A.N. Sorry for the long delay. Singing engagements and work have been keeping me busy. I promise I will make an effort to release chapters much quicker.
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Chapter 5
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Harry. Mostly, he spent it experimenting with his new lightsaber, admiring its golden brilliance and how the gold seemed to give him a confidence in himself he so often lacked. At last, he was beginning to feel a little of the confidence which everyone around seemed to have in him. Of course, great care was exercised because Harry strongly believed that the Dursleys would not appreciate coming home to find their beautiful house and everything in it decapitated.
Before he knew it, dinnertime had come and gone. After fixing himself some leftover meatloaf and mashed potatoes, Harry decided it was time to get to bed. IN fact, he was surprised he was not already nodding off with exhaustion. After all, had he not been in a trance that lasted the whole of the previous night?
Climbing up to his room, he let Hedwig out of her cage, opened the window so that she might come and go as she pleased, and sprawled out on his bed, carelessly kicking off his shoes as he did so. Again, he attempted to calm his mind, but this time, he wanted it to be just enough to go to sleep. Apparently, it worked.
To Harry, falling asleep had never been more strange. He seemed to feel himself drifting from the waking world down a long tunnel. This, in itself, was not strange. He often had this feeling while falling asleep after a long day. The strangeness began as instead of continuing to creep down the tunnel, he felt himself rising upward, higher and higher, and at last bursting through the roof of the tunnel in to a different realm. This was not the land of dreams that so often captured the minds of most living beings. This was something far different, far more alive. Harry didn't think he would ever get used to the sensations and wondered if he would experience them everytime he would go for his training.
For sure enough, once the journey from the waking world ceased, he was in the strange void that he had been in twice before. There was the ghostly figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi waiting for him, a quiet content smile gracing his lips. At his side, graceful yet menacing, hung the now familiar cylindrical shape of his own deadly lightsaber.
{I trust you enjoyed your experience in the realm that you Earthlings call Star Wars,} he asked, and Harry could detect the barest trace of amusement behind his mostly level tones.
{It was definitely enlightening, Master,} Harry told him.
Kenobi's next words bore no sign at all of his previous lightheartedness.
{Harry, as I am sure you are aware, your world is entering a critical phase and a time of great change is near. The one called Voldemort grows stronger every day, and many lives will be lost in the coming struggle. Do only the best that you can; always keep your goals and intentions fixed firmly in your sites, and you will succeed.}
Harry blinked back at Kenobi in some surprise. Sure, he knew that somehow Kenobi was able to reach him through his dreams and was able to offer him special training, but how could Kenobi know so much about his own world? Almost as if reading his thoughts, the older Jedi spoke again.
{Harry, this realm that I am in is quite an unusual place. As you know from watching the movies, after I was struck down by my former pupil, my body disappeared. This is the realm that I was sent to. It allows me to see not only my own galaxy and time, but many others and to offer my assistance to those who will be able to utilize my help. I won't go in to any more detail than that because we have much to cover. Suffice it to say that I was able to spot you and your unique status in your own where and when, and as I also noticed great potential as a Force user, I have taken it upon myself, with the approval of several masters, to train you so that you may aid your world.}
Harry had known all of this on some deep level. To hear it confirmed from the older man only forged more questions in his mind, but he decided that now was perhaps not the time to ask them. Instead, he asked a question much closer to home.
{Master, I entered a trance last night and saw many things. I saw Luke Skywalker construct his first true lightsaber. I saw my friend Ron's house and the house where my parents lived before Voldemort murdered them. I don't understand the pattern of the events I saw. Nor do I understand the significance. Why show me these things at all?}
{As you surmised earlier, I was able to show you the vision of Luke constructing his first lightsaber, but the other visions I had no control over. Oftentimes, that is the way of the Force. It may show you events of meaning or things that you have done in the past. It may show the future. It is very difficult to tell what will be or what significance may be contained in any vision. ,,,}{
{The more experience you have in entering meditation, the more you will be able to understand what you see. Also, as you may have noticed, once you are in a trance, your body enters a restful state. If you enter a calm meditation and don't try to force visions, your body actually rests more efficiently than when sleeping. If you stay in a trance for about an hour per night, it will be as though you slept eight or nine hours. That is why you had so much energy yesterday as you stayed in the meditation for several hours.}
Harry took all of this in without comment. That part about not needing as much sleep time could come in very handy while at school. Idly, he wondered if he could teach Hermione that technique. Kenobi's voice brought him out of his musings.
