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Chapter: 8181 changes and body strangthening

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Harry's POV

After Harry left Greengrass's house he went back to his apartment, where he started preparing for the next year.

After all, not only there was just one month left until the next school year, two days ago Sirius black escaped Azkaban! Which meant, if the plot of canon was right, Lupin would be the DADA Professor.

Now, Harry had enough problems with canon Lupin, a man who never checked on the son of two of his best friends. A man who would rather believe the news that told him another one of his best friends betrayed them all than to check it himself. A man who abandons his pregnant wife just cause he is scared his son would be like him.

Yes, Harry didn't like canon Lupin, but the biggest problem is that this world isn't like the books, it might share similarities, it might have the same 'plot lines' or destiny, but the people he met, or more precisely, interacted with are not the same, the only thing he hasn't managed to figure out is whether or not it is because he changed them or not.

Think about it, if everything Dumbledore said to canon Harry in the books are true then it was destiny that a boy would survive Voldemort's attack, but as there were twins, it couldn't work with the sacrifices of Lily, which is why destiny chose instead to protect ether me or Marcus in another way.

Hermione shouldn't have had friend until Halloween, by having them she grew too much confident and believe she can do no wrong.

Neville shouldn't have true friends nor any confidence, but he should have a sense of right and wrong.

By making him and Hermione best friends, Neville got happiness but lost his sense of justice.

Now, it sounds like everything he changed turned worse, but it isn't true.

Luna isn't bullied and have friends, Malfoy doesn't control Slytherin and the twins pranks advanced so much that their prank candies are already made- 1.5 years in advance!

The point is that this isn't canon, which, when Harry understood it by the end of the last school year, brought some basic knowledge he had into question.

Is Sirius truly an agent of the dark?

Who is the biggest threat? Voldemort or Dumbledore?

Are the Horcruxes in the same place they used to be?

It didn't take him long to understand that the first question would be answered next year, and that until it does, he won't go near the dog animagus.

The second question can't be answered nor does it important, after all, as long as Harry let the plot work itself Dumbledore's death is a sure thing, so he just need to make sure the next few years continues as close as possible to the plot and only change unimportant things while he prepare himself to finish Voldemort off and get revenge for the death of his parents. This was one of the reasons he put the Fidelius Charm on his magical power, as without enough magical power no one would take him seriously.

As for the last question, the diary is destroyed, the tiara is in the room of lost things and the one other thing he can Check on is the ring- something that is supposed to be able to kill Dumbledore, there is no way he goes any closer to it!

As Harry can't do anything about all of the above questions right now, Harry could only put them in the back of his mind and focus on what he can change.

For the last month, while traveling the world, Harry has eaten only basilisk meat, fruits and vegetables, and while the affects on his magical power's growth were minimal, the physical affects can be seen.

Not only is he 182 sm. tall, his figure is even better and his muscles are filled explosive power.

He knew that he was closer then ever to the next level in his body, in fact he would have been already there he if he only managed to figure out one thing:

what is the next level?

After getting the goblins to create an extremely expensive lesson about the body, where he only studied books they had about the levels of the body.

After compiling all the knowledge they gave him and what he understood before, Harry finally had understanding about the three first levels of body strengthening.

The first level is a level of regular people, you can get to the pick of it by ether working hard or by infusing magic into your body.

While being in the pick of the first level doesn't grand you more strength then what regular people can accomplish, it gives you healthy life and foundations to grow with.

The second level is maximizing the foundations, by infusing a lot more magic into your body while working hard, your body reach to an extreme.

It is possible to reach the middle or even the latter of this level without magic but it is much harder.

Most wizards are stuck on the first level while only elites are in the second one most wizards are stuck in as while they are putting magic into their bodies they aren't willing to work hard.

The problem with this level is that it is extremely easy to grow unbalanced foundations, where you have strength but not speed or speed but no endurance, it is another problem most wizards strangle with, as they are usually focus on dueling which require spotted but not strength.

The third level is more personal.

It is a level that every person walked in a different way, a level where you leave behind the general strengthening and focus on your specialty.

Which brought the question- what kind of a person is he? The one who strengthen his body to become metal Or Diamond like while losing the ability to gain more speed?

The kind of person whose body specialize in destruction? Or the kind of person who specialize in creation?

Is he like the goblins and would take his body to the extreme? Or like the wizards that use the body only as a vessel?

It was like his body try making him choose a path, just like when you go to a university you are supposed to choose one subject to focus on.

Just like the magical world did when he was supposed to disconnect from the muggle world.

Harry wasn't willing! He knew the body has unlimited potential, and he wanted to be the one who walked on the road to unleash that potential as far as possible.

It was why Harry decided to start study the one thing he knew that might help him in the endeavor - the philosopher's stone

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Chapter: 8282 equipment

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Harry's POV

The two weeks after he decided to study the philosopher's stone were filled with traveling to Hogwarts and the Greengrass house.

It only took him 5 hours to determine he can't understand anything about the stone without expensive equipment and learning alchemy.

So he did the only natural thing, he went to the big thigh he knew of to hold it- which meant going to mr Greengrass and convince him to buy the equipment he needed.

Luckily, it was super easy

Flashback

"Hello mr. Greengrass."

"Oh please, call me Basitil, after all you are not only a friend of Daphne but a life saver of Astoria. Can I call you Harry?" Basitill said with a smile that felt like one a politician would use.

"Sure." Harry felt his face is trying to mimic the smile Basitill did unsuccessfully.

"You probably arrived to know the progress about the time turner," when Basitill said it his smile brightened "I'm happy to tell you I succeeded in convincing your professor to get you the time turner," his bright smile faltered "though, in return you would have to become the potion's professor helper for the year, as he needed an excuse for the reason for the time turner."

Hearing this, Harry's happy expression changed for a second before returning to a calm smile.

"This is Acceptable. Now that our deal is complete, I need you to buy the equipment I need to speed the work."

Basitill's smile couldn't have been sunnier.

"Of course, tell me what you need, spacial cauldrons? Rare ingridiants?"

Before knowing Basitill managed to get him a time turner, as the winged person in the deal, Harry was planing on telling him to just give him the money needed to buy the needed equipments, but now that he managed to bring the promised object back to the table they were back on sort of equal grounds.

"Actually, I thought to buy them my self, if you just give me enough money."

"No no, as much as I know you can manage to do it by yourself, not only getting unique equipment would be hard for you because you are a child, it would also be hard because of the fact you have been disinherited." While Basitill said it like that, Harry could see the man was just scared he would cheat him and ran away with the money.

