Chapter 2 All Brain no Brawn

Harry sat there stunned. He didn't know what to do. Should he tell Dumbledore, Hermione or maybe Ron? Ha, Ron yea right Harry what do you expect him to do? 'Harry, this is big magic! Ah well. Up for a game of chess?' Yea Ron would be a big help. Hermione? 'Harry, go straight to Professor Dumbledore while I check the library.' Maybe Dumbledore? NO this I think I will keep to myself.

Harry sat there for who knows how long and read the spell through. He thought about what could go wrong, what could happen if he got this spell correct. Well he thought I should probably try it. This Harry realised was going to take a lot of planning. After he decided to try it in the morning when he was refreshed he got up and went to get himself a snack.

Harry woke up and felt unusually happy for once. Then he remembered, the spell!

After he dressed in Dudley's old hand me downs. He quickly went down stairs to find the Dursley's already seated. All conversation stopped as soon as they saw him. Harry sat on his usual secluded part of the table and began to spoon some eggs onto his plate when Uncle Vernon bellowed 'Boy, I don't care if your freaky friends come over, you are still mine!' And with that said he jumped up and ran to Harry Who took this as the end of his short breakfast and bolted for his room but not before his seeker reflexes kicked in and he deftly ducked a blow from his Uncle. Once he got into his room he got out his wand and pointed it to his doorway. The door slammed open and there stood Uncle Vernon, a dangerous shade of purple with the vein on his temple looking fit to burst. But once he saw what was pointed at his face he let out a squeal, that you would associate with a pig, and ran from the room. This was his second victory over the Dursleys' and his war.

Feeling refreshed and wide-awake he got the piece of parchment from under his loose floorboard and sat down to begin. Once he was comfortable, with the desired book in his hand he began the spell. Once he stopped chanting the incantation he braced himself for the effect to take place only, nothing happened. As soon as he thought that, it began. His wand started to shine a brilliant white that spread to his arm and then all around his body. The most curios sensation happened. If he had to describe it, he would probably say it felt like the Imperius Curse but he knew he was in control. It felt like there was no care in the world, nothing to be scared of and nothing to worry about. It was total bliss. He tried to move his arm but he found that his hands were already busy turning over the pages, while his eyes read line for line at an alarming rate. His brain stored everything in the right place and didn't miss a beat. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. If he himself weren't in this position he wouldn't believe it. He thought there was no learning spell, no spell to make you remember something out of a book. But as he sat there, his hands turned the pages as if it were the last day of the world whilst his mind stored everything it read. It was a mixture between the Imperius and a speed enhancement charm. The spell told you to read and reading was exactly what you did, while the speed charm made your hands and eyes moved at speeds that you thought weren't humanly possible. This Harry thought is the life. You just sit there and relax while your body does all the work.

Two hours later the spell was lifted and he stood up. He couldn't believe it. He felt like he had just woken up from a long and peaceful sleep. He picked up the heavy tomb and scanned the pages only to find that he automatically recalled every word he was about to read. He remembered the incantation and wand movement; on another place in his mind he remembered the words, as you would describe the spell to someone else. This spell was even better than he thought it would be. It was easy, fast and surely effective.

Harry went to his trunk to get another book but then it hit him. A headache like he hadn't experienced in a long time, it felt like a bludger to the head. Feeling the pain rattling behind his eyes he decided to have a lie in...

When he woke up it was almost dark. He shifted his sore arms and figured that the spell surely had its negative effects. He slept the whole day and he experienced a headache that would make you think that you had had a fight with Grawp. But it was sure as hell worth it. Even if it makes you sleep for a day it was worth it. Hermione would take days even weeks to read that book! After a quick trip to the bathroom he decided to try it on another book. Two hours later the same effects; tired, headache and even more painful arms. As soon as his head hit the pillow he fell into a dreamless yet very peculiar throbbing sleep.

