Welcome one and all to chapter two.

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Harry awoke at 4am, pulled on a muscle shirt, pair of shorts and a pair of runners (trainers), grabbed the training schedule Paul had given him, then left towards the field to start his morning run. When Harry finished the 17 laps prescribed on his schedule, he took out a biro to write the time it took, and was surprised to see it already filled in. The same happened at every other station – in weights it wrote the weight, time and number of repartitions, and in dance it described all of the mistakes made in the exercises. He then returned to his room to get cleaned up, then slipped into a work robe.

Blaise and Harry walked down the identical corridors to their first class, weapons training. They were soon joined by the other three students and a severe looking woman with her hair pulled tightly back into a pony tail. She had black hair and wore an outfit one would expect to see in a Tomb Raider movie. She unsheathed a katana from across her back.

"This is a katana. A Japanese sword. Often warriors will have a pair, strapped in a cross across the back. If you are anything like the students I have taught in the past you will favor this weapon, if however I see you favor it to the point of ignoring other options I will personally battle you, and show you the error of your ways. Enough about that. We will not even be touching steal until you have learnt hand to hand combat. Once you are proficient there, we will add a weapon. Then another, and another. Like clothing. You will need to be constantly aware. My fourth cousin seven times removed (AN is that even possible?) is a British auror. He has a phrase I think you would do well to live by. Constant Vigilance. To promote this idea, next month I will start attacking you at random. I could be mid sen..." she smoothly drew a dagger out and threw it, striking the door dead center "tence, as you walk down the corridor, whenever."

With her speech over, Mistress Kail, started with basic hand to hand motions. As they moved through them, the knowledge that was placed into their heads became clearer, and they progressed at a rapid pace.

"Good. You are not incompetents. Dismissed."

The 5 students lined up again outside of the room as Mistress Kail left the room. A slender man came running down the corridor, skidding to a halt out the front of the practice room.

"I see you have Kail. Any other teacher would have let you stay in there. She is strict and hard to please, but easily the best instructor. Come on in."

When they were back inside the room, they were led through a door to the right, which was a small classroom with a blackboard (AN I know white boards are more modern but most teachers I have talked to agree blackboards are better – I agree too) which was over a raised platform with a large desk on it. Facing the desk and board were 5 desks with chairs. They each took a seat and faced the front.

"Now, wands. Who knows how they work?"

Everyone raised their hands – the data was part of the initiation modules.

"Good you have all been dumped. Mister... Zabini. Describe how a wand works."

"The core of a wand allows the wielder to tap into their magical reserves and pull a minute amount of magic out. Enough to charge the core. Once the core is charged it acts as a magnet and attracts surrounding magic. The length of wood and type define how well the core can weave and control the magic. The magic is then woven using a movement, and intention – intention is often created through incantation."

"Correct. For an A grade answer I would have mentioned some other things. Mister Potter, can you name one other thing Mister Zabini should have mentioned?"

"Um.. The amount of magic required to charge the core changes depending on the animal or object in the core. The core must be inherently magical."

"Good. Miss Turncole?"

"Some spells do not require magic around them to work, merely pulling magic from the core themselves, allowing those spells to be performed in a place where magic wards prevent other spells from working."

"Very good. Mister Miki?"

"Finite Incantatum, the basic reversal spell does not rely on any core magic, the wands core is instead energised and linked directly to the weave it is trying to unravel." the Japanese boy spoke up.

"Miss Miki, anything you can add to that?"

"Wands are not necessary to perform magic?"

"Correct. That is the answer I was looking for. Wands are not necessary to perform magic. It is just the easiest way. For instance, instead of casting a short range fire charm to burn an opponent in battle, what if I used my katana as a focus and cast the same spell as I sliced into them. As I am not using a wand, the weave will be different, instead of sending of a brief cloud of heat for example, it would most likely turn the majority of the blade red hot. As I do not have a core in my blade like a wand, to draw out the initial charging energy, I need to force it out however." The lesson was mainly theoretical, then meditation.

Endurance and dexterity training were long and hard. By the end Harry was ready to drop dead. When at last the two torture sessions were over, the five pupils made their way to their disguise training.

When they arrived, the door was unlocked, so they entered. The room was basically the same as the other room they had used for weapons foci. After they were seated, their teacher appeared out of no where. Her hair was dark brown and shoulder length. Hairs hung around her narrow face, making it seem as if she was peaking out from under her hair.

"Being able to disguise ones self, and be stealthy is probably the most useful tool you will ever have. In here you will learn to walk silently, talk silently, disappear, reappear and change appearances among other things. We are starting with changing appearance. There are 5 major methods of changing ones appearance, which in many cases will need to be combined. NMA's probably the easiest to see through – using different clothes and NMA makeup one can appear totally difference, potions – these often require forethought – many disguise potions requiring months to create, self transfiguration is a difficult art – so often someone else would do the transfiguration for you instead of pointing a wand at yourself, charms exist to change minor details – eye colour, hair colour and length, accent and the like and then there are magus abilities, our first focus."

