Manifestations
Later after dinner, both Harry and Albus excused themselves for the evening to rest and catch up on letters and such. Harry returned gratefully to his chambers looking forward to resting and thinking about all that happened to him in such a short span of time. He looked around for Godric but did not see him in his frame.
'That's weird,' he thought, 'Perhaps he visits other Founder's paintings or something,' he mused. Going over to the Library to scan some titles to read, he was surprised that there seemed to be many more shelves than there was the evening before.
"Harry, are you here?" he heard the voice of Godric calling to him.
"I'm in the study Gramps," he yelled.
"Well, come out for a minute or two, child, tell me how the bonding went. You have no idea how long it's been since I've a decent conversation with anyone qualified."
Harry grinned to himself and laughed. "Hello Gramps," Harry greeted.
"Yes, yes, yes, enough with all that for now lad," Godric replied hastily "Tell me how the Bonding ritual went," he requested.
Harry eyed the painting for a moment and related the events of the evening. "Gramps?" Harry asked
"What is it child?" Godric replied
"Earlier this evening, Albus gave me a text detailing the ritual and asked me to look over it. It seems, however, that I memorized the entire text as well and I really only glanced over it briefly."
Godric nodded knowingly. "It is the beginning of the manifestation of your power," Godric replied. "It seems you will follow my path in your development of your abilities, I, too, developed the mind gift first," he stated. Godric continued, "It seemed to me later on, after I had fully developed, that the mind had to develop first in order to cope with the changes in perception and emotional states that you have and sense. Remember Harry, you share many of the abilities that were used in the ordering of the universe, so your perception naturally has to change as well." Godric finished.
"But what does it mean?" Harry asked, "The power of creation?"
Godric looked thoughtful for a minute before answering. "You are essentially, a sort of, mortal supernatural being, Harry," Godric stated simply. "Certain laws of nature will no longer be binding to you, your very will can bend the fabric of reality." Godric continued on seeing Harry looking rather aghast, "I'm sure you have seen some other older wizards perform what you call wandless magic?" he asked.
Harry nodded and said, "Yes, I see Dumbledore use it all the time. Are you saying I can do that as well?"
Godric smiled and said, "Oh, yes it is one of your many talents." He continued, "Tell me Harry, why does magic work?"
Harry paused for a minute to consider his answer, "Well essentially, as I've been taught thus far, it works because we study the theory behind each spell and use our wands in conjunction with an incantation to focus and manifest the desires of our will." Godric nodded apparently pleased with Harry's answer.
Godric looked at Harry and continued, "One of the things you will be able to do Harry, is simply to WILL the magic to conform to your desires or objective. Starting tomorrow, you will turn in your wand to your mentor and we will focus on training your ability to form and focus the magic with you without a tool. It is very tiring and draining at first, but it is necessary. Your enemies have to rely on their wands to perform their magic but it is weakness you can no longer afford," he finished.
"For now, however, it is time to sleep. On your nightstand, you will find a dreamless sleeping potion; drink it before you sleep because I am going to unlock your new abilities while you sleep. Tomorrow you will be a new man," the Founder finished while grinning.
Harry simply nodded and said, "Very well, Gramps." Harry quickly undressed and lay down in his bed and quickly quaffed the entire potion in one gulp. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Meanwhile, miles away at an unknown location, a dark cloaked figure sat on a throne made of human bones.
"WORMTAIL!" the figure yelled. A short balding wizard with a silver hand suddenly came stumbling into the throne room as quickly as possibly and prostrated himself at the feet of the figure before him.
"Master, how may I serve you?" the cowering figure inquired.
Voldemort looked at Pettigrew and simply stated, "My spies report that Potter has gone missing from his home in Surrey. I want to know where he is. Penetrate the wards surrounding the house on Privet Drive. Since he is no longer there, you will be able to get in easily. I do not care how you do it. Torture and kill the Muggles living there if you have to, but FIND HIM!"
Wormtail simply replied, "Yes My Lord, at once." Voldemort looked down at his servant and said, "Do not fail me or your life is forfeit." Peter started to sweat and shake involuntarily at Voldemort's last statement. Voldemort said, "Now leave, slave!" Wormtail slowly backed out of the throne room bowing as he exited. 'Hmm,' he thought, 'Perhaps this is a sign of the Dark Lord's favor, to be given such an enjoyable task,' he smiled. Wormtail immediately apparated to number 4 Privet Drive and transformed into his Animagus rat form, he slowly approached the house and gave a small squeak of delight. 'Perfect,' he thought, 'As long as Potter is gone, the wards do not protect the Muggles.' He slowly circled the house looking for a way inside. Finding a partially open cellar window, he entered. Transforming back into his human form he made his way up the staircase and opened the door. 'Now the fun begins,' he grinned.