The next two days came and went for Harry as if it never existed. He fell into a routine were he would complete a book, sleep, wake up, grab a snack from the kitchen and then it would start all over again. It was Tuesday when he took a break from his chaotic routine. As always when he was doing nothing his mind would automatically stray to the prophecy and Sirius.

It's unfair he thought, as he sat on his windowsill and saw three teenagers strolling around with carefree look on their faces. They don't have to worry about killing a truly evil dictator or worry about their friends' safety, only because they're your friends. They can just live normal lives, worry about homework or do plainly nothing without their mind wandering to their murdered Parents and Godfather. As he sat there he realised that his friends sacrificed their normality for his sake. They don't have to but they do because they care for him. They could just desert him and have normal lives but they willingly give it up. They fight for what they believe in, with hope to make this world a better place even if it wasn't for them. The same with his parents and Sirius, they fought to make it a better place. Then he realised he had a lot more to fight for. He could fight for his parents and Sirius. He had to fight for a place in the world and he wouldn't get it if Voldemort was still alive. He would fight to get back what was stolen from him. ...Kill or be killed...

With that thought he went back to his room after a bathroom break. As he walked past Dudley's room he saw him shooting poor innocent kids who happened to walk by with a B.B gun. Harry couldn't understand how anyone could get pleasure out of tormenting other kids. He thought about jinxing the gun to shoot Dudley. Hmmm that gave him an idea... After he completed another book and lay down to try and force the headache away he devised his plan.

When Harry woke up at five o' clock from the alarm spell he had cast, he quickly slipped on some new clothes and started his preparations for the long day ahead of him. Harry walked over to his window and peered out at the dark street and scanning every detail deciding on which route he should take. He turned back to his room and made his way to the pile of things he had prepared for his travel. He put his plain black robes on and slid his wand into the inside pocket. He snatched everything else he would need and got under his invisibility cloak. He was just making his way for the door when he remembered he forgot his key. He walked back to his trunk and scrambled around for a minute, got it and left the house very silently.

Harry was strolling at a fast pace down the street, his empty enlarged backpack flapping against his back. When he turned the corner of the third street he stopped and peered around to make sure there weren't any muggles looking while he pulled off his invisibility cloak and placed it in his backpack. He reached for his wand and stuck it out into the direction of the street. For a moment Harry wondered if it had worked but tossed the thought a second later when a there was a loud BANG and the magnificent triple Decker bus appeared out of nowhere. After five years in the Wizarding world, he was still amazed at sudden appearances of unknown objects. The person who stepped out, Harry remembered as Stan Shunpike the Conductor of the Knight Bus.

'Hullo and welcome to the Knight Bus, I am Stan Shunpike the Conductor.' Stan announced.

Harry hesitated for a moment, but stepped up to Stan anyway 'Hi! I need to get to Diagon Alley.' Stan scanned Harry up and down for a brief second. 'Sure. Hop in. What did you say your name was?' Stan questioned. Harry thought for a second about whether he would try and lie to him or just be honest. Stepping onto the bus he replied 'I didn't. The name's Harry Potter. How much do I owe you?' Harry stretched out his hand to shake Stan's. Stan practically grabbed Harry's hand and shook it vigorously with a wide smile 'It's truly and honour to finally meet The Harry Potter, I thought I recognised you from somewhere...' His eye quickly flickered up to Harry's scar and back down to his eyes, 'Considering that it is you, you get a discount. That'll be nine sickles.' Harry reached into his robe pocket and felt the weight of quite a few galleons that he must have had left from last year as well. He took them out and did a rough count of ten galleons, thinking for a second he thought of something. He gave all the money to the conductor and told him to keep the change. Stan's jaw dropped and was just about to say something but Harry cut him off 'I was never on this bus.' With an understanding smile and a nod, Stan walked over to the bus driver and told him to get going.

