Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All I own is my original characters and settings that will come up later is the story.

I am rewriting/adding parts of this story to improve it and get rid of inconsistencies. If you see any let me know. Tell me if it's improved if you've read it before. And if you're a 'virgin', so to speak, just drop a line and tell me how it's going.

I'm going to make a calendar and post it on my website to explain the time duration of all this. There are days in between some of the chapters that explain Harry's changing behavior. As time goes by he's adjusting to his environment. I'll post a note when it's up. It might take some time.

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The long fingers brushed along his back, sliding through his hair.

"Harry!"

He bolted out of bed and scrambled against the arms trying to hold him on the bed.

"Harry, it's okay. It's Cali."

Harry let his arm drop and he squinted. "Cali?"

She moved closer and sat next to him on the bed so he could make her out without his glasses on. "Yeah. Do you remember? We were trying to figure out what was going on in your head."

"I--Yeah. Yeah I remember." He tangled his fingers in his hair. He tensed his shoulders, testing out the muscles. The tingling burn spread across his back. "Did we figure anything out?"

"Yes actually."

He collapsed back on the bed and covered his eyes with his arm. "Really? What?"

The covers pulled away from his side. "It's not just a dream that trying to express some unconscious problem."

"Um." Harry stretched his neck to the side to loosen up the muscles. It feels like I'm playing quittich in my sleep. He groaned and rubbed his neck. I think I'm the bluddger. "Okay." He pushed himself up on his palms. "And we know this how?"

Cali had the cover pulled over her lap, leaning her head on her elbows that were planted on the bed beyond her knees. "You started mumbling moments after you fell asleep. There wasn't enough time for you to fall into REM sleep."

Harry rubbed his eyes. I understood the words there. It must be English. He yawned, covering his mouth. I think I'll blame it on Americans and leave my lack of sleep out of it. I've gotten through Potions class on barely any sleep before. "REM sleep?"

"It's the stage of sleep when you dream." Cali picked a band off the nightstand and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "We really need to get you some muggle knowledge."

Yeah. I'm starting to see that. He took his glasses off the nightstand and slipped them on. "So, if it's not Voldemort, not a premonition, not real, and not a dream, what is it?"

Cali leaned over the edge of the bed and appeared back with her sneakers in her hand. She threw the cover to the side and pulled on the shoes without untying them. "I want to cast a spell on you."

Harry blinked. Was there something before that I missed? "What?"

She hopped off the bed and ripped open dresser drawers. "It's an info spell. It won't affect you in any way. Can I?" She opened the closet and sunk her arms into the pile of clothes that coated the floor.

It's probably for the best that she has a single room. "Is there any particular reason you want to cast a spell on me?"

She kicked the pile of clothes and clucked her tongue as she scanned the room. "Yes." She upended the laundry basket onto the floor and started throwing shirts and skirts outward from the pile.

She is insane. Harry smiled. Mom is right. Her brain just doesn't work like other brains do. "Are you going to tell me why?"

She sighed and extricated herself from the pile. "No." She clapped her hands and grabbed something off her necklace holder.

Harry swung his legs off the bed and pulled on his shoes. "Fine. I get the feeling you'll just talk me into it later anyway."

"Of course I will. Manipulation is my most marketable skill." Cali smiled, grabbed his arm, and dragged him out of the room.

Cali slipped through the newly created gap between the bookcases and pulled him through after her. She took the orange, twisted plastic band that she'd grabbed from her necklace holder and put the key hooked to it in the lock. She twisted the key and the door swung open.

"What is this place?" The walls were painted black, as was the trunk in the corner, the only piece of furniture in the room.

Cali pushed him through the door. Wood scraped against stone as the bookcases slid together. The door shut silently and cut off the light in the small hallway. No light came under the door. The torches rested in brackets in each corner. He tapped his finger against the light and it clicked against his fingernail. Glass. "It's my spell room. No one else has the key except for Dad. It's hidden so no one gets curious and tries to pick the lock. There's nothing to interrupt concentration. Here, sit in the middle." She pushed him toward the chalk circle drawn on the floor. He sat down and she set candles around the circle. She lit the candles and hit a button on the wall. The candlelight flickered and threw shadows out into the darkness. She slipped between two of the candles and sat in front of him. "Take my hands."

He reached his hands out and let his skin slide against hers. The candles threw shadows into her brown eyes making them almost black. "I thought your eyes were green."

She didn't blink. "Contacts my dear. Close your eyes."