"what I need right now are one Fujitsu Numerical Wind Tunnel or Intel Paragon XP/S 140," Harry started to state the needed equipment "an MRI machine, Sony DKC 5000, Toshiba MC200A and a Confocal Microscope."

Basitill looked confused, likely because he has never heard about any of those things.

"Why would you need a wind tunnel? And what are MRI and confocal microscopes? I don't know anything about any of the equipment you need!"

"This is why I planed to buy them by myself," Harry sigh, and continued "I will explain to you each one of the equipment and what am I going to use them for."

After a quick nod from Basitill he started.

"Lets start from the easiest to understand, the Sony DKC 5000, the MRI machine and the Toshiba MC200A are different kinds of cameras which I will use to create something similar to the DNA spell I used, only that one would be of Astoria's body."

Basitill interrupted by asking a question.

"And why do you need all of those? Can't you create a spell like before?"

"It's not as simple as that. Your DNA is found in every little part of your body, so my spell just need to hit a part of you and I can get your DNA as a hologram.

But the body is much more complicated then that, think about it, while healer have General healing spells, most of the serious problems need specific advance spells and potions to be cured.

Not only that, but healing is the one job that keep creating new magical things in a world that hasn't grew by much."

Harry could see a frown grow on the face of Basitill, reminding himself to stay away from the subject of lack of progress he continued.

"The body is one of the most complicated creations, and to create a spell like the basis charm I created for the entirety of it is impossible to do in a short time, it will take me at least two years even with the time turner."

Harry could see how at the thought of wasting two years made Basitill grimes.

"And why do you need to create a copy of the body?"

"Think about it this way, if I find a theoretical cure, would you rather I try it on your daughter's actual body?"

"I will buy them," Basill hurriedly said "let's move along for the next equipment."

"Confocal microscopes are the other easy to understand equipment." Harry said "this equipment will let me study the DNA better and"

"Say no more," Basitill interrupted "it will be bought."

"The next equipment is ether the Fujitsu Numerical Wind Tunnel or Intel Paragon XP/S 140, both of them will have multiple uses, they can be used to help in studying, there for letting me have more time to work on the cure, they can also help in creation of spells, but it's main job would be to unite all the pictures the cameras do to actually create the copy of the body and to put the cure in it to make sure it is working."

"You would have it, next."

Harry could see that Basitill truly loved his daughters as he never once asked for prices, nor did he care those are devices and knowledge was acquired from muggles, both are things that truly made him appreciate the man.

"Sooo... Do you want me to buy them? It would be easier as I know how to deal with the muggle world."

"Wait! Those all are muggle devices?! Why would you use things muggle made when you can use magical objects?"

Harry would have bust out laughing if he was not worried the man would deny him of the equipment, as while it was possible to continue the research without any of it, not only would it be more difficult, it would also take more time he wasn't to use for different things. Not to mention he need those things to reach as quickly as possible to the next level of body strengthening.

"Didn't Daphne told you? My entire way of research is based on muggle knowledge. After all, it's not about whether it's magical or not, it is about whether it is useful or not."

Harry could see the man wanting to disagree but wasn't willing to let him interrupt him.

"Just like how the first flying brooms were created from the devices muggle use to clean their home, I will improve the devices that muggles invented with magic! Don't think about this as using muggle devices, think of it as the basis to new magical devices!"

He could see the affect his partially bull*it words did on Basitill, it helped him let go of the little bit of resistance he had about using muggle knowledge and devices to save his daughter.

"Fine" came out of Basitill's mouth like a deep sigh "How much do you need?"

After telling the man the required money and convincing him not to strangle him because of it, Harry left the house with a smile and a heavy purse

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Chapter: 8383 Alchemy

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Harry's POV

It took Harry two days of talking to his university professors and their contacts to manage to get the cameras and order the MRI, super computer and microscope.

After doing that he switched his focus to two things- alchemy and programming, and while he was just a beginner in alchemy, and was walking on the basics, his programming was going great.

It took him 5 days to finish creating the basic artificial intelligence he worked on for the last year, and while it can't be considered a genuine artificial intelligence as it can't self improve itself, and can only work with the setter parameters it have, but Harry felt that it might need a little bit of magic for the final push.

Right now it can only be used for mathematical calculations but Harry was planing on giving it knowledge about arithmancy and have it create the spells Harry wanted to help him waist less time.

But that would be later, when exactly?

After he create a program that combine all photographs, whether it is regular, videos or MRI, with biological knowledge and a little bit of magic to create a virtual body that can interact with the changes Harry does in the DNA hologram, just like he told Basitill.

September 1st 1993

It took him two weeks, where he read all the books that Hogwarts had to offer about alchemy and the little bit of exotic alchemy books the Greengrass gathered in Basitill's search for a cure, but he finally had basic understanding of alchemy, and it made him both happy and sad.

Alchemy can be divided into two ways, western and eastern, and as of right now his understanding is only of western alchemy as he only had three books about eastern alchemy that made it look like potions to him.

All the western alchemy books keep talking about two ways of seeing the world - the four elements- air, water, fire, earth, or as states of water.

This was the thing he was stuck on, after all he knew the best out of all wizards that both theories - of the four elements and of the entire world is water are wrong, as it was proven that the world is made of atoms, so how could those two be true?

It was only the day before, when he was focusing on his daily magic infusions into his ice barrier occlumency, that an epiphany hit him, helping him figuring out an explanation.

When the books explained about the four elements or the states of water they weren't talking about the world at all, but about magical energy!

magical energy has levels, just like the body, and when you get to the peak of one, the next level is a change of states in it.

First of all there is air/vapor- the magical energy in that state is enough for regular spells, just like the ones you learn at Hgwarts but can't be used for more.

It is a state where it is super easy to control the energy with your wand or other magical conducts as the magic keep on going where ever it can, and when the pressure is enough it can burst with accidental magic.

When there is enough magic in the body, the magical energy changes into it second state- water/liquid water state. This state is enough, as far as Harry can tell, for almost all spells.

It is a state that highly depends on your personality the moment you achieve it, if your personality is of heightened emotions- happiness, rage or desperation this state would be like a river, making it even easier to work with the magical conduct, but harder to use without.

If you are with a calm personality, it will become like a lake or sea, static and harder to point but easier to flood- which means that while the calm person's magic won't be as potent as the emotional person, he would have potential in wandless magic.

