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Part 3

Rain pelted the window of the sixth year's dormitory. Lessons were tiring yesterday and Harry didn't sleep well. Upon investigating his mental barriers Harry found many cracks and gaps in his mental wall. Voldemort had tried to implant something in Harry's mind, he could tell by the red stains ever so often. The shield held, but barely.

Harry cursed his adversary as he set upon restrengthening his shields; he was already late for breakfast. Hurriedly he got his green a continuous solid, showered, and dressed so he could get something to eat.

Rushing into the Great Hall Harry almost fell off the bench in his rush to sit.

"Rough night?" Ron asked, the meaning didn't slip by Harry though.

"Not that bad, but I've had better," Harry answered. This was the basic code for asking about visions of Voldemort.

Harry was about to try and prepare his plate when Luna, again at the Gryffindor table, placed a plate in front of him.

"Thanks," Harry told her with a grateful smile. He started to eat as fast as he could when Luna and Ginny rose to go to class. Luna gave him a kiss on the cheek and they were off. Neville and Hermione weren't around; Ron told Harry they already went to class, as the two old friends started to leave Sira and Jenks joined up with them.

"This place is a maze," Jenks grumbled good-naturedly.

"Yeah, it is, but you get used to it," Harry answered the new guy. Then he tapped one of the armor statues on the head three times with careful timing. The armor animated itself in a salute and sprang to the side. Harry and Ron just introduced the Haszel twins to secret passages. After a short stroll the four Gryffindors were standing in front of the defense against the dark arts classroom.

"That's insane," muttered Sira with a smile.

With a few minutes to spare, they decided to join the class. They each took a seat and began waiting for what would have to be an interesting class.

"This is NEWT level defense against the dark arts, my name is Professor Karkaroff. I have more experience in this subject than most, and we have the year to basically teach you sex years of knowledge considering your past teachers."

Harry glared at the arrogance of the man. A dark mark was burned onto his arm, he was running from Voldemort, and here he is acting like a hero.

"Today we will start on shield charms, so who can tell me why this spell is classified as a charm?" he asked the class in a eastern European accent.

Harry almost laughed, this was first year stuff. Even Hermione looked shocked at the question, then a little appalled before raising her hand.

"Yes Granger," he called on her.

"Because you are bringing something into existence through magic," she answered.

"Good, now, who here can produce a shield?" Karkaroff looked a little taken back at every hand raised into the air. "Anyone care to demonstrate?"

A couple hands dropped but the majority remained. Harry glanced around and took notice of the hands of the Haszel twins still raised. They both wore amps.

"Longbottom," Karkaroff called, "please come forward."

Neville rose from his seat drawing his wand. It was a good thing his wand was out because before he even righted himself a stunner was flying towards his head.

"Protego," he called swishing his wand tip down then up, the stunner hit the shimmering blue and quickly vanished. Then a book was flying towards him. Neville let go of his magical protection barrier and whipped his wand tip up to down and called, "Contego," and a shimmering yellow barrier engulfed Neville. The book hit but was sent rapidly into the direction it was originally cast from. Karkaroff banished the book then called,

"Halt! Good Longbottom, five points to Gryffindor. Now, ten points to anyone who can tell me a curse that has no defense."

A couple people raised there hands, but Harry sat there rather stumped. Everything had a defense really.

"Yes, Brown," he called on Lavender.

"The killing curse?" the answered in a questioning tone.

"Wrong! Anyone else care to take a guess?"

Harry raised his hand.

"Potter," the professor inclined his head.

"There is not a curse that does not have a defense."

"Good, take those ten points."

The lesson continued, some things they did was beginner stuff, some of it more advanced than they were ready for. Overall it really wasn't that bad, for a double period time seemed to fly by and suddenly the bell rang for lunch.

"Homework! Two rolls of parchment, one on the differences of Protego and Contego, and the other on how you can defend yourself against the killing curse. Dismissed," he called out to the students.

At lunch Harry was a little shocked, it wasn't Luna that surprised him, but for the first time in five years the Patil twins were sitting together. He noticed a bit of three of the now five houses sitting together. Harry smiled at himself. Spread throughout the hall he also took notice of the D.A. sitting together. Karkaroff wasn't that bad of a teacher, but the D.A. needed to continue he knew, also the S.O.U.L. needed to be born from within. Harry's hundred yard stare didn't go unnoticed as Ginny made a joke at his expense.

"Hey, I heard that," he said indignantly.

"Oh yeah?" she challenged, "What did I say?"

Harry sputtered not knowing what she said; his friends had a good laugh at him.

After lunch Harry and Hermione waited outside the hospital wing for class. Hermione surprised him by asking about his fainting spell yesterday.

"Harry, did Madam Pomfrey test you for Shanker's?"

"Yeah, she said I didn't have it. What exactly is Shanker's by the way?"

"It's a magical disease named after Sir William Shanker. He was the most magical wizard of his time but his body could not handle all of the extra magic. It's said his organs began to break down and he would have to cast these huge powerful spells to release the energy. Supposedly he waited too long one day, he just kind of exploded after he fainted…"

Harry gulped at the information, but he didn't have time to focus on what could have happened since Hermione had more questions.

"What did you mean I had a kind color?"

"Before I passed out, I saw this like haze around you. It was calming really," Harry answered trying hard to remember the ordeal.

"What was it?" she asked in a low voice.

Harry shook his head a little, "It was this kind of blue, not really light or dark, I don't know really," he turned to look her in the eye, "I've never seen it before."

"Playa Potter, I just thought Draco was kidding about you stringing along the mudblood. At least she knows her place," Blaise interrupted them.

"You want your face to match his?" Harry bit out.