Harry closed his eyes. Which color isn't real? The green were sparkling with life, but they were too bright. The brown seemed too dark. No one should be able to hide so many things in darkness. His hands tingled, sliding on the lotion covering Cali's hands. Peaches. She smelled like peaches and something else. Something sharp. It smelled like Snape's classroom. His back started tingling. It smells like the Great Hall too. Like all of Hogwarts. It's magic. She smells like magic. His muscles cramped, trying to pull his arms down. He pulled them up and kept them straight. Do I want to go back there? Be forced down into the dungeon everyday and humiliated? His head pounded. Ow. I hate headaches. A piece of glass jabbed into his scar. "Ow." He ripped his hands away and grabbed his forehead. "What did you do?" He staggered to his feet and walked to the edge of the circle, rubbing his forehead. The pain started to dull. "Why do I agree to--What?"

Her face was white. She stood, fine tremors traveling down her arms. "I--you didn't--say--"

He dropped his arm and clenched his fists. "You saw my dream?!"

She covered her mouth with her hand and sniffed a few times. "No. It's not--It's in your head."

Harry stalked forward and stopped inches from her. "I know it is. What? You thought it was in the mind of a cat or something?"

Her eyes dropped from his then shot back up. Her pupils erased most of the brown from her eyes. "No!" She grabbed his arms and squeezed. "It's a spell." She blinked and yanked her arms back. "But it was cast from inside your head. By something else." She growled. "I don't--"

Harry moved back and watched as she paced from one side of the circle to the other. His chest contracted but he kept his mouth shut. If I weren't here would she be walking all the way around the circle? If no one stopped her how long would she go in circles like a mouse in a cage? Harry shook his head. I'm hysterical. I went to long without sleep. Order me a room at St. Mungos please. "A spell?"

Cali waved her arm and the candles went out. The torches flared up, blasting the room with light before dimming.

Harry jumped over the candles and stumbled to the wall. "Bloody hell! How did you do that?!"

Cali watched him out of the corner of her eyes. "Do what?"

Harry sucked in air. He couldn't breathe. "Do what?! You just did magic without a wand."

Cali shrugged and chewed on her lip. "Why would I need a wand?"

Harry stalked toward her. She looks guilty. Her eyes keep moving toward the door. "I have a wand. You can't control magic without a wand." He stopped a few feet from her. "But you can. How?"

Cali walked out of the circle and headed toward the door. "I just can. It's how I was taught."

The torch bottom was made of brown plastic and even had a wood grain pattern on it. The glass top was shaped to resemble flames. "That would make everything so much stronger. They couldn't disarm you. They couldn't make you helpless by taking your wand." He walked over and clasped her hands in his. "Can you teach me?"

Cali looked into his eyes and pulled him into a hug. "Let's reverse this spell first, okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Okay." Voldemort wouldn't know what hit him. Can Dumbledore do wand less magic? I did it when I was little. Everyone did. It's brought on by emotions. How can you control your emotions enough to deal with large amounts of energy?

Cali pulled him toward the door. "You're exhausted Harry. Come on. Let's get you to bed."

Yes. Bed. That sounds nice. Dreams of--wait. "No." He pulled back into the room. "That's okay. I can stay awake until we fix whatever is wrong."

Cali pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. She took a deep breath and moved her hands away. "Harry, I can't break the spell until I find out which spell it is. It could take days or even weeks."

Harry wrapped his arms around himself. "That's okay. I can stay awake." I'll need some pepper up potion and--what else can I use to stay awake? Mom said if we kept eating chocolate and pop we'd never sleep and eventually drive her insane. I'll eat those. I'll need something to keep busy. If I'm just sitting I'll get tired.

Cali slipped her arm around his waist and pulled him out the door. She locked it and pulled the lever. The sliver of light grew and Cali pushed on the gap to swing the bookcase out. She dragged him after her. Her nails dug into his hip. "Come on. We'll curl up on the big puffy couch in the lounge and watch bad late night movies, okay?"

This girl had the strength of Hagrid. "You shouldn't lose sleep because of me. Go to bed. I'll be fine." He pushed the opening closed as he fell against it and tugged himself free.

Cali moved forward and pressed against him. "We're in this together now Harry. You can't get rid of me." She grabbed both of his arms and guided him down the hall toward the semi-non-formal lounge. "Plus, we have to introduce you to American muggle culture." She propelled him to the fluffy white couch in front of the television.

He sunk into the squishy cushions. "Why are you doing this?"

She dove into the cushions beside him with the remote clutched in her hand. She curled her legs next to her and relaxed against his side. "Why wouldn't I do this?"

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