The bus trip was fairly short considering that he was the only person on the bus. They stopped outside of the Leaky Cauldron pub and Stan winked at him as Harry got off and made his way inside. When Harry walked into the practically deserted pub (there were a few passed out wizards in a corner.) he avoided Tom, the innkeeper, and made his way out back. He reached the wall and racked his brain for a few moments trying to remember where to tap with his wand. He remembered, reached out for his wand and started counting the bricks. When he found the right one he tapped it and walked through the arch into the long but amazing street of Diagon Alley. It was almost six o' clock now and most of the shops were starting to open. Deciding not to waste too much time or attract too much attention, he made his way over to Gringotts, walking as fast as possible. It didn't take him to long to reach the marble steps of the bank. He glided up them and entered the lobby. Still amazing as ever, the lobby was quite busy for this early in the morning, which surprised Harry a little. Looking around Harry found an open counter and approached the goblin sitting behind it.

'Good morning, I'd like to make a withdrawal from my account and convert some of it into Muggle currency.' Harry greeted. The goblin gave him a bored stare and asked him for his key.

It wasn't long before he had withdrawn quite a large amount of galleons, which he placed into his backpack, and was back in the lobby.

'If you'd follow me into my office we can quickly arrange the conversion of your money.' The goblin told Harry in a monotone that you would expect from a Muggle machine. Following the goblin, Harry found himself in quite a battered and messy office. The Goblin offered him a chair while he scrambled around on his desk looking for something. Once he found what he was looking for the goblin looked up and peered at Harry.

'How much Muggle money will you be required? Working at the rate of twelve pounds to a galleon.' Harry thought about this for a moment, thinking of everything he needs to buy.

'I will need around two thousand pounds.' Harry stated.

'Very well...' Quickly doing a sum in his head, the goblin wrote something on a form and pushed it over to Harry.

'That will be a hundred and seventy galleons, and you will need to sign at the bottom of this form.' The goblin pointed at the paper in front of Harry. Harry peered at the form quickly, signed and handed it back. The goblin took it and placed it in a filing cabinet, which was way too full in Harry's opinion. Next he pulled out two thousand pounds while Harry placed his galleons onto the counter.

'Thank you sir, I will also be needing a Muggle I.D. document, if possible, stating my age as nineteen.'

Harry tried requesting this as confidently as he could manage.

The goblin raised his eyebrow at Harry and said 'your not even seventeen Mr. Potter, how do you expect me to give you an I.D.?'

Harry smiled, pulled out twenty galleons and placed it on the counter. Harry knew he had it from the greedy look in the goblins eye. The goblin grabbed the money and bustled around till he pulled out a machine that looked a lot like a muggle toaster and placed it onto the papers that Harry signed. The machine began to hum and then a loud bang after which a small book, which he realized was an I.D., popped out of the top and took flight. The goblin caught it and peered inside. He placed it on the table and snapped his fingers. Small numbers floated out of the book and rearranged themselves while sinking back in. Harry peered at it and saw that he was now officially nineteen in the Muggle world.

The goblin held it out at Harry and said 'Thank you sir, it was a pleasure doing business with you.'

'Er, yes thank you.' With that, he took the muggle money and his I.D., shoved it in his backpack and left the goblin's office.

After he left Gringotts he strolled around peacefully because the muggle shops only opened at nine. That meant he had an hour and a half to waste. He decided to have breakfast when an interesting shop caught his attention. He entered the armourer shop and looked in awe at the different types of armour available. There was everything you could imagine. From old and heavy medieval iron armour to the newest and most beautiful dragon hide armour.

'Bootifull ain' it?' A gruff and deep voice asked from right behind Harry. He spun round and saw a huge man almost the size of Hagrid grinning at him.

'Y... Yes,' Stammered Harry 'it is.'

'Well, can I help you with somethin' young man?' He asked in a strong Scottish accent.

'Oh no, I'm just looking around.' Harry said, turning to look at the black dragon hide.

'Scream if you need something.'

