Chapter 3-A Heated Discovery

The huge form glided menacingly towards Harry, whom stood transfixed at the sight before him. What in Merlin's name is that thing? He thought while taking a step back. It shot out two very long cylinders of ice, from its hands, directly towards Harry, who at once knew that it's intentions were not very friendly. When instinct kicked in, he ducked down, narrowly avoiding the ice and screamed 'INCENDIO' pointing his wand towards the hovering ice statue. The ball of fire hit it in the middle of its torso and flared into a huge fire, bigger then what Harry was ever able to produce. He watched as the fire started melting the ice, only to realise that ice turned to water and water puts out flames. As soon as the flames were gone the water that melted turned to ice once again. He sprang up as the flames distracted the thing and turned to run. It shot out one large cylinder of water that made Harry turn. It hit Harry in the torso and instantaneously turned to ice, gripping him tightly. He raised his wand in an attempt to destroy the pole of ice that was around his middle, he quickly cast a warming charm and to his relief it started to melt the ice around him. The next thing Harry knew, his hand was encased in a block of ice, connected to the statue, making it useless because the tip of his wand pointed upwards. He couldn't move anywhere and his wand was unfortunately unavailable. He tried to hit the beam of ice around his torso that was luckily still melting because of his warming charm but to no avail. The thing started coming closer and closer towards Harry who was struggling like a mad man. Harry couldn't help the shiver that overcame him; it was so cold, so cold that he saw his free hand turn blue of the icy cold surrounding the creature. As the thing came closer Harry struggled less, his muscles was stiff of the cold and his torso was burning from the piercing cold. He couldn't feel anything else except his warming charm that didn't even seemed to exist anymore.

Again, like in previous days, he could feel the currents around him; it was as if he could distinguish between the Heat and Cold particles in the air. The only place that had relatively warm air was the place around his torso where he had cast his warming charm. It looked like a light at the end of a long dark tunnel. The only thought that Harry had was that, this was it. This was the end of his story, the end of his tunnel. Hey he thought the light at the end of my tunnel was the warming charm. He could now sense how the cold was battling with the heat for dominance of the small space of air around the charm. It was fighting a loosing battle. Nearby Harry could also feel heat particles travelling outside the unaffected area of the giant. He placed his hands on the ice surrounding his torso and concentrated. Willing all of the heat particles that were still struggling and taking the last bit left in the air. He could feel it, the surrounding particles obeying him and trying to form a sphere where his hands were. Battling to get to where his hand was, the heat was building around the ice. With a BANG the ice around his torso exploded in a wave of powerful heat. Almost instantly they were willed up to his wand hand and destroyed that ice as well. As Harry turned to run he heard a few faint pops all around him but was concentrating far to hard to actually care. He staggered backwards, hit the swing and sunk down to a small ball shivering and clutching his right hand to his chest.

'AESTUS ESTUS, ADURO FRIGUS' He heard Dumbledore bellow. He saw the elemental changing colour to a fiery red and then burst into bright flames like it was made of gasoline. It burned for about ten seconds and then collapsed into itself, leaving nothing but a wet trail where it moved around and a burned patch of grass were it had stood. He looked up and saw about half of the order standing in a circle around Harry, wands out and ready to fight. Once the threat was gone, thanks to Dumbledore, Molly ran to Harry and enveloped him into a tight Molly trademark Hug.

'Oh Harry dear you feel frozen' she said and shouted to the rest of the people standing around. 'Come over here and heat him up, damn it!' They all stood closer and cast warming charms on Harry. At once Harry stopped to shiver and felt the warming charms do their magic. Mrs Weasley held onto him for dear life and he could hardly get any breath but he felt safe all the same.

'I'm fine Mrs. Weasley, really, just a bit cold.'

'Nonsense.' She scolded and added softer 'you were just attacked by an Ice Elemental, how can you just be cold? Lie still and get warm dear, it will be alright.'

'Okay, but can I just breathe please?' He asked hoping to get some air.

'So sorry dear, here take this.' She conjured up a warm and fluffy looking blanket and handed it to him. He took it and wrapped it around himself while sitting up a bit. He looked around and saw all the people staring at him with concern on etched their faces

'Thanks, it nearly had me.' Harry said, hoping to break the silence.

'Harry, can you please explain to me why the tree is toppled over and how you got away before we intervened?' Dumbledore asked, in his quest to find all knowledge on the planet.

'I tried to blast it to pieces.' Harry spat out through his teeth 'And I cast a warming charm on me before it got me.'

'Harry! You do realise that Fudge still wants your wand and you know you cant do magic outside of your room?' Dumbledore said again with an unreadable expression.

