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Chapter 2
For a week now, Dumbledore had been refreshing Harry in magic with revision courses and had even taken the monitoring charm off Harry's wand. Dumbledore polished the chinks in Harry's armour with certain spells, theories and advice. Harry was amazed at Dumbledore's knowledge; it was not like talking to Hermione with her superior tone and library like voice, with the headmaster he had experience his own views, he knew the factual knowledge but could simplify and complicate it. Albus Dumbledore was incredible to listen to, he gave Harry new theories on magic and often talked with Harry into the night with magical theory. With Dumbledore, it was not boring and it made sense to Harry. Harry was beginning to have an utterly weird dream would be Voldemort and Dumbledore discussing magical theory and magic in all its views it would be a wonder for the world.
Under the headmaster's tutelage Harry began learning duelling as an art, the theory and the headmaster started teaching Harry useful spells, which could adapted for other situations than they were meant for. In addition, Harry was picking up a sixth kind of sense, one with magic and magical awareness and he could now identify Voldemorts, magical signature and had the jist of Lucius Malfoy's.
Harry was also finding out about himself like that he was ambidextrous in his feet and hands but had a lazy left hand. Another thing he had found out was that never to trust Moody when he had queer look on his face. Last time that had happened Harry agrred to language lessons which was one of Moody's contacts putting languages into Harry's brain illegally and with a spell… Harry had currently 11 languages residing in his brain, English, French, Latin, Ancient Egyptian, Swiss, Russian, Spanish, German, Mandarin, Cantonese and Japanese. Dumbledore was also trying to teach Harry High Atlantean, but they were doing that the legal way unfortunately as no-one really spoke High Atlantean.
Physical training had begun as well with jogging at midnight and at dusk and also pulling weights at a gym which surprisingly Dumbledore's idea. Harry remembered that day well.
Flashback
"Sir, why am I going to go jogging and going to the gym?"
Dumbledore looked at him like he was witless,
"Harry my boy, your going to need to look dashing to attend these ball's," Harry looked at him incredulously while Dumbledore continued, "I want you to be able to charm the birds out of the trees…"
End Flashback
Harry thought grimly about the way his training was looking, soon Snape will come and teach him the basic's of meditation and the dark arts. Moody would show him a few auror level spells and Remus was teaching him curse's and shields but that was only the end of this week next week was his transformation. He sighed he knew it was coming but did not want it.
Next week would begin his transformation into an aristocrat; he would begin fencing, riding, music, etiquette, dress sense, shopping, strategy, games, and painting.
All squashed in 2 weeks and his magical training would continue in between with his physical. It was going to be jam-packed. God only knew how he would survive…
Today was meditation and the basics of the dark arts. Snape had arrived and was currently waiting in Harry's room while Harry prepared some tea. Harry Potter was scared, he could see the fury and devastation waiting upstairs but he was not a Gryffindor for nothing. Finally, there in his room was Snape sitting on a Persian rug in HARRY POTTER'S room in a Buddha sort of style.
The cogs in Harry's mind were turning and one thought came through, 'God this is a Kodak moment, I so wish I had a camera.'
Not wishing to interrupt Harry lay down the tea next to Snape and began in earnest to clear his mind. After several tries Snape's voice came drifting through,
"Potter sit down as I am, do not ask questions just do as I do…"
Harry sat down in the way professor Snape was in and waited for the next instruction,
"Picture a black square on a white background…"
Harry did so and found it immediately comforting, he smiled ruefully, 'finally it was coming to him'
Snape's voice rung out again, "Concentrate on it and try and feel your magic, breath in and out and look through the mist,"
Harry concentrated on the black square and white background and breathed in and out. Everything started resolving around him, his senses were more aware but his mind's eye was completely different.
"See the mist, which is the only shields your mind has against intrusions you will need to build them up. Focus on them if you can feel a bit of magic inside yourself give them some."
Harry did so and could see the mist building up inside, growing taller, wider and growing more dense.
"Now all your memories are outside of this mist barrier concentrate and picture a memory and put it inside the black square of the white background. Now you have done that, you can feel a sensation concentrate on that sensation and its kind of like pulling your memories inside the black square…"
In Harry's eyes, that is exactly what it felt like. All his memories, which strayed everwhere, were all clustered in the middle.
"Concentrate on making the mist a barrier of some sort around those memories. Also, think of all the things you think protect you and concentrate on them and goad them with your magic into the mist."
Harry thought about his entire protector's: the order, Dumbledore, his parents and Sirius and guided and goaded them into the mist. The mist strengthened and became more substantial it grew wider again and had a protective element feeling about it.
"Well done Potter the first thing you have ever done right in my tutelage… Lets hope you can continue your lucky streak because I am teaching you the basics of the dark arts now…"
Harry sighed and took his wand out but was inwardly pleased he had completed his task, learnt how to meditate and had the basics of occulemency and could clear his mind.
Snape had taught Harry some basic Dark arts curses and given him talks about it. The dark arts were not necessarily bad but depended on the intent but there were dangers. Sometimes delving too deeply gave your eyes a different colour and could disfigure your body but that was mostly due to dark rituals. Using the dark arts constantly also decreased thinking ability and often gave you mood swings after using the dark arts for a long time.
Snape also said it gave you a ring of darkness around your aura and gave you subtle changes. Then Harry had had Remus give him a lesson on shields, which was interesting, Harry had learnt a barrier charm a more powerful shield charm and was getting to grips with the deflection orb, which was immensely advanced, and complex.
Moody then added to his arsenal the grappling charm a simple but useful spell that cast a magical grappling hook to attack to a building and began instructing him on using a rose whip spell which was a variant of the one Dumbledore used in the atrium.
All in all Harry was progressing and he needed to, if his life spark wanted to continue…
Next chapter: In the Ally
Sirius's will
The mystery interested parties?
Shopping
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