She looked around the room as if evaluating everyone within it.

"There are 3 types of magus. Animagus, Multimagus and Altemagus. An Animagus can change their form into that of an animal. Usually an Animagus will only have one form, that that suits them best, however with a lot of training, more forms can be added. Two of you have that ability, Mister and Miss Miki."

The twins smiled at each other.

"A Multimagus or Metamorphmagus is a person who can change their physical characteristics, hair, bone structure etc, using only thought. They cannot change into animals or anything not human and of the same gender, Miss Turncole, you have this ability. Then there is the Altemagus. An Altemagus has the ability to change into any non magical animal, change their appearance and also alter gender."

Harry looked downcast for a minute and Mistress Sole turned to him.

"Harry, your ability is quite bizarre. It appears you have the ability of a Altemagus, with a slight twist. It appears to me that from what I gather, you can only turn into 3 different non magical creatures, you can change into any humanoid race, Vampire, Elf, Daemon etc. and your appearance and physique. Interesting. In case you are all wondering, I am an aura reader. That is how I know." Master Sole continued on about the fact that she had not had any classes before with a multimagus, let alone an Altemagus in over 45 years, and how exciting it would be to train them. Not just one, but three of them. At the end of the class, the five students began getting better acquainted with each other over dinner. The silent girl, Maria Turncole was from America, her father died when she was 5 from a magical variation of the plague, and the family had lost much of it's social standing after the fact. The twins, Shino, the male and the female, Chieko Miki grew up in Japan. Their family bread shadow stallions, a magical breed of black horse ridden by nobility.

The five pupils made their way out onto the oval, and began their physical training.

Harry returned to his room and went to his filing cabinet. He opened the draw directly linked to Takan's draw and pulled out a list of modules to learn for the next day, along with a list of advised books based on the first day of classes. He sat down at his desk and began the arduous task of learning the next days assignments.

After ticking the last one off of his list, he took his suggested reading list and turned the key for the large room like compartment. The trunk turned so that it was vertical, Harry crouched down and slid into his compartment, which turned out to be a small corridor maybe 3 meters deep. The door closed as he stepped through, the lights above him flickered on. At the opposite end of the room was a door which looked remarkably like an elevator. On the elevator door was a letter held up by a piece of masking tape.

To Mister Harry Potter.

Takan has never before taken on a protege. I gather he has not told you much about himself, and it is not my place to do so for him. When he does you will understand why this is a special occurrence.

As it is obvious we can expect great things from you, I have decided to give you a little present. This trunk is almost exactly as I said it was, except for one thing. I had been working on a charm to, instead of expanding a chamber to the size of a large room, approximately 15 times the size of the trunk, it would expand it to 300 times. I succeeded and within the space, I placed this large complex.

Regards

Steve

P.S. If you hurt Takan I will hunt you down and kill you. Enjoy the trunk

Harry gaped at the message. Then snapping to his senses he pressed the button to open the doors. The doors slid open silently, and Harry looked at the control panel. The 'complex' had 100 floors, each button had a label next to it – many of which were blank. The few that were filled in were "Living quarters", "Library", "Laboratory", "Running Track", "Training room" and "Ritual space". He pressed the button for the library. The lift began moving upwards at an incredible pace. Harry found himself inside a huge room. He could barely see the opposite wall. Along the walls were shelves that were filled with books. In the center of the room was a group of armchairs a desk and a lectern. Upon the lectern sat a large red book and a sheet of parchment.

Mister Potter.

Takan is well respected at our store. The book set you purchased along with another seventeen thousand books have been placed in your library for your use. The main reason, one which Takan has no doubt not told you, is that much of Maestrom owes him a huge debt. Takan has saved our city from complete ruin 5 times over the course of his 35 years as a Protector. You probably do not know about the Protectors, you will probably learn more about them in history. He retired 10 years ago and Yoshia Kama has been asking him to take on as mentor since. Only this year did he accept, and he has refused to accept another student after you.

I personally, as do many others, see this as a sign that you are his 'heir' in a way. I ask you not to pester Takan about his past, he has basically told every shop owner in Maestrom that if we offer him special treatment or anything of the sort, outside of friendship, he will never shop with us again. So I personally see this as a way of paying him back.

Do not mention that I have said you were his only 'fledgling', he came to us straight after you accepted and told us to act as if he often had a student under him... don't ask me why.


Regards

Paul

Magical Books and Tomes Pty. Ltd.

Harry blinked. Then he stared at the letter and blinked again. Worried that he would have a heart attack if he read any more letters, he decided to read the books on the recommended list. He opened the red book that was under the parchment he turned to the "s" section (AN – if you have not figured it out, it is a catalog).