'With all do respect, sir' Harry spat the words 'I WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD IF I HADN'T DONE MAGIC!' The gasp that ran through the small crowd at his harsh words was somewhat disgruntling for Harry because they had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

'Why aren't there ministry owls already?' Dumbledore asked more to himself 'surely there would be, they monitor this area the most in all of Britain.'

Harry conjured, right in front of Dumbledore's hooked nose, a cute little wooden owl statue.

'Well it seemed we solved that problem now didn't we?' He said in a sweet, sarcastic voice

As Dumbledore inspected the owl and announced 'Holly wood, finely crafted, original ministry crest and, Oh my, a letter.' He inspected the letter and looked at Harry with a twinkle in his eye 'This is complex magic Harry, I believe Professor McGonagall will be pleased with it.'

'Goodbye sir, I will just go home now if you don't have a problem with it.' Harry retorted, not in the mood for any of them. He wanted to go home and figure out what had happened to him.

'Thanks Mrs. Weasley, thanks for everything' He said handing her blanket back and stood up. 'Thank you all for the help, but it won't be needed again. I don't want anyone hurt on my account again.' He trailed off.

Harry started to walk back when he heard the faint pops as the Order member's Disapperated.

'Harry! Harry, wait up.' He heard someone yell. He turned around and saw Tonks and Lupin jogging towards him.

'I don't think anything will attack me anymore today.' He said.

'We didn't come to protect you Harry, we thought you wanted some company.' Tonks said, with hurt in her voice.

'Oh… Sorry. I'm still a little edgy about the attack.' He said and then he thought about what the Dursleys would say when two full-grown wizards came into their house.

'I don't think the Dursleys will, err, like it if you come.' Harry said.

'I wouldn't worry about that if I were you Harry.' Lupin said wile winking at Tonks. She nodded and scrunched up her face to a confused expression and then started to morph into Aunt Petunia.

'What do you think Harry?' She asked while winking at him

'It will be priceless. I've never thought of that.' Harry laughed.

When they knocked on the door of Number 4. Dudley answered it and almost fell over at the sight. Harry stood there with a smug expression; While Tonks (Aunt Petunia) was hanging onto Lupins' arm as if they had already been together for years.

'Mum, What are you doing with that freak?' Dudley squeaked like a pig.

'Oh, Ickle Dududums, Mummy got herself a fine young werewolf friend of Harry. Ooooo I can already hear him howling.' She said in an exited, yet convincing voice. She stood on her toes and planted a big wet kiss onto Lupins' cheek leaving an outline of her lips because of the lipstick on her lips.

'DADDY! DADDY, MUMMY has gone MAD!!!' Dudley screeched. Uncle Vernon came bursting through the door to look and almost fell over in shock.

'YOU FREAK!!! STOP CORRUPTING MY FAMILY!!!' He ran forward to Lupin with his fist raised, ready to strike him when just then the real Petunia shrieked

'Vernon come in, the neighbours, think of the neighbours!' Vernon stopped in mid stride and swung around to face another Petunia Dursley. He looked towards Lupin and then back towards the Aunt Petunia behind him. At that moment Tonks burst out laughing and morphed back to her usual self. Aunt petunia shrieked, clearly forgetting about the neighbours.

'What the hell do you think you are doing, you evil, ugly beast?' Tonks then abruptly morphed to an old woman with wrinkled skin, hooked nose and wart on the very tip. (The way most muggles stereotype a witch.) And announced in a creaky voice

'It was nice meeting you Petunia, Vernon always a pleasure. Ooooh, and my favourite icle dudders. Come on and give me a nice big hug.' Dudley looked downright terrified. He screamed and ran into the house closely followed by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

'Well that went well.' Lupin said with glee. They entered the house and went to Harry's room.

'Goodness Harry, I thought your room was a mess last year!' Tonks said with amusement

'Yeah well, I've been rather busy you know. With Voldemort out for my skin and so on, have to study hard.' He said casually.

'All good and well but you can't live like an animal.' Lupin teased, still chuckling from their escapade at the door.

'I'm not trying to make my room as filthy as possible. It just happens when you work hard and loose track of time.' He said in a pompous know it all voice.

'Well Mr. Potter if you are so intelligent why don't you show it hmm?' Tonks asked in a formal fashion.

'Every person has his secrets. I mean look at you, you probably turn into a handsome hunk and look at yourself nake…' He never finished that sentence because Tonks grabbed a pillow and bind it to his face, effectively blocking his speech. Tonks' hair was a curios shade of red and turned redder as Harry freed himself from the pillow and burst out laughing.

'Y-you a-a-actually do that?' Harry asked, with tears of mirth streaming down his face 'Really Tonks I was only joking you know.' He said composing himself a bit.

'So who is this mystery man?' Harry asked 'Lupin?'

