I have received some "advise" that it is very confusing and that the timeline is somewhat, #what is the word, ah yes that will do nicely# disorientating.

Well if any of you have read the good stuff from L.P. Barb then you will know the time spell used here. Notso. That oak is brilliant by the way.

Anyway read it and I assure it will help.

Now the problem with the time spell is that a lot of events take place that happens to Mr. Potter in the time span of a day. For that I am terribly sorry. To him it is all the same. Unfortunately it is going to get worse before it gets better. I had a choice of doing this as an advanced learning pace or mutate time. I chose the latter. It seems I was wrong. For that I am sorry. But I am learning. Unfortunately the chapters you are reading now had its birthday in December, so modifying them before I post them is my current solution which by the way I am doing.

You will see the chapters are quite long (This one is nineteen A4 pages of which one page is my crap) be assured that I will shorten the new ones and add more "dribble" in them to give you less to consume.

Anyway I am still a virgin at this so please crap me out, bite me, flame me, oh hell do what you want but please be gentle.

The good news is that I am busy with another story in the background where I am putting the tutorial I receive in your flames to good use.

I am hereby looking you in the eye and saying that I am terribly sorry. Unfortunately I am finished up to chapter sixteen and only from them you will start to see the differences. I am editing the current chapters before posting them but there is little I can do now except for checking my spelling and tenses. Oh yeah just so you know I speak the English language very deliciously. In other words I am not speaking English by default. I do use MSword as my editor and as I am from South Africa it is set to that.

Who reads this anyway?

Enjoy,

Ciao

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Life in a shed and training in a box

Harry woke to find himself in his bed. Medusa lay curled up next to him. (Slept well) she asked and started sliding onto his torso. Harry put his hand out encircling the upper halve of her body, he kept his hand still. She squirmed as she slid through his caressing hand (that's nice.) she said settling into a comfortable position looking straight into Harry's eyes. (Don't give me that look) Harry said to her. Lifting her head up in mock horror (What look) (that one) She settled down looking at him again.

(What will we be doing today Mr. Potter?)(I do not know about you but breakfast sounds good)

(Yes it surely does.) She answered sweetly.

With that the two house elves appeared. "Good morning Harry" they piped together (Thank goodness no Master Harry) "Good morning, I want you to meet Medusa" Harry said indicating the long golden serpent curled on top of him. "Hallo Medusa" Dobby said with a shaking voice while Winky did not answer. "Medusa is my Companion." Harry informed them. This seemed to satisfy them as he heard an "Oh" from the two. "Medusa we brought Harry breakfast. We know what he likes so it is easy but what would you have" (Meat) Harry relayed this to Dobby who disappeared with a plop. Winky went to task to prepare the table for Harry. As she was about finished Dobby reappeared with a plop. He had a few pieces of meat with him. He immediately started preparing a position for Medusa at the table. (Strange they know to prepare your position at the table as well.) (Not really, house elves share their knowledge with the young. That way it takes less time to teach them in anyway.) (Oh) Harry replied to Medusa

When the table was prepared the two house elves started cleaning an already spotless flat. "Oh yeah, Dobby hand Winky that bag over there." Dobby did as instructed. "Winky I want you to make some clothing for yourself and Dobby. I will have no buts. And whatever you do, do not let Dobby help in any way."

Winky and Dobby was both ecstatic as she took the few meters of black lace from the bag. She draped it across them that brought a hearty laugh from Harry. (Good) is all Medusa said, not at the elves but at Harry, He of course did not see it this way and she knew, but it was an inconvenience but still not too bad.

Eating their full the two house elves took the dishes and plopped away leaving Harry in the company of medusa alone. (Now Mr. Potter again) "(What shall we be doing today)" they piped together and laughed at each other. Harry dug in his pocket and withdrew a small trunk the size of a box of matches. Shaking it side to side he said (I bet you are as curious as I am as to what awaits the seeker in here?)

She laughed and said (Thought you would never come to that conclusion.) (But first I need to take a shower)(Aargh, no Harry you are clean as a… I forbid you to go… come back here at once.) But Harry was already half way to the shower. (Men.) She said in mock exasperation.

Harry opened the water and adjusted the flow and heat until it was comfortable. As he watched he saw the tattoo on his forearm where his wand lay. He stroked it gently enjoying the feeling at the edges. #Always at the ready and handy# He washed his back and he felt Excalibur on his back as well. He felt it all the way to his legs and he felt the pommel at the back of his head #if I could only really appreciate and use you for what you are. # #you will soon enough# a voice that sounded strangely like Merlin's said.

Harry finished his shower dried and made his way back to where medusa lay waiting anxiously. (Potter, never do that to me again) (I love you) he said in his defence walking over and sitting next to her. (Now Harry, will we see the inside of the trunk now?) (Don't you think we need a bit more rest) a playful Harry replied (Harry) she said in a soothing seductive way (You are impossible) she said in mock anger distancing herself from him. Harry laughed and enlarged the trunk next to them on the bed.

The trunk, much like Pandora's Box was black. Light did not reflect of the smooth exterior giving it the effect of a black hole. There were seven clasps on the front of the trunk.

On top of the trunk there was a message that read

Unworthy I dare thee to enter

Merlin

They read the message carefully and opened the trunk.

