Will and the Word
Chapter 14
His lessons started with Belgarath.
"Harry there very few hard rules to sorcery. First, is the Universe existing to create that which can exist change state, living to dead, matter to energy, energy to gas, gas to Matter. You cannot under any circumstances unmake or destroy something with your will if you attempt it the universe destroys you cataclysmically." Belgarath began Harry conjured a rose and then cast an Evanesco on the flower and it vanished as normal when he saw Belgarath eyes go wide sealed it for Harry.
"It does not break the rules it transports it to the nearest magma chamber" Harry laughed a gut-wrenching laugh "You should see the look on your face. I will teach it to you if you would like. The main difference between our arts is that mine while will is a component there is also a gesture be it a twist or a circle or some such. Back home we have a similar law for the matter." Harry reminisced "I asked Professor Flitwick how it destroyed matter. At the time my facial expression mirrored yours. Would you like to learn?"
"I think I might like to try" Belgarath admitted "However let me finish my lesson first. Next, we cannot bring the dead back to life to try is to kill ourselves. Those are the big two. Thankfully I do not have to get after you to read what you already do. If you can imagine it chances are your will would be strong enough to make it happen. Now I want to try that"
Harry spent the next three hours going over first-year charms with Belgarath. While Belgarath could still plainly see his grief, the boy enjoyed teaching a great deal.
The afternoon was spent with Kheldar learning the intricacies of the Drasnians secret language it helped that passive legillimency gave him everything he needed when silk commented Harry replied "I could read you a little since you were teaching it was literally in the for front of your brain. When we next meet you can help me strengthen my ability to use the language by making either quick or obscuring your gestures."
His sword lessons with Mandorallen brought disquiet to harry as he looked at the regalia of his ancestor His armor, weapons, and surcoat. The sword of Gryffindor gave him pause "I cannot use my ancestors' blade. The merest scratch would either poison you or suck your soul from your body."
Belgarion was nearby when he heard this "Perhaps we with some help from the orb could cleanse the blade or perhaps give you control if they are to be used."
"We could try," Harry said not enthused by having the orb nearby. The idea of having access to the orb scared Harry the last thing he needed was a power boost. Harry gathered his power and delved into the enchantments on the blade "Quickness, Ever Sharp, Ever Clean, Dancing, A now-defunct Link to the sorting hat" No sooner had he said that when he heard the familiar crooning of a phoenix Fawkes had flamed in looking bedraggled carrying an old burnt, tattered and worn hat Fawkes immediately burned away leaving ash and a newborn phoenix laying in them sleeping.
"Potter," the Hat said coughing a bit of dust "You cleansed all three of the ley lines that Hogwarts sat on basically wiping what was left of our home away" the Hat chastised "How you survived I will never know"
"He did not survive Death brought him to us to be nursed back from the brink," Eriond said suddenly appearing. "It was close thing if it had not been for my niece, he may have perished. Sorry Harry we felt the phoenix arrive with something much like the orb"
"Well Julian here has had a thousand years' worth of magic soak into him while he was in Hogwarts" Harry admitted "However, he was magical even before that He belonged to Godric. Julian, can you teach me how to purge the dementors kiss that now inhabits the blade and maybe how to control the basilisk poison that impregnated the blade?"
"Put me on your head Lord Gryffindor" the sorting Hat commanded. Harry thought about what the hat going to see "Come on Harry let's not wait for the grass to grow"
"Julian, things happened I am not sure it would be wise if you were to read me. I do not want to relive them again it is too soon." Harry said carefully
"Harry put me on your head. I will be gentle" the hat smiled "I promise I will respect you in the morning"
Belgarion and Mandorallen both wondered at the talking Hat. Harry Just snorted and did what he was told. The sorting hat started cycling through his memories he could see them but he felt oddly detached "Now that I am all caught up I can help you, but only if you want the knowledge I hold"
"What Knowledge is that?" Harry asked
"I sat on Godric's head for 115 years before the founders pooled their power and made me into what I am I remember everything Godric experienced." The hat paused and turned on Harry's head "Given a chance to speak with the two knights here I am sure we can get you up to scratch in swordplay. I have already implanted in you the secrets of the enchantments on the sword. Now hand me to the one with the item of power take care of Fawkes and clean up your gear."
Harry knew a dismissal when he heard it "Have a nice discussion" He handed Belgarion the hat "Your Majesty, Sir Mandorallen I will be over there doing as I am told.
