The Celestial Guidance

by FlyingPixie (Lady Lyssa)

Disclaimer: Everything in this fic belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. Everything you do not recognize belongs to me! (That makes me feel so special :D)! If I were her, I would be writing the Half Blood Prince in a small café, rather than sitting here, typing on fanfiction!

A/N: This story takes place in Harry's sixth year, after OotP. H/G, R/Hr, PG-13 rating.

Please read the disclaimer before making any assumptions that I have taken my ideas from other sources. If I have, then it will be there. It has already happened that people have asked me if I have taken ideas from somewhere, only to later note that it was in my disclaimer! Thank you.

Sorry for the delay! Last weekend was killer. I had no free time whatsoever! Hope you enjoy! (I know this one is short, but the next one is longer, and will be up tomorrow)!

Gifts a Plenty

Gifts come from above in their own peculier forms.

- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Nedra paused in front of an intricately designed wrought iron door. In place of a usual doorknob stood an elegant medieval drop handle, with a decorative back-plate. Harry was intrigued by the 17th century entrance.

"This door will lead you directly into Helga's quarters. When you arrive home, there will be a surprise waiting. I expect you will use it. Now, if you will excuse me."

Without further ado, she turned around and walked briskly back the way they had just come; leaving Harry to wonder what that had been about. Shrugging, he pulled on the handle, and passed through the doorway. The interior held many small tables, which had beautiful silver candlesticks. Upon closer inspection he noticed that most were decorated with flowered bases: simple, yet beautiful at the same time. Others depicted scenes, from men on horseback to wizards fighting dragons. When Harry looked up he noticed hundreds of floating candles above him, much in Hogwarts' style. The candles, however, were not the room's only sources of light. A fireplace was located at the back of the room, whose enchanted flame (which glowed more than regular flames) gave off more light and warmth than the candles put together.

The rich, burgundy walls were lined with tapestries depicting knights in shining armor, and ladies in fancy gowns from the 12th century onwards. Much like their wizarding painting counterparts, the characters in these, too, were animated. The large hall had several doors and entrances that led into other rooms. Each door was similar, though not as large, as the one he had just entered. The door-less entryways had beautifully carved wooden frames, with floral patterns.

Beautiful, Savonnerie carpets from France decorated the floor. Some of these multicolored decors depicted garlands of flowers and musical instruments on cream-coloured and ochre backgrounds. Others depicted birds and other such picturesque scenes, most on red hued backgrounds.

"Hello Harry," said a very feminine voice, cutting off Harry's examination of the room.

Upon looking up, Harry was awestruck. He stood in awe when he saw Helga Huflepuff's rich form. Unlike Salazar, who wore simple, green robes that suited the modern time, Helga wore a beautiful gown typical of the medieval aristocrats. Her cotton dress had a gathered neckline, wide extended sleeves and a full skirt. Her over-bodice laced down the front of her dress and was decorated with embroidered ribbon trimmed with golden accents. The gown closed at the back with lacings, and was a rich ivory-yellow, beffitting her and her house perfectly.

Helga had a calm expression of thoughtfulness on her face as she looked at Harry. Though she was not of extreme beauty, she had a fair face. Her long, chestnut hair flowed past her shoulders unhindered, and her midnight blue eyes shone and lit up her face. The wonderful smile she wore graced her face and only aided in accentuating her features.

"Follow me please." Harry's speculations were cut short as he followed her into the first entry to the right. They walked along a corridor decorated similarly to the hall they had just left, and turned right again to enter a room similar to the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Crystalline white walls were covered in portraits of various healers, with golden nameplates underneath them. Several beds lined the far side of the room, and a potion's cabinet was found on the other. Harry noticed two rooms off to the side. One he presumed was a lavatory, the other holding more medicinal supplies.

"As you have already been informed, it is my duty to train you in the delicate arts of healing, as well as historical events that will help you understand more of the present situation. For today, I will simply be outlining the basic points of healing, and perhaps even begin with very basic healing methods." With this, she paused; making sure Harry was following her.

To her great annoyance, most, if not all, of Merlin's trainees brushed these subjects off, not deeming them to be worthy enough. Without equal participation by the student, she had not been able to get very far in her teaching. Try as she might, she had not been able to grasp their attention most of the time. To put it bluntly, Helga wasn't known for her assertiveness, and rarely raised her voice. Rarely. She sincerely hoped that this one wouldn't be like the others.

Harry, however, was completely enraptured in what she was saying, and showed a genuine interest to learn more.

"What type of healing will I be learning? Wandless style? Or simply learning which potions help cure which ailments?"

He seemed less interested in the second, but tried to keep an open mind. If his many trips to the hospital wing had taught him anything, it was not to take healing methods for granted. He could remember himself thanking the gods for Madame Pomphrey's amazing methods...