That's where it gets tricky, as powerful and talented people usually get to the second level no later then the age of 14, calmness is usually just a pipe dream, which means that the earlier you become a second level magical person, the harder it is to do wandless magic.

As for people with average talent, they usually get to the second level by the age of 17 and have a chance in wandless magic, but as they are stuck with the idea it is impossible, they don't try.

The reason why Harry managed to get a lake like liquid energy is because of his curse about being born with an a.d.u.l.t mind, this was what made him happy, as it meant he was for the first time lucky.

The next levels are yet to be understood by him as he didn't experienced them, he only knew that the next is fire/boiled water- where you can start see the future, rituals and so, and the one after that is earth/ice.

and while Harry believed there were levels after that, he didn't know what they were.

The thing that made him sad is that it explained what is the philosopher's stone and the 'Elixir of life', even if it didn't explain what it did to a person's body to let him live longer then should be possible- Yes longer, not forever.

The stone is in fact magical energy in its solid state, most likely one that wasn't taken out of a person's body, as for the 'Elixir of life'? Changing of the solid state to liquid one, just like how the magic inside your body can let you live longer by slowing your aging the moment you reach the ideal state, and the more magically powerful you are the longer you live, by drinking an external magic you slow it even more.

Harry believed the reason you slow aging is that magic fix as much of the damaged DNA a person has as possible and maybe even mutating certain stands of DNA to expend the life span.

This explanation make it all easier to understand, why the Flamels look so old, even if they drank the Elixir of life? - because it only slowed aging not stopped it.

How does the stone change lead to gold? - Transfiguration with anchoring it to the magic of the stone.

Why were the Flamels willing to give up the stone? - they reached the end of their life span anyway.

Why did Voldemort went after the stone? - with so much pure magic even a dumb first year could think of ways to get Voldemort another body.

As much interesting as it is, it won't help him in his search for the right body for him- which means he can only think of a different approach.

As Harry went on the train he thought about the biggest question:

How did the Flamels get the stone? And how did it last that long?

The only explanation Harry could think of at the moment was talking a powerful magical person's magical energy out of them, and adding the magical energy of other magical being into it when ever it weakend, which means the Flamels were probably one of the few, and maybe the only dark wizards who managed to fulfill their ambition.

As Harry thought of this, and how Dumbledore was their apprentice, he couldn't help but shiver

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Chapter: 8484 train ride

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Luna's POV

Luna's summer was fun, yet boring.

It was fun, as she went to a trip in Amsterdam with her father in search of moon frogs, and while it was fun, she missed the soul stirring conversations she and Harry had, she missed learning to him talk about science and having someone give her different approaches to go to in her search of knowledge and magical creatures, but most of all, she missed the one person who took her ideas seriously.

She remembered, in one of their conversations in the beginning of the year, just after another failed try to befriend her yearmates, she asked him why does he waste time talking to her? After all, not only he is super busy and a second year, she is also weird. Harry looked at her deeply, and for a second she feared she was going to lose him, her first friend in school! Closing her eyes to prevent the tears from falling, she didn't notice his hand reaching her till he flicked her forehead saying "Stupid! Wasting time with you? Who is wasting time? Why wouldn't I want spend time with you? you are also the only student in this school with a mind!"

She shook her head with tears starting to fall, knowing it wasn't true, after all, there are all the Ravenclaws, and everyone in her year heard about Hermione Granger.

As if he knew what she was thinking about he said "I wasn't talking about ability to retain knowledge or grades, I'm not even talking about your impressive abilities in understanding people's thoughts and feelings. I'm talking about your mind - your ability to accept that magic isn't omniscient, that there are things we are not yet understand and your search for answers.

You are not weird, you are unique, and even if you weren't, you are my friend."

He was the third person who treated her that way, and the only one who wasn't her parent.

It was only after that conversation that she truly opened up to his unconventional ideas about the animals her father's newspaper was trying to find, of them was the moon frogs, and the reason she didn't want to spend her summer searching for moon frogs in Amsterdam, as they weren't there.

she tried convincing her dad that there wasn't any moon frogs in Amsterdam, as they are on the moon, and that instead they should steal one of the machines the book Harry wrote called Rockets or spaceflights and travel to the moon to search them, but he only laugh and rubbed her head while talking about the impossibility of anyone to go to the moon.

So while the travel was fun, knowing you search for something that was elsewhere was dreadful.

While there, she started to wonder - was that what Harry talked about when they had the conversation about the lack of imagination wizards had? She thought he talked about their unwillingness to admit there are anything magical that still hasn't been discovered, and their lack of knowledge about the muggle world, but could it be he was talking about their unwillingness to open their mind?

She used to think her father was the most open minded person, but could it be he was just a different species of the same kind? That just like most wizards he in close minded but that his kind is just seem to be open?

She might have to admit she was wrong- the greatest curse magical people have, might truly be the International Statute of Secrecy.

September 1st 1993

Luna reaches the train 30 minutes before the time, and couldn't wait another second before starting to search for the compartment that was hidden in a notice me not charm, the one show was sure Harry was in.

It took her 10 minutes to find it, and she walked in to see Harry was in the middle of a reading a book.

His aura became much more powerful and purple, and the weird look of the aura trying to hide itself that started by the end of last year was still there, she really wanted to ask what was that about, but it meant that she need to explain her ability, and she wasn't ready.

"Harry!" She yelled in true joy, even if it was hiding curiosity.

"Hey Luna." He hugged her "How was your summer?"

"It was fun, I went to Amsterdam with my dad to search for moon frogs even though..." Luna told Harry about her summer excited to talk to her best friend again until the train started moving, only then remembering to ask him about his summer.

"And how was yours?" Sheepishly was the only way way to describe her tone of voice.

"Well, I spent the first month working on the most boring things in one of my projects, and then I used the other to learn alchemy."

"What? That's all? That won't do! Next summer you have to do something exciting!" While she knew her friend loved learning, she feared that by doing only that he would miss the beautiful parts of life.

Chuckling he said "How about for the next summer we would go for an adventure together?"

"Yes! Let's do it!"

After that they spent the next few hours talking about all the places they wanted to go and see, muggle and magical.

They were in the middle of a talk about how could the ancient buildings that were built by magic survive until today, when the train stopped.

Luna could feel something was wrong, as not only did the train became much colder, but She could also see auras coming through the door and going to the window before disappearing.

Memories of her mother's death flashed through her head, making it seem like it was that day again.