The trunk was divided into two halves. The left part looked just like his old trunk, containing a few partitions for different objects of every day use. He saw a small quill lying in one of the partitions. Speculating what use a quill that dimension could be of he took it out. To his astonishment the quill became a size perfect to his grip. He did the same with a few other objects inside the trunk and to his amazement they acted in the same way. (If this trunk could only do this then it would be marvellous) (It is extraordinary) Medusa approved.

On the right hand side there was a gaping hole with stairs circling down. Harry looked questioningly at medusa (You want to come with me?) She ticked her tong and wrapped herself around Harry. Quite tight but not becoming one with him (Shall we.) she proposed. (No way you are remaining here is there) She did not take the time to retort.

Harry put one foot into the trunk with the utmost care. The steps were quite small so he did not want to misstep on his first try. He should not have taken the time. Just like with a pensieve he all of the sudden found himself inside a room with a few doors. All the doors were black with letters in gold. He started reading them one after the other

Room, Closet, Toilet, Bathroom, Kitchen, Requirement and Necessity, Exit

"Good day Harry. As time has no meaning here a time of day is not necessary." (Merlin's beard) "Yes no matter how often I shaved it was always grown by the next morning" The voice of Merlin responded without passion. "I believe everything is rather self explanatory.

"Your room is where you can have a lie down after an exhaustive training session. Here you can sleep as well. In all the rooms there is a clock to provide you with an indication of the time in the real world." Harry listened to the voice as he entered the room. Apart from a bed there was really nothing unless you counted the book on the bed. "What book is that?" Harry asked almost nonchalantly.

"Ah the Book of Books." Merlin whispered bending over and tracing the name with his finger. He slowly picked the book up and tried to open it to no avail. "I have looked for this book ever since I became familiar with magic." Harry shrugged and walked over taking the book from Merlin. "Maybe it will open for me."

He started opening the book and immediately a light started shining through the crack. Shocked Harry dropped the book. It fell and fell Harry watched it continue opening itself. It fell to almost one foot from the ground when it was completely open and stopped in mid air. Light danced against the wall roof and across them. From the light a figure raised. The figure floated over to Harry.

Harry who is no stranger to the strange, unfamiliar, foreign and impossible stood routed to the spot watching the figure closing the gap. He wore the same outfit that Harry was having made at madam Malkin's it was just hanging more loosely and the colour was a black with a green and blue glimmer to it. Standing in front of Harry the figure grasped his shoulders and lifted his head looking Harry straight in the eye.

Time froze for Harry as he could do nothing else but stare back. Harry saw movement below the hood and watched in fascination as a silver snake slid out below the hood. He started feeling a familiar feeling as Medusa detached herself from him. He watched as the two snakes slowly started wrapping themselves around each other.

Realizing what was happening Harry started to panic. He watched in horror as the two snakes became one. The stranger seeing this reassured him by saying "Life will continue, accept the knowledge that Medusa is receiving." "Who are you and how did you know her name?" Harry asked. The stranger smiled "You" he dropped the bomb like ton of bricks by removing his hood. Harry watched in fascination the rest of the face. Then only did he realize that he was looking at a mirror image of himself. "How?"

"When the time comes you will understand and know the how of it as well. Use the book and the trunk well. Train yourself as good as you can. Spend as much time as possible in here sleep, eat and drink. As you heard the book is the Book of Books. We are the authors of the book. Use it well. Add to the book as your experience grows. Knowledge is power and power is strength. You must exercise to increase strength. You can do magic use it and become as good as you can. Accept it. Understand it. Define it. Redefine it. Experience it. Live it. Love it. And Above all be it.

Inside the book there is knowledge, expand it. There are teachers and only the best in their art. In the front is a training program that you must first complete. Do it before the school term start. As you complete the training the book will start opening for you. There is no instant knowledge for you. You are already very powerful, and will be more so than Merlin next to you ever were. On your birthday you will have access to more power and lastly on your seventeenth birthday you will be at your peak. There you will stay until you reach my age and at three hundred years I am still happily married and fight evil like you eat breakfast at school.

Train and teach your friends. The DA must survive if you are to win. Act yourself in secret. Medusa has the knowledge, as her knowledge can be transferred for an advantage. She knows what is expected. Soon you will have the love of someone special. This love will be more than you share with Medusa. Protect the love not the person she is capable. Remember that. And no I will not say who. Send them spells to exercise. Especially Ron and Hermoine. Send to the rest of the DA spells to exercise as well."

Looking at the younger himself he could see the determination in those yes that he knew and thrived on until this day. He saw the tear in himself of the death of his godfather but he could not tell him. That he was here was more than enough already. Saying too much would be wrong. He felt the tear, always red roll down himself. He saw it starting to burn and he knew it was time to leave.

"Here I leave you. Remember train, act in secret. I leave the last of my surprises. Be strong and the corner stone of the world. I will be watching, always…"

With that the light started to fade into nothingness. What was left were a stumped Harry and a flabbergasted Merlin. Some strange clothing on the floor, a set of boots, some strange daggers, gauntlets and a belt was lying where he vanished.

"I just knew it" Merlin trumpeted Harry out of his stupor. You are the chosen one. And with that he left. Stuck in his thoughts Harry wondered (What now) (I thought it was rather simple. You need to start training. Remember not to tell anyone, not even your professors.) Medusa answered (Besides I have nothing to say to them. What did he mean you will know?) Harry answered and asked. (You will too once the time is right.) Grumf was the sound Harry made (It is not fair) (It never was and surely never will be and stop acting like a stupid ogre.) Medusa chastised. (I love you too) (O no you don't not this time) (Sorry) was his meek reply.

