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Chapter Three

Magic

. "Why did you come here? What do you want?" he questioned, glaring into her piercing blue eyes.

"You. I came for you."

He blinked. 'Well that was easy' "Why" he asked out loud "Why would you want the savior that killed his only family in cold blood?" He had meant to yell the last part but it only came out as a whisper. His voice, it seemed, had developed a permanent rasp to it. 'probably from all the screaming' he mused.

"I came for you because I don't think you did it. I believe that you Harry Potter are innocent, and I know that there are others who are just as aware of your innocence as I am. That and they are willing to give you your freedom."

He scowled at her before turning away. "You can go tell Voldermort where to shove it cause I wont have anything to do with him" He growled out over his shoulder. He was drawn back though when he heard her snort at his accusation.

"Voldermort? Please. Who do you think set you up? Well that's what we figured at least. Why frame you and get you out of the way then try to bust you out? It doesn't make sense." She gave a great sigh when she saw the disbelief in his features. "look you don't have to believe me then. I'll leave and you can rot away in here! Is that what you really want?"

"If your not with Voldermort then who are you with? Who wants me?" he hissed at her.

"If I'm going to tell you this I must ask you not to interrupt until I am finished alright?" Seeing his curt nod and unphased by his obvious dislike for her she continued, "The one who I'm representing contacted me a few months ago. He said that he knew that you held a great power within yourself and its dangerous to let it go unused for to long. He contacted me in the hopes of reaching you because I'm a witch, he's a muggle by the way, a powerful one but a muggle all the same. Imagine my surprise when he asked me if I could help him locate a wizard by the name of Harry Potter! I told him that you were imprisoned for murder and that you were quite unreachable. He was, distressed shall we say to hear of your state as he assured me that your mind was clean and you had not committed the crimes you have been condemned for. So I came here to help you get out." Here she held up her had to silence his questions, "you don't have to agree to anything or any of his terms Harry. His first priority is to get you out of here"

"But if he has proof then why doesn't he just take it to the ministry so that they will release me? Why send you in to break me out?" He questioned, excited by the fact that there was at least someone out there other than the voices in his head that believed in him.

"Hes a Muggle Harry! What court would take the word of a muggle over a wizard? That's why he sent me here. To get you out. After that you have a choice. One is to thank him politely for helping you get out of this glorified hellhole, we get you some new clothes, help you on to your feet and pass you a ticket to the down under to start your new life as Mike Cross. The other choice is to stay with us and let us teach you how to control your suppressed ability. Either way it gets you out of here and safety from all widarding kind."

Harry griped his head in confusion. Really after a little more than a year with no contact with another living being to a full blown conversation was to much for his exhausted form. "wait, what exactly is this ability? How come no one told me about it before? Shouldn't I have noticed something?" It was getting really hard to stay awake now, but he pressed on hungry for answers.

"Well I can explain it to you, or you can just see it for yourself." At the questioning look he sent her she continued, "alright but your going to have to listen to me, and do what I say." Waiting for the nod he gave her, she gave a grim smile back. "Alright then, first you need to close your eyes, good. Now relax, don't fall asleep, take calming breaths…" and she lead him into a meditative state and his mind was cleared. "alright," she whispered in a soothing voice, "now I want you to concentrate on what you feel around you. Stretch your senses out, feel around with your mind. What can you feel Harry?"

He frowned to himself, one of his voices telling him that this was ridiculous. But he felt out anyways. It was cold, but that was normal. As was the dampness in the air, the screams and moans from the prisoners below. But there, what was that noise? His brow wrinkled in confusion, there was a humming sound, sort of like the one you would get from a refrigerator. A low background hum that was difficult to place. It was then that he realized with a jolt, that he could feel the current. He told the girl, he really must find out her name, and he could hear the smile in her voice as she told him to reach out to the current with his mind.

As soon as he felt the contact his whole body seemed to fill with soothing warmth. It was like the current had been missing from him, he was now complete in a sense. He couldn't even stop the contented sigh that escaped his lips if he had wanted to.

"Do you have it now Harry?" she called to him, and at his nod, "Good now I want you to take the current and try to concentrate it. Feel it flow through your body, you want to feel it flowing through your fingers and keep it there. Very good. Now Harry, keeping this state of mind I want you to open your eyes and look at your hand"

Harry felt disappointed, he didn't want his feeling to end, and he was sure that whatever had happened to his hand would destroy the trance he was currently in. but he did so nonetheless, and gazed upon his hand with a mixture of shock and awe.

His hand was (thankfully) the same, but floating above the palm of his outstretched hand, was an iridescent glowing mist, that gave off the same hum as the current had. He stared at it transfixed, his hand frozen so not to disturb the beautiful substance that he was certain had previously been the cause for the soothing warmth that had filled him.

"What is it?" He whispered, not taking his eyes away from the sight.

She grinned, hearing the awe in his voice, and answered just as quietly.

"Magic"