An: Sorry about the wait, but I just realized that I had over fifty reviews and decided that I should write more even though I'm not liking what I did with the story but oh well. For a while it's just going to be journal entries… maybe I'll make a story story with the… story… and this will just be the journal. I'll have to think about that. I'm also sorry for I have just written this chapter and have not had time to read over it for spelling or grammar mistakes. Please bare with me.

August 13, 1996

So this Chard dude turned out to be all right.

He's helping with "word-less magic". He told me that that's what's taught in the sixth year of schooling. It took me a while, but I pretty much have the hang of it.

It's really nice to be using my wand again, and especially not getting any owls for it, thought Chard did bring up the fact that someone (such as Dumbledor, that fucking idiot he is) may be walking by and sense all the magic going around. So, now we're stuck inside Flourish and Blotts looking for a spell (me) or a potion (him) to put up around the shack. So far, he's come up with something similar a potion that does just the same things as wards do, but we're trying to figure out how to alter it so either magic doesn't get out or/and if it does, make it untraceable.

He said something about fairy dust, because in a sense it repels some little creature and said that it could do the same against Dumbledore. I said why not get fairies and ask them to attack him when he comes, if he comes? He just laughed at me, and even harder when I mention dragon's blood. He said that Dumbledore came up with the seven uses of Dragon's blood, so he'd easily be able to guard it off.

He stopped laughing when I explained my idea, as far-fetched as it may sound.

I suggested that we make the wards act like a dragon. As in, if nothings causing it any harm, it wouldn't do anything to it… but if it starts probing (in the case of the wards) or bother the dragon, it would start to attack… like spurting fire or biting with poison. But the most important thing was how we were going to do it.

I showed him the spell that I assumed we could change. It bended the wards from beign just wards to being like an invisible army when… "danger was in the air."

I thought we could just change it to 'dragons blood' instead of' blood of the enemy' in the ingredients list. Lucky for us, Chard had one vial of it left. We cast a 'notice-me-not-charm' over it, to top it off, along with an invisibility charm.

Chard also showed me this cool thing where he can do a little 'show' of the spell or charm. He conjured a miniature house in the middle of nowhere (literally, we were in the middle of no where- we apparated to some desert in America, I think) and showed me how to cast the spell that would show what happened, in a sense.

At first, we saw the dragon walking around the makeshift house. After about five minutes when we were about to give up, it started to disappear. Another ten minutes later, and the only thing you could see of the dragon was when it breathed fire, you could see the fire. Chard said we should be able to alter that real easily.

Then he made sticks start attacking the dragon and the house… it was quite funny watching them burn in mid-flight.

We assumed it would work and were quite astonished at the amount of magic it required for us to cast and really astonished at the state of the dead bunny and owl the next morning, not to mention a pile of ash.

We had to wait and see how it turned out against a human, and neither of us was willing to test it out.

It was the letter that I assumed the owl carried that was left unharmed that was truly mind-bending for me.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Included should be Mr. Black's will, but under certain circumstances (your missing being the main one), it shall not be delivered to you until you show. The meeting is for the 14 of August in my office. Hope to see you there.

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore.

PS

I am sorry that this letter got to you so late, as the other thirteen owls could not find you. This one was sent by Fawkes. Surely he won't come back empty handed.

Sure enough, the pile of ashes started moving and out from them bore a baby Fawkes. Ten minutes later, he gave a very nasty cry and was gone with a glimpse of fire, as the dragon itself.