Harry went to the room and lay on the bed. Lying on the bed Harry opened the book and started to peruse. A new figure appeared and immediately turned to Harry "Lying will most certainly not do." It said

The figure wore a yellow sweater with a black stripe down the side. At first glance the figure did not look like much. The figure pulled the arm pieces of the sweater up and said. We will have to find a suitable place to train you. With that he turned and left.

This brought Harry out of his daze and he practically ran after the figure. "Who are you?" "Bruce" was the stern reply as the figure entered his room of requirement. Immediately the room changed into a Dojo.

"Much better. Do what I do if you can't keep up just follow as well as you can." With that Bruce walked of to the titami mats and stopped of centre. Harry not really knowing what to expect just stared after the figure.

In the middle of the room the figure started stretching. After a couple of moments the figure started moving slowly at first with a certain amount of determination and precision that was scary. This continued for almost fifteen minutes.

Then the fun started as the figure started picking up speed. Here Harry lost all contact with the movements. This illusion was moving in a blur and Harry saw he was picking up speed. Then suddenly the figure stopped. This happened so fast that Harry was following him with his eyes and realised that there was nothing where he looked. He retraced the route he followed and saw the figure pointing a finger at him.

"This is actually for you, you know?" Harry feeling guilty already looked at the floor whispering an apology "Sorry but I have never done any form of martial arts."

Bruce just looked at the scarecrow in front of him and as he smiled he said. "Ah you are new, well just my luck. Let's start from the beginning then shall we." Harry nodded his agreement without voicing it. "Well do you know what your centre is?" Harry frowned "So you know really nothing. Well then that is where we will start. Follow my example and do as I say."

That said Bruce walked of to the position where he started and sat in the alpha position. Harry without further thought followed this example. "Now start concentrating on your breathing. Breathe as is comfortable for you. Concentrate on the in and out motion. In, Out, In, Out. Follow your own rhythm. Now start clearing your thoughts." Harry tried for he lost time but he could not clear his thoughts.

Frustrated he shouted "How am I supposed to do this" To his amazement Bruce opened his eyes and looked at Harry. "You are forcing it and I can smell the anger you are emitting. This will not come with the first try. You will most probably have trouble for the first couple of months." With that Bruce jumped to his feet and started moving again. His eyes did not reflect light his expression was one of fortitude and he was as relaxed as Harry has not been in a long time. . Harry just sat there and gaped as the figure went as fast than humanely possible. "You will need to find that centre of yours to be able to do this."

With new determination Harry set to find his centre. He lost time again the only thing he heard was the movement behind him. He concentrated on that and soon all his attention was captured to the movement. Then he did something that amazed him he dropped his attention from the movement and concentrated with his entire mind on the simple action of breathing.

Then it happened. He suddenly felt nauseas from the smells attacking his nostrils. Opening his eyes he saw the world the way it is not the version he expected. Slowly turning to Bruce he looked at the figure suddenly not so fast anymore. "Wow" he said inaudibly. "You found it. Now join me."

Harry got up and started moving with a much slower Bruce. "I will adjust to accommodate you." The movement flow became more basic and slower. This continued for a long time. Harry's muscles were screaming but in his centre it was just a feeling that he could ignore. He continued following the movements of his mentor eventually his arms stopped moving and it was not long before he fell flat on the ground. Just lying there, he felt his new world slipping his grasp and returned to his world.

Immediately he was overwhelmed with muscles torn to shreds. He was sore all over. He did not dare to move. Bruce stood over him with a smile like a quarter moon, displaying an impressive set of ivories, reflecting the part as well. "Total muscular failure." He added dryly. With that a potion appeared out of thin air. He lifted Harry's head and poured the liquid down his thought. "Magic, such a pity I had no access to that."

Harry immediately felt better. Returning to his starting position Bruce said "Again" with so much authority that Harry had no choice but to obey. To his amazement his muscles was not even tired they felt better than when he started. He did not have time to say anything as there was a blur heading in his direction. For some reason he just dropped in his centre and started moving with Bruce.

They did not touch it was just a matter of the moves he started with and he quickly and painfully saw that if he made a mistake he felt a blow and if he performed them perfectly they were dancing in perfect synch. This continued for a long time before Bruce changed direction and Harry followed his movements. These were the movements that Bruce used during their dance. This went on until Harry was flat on his back again and in a world of pain.

Smiling Bruce poured the potion down the throat of the young man. "That was pretty good. For now though that was enough. Catch your breath and then open the book for your next lesson. Use your centre for the rest of your classes as well. It will improve your concentration"

With that Bruce disappeared and the room changed a bright white. There was no furniture and infinity was around the corner.

"Couch" Harry said louder than necessary. Immediately he was lying on a couch as the couch slowly came from within the ground. Using his imagination he changed the room more to his liking.

A fireplace appeared close to the couch. Infinity was blocked by stonewall on all sides. A portrait adorned the door and carpets hanged from the ceiling down the walls. Three figures posed in various positions on the mats. Except for the fire there was no other light. The floor was a thick red carpet with a gold lining. In front of the fireplace there was a stool with a soft cushion in red and gold as well.