Special Abilities – Disguise and Transformation (Vol 1)

He tapped it with one of his generic wands (Takan had advised that he keep the other two in his trunk until he needed them, to prevent loss or damage), as the note from Takan had instructed, and the book materialised next to the index.

He sat down on one of the chairs and began to read. One particular passage jumped out at him.

Terremagus

The ability to transform into any humanoid, and change the features of said form (occasionally with the ability to change things like muscle mass, gender etc) is extremely rare. It is estimated that one appears every 500 years. As such not much is known about how the changes come about.

We do however assume that Terremagus transformations are much the same as Metamorphamagus' transformations.

Terremagus' also have the ability to transform into a couple of animals. A few have also been known to transform into a magical creature. It is hypothesised that this is achieved the same way an Altemagus would perform the transformation. The Terremagus decides the forms.

Testing for Terremagus skills: Please place a drop of blood on this square. If it turns green, you are a Terremagus.

Following the directions, Harry placed a drop of blood onto the small square at the base of the page. Green.

Harry stared at the page for a while, then began on the other books. An hour or so later a loud chime went off, indicating someone waiting at the door to his rooms. Takan.

Harry placed the book on the desk and walked back into the elevator pressing the "LOBY" button. He stepped out of the trunk, which promptly righted itself, and opened the door.

"How was your day Mister Potter?"

"Good thank you sir."

"I have not had a chance to talk to your teachers. How were classes?"

"Fine I guess sir. I found out I am a Terremagus."

Takan raised his eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well how interesting. Cecile mentioned something about your bunch being talented. Especially Zabini and yourself."

Harry stood silently, then startled at his lack of manners, stepped back.

"Want to come in?"

Takan nodded and sat on the chair in front of the desk, turning it to face the bed, where Harry sat.

"Paul is pleased with your training, he observed you today in the background. Have you completed tomorrows memory dumps?" At Harry's nod, he continued. "Good. Now what will happen is you will train, eat, then use the portal. If you leave at 8, it will be 9 when you get there, so you will need to go backwards an hour. I suggest giving yourself a good five minutes at least to get to the classroom, although if you are late you could just go back a few minutes until you were not late. After classes you will come back here and go forward an hour. Study then sleep. Okay?"

Harry yawned, then nodded his agreement.

"I will see you on Sunday to take you to Shar Llounen."

Harry crawled into bed, eagerly awaiting the next day.

His first class of the day was Ritual studies with Mistress Sielle, a tall, thin, mousy haired lady. The first class was theoretical, discussing why some things require ritual.

"Mister Zabini. What is the purpose of a ritual?"

"To create complex weaves instead of the basic single threaded weaves of a spell."

"Good. Mister Potter. Can you expand on that?"

"Rituals can also cross barriers a standard spell cannot cross, dimensional and time for example, as well as combine the strength of casters and use magical currents to the advantage of the head caster."

"Good. Miss Turncole, what is the purpose of an athame in ritual magic?"

"To cut threads of magic in the weave, unlike sacrificial magic in which it is used to draw blood."

"Acceptable answer. Miss Miki, the star, be it a 5 pointed pentagram, a six pointed, 12, 20, 24, 50 or 100 is used during most rituals. Why?"

"The star contains a separate, equal quadrant for all casters with a separate center section where the magic is focused."

"Good. Mister Miki. A ritual being performed by a single person on themselves is always performed in a star with how many points?"

"12. North, South, East and West marks at 12, 3, 6 and 9."

"Good. Follow me to ritual space 1."

The five students followed their teacher down the floating corridors and into a room with a golden pentagram.

"The five of you are going to weave a basic spell which will construct an illusion of a memory of the head caster. Mister Potter. Position one. Mentis Creo is the incantation. Mister Potter will start, continuing to repeat the incantation how many times Miss Turncole?"

"Twice Mistress."

"Correct. Whilst he is incanting he will think of a memory. You will each start when the person one position anti clockwise to you has finished their third Mentis."

Harry focused on the memory of reading the letter he was sent from the two schools. As the five students climaxed in their chant a black haze formed in the center of the room, drawing them all in, each student acting out the scene as Harry remembered it.

The next class was Arithmancy with Master Calcule, which was on the whole rather dry. As most of Arithmancy was theoretical, with a few written practice questions, the class appeared to take hours. They were however promised that classes would get better when they had mastered more of the art.

Runes, Harry decided was interesting. It was, in truth the first real magic they had performed. It involved inscribing a rune in the air, using what Mistress Mare called "Wand Pen". Basically what they did was adjust the temperature of the room by drawing a rune in the air. It did however become tedious very quickly.

"Runes, you will find, can be used for all the basic spells, however they take longer. Runes are however, not just a means of performing simple spells. They are used in ritual magic, they can be used to write texts. Many other things as well."