When Tonks' hair turned fierce red and her face following suite he couldn't help himself, he laughed and fell onto his bed panting for air. When his eye caught sight of Lupin's red face he laughed even harder, trying, but to no avail to stop.

'Potter SHUT THE $## UP. I'll get you for that.' Tonks screeched and started to fling multiple curses at him. He jumped up and dodged most of the barrage but a few minor hexes still hit him. He ran for cover behind his desk and cast a protection spell hoping it would hold. When Tonks jumped over the chair she began another barrage he knew his shield would never hold. He jumped up and ran to the other side of his room with a rather sharp arrow following him and screamed 'ACCIO SHIELD' the "spell absorber" Whistled through the air and came to a halt right in front of Harry. He quickly cast an animation spell on it and it obeyed his every command. It sprang in front of every spell and absorbed it. As the green light from the shield became brighter, Tonks just flung more and more curses of varying power towards it. The shield was by now such a bright green that Tonks had to scrunch up her eyes to see Harry clearly. Harry took this as his opportunity and screamed

'NECTO!' The spell hit Tonks in the stomach and cords of air started to expand over her body, binding her successfully. While Tonks started to calm down he released the binds and said

'Sorry Tonks, I didn't mean to make you feel that bad but you had to admit it was pretty funny!'

'Damn it, I will get revenge either way. You mark my words Potter, I will get my revenge!' Tonks said, still a little red in the face.

'Well, that was something. Can we talk about something like the weather now?' Lupin asked also hoping to forget the whole ordeal.

'So… Harry, how did you learn to fight like that? I threw everything I got at you. And what were those binds, and the shield? It was pretty neat!' Tonks said in her usual playful self.

'Learning to fight… experience. Shield; Dumbledore gave it to me. Binds; A nifty little spell I learned about during the summer. See I told you I have been studying.' Harry said enjoying the change of subject.

'Harry, have you heard that all the educational degrees Umbridge brought up was revoked and your ban as well. Your broom is with Professor McGonagall at the moment.' Lupin said with enthusiasm

'Cool, I'll collect it from her later. Does that mean I can play again? Although I will probably have to try out for the team again.' Harry said.

'I'm sure you can get you're position back.' said Tonks

Later that day Harry, Lupin and Tonks sat around his room still chatting about anything in general, just having a good time.

'Why don't we get something to eat? I'm starving.' Lupin suggested to Harry and Tonks.

'Yeah, and I can clean my room while we wait.' He said casting a look at one particular filthy corner where he had turned his trunk upside down the previous day.

'I'll owl them for fly away's' Tonks said walking to Hedwig who hooted in recognition 'Yes, you clever girl it is me. Harry you have an incredibly intelligent owl.'

'I know, she was taught the hard way.' Harry said. 'The Dursleys. Did you know Uncle Vernon almost drowned her the first time she flew to me outside of my room? She thought she had done something wrong and accepted her fate until I saw what was happening and screamed to Uncle Vernon to let her go. She deftly flew out of his hands and landed on my shoulder when she realised I didn't think she had done something wrong.'

'There aren't many owls who are that intelligent, you know.' Lupin said, impressed with the beautiful snowy white owl.

'Hagrid gave her to me. My first and best gift ever. That's how I know Hagrid knows his animals.' Harry said while looking Hedwig in the eye. She flew over to him and made herself comfortable on his shoulder.

'Harry you were eleven when Hagrid met you, how could it be your first gift?' Tonks asked in a shocked voice.

'If you rule out the napkins and toothpicks they gave me, I only got one cupcake from them. But unfortunately Dudley ate it before me.' He said shrugging his shoulder.

'That's just disgusting Harry, I'll talk to Dumbledore.' Lupin said clearly not impressed with the Dursleys.

'No, don't. Please, I don't want his sympathy.' Harry said 'Aren't you going to order food for us?'

'Yeah, Hedwig come here girl.' Tonks said 'will you take this to Mrs. Figg so she can Floo the message through?' Hedwig hooted, grabbed the parchment out of her hand and flew out of the window.

Tonks and Lupin sat down and started talking about the newest replacement in the "Weird Sisters" band while Harry started to clean his room. He finally started on his corner and placed the books back into the trunk when he noticed the letter that had fallen out of the book yesterday. He picked it up and started to read.

Dear Harry

If you are reading this you had probably just stumbled onto the book or you realised that I had taken advantage of your eagerness to be able to do magic and sought it out. Before you get mad or angry with me I want to explain first.

When I heard from Mr. Weasley that you wanted to see me, I had an idea what you wanted to ask of me. After I thought about it I knew you were responsible enough to have the charm but you were still angered at me, and you were still grieving the loss of your Godfather. I decided to place the book in the trunk so you could find it at a later stage. You have to understand that I have done so because I knew you would find it eventually and cast the spell. I gave you the charm so that it would help you to think about everything and come to terms with it.