'OK will do' 'thanks.' Harry added while walking through the rows. There is enough here armour to fit out an army, Harry thought. While he strolled through the isles he came to a sudden halt at the counter and did a double take. In a glass case behind the till in the corner was the most beautiful armour Harry had ever seen. It was a light brown colour with a greenish tint, an inch thick and looked indestructible.

'Excuse me, sir!' Harry called

'Rite here.' The man said

'What is that?' Harry asked pointing to the case

'Ah, that my young friend is Basilisk armour. The strongest there is, absorbs almost all spells and can't be broken once it is set into the desired shape.' The man explained with a far away look in his eyes.

'Wow... How much does it cost?' Harry asked curios.

'HA HAHA HA, no my boy this is the only set in England and is rare as hell. The basilisk is so rare and lethal that no one ever tries to get some. Damn you got to be crazy to even try.' The man explained.

'O' was all that Harry said. He already had another idea brewing in his mind. With that he said a quick goodbye and left to get some breakfast and think about the new discovery. This is new he thought Well sir, I just happen to know where basilisk is just waiting to be used for good. A Lot of things to do first though he thought.

Once he was outside of the leaky cauldron he remembered he had no idea where to find what he was looking for. He started walking along the busy London road asking people for directions. All of them reacted the same; stare at him, utterly shocked and then hunch up their shoulders as if to say no. It wasn't until he almost lost hope that he saw it. The sign on top of the small entry way read: 'AMMUNATION'. At last, he had found it! As he entered the store a bell chimed and a surly man dressed in khaki clothes came out of the back. He took one look at Harry and said in a irritated voice 'What do you want in here?'

'I want to purchase a pistol sir.' Harry said matter of factly.

'You have to be over eighteen to buy anything in here, boy.' The man said in the same tone of voice. Harry took out his new I.D. and placed it on the counter while scanning the glass cases in search of a suitable firearm.

The man stuttered and spluttered until Harry pointed to a sturdy looking handgun. Without a word the man placed the weapon onto the counter next to Harry's I.D. Harry picked it up slowly and was surprised at its' heavy weight. He looked it over several times and decided it would do the trick.

'I think this'll do sir.' Harry said.

'Why do you want a such deadly weapon 'ey?' The man asked clearly not believing that such a young man would want a firearm.

'It hasn't got anything to do with you.' Harry said in a strong and firm voice deciding the man clearly didn't plan on being friendly. The man seemed taken aback by Harry's answer and said.

'I should warn you that all my weapons have tracking numbers on them so don't try anything funny with it, if you know what I mean?'

'Do I look like someone who would just go out and kill people for pleasure?' Harry said with a lopsided smile.

He didn't answer snatched the gun out of Harry's grasp and rung it up.

'That'll be nine hundred pounds.' The man grimaced while Harry counted out the bank notes and placed it onto the counter. He took it and stared in disbelief at it clearly shocked that a nineteen-year-old boy would have so much money in cash.

'I need some bullets too.' Harry said and started counting out more cash.

The man placed a small box of 9mm bullets next to the gun and took the rest of Harry's money. After he placed it in a bag he gave it to Harry and said

'Don't think now that you have power and that you can play with it, please use it responsibly.'

Harry snorted, taking no notice of the man's change in demeanour.

'I only plan to use it to save my own life and the lives of my friends, if the need arises.'

'I'm glad.' The man replied in his original sarcastic tone.

'Bye sir.' And with that he was off.

After he rounded a corner he slipped into an abandoned alley and placed the bag into his rucksack. Next he decided to get himself some new clothes. He entered a modest looking clothes store and began to scan the shelves. After a few minutes a voice from behind him asked 'Can I help you?' As Harry turned he couldn't help but gape at the sight before him. In front of him there stood a girl (if you could call it that), about 20 years old, with an incredibly short skirt and a top that was way too small for her and was displaying way too much skin (in his opinion) to go out in public with.

'Uh no, I just need to get some clothes.' Harry said uncomfortably.