Medusa immediately left him and made her way to the stool.

Both lying comfortable they stared into the oblivion of the fire for a long time. Harry was the first to break the comatose they both relished. Except for the crackle of the fire there was no sound (What do you think will be next) (I think we should first be a bit comfortable before we find out.) With that she returned to Harry. Harry immediately started stroking her. Squirming in the comfort both fell asleep shortly.

As time did not matter both woke up refreshed beyond comparison. This was the first time that nightmares did not plague Harry. Writing it off to the effect of time Harry absentmindedly started stroking medusa again. (What is next do you think?) (The possibilities are impossible to shortlist you know.) Medusa answered tartly. (Shall we?) Harry asked and opened the book without awaiting a response.

Once again there was the white light appeared from the book and in front of Harry stood his charms professor.

"Professor" "Ah Harry how nice to see you" was the reply. "What are you doing here?" "Well as you explained only the best are inside the book. So I am here and you are here to learn charms, not so?" Not expecting this Harry remained in a lying position looking the little professor up and down.

"Well Harry this will most certainly not do for our classes." With that the room changed in size and Harry ended up on the ground. The walls remained but in the middle of the room there was a table with five balls on it. The couch Harry lay in was transformed to a bench and immediately the comfort Harry and medusa enjoyed was destroyed.

Standing up Harry cast a cushioning charm on the bench and once again they were both in a more comfortable position. Looking between the balls and the professor Harry asked with indignation "What now?" smiling the little man answered "Well it is rather simple. I want you to levitate all the balls at the same time."

This time it was the professor who received a nice comfortable looking couch where he immediately made himself comfortable. "Well?" he asked giving Harry a questioning look.

Harry removed his wand and said "Wingarduim leviosa" The first ball started lifting to Harry's prompt but not the rest. Satisfied that Harry started the little man turned on his side and almost immediately started snoring softly.

"Great." Immediately the ball fell on the ground. Harry started again but the moment he started to concentrate on the next ball the first one fell on the ground. Harry for his part kept going as the balls fell one after the other.

For longer than Harry would like to remember he kept this up eventually he got tired and dropped the ball that was currently in the air. (This is useless!) Harry exclaimed sitting down heavily on the bench. Medusa curled into his lap and gave him a look that would make Minerva proud.

(Always looking for the bad in everything…) (But I cannot get it right!) Harry interrupted her in his frustration (Like bloody hell you cannot…) by now the normally composed medusa was fuming (…and never interrupt me) this she said with enough venom to poison Harry.

And then she said enough to make a crushed Harry blush (Voldemort never said I cannot. He always finds a way even if it is his fools that need to do something!) She hissed at him (Sor…) Harry tried to defend but was again cut of (Do not interrupt me; you are sitting here complaining about impossible when Voldemort would lift those balls without effort. You have all the time in the world to make the best of a crappy situation the best you can do is complain and mope about your inadequacy. Do you know that for the last hour you did not even as much as whisper the spell…) realisation suddenly dawned on Harry (…if you went to your centre then maybe you would find it a bit easier but no it is easier to complain. You have the world on your shoulders, yes you are young, yes you have experienced a lot but still you complain about something as mundane as levitating five simple balls.)

Medusa seeing the shame on the face of a flustered Harry slid off his lap and to add injury to her little performance she turned so that she could not see him and he not her face. She looked in the opposite direction and a small mirror appeared that she knew Harry would not be able to see.

Sitting in deep thought Harry looked ahead at the balls and thought to himself #If he can do it then I can most certainly as well# Hearing this Medusa grinned inwardly as she saw the new wave of determination fill the face of Harry. She had a new way of convincing him and thanks to the older herself she knew the strings to pull. Seeing the dull eyes of Harry she knew he was in his centre thanks to the older herself as well.

Lifting his wand medusa saw on of the balls lift from the table and in no time the second and the third as well. He kept them in the air and floated them to different locations in the room. Sometimes one of them would fall but be caught before impact.

As he was in his centre she could not read his emotions to well but fortunately she had another link to him that was stronger.# I loose eye contact and it falls #He kept this up for some time but every time the ball falls. #Try to remember the layout of the room as well as the location of the balls as well as the other objects in the room# Medusa thought back. #OK #Harry replied #Sorry for being such a prat# he continued and she just smiled. #I still love you. # Hearing such convictions was still a bit unsettling to Harry and she could feel it almost like a flinch but emotionally.

#Eventually he will get over it.# Turning a two times in a full circle Harry took in everything in the room. Satisfied that he memorised everything Harry left one ball behind and looked in the opposite direction. None of the balls touched the ground. #Wow!# Harry exclaimed

(That is good Mr. Potter but what about the rest?) (Spoilsport.) Harry replied and he picked the last two balls up at the same time. (Cocky aren't we) (Me) Harry replied in mock exasperation as he started sending the balls in all directions without once touching any object in the room. Balls zigzagged without even the most remote indication of a plotted route. Then he brought them together and started juggling them faster and faster. He brought them overhead and started rotating them in a full circle so fast that they became one blue streak without a start or end. Suddenly they stopped all in the position where they were.

If Harry was not in his centre a grin would cross his face a twinkle would become visible in his eye. But unfortunately that was not to be seen. Suddenly the little professor was not on the couch anymore. (Harry what are you doing?) Medusa asked somewhat alarmed. She was not answered. Flouting in mid air Harry brought him straight above the table and did something that he thought was normal.