{Harry, that is all I am going to teach you for tonight. I believe you have already learned quite a bit tonight, and what with your knowledge of events from watching the movies, I do believe you have a good basis for teaching yourself several things in the future. Once I leave you and you wake up, I want you to try and put yourself in to a meditation and start training your mind to relax itself and to let the Force flow through you. Remember, you are a user of the Force, not its controller. ,,,}
{But don't forget, Harry, for this is very important. Don't give in to fear, anger or aggression. Remember what Yoda said. They are truly the path to the Dark Side. Young one, the Force is dying out on your planet. There is hardly any other being on Earth who can use the Force. I tell you this only because there will be no one in the waking world to help you with your abilities. ,,,}
{Remember to combine what you learn with the magic you already know. I am telling you all of this now because I think you and I will not meet very often. I will provide you with what training I can. However, most of this burden lies upon you, for though I appear solid here in this place, this is the only place where I can do so. In other words, I can not do much for your physical training. That part of the burden lies upon you. Know only that the more fit you are, the better your body will be able to react in times when action is called for. I therefore advise you to start training every day; running, gymnastics, trying to exercise while moving objects with your mind. Luckily, I will be able to work with you on the use of the saber in this realm. ,,,}
}My time is up for tonight, Harry. Take care, my young child till we meet again. I fear that many trials lie before you in the near future. May the Force be with you, as I will be.}
And Harry was falling again. It was not an unpleasant feeling, rather more like the feeling you get on a roller coaster as it is coming to a complete stop. Only seconds later, he was sitting up on his bed at Privet Drive, his mind rapidly processing and turning over what Obi-Wan had told him.
Remembering his last instructions, Harry went downstairs and fixed himself a plate of bacon and eggs. After eating this slowly while contemplating his lessons, he moved in to the living room and hunkered down on the carpeted floor, folding his hands on his lap and doing his best to clear his mind. It only took a few seconds. Feeling the wonderful untainted energy of the Force around him was a balm to his soul and senses, and he slipped in to the trance without noticing.
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Half a dozen figures stood in front of a large Victorian-styled house that stood on a hill overlooking what appeared to be a small town, judging by the twinkling lights and muffled shouts of people who had possibly consumed a bit too much for their own good. Nothing would have been remarkable about these fine gentlemen if it had not been for the fact that no face was visible. Instead, six pairs of eyes peered through slits in six masks, and when a muffled word of command issued from the one that stood slightly in front of the others, six hulking shadows moved silently through the yard to the door.
Once there, it did not remain silent for long. The leader raised a narrow stick of wood, muttered something that would have made no sense to anyone not familiar with the word, and the door to the abode was suddenly wrenched from its hinges. It made a loud boom as it impacted with the opposite wall of the foyer. Shortly afterward, and the figures moved quickly inside. Moments later, a man's head appeared at the banister of the second floor landing, peering down incredulously at the destruction in his home and, with mounting alarm, the unwelcome visitors. He was shortly joined by a woman and a younger girl, both of whom had looks of panic on their faces, although the girl's face showed understanding mixed in with the fear. Before any of the three could do so much as shout for help, three voices rang out. The word they cried might have been "Accio", but the onlooker was too shell-shocked to even pay attention.
With these words, the three figures upstairs seemed to fly over the banister and move downward at a sickening speed, slowing down only when they were inches from the ground. Still, the impact was enough to send them each sprawling in undignified heaps at the feet of the now chuckling masked men.
The girl murmured something that might have been "Death Eaters" to her parents, but one of the voices rasped "silencio", and no more sounds came from the doomed family.
One of the figures reached up slowly and removed the mask from its face. The man beneath had platinum-blonde hair, cold grey eyes, and a smile on his face that looked more like a sneer than ever.
"Well, well, well," he sneered. "I am honored to meet you all. Then again, Draco has told me so much about you, girl, that I feel I already know you intimately. However, I would never sink so low as to know a filthy little Mudblood intimately. My master has sent me here to find out where Potter lives, but I think before I even ask the question, we should have time for a little fun first."
His sneering smile growing larger, Lucius Malfoy raised the narrow stick of wood, which was really his wand, and pointed it directly at the woman who lay cringing in terror. "Cruc----"
{NNNNOOOOOOOO!}
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Heart hammering loudly in his chest, Harry Potter snapped out of the horrifying vision only long enough to faint dead away.