'Okay, just call me if you need something.' She purred deeply.

'I, I will' He stammered, still shocked.

With that she left, slowly swinging her hips causing Harry's eyes to be cast automatically downwards. Feeling embarrassed with himself he started to scan the shelves. Damn how the hell could the Dursleys not even afford a simple shirt for me. Dudley's daily chocolate supply costs more than this. Picking some shirts and pants for himself he went to the counter and placed it on top. Next he went to the shoe department to get himself his own pair of sneakers. He decided on a simple pair of running shoes, which he could charm later on, to not wear and tear to easily. With that done he went to pay for his clothes only to find the girl sitting behind the counter, elbows propped up, with cleavage for all the world to see. When Harry didn't say anything she asked

'Is that all?'

'Err, Yes.' Harry sneered.

'I can see you need new clothes. I mean where did you dig out those robes? In your great grandfathers' closet?' She said snorting into her hand. It was then that Harry realised he didn't even think about what he was wearing before he entered the Muggle shops. How could he be so stupid, parading in the muggle world around with wizarding clothes.

'Err, N-No it was a dare.' He said and hoped she would believe him.

'O, I never thought that I would say this but it actually looks good on you. Almost natural.' She said while ringing up his clothes. He didn't know what to say to that so he just kept quiet.

After he was done he said a fair goodbye and left for Privet drive again. Once he got into the suburb he paid Stan and slipped into an alley where he donned his invisibility cloak again. Then he started his trip back to no.4. While he was walking past Magnolia Crescent he couldn't help feeling the sense of loss that threatened to overwhelm him. There, right there, was where he had met Sirius for the first time. Well not met but saw and now it felt empty. Quite suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as if someone or something was looking at him but he knew it was impossible because he had his cloak on.

After walking again he felt the same feeling and spun around, wand in hand, ready for an attack.

'Put it away boy, muggles can see it.' Came the gruff growl of an invisible Moody.

'Professor Moody?' Harry asked

'Who else do you know that can see through invisibility cloaks?' He growled

'How long have you been following me?' Harry asked, scared that the order may find out about his little trip.

'I saw you at Magnolia Crescent. Don't worry I wont tell anybody. It helps if you visit the places that remind you of him.' He said with sorrow in his voice.

'Yes, I wanted to be sure that he really is gone.' He said playing along.

'Don't worry my boy time heals all wounds. It will do you good to remember that. Anyway, I have to be off, got lots to do. You know... walking around invisible.' He said with a bit of humour in his voice.

'Okay, cheers.' Harry said walking away. He thought he heard Moody mumble something along the lines of '...at least someone with constant vigilance'.

Once he was safely in his room he unpacked his clothes and placed them in his trunk. Next he cast a locking charm on his door and took out his beauty. It was a simple pitch-black pistol with a silver lining along the barrel that came together at the tip. It looked pretty cool in Harry's opinion.

And so he started working on his new toy. The first spell to cast on it was a silencing charm. He stood up to test if his spell actually worked, only to find that he didn't have anything to shoot at. He saw the "Spell Absorber" against the wall that Dumbledore gave him but he wasn't sure if it would work. He cast an anti-Physical damage charm on himself (in case the bullet ricocheted) that he had read about the other day and stood at the ready. He aimed at the absorber's direction and fired. The guns' shock wave travelled through his arm and he staggered backwards. He didn't know what to expect but he didn't think it would be such a powerful shock. He looked at the spell absorber and saw that it had indeed sucked the bullet in. Causing a set of ripples across the shield, like a rock splashing into a dam. After that it was in its usual form and it shimmered blue for a second.

I haven't seen blue before. I have to find out what this means. He thought about it for a moment. Green means I did the spell correctly, red means it was done wrongly so what does blue mean? Can it be physical damage? He stood up and went to the absorber. He picked up his stool and gave the absorber a hefty whack, receiving the same results as the bullet. It rippled and then shimmered blue for a second or so. Well this can prove to be useful. He thought that if he wanted to become an adequate fighter he would at least have to know how to throw a punch. Well back to my gun. And so he started working.