Finally, genuine interest!

"We will be covering both methods. We can go very far in your wandless healing capabilities if you work hard."

With shining emerald orbs, Harry nodded. He would work his hardest. Anything to stop Voldemort.

Helga led Harry to the side of the room with the potion bottles. The rest of the lesson was spent briefly going over each potion: their effects and side effects, which ailments they cured, and whether or not they could be taken with other potions. She by no means expected him to remember all of the information, and her goal was simply for him to get a sense for each of the potions, and perhaps be able to name a few based on their colors.

As Helga pointed each potion out, Harry began to notice a general pattern. Whenever a potion was extremely powerful (and most often could not be used in conjunction with many other potions), they glowed with increasing brilliancy. He listened with rapt attention to everything she said, and tried to retain as much of the information as he possibly could.

Helga had just finished describing the effects of the last potion in her cabinet when, without warning, Harry felt an odd sensation course through his entire body. The feeling was hard to describe, almost as if he was being pulled back to the other world. He struggled to stay inside the room, but his struggles were hopeless. He managed a quick thank you and goodbye before he was whisked away into his bedroom at Privet Drive, where he remained sleeping for a few more hours before the sunlight, streaming through his curtain-less windows, would awaken him.

Harry opened one eye blearily, but immediately closed it from the barrage of light flowing from his window. The sun was bright today, and he had the feeling that this was due to his new Second Sight abilities. He was glad that the increased gravity portal healed him every time he went through it, as his muscles didn't hurt too badly, and he was sorely tempted to stay in bed longer. What? Bed? Harry opened his eyes widely, quickly adjusting to the light. He jumped out of bed, and were it not for his masculine dignity he would have jumped for joy. He had a bed! Not only did he have a bed, but it was a large, four poster bed, similar in style to those at Hogwarts. How did a bed this big manage to fit in his room? When Harry turned around, the biggest surprise faced him.

Dudley's room had now officially become the smallest bedroom of Number Four Privet Drive. Harry's room was colossal! It seemed as if his room had now become his own personal library. The walls were lined with bookshelves, which held every title imaginable. Harry was beginning to see what an advantage having a Celestial Council could be...

As Harry walked around the room, perusing the different titles, he noticed a door dividing two bookshelves. Shrugging, he opened the door, and walked into a nicely decorated hall, with various doors leading into different rooms, which he imagined would hold his training equipment in every subject. Not wanting to think about how much magic had been involved to make this seem normal from the outside, he walked into the first door to his left.

The room he entered was filled with exercise equipment of all kinds. Some were obviously magical in function, and Harry noticed some dummies lying on the far wall. Others, however, looked muggle in appearance, only their bright lights giving them away. This must have been what Nedra had meant by her surprise! Deciding to examine the equipment in finer detail at a later point, he moved on to another room.

This one was a complete Potion's laboratory, similar to that of Salazar's. He noticed as he walked in that the temperature had dropped several notches, and that the room was both dark and dank. After all, as Salazar said, this was the best environment for most potions' ingredients. Shelves lined the walls of this room as well, though instead of holding books they held ingredients. The center of the room held several long tables, complete with many cauldrons of various shapes, sizes and materials. Nodding to himself, Harry left the room and entered the next.

This held dummies, very similar to those in the equipment room, though they came equipped with gauges on the side. Unsure of their function, Harry moved on to the next side of the room. Many of the magical objects he could not decipher, though he did recognize a Pensieve among them. Deciding to peruse the next room, for he wanted to gain a general feeling of his new home before close examination, Harry exited the chamber.

Moving on to the next room, Harry noticed that it also held many magical pieces whose nature he could not decipher. The next and last door simply led to a large, empty space. Harry looked around, trying to find a hidden passage. Finding none, he decided that the object of this room would soon be revealed to him. Search done, he realized that his morning's exploration had made him hungry. He left his room and made his way downstairs, only to find the Dursley's sitting down, eating lunch. Nice to know that they aren't dependant on me for food, Harry thought to himself as he sat himself down and grabbed a slice of meatloaf. All conversation had stopped as soon as he had entered the room.

Thankfully hearing no complaints, Harry began to eat. He smiled internally at his 'family's' surprise. Soon enough, talk of Grunnings' increased production and sales rose again, and the Dursley's went back to doing what they did best: ignoring Harry. Which, of course, was perfect in his mind as it left him free to think about the new changes in his life.

At the beginning of his summer (strange, as how that seemed ages ago, but in reality was only four days), he had decided that he would train to defeat Voldemort. Now, his plan was taking a definite form. His room had now been transformed into the ultimate training area, both magical and physical. Voldemort, you will rue the day you decided to attack me... The Dursley's shifted nervously as they saw the maniacal grin form on Harry's face; the rest of the meal continued in contemplative silence.

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