Ancient magic and spell creation were theoretical for the most part.

Harry returned to Karana, brought himself back to the correct time frame and began dumping for the next day. After his dumps were complete he went down into his library and pulled out a book on basic runes entitled "The complete guide to every day runes". He turned to the back and skimmed through the index, finding exactly what he wanted.

"Using an MIC:

To use a MIC one should take a staff and stand it 5 feet in front of the lectern which will be holding the book. (To force staff to stand up turn to page 3521). Place the MIC in the jewel clasp. Activate the staff using the following rune (fig 1.1). Place the following rune on your forehead (use the burn method page 102) (fig 1.2). As long as the staff remains active with the MIC crystal within it, the user does not need to perform the above steps again. Once the staff is disabled, the procedure will need to be repeated.

Take each book you wish to implant and en scribe the following rune upon it (fig 1.3). A beam of light should connect from the book to the crystal, then the crystal to your forehead."

Harry began the procedure. When he got to the part about the burn method he flipped to page 102.

"The Burn method:

Often a rune will need to be placed upon the human body. There are two ways of doing this. Tattoo method, which draws the rune in a black ink. This method is for permanent runes. The second is the burn method. This method is used for temporary runes which tie in with another rune. Telepathy runes (used for communication between two people) for example can be done with either method depending on permanency. The burn method does not actually burn the person, instead it forms a black, thick rune which is slightly extruded. To perform the burn method, use the incantation 'pointe à tracer à peler' then use as for wand pen method."

Wednesday was relatively boring, Blaise asked about the mark on his forehead, to which Harry answered truthfully, leading to a discussion between the five pupils about the teaching methods of the school. During classes each teacher started by saying how essential their class is, and how it is one of the corner stones of Magic. Transfiguration was spent turning matches to needles to sewing machines and back again, Master Beneview then made them transfigure a sloth into cloth to test the machines. History of magic took the format of dump, overview, quiz, and became monotonous quickly. General charms started by dealing with perfecting wand movements, then levitation. Then using their hands to levitate. Blaise mastered it in ten minutes, Harry 15 minutes later.

Herbology was fun. Master Stem spent the entire time showing how some basic plants, if treated incorrectly, could do some funny things – like turn hair green. Care of Magical creatures was fairly boring, they discussed habitats and ecosystems inside the groundskeepers hut with promises to see animals 'soon'. Astronomy was almost a snooze session. Everyone lay down facing the sky whilst Mistress Starfriend traced the stars in the sky. Over all it was a generally rewarding day.

Once back at Karana, Harry went through his ritual of dump, then retire to the library. This time he used the MIC. Harry had finished his first 5 books for the night and then he accidentally drew the rune over the catalog. The effects were strange. He could remember the title of all the books, nothing of surprise, but he was surprised when he could think of a title and it appeared in his hands. He was even more surprised when he saw the runes that flared up on his wrist when the book appeared.

The next day was spent at Brahe. The first class was Potions, a double, with Master Snape. Master Snape was the brother of a British teacher, Severus Snape, who taught at Hogwarts. He was a dark man, with a biting sense of humor. He was liked by everyone in the class, and well respected. The class brew befudlement broth and confusion cakes.

Master Zen taught defense against the dark arts in a rather unusual manner. They walked into the classroom and found themselves being herded into a corner by a group of dark creatures. Master Zen froze the room, then pointed out the creatures weaknesses and then unfroze them all, allowing them to defeat the creatures.

Master Malfay, teacher of Dark Arts, was what one could only call snobbish. He began with a brief history (including "The influential British Malfoy family split from the Malfay family in 1651"). Then he began a class debate.

"What are the dark arts? Mister Potter?"

"Arts which have been classified Dark by the council."

"Correct and at the same time, totally incorrect. Accio, the summoning charm, could be classified dark if anyone recommended it, yet it would not be a true dark art. Zabini?"

"Arts which use negative fuel like hate or use blood."

"Partially correct again. Maybe if we add the rest of you to this our definition will be slightly correct. Miss Miki?"

"Arts which take away free will or cannot be blocked."

"Also correct. Mister Miki?"

"Arts which taint a being's soul."

"Yes. And finally Miss Turncole."

"Arts which are destructive."

"Partially correct again. So in summary you say that Dark Arts are 'Classified dark', use a negative energy like hate, or use blood, is unblockable, takes away free will, will taint a beings soul and are destructive. All of these apply to some dark arts, but they also apply to some light arts. Accio is destructive, Petrificus Totalus takes away free will. If I were to define dark arts I would say "Magic which is feared by the average practitioner of magic. You are not to be afraid of them. You will use them, you will not abuse them and you will love them. You will not however fall under their seduction. To avoid any of you going dark, you will have to sign this contract with blood. Please note that if you violate this contract you will have you magic dampened, then you will be transported to our holding cell."