He cast another cushioning charm on the table in case the professor fell. Medusa

saw this and gasped. She had only seen it once and that was with Voldemort and it was right before she left him. Only difference was that that man had no cushion to fall on. Voldemort gloated when this happened and here was her Harry not even realising that what he did was supposed to be very difficult to the point of impossible.

For some reason that she or anyone for that matter could not comprehend humans were not particularly compatable with the levitation charm. She understood it had something to do with the wizard fighting the effects of the spell.

Harry slowly started revolving the balls around the professor. After sometime they started to go faster and faster until only a blur was left. A soft wind started blowing from the balls. (Wow) Medusa said in surprise.

Harry was not finished yet. He was tiring now but he had more he wanted to try. Then he did something that was supposed to be the end of the spells. He closed his eyes. The professor at that moment decided to wake up. It took him sometime to realise that he was actually awake. And that was only the beginning. Then he saw the 5 balls revolving around him at an extraordinary speed. Then it dawned on him that he was in the air. He remembered his student and looked at the young man only to see eyes closed. He saw no emotion whatsoever. The wand was almost limply being held like the work was done as an after thought. A slight breeze was ruffling the already ruffled hair.

A snake sat upright gawking at the commotion, as there was honestly no other way to describe the action, in as much shock as him. His student chose that time to open his eyes. There was calm in him that defied his idiom, and a determination set in diamond. In awe he stared at his student as the balls started to losing velocity in their gyrations and ever so slowly started to settle on the table under the control that could not be created with a strong and well cast Imperuis curse. It simply defied logic.

Professor Flitchwick was returned to his couch where he immediately sat upright staring in exasperation at Harry. "How did you do that?" he asked when he could finally settle his wits. Harry shrugged his shoulders as an answer and sat on the bench. He could feel the tiredness rippling through his mind. As time was not relevant in his new environment he did not know how long he was at it only that is was a long time which means he sat.

Seeing that there would be no answer the professor said. "Let's start with the theory of your achievement. You see Harry what always amazed me is that you could do most things just by trying and practise. That is useful especially if you need to do something in a fix. Now Harry I believe that you do not know how the book operates so let me explain. When you opened the book so far a tutor appeared. This will continue for as long as you need to be taught. Now once you opening the book from the middle it gets a bit more interesting."

Seeing that he had the rapt attention of his student he continued. "Open the book from the middle." The professor commanded. Harry opened the book as commanded and saw there was a table with a few rows of sorts. Seeing the puzzled looks on the face of his student the professor continued. "Use your quill and write in a search request. Now if you write across the table you can add more parameters to the search. In the first field write charm."

Harry requested a pen from the room and immediately complied. While he was writing there was a list appearing on the right hand side. By the time he wrote "Cha" he turned a few pages and to his amazement there were a list of names and authors as well as a field containing an Authors note on the subject of the book, scroll and even Tomes. Harry could literally feel his jaw drop "Wow." Is all he could say. Medusa who was by now next to Harry looking in the book was as amazed as him. Shaking her head side to side she said (Now we have a list of books to help us, but where are the books?) Harry voiced the question and a faint smile crossed the face of the professor. "You see Harry that is the beauty of the book.

You see a future self of you made the book to help and teach you or at the time himself. I thought it was impossible to charm a book to do this but you proved me wrong. You used some runes as well it is still mightily impressive." Harry who was all the time looking in the book saw a circle on the side of each row as well as two circles on the top. The circles were named "Get", "Get Page" and "Get All".

For bad measure Harry made a check mark in the "Get All" circle. Fortunately he was in this room as there started a single book in the corner and then there was a steady flow of books that immediately took over a lot of space. The room immediately started to expand to accommodate the new occupants of the room.

Harry was dumb struck to say the least. The room was covered floor top roof in books, scroll, tomes and even some canvasses.

"Well you certainly jumped the wand there Harry." The professor admonished Harry. "Anyway if you turn one page back then there the directions to use the book."

Slightly frustrated Harry closed the book and immediately all the books disappeared. "Now Harry I believe we can start to go over some theory or rather a lot of theory." They spent a lot of time covering theory that was to Harry's surprise not dull or boring. Every so often he would test some of the theory and he slowly started understanding the workings behind the charms and why wand movement was important. He soon realised that the only reason to move your wand in a bit of predefined manner was to focus your power in a more precise manner, further more the actual movement meant a certain action. Jabbing forward basically translated into a push. There a lot of jab types though. . However the next discovery he made was that you did not need to make the movements as precisely as they say but it used a bit more power. Harry was furiously taking notes all the time and had already compiled a few rolls of parchment.

"Harry I believe we have done enough for now. You can rest a bit and continue for you next class." "Thank you professor" Harry applauded to his tutor and the little man disappeared. Harry's room was returned to the state it was before the professor disrupted them.

(That was interesting.) Harry said matter of factly to medusa. (Yes it was simply amazing) For the next two hours in their new environment they discussed what was discovered. (If I do not need the incantation to get the charm to work it uses more energy) (Yes) (Let's try this.) Putting the wand down Harry pointed his hand to a vase and said

"Accio". The vase immediately went flying to him faster than he could follow it. The vase crashed into his sternum and shattered on impact. Harry went to the floor before the glass hit the floor and just lay there rubbing his bruised chest. At the moment of impact Medusa dove literally into Harry and settled. Slowly and painfully Harry started to feel better. For some reason Bruce appeared at his own accord and fed Harry a potion smiling like a mad man. "Better be a bit more careful next time" He said as he started laughing.

