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CHAPTER 3

Harry groaned as he came back to consciousness. His back was sore and he felt like he had slept on a concrete bed, although after gathering his bearings he realized he indeed had slept...or fallen unconscious... on the hard concrete ground. He looked over to Dobby, who was seated on the ground in the same corner he had last seen him in.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Yous is seeing yous magic! Now yous just having to be able to be making its dos things!" Dobby exclaimed excitedly.

As Harry sat up he stretched for a second before focusing on Dobby again. "Right, so what do I do now?"

"Tos be making yous magic dos what yous is wanting it tos, yous needing to reach into yous self and be bringing only small parts of yous magic and focus its to what yous is wanting sirs." Dobby snapped his finger and a large book appeared on the ground in front of him, then he reached his hand out, finger pointing at the book.

"Yous is reaching into yous self, and be bringing magic into yous hand, then yous be making it does what yous is wanting before letting it outs." An instant later the book started to levitate above the ground.

Harry had a contemplative look on his face as he watched. "Right, ok so I focus my magic into levitating the book...then...push it out of my hand?"

"Yes sirs, that is what yous is be doing."

Harry nodded then looked into himself like he had before. Now that he knew where he needed to look it was much faster, but it still took him at least a minute to find the glowing mass that was his magic. He reached out with his hand and touched it and as soon as he felt a small amount siphon into his hand he pulled his hand back and opened his eyes looking at the book. He brought his hand up to focus his magic...and instantly the magic in his hand dissipated back into his core.

"Damn" he muttered."I lost it as soon as I was getting ready to focus it."

"Its being ok. Yous is doing even better than Dobby did sirs! It took Dobby two days before hes is being able to find magic it dids!"

Harry looked at Dobby with wide eyes. "Really?"

Dobby nodded his head fervently. "Yes Harry."

Harry gave a small smile at the elf. He was finally calling him by his name. "Err, how long have we been here Dobby?"

Dobby scrunched his face up in concentration. "Its is being twelve hours sirs."

"Tw...Twelve hours!" Harry exclaimed. "How long was I unconscious?"

"Only a few minutes Harry."

Harry now had a look of confusion. "But...if I was only unconscious for a few minutes..how where we where for so long?"

"Yous is taking nearly eight hours finding yous magic at first sirs."

"It..it didn't feel like it took that long. I thought it was only like...maybe an hour."

"When yous is first finding yous magic, and first focusing yous magic to do whats yous is needing, its be taking longer than what yous is feeling because yous is having to move slow through yous magic until yous becoming used to its."

"Move slow through my magic? OH! I get it, like when your moving through water, you're slower...But how does that effect the time outside?"

Dobby gave a shrug. "Its is being magic it is."

Harry gave a small chuckle. "Yea, I guess so...hey I just realized..you said its been twelve hours? I'm not hungry at all...and I don't have to use the restroom either." he said the last part rather awkwardly.

"No Harry, time is not being moving heres. So yous body not being using anything. Magic is being the only thing that works heres."

"So...Nothing works here but magic? Then how are we still alive and moving?"

"Wes is being magical beings, so wes magic makes us works it does."

"So, if a muggle where to come here...they would die?"

"Oh no sirs, not dies, they would just not work!"

Harry scrunched his face into concentration. Not work? What the hell did that mean? Wouldn't not work be the same as dead? "I don't understand Dobby. If they don't work, isn't that the same as dead?"

Dobby shook his head,. "No, theys just not being able to do anything until yous is bringing them back to the real."

"So..they would be like a mannequin?"

Dobby now gave Harry a confused look. "What is being a mannequin?"

"Err its a muggle thing that is used to show cloths and stuff to shoppers.."Dobby's confused look was still present. "Never-mind, it doesn't matter. I think I know what you mean now."

Dobby gave Harry a weird look before nodding his head. "Yous is ready to try again sirs?"

Harry gave a nod and closed his eyes again. It only took him..well what felt to him about 30 seconds before he was at his magical core. He reached out and as soon as he made contact he felt the flow of energy in his hand. Instantly he pulled back and opened his eyes, focusing on the magic in his hand, not letting it dissipate this time, and tried to shape the magic into what he needed...Levitation. When he thought he had it he raised his hand at the book and shoved the magic down his hand. But as soon as he felt it leave his hand he lost his concentration of the magic and it faded into nothing.

"Shit!" he cursed

"Yous is doing much better Harry! Yous is most likely getting its on yous next try yous is." Dobby praised him.

Again Harry closed his eyes and gasped when he was instantly at his core. He opened his eyes and looked at Dobby with a smile on his face. "I was at my magic as soon as I close my eyes that time!"

"I knews yous be able to dos it fast! Maybe yous be trying to get yous magic with yous eyes open." Dobby exclaimed excitedly.

Harry let a large grin spread across his face as he nodded his head. Then keeping his eyes open he tried to focus on his magical core, he could feel it inside him, and knew exactly where it was. But it was much harder when he couldn't visualize himself in his mind looking into his core and reaching out to it.

After nearly an hour he gave a growl. "Its not working." He exclaimed.

"Yous will be getting it soons yous is. Yous is doings really goods you is!"

Harry sighed and tried to calm himself down. After another few minutes of calming himself he again tried to reach for his magic. And again he stood there for nearly an hour and was getting more and more upset as time went by. Just when he was getting ready to take a small break he felt himself connect with his core. And almost instantly his entire core swept into his system and he watched horrified as Dobby was thrown back against the wall as intense raging winds swept around him like a tornado and the same magical waves started crashing down against the concrete he stood on, but it was much more than the first time. The waves on magical energy where smashing anything they touched like a jackhammer. Then he felt himself start to rise into the air as his magical energy swirled around him at an even faster rate.

In fear of what may happen Harry closed his eyes and tried to push all the energy back into his core. And surprisingly fast he felt things die down around him. When he opened his eyes he looked arround in Horror. The walls where torn apart, stone debris littering the floor, and the floor itself was glowing light blue, as if his magic had seeped into the ground itself. He looked to Dobby and found him looking at Harry with awe.

"Err..oops?" Harry muttered

Dobby laughed loudly as he ran at Harry and started jumping around all over the place. "Harry sir is sos amazings he is, hes magic so powerful hes evens being able to break others walls!" he exclaimed in glee.

Harry looked at Dobby like he was crazy. "Dobby! This isn't good! I almost tore this entire place apart!...wait a second..what happened to the real world if things like this happen here?" All the blood drained from Harry's face. "Oh god! I ruined the corridor! I'm gonna be expelled!"

Dobby continued laughing in glee. "No Harry. When wes is being going back to normals its be going away to past."

Harry calmed down somewhat. "So...this wont be like this when we go back?" he asked hesitantly.

Dobby shook his head furiously. "No Harry!"

Harry let out a breath and collapsed onto the floor. "Thank Merlin." he again looked around at the damage. And couldn't help the feeling of pride he felt...it may have been horrible to cause all this...but...man did it feel awesome having all that power flowing through him.

As he sat there contemplating everything that he had recently learned from Dobby, and seen his own magic do, he realized that he really was powerful. And the next time Voldemort..or anyone who was evil like him tried to kill him, they would find just what he could do. He knew he was being fairly arrogant, but after what he had just done he couldn't help himself. And he knew he didn't have nearly as much experience as Voldemort or even any of his followers. But he had as long as he needed here to practice, and become better.