After everyone signed, they went on to the lesson, learning a variety of borderline dark spells. Sacrificial magic and Dark Rituals were mainly theoretical, talking about the sacrifices that could be asked for and the effects they could have, it was taught by Mistress Kama, the headmasters sister.

The next two days were Basically spent furthering their knowledge, continuing along the same ilk as they had before. Sunday was the strangest day.

At breakfast, Takan approached Harry and took him to one of the portal cubes. Takan then taught Harry how to flip the cube vertically so that Shar Llounen appeared. Shar Llounen had walls made out of a blood red fire. When Harry touched it his hands went straight through.

"To your left is T1, right is P1, front it R1. This years Black Phoenix is Jacinta Selle from the Silver Serpents. She joins you only for the first 2 sessions. You will be evaluated by each of the races that will be teaching you magic. If you have ability, you will be taught, if not, the item will be dropped and your schedule re-arranged."

"Thank you sir."

"Off with you."

The first two classes, Mental defense and offense were mainly mediation. One could invade the mind of another merely by directing thought, the same as one could block out others by building a mental wall. The class was taught by Master Kama (Yoshia).

After his mind magic classes with Master Kama, Harry sat and waited whilst Jacinta left. Seconds later, Ilztdorl Hungyhim, Mistress of Drow magic walked into the room. She wore leather combat gear, much like that of Mistress Kail. Her pure white hair was pulled back tightly into a pony tail, and contrasted completely with her dark skin. Her ears were slightly pointed and she held herself with confidence.

"You are the black phoenix?" she demanded.

Harry nodded dumbly.

"Answer me when I ask you something boy."

"Yes Ma'am."

She looked him over. Harry felt as if his soul had been torn apart and lain out for inspection. Then she looked up at Harry.

"So, Terremagus?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Even if you did not naturally have the ability to perform Drow magic, that would be enough. You definitely have the ability to perform it. However I suggest you learn quickly how to Terremage yourself into Drow form. Then we can work on higher level magics."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Draeval Kult'ressin?"

"The time spell Ma'am?"

She nodded slowly. "Yoshia must expect great things from you. He can only perform that spell once. We gave him the knowledge to perform the spell after the last black phoenix graduated. How much do you use it?"

"Only to get to the right time for class, and I will be going back a whole day tonight."

The Drow mage snorted and looked at Harry as if he were stupid.

"You have been given a gift boy. Use it. You can go back in time and study longer, practice harder and learn more. You did not even consider doing that did you?"

"No Ma'am."

"Right then, before we start Drow magic we will work out what you will do. And stop calling me Ma'am. Call me Ilztdorl, which means Mystic Warrior"

Harry and Ilztdorl sat down at one of the desks and planned out a schedule.

"Right, each morning after you wake up, you will go back one day. You will spend that day training in all subjects using your trunk. After the training day, you will go to sleep, wake up and NOT go back in time, living that day. The next morning you go back. Simple enough?"

"Yes Ilztdorl."

"Now Drow Magic. The Drow, like the Elves and Fae are inherently magical. Many of the races are directly connected with an element, ours is fire. We also draw power from the magic of the earth. Drow live underground."

Ilztdorl spoke for the remainder of the period about the history of the Drow. Then when the period was finished another lady walked in, her back, all the time facing Harry.

"Corbael Dwyn'neldth, my friend, it has been too long since I have seen you here."

"Ilztdorl, it is good to see you again too. This is the pupil is it?"

The Drow mage nodded. The woman turned allowing Harry a good look. She stood as tall as Ilztdorl, around six feet, she wore long flowing green robes, her eyes were a pale blue, unlike the black of Ilztdorl, and her skin was white as snow, contrasting with her black hair. (--AN-- Some say elves are all blonde. Bah. --AN--)

"Anything I should know about him Ilzt?"

"He's a Terremagus. He is also able to perform Drow magic and has been given the Draeval Kult'ressin."

Corbael looked at Harry much the same as Ilztdorl had.

"He is worthy of learning the elven way. I guess you have assigned him the same training schedule as we used?"

"Correct. I must go and report to the Drow council. Much has been revealed this day."

"For sure. Mister Potter, let's begin by talking about Elven Magic. Elves are connected to the element of earth. We draw our energy from every living thing. We are distant cousins of the Drow, and once our relationship was very strained. Lately through many talks and agreements, we have become a lot closer." she continued on talking about how the Elves magic works. When the lesson was finished she disappeared after telling Harry to wait for Faeis, the Fae magic master.

Faeis appeared in a swirl of air. He stood about 5 inches high and had two wings folded across his back. His hair was the colour of white gold, and he wore a gold circlet on his head. When he landed on the floor he slowly began to change into a boy the size of a nine year old.

"Young Master Potter? I am Faeis."

Harry remembered a comment Takan had made earlier about the Fae.