"Harry..." She whispered, with tears leaking, unable to say it louder. "Help me."

Suddenly a bright light came from the side and the feeling and memories disappeared.

Looking, to Harry's location, she saw a beautiful thestral, looking similar to the ones the school had, only entirely silver, radiating aura of happiness.

She didn't know why, as their auras were completely different, and they were both there, but as the room became darker and she lost conscious, she couldn't help but think the silver thestral felt exactly like Harry

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Chapter: 8585 dementors and a new song

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Harry's POV

You think you are ready, that you are prepared, that if you know about them before, if you faced your demons, their influence in you would be minimal.

You can't be more wrong!

The feeling that being next to a dementor raise inside of you is hard to describe, it is not sadness that you feel although you might think it is, nor do you feel unhappiness, no matter how close to it might feel. No, it is much, much worse.

The best way to describe it is a combination of depression and desperation.

While feeling that overwhelming nothingness as they suck your emotions, you feel the need for help without being offered, nor can you ask for help and you also feel the need to make it disappear, no matter what.

If Harry was to think of a time in a person's life in which he can feel this way without being near that foul creature, it is before he commit suicide.

The only reason Harry could think of, as to why there aren't any suicide cases in Azkaban is that in addition to that, you also have to relive your worst moments, moments you usually aren't able to fully remember, so they overwhelm you and cause more emotions, which the dementors then suck again, restarting the circle.

Well, that wasn't a problem for Harry, as he fully remembered everything about this life.

The years inside the cupboard, his parants corpses and the betrayals, he remembered everything.

So instead, Harry only felt the overwhelming need to kill himself, as he couldn't see a point to his life, if being completely honest, what did he have in them? Only learning and revenge.

As he made up his mind to finish his life, he suddenly heard "Harry... Help me" the almost unheard whisper felt like a lightning strike in Harry's mind as the memories the dementors suppressed erupt.

The memories of afternoons full of conversations and laughter, of warm hugs whenever she was feeling happy, and of the necklace she made him with all his heart, the one he was wearing since the moment he got it.

'Protect her!' he yelled in his mind while pouring the warm and fuzzy feelings that came up from the memories into his magic, too far gone to care he didn't say the words the spell need as he shoved the magic outside, letting it change to the thestral guardian he almost forgot about, banishing the dementors away.

As they went away and the feelings of helplessness gone with them, he saw Luna in the flow passed out.

Checking her vitals with muggle techniques, he cursed under his breath the fact he didn't study any spells nor investigated the side affects of exposure to dementors, as while she appeared to be fine, if only extremely exhausted, he wasn't sure if there wasn't any magical side affects.

"Dobby!" He called, and a second later the house elf popped into the train.

"Yes Harry?"

"You can pop into Hogwarts, right?" He asked hurriedly

"Dobby can!" Dobby nodded his head excitedly.

"Good, I need you to pop Luna into the hospital wing, and than, even if madam Poppy isn't there, get her to check Luna."

"Dobby do that." Dobby said and held Luna, before disappearing.

It was only then that Harry sighed in relief, letting the turmoil of emotions, emotions of happiness, sadness, anger, and all the other kinds that returned when the dementors left, emotions that were being held behind his Occlumency shields as he checked on Luna, out. As he felt like he is seeing again after losing his vision he couldn't help but exclaim about the colors and symphonies the emotions gave him, understanding why people might lose their consciousness because of them, as there was only two ways to describe the phenomenon, and although they are somewhat contradicting, the phenomenon is both of them- it was beautiful and horrifying.

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Hogwarts

Harry's POV

Harry spent the next few hours resting and eating chocolate, trying to get some of the energy the dementors seem to suck back into his bones.

The reason chocolate helped, Harry believed, is that it caused the release of endorphins that produce the feelings of happiness, so it sort of fill the amount of happiness that is being sucked from you. So while you are still drained magically, the hormonal imbalance the dementors cause is solved.

It also explain why Occlumency doesn't work on them, as it doesn't attack your mind, which is defended, but cause natural chaos in the balance of hormones in your brain.

As Harry sat in the grand hall, the first year students came in and the sorting hat started singing,

This is the time in which you stand and listen

To an old hat's song and recollection

Sorting, I did it for a 1000 years

Sat on famous wizards heads

Now is the turn of you

To get chosen instead

Four houses, millions of wizards

How did I choose?

Well I go after the criterions the founders let loose

Rowenda chose first,

said she wanted children with brain like water,

to them study and knowledge is all they want to gain.

Salazar second, wanted those with mind like stone- unshakeable in its beliefs and ambition to reach the moon

Helga third, wanted those with hearts of gold,

loyal, hard workers and easy to mold.

The last was Godrick, who wanted those with balls of steel,

Those that will fight even uphill

So put me on your head, as it's time to be sorted, and only then will you be fed.

'I wander where Astoria will be' Harry wondered as the sorting began

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Chapter: 8686 Sh t and Yay

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Harry's POV

After the sorting was done- Astoria is Slytherin Yay (cause it is easier to do tests), and everyone was about to finish eating, and move to desert, Harry decided to take off to see Luna, as he did everything he wanted to do.

1) listened to the sorting hat's new song- after last year he was a fan

2) made sure Lupin is the new Defense teacher- he is

3) eaten- as he was starving

The only thing that confused him is the absence of Professor Snape, but he assumed the potion's professor might be helping madam Poppy with all the students the Dementors affected extremely badly.

Just as he was about to leave his chair, the doors of the grand hall opened with a bang.

'I swear, the only reason they close those doors are for grand entrance'

From it came three out of his top five of least favorite people, the Potter family.

'What the f*ck are they doing here?'

At this point Dumbledore rouse from his chair.

"I'm sorry to interrupt while you are eating, but if I may have a moment of your attention" the headmaster said merrily, even though Harry saw some of the students didn't listen and continued to eat (*cough Ron cough*), but the food just disappeared from the tables.

"I would like to present to you, before the desserts, our new teachers- In the care of magical creatures, I'm happy to announce Hagrid will become the new Professor."

The clapping was slow and only some of the students clapped, probably because, even though Hagrid is a nice person, he wasn't the best person to become a teacher, as he isn't the smartest, nor does he know how to teach regular students - he is better off teaching gifted students who love animals- like Luna. "As for the Defence position," Dumbledore continued "let me introduce to you - Remus Lupin."

Again, the clapping wasn't much.

