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Chapter 8

Ginny handed Harry the 'bad news'. Much to Harry's surprise, it was in a form of a chocolate frog's card.

"Ginny? Are wizards going to sell their junk to Muggles?"

"Unfortunately yes."

Harry looked at the back of the card. It said

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, 1980-present. Currently still at Hogwarts. Celebrated when caused the Dark Lord's first downfall at the age of one. Saved the school from the Chamber of Secrets at the age of twelve, won the Triwizard tournament at the age of fourteen, entering a graveyard and witnessed the rebirth of he-who-must-not-be-named, also a Parselmouth and, rumor has it, desired by all Hogwarts ladies and many outside of it.

Harry sighed. He especially disliked the last comment. "Rumor has it, desired by ladies." Really! Can't they just leave him alone for about a week… or ten minutes then?

Harry was in a foul mood for the rest of the day because he was unable to see Luna and the news he heard in that morning. And that wasn't all. That evening Professor McGonagall came to the Gryffindor tower to break the news.

"Attention everyone!" She shouted and the roomful of students shut up.

"Professor Dumbledore had asked the heads of house to inform you about a little change will take place." There was a nervous murmuring running threw the room.

"As the minister of magic made a dramatic announcement to the Muggles, the Muggle minister insisted and bugged him to agreement to let Hogwarts take tours…."

"WHAT!" The entire tower roared.

McGonagall ordered the children to head to bed and left. Harry eagerly ran to the 6th year boys' bedroom and washed, dressed and got to bed before Ron or the others had the chance to even get up the stairs.

Harry's spirit popped to the astronomy tower, just like the day before. Luna was already there this time.

"Hi love."

"Hi, did you hear the news about the Muggles?"

"I did. I think that was idiotic. Really, Fudge can't get any more stupid."

"Yes he can. He's desperate! Umm, Harry I can't stay tonight with you. There's a sleepover and everybody from fifth to seventh year girls are staying in fifth year girls bedroom. I couldn't possibly be asleep in that time. Sorry."

"It's not your fault, love. But before we go…" Harry said and pulled her to his arms. Their mouths crashed together and their tongues started battling. Harry moved his large hands under Luna's t-shirt and rested them on her bare back.

"Harr…(kiss)… love I really gotta… (Another liplock) … I really would love to continue but… (And another one)" Luna gave up trying so she just responded. She felt someone looking at her.

"Who's there?" She asked and looked around.

"Harry, I could swear someone's watching…"

"That's probably some of your friends from the sleepover. See you tomorrow, hon."

"G'night" She said and gave him a final kiss. They both disappeared.

"It was bloody about time!" Salazar yelled impatiently.

"Shiesh, Salazar, take it easy. There's really no need to shout. I'm not deaf."

"Stupid heir of Gryffindor." Salazar hissed in parsel, completely forgetting Harry understood him.

"Excuse me?" He responded (in English).

"Nothing, nothing!"

"So, who's going to train me this time?" Harry asked cheerfully, hoping it would be one of Godric's day again.

"Lady Light is." Helga responded.

"Erm, I think I misheard you, Helga. Did you just say Lady Light?"

"Yup, indeed she did!" Said a sweet voice behind him. He turned around and faced Lady Light.

"Nice to see you again, milady. But could you tell me what on earth could you teach me?"

"Something I couldn't teach to anyone else."

"What's that?"

"White magic. You know the thing you used as a prank on you birthday guests."

"Yes, I know. Is that's what it's called? White magic?"

"Oh yes. Now, you're the first human being ever to actually possess the power. Since the beginning of times the only ones who had the control over white magic was my sister Dark Lady and I. Of course she prefers black magic over white and I like white magic better so we're really ok with our roles in our dimensions."

"Okay. Could you tell me a bit more about it?"

"Well, I'm supposed to do that anyway. There are three different parts of white magic. And that goes to black magic as well. If you can do at least a tiny bit of it, you are able to heal any fresh scar, wound or injury. By the way, don't try, your lightning shaped scar is a bit too old to be healed. I think healing will be the easiest one you'll have to learn. The next part will be slightly more difficult, but that one is also an easy one. It's closely related to a phoenix's song. Its features are: you are able to encourage people to fight just by radiating your aura. You can choose people to encourage, both good and evil and yes your aura contains a lot of white magic. I think it also contains a bit of black magic, but you'll have to ask Dark to find out."

"Ok, so that's the two parts of it, right?"

"Uh huh."

"That doesn't look anything like the whip I used against my birthday party guests."

"Now that's the third part. That is, of course, weapons. There are five different weapons of white magic to choose, but I don't think you're able to control all. Definitely more than one, but less than four."

"Sounds ok with me. What are the weapons?"

"Whoa death-dodger! You really get down to business fast."

"Of course, my fair lady."

Lady Light giggled pleasantly and Harry responded by chuckling.

"Well, now the first and the lowest level weapon is a simple dagger."

"Possible if I have it?"

"I don't know, but that it is the lowest level doesn't mean it's the most useless. It's really the opposite. You see, you con create it and give it away to your friends, but if your friend's level is not high enough, he or she is not able to use it. You can create as many weapons as you like. They last until you decide to get rid of them and if you die, they will continue to exist."

"Hmm. Hard to tell if it's more twisted or amusing. What do you mean by 'if you friends level is not high enough'?"

"I really love this rule. Now, my parents, sister and sister's father decided to make your life full of riddles when we were only creating the real world. If a person reaches to level 100, he or she will high-level up."

"Sounds like a Muggle video game."

"I know! I think it's really funny. And parents say its junk."

"What's high-level?"

"You've experienced it in your summer. Well you reached level 100. You grew taller, lost your glasses and generally got sexier. So you'll just physically and mentally improve."

"Oh gee. Well, what about the other weapons?"

"The second one is an Arabian sword. I personally like it the best. The third on is bow, along with endless amount of arrows. It has proven to be useful for people who are too frightened of causing pain. One of the people able to use it is Neville Longbottom. The fourth one is a big axe and it isn't for woodcuttings. It is a huge and heavy looking one, like blacksmiths have. Now the fifth and last in white magic's possession is the whip, which you already know you have."

"Wow…"

"Wow is right. Now, instead of practicing those weapons today, you'll have to master your aura controlling."

"Why?"

"Because you can use it to encourage your friends, but also yourself. Tomorrow you won't visit us here. Instead you'll go see meh sis. It's really heavily desperating down there and in order to ignore it, you'll have to encourage yourself."

"Why will I visit Dark Dimension?"

"Because I'm sure you have some black magic in you, I just don't know how much. Plus I'm really not as half as good in black magic as my sister. Now let's start your training."

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