"Well met Master Faeis. I trust the skies were clear and the breeze was fresh?"

"You know our greeting Mister Potter. Good. I was informed by Yoshia that you are a Terremagus. Have you read much about them?"

"I know a Terremagus can change into any humanoid and a couple of animals as well as manipulate their appearance and physique."

"Almost correct. Human books. Pft. A Terremagus contains more than one type of magic in their core. All Fae are technically Terremagus', we have the 'Fae' form and the 'Faerie' form which I arrived in. The human way of Terremaging is limited like the book you read said. You however will be taught properly. If you have a core of an NMA, you could terremage into one. You would not look different, you would just appear to be unable to perform magic. The same for any other creature. When Terremaged into another form, that form's magical core takes over. To an NMA, their core is unable to manipulate magic. A Terremagus, like yourself has often got thousands, or even millions of different cores available. You are able to perform other races magic because whilst the racial core takes over, there are small gaps for other magics to seep out. Are you with me."

Harry thought for a moment then nodded.

"Why does appearance change then Master Faeis?"

"Simple. The body of a human cannot channel different magic easily. As for manipulation of appearance, that is just because your self image is used for the change. If one does not exist, the natural form will come through. If you pull out the Fae core and imagine yourself with black hair instead of the usual colour hair that you will have, then your hair will be black. If you imagined yourself as a female fae, you will be a female fae. Now the easiest way for you to learn how to manipulate your core is for me to do it for you."

Faeis placed his hands on Harry's temples and Harry shut his eyes. Harry could feel an external force reaching down into him. He could feel every stage as his magic readjusted, and with it, his body. When he reopened his eyes he found everything was larger than it appeared before – or rather he was smaller. Faeis created a mirror in the air and Harry stood in front of it. The eleven year old boy now looked no older than 6. He stood at 4' with blond hair cascading down to his shoulders. His ears were slightly pointed and his eyes a deep violet.

"Do you think you could do the same to change yourself back Mister Potter?"

Harry mentally reached down into his core and pulled out a single thread which he had 'seen' Faeis place back into the core earlier. He then returned the Fae thread to the core and allowed the human thread to spread out and 'smother' his core.

"Well done!"

For the next 15 minutes Harry practiced changing from one to the other. As he did this he looked at the different strands of magic he was manipulating. There were millions of strands, and Harry mentally labeled one Human and one Fae. Then he vowed to try some of the others later.

The final class of the day was "Other Magic". Taken by Takan.

"Welcome to Other Magic Harry."

"Thank you Takan."

"Have you ever heard of Serpent Tongue Harry?"

"No sir."

"Well you just spoke it."

Harry looked at Takan bewildered.

"Have you even spoken to a snake before Harry?"

Harry thought back to the zoo fiasco the day before he received his letter. Then he nodded.

"That was Serpent Tongue. Very few can speak it. There are only 3 people alive at the moment who can speak it, you, me, and a British Dark Lord called Voldemort. Serpent tongue is one form of 'Other magic'. Another, would be elemental magic, manipulating elements. Almost every wizard has some affinity to an element. Another one is manipulae, where a wizard can manipulate flows of magic, for example twisting one spell into another. Fairly rare, one your friend Blaise seems to have. You know about the various magus' skills, I myself am an multi animagus, with the forms of a Basilisk and a phoenix. You are a Terremagus, Yoshia is a metamorphmagus. A lot of these fall under the 'Other Magic' category. There are also racial magics, for example phoenix and unicorn magic. I can see from the rune on your forehead that you managed to get the MIC to work using runes. I half expected that not to work. It's magic is a part of the mental arts, closely linked to Legimancy and Oclumancy, which I believe Yoshia is teaching you. It is called Absomancy. A MIC's connection usually needs to be augmented with another run, a rune of mental amplification. Many of these magic's are innate. A natural Legimens will know when a person is lying to them instinctively. A metamorphmagus will often change appearance when threatened, or when their appearance is messed up. These innate gifts need to be trained. Some gifts can be taught to those without natural ability, legimancy and occlumancy are a good example. Others cannot, like magus and elemental abilities. So today, for the remainder of the lesson, we will test you, discover any skills that need training in this class and work out the next years class. You will also be taught a few arts that are 'trainable'."

The lesson consisted of Harry having large complex spells performed upon his person, him performing large complex spells on pieces of paper, him dripping blood into various liquids and various other tests. The last one was too much for Harry to handle.

"Mister Potter, this one needs a semen sample."

"A... What!?!"

"I take it you know what semen is?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how to extract it... manually?"

"N..No..."

"Well lucky there is a spell then."

A spell later and a small phial of semen appeared.

"Positive. Interesting."

"What?"

"Semen carries basically a half set of your genetic code. There is one ability which does not show in a persons DNA and is only present in the ovum or semen's half set. The gene is recessive, meaning that only if both mother and father are carriers is it passed on to the child. There are only two lines in England known to carry this gene. Both families tree's were fairly straight forward, each generation only having one child. One of those lines apparently died out about 40 years ago. Which means your mother was obviously adopted."

