't test it, which was the annoying part. He couldn't just go "Legilimens" to himself. He wouldn't do it to his relatives, although he very well wanted to. He didn't want to push himself on how much magic he could do without them going over the top. He explicably told and showed the Dursley, as soon as he returned from Diagon Alley, that he could do magic and they backed off.
He just didn't know if using it on them would go unchallenged by them or the Ministry. Harry didn't actually fear the Dursley, but he feared how much information they could give Dumbledore and the Ministry if he showed them the magic that he did. No doubt the idiots will wonder how he learned such advanced magic. That would lead to investigation, and that was a no- no.
Harry just sighed and put down the book; he had memorized it by heart now and got another book. This was also a book that he was studying hard. It wasn't really teaching any spells, but it explained the theory behind magic. It was an interesting book that gave a new found understanding of magic.
Harry knew that magic wasn't just wand waving and casting spells; he just didn't know what it really was. However the book was most useful in finding the answer to Harry's question.
Magic is in itself just a form of energy that can be tapped by those of magical blood. This book does not give the history of how magical being came to be, for this writer truly does not know, and has speculations as wild as any other.
I will however go into my feeling of disgust for people who are in their late 20's and beyond and are still using their wands for everything. Wands in the olden days, at the time where wands weren't everyday tools held by every witch and wizard in existence, were just a tool to help new apprentices to get a grasp at the foreign art of magic. It was to help the novices, whom have never felt their own magical core, get the feeling of magic before they learned how to do it without any focuses.
In truth, that is what wands truly are, focuses. Wands only help the wild and hard to tame fury that is magic be easier to tap. The wands nowadays are not only to help the tapping of the magic easier, but it also concentrates the magic so that magic is more stable. If the wand were to be used metaphorically, the wand is like a magnifying glass. To those that do not know what a magnifying glass is, too bad. It is something muggle, so stuck-up purebloods won't know and I don't care. If the reader is such a niave prejudice person that you can't accept and learn not only of the magical world but the muggle world, then I wouldn't even want you to read this.
Well back onto subject, if you know what a magnifying glass is then you have no doubt seen it used to focus the sunlight as a hot beam. Now as for that to happen, the sun provides the energy and the magnifying glass merely focuses it and directs it so that the power coming from the sun is more controlled.
The wand does not provide the energy; it only serves as a lazy and easier way to use the magic within magical people's own blood. Now I'm not saying that wands are horrible, even I can see the uses of wands. It is great for an introductory to magic, but it served to cripple those learning the arts of magic for this generation and many more to come. It is only because people were lazy that they still use wands today for simple and pathetically easy magic. It is not as if magic without a wand is unheard of, magic without a wand is evident for every witch and wizard who lost control of their emotions at such a young age.
The book had more of the Author's opinions and whatnot, but it took a while before actually getting to the good part. Harry was in the last sections of the book, where the author stated that, after reading his ranting that the reader must actually know the full theory behind magic by now and how to do it without a wand.
Then the Author went on and explained how to actually DO Wand-less Magic. To be told the truth it wasn't all that special in theory. It just required the user to have a strong and well focused mind. It also needed much practice to help rid the habits brought on by using wand magic. It also told the user to go slow, first to go Silent Magic, which was to use magic without saying the spell. Silent Magic was more difficult then regular spell casting, and the author stated that it was to help build a bridge to slowly but surely move the reader to the complexity of Wand-less Magic.
To do Silent Magic, the user must say the incantation within the user's head. In truth, incantations weren't needed; however it helped those using it remember things much easier. It was much better to label magic also, so that spells could be taught to others. Now obviously saying spells within the person's head wasn't as easy as it sounded. If it were, people would be using Silent Magic everywhere. No, the user must fully believe in the concept of Silent Magic, and the fact that the user can actually do it. For Harry, it was like casting the Patronus correctly for the first time. After he knew he could cast it, it was possible. Magic was only limited by the person's own mind. That was why Silent Magic was so rare. Not many believed Silent Magic even possible, but when they do see people do it, they think that the person is somehow special and only a rare few has the possibility of doing it.
There were pros and cons with Silent Magic. Silent Magic would definitely help with the victim not knowing what spells were cast and that the user wouldn't have to exhaust him-self wasting breath on spells. The con was that, those rare that succeeded in Silent Magic didn't cast spells as powerful as normal, albeit there were some of the older, more knowledgeable people who knew of the concepts behind magic, like Dumbledore and Voldemort. It wasn't that Silent Magic limited the magic, but the person limited themselves.
Emotions were very important in magic and when the person used Vocal Magic they expressed their emotions behind the spell. However when a person used Silent Magic, they seemed to have their emotions TOO controlled or not use it behind their spells at all. I wasn't that hard to imagine, rarely when people think to themselves will they hear their own thoughts speaking with anger or anything, usually it's more of drowning like Binns. Yet emotions behind spells were obvious. Patronus's only worked with extreme happy thoughts, and Harry's spells came out much more powerful when he was pissed off.
After the user accomplished that, the user was to go onto not using his wand and trying out loud magic. For Wand-less Magic, the user must imagine that user was the wand himself. The user must realize that magic flowed through the person's blood and that the user controlled it. Then they must feel the magic within themselves and bring it out through an exit of there choosing. That is because when carrying a wand the wand acts as a flush point for the magic. It is also straight and thin to help direct the magic that exerts from the body and shoot it out in a more space confined level.
The person must first get a hang of "touching" there magic. After they can do it in a second thought they person must then direct the magic that they were touching out. It could be from anywhere: hand, feet, eyes. At first, the author said, the user was to only get used to bring the magic out without casting spells. Usually magic that didn't have spells behind it took the form of physical force. So when the magic is exerted from the body the user will probably destroy something. After the user is well used to exerting the magic, the user must then have an incantation, or a purpose behind the magic.
After actually controlling the unstable and rather abrupt magic, the next step was to so wandless magic with Silent Magic. The concept was simple enough. Do what the user did before with wand this time just without..
Harry was barely getting the concept of wandless magic. He already got the hang of Silent Magic and he even got his spells to have the same strength as normal. He couldn't cast really complex spells like the Patronus, but he got the spells such as stunners. Not only was he learning more about magic, but his knowledge of spells was growing also.
He read many of the books that held information on many advanced spells. Harry was also reading his Dark Arts book. As much as he was impressed with his own progress he wasn't going fast enough. He had only two more weeks before he returned to Hogwarts and he didn't think that he could train completely unnoticed. Sure he could go into his trunk but that would become suspicious.
Harry growled in annoyance. He started casting spells with his Holly wand in his left arm. The spells were weaker then his right obviously, but he was improving. He could even cast the advanced stunner that would knock out a person for an hour unless someone either equally or more powerful could undo it. He started casting spells with his Elder wand. He enjoyed the feeling of complete control the wand gave him. He always felt the cold chill from the wand. He never noticed it from his Holly wand but it must have been because he was so used to it.
Now that he thought of it Harry always felt calmer and more secure when he gripped his Holly wand. Harry always thought it must have been the fact that he wasn't defenseless anymore, but maybe that wasn't the real reason. It didn't matter, he also tried the Amber wand but it wasn't great for many of the charms and curses. But it was still decent, good enough to fire off a stunner and shields.
Harry then tried to use both of his wands to fire curses faster. He worked rather well, but the only limitation was the fact that he couldn't think of two different spells or the same spell at intervals of each other. He could shoot spells out of both his wands but the fact remained that the output seemed the same. Each beam of light was considerably more dim then his original spell. It didn't provide any advantage other then he wouldn't have to keep flicking his wand back and forth between multiple opponents.
Harry also had been practicing his aiming. It wasn't bad, considering that he never really practiced it, it was rather good. However as he fired repetitive curses it got sloppy and it anything but his target. There was also the annoyance that he couldn't really see the effects of his spells. He knew that if it came out of his wand that it has some sort of the spells purpose behind it. But for all Harry knew some of his more vicious curses could have just tickled his opponents.
Harry really hated the lack freedom at the muggles. He really wished he was at Hogwarts, even though every year he went there seemed to be some sort of twisted fairy tale. He sighed and read through another book that held information on spells.
He had already finished another book that he brought from Potter's vault. He didn't know how he was taking in so much information and retaining the knowledge but he wasn't complaining. Maybe because Harry actually had a motivation to learn he does. Maybe he had the smarts all along just never tried. Still that didn't mean anything. He was picking up spells in matter of minutes, even when he tried incredibly hard to learn the Accio Spell it took the better part of a whole day.
Harry was continuing to study and cast spells when the there was a knock on the figurative door of the trunk. Harry put his books down and walked back up the stairs and opened the trunk. Harry walked out half-expecting his uncle or something but was surprised to find Hedwig flying in front of him acting annoyed.
Harry laughed at how smart his owl was and put out his hand for Hedwig. She landed on it and handed him mail. That was rather strange, no one had contacted him for the whole summer via owl and he sent his last reply to the 3 day message a day ago. He didn't know if it could have been a trap, but the fact that Hedwig brought it made him feel better.
She was too smart to allow someone with ill intentions to send Harry mail. He opened the letter to find a short letter.
Grab your all your stuff and make sure you have everything, by 2000. Hold the letter. Don't have your wand up your arse boy or else... M.E.M.
Harry knew that it had to be Moody, the comment and the initials were a dead giveaway. 1400 was also a muggle expression and no death eater would know it. Supposedly used in the military and that meant he had... 10 minutes?
'Hold the letter' must mean a portkey set on timer. Harry opened his trunk and told Hegwig to fly around until she knew where he was. He didn't know how but she seemed to always find him. Harry saw Hedwig leave and placed the cage into his second compartment. The place was more cluttered then before because he emptied everything out of his old trunk, trashing his past clothing, and placed them into the first compartment.
He took out the robe Sirius gave him and put it on. He already keyed the robe to him in the past week and set the color as black for now. Harry also keyed his daggers that were still in sheath, and he was attaching the daggers to his belt on either sides of his body. He found out that the daggers had a magical attachment charm like his wand holster. Speaking of wand holster, he attached his Holly to his right wrist and decided to have the Elder on his left. He put the Amber on his right leg and took off his running shoes.