Every person has a stage when they have to choose their own path and I believe that stage in your life has come. I didn't want to jeopardise your path by too much freedom so hopefully you can understand that and not have my throat for it. I was only doing it with your best intentions at heart.

Albus Dumbledore.

'Shit, Shit, I have to write a letter now.' He announced urgently to Tonks and Lupin whom looked shocked at his outburst. He grabbed a quill and parchment and wrote an apology to Professor Dumbledore for his treatment at the park, earlier that day.

'Tonks when are you going to see Professor Dumbledore again?' He asked urgently.

'We have an Order meeting tonight because of the attack, at seven.' She stated, unsure of what Harry wanted to do.

'Give this to him as soon as you see him. It is, err, rather important.' He said hoping Tonks wouldn't pry into his motives, because he is rather embarrassed of his childish behaviour.

'Um ok, but what is it about if I may ask?' She said worried.

'Nothing to do with life or death, just important.' He said seeing her look 'It is something between him and me.'

'Um, okay we'll give it to him Harry, don't worry.' Lupin said.

'Hah don't worry. Did you see how you looked a moment ago?' Harry joked, changing the topic.

'Well, what did you expect? You read a letter and started cursing, obviously we're going to worry.' Tonks said indignantly.

After they ate their supper Lupin and Tonks bade their goodbye's and went to 12 Grimauld place. Harry sat down and thought about what had happened when the ice elemental attacked him. He could have sworn that he was controlling the warming charm he had cast. But that's impossible he thought I learned about warming charms in my second year and I know they follow you around but you can't control them. He got up and went to the bathroom after he realised that he was attacked and hadn't even showered yet.

As he turned on the water he got the same sensation as before, that the hot air is there, waiting to be commanded. He felt as if he knew exactly were the small pieces of hot air was. He could almost sense the battle raging at microscopic proportion between hot and cold, fighting to be dominant, to give off most of their temperature. He shrugged it off and stepped into the spray of water. As he showered the sensation continued, he felt aware of every particle of hot air. He thought about what had happened earlier the morning. I willed the hot air together. As soon as he thought that, he felt the difference in the air, it was almost as if the particles had started to spring around spontaneously. He willed them together and it happened again. The hot air came together into a bigger, much bigger, sphere and stayed in the palm of his hand. He willed it to move and move it did. It obeyed his every thought, his every command. He jumped out of the shower after he turned of the taps and ran to his room with a bathrobe around him. Once he got inside he shut the door and locked it magicly. He again willed the heat together with the same results. He moved it to and fro amazed at the whole thing. It looked like the air that is released right above the flames of a fire or in a desert if you were to look at the horizon. The same heat waves came to life every time there were enough warm particles at one place. He tried to get it as hot as possible and reached out his hand. He yanked it back as soon as it hit the heat waves because of the incredible heat. He felt right next to it the icy cold air, deprived of heat. So he started to play around with it. He checked how far he could let it go before it disappeared, he looked how much of a radius he had an effect on and he saw that he was better already than he was when he began. It was rather cool he thought that he couldn't only make it into a sphere but all shapes and sizes. He made it into a barrier and then into a nice, luke warm sphere around him. He then made a ball of concentrated heat about the size of a Quaflle and moved it to piece of spare parchment. It started to smoke and then burst into flames about two seconds later. The air around him was rather cold so Harry thought that he would let nature do its job for the rest of the night and went to bed after he dressed.

Because Harry hadn't follow his normal routine of relaxing on a Sunday, he decided that he would take the Monday off. After he dressed he went off to breakfast only to be greeted by the Dursleys' death stares. He decided that it was not a very good idea to eat here because it would definitely turn into a rather too exiting breakfast for Harry's liking.

As he went to his room he decided since the Dursleys were at the kitchen table he would watch a little bit of television. As he sat down he heard Uncle Vernon leaving for work and Dudley going to his room to break some other new and expensive toy. Aunt petunia yelled at Dudley that she was going to the shops and he should keep Harry in line. Harry laughed silently by himself and stood up to go to his room but something caught his attention on the T.V. It was a rather violent war documentary with too much blood for Harry, but he saw what they used and it appeared to be rather effective. The plain old Muggle hand grenade could be rather useful if you placed a charm or two on them. He thought for a moment and decided that his agenda was to full to even try to experiment with it but he knew someone that could have a rather fun time with it. After he walked to his room he started to write a letter to his friends in mischief and mayhem.

Dear Fred & George

I have a proposition for you. After watching a Muggle T.V. show I saw them using hand grenades. Basically it is a metal ball with explosives in it that explodes when you detonate it, effectively adding some men to the K.I.A. list.