Later after dinner, both Harry and Albus excused themselves for the evening to rest and catch up on letters and such. Harry returned gratefully to his chambers looking forward to resting and thinking about all that happened to him in such a short span of time. He looked around for Godric but did not see him in his frame.
'That's weird,' he thought, 'Perhaps he visits other Founder's paintings or something,' he mused. Going over to the Library to scan some titles to read, he was surprised that there seemed to be many more shelves than there was the evening before.
"Harry, are you here?" he heard the voice of Godric calling to him.
"I'm in the study Gramps," he yelled.
"Well, come out for a minute or two, child, tell me how the bonding went. You have no idea how long it's been since I've a decent conversation with anyone qualified."
Harry grinned to himself and laughed. "Hello Gramps," Harry greeted.
"Yes, yes, yes, enough with all that for now lad," Godric replied hastily "Tell me how the Bonding ritual went," he requested.
Harry eyed the painting for a moment and related the events of the evening. "Gramps?" Harry asked
"What is it child?" Godric replied
"Earlier this evening, Albus gave me a text detailing the ritual and asked me to look over it. It seems, however, that I memorized the entire text as well and I really only glanced over it briefly."
Godric nodded knowingly. "It is the beginning of the manifestation of your power," Godric replied. "It seems you will follow my path in your development of your abilities, I, too, developed the mind gift first," he stated. Godric continued, "It seemed to me later on, after I had fully developed, that the mind had to develop first in order to cope with the changes in perception and emotional states that you have and sense. Remember Harry, you share many of the abilities that were used in the ordering of the universe, so your perception naturally has to change as well." Godric finished.
"But what does it mean?" Harry asked, "The power of creation?"
Godric looked thoughtful for a minute before answering. "You are essentially, a sort of, mortal supernatural being, Harry," Godric stated simply. "Certain laws of nature will no longer be binding to you, your very will can bend the fabric of reality." Godric continued on seeing Harry looking rather aghast, "I'm sure you have seen some other older wizards perform what you call wandless magic?" he asked.
Harry nodded and said, "Yes, I see Dumbledore use it all the time. Are you saying I can do that as well?"
Godric smiled and said, "Oh, yes it is one of your many talents." He continued, "Tell me Harry, why does magic work?"
Harry paused for a minute to consider his answer, "Well essentially, as I've been taught thus far, it works because we study the theory behind each spell and use our wands in conjunction with an incantation to focus and manifest the desires of our will." Godric nodded apparently pleased with Harry's answer.
Godric looked at Harry and continued, "One of the things you will be able to do Harry, is simply to WILL the magic to conform to your desires or objective. Starting tomorrow, you will turn in your wand to your mentor and we will focus on training your ability to form and focus the magic with you without a tool. It is very tiring and draining at first, but it is necessary. Your enemies have to rely on their wands to perform their magic but it is weakness you can no longer afford," he finished.
"For now, however, it is time to sleep. On your nightstand, you will find a dreamless sleeping potion; drink it before you sleep because I am going to unlock your new abilities while you sleep. Tomorrow you will be a new man," the Founder finished while grinning.
Harry simply nodded and said, "Very well, Gramps." Harry quickly undressed and lay down in his bed and quickly quaffed the entire potion in one gulp. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Meanwhile, miles away at an unknown location, a dark cloaked figure sat on a throne made of human bones.
"WORMTAIL!" the figure yelled. A short balding wizard with a silver hand suddenly came stumbling into the throne room as quickly as possibly and prostrated himself at the feet of the figure before him.
"Master, how may I serve you?" the cowering figure inquired.
Voldemort looked at Pettigrew and simply stated, "My spies report that Potter has gone missing from his home in Surrey. I want to know where he is. Penetrate the wards surrounding the house on Privet Drive. Since he is no longer there, you will be able to get in easily. I do not care how you do it. Torture and kill the Muggles living there if you have to, but FIND HIM!"
Wormtail simply replied, "Yes My Lord, at once." Voldemort looked down at his servant and said, "Do not fail me or your life is forfeit." Peter started to sweat and shake involuntarily at Voldemort's last statement. Voldemort said, "Now leave, slave!" Wormtail slowly backed out of the throne room bowing as he exited. 'Hmm,' he thought, 'Perhaps this is a sign of the Dark Lord's favor, to be given such an enjoyable task,' he smiled. Wormtail immediately apparated to number 4 Privet Drive and transformed into his Animagus rat form, he slowly approached the house and gave a small squeak of delight. 'Perfect,' he thought, 'As long as Potter is gone, the wards do not protect the Muggles.' He slowly circled the house looking for a way inside. Finding a partially open cellar window, he entered. Transforming back into his human form he made his way up the staircase and opened the door. 'Now the fun begins,' he grinned.