Harry was still broken, bruised and lying flat on his back when the room suddenly changed back to the dojo. Bruce did not wait for Harry he immediately started attacking Harry with a quarter staff. The first five shots struck Harry across his bruised and broken chest but Bruce did not relent. Harry quickly found his centre but had a difficult time to do anything. He was hurt but in his centre he could isolate and almost ignore the pain. He only had his body to defend his body and soon he discovered that it was best to only stay out of the way of the quarter staff. His body was for sum reason still convalescing itself even under the immense strain of Bruce's forced attack. Still tired from the previous class Harry went on and on duck, dive, roll, fall, jump, roll block. The latter was always accepted with a thud. Getting tired Harry started to look for ways to return the attack but every attempt was quickly overturned and he would be back to his original position of ducking and diving.

Then it hit him like a brick. He quickly moved into the sphere of the quarter staff and started working on the inside of the defence. The quarter staff came around to knock him senseless aimed at his already bruised chest. Harry turned his back and lifted his arm and the quarter staff struck, he gripped the quarter staff beneath his arm and swung in the same direction. Bruce who saw his fate too late lost the quarter staff to Harry and immediately rolled backwards as the quarter staff swished through his previous position. Bruce immediately retaliated as Harry was not in the best position. Harry however had quickly learned the workings of the quarter staff while defending from it. His handling was not as good as his masters but he could hold the man of.

Harry thought his master was moving slower for some reason. Harry felt that he could almost run circles around Bruce. He could predict the next move sometimes two and even three in advance. It felt strange. It was as if it all made sense suddenly. Harry felt as if he was playing with Bruce. He could feel his magic fuelling his movements. This went on until Bruce struck the quarter staff with the sole of his foot as the quarter staff was about to struck his head. It was his last defence. The quarter staff broke in halves and Harry could see Bruce grimace and slightly lost his footing.

The man was tired but Harry felt he could go on he gripped the two staffs at the ends. Harry felt strange and he could not classify his feelings. As Bruce lost his footing Harry jumped through the air and landed behind and to the side of Bruce. He could feel the magical power and the physical flowing into one. He could feel the gasp from Medusa. He could see that his master was frantically looking for him. He could see the target of his next shot. It was the back of the one to train him no more the master.

Harry felt the air brightly lit, he smelled the sweat, his and Bruce's separately, he smelled the well oiled and used staff, he smelled the mats on the floor and he could smell the fear the man in front of him. Every sensation was disclosed, everything polluting the very air he was breathing and measuring.

Harry struck with all the might he felt coursing through his veins, arms, muscles and even the very core of his bones. He could see the hair of his arms standing on end, the air crackling with the force of his stroke. He was not mad at the man in front of him; no he could still remember the pain his chest used to be in when he was attacked. A grinned reshaped his face and the two pieces struck simultaneously.

Harry was not ready for what happened next.

There was a very bright light as he made contact. The staff shattered and burned away before hitting the floor. A brilliant white light shone from Bruce as he was cracking like glass into a million small triangles. The light escaping the fissures illuminated the room a bright white. He saw Bruce dissolving into nothing as if he was a fog ending with an explosion. Harry realised that the room was white as the time he found it. He remembered his room the way he wanted it.

When the room completed the transformation Harry saw the older himself sitting and clapping. "Well done. That was the first time it ever happened and it helped a lot." Harry was more worried about the man he just killed for sure. The older version of himself saw this and said. "Bruce please join us?"

Bruce appeared out of thin air with a certain amount of surprise written on his face as he said "A good tutor becomes progressively unnecessary. But you young Harry ripped the carpet from under that statement. I have never felt anything hit me so hard. I saw you and then you were gone. My nostrils flared and my ears strained but you were gone. Fortunately I am only a memory however feeling is still permitted."

Harry replied "There is still a lot to learn. Different weapons etc." Bruce replied in turn with "Are you sure you want to be taught by the student."

Harry smiled and said. "I have a long way to go." "Very well we will continue. Until we have our next class young Harry." Bruce said with a grin as he disappeared. "Nobody ever impressed that man Harry. He was always too good for everyone else. He used to be a movie star you know." Understanding dawned on the younger version of himself but he pressed on. "In those muggle movies they had to slow the film down so people could see the grace of the movements. I have seen what you did. You were playing with him weren't you?" The younger Harry sheepishly looked at the floor for some reason interested in his uncovered feet. "He was not moving very fast." He said.

A sentiment washed over Harry as he said "I enjoyed hitting him…" His eyes started to tear "… if he was a man he would be dead. I would have killed him." Harry said. He could feel Medusa detaching her from him and give him a squeeze. (Please don't) (I would have killed him and would not know that it would happen) as he said that he broke down and cried (Do not do that please) Medusa pleaded. She looked at the older Harry for support.

(Harry) The new voice that was human brought Harry's face up. (That is why you are here and not Tom Riddle. So you can control yourself. You will be taught by a lot of other people as well and we can only hope that you will be ready.) He was crying himself. The sadness was amplified in the language he was using. (That is the best I can do to help you Harry. Like I said you are one of even our kind. I will help you all I can. I promise. Just remember sometimes there are no other choice.) The last part was added with a tired sigh.