He put on his dragon hide boots, which seemed to cover the sight of the holster rather well. It still gave him enough grabbing space to draw the wand quickly, but not blatantly stating that he had a back up wand. He checked to see if he had everything. He had his Griffin Earring where he found a charm to pierce his left ear, Grim Ring, Dragon Necklace, Dragon Robe, threw wand holster with three wands, watch that he still needed to find a set place to make a portkey to, and his trunk. He changed his trunk to another ring and placed it on his left index finger. Harry then held the portkey waiting for him to be transported to god-knows-where.
Harry suspected it might be Grimmaulds Place, but with Moody's paranoia he could go to Siberia. He looked to his watch and saw that he had a...
'Guess the watch is a second to slow.' Harry thought as he was portkeyed from his home. He landed rather abruptly but didn't fall. Wherever the hell he was it was pretty dark and he couldn't see much. Then it happened... The sight from his right eye seemed to lighten up. It had a greenish tint on everything, almost the pictures of what the muggles called night vision. He guessed this was an extra present from Mrs. Zabani.
'Could have given me a warning.' Harry thought.
'Oh but she did, don't you remember, she said that you'll "never" go blind again.' His inner voice said.
Harry focused on his surroundings and wasn't very pleased with what he saw. He was surrounded by three hooded people covered in black robes pointing wand at where his head would be. He didn't have time to look through the cloak because he immediately went for his wand. A wand from one person poked his head as his hand twitch. Apparently Harry was very predictable to whoever just poked his head.
The hooded figure pulled off his hood to that it was Moody. Harry didn't know if this was the real Moody or the another fake one. Moody took the iniative and asked, "Which compartment was I locked up in, 4th year?"
"7th." Harry said, and then asked, "What do I always call you that gets you so agitated?"
"Professor." Moody said.
The three with the wands lowered it. Harry vaguely noted that Moody's was still pointing at Harry, namely at his crotch.
The other two took off their hoods to reveal Moony and Tonks.
Moony asked, "Where's your stuff? You didn't leave it did you?"
"Don't worry Moony, I have it. So how are we going to get to wherever we're supposed to go?" Harry asked.
"Broom." Tonks answered.
"I don't have my broom." Harry said. He rather thought the Order should know so why would they go by broomstick?
"Here's your broomstick Potter." Moody said throwing Harry his Firebolt that he seemed to have taken out from his robes.
"Thanks." Harry and company flew off after Moody cast a illusionment charm like he did last year, and they ended up doing the crazy flight pattern as before. This time it wasn't so bad to Harry. He guessed that the robes that Sirius got had an automatic warming potion.
The group landed in front of the street full of houses, but this time Harry could see the house. They walked in carefully almost having there entrance spoilt by Tonks. Luckily Harry grabbed her around the waste to prevent her from making a ruckus.
"Thanks Harry." Tonks whispered, ever so embarrassed at her klutz-ness.
Harry just gave Tonks a small smile, which she assumed was because of the fear of waking the old hag. While that was partly true, Harry was more quite because he was depressed about being here. He knew that if anyone was looking they could tell from his face, so he pulled up the poker face that he'd been practicing alone with his Occulemency.
Harry walked into the dining room remembering the first time he got there. The night where he met Sirius again... All the pent up emotions that Harry had been trying to ignore were coming back to him again. He sighed never noticing the worried looks two of his three other companions gave him. Even Moody looked oddly accepting of Harry's current disturbance.
Harry set down on one of the chairs in the dining table and looked to his travel weary companions.
"So what's going to happen now?" Harry asked.
"Today or night for that matter you can rest. No one else is here but the occasional order members."
"Why isn't the Weasleys here like they were last year?"
"Last year they were more vulnerable the return of the Dark Lord was sudden, and everyone was in a rush to organize. The Weasleys and many of the other old members were thought to be one of the highest targets, the Weasleys more so because of their connections to you oh also that muggle girl Granger. It was a mess so we had to improvise. But this year we're more prepared, we had a full year of relatively peaceful time to set up defenses contact for help and what not. So by now the Weasleys have their house protected and there will be no need to bring them here. Besides we're here to train you in secret not let everyone know about your secret training."
"What do you mean train me? Train me like you did last year? What the fuck is so important for you to waste your VALUEBLE time on a child this year?" Harry asked.
"Well in case you didn't know laddie, I had already been wasting my time with you last year. I was one of your summer watchers, stinking lot that did." Moody said.
"Fine, so what'll I learn from you all anyways. I can guess Moody and Moony but why Tonks?" Harry asked.
"Oy!" Tonks said looking annoyed. "I'll happen to let you know just because you got me in one fight at Gringotts doesn't mean you're better then me or anything!"
"He got you in a fight?" Moody's normal eye looking at Tonks, who blushed, and his blue eyes looking at Harry.
Harry snorted. "It was hardly a fight, but what I was asking was, what can I learn from a relatively new Auror that I can't learn from the person considered the best and more paranoid Auror in the First Rise?"
"Well I'm here to help also, not many of your fights will be one-on-one, and so I'll be there to simulate a two-on-one, with Remus joining even for some three-on-one fights. There would be others more qualified then me to help, but I'm the most expendable out of the order. Also Moody isn't really with a job right now, nor is Remus that's why there going to be helping right now. They have the most leisure time." Tonks said, with Remus and Moody looking slightly uncomfortable with their lack of a formal occupation being blatantly stated.
"Well laddie, just to help clear things up, I'll be teaching you fighting technic. All sorts of them actually, from a formal, dirty, one-on-one, 10- on-one, and a hopeless situation." Harry snorted at how Moody labeled a 10- on-one and hopeless as a different category. "I'll also be teaching you many of the spells used by both the Aurors and Death Eaters in the First Rise.
Lupin will teach you more about Dark creatures. Need to know more then the load of dung you learn at your school to survive. Tonks will... help me sometimes, maybe the Aurors came up with some new spells to help them that I don't know." Moody snorted at this thinking it highly unlikely.
"Occasionally we will have duel, but you'll never know what type you going into. Lupin and Tonks will always be there and might step in anytime, sometimes others will join also. Now go rest we'll start tomorrow."
It seemed Moody's meaning of the word "occasionally" was rather off from the dictionary's term of the word as Harry was learning from dueling everyday, twice a day, for the last past week from being at Grimmauld's place. There was a week to go for school and it seemed as if Moody was picking up the pace. The first day Harry only had one duel, but two almost every other days. His schedule went from waking up, breakfast, dueling, lunch, dueling, learning from Moody and occasionally Tonks, and learning from Remus. Whatever free time Harry had, he spent it studying in his trunk.
At the moment as Harry stepped into the "torture" room as Harry called it, it would be his second time dueling right after having lunch. Tonks wasn't here to today seeing as she had to keep up doing her work. Today it seemed as if Kingsley was taking her place. Remus was also there, and in the middle of the room already waiting was Moody.
"Aye lad, you've improve greatly from when you first came in here. Now you might actually stand a chance at not having you buttocks blown off if you face those scums again." Moody said. "But you only have a week till school, and I am not sure you're ready to finish training in a week at this pace. So we will rush it even more. You will have a duel with three of us every time, and we won't hold back." Here Moody looked at the other two and they both nodded. Remus albeit a little hesitantly.
Harry stepped in front of Moody. The standard rules apllied where Harry couldn't attack his other "enemies" until they stepped onto the mat that was set up. It was supposed to make Harry more wary of constant attack without warning.
Harry and Moody didn't bow, seeing as how Moody explained it was no duel. He said it was a practice for a fight for Harry's life. Harry stepped a little off to his right waiting for the fight to start. Harry was never allowed to make the first move, he had to wait for the first attack, as Moody explained that in most situations the Death Eater would be the one attacking Harry first.
With incredible speed for such an old and haggard looking man, Moody sent a spell to Harry. He didn't say anything, and the first time Harry was so surprised at Moody's easy perfection with Silent Casting that he got himself hit. This time Harry was prepared and dodged.
The first thing he learned from Moody in his daily tactic's study, was to dodge first and block second. It wasn't such a problem for Harry whose instincts were still somewhat muggle and it became a habit for him to do it.
Moody explained that Harry might often lose his wand and if Harry got the instinct of jumping aside first, Harry wouldn't be as fazed as if he didn't have a wand to block the incoming spell. Moody also explained that shielding took much more energy then dodging and often times spell that were sent in fights were powerful enough to break most shields that the user could quickly cast.
Moody had already expected Harry to dodge and sent a spell to Harry's right. It was supposedly a wizard and witches habit to dodge to the right, if they were right handed because it helped the person keep their eyes on their opponent. This was because most one-on-one fighting had the person standing sideways from the opponent in order to lesson the target's target area.
Harry knew that it was too late to dodge the second spell so he opted to shield it. A hazy shield managed to appear. It broke but was able to deflect the spell somewhat off target. Harry's robes caught fire and he cursed. Harry threw off the robe while trying to dodge Moody's spells.
Harry had chosen to not wear the robes Sirius got him because he wanted to train under normal conditions because he would have an edge in real fighting, but if he chose to train with it, it would be more of a crutch. Harry still wore a robe, knowing that he needed to get the real feel of it in a duel to get used to it. From what Moody said, many of the incoming Aurors back then didn't learn that lesson and ended up getting restrained by their robes or tripping over them in a real fight. Not many got to have a chance to learn from their mistakes either.
Harry had also taken off his necklace, earring, and rings. Harry didn't want any unlikely chance for a stray spell to harm the earing and rings, while for the necklace was because Harry didn't want to rely on it. Harry had his extra wands knowing that he would get used to using it in a real fight, rather then using it in desperation. For the most part Harry saved his second wand until a second person came in.
Harry could "feel" a spell coming from behind him. Harry didn't know how it happened, but it seemed that Harry's constant paranoia at the fighting room helped develop a sixth sense, or an extra high sensitivity to incoming magic. Harry shot a rather vicious cutting curse at Moody, while at the same time ducking and point his left hand that had his now drawn wand shooting a blasting curse at the incoming fighter.