Later that day he had configured his gun to shoot faster and to let the bullets hit harder. He charmed the bullets to shoot straighter for further range, a nifty spell he got in one of his books. He then enlarged the inside of his clip to hold round about twenty-eight bullets. Once he got all that done he checked to see weather all was in order. He was absolutely stunned with his gun. It didn't make one sound, it didn't shock so much, just enough to let you know it shot, and the 'absorber' shined a brilliant bright blue after each shot.

All of his bullets were in two of his clips and he thought it would be a good time to take a break for some fun. He made his way down to the kitchen with his gun. As he sat down he casually placed his gun on the table and waited for a reaction. When none came he realised that they hadn't even see him come in. He clapped his hands on the table and saw how the Dursleys flinched as if he had slapped them all across the face.

'What is wrong with you, you little freak. If you want to sit here you will behave like a...' Vernon stopped abruptly at the sight of the gun.

'WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING BRINNGING A PISTOL INTO MY HOUSE?' He bellowed

'AARRGGHH a pistol! Vernon get it!' Aunt petunia whimpered as if it was a rat or some other freaky animal.

'Mum I want one! Dad, tell mum I can get one. If he can have one why can't I?' Dudley whined.

All Harry did was sit there and enjoy the show unfolding in front of him. That was until his stupid Uncle tried to get the charmed gun off the table. First he shot out of his seat, screamed for Dudley to grab Harry and went for the gun. Harry just laughed like a mad man and enjoyed tormenting the damned Dursleys, like they tormented him all of the time. Dudley grabbed Harry in a bear hug from behind. Harry knew they would actually try to shoot him in their state of panic, but he didn't worry too much. Aunt petunia cowered in the corner and screamed a constant string of incoherent words like, shoot, police and he was sure he heard slippers in there somewhere. Vernon grabbed the gun and aimed at Harry but realised he couldn't get a good shot because Dudley was too close. All the while Harry laughed, he laughed an eerie, psycho laugh, just for show. Dudley pulled back his fist and hit Harry in the ribs. He fell down in a heap and stopped laughing with a look of pure hatred and loathing on his face.

'Not laughing any more are you, you little freak. Lets see you laugh this down.' Vernon cackled with glee.

He aimed the gun at Harry's mouth and fired it. Harry started laughing again because not one of the shots that Vernon fired even came close to Harry. They just disappeared. His Uncle gave a yell of frustration and shot towards the window, needless to say it sailed right through and shattered it into a million pieces. Harry pulled himself up and said 'Activate'. Instantly the voice activated Floating Charm he placed onto his shoes kicked into action and he lifted a few feet off the ground into the air. Next his robes started to flutter as if there was a hurricane in the house. He looked at Uncle Vernon's scared face and laughed again. He screamed 'Return' and the gun flipped and shot forward into Harry's outstretched hand. He caught it deftly and aimed at uncle Vernon. He whispered 'Deactivate' and Harry gently floated down and his robes returned to normal again. He couldn't keep it in any longer and he broke down, started to laugh while trying to flee to the refuge of his room.

'DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? I'L KILL YOU, YOU FREAKISH LITTLE TWAT!' He heard uncle Vernon scream but was cut off instantly when Harry snapped his door closed. He spent the next half an hour to try and stop laughing but couldn't help it. It was about time he thought to get back at them for all the years they tormented me. With a huge grin on his face, Harry drifted off to sleep.

Harry slept a little later than he usually did needing a lot of energy for the study he was going to be doing. Harry sat up upright in his bead rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out. He reached for his glasses and slipped them on as he got out of bed. Deciding not to risk a shower after the little episode of the previous day, he got straight down to the idea he had. Harry slumped over to the trunk that Dumbledore had given to him and started rummaging around for a specific book. It took about ten minutes of scanning the covers of the hundred books that were in there. Until he finally found what seemed to be the right tome: 'One spell to Charm them All' by Wartimes Frodo Hmm, that sounds somewhat familiar.

