Here's the next installment. Thanks to all the reveiws who've being nudging me for the next part. I'm glad my explainations work and at least some of you got a laugh out of it. It is nice to have so much good praise, gives my suffering ego a nice boost. This will be a slow plot line, give it time. I've got the basics lined up until it's time to return to Hogwarts. Which is a few chapters off yet. Yeah gods! ;)

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Harry found that the week past very quickly and one of the hardest things he had to get use to was actually the translation spell. He found that his head filled in English what ever the other might be saying. It made for disjointed sentences, words that did not quite match the subject and some sentences rather oddly worded.

It also left him feeling like he'd somehow being placed in one of those weird foreign films with a really bad voice over. He had a vague recoil of one Asian film in particular, stared by someone called Jackie Chan. He remembered his Uncle Veron caught him watching and switched channels. Saying that it was giving him ideas, and was too educational or something.

The main problem with it however was that it was no help whatsoever when a person was technically speaking English. At which point Harry had to slog through various accents, bad English and broken sentences to figure out what the hell they were talking about.

The Professor teaching Theory of Magic was case in point. He was supposedly speaking English but the rather thick Russian accent meant Harry had to think twice before he could work out what the man was saying. By which point the Professor had already moved on.

In all it was rather frustrating and Harry was rather glad the weekend was finally here. It did not mean that he didn't have any work. He was expected, for instance, to attend the Meditation class, come hail, rain and, well not snow but still. Snape had also made sure he as signed up for the Duelling club, which Harry didn't mind so much.

Then of coarse was all the studying and homework expected. Harry couldn't help but feel Hermione would be thrilled to know he was studying this much and would love to know about all he was learning. What he hadn't expected was how much he actually wanted to know about magical theory, the composition of spells, the woven network created between mental thought, will, spoken word and wand movement and even the chemical basis behind potion creations.

Despite all this, there was time off and if you were willing to dress like a muggle and deal with muggles, there were tours you could go on. Since he and his fellow students were not eighteen, they could go to the various wineries but not by anything. Since Snape seemed determined to keep him within sight, Harry found himself dragged along to many and lost track of what and how much Snape actually bought.

This was more then made up by seeing some of the galleries, eaten some of the most delicious food, visited the local chocolate factory and wondered around some of the beautiful forests. He soon found out it was wildflower season and some of the flowers were amazing. Australia was an odd land and made up with some rather odd plants and some even odder animals. By the end of the day he's seen wild kangaroos, a single emu and even heard Kookaburras.

The next day turned out even more interesting because he signed up for surfing and scuba diving lessons and got to see a good deal of Australia's underwater beauty as well, while included a whale sighting, not far from the coast and a pod of dolphins joining with the surfers. He even built a sand castle. He also got a mouthful of sand, several stinging cuts, a bruised head and a litre of ocean up his nose. That didn't even include where else he managed to find sand when he finally dragged himself in and had a much needed shower.

It all, he thought it had being absolutely brilliant and had never had so much fun in his life. He felt rather sorry for those who stayed behind. Those who were like Snape had being. With ideas about pure bloods and mudbloods. Who ever knew this would turn out to be the best summer yet?

That night a group of Australian wizards fired up their BBQ's, cooked up a few "snags" for every one and everyone sat down on rugs on the lawn with their drinks charmed cool while various Professors tried to out do each other with flashy firework spells that banged loudly before exploding in colour and sparkles before fizzing away.

Harry sprawled on the rug he'd dragged out here, reaching for the pile of notes he had. With him was a basket of food and seated alongside was an African boy named Nick. A fairly average common name as names went but one heck of a lot easier to pronounce then his real name. Harry had given up trying to figure it out. Seated behind him in a black leather armchair was Snape who seemed to be prestigiously ignoring everything in favour of a book.

Harry knew that because of his own past, the Professors here had him watching the potentials that had a simular history to him, but the effect Snape was trying to produce would have being more realistic if the man actually turned the pages more often.

Snape had a light sphere that hanged conveniently in the right place in mid air and Harry used it to occasionally glance though the notes Snape made him bring out here. He wasn't picking up much but the atmosphere was comfortable, which was the last thing he would have expected to experience with Snape throwing him a glance know and again just to check that he was actually looking at his notes and scowling when he notice Harry wasn't exactly paying much attention to said notes.

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It was now the second week and Nick was only just starting here. It was strange how much had changed in such a short amount of time. He no longer thought twice about the fact he slept in the same room as Snape. He had gotten use to the fact that while he knew perfectly well someone wasn't speaking to him in English, he understood them as if they were. He was use to using every spare moment he could studying and writing notes, and then writing a neat copy for Snape to look over. He was use to dealing with Snapes personalty quirks and found himself not minding at all. Snape was surprisingly easier to get along with then he ever expected the teacher to be capable of and actually found himself enjoying having someone familiar there with him.

Taking an apple as he walked along the cliff, he watched the wave's crash over the rocks. It was lunch time and his books sat on a nearby table. Waited down by various objects. It was surprisingly windy in these parts. Finishing his apple, he moved back to his table and went back to his work.

He wrote out a neat copy the notes on how inner dreams and desires could effect the magic he got and how to unlock yourself to get an idea on not only what his main magic might be but the forms his minor magic might take. He wasn't sure if he wanted to think about it. He wanted to protect himself and his friends. He wasn't eager to die by Voldemorts hands. His perchance for getting into trouble, his curiosity, wanting to find out things he thought meant he would get magic in defence against the Dark Arts. Which would be very handy. Even Snape thought he had a good chance. Now if only the magic would co-operate.

Harry sighed. He could almost imagine he was actually on holidays. With the gulls over head and the wildflowers and everything. On one hand he missed Hogwarts and on the other. He never wanted to leave this place.
"It says that sometimes a person who had almost no magic could actually become a better then average wizard or even a higher wizard." Nick frowned slightly at that. Harry nodded.
"I read about that. Snape told me that magic was completely random, uncontrollable. That there was no use in being able to predict what it might do. That we can gain some control on it and bind it to our needs but that magic itself was truly untameable, completely wild and rather unpredictable. He didn't say that all at once but you get the idea"
"But trained witches and wizards don't do uncontrolled magic"
"Not necessarily true." Harry flushed slightly. "The trick is that they learn to direct their magic through the wand, you will also find that an angry witch or wizard will automatically reach for their wand. We learn to hex rather then hit rather early at school, or at least I did. The wand absorbs the excess power build up that happens instinctively, even if they are not touching it, so long as it is near. So that they do not send out a burst of power when they loose their temper. Sometimes the wand isn't enough though. If you are angry enough, the wand is overloaded and can't contain that much power." Harry said, remembering when Estelle taught him some of this, and learnt it himself as well.