AN: Sorry I know I said that I should be updating every day but I kinda left town for a bit and was away from my precious computer. But now I' am back and while I was gone I got a ton work done on the story for the future! The whole thing is pretty much figured out, now I just have to figure out the mini details! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter four

Talks and locks

"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"

At Harry's incredulous look she explained, "its raw magic Harry. Magic is everywhere. And it's a witch or Wizard who can take that magic and use it. Muggles and the like cant use it, but they can feel it time to time. Wizards need a tool though to direct the magic, to distill it. Hence the need for a wand. You on the other hand, have the ability to draw raw magic to yourself and manipulate it to your will. Something that has never been done before."

Harry looked back down to the glowing mass in his hand. 'Magic. Its so – pretty' He shook his head at that childish thought and told that particular voice to shut the hell up. For a brief moment he toyed the idea of using this ability against Voldermort, but that thought was quickly squished, trampled on, and thrown in the mental trash bin. 'We don't want anything to do with that world any more' the rest of his voices nodded in agreement.

He closed his eyes wearily; it had been so long since he had slept. When he opened his eyes the mist was gone, leaving a tingling sensation in his hand. "Don't worry," he heard called from the girls cell. He looked for her but she had stood up and was looking at her door. "It will come back with practice. But you need to save your strength. That is, if you wanna get out of here with me?" She stopped whatever she had been doing and dropped to a crouch to look into his eyes. He looked away and surveyed his cell and really looked at for the first time in a long time. He didn't want to stay, that was obvious. And he knew that if he did stay, he would die here. Soon.

'But we don't know anything about these people,' whispered a voice in his head. 'who are we to trust them? As soon as they have us they will try to use us!' it hissed. He looked back to her cell but she was back to working on the door. "Look, I know that this is hard." She called as she worked on her door, "I was in your place too not that long ago. Well I wasn't in prison, but it wasn't a place I wanted to stay in. Then these people came and started spouting all this stuff saying I have a gift, and they want to help. And I was like 'yeah right, total bullshite. All they wanted was my power. But I went with anyways, I was in a bad place, and it was to good of an offer." Harry could hear some weird clicking sounds coming from her door. "Its kinda like a leap of faith. There's nothing I can really say to you that will prove my trustworthiness," at this her door squeaked as she heaved it open and got to work on his door. "But you should know that I don't think anyone could force you to use your powers. Not yet anyways. It takes to much control." She sighed as the clicking sound started coming from the lock on his door. "I can give you this though. I swear on my own life, on my magic and on my soul, that I will do my best to get you out of here and should you choose to leave us after we get you safe, I will do everything in my power to make sure that you can." The clicking stopped and she gave a great tug on his door, pulling it open.

"All that matters now is if your coming or not."