I was wondering if you could come up with something similar to that. The same concept only magical, something like your swamp, instead you could make it sticky goo that can slow down and harm some Death Eaters. There are rather a lot of things you can do with it and it is for a good cause. I've gotten a rather useful book that explains how charm a solid object. I'll send you the book but if you are done with it you must return it to me or Dumbledore.

Hopefully you can see the possibilities the same way as I do, because it can be rather useful. Oh yeah can you send me a pack of your selection of pranks. (I'm running low.)

Harry.

He folded up the letter and shrunk the book to look like a small pack of cards. After he gave Hedwig the money for his pranks, he tied the book to her leg and gave her the letter. She flew out of the window when Harry saw another thing in the sky. It was a brown owl heading straight for Hedwig, diving towards him at an incredible rate.

'Hedwig watch out!' Harry screamed but she didn't seem to hear him. She flew on as if nothing had happened. Harry pulled out his wand and took careful aim and then he remembered his gun. He placed a far range bullet (charmed to loose momentum only after hitting a target) into the clip. He placed a scope charm onto the top of his gun and took aim. All that he learned about shooting came into place. He moved to the windowsill, placed the gun onto it and made himself ready to shoot whatever is trying to kill his beloved owl.

As he watched the owl come close to Hedwig she quickly dodged to one side dropped the letter out of her talons and set course for the other owl who tried to attack her. She gave an ear-piercing screech and dived towards the offending owl, talons outstretched ready to strike. When she got close she stopped and flew underneath the owl breaking its fall. She flew to the ground grabbed the fallen letter and raced back to Harry. As the owls came close, Harry stretched out his hands and caught the bundle of feathers. He saw with a start that it was an unconscious Errol that "attacked" Hedwig. He was still impressed with Hedwig's fighting abilities but paid no attention to her. He grabbed a bowl of water from Hedwig's perch and placed it right next to the fallen owl. 'ENERVATE' He muttered pointing his wand at the owl. He opened his eyes and gave a small hoot, tucked out his leg showing the message.

'Don't worry about it now.' He told her 'I'll look at it later. Here drink this.' He placed the bowl of water right under his beak and he gave a grateful hoot and took a long drink. Hedwig flew over to Harry's bed and fetched his pillow dropping it right in front of Errol. After the exhausted owl stopped drinking Harry placed him gingerly onto the pillow and placed the bundle onto his table, letting the poor thing sleep. He untied the message to see who sent it.

Dear Harry

How is it going there? I heard you where attacked! You just can't have one normal summer can you? I'm not writing this letter for any apparent reason, only dieing of boredom and it was the first thing that came to mind.

What happened there? How can you get away with underage magic whilst last year the ministry was there the second you did it? If you know you have to let me know, it can be handy to use something on Ron. He got a rather long letter from Hermione and from then on he couldn't stop talking about her like 'I wish Hermione was here, then she could help me with my homework'. It is driving me crazy plus Fred and George aren't here anymore to make the place fun. When are you coming over? Because come over, you will. I can't live with Ron like this any longer and Hermione is at her parents overseas. What would you like for your birthday because I have no idea what to get you? I can't stand the damn Order and Mum. Every time they have a meeting Ron and I have to leave, I can't sit around while other people are in danger. It's a war, we all have to work together and I can't even practice over the summer because of the stupid underage magic rule. Sorry I'm rambling but it is frustrating, it's inevitable that we will have to defend ourselves again and I want to be prepared next time.

Sorry to take my frustrations out on you but who else? Hermione will say take a book while Ron will say to do what Hermione says. There I go again, sorry. I'll ask Professor Dumbledore tomorrow if you can at least come over for your birthday. Hopefully he says yes because this is the worst summer in a long time.

Love

Ginny

P.S. can you please give Errol a bit of water? She looked ill when I sent the message and I wasn't supposed to use her but Pig was away to Hermione.

After Harry read the letter he laughed silently. Typical Ginny to be bored without Fred and George around. He decided that he would have to talk to her sometime about doing magic. He walked over to his trunks where he stored his potions in a small box he enlarged. He searched the compartments and came up to the 'replenishing' potion. He looked further and found a strengthening potion. He quickly labelled them and wrote instructions on them while giving Errol a bit of the replenishing potion for the return trip. Next he wrote a reply to Ginny.

Dear Ginny

Everything is going all right around here. The Dursleys are leaving me alone because of the warning from the Order but I contributed to it with a few pranks of my own. I really don't know when I'll be able to come but thanks for the invitation; it would be nice to be with my friends again.

