Harry sat there in silence trying to absorb and process all of that information. How could her friends do that to her? How could the founders of Hogwarts, the people who get so much praise for being great and noble people, be that stupid and blind? How could they be so neurotic as to not see that by not picking a side, she was trying to help them? She wasn't feeding the fire because she knew it would tear them apart. And it did! Salazar left the school, and the chamber of secrets! Innocent people were hurt and killed as a result of there bickering! And poor Morgana, she was stuck in the middle of two opposing sides and she was the one who got hurt. By standing in the middle, she was the one the arrows were pointed at! But she was the one that wasn't blind because she could see both sides from were she was standing.

"It's not fair!" Harry exclaimed. "That's not fair, what they did to you!"

"Life isn't always fair child. You will learn that in time." Morgana said, looking sorrowful towards Harry. "And speaking of fair, you know my name but I do not know yours." She gazed down at him, like he was her own child and suddenly felt a jolt of magic. She ignored it and would not think of it until later, when the boy was gone.

"My name is Harry Potter, ma'am. I am a student of Gryffendor, though now I'm not so sure that that's a good thing."

"Nonsense, Gryffendor is a fine house to be in. You will learn much of bravery and defense there. It is a noble and worthy house for you, though I would have placed you in my own. That is where you really belong."

"Why don't you have a house?"

"When I was banished, all traces of me left the castle as well. That is why the sorting hat does not know my name, and that is why I am not in, "Hogwarts: a history" either. Helga claimed the astronomy tower and divination lab as hers and I vanished my quarters out of existence. Their existence anyway."

"So this place, all of this, doesn't exist?"

"Not for Hogwarts. Not for anyone else in it. You won't be found in a scying spell, and you won't be marked on the marauders' map."

"How do you know about the marauders map?" Harry exclaimed with a look of awe and shock, at the same time, on his face.

"See this tree? Do you see the roots? They grow all over the castle and because the tree lives in everything it touches, I can keep watch of the school and take care of all its students and staff. I have seen everything in this castle, everything that has come to pass."

"Then you saw my parents when they came here? And their parents?"

"Yes, I have seen Lily and James grow up in this place. And I watched Charles, your grandfather, grow up too." Silence broke out between them once more. Harry sat pondering the fact that he had a grandfather, the thought never occurred to him. Where was he now? Was he dead? How did he die, and when? Harry let his head fall onto his hand when he noticed that his wristwatch was turned the wrong way. He adjusted it and saw that it was already 10:00, he was 30 minutes late for potions! Standing up and quickly explaining why he had to go s soon, he bolted through the door, which once again was water, and ran down the many flights of stairs and hallways until he reach the potions classroom.

"I'm surprised you even had the courtesy to grace us all with your busy presence today Mr. Potter." Snape sneered at him from across the room. "Sit down, and 10 points from Gryffendor. And if your going to be this late, I wouldn't bother showing up at all."

Harry muffled a quick apology and rushed to his normal seat beside Ron and Hermione, who both gave him their usual worried stares. He ignored them in favor of pulling a piece of parchment and a quill from his bag. Ron handed him his notes so far so that he could copy them down, and whispered, "where have you been?" Harry just shrugged and whispered back "I guess I just lost track of time." Which wasn't a complete lie... The rest of class went by in almost complete silence. And leaving the classroom was no different. Out in the hall however, there was some trouble.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione: three best friends. Walked down the halls of the dungeons, which were damp and a little chilly. Harry walked silently in front of his two friends, staring at the old castle walls. The hall was lit by many large flaming torches that cast eerie shadows on the slowly crumbling brick walls. He could see water damage at the top of the walls and green algae starting to form at some spots. Most people would think it was disgusting, but Harry thought it was beautiful. Algae was life, and this dark hall needed it, it created a sort of balance to things. Harry wondered for a moment how water was leaking down here in the first place, when he saw a small root making it's way through the brick and growing across the ceiling. He smiled at it and promptly smashed headfirst into something.

"Watch where you're going scar-face!"

Without even realizing who it was, Harry quickly apologized.

"So where were you the first forty minutes of class, huh? Making out with your new boyfriend?" Malfoy was convinced that Harry was gay. So naturally Harry threw it back at him.

"You wish I was gay Malfoy."

"Yeah, so that I could get all the girls."

"So you admit that I'm prettier than you."

"Wha-?"

"Good-day Malfoy." And Harry walked down the hall with cheers from his fellow Gryffindors, and even some of the Slytherins following him. Harry didn't feel bad about what he just did. He knew he was prejudice against Malfoy and he was okay with that, as long as he could admit it. Tell the truth. He did however realize that he really should give him a chance, at least get to know why he was such a git. Then he could judge him fairy. Harry turned around to look back at Malfoy standing in the middle of the hall looking shell-shocked. He smiled suggestively and walked around the corner.