Harry went over and with a negligent wave of his hand conjured a perch with a basked for Fawkes and cleaned. After three hours with the hat and Belgarion asking if they could take the hat to Belgarath and Polgara It was early evening when the hat came back on Beldaran's head who was being escorted by her father.
"He has always been a good boy, sometimes too good, to giving and even too forgiving. His friends tried they did but the headmaster's grip on him was too strong." The hat explained, "Between your parents and extended family I hope you can quell his tendency toward putting everyone's lives before his own."
Harry's face grew stormy "Julian you should not talk about things you are not capable of understanding. You saw life through Godric's eyes, that does not mean you lived it." Harry snarled well and truly angry "I knew what kind of man the headmaster was. He fancied himself a chess master Ron, Hermione and I knew that after the first year. Most of the fourth year was staged except for the night the champion's names were drawn. Ron was mad because he lost ten galleons to me." Harry fumed some more "Did you honestly believe I would let you read me. I gave you what you needed to know to help me. Yet you believe that I sacrificed for the masses. I sacrificed myself for my family everyone else just benefited from the sacrifice. If I had to do it over again I would do it with a smile on my face. Because she" Harry pointed at Beldaran "is worth everything to me so yeah if I can save her at the cost of myself you better believe I am going to do it."
"Harry, calm down love." Beldaran's voice soothed him "Julian wants you to be alive to have children so you can pass on what you have learned."
"Lord Gryffindor, I apologize unreservedly," Julian said sincerely "His majesty and her highness did not believe me when I predicted how you would react when talking about that subject. Now much as I did in Godric's time I would like to travel with his heir"
"That…that is so…" Harry sputtered
"Sneaky, subtle or," Beldaran smiled at Harry "inspiring"
"I was going to go with wrong" Harry muttered "But yeah it is pretty inspiring the sorting hat can prank…who knew"
"Harry after some discussion we feel it would be best if we use the orb to try and change the nature of the goblin enchantment to either cleanse the blade entirely or allow you to control what abilities come to the fore." Belgarion looked at Harry trying to gauge his reaction "I… we … even the orb itself trusts you. We know you do not seek power; take up the orb to cleanse your weapon" the king commanded handing the orb first to Beldaran who in turn held. The orb out to Harry.
With a look of reluctance Harry took up the orb which immediately started the process of getting to know him before Harry could grab the blade the orb turned an angry red and harry felt something break inside of him gasping, he felt as if his body were on fire, he saw the ghostly image of Dumbledore leaving his body… 'what had the old man done. They had found nothing binding his magic' Harry thought as he felt his power grow exponentially' "Your majesty get yourself and her highness away… Too much … too much."
"Focus your Magic Gryffindor, Use it! Do not let it use you!" the sorting hand snapped Harry stopped and breathed he could smell the scent of the grass and the scent of cinnamon coming from Beldaran. He felt the hilt of the sword cold yet welcoming calling to him in his blood he closed his eyes and let the power infuse his being." When he opened them instead of the normal dazzling green Beldaran was accustomed to his eyes looked like they were on fire a flash of darkness emanated from the blade and Harry meticulously changed how the poison was used. Only on command. The sword then caught flame and the name on the sword changed Henry Gryffindor. And Harry fell over unconscious
"You were right Julian," Belgarion said anger in his. voice "He did put some sort of binding on Henry!"
"Henry?" Beldaran asked, "I thought his name was Harry." The sorting hat answered.
"Harry is the diminutive version of Henry, Informal if you will something friends and loved ones would call him. If he meets other people of import, he should Introduce himself as Henry Potter Duke of Gryffindor or Henry Gryffindor." The hat explained patiently "Now let's get his grace into bed. Tomorrow is a new day."
Garion looked down at the young man and he could see none of the wounds that harry sported when they had met two days ago. "He is healing fast. Soon he won't be your patient anymore."
"No, but he will eventually be my husband," Beldaran said primly "That is kind of the same thing, or at least that is what mother says." Beldaran tried lifting him by hand when that did not work, she thought for a moment channeled her will and gently moved him into the tent. "See you in the morning, Father.
"We will have Geran and Eleanora bring you out something to eat," Garion said shaking his head. As he made the walk back, he ran into Durnik reshoeing their horses before they set out for Tolnedra. "Durnik, would you like some help doing that."