The attack was rather unexpected but I managed to escape. I didn't even know that one could become so cold. And here I thought that playing Quidditch in the rain was cold. If it weren't for the warming charm I wouldn't have made it. Unlike last year when I was attacked someone was here at least and it turned out to be fun. Did you know that Tonks likes to play pranks and good ones at that? You could probably tell Fred and George, I think they will like it. As for the underage magic, I'll tell you when I see you next. I know just the thing you can do to Ron. Owl Fred and George and tell them that you want their "co-parchment". It is parchment that is two way and you can write on it and it will appear on the partner and if they want money tell them I said you should take it, they can see it as part of their debt repaid. I wont say nothing more there and don't let your mother see it. Tell Ron the other one is at Hermione while you keep it. Do the same to Hermione, she can do with a good joke or two. Sit back and enjoy the replays that you will send back to them like 'stop irritating your sister always talking about me' or 'Hermione I hope you know I busy read Hogwarts: a history' but don't take it to far! I know exactly how you feel about the order and everything. Once we are back at Hogwarts we can start the D.A. again and train properly.

Thanks for going to ask Dumbledore for me; it will be nice to be at the burrow again.

Harry

P.S. I put some potions in for Errol that you can give him before every journey he takes. It will give him the proper strength needed for it. He was completely knackered when he came here.

He tied the letterto Errol and sent the two owls off again.

The next day Harry woke up to the sound of gentle tapping on his window and saw Hedwig there waiting to be let in. He got up and opened the window letting Hedwig fly in and perch onto his shoulder. He untied the letter and read.

Dear Genius

Where the hell do you come up with the ideas? This is plainly ingenious, the book you sent us is great, we can already think of all the things we can do.

We have already started to make things for the Order but you gave the best idea yet. We think even the Auror department will want to buy these things. We will make loads of money you do realise it. If you were here we would have kissed you but unfortunately we can't.

We will use it only if you accept our terms, that you take 45 percent of the total income of this sale.

Fred & George

P.S. here is your prank pack. Some aren't tested out so try it on your cousin and tell us how it worked.

He thought about what spells have come in most useful in the past and came to a conclusion that the stunning spell was by far the most useful. Stunning a person with a hole in them can be dangerous but they certainly won't think twice about hurting a person, you have to be able to take what you can give!

He started to work on his new bullets and decided after the second one that he can't go on like this; he has to find a way to make more bullets in less time. He thought about the book and realised that the potion has a shelf life of twelve months, which will definitely prove to be useful, he can make a huge batch and then just use the spell when he needs bullets.

After his tenth batch of an enlarged cauldron he was sore, exhausted and dreadfully hungry. He thought he would try something he learned in a book about magical cooking. If he recall correctly he has to know were all of the ingredients is and the cutlery. This was proving to be the easiest part because of the inhumanly clean household (excluding Harry's room) of the dursleys. He concentrated hard on the things and pictured in his minds eye what he wanted to happen. He hoped that it would work otherwise it will be one humongous mess in the kitchen, but decided to try anyway. 'ACCIO FOOD' he said and waited for a while to give the food time to travel. He opened the door and saw the perfect sandwich he pictured right in front of him and made a mental note to use this natty little spell more often. After he wolfed down his food he went to take a shower but was interrupted by Dudley who seamed to beat that poor old Mark Evans up again. He looked on with disgust and went to the window to put a stop to his hounding once and for all.

'Dudley, leave him alone!' Harry shouted out of the window.

'Stay out of it Potter!' Dudley screamed back 'He was asking for it for a long time now!'

'Come down here and do something about it, criminal!' one of Dudley's cronies yelled.

'Coming' Harry said back and moved away from the window. He calmly placed his wand into his belt and went down the stairs to confront "Big-D" and his gang. After he placed an anti-physical damage charm on his face and stomach he stepped out of the front door. He ignored them and went to Mark lying prone on the ground with a nasty cut above his left eye and helped the little boy, about half his size, to a sitting position.

'Do you need anything now or can I deal with them first?' he asked indicating towards Dudley with his free wrist.

'Do you think you can take care of us, here on our turf? You won't run to your room on us will you?' Dudley sneered that reminded Harry too much about Malfoy.

'Dudley, when are you going to learn that you don't have a turf, well not you anyway?' Harry drawled as if it was the most common thing for all kids to know.

'You know you can't do your stupid freakish stuff here. It is illegal.' He said just to make sure.

'I don't intend to, icle duddydims, mummy's favourite doodle' Harry said in a small voice.

'Take him! What are you waiting for?!' Dudley screamed and took a shot at Harry's nose, whom had made no attempt to move away. Dudley's fist made contact with Harry's nose and Dudley probably thought it would knock him out because he started to turn around with a smirk. Harry slapped him on the back of his overly big head and laughed at the look on Dudley's face. Dudley's right hand man grabbed Harry from behind and screamed.