"Oooh, should I cower to the scar? Did I hit a nerve talking about your slut? Tell me Potter, you might even gain a little of my respect, do you do 'em both at the same time, or are you hiding the filth from your girlfriend?"

Before anyone noticed anything Harry hit Zambini. A satisfying crack under his amp covered hand. Hermione blinked when Blaise hit the ground.

She asked, "Harry, did you do that?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry, I couldn't hold back anymore."

"What spell did you use?"

Harry looked at her confused, but before he could ask Madam Pomfrey opened the door.

"And what has happened to Mr. Zambini?"

"He was in a rush and didn't manage to stop himself hitting the wall," Susan Bones answered the teacher with a grin.

"I see, well, accidents do happen. Let's get him in here and we'll get him healed," she said in an amused voice.

Occlumency rounded out the day that he was graded for. He entered the door and his mental shields were immediately put to the test. The mind trying to force its way into his had the will of a rapist. Harry fell to his knees closing his eyes, he divided his green but the other color was fleeting. Every time he thought he had it, it fled once more. A few moments later Harry felt the withdrawal and was drawn to it. The red was like blood, and Harry focused. With everything he had he focused, and then he opened his eyes.

The screaming was high pitched, but it came from his mouth. The room was not that of the welcoming Headmaster's, but dark, and dank, and instead of housing a beautiful phoenix, a python slithered at his feet. Harry looked down.

In Parseltongue he told the snake, "You're master is failing, you'd do well to leave, but if you remain tell him this, he will die in the face of light."

Harry actually laughed before he was thrown out of the mind of Voldemort and back into his own body.

Harry opened his eyes to face Dumbledore's. The Headmaster's eyes were focused above Harry's head, concern etched his features.

"You look me in the eye; I won that particular battle Professor."

The twinkle returned rapidly in the Headmaster's eye as he looked Harry in the eye. "Very well done Harry, very well done indeed, well, on to our lesson then I believe."

Harry gaped at his professor; he had just blocked Voldemort, not only blocked, but possessed him. And he still had a lesson?

Dumbledore's beard twitched as he said, "Yes Harry, you still have a lesson. As surprised I am that you have come along this quickly had guarding your mind, what happened when you focused on Voldemort?"

"I sort of possessed him," Harry said timidly, not knowing if this would land him in trouble or not.

"Yes, though that is a form of Legilimency it is not the only one. This is what you need to learn the rest of the year, for it is much vaster than Occlumency."

Harry nodded to show he understood.

"Ok," Dumbledore seemed to try and think of what he was doing, then exclaimed, "Auras! The first step of learning any Legilimency is learning how to just read people. To do this you need to focus your magic."

Harry nodded again. He was a little scared because the last time he focused his magic he overloaded. With a sigh, he found his magic centre.

"Good," Dumbledore began again, "now I need you to try and focus your magic onto your eyes."

Harry tried to direct his magic, very thankful for the wandless magic lessons as he now had a great deal of control of his magic. He could feel it travel through him, reaching his eyes. There was a sharp pain but it subsided quickly. He reached under his glasses to rub his eyes, when he opened them everything was out of focus. He too off his glasses to clean them only to realize he could see everything better than he could any time previously in his life.

He looked to Dumbledore to see light gold light swirling around the headmaster. He also noted that the very walls of the school swam in a multitude of colors.

"Whoa," he said breathlessly.

Dumbledore just chuckled.

After O and L (which Harry was calling his lessons with Dumbledore) Harry waited for Ron and Ginny to join him and Kingsley Shacklebolt. He was no longer seeing the constant color of auras but he was happy at still not needing his glasses.

Ron and Ginny entered and the lesson began. Kingsley had a bunch of maps that had little dots on them to represent battles of old. They spent the time going over who did what wrong and why. Ron seemed to soak up the information; Ginny seemed to also have a knack for this sort of thing. It was a little too close to History of Magic for Harry's taste, but he did throw in a little bit of brilliance ever so often. But most times he was proved wrong.

After countless battle scenes Harry's mind was a little numb. It drifted to Luna quite a bit, but he really did try to focus. Finally the lesson ended. Kingsley gave them each a map of Hogwarts with instructions to devise an attack on the castle using fifty people. He wanted it next week.

Dinner came with nothing really interesting taking place. Afterwards the group of friends all went to study in the library, as well as do some of the homework that had been assigned. Finally Harry accompanied Luna to her dorm, and then he headed to his. He was exhausted by the time he reached his bed. After a quick reinforcing of his mental shields, he fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

Ok, I know it's short, but it is a Wednesday, and maybe I'm cursing myself for wanting to do a chapter for each day of the first week. Anyway, before I do Reviewer Response I want to let ya'll know of a new project I'm on. It's called The Tales of Knockturn Alley, it is a bit grim, and if anyone wants more details on participating let me know at JPx at fanfiction dot net.

Fanastygirl721: I know Luna is OOC, but oh well. I'm going with that was her front, or maybe Harry brings her to earth. I'm glad you liked the Dark Arts class, the particular spell they learned was vaguely mention in Sect of the Serpent, a great fic : ) I'm still plugging that story. I thought the cigarette was kinda funny too, poor people with Shanker's, I wonder if we know anyone with it... As for ships, I'm going to do a H/Hr one day, just to cover all three lol. Chapter eight is being broken up by days in these parts, once i move on to chapter nine the days will become sporadic again. Thanks for the Review!

wolfbow: Thanks for the review and the props for the descriptions and classes. On my lack of reviews, I really don't know why there are so few. One hundred and sixty six people have read the last part since it has been posted. Out of 166 two people reviewed. Oh well...