Harry did it all in one smooth motion suprising the new dueler who was Kingsley. It was Kingsley first time dueling Harry, and Harry guessed he was underestimated. Harry quickly follow the half spin with a full spin shooting a elemental lighting spell at Kingsley and pointing his left wand at Moody.
It seemed that Moody dodged the curse and was already well on his was to sending a curse back at Harry. Harry shot the lighting spell at Moody, while still holding the lighting spell aimed at Kingsley. Harry could see the electricity, which was a blinding white, dimish it's potency as it turned moldy yellow.
The spell had hit Kingsley by now, who never expected such an advanced elemental curse from Harry, was shouting in pain. It might have also been because of the fact that Golden-Boy Potter had used Dark Arts. Moody however was ready, and he conjured a stone wall in front of the electricity.
That was the main weakness with the spell, while any other spell would have damaged the conjured wall, which even his stunner would have broken due to it's haste at being conjured, his lightning held all the physical properties of electricity so it didn't damage the wall at all, it was just absorded by the wall. There was also the beauty at how the element spells were also amplified by other physical properties such as water and that magical shields didn't block it. Harry didn't bother keeping the spell up at Moody and released it.
Harry, while concentrating hard at keeping the curse at Kingsley up, focused incredibly hard at sending a spike of pure magic at Moody. In all consideration the spell was basically a blasting curse but more... tempermental. The magic wasn't shot in a focused beam, but rather as a wave of energy. It quickly crumbled the wall Moody sent up but he found that Moody wasn't there.
Harry cursed while jumping aside from a curse from Remus. Harry let go of his spell on Kingsley who twitched a little before slumping on the floor after being it with the spell for 2-3 seconds. Harry figured that Moody had gone under the illusion spell and moved to another location when Harry was too focused on keeping up two different types of magic at the same time.
Although the pure magic, wasn't really a spell, it still required concentration to send a second, different form of magic while electrocuting Kingsley. Harry shot a blinding spell around himself and that bought him a second's worth of time. Harry spun like a ballerina while shoot water out of both his wand. He heard a splash relatively close to him and distinctly before the noise of water hitting the floor. It was behind him and Harry sent a stunner absent mindedly at Remus who dodged.
The blinding spell wasn't long lasting but gave time to the user. Also the fact only closing the eye lids were a defense to it, and considering that any flash of the light will blind anyone seeing it but the user, even if for a mili second, it was dead useful.
Harry's water charm was also very thoughtful. He read the idea from a book that discussed the pros and cons of many different types of magic, illusions and elementals being one of them. Illusions were only to trick the light, which had no physical form, and elemental magic was under physical magic and perfect for dispelling or rendering the illusion less then useful.
He put it to good use as Moody was dripping wet even under the illusion charm. It was a rather odd sight but Harry pressed his advantage as he shot the lightning spell once again, both at Moody and Moony. Moody didn't react in time still soaked from the water, clearly not expecting such a thing from Harry, which Harry found amusing considering Moody's "CONSTANT VIGILANTY" motto. Moony as he expected was able to dodge, but Harry dragged the lighting towards him.
This was also one of the great things about continious physical magic. It was a straight beam good for one shot. Harry could hold it and direct it at his blessing. Moody got hit with the lightning charm, Harry now downed all three of his opponent. Harry was most wrong as he got hit with an arm twisting charm.
Harry's curses fell under the pain of having his right arm twisted and having bone splintering out. Obviously his attacker, who was Kingsley getting back up from being electrocuted, put a little too much power into the charm. It was supposed to make his arm twist painfully and make in lose focus, not usually breaking his arm like a twig.
It was Harry's own fault for underestimating Kingsley, well Harry never underestimated him, but he should have been more wary of the downed Auror. The Auror was obviously tough, getting back up from having his body fried under Harry's Lightning Spell for three second and getting up in less than 5 seconds.
Harry still had his left arm fully functional and he decided not to waste what valuable time was left. The others could attack Harry anytime and a three-on-one with a broken arm was never a good thing.
Harry started firing curses drastically more advanced then even graduates of the Auror Academies, but this time Kingsley wasn't underestimating Harry. He traded blow for blow with Harry sending spell Harry only read about.
By now the other two were fully conscious and the three of them held Harry down with so many barrages of spells that Harry could only manage a defensive. Harry was soon knocked out in the quick fashion all Harry's duels were.
Harry woke up and looked around; he noticed he was in a bed situated in the middle of a small room. He then noticed that his right arm was fixed. Harry then saw his two instructors, without Kingsley, looking at Harry with indifferent eyes. Like always, after the duel came the evaluation from the instructors.
While Remus gave congratulations on his performance, Moody just criticized him. Although Moody did grudgingly admit that the trick with the light and water was nice.
Harry got up from the bed he was in and walked outside the room with Moody to the lecture room. There Harry sat down on the floor as Moody taught him many details about the First War that was hard to find even in books.
Moody acted frighteningly like his fake counterpart did. Moody walked around Harry, constantly pacing as if to distract Harry, with the same wary stance and Harry swore that Moody even mumbled the same things that the fake one did in class. It was scary to see how good the impostor was able to act out Moody; who knew how many more could be impostors?
It was a long while before Harry was finished with Moody's lesson; he even learned some rather nice offensive spells from Moody, which he mastered rather quickly. Moody then left and Harry waited for Remus to enter the room. The door opened and Harry looked up expecting Remus, yet he was disappointed.
However the figure at the door was not Remus. Rather an old man looking like he was on the brink of death. Dumbledore's weariness only increased as he saw Harry's expression to his entrance.
"Yes, headmaster?" Harry asked curtly. It was Harry's first time seeing him all summer, not that Harry wished to see more of Dumbledore.
"Harry, I'm here to discuss about some rather interesting news I've been hearing about you. There is also the fact that I'm here to give you a, what's that muggle expression- "heads down?" no is it a "head's up?", well it doesn't matter, but I'm here to discuss with you what has been going on with the wizarding world."
Harry just looked at Dumbledore, waiting for him to continue. Dumbledore conjured a chair with the wave of his hand. This time Harry focused intently on how Dumbledore did it. Harry saw his expression was one who was most at ease. Dumbledore didn't seem fazed in the slightest.
Conjuring chairs was a rather difficult magic done even with a wand, the fact that Dumbledore could do it wandless alone was impressive. Dumbledore sat in front of Harry who was sitting on the floor. Harry didn't like the fact that he had to look up to the Headmaster; Harry felt almost as if he was small boy ready to be lectured for something wrong.
"Well Harry, I have been hearing that you have been accomplishing some rather powerful spells. It isn't that you can do it Harry, I know that you are powerful, your patronus is no doubt proof of that, but that fact that you are learning such powerful magic rather quickly is the raise of some curious eyebrows. I'm also hearing that you are using some rather advanced dark arts." Here Dumbledore looked at Harry over his moon shaped glasses as if berating a child.
Harry snorted, "There is no such thing as light-", Dumbledore looked pained at the comment remembering the man now monster who spoke the same beginning phrase years ago, ",-magic or dark magic." Dumbledore looked 10 years younger at the end of his sentence. "Magic is a tool, with only the wielder defining the art of the magic. Many of the 'DARK,'" Here Harry was sarcastic, ", magic are only considered dark because of the power needed behind the curse. Because of the fact that so few can do it, jealousy from the majority of the weak, average population and especially most of the leaders, who are usually near squibs, which I find rather amusing, outlaw the magic. I'm rather surprised that the Patronus Charm wasn't labeled a dark art."
"You'd be surprised at how often the liability of the Charm has been called into question in this century. Yet it is because of the amazingly pure background and reason needed for the use of the charm that no one in their right mind would ban such a powerful magic that is used to chase known dark creatures away. The fact that to achieve the Charm the intent must be brought forth only by pure happiness and joy is also a bonus."
"Right..." 'I truly didn't need to know that...' Harry thought, "-well, about my ability to learn spells so easily, I truly don't know how I can. Most of the spells I read, I memorize the concept in a matter of minutes and cast it in just the same amount of time. It seems almost as if I already knew the spell. There are still a few that I can't grasp and I struggle to learn it like I would under normal times at school." Harry said.
Dumbledore looked as if expecting this. "I believe I know the reason Harry... Remember when I told you about how you received your rather interesting ability with snakes?" Harry nodded. "Well I believe that the gift of being a Parselmouth wasn't the only thing Voldemort transferred unto you that tragic night. It seems that he transferred his knowledge also... I do not know to what extent, though I believe everything till the point of hitting you with the curse has been locked away in your head."
"But that makes no sense, I was Parselmouth even before Hogwarts, but when I came here I was struggling with just passing school." Harry reasoned.
"Yes that is true, but did you know that being a Parselmouth requires only the most minuscule of magic? Even squibs can do it, considering that they either inherited the gene or like you somehow received the gift. Let me explain though, because of the tiny amount of magic necessary to use parselmouth even when you were a child, you were able to accomplish it.
However it is my firm belief that the knowledge Tom accidentally implanted within your head is still there rather confined. I also believe that it requires a rather large amount of power to free the knowledge from its confines and release its knowledge to the rest of head. That is why you didn't experience any changes until now Harry."
"What's so special about now?" Harry asked.
"Oh dear me, I almost forget how little you know about the magical world..." Here Harry glared at Dumbledore who had the shame to look guilty.
"How do you forget something that was the result of your own act?" Harry asked spitefully.
"Harry, I truly thought that going to the muggles would be the best for you... I truly did..." Dumbledore sighed at Harry's disbelieving look.
"Just get on with your explanation Dumbledore. I don't care for your excuses, we will have to tolerate each other till Tom's dead, but that doesn't mean I trust you for anything past that." Harry said.
Dumbledore sighed, "Well Harry, every child born to our world knows..." Here Dumbledore's left eye twitched. "...Well around the time you reach puberty, your magic also goes through its puberty. That is why there is such a spike of power difference from the 3rd years and 5th years, even if you may not have noticed it. But you see Harry; it is around that time is where most people's puberty starts. However I am guessing that your puberty is rather late, though from the look of things, you're into the stages of puberty already." Dumbledore said looking at Harry.