"There is more you are not telling me Harry. I myself never reached that state and even worse I used to be you. Look at yourself." Harry did as was requested. "Feel yourself. You are not even tired. Amazing. I suggest you rest a bit. We will talk soon. Don't fret too much about what happened. Think of it but don't hold it against yourself. He would have died if he was human but at least we are forewarned"

With that the older Harry disappeared into nothing as well. Harry flopped into the chair and let the room change him into his boxers. (Get some sleep.) She commanded. (I need to shower) He replied (Don't worry I will take care of it. Sitting and not thinking of anything he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

(Oh Harry if only I knew how to help you. You are too bloody noble for your own good. Your biggest mistake is guilt. These people owe you not the other way around) She was crying now as well. Dobby and Winky appeared next to Harry and Winky said. "You requested Harry to be washed? Why are you so sad?" (Yes how did you know, it must be the trunk.) She explained to them the situation. Medusa saw the two house elves crying with her as well.

Taking Medusa from Harry he smiled and said to her. "Because we chose Harry and he chose you we chose you as well. As Harry accepted us you have accepted us as well. Harry is simply too good" (Thank you) Medusa said as Winky levitated Harry to the corner where a shower now stood.

After Harry was washed they put him in bed and Medusa curled onto his chest. She immediately fell asleep.

(Finally awake sleepy head) Medusa said as she saw Harry slowly opening his eyes. Harry cracked a smile and ran his hand over her side slowly and deliberately. She squirmed at his touch and said. (Feeling better I guess) she tried (Yes the sleep was good thank you.) Did Dobby and Winky help you to get me clean) with that there were 2 house elves on either side next to the bed. "Is Harry feeling better?" Dobby asked very quietly afraid to make a mistake. Harry intuition saw through this and he knew why the question was asked but that is not what was bothering him. It was as if they were afraid to ask.

Harry magically lifted the elves onto the bed without a word or a wand. (Wow Harry that was the next thing we wanted to try. You had a lot of control this time.) She said with a grin. Harry smiled feebly and settled his mind on the two house elves.

"Dobby, Winky please do not be afraid to ask me anything. Ever" There was a danger in his voice that they could not deny. He pulled them down next to him and the four just lay there. The house elves were both crying silently. "Harry is too good to us." "Shush." He said softly. He lay there with them for a while and then asked. "If I was to say that I am hungry what would it be…?" He did not get a chance to finish as both house elves disappeared with a pop.

(They love you, you know?) Medusa said in the absence of the house elves.

(I know. They were treated badly and that will stop while I am here.) If only all house elves worked for you.) She added as an afterthought. (If only) he added as the house elves re-appeared carrying plates off food - His favourite food. "Guess it is dinner then… Thank you." Harry said in no uncertain terms considering the food.

Medusa had a bowl dedicated to her as well.

(You ready for more?) Harry asked while stroking Medusa. (Let's rest a bit more.) So they did just that. Well actually Harry slept and Medusa was holding a weary eye on him. He slept for what must have been ages and when he finally opened his eyes she could see that he was ready for more.

Harry who was still waking suddenly saw the room change and he was once again in a classroom like the one he had for charms. (Thanks) Harry mouthed to a spiff looking Medusa. (What?) She asked, innocence itself.

"Harry, my name is professor Vernatoe. Please call me Vernatoe without the professor part."

"Are you and Professor Flitchwick related?" Harry asked as an answer. "No Harry we are not. We just happened to work on the same potion as very long time ago." He had the unmistakable grin that was reserved by the other short man.

"Oh, ok. Anyway, pleased to meet you Vernatoe."

"Harry I know you may have a lot of questions but we have to start. I know you know nothing of runes so it will be most difficult for you."

Harry requested a parchment, quill and ink from the room and immediately set out to take notes. Harry was soon amazed how much you could do with runes even though it was most difficult to form the characters. Considering his handwriting it was actually expected.

Harry made notes of everything that he was taught in the class and they had a practical session quite often. Even though his symbols were not perfect they still performed the required function. This was to the dismay of a teacher that was getting a bit disgruntled at the student. After the class the teacher disappeared without a word.

(You know I have to exercise making the runes.) (Yes) Medusa agreed.

Exercising was something Harry was not scared of and so he started making the first symbol he learned. Then he would show the symbol to Medusa who for the better part of the actual day only shook her head. When he got one symbol right to her satisfaction he would move on to the next one. Harry discovered that you just had to let your hand flow and that of there was a sharp turn in the symbol he could just flick his hand. He quickly saw that a loop on the bend was not the best way to go once a parchment took to fire and after that he had fewer problems. When he got the first couple of runes perfect the rest became easier until he had enough as he was making even new runes perfect even when he was being negligent.

An important lesson Harry learned was that for every wand movement there was a dedicated word and potion. So if he was to use a levitation charm the wand movement was a swish and a flick followed by the words Wingarduim leviosa. This resulted in the actual charm. However he could exchange the wand movements with words but the Latin words was then quite long and dreary as you were actually asking the magic to help you.

This said you could exchange the word part with a few wand movements as well. This consisted of an encompassing movement followed by a slight lift of the wand. This followed after the swish and the flick. Of course you could simply will the charm as well you would just have to be very specific in your imagination and accept the strain on your magical supply. The problem was that almost all people could not do this as they could barely conjugate enough magic to sustain the action.