Later that night, Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room. It was nearly midnight and the fire was still crackling merrily, but few students lingered behind. All had gone to bed and were now sound asleep, except Ron and Hermione of course. They took their seats next to Harry in front of the roaring fire and sat with content until Hermione noticed something wrong with what Harry was doing. He was sitting slouched in his chair, feet up on the small coffee table and with a hungry and quite serious look on his face, Harry was staring at a copy of Hogwarts: a history which was perched on his lap. And not only was he staring at it, he was reading it!

"I'm sure your very excited Hermione." Harry said this so suddenly that Hermione almost fell out of her chair. She stared wide-eyed at him and opened and closed her mouth several times before Ron noticed what they were talking about.

"You're reading Hogwarts: a history? Are you mad!"

"Just curious I guess." Harry said offhandedly. Ron just stared at him like he had gone mad. But they left it alone and an hour or so later the two went to bed leaving Harry alone to his thoughts.

Everything in this book was very strange having spoken with someone who wasn't supposed to exist. All of the sudden, none of it made much sense to him. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. It was all quite confusing actually. Harry sat their thinking and reading and thinking some more. There were so many questions and not enough answers. By dawn he had come to two conclusions; Experiments would have to be conducted, and things were about to get very interesting around Hogwarts.

Morning found a very tired Harry Potter in the Great Hall. It was still too early for the students to be down, but it was entirely too late for Harry. He had decided that today he would "test" himself. What that meant, he wasn't quite sure. But the thought of learning about other people before knowing himself was just not going to happen. Harry took a bite of his dry toast, chewed, and swallowed. Like why did he like toast? There he went, jumping ahead of himself. So to quote some muggle movie that he happened to like, Harry stood up and said.

"Let's start from the very beginning, a very good place to start." And he walked out of the hall still holding his piece of toast.

The lake was dark like the sky, yet no raindrops fell. The wind blew ominously in the trees of the forbidden forest and Harry got the vague impression that it was the colour deep purple. Does wind have a colour? Maybe it did. But what really caught him by surprise were the mountains. It seemed that everything changed at some point. At eleven-years-old, Harry stood here looking at the mountains and they looked much bigger than they did now. Just like the other day, the lake was blue instead of the now black waters. Everything changed just like the shadows in the hall that leads to Moria's dormitories. Perhaps that was the lesson of them. Harry began by sitting down on a flat rock that lead right into the water. He only had so long before his first class so he began quickly.

Harry closed his eyes so that all was black, nothing existed. He took in a breath and felt the air flooding his lungs, spreading through his body and leaving his lungs. He tried again, and felt the air flow through him like something beautiful. But the beautiful doesn't last forever, and the air left him. He tried again and felt the air go into his body, and this time he could see it in his head. He saw the air go through him, he followed the air through his body and it seemed like he was holding his breath for minutes while he watched it, but when he let the air out, he wasn't short for breath. Harry continued exploring his lungs for a while and then he moved to his ears.

He listened very hard for any and every sound. First he heard the wind. He could see it moving around him, twisting and somersaulting, and flipping everywhere. When something got in its way, it just moved around it, never faltering in its endless dance. He could hear the trees dancing with the wind. He could hear each individual leaf make its own noise to contribute to the music. He heard the water quietly making it's way to the base of the rock, then retreating and leaving a line of wet in its wake. Then Harry moved to his eyes.

He knew that sight was the easiest sense to manipulate because not everything is what it looks like. And its odd that the one sight that is the least reliable is the one that humans depend on the most. Harry looked onto the lake and saw the water waving around. He looked at it really hard and for god knows how long.

"Move in a circle...Move in a circle." For a while nothing happened. Then Harry changed his mantra.

"It's moving in a circle... It's moving in a circle." And after a few seconds of believing it, the water started to move in small circles. He could see it moving, and all he had to do was believe it hard enough. All he had to do was think it and then he could see it!

"Huh, what do you know?" Glancing down at his watch he realized that he was five minutes late for transfiguration.

"Shit" But he was too caught up in what he was doing to really care. He would do some more experiments on the way there. So he stood up and started walking. He walked toward the castle and concentrated on his feet. All he could feel was his feet. He moved slowly, dragging his feet across the grass, feeling every bit of contact, feeling the shift in his weight and the pressure moving from one spot to the other. It was really cool. Kind of like nothing else existed. It was what he imagined being hopped up on drugs would be like. And when he got to Professor Mcgonigal's door, he looked like he was on drugs. His shirt was all wrinkled, having slept in it, his hair was a mess, no surprise there, he wasn't wearing any shoes, had left them at the lake, and he had a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Good heaves Mr. Potter! What in Merlin's name happened to you?"

Harry just giggled and looked at her with glazed eyes.

"I was walking, heh." Then he collapsed to the floor. Oh the roomers that would start.