Harry understood what he meant about the puberty part. Harry noticed that he seemed to have grown a bit. What was left of his baby fat was gone, and he was about 5'9 now. Harry looked up at Dumbledore to continue explaining.
"Well it is also wise to note for future reference, that before puberty hits, emotions are in their extremes. Even when a person is in puberty it is nothing like the year before their actual puberty starts. Well anyhow, as your magic goes through puberty, it spikes up at an enormous rate.
Some researchers believe that puberty of the magic cause's puberty of the body, it is speculated that the magic of a person is under best condition if the body is in the best condition. That is why between the ages of 15 and 30 are considered the most powerful time of a wizard and witch. Even muggles you see, have very, very faint traces of magic that could affect their bodies to reach puberty. But after that, the person's magic diminishes, albeit really slowly, but it does not rise again naturally.
Well now that you have reached puberty your magic is rising at a rather spectacular rate, and with the level you have now you can access past the block that seems to be surrounding the knowledge."
"But then why don't I just know things, why must I read something for something I should already know?" Harry asked, hating the lack of knowledge and having to resort to asking Dumbledore.
"Ah, I speculate that while your magic is high, it is not high enough to break the block that surrounds Tom's knowledge completely. I believe that as time goes by you will, but as of now you seem to have made a "hole" in the block. That is why you must review something to remember, you are in fact reaching through the hole for knowledge after you know what to look for. I believe that many sudden events will serve as "reminders" that will bring about the knowledge from within the walls un-expectantly." Dumbledore said looking thoughtful.
"You said you think Voldemort transferred all his knowledge, does that mean his memory of everything he did in life before... that day?" Harry asked mortified.
"Yes... I believe so... I am sorry that you will most likely watch his torturing and meetings of the past. At the time it seems that only facts are passed on, but I truly believe that after a while you will receive images foreign to you that are the life of Tom Riddle. I hope that by the time you do break the walls, you will be mature enough to be able to deal with it. Just know that whenever you need it, I'm here to help Harry." Dumbledore said making sure Harry looked into his eyes. "So it seems that Tom has transferred just about everything but his soul to you Harry..."
"So... any other gifts or talents that he had 15 years ago, I would have?" Harry asked.
"Yes... I do believe that when you have reach a certain magical power level that it will be so. But it might take a long time, many of the magic that Voldemort wielded had a great deal of power needed behind it."
"So then why can't I use wandless magic?" Harry asked.
"You are trying to master wandless magic? Well I dare say do you have any progress in it?"
'Shit! Oh well he'll have found out sooner or later' Harry thought. "Yeah, I can summon things, it comes slowly but surely."
"Ah... Did you know it takes many several years to get to that level of Wandless Magic? And it took you a week, two weeks tops?" Dumbledore said.
"Yeah... crazy, so I don't really even have to study for school materials!" Harry said excitedly.
Dumbledore laughed, happy that Harry still had some child in him. "You are ever the one with good priorities. However because of your rather... unfair advantage you have over others, I will make you have to make it up. I will require you to come to my office for personal training every... let's say Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. Many of the things that Voldemort knew, you will have to re-learn, and I think I may be able to help you in that."
"Really?" Harry asked warily. While Harry admitted he needed the lessons, he saw the lessons as a way for Dumbledore to somehow manipulate him more then he already did.
"Yes, I do say you must train... Harry I truly am sorry for last year... I only did what I saw was best..." Dumbledore said looking his age once again.
"Save it professor, maybe you did what you thought was best, but it doesn't mean you did what was best. Or maybe it was, maybe a child's opinion and welfare isn't worth as much as the welfare of the wizarding worlds. After all, when has it ever mattered for the tool of the 'Light' to be seen past its physical condition? When has the wizarding world ever asked the child before labeling the boy as the "Boy-Who-Lived" and automatically expecting him to fight Voldemort. While at the same time at the slightest act of doubt, will unleash a hell storm of betrayal, slander, and backlash?"
"Not everyone thought that Harry." Dumbledore said sadly.
"That's the problem! I don't know who to hate for believing me at one minute, and sending me hate mails the next! I wish I had everyone's opinion at front and out in the open last year!"
"And then what Harry? If they die you'll spit on their graves, or maybe go to their house and mocked them on how you were right?" Dumbledore asked proving a good point.
"Maybe I should! Why should I even try to fight for the bastards! If I had a vision to might save them, maybe I should keep it in check!" Harry asked raving.
Dumbledore sighed, "Harry... I know life isn't fair, and the trials life seems to put you through is harsh, but you should rethink your ways. You can't expect universal support or loyalty. Everyone is intitled to faults, and it is not the public's fault for wanting to go for the easy path and not believing in the truth."
"But it is their fault! They're weak and they would rather face denial then the truth! They would slander those that stand for the truth just so that their fantasy world is intact!" Harry said.
"Are you saying Harry, that you have never made a mistake? That you have never judged others?" Dumbledore asked looking at Harry piercingly.
"I did but..." Harry faltered. "They're still bastards, the lot of them." Harry seethed.
"Harry, I have also gone through what you have gone through... From my age and experience holding grudges will not lead you to a happy life. You should forgive and try to forget. If at best ignore the person." Dumbledore said.
"You can't possibly mean that for everyone... What about Tom?" Harry asked.
"Yes what about Tom? I admit I do have disappointment for such a fine student, but his past has been laid with grief and prejudice. His mother died and his father abandoned him. He lived in an orphanage that beat him and starved him. Hogwarts was his salvation, yet even his own house was tormenting him for his blood... I can't help but feel sorry for the boy that has become the monster, and I often wonder what could have been done to change what he is now." Dumbledore had a faraway look in his eyes.
"Maybe you have lived long enough and been fortunate enough to come across such wisdom and passiveness, but I will never forgive that monster. Neither will I forgive his followers and give them mercy."
Dumbledore seemed sad and regretful. "Well the second topic I'm bringing up won't please you either. There have been many updates in the wizarding world, some good, most bad. Azkaban has been liberated by Voldemort. All its prisoner are gone, with some dead, presumably they refused to serve Voldemort. The few guards situated there are dead, and the dementors are gone." Dumbledore finished.
Harry didn't respond, it was expected.
"Also, it seems that Minister Fudge is on the brink of being kicked out of office." Dumbledore said.
Harry smiled no smirked.
"While this is somewhat good news, we do not know who will be taking over for the minister, we as the Order are trying to put some of our own into the campaign, but there are high chances that Death Eaters or Death Eater sympathizers are running for the job also." Dumbledore said.
"So, with our new found fame at being proved right, and being called, 'The Lone Voice In The Darkness' the public would eat up anything we say, and fully support who we support." Harry said confidently.
"While public support is important, it isn't the only factor that is taken account when re-electing a Minister. Of course with a vote a no-confidence, the rules a little different then normal, but the heads of the different sections of the ministry have a lot of influence non the less." Dumbledore said.
"So you're afraid of them being bought..." Harry said.
"That and threatened Harry." Dumbledore finished. "Well that's it for my coming here. I wish you to read this book..." Here Dumbledore gave Harry a rather thick book. "I believe that because you are now an emancipated adult, you should acknowledge a better understanding of the world you are living in. Oh the Weasley family says 'Hello.'" Dumbledore left.
Harry took a look at the book and saw that it was titled, "British Ministry of Magic, The Functions and Laws of How the Government Works."
'Great I'm going to have to learn politics...' Harry groaned.
Chapter 2
A/N: Hmm... I don't own anything. Wow that's repetitive.
Harry woke up stiffly and got dressed in Dudley's overly large, thin shirt and running trunks. He sat on the floor of his somewhat neat room and stretched his sore legs well. He then stood up and stretched again, this time stretching different muscles. He then put on his running shoes and went for a run. Harry noticed that there wasn't much light, and it was the air was moist. He went out for 20 minutes and then turned back, running the distance in 18. Harry had been doing this for the last two weeks and slowly but steadily he was improving.
Even now his knees were aching, and his lungs felt like it was on fire. Till now Harry never considered his lungs a muscle; he never considered the constant inflating and deflating of the air in his lungs to require the lungs to do work. But as he felt the spikes of pain every time he breathed too hard, he could see how the lungs were sore from over working it. No matter, in the long run it was good.
He always knew he wasn't fit, his thin arms and build told him so every time he looked in the mirror, but he never thought himself out of shape. He thought quidditch would help him, but his position didn't really require him to have much muscle just speed and flexibility. He returned to the house and entered into his room again making enough noise from his breathing to wake the Dursleys. He literally dropped to the floor in pain and began stretching. He didn't know much about running, except that he was faster then his cousin and friend, which didn't say much, but he wasn't the only one to take it up in the mornings.
It was lucky that a muggle seemed to notice his... inexperience with the routine and the muggle helped him. The guy showed Harry how to run, how not to over stride his legs, how to position the arms to give control but not to waste energy. He also showed Harry how to stretch and what the stretch. It was a kind gesture and Harry tried thanking him but the gratitude was brushed aside.
The guy said he also had to start somewhere, and he was lucky to have started in school; he also said that Harry was rather good at sprints, as the guy had Harry do some sort of workout, but that he lacked stamina. The guy told him the schedule that he thought Harry should keep running at and to keep it up. The guy then jogged away and Harry didn't see hide or hair of him since, Harry didn't even get the guys name. Harry was done stretching by now and took a shower. He changed into clean muggle clothes and went over to his trunk. He opened his trunk to the second compartment and went into it.
The trunk closed on his way in and Harry walked over to the book shelf. He grabbed the book that he had been studying often as of late. It was the book on Occulemency and Legilmency.
The book was very thorough on its in information and Harry seemed to understand the subject of both rather well. Of course he never was able to test himself, so he didn't know if he was learning anything in the art of Occulemency or if Voldemort was keeping to himself. Yet, he understood the material well enough, he understood the information and could grasp the reasoning and theories behind the subject.