This time, probably because of the unkept look he had, and the last two years of terrible defense teachers.

"Thirdly, for the muggle studies class, I'm thrilled to tell you that for the first time since 1746, we once again have a muggleborn teach this class. Please welcome Lili Potter nè Evens."

This time he saw most of the school clapping as hard as possible, except for some of the more idiotic Slytherin, those who have not even one cunning bone in their body.

"Lastly, as you know, the criminal Sirius Black escaped Azkaban, and while the ministry decided to send the Dementors to protect us, we also got human defender, please welcome Lord James Potter, who will stay this year in Hogwarts for as long as we have need for him."

This time the clapping was the loudest, as the entire school went crazy, the racist pure bloods happy the defender is from a 'pure noble house', the racist muggleborn are happy it is someone who married one of theirs, and those who didn't care about blood were happy there is someone other then soul sucking demons defending them.

The only one who was seething was Harry, as having both Remus, who he never liked in the books, and the Potter couple, whose light he wished to see leave from their eyes, wasn't an option he thought about before.

Letting the clapping die down on its own, Dumbledore then told them about the regular rules and to keep away from the dementors before letting the desserts come up.

Harry quietly rouse from the chair and left the grand hall in the bathroom direction, as to not get any attention, having no wish whatsoever to talk to anyone right now except Luna.

As he left the grand hall and went in the direction of the hospital wing, one of the few people who wasn't in the hall walked toward him.

"Mister Peverell, what a lucky coincident." Professor Snape called "Just the boy I was looking for."

"Hello professor, How was your summer?" He asked politely

"Would have been better if I didn't have to work on all the needed forms for you." The crooked nose man snarked.

Harry immediately understood why the professor was looking for him, he was about to give him the time turner.

Walking quietly, as to not anger the one who was about to give him one of the most incredible devices created by magical people, they quickly reached Snape's office.

"Have a sit." The professor said

"What I'm about to give you is something that I promised never to give to one of my Students without them know the dangers, and even then, never for an idiotic reason like being able to be in more classes." He then took out of his pocket a metal box and opened it, showing Harry the Time Turner, it looked like a tiny, golden hourglass, but Harry could almost feel its incredibility.

"This is a Time Turner, as I know you grew up with muggles, you can think of it as a time machine." The Slytherin head of house waited for a big exchange that never came, confirming his hypothesis about the boy being aware about the magical artifact before the conversation

"Now, I can only give this to you as not only we didn't give it to anyone else this year, but I also said you are going to be my helper."

The first sentence made Harry almost jump in joy, as it meant he was right and the polyjuice incident last year prevented three chances for the Gryffindor bookworm from having the chance to experience time travel.

The second part made him weary.

"What exactly would I need to do as your helper?"

"You would get every day a later about the exact minutes I needed some one to put ingredients and swirl the potion I'm working about, to do that, as the potion is extremely delicate, you would also have to learn everything there is to know about the potion."

"That's it?" Harry was surprised, as he assumed it was more in the direction of drinking experimental potions.

"No."

'Of course not, if it was he would just have a couple of sixth years do it for extra credit, it's not like he know I have studied potions to master level.'

"You will also have to sit with me every Saturday and tell me about the progress you did in creating the cure for the blood curse, after all, Basitill asked me to keep him updated about your progress."

That made Harry raise his right eyebrow, as he could tell the man was lying, and if you can tell a spy is lying it means he doesn't even try to hide it.

"I agree" he said reaching for the Time Turner.

"I'm not finished, now I will tell you about the dangers of traveling back in time."

Harry could guess them, but instead of saying it, he let the man continue

"Traveling back in time have dangers you can't imagine, first of all, if you accidentally do something to your past self, or do something that would cause your past self to somehow not to travel back like it was supposed to do, you will make the world n be stuck in an endless loop, dooming us all.

Secondly, even if you avoided destroying the time line, the hours you spend in the past are continuing your growth, thus making you older then you are, and eventually, shortening your life span."

Harry wasn't really fearing any of those possibilities, as while the first fear was somewhat justified, if regular wizards, who has as much sense as a five year old who ate a metric ton worth of candies, can keep the time line safe, he was sure he can.

As for the second fear, not only does magic makes you live longer and the more powerful you are, the longer you might live, he also has in his possession the philosopher's stone that grants a person more years to live.

And even if he didn't have all of that, he isn't really losing one or two years in the future, as he will still live them, just in the past.

"I understand." He said reaching to the box, this time the professor doesn't stop him and just sigh.

"I hope you do."

After that, they left the office, Snape to give the first year's Slytherin his monologue, and Harry to finally visit Luna

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Harry's POV

While Harry went to the hospital he opened the box.

Looking closer at the 'Time Turner' he saw the tiny hourglass wasn't truly golden, in fact the golden color came from tiny writing he assumed were runes.

Knowing he has enough time to study it later, and that if he takes too much time to get to the hospital wing, madam poppy wouldn't let him see his friend, Harry put the 'Time Turner' back in the box and quickened his steps.

As he arrived, he saw two things-

1) There were more patients then he expected, something he should have realized, as even though the books made it seem like only Harry was seriously affected by the joy-sucking demons, in the real world, especially in a school where most of the children lived in wartime, there has to be more then just him and Luna that were affected enough to need more then just chocolate to get better.

2) Luna wasn't here. Searching for hours friend wasn't hard, as while there were more then thirty students in the hospital wing, most of them were laying on the bed, looking like they are still waiting for the matron to come see them, while the rest were either eating or getting ready to leave.

After seeing that Luna isn't there, and madam Poppy is busy with a patient, Harry took a few seconds to figure out where could she be. Before wanting to hit his head- of course she isn't there, she were the first patient of the year, she was probably already in her room resting.

Leaving the hospital wing, Harry decided he would talk to her tomorrow and went to bed, no before doing his daily magic strengthening of his 'Ice Occlumency' and seeing the ice that crashed the soul of TMR, seeing the shaking of the ice died down almost entirely his last thought before Morpheus's realm took him was 'I really need to see what happened to it eventually'

Luna's POV

As Luna woke up the first thing that she noticed was the lack of cold, something she didn't understood until she remembered the situation in which she passed out.

'Dementors, Harry, thestral?' While she remembered the situation it was kind of foggy, but it was enough to make her jump from listing to standing in a second and yell "Harry".

"Calm down, Ms Lovegood." A woman's voice came from behind her. Turning quickly, she saw her school's healer- madam Poppy, was standing there with a potion in hand.