'Take him, I'll hold him!' They wasted no time in turning and running towards Harry, fists raised ready to hit a defenceless boy. They surely know how to fight dirty he thought and looked with amusement as they hit him in the stomach with unsuccessful results. He quickly made a rather "hot spot" around them all and broke free. He sought out Dudley and gave him a rather hard whack on the nose that made him topple over backwards hmph, the martial arts books I learned is coming in handy. He deftly ducked a blow from behind that penetrated his detection charm and let him know where to move. He turned in a crouched position and swiped the stupid boy right of his feet. He jumped backwards and saw the rest of them coming towards him slowly, so he decided to try the element of surprise and ran forth. As he drew within hitting range he took a leaf out of Hedwig's book and dodged to the right lowering him self to torso length shouldering the boy on the side in his stomach. He spun around with his foot raised and successfully initiated a roundhouse kick to the boy in the centre's shoulder letting him stumble backwards falling over Dudley who started to stand up again. He looked at the last boy standing and slapped him around with his left hand with him trying to fend it off while Harry concentrated on his right hand at his side ready for a punch. He could almost feel the magic manipulating his muscles making them stronger. Harry could swear they were stronger but when he let loose he knew it was. He hardly saw his hand racing towards the boy's chest and when it had made contact he felt the magic in his arm doing what his own muscles couldn't do. He knocked the poor soul right off his feet who flew three meters backwards landing flat on his back with a thud and a groan. Dudley and his gang looked at Harry as if he had suddenly grown a second head, all with terrified expressions on their faces.

'Now that that's done we can talk.' He said and saw, to his amusement that none of them could utter a response. 'If I hear about anyone of you ever terrorising the streets or threatening a kid smaller than you I will come after you and make sure you don't ever want to set foot outside of your room ever again. Do you get me?!' He screamed the last part to invoke more fear in them. 'Now, say sorry and head off home. Help your mum bake cookies or something.'

After an almost inaudible "sorry" they all went their separate ways leaving only Harry and Mark there.

'Are you alright?' Harry asked the small boy who had a huge smile on his face

'Yeah, that was so cool! How did you learn to fight like that?' He said in a squeaky voice.

'Times forced me to learn.' Harry said solemnly. 'Don't underestimate your own power, never do that. If you think you can do something try it, even if you think it is impossible. You'll be surprised what a person can do.' He stood up and turned around picking up two small sticks and transfiguring it, with his back turned towards Mark, into something resembling a compass. He then placed the protean charm on them and gave Mark the main one.

'This is a tracker.' Harry explained 'If you push the button on the side mine will beep and point to the direction you are in. You can use it if Dudley or any of his cronies tries to terrorise you again.'

'Thanks, I'll tell mum what you did.' He said in his squeaky voice 'She always wanted to teach them a lesson but all of their parents are rich and will win in a law suit, but this is so much better!'

'Do you need something for you eye? I got some good medicine if you want.' He asked, already leaving to get his things. He can't leave a ten maybe eleven-year-old boy bleeding to go home. After he got back with a towel he gently placed onto the cut. Mark grimaced but didn't flinch and stood there as if he is used to disinfectant on cuts.

'Here, give it to your mother; it's a healing salve. Place it on a towel like this and it will heal minor cuts like this.' He said giving him a small vile that Harry secretly enlarged so that it will last longer.

'Thanks. All the disinfectants mum puts on burns a lot and nothing works this fast.' He said

'Well see you around. We should go and get some ice cream sometime.' Harry said seriously considering it.

'Okay I'll tell my mum. See you!' He called walking away.

After he showered and gave Dudley a withering glare he started to make himself some bullets. All in all he made 23 stunning bullets and decided to call it a night. He curled up in his bed and thought about the fight earlier that day; he couldn't shake the thought of his strong punch. He could feel the magic surging through his arm and shoulders giving him strength he wouldn't have thought possible from himself. His muscles felt as if it was plainly magical, not much as strong as that. He felt sure there was enough power to knock down a wall.

The next day Harry couldn't stop thinking about it and started to search through the trunk with all of his books. After an exhausting two hours of searching he gave up hope and stumbled to his bed to take a nap only to fall over a rather huge book named How to become the One by Morphiuz Redpill. He was rather intrigued by the cover showing a man with black sunglasses and smooth black hair fighting against someone in a deftly suit like there is no tomorrow, hitting through stone pillars and being smashed into a wall and standing up. He scanned the contents of the ancient looking book and saw it was the same thing he was searching for.