Occulemency was more organization of the mind and THEN learning to control it. Harry had no doubt that his will was strong, he stood up to fake Moody and Voldemort under their Imperius Curse, but he knew that his organization of the mind, whatever that meant, was rather poor. At least that was when he first started, now he stored the information in his mind like books in a library. He had memories by section within sections and even more detailed sections within those sections. It helped Harry also bring out information faster, and he guessed that it would definitely help him in school.
He was rather proud of himself at how he progressed; the rest of the process of Occulemency for Harry was easy. The trouble at first, the book explained, was if you looked at the mind in a metaphoric sense, if a person had a room scattered with "books" here and there, and there is a "robber" trying to steal one of the "books," because of the disorganization, the person doesn't know what the "thief" is looking for. However if the person has the "books" in sections, then he or she can figure out what the person is looking for and prevent it. If the person is powerful, the correct phrase being willful, enough, then the person can even trick the "robber" and provide false "books," being lies or forcing the "robber" to view the wrong memories.
Legilmency was, instead of being the guarder of the "books," to be the "robber." The "robber" knew exactly, or rather vaguely, what he wanted to steal. He knew the "books" color, size, etc. After all it was the "robber" who was doing the robbing. Anyhow, there are many types of "robbery," as the book told. There is the outright forceful breaking in of the "library," the sneaking in of the "library," though it takes longer and is rather mind- boggling to master, and there is the window shopping for any "books."
The last part was the most intriguing part; it required the no wand, no incantations, no movement or indication of any kind from the "robber." The thief just needed eye contact with the person, and if the person had weak organization of the mind, in other words not having mastered Occulemency, then the person sort of projects their thoughts out of their eyes. The memories aren't exactly shot into the viewers head, it was more like projecting emotions and very vague information of the memory. Very useful to tell for lies with questions.
Whoever said that the eyes were the windows to a person's soul wasn't kidding. That is another thing with Occulemency. The art of Occulemency itself was to protect the mind of all its memories, its content, therefore a skilled person at Occulemency wouldn't "leak" any of his or her thoughts. So in reality Occulemency had no magic behind it, just the will of the mind. That was why Harry had such a hard level to understand it; Harry was expecting some sort of magic to be helping him defend himself against Snape's intrusions.
Naturally with Occulemency the person should learn to not only keep their emotions in check, but to also have full control over it. Use it to their advantage, if you will, but never let it control the person. Feed off of the anger, but never be addicted to it.
Harry was pleased at how easily he got the book's information and actually understood it. But he couldn't test it, which was the annoying part. He couldn't just go "Legilimens" to himself. He wouldn't do it to his relatives, although he very well wanted to. He didn't want to push himself on how much magic he could do without them going over the top. He explicably told and showed the Dursley, as soon as he returned from Diagon Alley, that he could do magic and they backed off.
He just didn't know if using it on them would go unchallenged by them or the Ministry. Harry didn't actually fear the Dursley, but he feared how much information they could give Dumbledore and the Ministry if he showed them the magic that he did. No doubt the idiots will wonder how he learned such advanced magic. That would lead to investigation, and that was a no- no.
Harry just sighed and put down the book; he had memorized it by heart now and got another book. This was also a book that he was studying hard. It wasn't really teaching any spells, but it explained the theory behind magic. It was an interesting book that gave a new found understanding of magic.
Harry knew that magic wasn't just wand waving and casting spells; he just didn't know what it really was. However the book was most useful in finding the answer to Harry's question.
Magic is in itself just a form of energy that can be tapped by those of magical blood. This book does not give the history of how magical being came to be, for this writer truly does not know, and has speculations as wild as any other.
I will however go into my feeling of disgust for people who are in their late 20's and beyond and are still using their wands for everything. Wands in the olden days, at the time where wands weren't everyday tools held by every witch and wizard in existence, were just a tool to help new apprentices to get a grasp at the foreign art of magic. It was to help the novices, whom have never felt their own magical core, get the feeling of magic before they learned how to do it without any focuses.
In truth, that is what wands truly are, focuses. Wands only help the wild and hard to tame fury that is magic be easier to tap. The wands nowadays are not only to help the tapping of the magic easier, but it also concentrates the magic so that magic is more stable. If the wand were to be used metaphorically, the wand is like a magnifying glass. To those that do not know what a magnifying glass is, too bad. It is something muggle, so stuck-up purebloods won't know and I don't care. If the reader is such a niave prejudice person that you can't accept and learn not only of the magical world but the muggle world, then I wouldn't even want you to read this.
Well back onto subject, if you know what a magnifying glass is then you have no doubt seen it used to focus the sunlight as a hot beam. Now as for that to happen, the sun provides the energy and the magnifying glass merely focuses it and directs it so that the power coming from the sun is more controlled.
The wand does not provide the energy; it only serves as a lazy and easier way to use the magic within magical people's own blood. Now I'm not saying that wands are horrible, even I can see the uses of wands. It is great for an introductory to magic, but it served to cripple those learning the arts of magic for this generation and many more to come. It is only because people were lazy that they still use wands today for simple and pathetically easy magic. It is not as if magic without a wand is unheard of, magic without a wand is evident for every witch and wizard who lost control of their emotions at such a young age.
The book had more of the Author's opinions and whatnot, but it took a while before actually getting to the good part. Harry was in the last sections of the book, where the author stated that, after reading his ranting that the reader must actually know the full theory behind magic by now and how to do it without a wand.
Then the Author went on and explained how to actually DO Wand-less Magic. To be told the truth it wasn't all that special in theory. It just required the user to have a strong and well focused mind. It also needed much practice to help rid the habits brought on by using wand magic. It also told the user to go slow, first to go Silent Magic, which was to use magic without saying the spell. Silent Magic was more difficult then regular spell casting, and the author stated that it was to help build a bridge to slowly but surely move the reader to the complexity of Wand-less Magic.
To do Silent Magic, the user must say the incantation within the user's head. In truth, incantations weren't needed; however it helped those using it remember things much easier. It was much better to label magic also, so that spells could be taught to others. Now obviously saying spells within the person's head wasn't as easy as it sounded. If it were, people would be using Silent Magic everywhere. No, the user must fully believe in the concept of Silent Magic, and the fact that the user can actually do it. For Harry, it was like casting the Patronus correctly for the first time. After he knew he could cast it, it was possible. Magic was only limited by the person's own mind. That was why Silent Magic was so rare. Not many believed Silent Magic even possible, but when they do see people do it, they think that the person is somehow special and only a rare few has the possibility of doing it.
There were pros and cons with Silent Magic. Silent Magic would definitely help with the victim not knowing what spells were cast and that the user wouldn't have to exhaust him-self wasting breath on spells. The con was that, those rare that succeeded in Silent Magic didn't cast spells as powerful as normal, albeit there were some of the older, more knowledgeable people who knew of the concepts behind magic, like Dumbledore and Voldemort. It wasn't that Silent Magic limited the magic, but the person limited themselves.
Emotions were very important in magic and when the person used Vocal Magic they expressed their emotions behind the spell. However when a person used Silent Magic, they seemed to have their emotions TOO controlled or not use it behind their spells at all. I wasn't that hard to imagine, rarely when people think to themselves will they hear their own thoughts speaking with anger or anything, usually it's more of drowning like Binns. Yet emotions behind spells were obvious. Patronus's only worked with extreme happy thoughts, and Harry's spells came out much more powerful when he was pissed off.
After the user accomplished that, the user was to go onto not using his wand and trying out loud magic. For Wand-less Magic, the user must imagine that user was the wand himself. The user must realize that magic flowed through the person's blood and that the user controlled it. Then they must feel the magic within themselves and bring it out through an exit of there choosing. That is because when carrying a wand the wand acts as a flush point for the magic. It is also straight and thin to help direct the magic that exerts from the body and shoot it out in a more space confined level.
The person must first get a hang of "touching" there magic. After they can do it in a second thought they person must then direct the magic that they were touching out. It could be from anywhere: hand, feet, eyes. At first, the author said, the user was to only get used to bring the magic out without casting spells. Usually magic that didn't have spells behind it took the form of physical force. So when the magic is exerted from the body the user will probably destroy something. After the user is well used to exerting the magic, the user must then have an incantation, or a purpose behind the magic.
After actually controlling the unstable and rather abrupt magic, the next step was to so wandless magic with Silent Magic. The concept was simple enough. Do what the user did before with wand this time just without..
Harry was barely getting the concept of wandless magic. He already got the hang of Silent Magic and he even got his spells to have the same strength as normal. He couldn't cast really complex spells like the Patronus, but he got the spells such as stunners. Not only was he learning more about magic, but his knowledge of spells was growing also.
He read many of the books that held information on many advanced spells. Harry was also reading his Dark Arts book. As much as he was impressed with his own progress he wasn't going fast enough. He had only two more weeks before he returned to Hogwarts and he didn't think that he could train completely unnoticed. Sure he could go into his trunk but that would become suspicious.
Harry growled in annoyance. He started casting spells with his Holly wand in his left arm. The spells were weaker then his right obviously, but he was improving. He could even cast the advanced stunner that would knock out a person for an hour unless someone either equally or more powerful could undo it. He started casting spells with his Elder wand. He enjoyed the feeling of complete control the wand gave him. He always felt the cold chill from the wand. He never noticed it from his Holly wand but it must have been because he was so used to it.
Now that he thought of it Harry always felt calmer and more secure when he gripped his Holly wand. Harry always thought it must have been the fact that he wasn't defenseless anymore, but maybe that wasn't the real reason. It didn't matter, he also tried the Amber wand but it wasn't great for many of the charms and curses. But it was still decent, good enough to fire off a stunner and shields.
Harry then tried to use both of his wands to fire curses faster. He worked rather well, but the only limitation was the fact that he couldn't think of two different spells or the same spell at intervals of each other. He could shoot spells out of both his wands but the fact remained that the output seemed the same. Each beam of light was considerably more dim then his original spell. It didn't provide any advantage other then he wouldn't have to keep flicking his wand back and forth between multiple opponents.