Harry opened the book and started reading through it. That only lasted a minute though when he realised. What the hell am I doing? Remembering that he had a spell that would get this done a LOT quicker. He started the spell falling back into that familiar bliss which he studied in. The tome not being that thick, it only took an hour to complete, leaving Harry in zombie mode once again. So Harry set his alarm for one and a half hours so that he could continue his work, and fell asleep on his bed.

When he awoke he was somewhat refreshed and got up to start working again. Harry recalled the book into his mind briefly looking for the right charm. Once he found it he was quite shocked at the level of difficulty and the time it would take to complete it. The first thing, all of which had to be followed in order, was to engrave the spell he wished to imbue upon his bullet, into the bullet itself. The next was to brew a complex potion that would take another half an hour. Which would be followed by ten minutes of wand movement before the actual incantation is cast.

With the order in mind, Harry sharpened his wand point with a spell and started engraving the words Wingardium Leviosa along the length of the bullet point. When he completed that he started brewing the potion, which involved a series of tedious heat changes but luckily only used basic ingredients. After he had completed the potion, Harry got onto the hard part. The actual wand movements of the spell. This needed to be performed perfectly throughout non-stop for ten minutes. This is probably why you don't get spell casting weapons Harry thought to himself. When Harry started he realised that because of his new spell he didn't have a problem remembering any of the movements required. After ten minutes of waving his wand in tiring, complex patterns and shapes, Harry was finished and stuck the tip of his wand into the liquid of the cauldron and clearly spoke the words of the levitating spell that was engraved onto his bullet. What happened next excited and disappointed Harry. The liquid in the cauldron turned into acid green feathers, which floated into the air out of the cauldron, and became liquid again. The liquid then shot down and disappeared into the bullet lying next to the cauldron on the floor.

Recalling his book again, Harry remembered it saying that if the object the charm was placed on was to make a forceful contact with anything it would cast the imbued spell onto the target. This is why Harry chose this specific Charm to put on his bullet, thinking that it was perfect. Harry was about to reach down for the bullet when it turned the same acid green of earlier. It took about ten seconds before it changed back to silver but leaving the incantation engraved on the bullet in acid green. Coming to the conclusion that it was over, Harry reached down and picked the bullet up, placing it in the top of his clip.

Praying that this would work he aimed the gun towards the spell absorber and fired. The bullet sliced through the air and hit the shield with a force. As per usual the shield rippled and flickered a bright blue. Harry gave a disappointed sigh and was turning away from the shield when suddenly the blue changed into the green of a successful spell, then back to blue and again to green. It was almost as if the shield was confused about what kind of attack it was hit with. It kept changing back and forth between green and blue but it finally came to a conclusion and settled on a blue-green tint before it turned back to it's original form.

Happy with his results, Harry decided he would try more complex spells on his bullets at a later stage. Harry walked over to his bed and slumped down in exhaustion. He closed his eyes in deep thought trying to concentrate on how he was going to accomplish his next goal. Harry realised with a shock that Dumbledore had proved once again that he didn't believe that Harry was capable of mature decisions. As grateful as Harry was for what Dumbledore did for him, he couldn't help but notice the true intentions behind his actions. His anger started to bubble up in him.

That old fool tricked me again! Harry started to think back to the day the Dumbledore arrived in his room.

Firstly Dumbledore was there a lot earlier than I actually expected. Which I at first thought was an attempt to rebuild our trust that he had obliterated at the end of last year.

Second, I attempted to prove to him that I had grown up and could handle a lot more responsibility.

Third, after my explanation to him, he stood up and cast the spell that I was going to request of him, without a second thought, and told me to use it responsibly...