Suddenly, she understood where she was, it was the hospital wing of Hogwarts.

"Hello Madam Poppy." She said back in her usual tone of uncaring lightness, a tone she used with people she had no respect to.

Yes, Luna had zero respect for the matron, as even though she was only the school's healer, she was also one of the people who let bulling become a serious problem in this place.

She noticed it in her third day at school, after finding Colin, a Gryffindor muggleborn year mate, with his books and camera on the floor, hair changed to green color, and his tongue the size of a watermelon, crying as he tried organizing his things.

After five minutes of helping him organize his things, she took him to the hospital wing, where madam Poppy quickly fixed him and tried to send him away.

"Aren't you going to ask who did it?" Luna asked, thinking the matron probably forgot.

"It was just an innocent joke," was the answer the healer gave her "no one was seriously harmed, nor is there any way to prove it was the ones mr. Creevey says attacked him."

Luna knew it was a lie, as a journalist's daughter she could think of more then five ways to get the truth.

Yet telling that to the matron did no help.

"Even if you are right, it isn't my job to prevent the injuries of the school's kids, just to heal the consequences, the only thing to do is talk with professor McGonagle."

While most people would think it was logical, Luna could see how the wrackspurt on her head behave, she didn't truly care about the students, nor was she about to actually talk to the deputy headmistress, as she really enjoyed the so called 'jokes'.

This was why she would never respect the woman.

"Ms Lovegood, May I ask how did you came here, as the train isn't about to come for the next hour, and why were you under the affects of being near a dementor? You are lucky one of the house elves found you here and called me, otherwise I wouldn't have come here until after the opening feast."

"I have no idea how I came here." Luna decided to answer as truthful as possible. "One second I was in the train, talking with my friend, when it suddenly became cold and the train stopped, I could see frost on the windows and it felt like I would never be happy again."

She could see that while the matron's face looked sympathetic, true feelings were of indifference. Deciding against telling her about the memories of her mother's death and about the silver thestral, the one that felt like Harry.

"It was then that everything went black, and I woke up here. Now, was Harry Peverel with me?"

"You are the only one who were in the hospital wing when I was called."

It was then that she gave Luna the potion, which Luna identified as Pepper up to swallow.

"Setting dementors around a school," muttering, she felt Luna's forehead, though why didn't she used a basic illness identification spell, Luna couldn't tell. "You won't be the last one who collapses. Yes, Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate..."

At that point Luna blocked whatever the healer was saying, as the joy the wrackspurt showed she felt about having dementors at school was too much for Luna to stay calm while listening for the fake pity.

She knew there were two things she needed to do as quick as possible.

1) Get the hell out of the hospital wing.

2) get Harry to teach her the spell he used, as she wasn't willing to get close to that woman if she didn't have to

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It was breakfast the next time Harry saw Luna, and if he wasn't controlling his strength, her ribs would have been crushed from the hug he gave her.

After which they sat down, eating while chatting, waiting for the other person to breach the subject that both of them wanted to talk about.

In the end, as much patient as she had, Luna was the first to crack.

"Are we going to talk about it or not?"

"About what?" Harry said, trying to make it sound like he has no idea what she was talking about.

"About how I reached Hogwarts? Or, how about the fact that you managed to do a patronus?"

Harry's eyes grew a little heating the second part, while he knew she would ask about her sudden appearance in Hogwarts, he never expected her to remember about his patronus, after all, this is a powerful magic that demands strong magical energy, so it is supposed to be covered by the Fidelius.

"How did you... never mind." He said, knowing that talking about it in the grand hall would just increase the possibility someone else would find out, especially as he now knew the Fidelius Charm didn't work right.

"Can we talk about it later today in the ROR?"

After a second of looking directly in his eyes, Luna nodded, making Harry letting out a small sigh of relief.

For the rest of the meal, until their schedules arrived, Harry and Luna talked about their expectations of them selfs for the year.

As the first class was electives it was all the four houses in every class, except the one Harry went to, as non of the other Slytherin would go to Divination, nor would most of the Ravenclaws.

So while most hard working students would curse their past selfs about their choise to take Divination, Harry would never do it, why? Because he knows in fifth year he would have the chance to learns from one of the few Divination's masters alive, and certainly the only one who is willing to teach Humans, Firenze- as by the end of fifth year he was sure to reach the third transformation of magical energy, he was willing to use the lesson in the next two years to learn his muggle subjects and see if he can find Scientific explanation to the future seeing miracles.

For the next two hours, while listening to the professor predicting deaths and explaining all wrong how the shapes of the tea leaves show the future, Harry was reading his books on quantum physics, while wondering to himself how did the knowledge about interpreting the future from man made objects, a skill that is basic in the divination studies that Anastasia said is the first skill you need to learn after reaching the necessary requirements, was twisted to such extent.

There are three levels in divination according to the knowledge he found so far.

The first is interpreting the future from man made objects, in this state you cannot watch your own future, nor can you know the world's future, but predicting a person's future? Possible. At the point you managed to succeed in that you are considered as a devinist.

The second level is predicting the state of the world, from the clouds, stars, trees and rocks, by predicting the future from nature you are able to foresee the trans of the world. When you are at that stage, you can consider yourself a divination master. It is also the state in which the ability is being able to be passed to your descendants with small or big rituals, so they can do minor predictions based on objects and stars.

The third level, which Harry couldn't understand the meaning of, is abandoning the nature and objects, to interpret your magic and let magic interpret you, creating unshakable prophecies, at this point you are called a prophet or oracle, and it is a point in which Divination magic becomes part of yourself, and even without any ritual your descendants will inherit this power.

The problem is that in both the rituals and the magical inheritance of prophets/oracles, you only have 50% chance to inherit the ability, which make it interesting to see if the reason why it was possible all the Centaurs has the ability is that both their parents have the sight.

Anyhow, as soon as the lesson was finished, Harry left the class and went to the ROR, where he traveled two hours backward and did his magical control and energy exhaustion training for an hour before working on his new computer program for another before having His second meal, which Dobby brought, and going to his second class - herbiology.

traveling in time two hours after that lesson, learning more about runes and healing spells before having his third meal, this time in the grand hall with Luna.

And finally came the legendary first care of magical creatures lesson, the lesson in which Malfoy get scratched, the lesson that will make Hagrid lose his confidence, and Harry was planing on changing it.

Not because he cared about Malfoy, nor about Hagrid. Hell, he didn't even care about Buckbick the hippogriff.