Harry also had been practicing his aiming. It wasn't bad, considering that he never really practiced it, it was rather good. However as he fired repetitive curses it got sloppy and it anything but his target. There was also the annoyance that he couldn't really see the effects of his spells. He knew that if it came out of his wand that it has some sort of the spells purpose behind it. But for all Harry knew some of his more vicious curses could have just tickled his opponents.
Harry really hated the lack freedom at the muggles. He really wished he was at Hogwarts, even though every year he went there seemed to be some sort of twisted fairy tale. He sighed and read through another book that held information on spells.
He had already finished another book that he brought from Potter's vault. He didn't know how he was taking in so much information and retaining the knowledge but he wasn't complaining. Maybe because Harry actually had a motivation to learn he does. Maybe he had the smarts all along just never tried. Still that didn't mean anything. He was picking up spells in matter of minutes, even when he tried incredibly hard to learn the Accio Spell it took the better part of a whole day.
Harry was continuing to study and cast spells when the there was a knock on the figurative door of the trunk. Harry put his books down and walked back up the stairs and opened the trunk. Harry walked out half-expecting his uncle or something but was surprised to find Hedwig flying in front of him acting annoyed.
Harry laughed at how smart his owl was and put out his hand for Hedwig. She landed on it and handed him mail. That was rather strange, no one had contacted him for the whole summer via owl and he sent his last reply to the 3 day message a day ago. He didn't know if it could have been a trap, but the fact that Hedwig brought it made him feel better.
She was too smart to allow someone with ill intentions to send Harry mail. He opened the letter to find a short letter.
Grab your all your stuff and make sure you have everything, by 2000. Hold the letter. Don't have your wand up your arse boy or else... M.E.M.
Harry knew that it had to be Moody, the comment and the initials were a dead giveaway. 1400 was also a muggle expression and no death eater would know it. Supposedly used in the military and that meant he had... 10 minutes?
'Hold the letter' must mean a portkey set on timer. Harry opened his trunk and told Hegwig to fly around until she knew where he was. He didn't know how but she seemed to always find him. Harry saw Hedwig leave and placed the cage into his second compartment. The place was more cluttered then before because he emptied everything out of his old trunk, trashing his past clothing, and placed them into the first compartment.
He took out the robe Sirius gave him and put it on. He already keyed the robe to him in the past week and set the color as black for now. Harry also keyed his daggers that were still in sheath, and he was attaching the daggers to his belt on either sides of his body. He found out that the daggers had a magical attachment charm like his wand holster. Speaking of wand holster, he attached his Holly to his right wrist and decided to have the Elder on his left. He put the Amber on his right leg and took off his running shoes.
He put on his dragon hide boots, which seemed to cover the sight of the holster rather well. It still gave him enough grabbing space to draw the wand quickly, but not blatantly stating that he had a back up wand. He checked to see if he had everything. He had his Griffin Earring where he found a charm to pierce his left ear, Grim Ring, Dragon Necklace, Dragon Robe, threw wand holster with three wands, watch that he still needed to find a set place to make a portkey to, and his trunk. He changed his trunk to another ring and placed it on his left index finger. Harry then held the portkey waiting for him to be transported to god-knows-where.
Harry suspected it might be Grimmaulds Place, but with Moody's paranoia he could go to Siberia. He looked to his watch and saw that he had a...
'Guess the watch is a second to slow.' Harry thought as he was portkeyed from his home. He landed rather abruptly but didn't fall. Wherever the hell he was it was pretty dark and he couldn't see much. Then it happened... The sight from his right eye seemed to lighten up. It had a greenish tint on everything, almost the pictures of what the muggles called night vision. He guessed this was an extra present from Mrs. Zabani.
'Could have given me a warning.' Harry thought.
'Oh but she did, don't you remember, she said that you'll "never" go blind again.' His inner voice said.
Harry focused on his surroundings and wasn't very pleased with what he saw. He was surrounded by three hooded people covered in black robes pointing wand at where his head would be. He didn't have time to look through the cloak because he immediately went for his wand. A wand from one person poked his head as his hand twitch. Apparently Harry was very predictable to whoever just poked his head.
The hooded figure pulled off his hood to that it was Moody. Harry didn't know if this was the real Moody or the another fake one. Moody took the iniative and asked, "Which compartment was I locked up in, 4th year?"
"7th." Harry said, and then asked, "What do I always call you that gets you so agitated?"
"Professor." Moody said.
The three with the wands lowered it. Harry vaguely noted that Moody's was still pointing at Harry, namely at his crotch.
The other two took off their hoods to reveal Moony and Tonks.
Moony asked, "Where's your stuff? You didn't leave it did you?"
"Don't worry Moony, I have it. So how are we going to get to wherever we're supposed to go?" Harry asked.
"Broom." Tonks answered.
"I don't have my broom." Harry said. He rather thought the Order should know so why would they go by broomstick?
"Here's your broomstick Potter." Moody said throwing Harry his Firebolt that he seemed to have taken out from his robes.
"Thanks." Harry and company flew off after Moody cast a illusionment charm like he did last year, and they ended up doing the crazy flight pattern as before. This time it wasn't so bad to Harry. He guessed that the robes that Sirius got had an automatic warming potion.
The group landed in front of the street full of houses, but this time Harry could see the house. They walked in carefully almost having there entrance spoilt by Tonks. Luckily Harry grabbed her around the waste to prevent her from making a ruckus.
"Thanks Harry." Tonks whispered, ever so embarrassed at her klutz-ness.
Harry just gave Tonks a small smile, which she assumed was because of the fear of waking the old hag. While that was partly true, Harry was more quite because he was depressed about being here. He knew that if anyone was looking they could tell from his face, so he pulled up the poker face that he'd been practicing alone with his Occulemency.
Harry walked into the dining room remembering the first time he got there. The night where he met Sirius again... All the pent up emotions that Harry had been trying to ignore were coming back to him again. He sighed never noticing the worried looks two of his three other companions gave him. Even Moody looked oddly accepting of Harry's current disturbance.
Harry set down on one of the chairs in the dining table and looked to his travel weary companions.
"So what's going to happen now?" Harry asked.
"Today or night for that matter you can rest. No one else is here but the occasional order members."
"Why isn't the Weasleys here like they were last year?"
"Last year they were more vulnerable the return of the Dark Lord was sudden, and everyone was in a rush to organize. The Weasleys and many of the other old members were thought to be one of the highest targets, the Weasleys more so because of their connections to you oh also that muggle girl Granger. It was a mess so we had to improvise. But this year we're more prepared, we had a full year of relatively peaceful time to set up defenses contact for help and what not. So by now the Weasleys have their house protected and there will be no need to bring them here. Besides we're here to train you in secret not let everyone know about your secret training."
"What do you mean train me? Train me like you did last year? What the fuck is so important for you to waste your VALUEBLE time on a child this year?" Harry asked.
"Well in case you didn't know laddie, I had already been wasting my time with you last year. I was one of your summer watchers, stinking lot that did." Moody said.
"Fine, so what'll I learn from you all anyways. I can guess Moody and Moony but why Tonks?" Harry asked.
"Oy!" Tonks said looking annoyed. "I'll happen to let you know just because you got me in one fight at Gringotts doesn't mean you're better then me or anything!"
"He got you in a fight?" Moody's normal eye looking at Tonks, who blushed, and his blue eyes looking at Harry.
Harry snorted. "It was hardly a fight, but what I was asking was, what can I learn from a relatively new Auror that I can't learn from the person considered the best and more paranoid Auror in the First Rise?"
"Well I'm here to help also, not many of your fights will be one-on-one, and so I'll be there to simulate a two-on-one, with Remus joining even for some three-on-one fights. There would be others more qualified then me to help, but I'm the most expendable out of the order. Also Moody isn't really with a job right now, nor is Remus that's why there going to be helping right now. They have the most leisure time." Tonks said, with Remus and Moody looking slightly uncomfortable with their lack of a formal occupation being blatantly stated.
"Well laddie, just to help clear things up, I'll be teaching you fighting technic. All sorts of them actually, from a formal, dirty, one-on-one, 10- on-one, and a hopeless situation." Harry snorted at how Moody labeled a 10- on-one and hopeless as a different category. "I'll also be teaching you many of the spells used by both the Aurors and Death Eaters in the First Rise.
Lupin will teach you more about Dark creatures. Need to know more then the load of dung you learn at your school to survive. Tonks will... help me sometimes, maybe the Aurors came up with some new spells to help them that I don't know." Moody snorted at this thinking it highly unlikely.
"Occasionally we will have duel, but you'll never know what type you going into. Lupin and Tonks will always be there and might step in anytime, sometimes others will join also. Now go rest we'll start tomorrow."
It seemed Moody's meaning of the word "occasionally" was rather off from the dictionary's term of the word as Harry was learning from dueling everyday, twice a day, for the last past week from being at Grimmauld's place. There was a week to go for school and it seemed as if Moody was picking up the pace. The first day Harry only had one duel, but two almost every other days. His schedule went from waking up, breakfast, dueling, lunch, dueling, learning from Moody and occasionally Tonks, and learning from Remus. Whatever free time Harry had, he spent it studying in his trunk.
At the moment as Harry stepped into the "torture" room as Harry called it, it would be his second time dueling right after having lunch. Tonks wasn't here to today seeing as she had to keep up doing her work. Today it seemed as if Kingsley was taking her place. Remus was also there, and in the middle of the room already waiting was Moody.
"Aye lad, you've improve greatly from when you first came in here. Now you might actually stand a chance at not having you buttocks blown off if you face those scums again." Moody said. "But you only have a week till school, and I am not sure you're ready to finish training in a week at this pace. So we will rush it even more. You will have a duel with three of us every time, and we won't hold back." Here Moody looked at the other two and they both nodded. Remus albeit a little hesitantly.
Harry stepped in front of Moody. The standard rules apllied where Harry couldn't attack his other "enemies" until they stepped onto the mat that was set up. It was supposed to make Harry more wary of constant attack without warning.