The next thing he learned is that there is a potion for the same action as well. Different properties of the ingredients added in different recipes (if you would) meant different reactions.

Lastly there were runes. Once again for every action there was a rune as well. Or rather a part of a rune meant a different action. Stacking runes could be used to achieve something but was very difficult and was usually only used by masters. A very good example was with wards.

Any part of the different actions could be used together to achieve something. You could exchange wand movements with runes if you knew how to combine them.

As perfect as anyone timing can be two house elves popped into existence carrying well dinner. "Dobby, How long have we been in the trunk?"

Dobby looked thoughtful for a moment and blurted out. "Time is strange in here Harry. It is still the same day that you went in the trunk the first time. Dobby does not understand it but I know when you are hungry and what you should eat."

"Thanks Dobby." The house elves bowed and left. (Strange isn't it?) (Well you know the spell Tempis Figit and how it works, if you think of it in that way it makes sense. By the time a single step is taken outside a lifetime can pass in here. Fortunately the spell is not working as it could.) Harry thought fully nodded and continued eating.

Harry finished his food and looked at the parchment lying across the table.

(I cannot continue to carry a bag full of parchment.) Harry whined to Medusa. (Make it continues as you did with the inkpot.) Medusa replied in her snake instinct. (Harry quickly thought back at what he had learned and how he made the ink pot ever flowing. But he instantly knew it would not work. (We will have to research this.) Harry said without bliss.

He opened the book and thought out loud. (Where do I begin?) I think lets start with "Continues". Harry said not out loud but loud enough to make sound and noted it down in the book. He heard a noise and turning around he saw his book a lot thicker than it should be. "Library, Runes or Charms, Parchment or scrolls" Harry wrote down and there were about a hundred books on the listed. He immediately requested them as well.

Harry and Medusa were both astounded at the possibilities of runes scrolls alone and not to mention charms. He soon discovered that charms with a scroll were magic. The next few books he found out those runes with scrolls were magic as well.

With ten books he left for last on purpose as they were the only ones to combine both arts he discovered that charms and runes combined was black magic to achieve anything. (You know we can look into transfiguration as well.) Medusa said non-committing. A flabbergasted and astounded Harry quickly got the new books as well and started on them as well.

Harry made notes unnecessarily. (Will you stop that? You know we don't need them. How much more proof do you need?) (Sorry love cant. Beside I can always keep it for DA. There we can put it to good use.) Medusa replied (Good enough for me) and they continued.

Soon they were ready to start on their first scroll. It was endlessly long but they decided to make it stop at the length of ten. It was marked every inch, foot and parchment all the way. There was an index and with a glossary that updated itself as you continued, the search function worked superbly. It was spill proof as well as quick drying. "Erasio" would undo the last action, which could be done five times. "Derasio" would redo the undone actions. The scroll was self illuminating by saying "Illumination on, and Illumination off". It would not make stains even if he drooled on it and it would cover the writing so it would not go feint, discoloured, bleached or tarnished with age. It was decorated on the sides and the top. This decoration was always standing still as you worked through the parchment like a photograph. It could read passages back and after a lot of strenuous suffering it there was space for footnotes on the left quarter of the page. Once rolled up it would encase itself to protect it as well.

To say the least they were both ecstatic with their achievements. As there was no more space to add rune or charms on the outside of the scroll they left it at that. They then set forth to capture their first try with the first class they attended. After copying the first scroll they decided that it would take forever. Not taking into consideration the fact that they were only busy for about one minute.

(I can't keep this up my hands will fall off) (That is what I have been trying to tell you. But you cannot stop now. You will have to continue so you can give copies to DA) at that Harry saw his whole argument backfiring at him. Medusa saw the expression on his face and knew what went through his mind (You argued first.) She said lovingly at Harry. (That means there is only one thing to do.) "Runes or charms, Quill."

Suddenly there were a lot of books listed. "Modifications or Changes." He added and there were fifteen books left. Harry requested them and went through them one by one just scanning the names of the books. In the end they had 5 books to work through.

They started with the books making notes on another scroll they runed and charmed. They did find a lot of possibilities and then started drawing the runes on a quill and adding the charms. The quill was not as good as the scroll but it would certainly serve their purpose. The best part was that you could dictate to the pen, and to make it impressive they ensured that it could dictate the conversation where multiple people talked simultaneously. The writing changed colour to suit the individual currently speaking even when they spoke out of turn. The name in the colour would be left in the footnotes section.

They runecharmed it so it would work exceptionally well with their scrolls. The quill would copy what the teacher said onto the main part of the parchment and their thoughts and an abbreviation into the footnotes section. Further to that it could do the same for them if they worked from a book, parchment or tome. Going through their notes they realized they could make it pick locks and do numerous other tedious little tasks but they decided that for now it was enough. The thoughts were copied by a form of Legilimency that they still had to learn.

Harry then set forth to dictate the rest of their original parchment to the new scroll. This completed quick enough and they decided to take a quick nap. They went into their room and Harry immediately went to lie on the bed. Medusa decided it would be much more comfortable if she lay next to Harry. As she became herself again they were amazed that she changed again her colour. She was Platinum as well. They both saw this and Harry embraced her mumbling his thanks to her. He held her until finally they both fell asleep.