"And what is this type of magic sir?"

"White Necromancy, the ability and responsibility to lay down risen dead. A White Necromancer is bound by ancient laws set in stone, fire, water and air thousands of years ago. Alas that is one skill I cannot teach you. There is only ever one fully trained White Necromancer alive at any one time. Yoshia is that person. He will train you during your third, fourth and fifth years."

That evening Harry began exploring the various forms he had. Elf, Drow, Fae, Unicorn, Aquaris, Phoenix, Valkyrie, Kxinti, NMA, the list went on. There were hybrid animals which appeared to have no magic, there were magical creatures, animals and some creatures which Harry could not classify. With each different race came a different way of thinking, heightened or dulled senses and various other changes to his personage.

So ended Harry's first week at Karana. For two years, Harry went back in time each morning, training, learning and becoming the best. Within the Blue Panthers he was known by all members as the Child Prodigy, and apparently the Silver Serpents all knew of Harry being a black phoenix, and spoke of him with awe.

The day before third year Harry was summoned to Takan's office.

"Harry, it is time to choose your electives. Each school offers 2 specialties available only to members of their squadron, apart from Brahe which offers 3. There are also a range of general courses."

Takan handed Harry a list

Karana:

Fighting styles (alternate, other weapons)

Riding (Magical and Non Magical creatures)

Dhakhan:

Personal Rituals

Runic Development

Salem:

Transfiguration mastership

Charms Mastership

Brahe:

Potions Mastership

Advanced Dark Arts

Advanced Dark Rituals

General:

Divination (Salem's)

British History

Music

Combining arts

"Can I do all of them sir?"

"I cannot see that being possible. They have been designed so that they overlap occasionally."

"But with the spell...."

"Very well. If I can get Master Kama to agree you may do them all. But know that I am not happy with your choice. I know from teaching you that you are talented. If you crash and burn during the next year and a half I will prescribe your new schedule. The three official Masterships will require you to be examined at the end of your fifth year. Once you pass your masters, you will be officially recognized everywhere as a master. Even Britain."

Harry's third year was even busier than his previous one. The extra electives meant that occasionally he existed in five places at once. There was one lesson that would forever stand out in Harry's mind.

It was a British history lesson. Master Gabalot was dealing with the first reign of Voldemort. Harry was dozing in his chair, only vaguely listening to him when he heard his name.

"... and Harry Potter, yes the very one in our class, was the one to defeat him. Voldemort attempted to AK him, the curse rebounding without the implementation of a shielding spell, and ripped his soul from his body, earning Harry the title of The Boy Who Lived to the British. Because of the rituals Voldemort has under gone, he is not dead. Just spirit."

Blaise and Harry sent Blaises parents a note asking about the status of Voldemort, and were shocked by the response.

To Blaise and Mister Potter

Voldemort has attempted resurrection once during your first year, and there is talk that he attempted it again in second year. The first time he was going to use the Philosophers stone. The mirror Dumbledore was hiding the stone within was smashed accidentally when they were placing it in the cellar, and with it the stone. The second year was apparently through the use of an enchanted diary. Said diary was flushed down the toilet, and disintegrated.

Now that that is over and done with. How have you been Blaise? Home is not the same without you. I cannot wait to meet your friend, Mister Potter. The media has been in an uproar about his disappearance. 'Boy Who Lived, maybe it is really Boy Who Died' was the most recent headline. Due to Karana's wards, you are invisible to their tracking spells, and therefore able to be declared dead. Unless you appear within seven years.

Rose Zabini

The rest of Harry's schooling was uneventful. Blaise became the Black Phoenix after training with Harry for months before fourth year tournament.

Harry also became extremely close with his Drow and Elven tutors. It was during one of Harry's lessons with Ilztdorl in his fourth year, whilst they were practicing Drow battle techniques that some interesting information came to light. The Drow had thrown a ball of black fire, and actually hit Harry. When the flames cleared, Ilztdorl began laughing. Harry of course was confused, and hurt. His feelings for his Drow teacher was deep.

"Mister Potter, you have been using the time spell a lot haven't you?"

"Yes."

"Did you realise that you have actually aged for part of that time?"

"I have?"

"Cast for me."

Harry cast the spell and was startled to find the results. "I'm 25!"

"Yes Harry. I believe your Terremagus skills have hidden your change in age. The ball of fire I threw at you not only reverted you to your human form, but also took away your ability to Terremage your appearance during the change. Look."

Harry cast a mirror charm and looked in, slightly afraid of what he would see. There in front of the mirror stood a 6'4" man with well toned muscles, hair down to his mid back and bright green eyes.