Harry and Moody didn't bow, seeing as how Moody explained it was no duel. He said it was a practice for a fight for Harry's life. Harry stepped a little off to his right waiting for the fight to start. Harry was never allowed to make the first move, he had to wait for the first attack, as Moody explained that in most situations the Death Eater would be the one attacking Harry first.
With incredible speed for such an old and haggard looking man, Moody sent a spell to Harry. He didn't say anything, and the first time Harry was so surprised at Moody's easy perfection with Silent Casting that he got himself hit. This time Harry was prepared and dodged.
The first thing he learned from Moody in his daily tactic's study, was to dodge first and block second. It wasn't such a problem for Harry whose instincts were still somewhat muggle and it became a habit for him to do it.
Moody explained that Harry might often lose his wand and if Harry got the instinct of jumping aside first, Harry wouldn't be as fazed as if he didn't have a wand to block the incoming spell. Moody also explained that shielding took much more energy then dodging and often times spell that were sent in fights were powerful enough to break most shields that the user could quickly cast.
Moody had already expected Harry to dodge and sent a spell to Harry's right. It was supposedly a wizard and witches habit to dodge to the right, if they were right handed because it helped the person keep their eyes on their opponent. This was because most one-on-one fighting had the person standing sideways from the opponent in order to lesson the target's target area.
Harry knew that it was too late to dodge the second spell so he opted to shield it. A hazy shield managed to appear. It broke but was able to deflect the spell somewhat off target. Harry's robes caught fire and he cursed. Harry threw off the robe while trying to dodge Moody's spells.
Harry had chosen to not wear the robes Sirius got him because he wanted to train under normal conditions because he would have an edge in real fighting, but if he chose to train with it, it would be more of a crutch. Harry still wore a robe, knowing that he needed to get the real feel of it in a duel to get used to it. From what Moody said, many of the incoming Aurors back then didn't learn that lesson and ended up getting restrained by their robes or tripping over them in a real fight. Not many got to have a chance to learn from their mistakes either.
Harry had also taken off his necklace, earring, and rings. Harry didn't want any unlikely chance for a stray spell to harm the earing and rings, while for the necklace was because Harry didn't want to rely on it. Harry had his extra wands knowing that he would get used to using it in a real fight, rather then using it in desperation. For the most part Harry saved his second wand until a second person came in.
Harry could "feel" a spell coming from behind him. Harry didn't know how it happened, but it seemed that Harry's constant paranoia at the fighting room helped develop a sixth sense, or an extra high sensitivity to incoming magic. Harry shot a rather vicious cutting curse at Moody, while at the same time ducking and point his left hand that had his now drawn wand shooting a blasting curse at the incoming fighter.
Harry did it all in one smooth motion suprising the new dueler who was Kingsley. It was Kingsley first time dueling Harry, and Harry guessed he was underestimated. Harry quickly follow the half spin with a full spin shooting a elemental lighting spell at Kingsley and pointing his left wand at Moody.
It seemed that Moody dodged the curse and was already well on his was to sending a curse back at Harry. Harry shot the lighting spell at Moody, while still holding the lighting spell aimed at Kingsley. Harry could see the electricity, which was a blinding white, dimish it's potency as it turned moldy yellow.
The spell had hit Kingsley by now, who never expected such an advanced elemental curse from Harry, was shouting in pain. It might have also been because of the fact that Golden-Boy Potter had used Dark Arts. Moody however was ready, and he conjured a stone wall in front of the electricity.
That was the main weakness with the spell, while any other spell would have damaged the conjured wall, which even his stunner would have broken due to it's haste at being conjured, his lightning held all the physical properties of electricity so it didn't damage the wall at all, it was just absorded by the wall. There was also the beauty at how the element spells were also amplified by other physical properties such as water and that magical shields didn't block it. Harry didn't bother keeping the spell up at Moody and released it.
Harry, while concentrating hard at keeping the curse at Kingsley up, focused incredibly hard at sending a spike of pure magic at Moody. In all consideration the spell was basically a blasting curse but more... tempermental. The magic wasn't shot in a focused beam, but rather as a wave of energy. It quickly crumbled the wall Moody sent up but he found that Moody wasn't there.
Harry cursed while jumping aside from a curse from Remus. Harry let go of his spell on Kingsley who twitched a little before slumping on the floor after being it with the spell for 2-3 seconds. Harry figured that Moody had gone under the illusion spell and moved to another location when Harry was too focused on keeping up two different types of magic at the same time.
Although the pure magic, wasn't really a spell, it still required concentration to send a second, different form of magic while electrocuting Kingsley. Harry shot a blinding spell around himself and that bought him a second's worth of time. Harry spun like a ballerina while shoot water out of both his wand. He heard a splash relatively close to him and distinctly before the noise of water hitting the floor. It was behind him and Harry sent a stunner absent mindedly at Remus who dodged.
The blinding spell wasn't long lasting but gave time to the user. Also the fact only closing the eye lids were a defense to it, and considering that any flash of the light will blind anyone seeing it but the user, even if for a mili second, it was dead useful.
Harry's water charm was also very thoughtful. He read the idea from a book that discussed the pros and cons of many different types of magic, illusions and elementals being one of them. Illusions were only to trick the light, which had no physical form, and elemental magic was under physical magic and perfect for dispelling or rendering the illusion less then useful.
He put it to good use as Moody was dripping wet even under the illusion charm. It was a rather odd sight but Harry pressed his advantage as he shot the lightning spell once again, both at Moody and Moony. Moody didn't react in time still soaked from the water, clearly not expecting such a thing from Harry, which Harry found amusing considering Moody's "CONSTANT VIGILANTY" motto. Moony as he expected was able to dodge, but Harry dragged the lighting towards him.
This was also one of the great things about continious physical magic. It was a straight beam good for one shot. Harry could hold it and direct it at his blessing. Moody got hit with the lightning charm, Harry now downed all three of his opponent. Harry was most wrong as he got hit with an arm twisting charm.
Harry's curses fell under the pain of having his right arm twisted and having bone splintering out. Obviously his attacker, who was Kingsley getting back up from being electrocuted, put a little too much power into the charm. It was supposed to make his arm twist painfully and make in lose focus, not usually breaking his arm like a twig.
It was Harry's own fault for underestimating Kingsley, well Harry never underestimated him, but he should have been more wary of the downed Auror. The Auror was obviously tough, getting back up from having his body fried under Harry's Lightning Spell for three second and getting up in less than 5 seconds.
Harry still had his left arm fully functional and he decided not to waste what valuable time was left. The others could attack Harry anytime and a three-on-one with a broken arm was never a good thing.
Harry started firing curses drastically more advanced then even graduates of the Auror Academies, but this time Kingsley wasn't underestimating Harry. He traded blow for blow with Harry sending spell Harry only read about.
By now the other two were fully conscious and the three of them held Harry down with so many barrages of spells that Harry could only manage a defensive. Harry was soon knocked out in the quick fashion all Harry's duels were.
Harry woke up and looked around; he noticed he was in a bed situated in the middle of a small room. He then noticed that his right arm was fixed. Harry then saw his two instructors, without Kingsley, looking at Harry with indifferent eyes. Like always, after the duel came the evaluation from the instructors.
While Remus gave congratulations on his performance, Moody just criticized him. Although Moody did grudgingly admit that the trick with the light and water was nice.
Harry got up from the bed he was in and walked outside the room with Moody to the lecture room. There Harry sat down on the floor as Moody taught him many details about the First War that was hard to find even in books.
Moody acted frighteningly like his fake counterpart did. Moody walked around Harry, constantly pacing as if to distract Harry, with the same wary stance and Harry swore that Moody even mumbled the same things that the fake one did in class. It was scary to see how good the impostor was able to act out Moody; who knew how many more could be impostors?
It was a long while before Harry was finished with Moody's lesson; he even learned some rather nice offensive spells from Moody, which he mastered rather quickly. Moody then left and Harry waited for Remus to enter the room. The door opened and Harry looked up expecting Remus, yet he was disappointed.
However the figure at the door was not Remus. Rather an old man looking like he was on the brink of death. Dumbledore's weariness only increased as he saw Harry's expression to his entrance.
"Yes, headmaster?" Harry asked curtly. It was Harry's first time seeing him all summer, not that Harry wished to see more of Dumbledore.
"Harry, I'm here to discuss about some rather interesting news I've been hearing about you. There is also the fact that I'm here to give you a, what's that muggle expression- "heads down?" no is it a "head's up?", well it doesn't matter, but I'm here to discuss with you what has been going on with the wizarding world."
Harry just looked at Dumbledore, waiting for him to continue. Dumbledore conjured a chair with the wave of his hand. This time Harry focused intently on how Dumbledore did it. Harry saw his expression was one who was most at ease. Dumbledore didn't seem fazed in the slightest.
Conjuring chairs was a rather difficult magic done even with a wand, the fact that Dumbledore could do it wandless alone was impressive. Dumbledore sat in front of Harry who was sitting on the floor. Harry didn't like the fact that he had to look up to the Headmaster; Harry felt almost as if he was small boy ready to be lectured for something wrong.
"Well Harry, I have been hearing that you have been accomplishing some rather powerful spells. It isn't that you can do it Harry, I know that you are powerful, your patronus is no doubt proof of that, but that fact that you are learning such powerful magic rather quickly is the raise of some curious eyebrows. I'm also hearing that you are using some rather advanced dark arts." Here Dumbledore looked at Harry over his moon shaped glasses as if berating a child.
Harry snorted, "There is no such thing as light-", Dumbledore looked pained at the comment remembering the man now monster who spoke the same beginning phrase years ago, ",-magic or dark magic." Dumbledore looked 10 years younger at the end of his sentence. "Magic is a tool, with only the wielder defining the art of the magic. Many of the 'DARK,'" Here Harry was sarcastic, ", magic are only considered dark because of the power needed behind the curse. Because of the fact that so few can do it, jealousy from the majority of the weak, average population and especially most of the leaders, who are usually near squibs, which I find rather amusing, outlaw the magic. I'm rather surprised that the Patronus Charm wasn't labeled a dark art."