No, what he cared about was the teaching of the half-giant not becoming shitty, as he won't let Luna's favorite subject be destroyed by an idiotic blond Slytherin, and the self-doubt of of a professor, more then Hogwarts's own headmaster did by hiring Hagrid as the teacher instead of someone who truly understand the subject- someone like Newt Scamander.

Seriously, if you are friends with the number one authority in the world on the subject of magical creatures, one who published the basic book people learn from about the subject, why would you hire someone whose only expertise is the magical creatures of the forbidden forest? Even if the number one authority doesn't want to teach, he must know more qualified people than someone who two years prior locked a Cerberus in a room for a year!

There are only four options as to why do it.

1) After seeing how magical creatures helped defeat Grindelwald, Dumbledore is truly afraid of people having this kind of knowledge. So by making someone who is incompetent in teaching, teach it. He makes people uninterested.

2) Newt Scamander is dead and Dumbledore doesn't know about any other competent expert on the subject who is willing to teach it.

3) Dumbledore is a fool who sees only the best in people.

4) The subject isn't one Dumbledore place much importance on, and letting Hagrid teach it gives Dumbledore a loyal man who is willing to die for him, no matter what.

And as much as Harry would have liked it to be the third, or even the second, he wasn't native. As the most famous wizard alive, the one who finished the grand war, who led the resistance against the death eaters, and the teacher and headmaster of more the three generations, he can't be a fool, nor can he be unknowing if anyone who is capable and willing to teach.

And if he had to choose between believing the first speculation and the forth, Harry was gravitating to the latter one, which means, if its true, that Dumbledore is the greatest chess pieces creator in the game of world domination, as while Grindelwald might have been stronger, while Voldemort pushed the boundaries of morality farther, and while Harry could become much better wizard, Dumbledore will always be the person who can convince people is willing to die for.

Not that Harry wanted people to die for him, it is just that having someone like that as an opponent is extremely scary.

With those morbid thoughts, Harry finally started listening to the lesson

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"You have got to stoke them." Harry heard when started to listen, seeing the shock appointing in the students's faces as they watched Hagrid petting the monstrous book like a dog was extremely funny, especially when he had no problem with the book, having cannon knowledge is extremely helpful in the small things.

"Oh, how silly we've all been!" Malfoy sneered. "We should have stroked them! why didn't we guess!"

"I -- I thought they were funny," Hagrid said "look, even your friend there is sniggering." He continued pointing at Harry.

"Oh, tremendously funny!" said Malfoy. "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off! As for Peverel," he sneered, and Harry has to admit, he was a great at sneering. "You can't judge how funny things are from someone who don't have any social interactions, nor have any friends except Luny Lovegood."

Harry was now mad.

If you make jokes on his expense, he won't care.

Nor would he care if you bully him, he would just retaliate in the same manner.

But the two taboo subjects that no one can joke about are are his parents and Luna.

Making sure to show he wasn't holding a wand, by holding the book with both of them and making it look like he is going to smack Malloy with it, Harry casted an overpowered levitation charm on Draco's back side of underwear, creating an overpowered Wedgy.

"Ahhhh" Malfoy screamed as the underwear climbed higher then it should be possible, making everyone be shocked and laugh, Hagrid included, who only remembered after his laughter stopped to ask Hermione to cancel it.

After making sure the blond boy goes to madam Poppy, Hagrid went away for a few seconds, knowing the class will go smoothly from now on, Harry relaxed his vigilants, and waited for Hagrid who quickly returned with the hippogriffs.

While they looked weird, with the but the front legs, and heads of eagles yet with the back legs and body of a horse, Harry couldn't deny they had a unique beauty, a beauty similar to that of a thestral, as they looked like something which is both unnatural yet part of nature.

"Hippogriffs!" Hagrid roared happily, waving a hand at them. "Beautiful, aren't they?"

"So," said Hagrid, rubbing his hands together and beaming around, "who wants to come a bit nearer?"

Marcus and his friends took a step closer, though they looked a bit green.

"Now, first thing you have got to know about hippogriffs is that they're proud," said Hagrid. "Easily offended. Don't ever insult one, because it might be the last thing you would do."

Harry felt it was right about everything in the world, unless you are willing to make an enemy out of someone, human or otherwise, never insult them.

Hagrid continued explaining about the hippogriffs before saying "who wants ter go first?"

While most of the class took a step back, Marcus didn't, making Hagrid gave him a little push in Buckbeak's direction.

"Easy now, Marcus," said Hagrid quietly. "You have eye contact, now try not to blink... Hippogriffs don't trust you if you blink too much..."

"That's it," said Hagrid. "That'ss it, Marcus... now, bow."

Marcus gave a short bow and then looked up.

The hippogriff was still staring haughtily at him. It didn't move.

"Ah," said Hagrid, sounding worried. "Right -- back away, now, Marcus."

Harry felt like he was watching a movie for the second time, as he already knew what's going to happen, so while he seemed to be focused on the class, since the moment Marcus neared the hippogriff, Harry was working on his code in his mind.

So imagine his surprise when instead of bowing back, like the hippogriff was supposed to do, a sharp talon slashed toward the boy who lived, drawing blood from his left leg, as he jumped sideway to avoid it.

Making Harry curse while smiling.

Smiling, as he got the chance to see Marcus bleed- something is seriously wrong with him.

Curse, as he felt that if everything he did to stop this tiny plot device from happening didn't work, his plans to change the future is going to be much harder, while also now needing to step up to make sure the terrible Professor won't become the worst.

Hagrid's POV

Having the class scared of the class and two boys in the hospital wing wasn't the way Hagrid envisioned his first class going.

He thought this was his chance to change a few students lives, to show the students the magical animals which most of the wizarding world is scared from for no real reason are misunderstood, now instead he made sure there are another generation of animals haters.

Maybe he should tell Dumbledore he quits.

Sighing after letting the students have the rest of the class for themselves, Hagrid went back to his hut, planing on drowning his sorrows in his firewhiskey.

It wasn't until he reached the door that he noticed one of his students was still with him, and more importantly, it was the Slytherin student who got his joke, how did Malfoy called the boy? Pit.. pol...pot..per... Perevel that was the name.

"What do you want?" Even if the boy had great sense of humor, he was still a Slytherin, and Hagrid didn't trust any Slytherin, except Professor Snape, because Dumbledore trust him.