Coming to think of it. He jumped up and cast the complex spell on my room before I could even ask it of him. I was happy that he saw my intentions without asking, and I thought that I was successful but on the contrary. He just distracted me from my original intentions. He took advantage of me, making me think I had the advantage and confined me to this room in an attempt to keep me under the wards for longer. He probably realised that I would be unhappy by being restricted to my room. So he distracted me into thinking that I got what I wanted.

Harry's thoughts were still jumbled but he was starting to figure out the true intentions of his Headmaster. Harry's anger was rippling through him like a raging inferno. His anger felt like it was attracting all heat to his skin just to physically prove his anger. He took a few very deep breaths of the cold air around him and started to calm down. Lets see just how stupid that old man really is. With that thought Harry threw open the trunk of books and starting scanning through them like his life depended on it.

Finally after what seemed like hours of quick scanning Harry found the book that he thought would have what he needed. It was a very old and mouldy tome with a rusted buckle keeping it closed. Harry tried to open it, but didn't succeed. So he reached for his wand and cast a quick Unlocking Charm. It sprang open and sent a note gently soaring to a place near the book. Harry ignored this and was prying this book for the information he needed with the help of his Memory Charm.

After an exhausting two hours of determined knowledge cramming he had discovered the spell he was looking for. Again he was recalling what he had just read. The spell he was going to cast was a magical signal jammer. The book explained that the ministry had a magical map of Britain that detects any magical signatures but only responds to underage magic. The map is permanently observed by magical means and automatically sends out an owl to the offender with a warning stating the spell cast and by whom the spell was cast. The spell Harry wanted to cast on him changed his magical signature, to that of someone of age that had linked his or her signature to the spell.

Not as cunning as you thought you were, eh?

With one last thought back to the theory he started the wand movement and clearly spoke the incantation. Pointing the wand at his face a purple light emitted from the point of his wand and covered his body in a small dome of light before it disappeared.

Harry was really excited but equally exhausted from the events of the whole day. So deciding that he would try out his new magical signature first thing in the morning, he took off his shirt, crumpled onto his bed and passed out.

Cold... So cold...

Harry couldn't help but awake with an exciting tingle in his stomach on the last day of his third week of the holiday. He pulled his covers over his head to block the sunlight out but was greeted with the smell of his 'manly' odours.

First things first he thought. After a quick shower he got dressed and went down stairs for a small snack before the Dursleys awoke. He silently crept upstairs and got his wand before going outside. As excited as he was he took a jog down to the park where he figured it would be mostly devoid of Muggles. When he reached the park, to his surprise, it was completely deserted. Looking around he spotted the swing where he had sat last year before he and his cousin were attacked by dementors. He walked over to the swing, sat down in it and started to push himself forward and backward. Whilst swinging back and forth he was thinking of a spell he could cast and on what. The swing came to a halt when he got up. As he was searching around for the nearest tree he became aware of a piercing cold travelling through the air, stealing the heat away. Not the same cold you would feel when a Dementor sucked the happiness from around you... Ignoring this, he spotted a tree about ten metres away and decided what he would do. Feeling rebellious he bellowed 'Reducto' and watched as the red light raced off towards the tree and blew a great chunk right through the trunk of the tree. With a great crack that shattered the silence of the park, the remaining part of the trunk snapped, making the top of the tree fall to the ground.

While the damaged trunk was falling to the ground Harry's eye stretched wide by the sight behind the tree. It was stretching to a height, Harry guessed, of about four metres. It was sky blue and was pouring down an icy vapour like that of a waterfall.

Harry wasn't sure whether he was shivering because of the frozen air or of fright. All in all it looked like a badly sculptured ice statue that was gliding directly towards Harry.

(A/N Well I hope you people have as much fun reading this as we had writing it. Thanks to the few people that reviewed the first chapter. Every bit helps. But please, we only ask that you at least leave a short message or review after reading, as it inspires us to continue writing.

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