"You'd be surprised at how often the liability of the Charm has been called into question in this century. Yet it is because of the amazingly pure background and reason needed for the use of the charm that no one in their right mind would ban such a powerful magic that is used to chase known dark creatures away. The fact that to achieve the Charm the intent must be brought forth only by pure happiness and joy is also a bonus."
"Right..." 'I truly didn't need to know that...' Harry thought, "-well, about my ability to learn spells so easily, I truly don't know how I can. Most of the spells I read, I memorize the concept in a matter of minutes and cast it in just the same amount of time. It seems almost as if I already knew the spell. There are still a few that I can't grasp and I struggle to learn it like I would under normal times at school." Harry said.
Dumbledore looked as if expecting this. "I believe I know the reason Harry... Remember when I told you about how you received your rather interesting ability with snakes?" Harry nodded. "Well I believe that the gift of being a Parselmouth wasn't the only thing Voldemort transferred unto you that tragic night. It seems that he transferred his knowledge also... I do not know to what extent, though I believe everything till the point of hitting you with the curse has been locked away in your head."
"But that makes no sense, I was Parselmouth even before Hogwarts, but when I came here I was struggling with just passing school." Harry reasoned.
"Yes that is true, but did you know that being a Parselmouth requires only the most minuscule of magic? Even squibs can do it, considering that they either inherited the gene or like you somehow received the gift. Let me explain though, because of the tiny amount of magic necessary to use parselmouth even when you were a child, you were able to accomplish it.
However it is my firm belief that the knowledge Tom accidentally implanted within your head is still there rather confined. I also believe that it requires a rather large amount of power to free the knowledge from its confines and release its knowledge to the rest of head. That is why you didn't experience any changes until now Harry."
"What's so special about now?" Harry asked.
"Oh dear me, I almost forget how little you know about the magical world..." Here Harry glared at Dumbledore who had the shame to look guilty.
"How do you forget something that was the result of your own act?" Harry asked spitefully.
"Harry, I truly thought that going to the muggles would be the best for you... I truly did..." Dumbledore sighed at Harry's disbelieving look.
"Just get on with your explanation Dumbledore. I don't care for your excuses, we will have to tolerate each other till Tom's dead, but that doesn't mean I trust you for anything past that." Harry said.
Dumbledore sighed, "Well Harry, every child born to our world knows..." Here Dumbledore's left eye twitched. "...Well around the time you reach puberty, your magic also goes through its puberty. That is why there is such a spike of power difference from the 3rd years and 5th years, even if you may not have noticed it. But you see Harry; it is around that time is where most people's puberty starts. However I am guessing that your puberty is rather late, though from the look of things, you're into the stages of puberty already." Dumbledore said looking at Harry.
Harry understood what he meant about the puberty part. Harry noticed that he seemed to have grown a bit. What was left of his baby fat was gone, and he was about 5'9 now. Harry looked up at Dumbledore to continue explaining.
"Well it is also wise to note for future reference, that before puberty hits, emotions are in their extremes. Even when a person is in puberty it is nothing like the year before their actual puberty starts. Well anyhow, as your magic goes through puberty, it spikes up at an enormous rate.
Some researchers believe that puberty of the magic cause's puberty of the body, it is speculated that the magic of a person is under best condition if the body is in the best condition. That is why between the ages of 15 and 30 are considered the most powerful time of a wizard and witch. Even muggles you see, have very, very faint traces of magic that could affect their bodies to reach puberty. But after that, the person's magic diminishes, albeit really slowly, but it does not rise again naturally.
Well now that you have reached puberty your magic is rising at a rather spectacular rate, and with the level you have now you can access past the block that seems to be surrounding the knowledge."
"But then why don't I just know things, why must I read something for something I should already know?" Harry asked, hating the lack of knowledge and having to resort to asking Dumbledore.
"Ah, I speculate that while your magic is high, it is not high enough to break the block that surrounds Tom's knowledge completely. I believe that as time goes by you will, but as of now you seem to have made a "hole" in the block. That is why you must review something to remember, you are in fact reaching through the hole for knowledge after you know what to look for. I believe that many sudden events will serve as "reminders" that will bring about the knowledge from within the walls un-expectantly." Dumbledore said looking thoughtful.
"You said you think Voldemort transferred all his knowledge, does that mean his memory of everything he did in life before... that day?" Harry asked mortified.
"Yes... I believe so... I am sorry that you will most likely watch his torturing and meetings of the past. At the time it seems that only facts are passed on, but I truly believe that after a while you will receive images foreign to you that are the life of Tom Riddle. I hope that by the time you do break the walls, you will be mature enough to be able to deal with it. Just know that whenever you need it, I'm here to help Harry." Dumbledore said making sure Harry looked into his eyes. "So it seems that Tom has transferred just about everything but his soul to you Harry..."
"So... any other gifts or talents that he had 15 years ago, I would have?" Harry asked.
"Yes... I do believe that when you have reach a certain magical power level that it will be so. But it might take a long time, many of the magic that Voldemort wielded had a great deal of power needed behind it."
"So then why can't I use wandless magic?" Harry asked.
"You are trying to master wandless magic? Well I dare say do you have any progress in it?"
'Shit! Oh well he'll have found out sooner or later' Harry thought. "Yeah, I can summon things, it comes slowly but surely."
"Ah... Did you know it takes many several years to get to that level of Wandless Magic? And it took you a week, two weeks tops?" Dumbledore said.
"Yeah... crazy, so I don't really even have to study for school materials!" Harry said excitedly.
Dumbledore laughed, happy that Harry still had some child in him. "You are ever the one with good priorities. However because of your rather... unfair advantage you have over others, I will make you have to make it up. I will require you to come to my office for personal training every... let's say Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. Many of the things that Voldemort knew, you will have to re-learn, and I think I may be able to help you in that."
"Really?" Harry asked warily. While Harry admitted he needed the lessons, he saw the lessons as a way for Dumbledore to somehow manipulate him more then he already did.
"Yes, I do say you must train... Harry I truly am sorry for last year... I only did what I saw was best..." Dumbledore said looking his age once again.
"Save it professor, maybe you did what you thought was best, but it doesn't mean you did what was best. Or maybe it was, maybe a child's opinion and welfare isn't worth as much as the welfare of the wizarding worlds. After all, when has it ever mattered for the tool of the 'Light' to be seen past its physical condition? When has the wizarding world ever asked the child before labeling the boy as the "Boy-Who-Lived" and automatically expecting him to fight Voldemort. While at the same time at the slightest act of doubt, will unleash a hell storm of betrayal, slander, and backlash?"
"Not everyone thought that Harry." Dumbledore said sadly.
"That's the problem! I don't know who to hate for believing me at one minute, and sending me hate mails the next! I wish I had everyone's opinion at front and out in the open last year!"
"And then what Harry? If they die you'll spit on their graves, or maybe go to their house and mocked them on how you were right?" Dumbledore asked proving a good point.
"Maybe I should! Why should I even try to fight for the bastards! If I had a vision to might save them, maybe I should keep it in check!" Harry asked raving.
Dumbledore sighed, "Harry... I know life isn't fair, and the trials life seems to put you through is harsh, but you should rethink your ways. You can't expect universal support or loyalty. Everyone is intitled to faults, and it is not the public's fault for wanting to go for the easy path and not believing in the truth."
"But it is their fault! They're weak and they would rather face denial then the truth! They would slander those that stand for the truth just so that their fantasy world is intact!" Harry said.
"Are you saying Harry, that you have never made a mistake? That you have never judged others?" Dumbledore asked looking at Harry piercingly.
"I did but..." Harry faltered. "They're still bastards, the lot of them." Harry seethed.
"Harry, I have also gone through what you have gone through... From my age and experience holding grudges will not lead you to a happy life. You should forgive and try to forget. If at best ignore the person." Dumbledore said.
"You can't possibly mean that for everyone... What about Tom?" Harry asked.
"Yes what about Tom? I admit I do have disappointment for such a fine student, but his past has been laid with grief and prejudice. His mother died and his father abandoned him. He lived in an orphanage that beat him and starved him. Hogwarts was his salvation, yet even his own house was tormenting him for his blood... I can't help but feel sorry for the boy that has become the monster, and I often wonder what could have been done to change what he is now." Dumbledore had a faraway look in his eyes.
"Maybe you have lived long enough and been fortunate enough to come across such wisdom and passiveness, but I will never forgive that monster. Neither will I forgive his followers and give them mercy."
Dumbledore seemed sad and regretful. "Well the second topic I'm bringing up won't please you either. There have been many updates in the wizarding world, some good, most bad. Azkaban has been liberated by Voldemort. All its prisoner are gone, with some dead, presumably they refused to serve Voldemort. The few guards situated there are dead, and the dementors are gone." Dumbledore finished.
Harry didn't respond, it was expected.
"Also, it seems that Minister Fudge is on the brink of being kicked out of office." Dumbledore said.
Harry smiled no smirked.
"While this is somewhat good news, we do not know who will be taking over for the minister, we as the Order are trying to put some of our own into the campaign, but there are high chances that Death Eaters or Death Eater sympathizers are running for the job also." Dumbledore said.
"So, with our new found fame at being proved right, and being called, 'The Lone Voice In The Darkness' the public would eat up anything we say, and fully support who we support." Harry said confidently.
"While public support is important, it isn't the only factor that is taken account when re-electing a Minister. Of course with a vote a no-confidence, the rules a little different then normal, but the heads of the different sections of the ministry have a lot of influence non the less." Dumbledore said.
"So you're afraid of them being bought..." Harry said.
"That and threatened Harry." Dumbledore finished. "Well that's it for my coming here. I wish you to read this book..." Here Dumbledore gave Harry a rather thick book. "I believe that because you are now an emancipated adult, you should acknowledge a better understanding of the world you are living in. Oh the Weasley family says 'Hello.'" Dumbledore left.
Harry took a look at the book and saw that it was titled, "British Ministry of Magic, The Functions and Laws of How the Government Works."
'Great I'm going to have to learn politics...' Harry groaned.