Author's Note: Harry deals with his emotions. Enjoy!
"Very good Harry," Qui-Gon praised from beside his padawan. "Again."
"Yes Master," he replied and tapped into the Force again. He rose to the ceiling, touched it briefly before gently setting himself back on the ground.
"Try it quicker, while maintaining control," his Master commanded.
"Yes Master," he replied and complied, repeating the exercise again and again until he could jump to the ceiling in seconds while still being able to stop smoothly.
"You are using the same instincts you do while flying," the Knight remarked.
Harry nodded. "I just had to understand the mechanics of it the same way I do a broom," he replied with a tired smile.
"You do not compare my training with the session you had in your fifth year of schooling, do you?" he asked in concern.
Harry shook his head. "No Master," he replied easily. "I know that if I truly could not accomplish a task, you would not demand it of me. You might push me further than I might choose on my own, but only because you know I can do it."
"Good," he replied with a smile. "If you ever truly think you cannot accomplish a feat, tell me," he urged. Harry's eyebrows rose. "At the very least, I can let you catch your breath before we continue."
Harry laughed. "Good to know. What's next?"
"I think we shall leave the physical training for today," he stated. Harry settled in a kneeling position, Qui-Gon settling opposite. "There is something I have been meaning to ask," he murmured.
"Yes Master?" Harry prompted.
"Having seen your memories, I am curious how you are able to call me 'Master' so easily?"
Harry blew out a breath. "Several reasons," he answered honestly. "I trust you, I respect you, and it means something different to you." The Knight's eyebrows rose. "You see yourself more as a guide, helping me to harness the true depths of my abilities," he answered slowly. "You do not want to rule me, or see yourself as superior to me – more accomplished with your abilities, but not superior."
"Why list trust before respect?"
"It is easier to earn my trust, than it is to earn my respect," he answered honestly. "Between Obi-Wan's reaction to the thought of your death, and what I sensed of your character when I saved you, I trusted you. My respect you earnt before I called you Master."
"I thank you for the gift and honour of having both from you," he spoke solemnly. He smiled. "I thought perhaps we should work on your meditation skills today."
"Yes Master."
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Harry was knelt beside a lake – he kept being drawn here – his eyes closed. Obi-Wan strode toward him. "Would you like company?" the Knight asked as he knelt opposite him.
Harry opened his eyes. "How did you know?"
"You were too attentive to your surroundings," he stated.
"Can't seem to help myself," he answered honestly.
"You need to surrender yourself to the Force, and trust it to alert you to danger," he stated, voice gentle. "Unless it is something else which causes your distraction?" Harry's eyebrows rose. Obi-Wan set up a Force-shield around them, providing them with privacy. "I know what is it like to be unable to be with the one you want."
"That's not it," he remarked. "I only seem to have a libido when it comes to him." He smiled. "When I'm with him, all I want to do it touch him, away from him my desire recedes as if it never existed."
"Everyone is unique," he stated. "The same is true of the desire that they feel."
"Don't worry Obi, I embraced the fact I was different than my peers in that area," he replied with a smile.
"You miss him?"
"I miss more than just him," he murmured, "but him I miss the most." He shook himself. "Thinking about it doesn't help."
"Perhaps, if you just allowed yourself to feel your emotions, they would be easier to deal with?" he suggested. "Embrace what you want to feel, rather than do your best to lock it away."
Harry blew out a breath. "If I do that, you might want to back up a little." Obi-Wan's eyebrows rose. "When my emotions get too strong, my magic tends to react."
Qui-Gon stepped into their Force shield. "Then perhaps you should not lock them away so often," he remarked as he knelt beside the pair.
Harry shrugged. "You asked for it." He closed his eyes and let go. His emotions, the mixed cacophony that they were, filled his consciousness while his magic rushed out from him, creating a corona of power around his being.
It took several minutes for the force of both to recede. He opened his eyes cautiously. "Everything looks all right," he murmured.
Qui-Gon smiled. "You caused no damage," he assured.
Harry nodded slowly. "But then, I wasn't angry," he remarked.
"Frustrated, certainly, but not angry," his Master replied with amusement.
"How can you be amused at the thought, when you've seen what I've done?"
"I am of the opinion that she deserved worse than what you gave her, and it was not permanent damage," he stated. "And the other damage you caused was to inanimate objects. You should not be so hard on yourself."
Harry huffed. "How do you keep that contained?" Obi-Wan asked, astounded.
"Magic or emotion?" he asked, head tilted curiously.
"Magic."
"It's not that I keep it contained, it's just that it's only in moments like that that it's truly unleashed." Harry laid a hand over the middle of his chest. "It's always here, always available should I need it. It reacts to my strong emotions, but is not a conscious entity, it's a part of me-" he cut off with a sound of frustration. "It's difficult to explain to someone who doesn't feel it."
"Rather like trying to explain the Force to those who cannot access it?" Obi-Wan replied knowingly. Harry nodded. "Thank you, for trying to explain. Are all others of your kind as powerful?"
Harry shook his head. "Everyone has a core, but how much power they possess varies from person to person," he stated. "It's like an energy," he attempted again. "Rather like the energy you get from food, it can be depleted if you do something too strenuous or too repetitive without allowing it to recover. Does that make sense?"
"You can overexert your magical ability, just as you can your physical form. Have you ever depleted your power?"
"No," he stated. "My physical body will give out before my magic, as you've seen."
"So it takes a physical toll as well?"
He nodded. "The more powerful the spell, the more energy your body needs to provide as well. I suppose it's rather like the Force that way."
"Tied into the physical as well as the metaphysical," Qui-Gon remarked. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," he replied, surprised. "Okay," he sighed. "I see your point, I'll try not to suppress my emotions as often."
"That is progress at least."