TBC
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Chapter 5
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Harry. Mostly, he spent it experimenting with his new lightsaber, admiring its golden brilliance and how the gold seemed to give him a confidence in himself he so often lacked. At last, he was beginning to feel a little of the confidence which everyone around seemed to have in him. Of course, great care was exercised because Harry strongly believed that the Dursleys would not appreciate coming home to find their beautiful house and everything in it decapitated.
Before he knew it, dinnertime had come and gone. After fixing himself some leftover meatloaf and mashed potatoes, Harry decided it was time to get to bed. IN fact, he was surprised he was not already nodding off with exhaustion. After all, had he not been in a trance that lasted the whole of the previous night?
Climbing up to his room, he let Hedwig out of her cage, opened the window so that she might come and go as she pleased, and sprawled out on his bed, carelessly kicking off his shoes as he did so. Again, he attempted to calm his mind, but this time, he wanted it to be just enough to go to sleep. Apparently, it worked.
To Harry, falling asleep had never been more strange. He seemed to feel himself drifting from the waking world down a long tunnel. This, in itself, was not strange. He often had this feeling while falling asleep after a long day. The strangeness began as instead of continuing to creep down the tunnel, he felt himself rising upward, higher and higher, and at last bursting through the roof of the tunnel in to a different realm. This was not the land of dreams that so often captured the minds of most living beings. This was something far different, far more alive. Harry didn't think he would ever get used to the sensations and wondered if he would experience them everytime he would go for his training.
For sure enough, once the journey from the waking world ceased, he was in the strange void that he had been in twice before. There was the ghostly figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi waiting for him, a quiet content smile gracing his lips. At his side, graceful yet menacing, hung the now familiar cylindrical shape of his own deadly lightsaber.
{I trust you enjoyed your experience in the realm that you Earthlings call Star Wars,} he asked, and Harry could detect the barest trace of amusement behind his mostly level tones.
{It was definitely enlightening, Master,} Harry told him.
Kenobi's next words bore no sign at all of his previous lightheartedness.
{Harry, as I am sure you are aware, your world is entering a critical phase and a time of great change is near. The one called Voldemort grows stronger every day, and many lives will be lost in the coming struggle. Do only the best that you can; always keep your goals and intentions fixed firmly in your sites, and you will succeed.}
Harry blinked back at Kenobi in some surprise. Sure, he knew that somehow Kenobi was able to reach him through his dreams and was able to offer him special training, but how could Kenobi know so much about his own world? Almost as if reading his thoughts, the older Jedi spoke again.
{Harry, this realm that I am in is quite an unusual place. As you know from watching the movies, after I was struck down by my former pupil, my body disappeared. This is the realm that I was sent to. It allows me to see not only my own galaxy and time, but many others and to offer my assistance to those who will be able to utilize my help. I won't go in to any more detail than that because we have much to cover. Suffice it to say that I was able to spot you and your unique status in your own where and when, and as I also noticed great potential as a Force user, I have taken it upon myself, with the approval of several masters, to train you so that you may aid your world.}
Harry had known all of this on some deep level. To hear it confirmed from the older man only forged more questions in his mind, but he decided that now was perhaps not the time to ask them. Instead, he asked a question much closer to home.
{Master, I entered a trance last night and saw many things. I saw Luke Skywalker construct his first true lightsaber. I saw my friend Ron's house and the house where my parents lived before Voldemort murdered them. I don't understand the pattern of the events I saw. Nor do I understand the significance. Why show me these things at all?}
{As you surmised earlier, I was able to show you the vision of Luke constructing his first lightsaber, but the other visions I had no control over. Oftentimes, that is the way of the Force. It may show you events of meaning or things that you have done in the past. It may show the future. It is very difficult to tell what will be or what significance may be contained in any vision. ,,,}{
{The more experience you have in entering meditation, the more you will be able to understand what you see. Also, as you may have noticed, once you are in a trance, your body enters a restful state. If you enter a calm meditation and don't try to force visions, your body actually rests more efficiently than when sleeping. If you stay in a trance for about an hour per night, it will be as though you slept eight or nine hours. That is why you had so much energy yesterday as you stayed in the meditation for several hours.}
Harry took all of this in without comment. That part about not needing as much sleep time could come in very handy while at school. Idly, he wondered if he could teach Hermione that technique. Kenobi's voice brought him out of his musings.