"Can I have a chance at meeting the hippogriffs?" The boy asked him, surprising Hagrid, even he would have been scared meeting the animals that almost ripped someone's leg off if he didn't know how gentle are the hippogiffs, but the boy was asking less then 10 minutes after seeing it happening to meet them?

"Aren't you scared of them?" Hagrid asked truly curious.

"Of course I'm scared, I'm scared of everything that has the possibility of hurting me, but that won't stop me from learning experiencing this unique experience."

The boy truly confused Hagrid, why would he want to get close to something he is scared from? The boy apparently saw his confusion, as he explained.

"Mishandling the plants in herbology can kill me, so does learning potions or flying, in fact, every magical subject has the potential of killing me, even history, though it's only from boredom." Hagrid snorted at that.

"If I wanted to stay safe, I would have stayed in the muggle world, I'm in the magical world and I want to meet the magnificent magical animals that it has to offer."

'A Slytherin third year who lives in the muggle world?'

It was the first time Hagrid recognized who the boy is, the twin of Marcus Potter, it was then that Hagrid relaxed, as even as a Slytherin, a Potter couldn't be evil.

"Come, let me introduce you to Buckbeak, and don't call me professor, call me Hagrid."

"I'm Harry."

A few hours later, after having a wonderful afternoon where he talked to Harry about hippogriffs, dragons and other magnificat magical animals, Hagrid came to a realization from the concentration he had with Harry.

'While most students won't fall in love with the subject, he need to make sure they understand the animals and their desire for peace.

He only had to show them that everyone is afraid, including the animals.'

Harry's POV

As Harry finished his job at preventing the creation of the worst 'care of magical creatures' teacher in the history of Hogwarts, he took out the tiny hour glass and turned it twice, it was time to meet Luna

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When he arrived near the portrait of the Dencing trolls, Harry was already employing his strongest Occlumency shields to prevent him from running away.

Seeing a door was already created, which meant Luna was waiting in there for him, made his left hand shake a little, and it took 10 seconds to make it stop.

From the moment he reached to the door handle till the moment he opened the door took more time then expected, not that it would surprises anyone, after all, Harry was a nervous rack.

Opening the door, he saw the room was built cozily, with two couches facing one another similar to the sits in Hogwarts Express and a fire place.

"Hey Harry, glad you could make it." Luna said in her usual sunny disposition while sitting on the right couch.

Usually, hearing her voice would have calmed him down, this time instead, he hasn't managed to prevent from his left hand from shaking again.

Noticing it, Luna said calmly "I thought we would play the game we played the first time we met."

Talking a big breath, trying to calm himself down he agreed, to which she said "Let me start, how did I reach Hogwarts?"

The East to answer question made him calmer then before, sitting on the couch he said "I asked my house elf."

Seeing understanding and confusion Harry smiled for the first time since he time traveled after Hagrid'a lesson.

"Since when do you have a house elf?"

"Ah, Ah, Ah." Harry said, letting a mischievous glint show in his eye "now it's my turn. How did you know it was my patronus?"

Looking confused Luna answered. "Who else other then you could have summoned it?"

"Everyone! I'm not strong enough!" Harry said with eyes full of conviction, as if saying it would convince the little blond.

Suddenly Luna started moving her hands erratically, as if there was a fly near her which she was trying to catch.

"Stop it!" Luna screamed, "Why do you do it? I thought we were friends!"

It was at that moment that Harry understood what was happening, the Fidelius Charm was doing it's work, and although a bit lately, and Luna could someone see it!

It was his chance to keep his secrets, but it would mean subjugating his friend to the same agony he felt when he did the spell.

"Dobby" Harry called, not thinking anymore.

"Yes, Harry?" The House elf popped

"Tell Luna my secret!"

The house elf squeaked, as if he was about to see his favorite band.

"Master Harry Potter is a strong wizard who is capable of wandless magic!"

The hands down and the mouth open where the best evidence that Dobby not only succeeded, but overshot.

'Oh boy, that will take an explanation.'

Luna's POV

Seeing the babble of unknowing bees, the best description Luna could come up with how that type of magic looked like, Luna calmed down, something that let her understand what the house elf just said.

Harry can do wandless magic! Something that was lost for thousands of years!

Even though she had millions of questions flying through her mind, they only out in three words. "How? When? Why?"

Sighing, her best friend 'or is he? I don't really know him' started talking.

"How I managed to learn it comes down to four things-

1)Ambition- I was unwilling to wait to learn magic the conservative way, as in Hogwarts and with a wand, so I tried learning by myself, just like you and every student have, I'm sure.

2) Hard work- I haven't given up, never quitted trying.

3) knowledge with muggle knowledge of science and basic knowledge about magic I worked out my own way of doing magic, much like how every continent has a different way.

4) courage- I had to believe in myself, to throw away any self Doubts about failing, and experiment, push my boundaries to the limit and passing it.

I guess the founders knew what they were talking about."

Luna's disbelieve grew, she always knew Harry was spacial, his strong colorful aura and the control he possessed over it, his knowledge and his maturity.

Everything about the boy felt spacial, but knowing that he isn't only the first person to do true wandless magic since forever, he also created his way of casting.

"When is a bit more complicated, I started way before Hogwarts, but it was more like a semi-controlled accidental magic, if I have to point the time in which it started changing into true wandless magic, I would have to say it was after my first transfiguration lesson."

Just like that Luna understood, after all, they talked and argued countless of times about the essence of transfiguration.

About how it is more about control then magic, about how to change one thing to another you have to know both of them to the tiniest detail.

"Control and atoms." She whispered.

"Exactly," Harry said "by learning control with the Tesla coils I managed to truly control the magic in me, and by learning science, biology, chemistry, and physics, I managed to create a semi-working system of wandless magic."

"Semi-working?" Luna asked, the shock still ain't enough to take away her curiosity.

"Yeah," he said, rubbing his head. "I still don't understand enough to figure out some of the spells."

Taking a deep breath, as if he was about to tell her the biggest part Harry then continued.

"As for why, I can't tell you much, except that I fear those who would learn about my abilities before time is right."

Luna's head was about to burst, too much information and emotions filled her brain, betrayal, sadness, desire to learn from him, desire to slap him for not trusting her, a need to tell him the truth about her own secret, she didn't know what she felt, what she wanted, she only knew one thing- "I have got to get out of here." She mumbled as she stood "I need to think, give me a few days." With those words, words she could see that broke his heart, that broke her own heart, she ran out of the room, looking back more then once