He cast the spell when he was comfortable and fell into the same state of bliss. What he found out was rather shocking for Harry because he couldn't have imagined that what he experienced was a completely new or should he say old branch of magic? like transfiguration called Physical Magic. It was completely the opposite of the martial arts books he had learned, this stated instead of using lethal blows like hitting a person on the side of his head successfully knocking him out you can hit him almost anywhere on his body with such force that he would be knocked out by the fall either way and the best part is it is completely magical so you don't get exhausted too easily. You can jump incredibly high and use the air as sort of stepping-stone to navigate yourself once airborne. He couldn't believe that such a useful art was lost, not taught at school. Harry tried some of the small things they wrote in this book and was amazingly impressed with the quick results of this rare magic. After another ten minutes he completed in wrecking his room completely, from the chair to his mattress, everything smashed to pieces by the only thing they covered in the book for a simple demonstration, the plain good old punch. I have to remember to write another message to Flourish & Blotts. He made himself another sandwich from his room and after eating, repairing and cleaning his room he went to have a nap.

Harry woke up and was astounded to find it dark already then he remembered that he searched his trunk for two hours, did the memory spell on himself and wrecked his room. He remembered that he had to write a letter to Flourish & Blotts, so he made himself some hot chocolate from his room and sat down on his newly repaired chair and wrote a letter on his newly repaired table

Dear Manager

I never got around to thanking you for the books you sent me; it was immensely helpful. I have another strange request for you, one you may probably never have had before.

I need books on a branch of magic called Physical Magic. I will pay you down to the last Knut and even more for it if you don't have it in your store and have to find it elsewhere. I need the whole collection, from A to Z, every toe movement and every possible way to use it.

As I said I would pay you every handsomely, so please can you do this last favour for me? I will send a bag along that will make it easier for the owl to deliver it.

Yours sincerely

Harry Potter.

After he sent Hedwig off with the bag he started to force learn another book on useful charms.

Dear Harry

I have received your message and your apology is accepted. I was rather shocked to find out that you had found the book and was still mad at me, but enough about that, it is in the past.

After hearing from Lupin and Tonks about how important it is that you should see your friends and having a rather agitated Ms. Weasley preach to me how imperative it is that you should be able to have fun like other kids during summer time, I have but little option but to let you visit for a few days. The order will pick you up on Saturday at 2:40 PM and from there you will move to the Burrow and return to no 4 privet drive at the following Friday. I will let the Dursleys know as to when you will be gone and when you shall be returning.

If I may make a suggestion, for your stay at the burrow, then heed my advice. Don't under any circumstances be at the wrong end of Ms. Weasleys' wrath. It can be a rather interesting experience but what can we say, she learned from the best.

Yours Truthfully

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry looked at the beautiful Phoenix sitting on his bed and said

'Did you know that the rumours of Professor Dumbledore being off his rocker, is not completely false?' Fawkes trilled a shrill note that Harry thought sounded a lot like a laugh.

'Tell him that I am very thankful for this and will enjoy being with my friends once again.' He said forgetting for a moment he is talking to a bird and said sheepishly 'I should probably write it down, I forgot you are a bird, a beautiful one at that, but one nonetheless.' She sang another note with an edge to it although still beautiful and disappeared in a ball of flames leaving a feather gently floating down, but stopped about a foot above the ground. He took it and saw to his astonishment that there was writing on it. We may be birds, beautiful ones at that, like you said but we are rather intelligent. P.S. keep this feather. It will prove to be useful combined with a Familiar. Harry looked in awe at the disappearing golden writing and made a mental note to apologise the next time he saw that magnificent bird. He searched his trunk for the first feather and placed them next to each other. More writing appeared A familiar Harry, Familiar one! And disappeared just as fast. The first feather was still a quill writing in gold so that didn't change as far as he knew. He placed the feather in a small box he quickly made and started to pack his trunks.

'Boy when are those freaks coming here?' His Uncle bellowed up the stairs to Harry who decided it would be better to wait in his room.

'At 2:40, don't worry they wont destroy your home completely.' he yelled back. After another hour of waiting Harry started to get agitated. He looked at his clock for the thousandth time and saw that it was 2:36. He couldn't figure out how they will come to get him because it is a rather strange time to make, but all those thoughts were banished from his mind the moment there came a burst of flames right in front of him. Fawkes looked him in the eye, gave him a reassuringly thrill of note dived down grabbed his trunks and all of his luggage except for Hedwig who chose to fly the trip and was therefore not there and disappeared in another ball of flames leaving another feather with a message on it that read Use another of a Familiar but the text faded as soon as he read it. He didn't have time to think it through because at that same moment another burst of flames announced Fawkes' return. The Phoenix grabbed Harry's shoulders in her talons and all that he knew was the most pleasurable feeling he ever felt in his life as they sped through space and time together towards their destination. The whole time, with a warm, loving and pleasurable feeling. Add the soul lifting Phoenix song and you get the best way that Harry has ever travelled in his life and felt like this was the best way he would probably ever travel. For once Harry was perfectly happy, content and felt loved.