"Well Mister Potter. I think you are lucky you are a terremagus with such power in Elven and Drow magic, otherwise you would have lived more than an eighth of your life already."

"Huh?"

"How long does an Elf live Harry? What about Drow?"

"Over 2,000 years."

"Correct Harry. How long do you think you will live?"

"I don't know... hundred and fifty."

"Oh no Harry. You are a terremagus. You live until you want to die. Death from Old age occurs when your body gets too old. Your body is always fresh, you could appear to be 55, and your organs will be that of a 55 year old. Appear to be 5, your organs will be that of a 5 year old."

From that point on, he spent his lessons with the Drow and Elf (who decided to combine his lessons in fifth year) in his 'natural' human form. Over the year, Harry developed a crush on both of his teachers, little did he know (until a few months later) that both teachers reciprocated. Neither teacher was willing to give him up either. And so they decided to do what seemed fair. They would share. After talking with Harry, the three became an item, in private of course.

On the last day of term, Harry was called into Takan's office.

"Your time here is up Black Phoenix, I have a letter to you, from Hogwarts."

Takan handed Harry a piece of parchment.

To Mister Harry Potter.

I realise that you have chosen to go to Karana instead of Hogwarts for your education. I have been in contact with Yoshia Kama, your headmaster, and he has informed me that your schooling will only be 5 years in duration. Therefore Hogwarts wishes to extend an invitation to you for the remaining two years.

Due to wizarding laws as they currently are, should you maintain residence within Britain you are required to attend a wizarding school until the end of your 7th year.

I hope you will accept our invitation,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Sir, what would you suggest I do?"

"You are good friends with Blaise, correct?"

"Yes sir."

"He is going to Hogwarts for his last two years, following in his parents footsteps. Why don't you discuss it with him. Should you attend, we will of course be extending your special training in various magics, so you will need to bargain with Dumbledore."

"I will write to him immediately then, if Blaise is going, I will go."

"Okay. Just be careful, Dumbledore is known to be very manipulative."

Takan handed Harry a pen and paper.

To Professor Albus Dumbledore

Thankyou for your invitation. I gladly accept. There are a few terms I wish to set out. I am receiving special instruction by 4 masters here at Karana. When I come, they are coming with me. These masters are to receive the same respect a teacher at your school demands. Only one of these teachers is human. I will require a place to put my trunk. I require nothing else, no bedroom. I wish to be exempt from your house system. Two of these teachers will not require quarters, they will live with me. The teachers names are Takan Kamon (human), Ilztdorl Hungyhim (Drow), Corbael Dwyn'neldth (Elf), Faeis (Fae).

I will arrive on the eve of September First with my teachers after your welcoming feast. Mister Zabini will be coming with me. If you could send someone to meet us outside the doors of the school, I would be most grateful.

Regards


Harold James Potter

Black Phoenix,

Karana.

Harry charmed the letter, which turned into a paper phoenix, which disappeared in a burst of flames.

"Harry, why do you send letters like that, it always messes up my office when they arrive?"

Harry grinned.

Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore was sitting in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, giving his farewell speech, when there was a sudden flash of light. When the students could see again, there was a white paper bird flying towards the Headmaster, behind it, strips of silver foil were coming from it's wings, floating to the floor. The bird landed on the table and unfolded into a sheet of paper.

Albus Dumbledore picked up the paper and read the letter.

"It appears that when you come back next year we will have 2 new students and four new teachers. Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts."

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Well that is chapter 2 finished

Thanks to Constance Malfoy for BETA'ing this chapter (This version is the unbeta'ed one, I will post a beta'ed one when I get it back)

I want to say something now. I HATE MAKING UP NAMES! Cecile Soul... I mean really... ICK! (poor kid ;-P)...

Okay now to explain some things which I would probably have been asked about in reviews.

Takan is NOT NORMAL, as I briefly mentioned. I want to add more depth to Takan before I reveal what exactly a Protector is. I made a mistake in chapter one. I made a feeble excuse in this chapter. Takan has never had a student under him.

The trunks dimensions are estimated to be about 1M X .5M X .5M (lwh), so when in was vertical, it was 1M tall, which expanded 300 times is 300M tall. I gave each room 3M ceilings, making 100 floors. Each floor is 150M x 150M, so in a single word, huge.

---Riddle---

I supplied a couple of figures in this chapter in the library. Think back to chapter one. I also provided another figure which is directly related to the same subject.

See if you can figure it out – review with your answer, be sure to include your squadron, Blue Panther, Golden Eagle, Silver Serpent or Red Fox. 10 pts per question (there are 2 things I want noticed) to the squadron who's member answers first.

(And no, Karana does not have a 'squadron cup', in fact Karana does no grading what so ever. The teachers work with students until they understand completely before moving on – hence the small class sizes. Testing on memory is useless as the memory dumps, once the knowledge is used, forms permanent long term memories.)