{Harry, that is all I am going to teach you for tonight. I believe you have already learned quite a bit tonight, and what with your knowledge of events from watching the movies, I do believe you have a good basis for teaching yourself several things in the future. Once I leave you and you wake up, I want you to try and put yourself in to a meditation and start training your mind to relax itself and to let the Force flow through you. Remember, you are a user of the Force, not its controller. ,,,}
{But don't forget, Harry, for this is very important. Don't give in to fear, anger or aggression. Remember what Yoda said. They are truly the path to the Dark Side. Young one, the Force is dying out on your planet. There is hardly any other being on Earth who can use the Force. I tell you this only because there will be no one in the waking world to help you with your abilities. ,,,}
{Remember to combine what you learn with the magic you already know. I am telling you all of this now because I think you and I will not meet very often. I will provide you with what training I can. However, most of this burden lies upon you, for though I appear solid here in this place, this is the only place where I can do so. In other words, I can not do much for your physical training. That part of the burden lies upon you. Know only that the more fit you are, the better your body will be able to react in times when action is called for. I therefore advise you to start training every day; running, gymnastics, trying to exercise while moving objects with your mind. Luckily, I will be able to work with you on the use of the saber in this realm. ,,,}
}My time is up for tonight, Harry. Take care, my young child till we meet again. I fear that many trials lie before you in the near future. May the Force be with you, as I will be.}
And Harry was falling again. It was not an unpleasant feeling, rather more like the feeling you get on a roller coaster as it is coming to a complete stop. Only seconds later, he was sitting up on his bed at Privet Drive, his mind rapidly processing and turning over what Obi-Wan had told him.
Remembering his last instructions, Harry went downstairs and fixed himself a plate of bacon and eggs. After eating this slowly while contemplating his lessons, he moved in to the living room and hunkered down on the carpeted floor, folding his hands on his lap and doing his best to clear his mind. It only took a few seconds. Feeling the wonderful untainted energy of the Force around him was a balm to his soul and senses, and he slipped in to the trance without noticing.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Half a dozen figures stood in front of a large Victorian-styled house that stood on a hill overlooking what appeared to be a small town, judging by the twinkling lights and muffled shouts of people who had possibly consumed a bit too much for their own good. Nothing would have been remarkable about these fine gentlemen if it had not been for the fact that no face was visible. Instead, six pairs of eyes peered through slits in six masks, and when a muffled word of command issued from the one that stood slightly in front of the others, six hulking shadows moved silently through the yard to the door.
Once there, it did not remain silent for long. The leader raised a narrow stick of wood, muttered something that would have made no sense to anyone not familiar with the word, and the door to the abode was suddenly wrenched from its hinges. It made a loud boom as it impacted with the opposite wall of the foyer. Shortly afterward, and the figures moved quickly inside. Moments later, a man's head appeared at the banister of the second floor landing, peering down incredulously at the destruction in his home and, with mounting alarm, the unwelcome visitors. He was shortly joined by a woman and a younger girl, both of whom had looks of panic on their faces, although the girl's face showed understanding mixed in with the fear. Before any of the three could do so much as shout for help, three voices rang out. The word they cried might have been "Accio", but the onlooker was too shell-shocked to even pay attention.
With these words, the three figures upstairs seemed to fly over the banister and move downward at a sickening speed, slowing down only when they were inches from the ground. Still, the impact was enough to send them each sprawling in undignified heaps at the feet of the now chuckling masked men.
The girl murmured something that might have been "Death Eaters" to her parents, but one of the voices rasped "silencio", and no more sounds came from the doomed family.
One of the figures reached up slowly and removed the mask from its face. The man beneath had platinum-blonde hair, cold grey eyes, and a smile on his face that looked more like a sneer than ever.
"Well, well, well," he sneered. "I am honored to meet you all. Then again, Draco has told me so much about you, girl, that I feel I already know you intimately. However, I would never sink so low as to know a filthy little Mudblood intimately. My master has sent me here to find out where Potter lives, but I think before I even ask the question, we should have time for a little fun first."
His sneering smile growing larger, Lucius Malfoy raised the narrow stick of wood, which was really his wand, and pointed it directly at the woman who lay cringing in terror. "Cruc----"
{NNNNOOOOOOOO!}
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Heart hammering loudly in his chest, Harry Potter snapped out of the horrifying vision only long enough to faint dead away.
TBC