"Help would be appreciated Garion, it would mean I can tend to the wagon tomorrow," Durnik said quietly. It was the tone that said everything to Belgarion. Durnik felt like it was cheating if he used Sorcery. Garion quietly went to the other side of the forge and started working a shoe as Durnik taught hit years ago. Eventually, all the men save Belgarath and Silk lent a hand and all the horses were done by dinner time. "Thank you all" Durnik said the sincerity in his voice made everyone feel good "Tomorrow I will work on the Wagon hopefully it won't be too bad and we will be able to leave at the end of the week."
In their tent Beldaran watched Harry toss and turn begging for his uncle to not hit him and for the first time she ignored her aunt warning to never go willingly into a sleeping mind you never know what you are going to encounter so it was Beldaran found an older Harry watching a memory of younger Harry being whipped with a thin leather belt and she could see a buckle of some type was on the end of the belt hitting the younger Harry she could see the lacerations on the little boys back she gasped and drew in her will only to be distracted by harry "This is a new memory for me love until today I did not remember this." He said pulling her as close to himself as he could in his mind "I need to see what was done"
They waited another two lashed when Albus arrived via Fawkes, Albus wasted no time in locking Vernon in a body bind quickly rifling through the man's mind hissing in anger "Trying to beat the magic out of him I should beat some magic into you" Dumbledore said darkly conjuring a fire whip Fawkes landed near the sobbing boy began crooning and shortly young Harry was asleep and Fawkes cried a gentle tear all over the boys back. But the damage was too extensive his back would be scarred for the rest of his life. Fawkes' crooning did little to settle Vernon Dumbledore locked onto Vernon's eyes "He is your nephew and completely innocent of what you are blaming him for. "Obliviate, Confundo If you cannot be caring ignore the lad, let him be!"
Turning toward Harry opening an eye and reading harry "Oh Harry my boy I am sorry in my efforts to protect you I have only caused more harm. I know you are too young to know this but servants of Lord Voldemort still walk free and want nothing more than to harm you. I hope one day you can forgive me "Obliviate" the memory ended and both Harry and Beldaran woke Beldaran snuggled into Harry's chest her hands were up his shirt on his chest.
Harry's arms were wrapped around Beldaran holding her close.
"After that day the Dursley began ignoring me, except my cousin!" Harry said softly "Albus did the best he could and he was right there was a line of evil people trying to kill me my entire life."
"That part of your life is over Love." She murmured capturing Harry's lips "before you I wanted to avoid Marriage to become Sorceress like my aunt." She got up from their bed and started pacing the room her hair flowing behind her as she turned "Like a meteor falling from the heavens into my heart. The moment I held you in my arms. The moment I knew you and you knew me our lives began."
Harry was mesmerized by the fire in her eyes and the passion in her voice as she stormed to him though she was a full head shorter than him he could see her mother in every manner. So intently he watched here his vision blurred he saw her change she had aged a bit was still stunningly beautiful surrounded by their children on the mountains that overlooked the Vale of Aldur, a spire of white marble rose behind her and he could see himself landing as a phoenix and transforming. The vision passed and Beldaran was standing in his arms pulling his head down again into a kiss "Where were you, my love, you were so far away."
"I caught a glimpse of the future," he said taking her hand into his and leading her out of their tent turning toward the mountains he kept turning until he was facing southwest the sun was slowly beginning its descent "We lived on that mountain. We were older but not old and you were surrounded by what I assumed were our children. We had a magnificent tower. It was all so real."
"I wish I could have seen it" Beldaran sighed
Harry came to a decision "we can look at it in the Pensieve if you would like or maybe I can feed the memory to you." Harry said thoughtfully "I want to share this with you."
She knew they could see it in the Pensieve but it would lose some of what harry wanted to share "Share it with me"
Harry looked into her eye brought couple the memory to the front of his mind suddenly they were in the memory looking at a slightly older couple she looked gorgeous and Harry's hair was tamed he looked very handsome but what did it for her was the view of the Vale and all the children.
Coming out of the memory she turned to the southwest "It is on that mountain and I want to see the view" she said the fire in her eyes returning "Please."
Authors note: Today was a rough day for me my baby sister died last night in her sleep. I have been kind of blech all day. I came back to her house after my vacation because I stay with her and her family while I am working so I am lucky in that I was able to spend a wonderful day with her yesterday before my shift at the hospital. If you have a family friend you have not spoken to in a while. Take the time, reach out, see or speak to them. Life is far too short.
That being said the next chapter of force and magic is currently with my lovely wife. And should be done sometime in the next week.