Chapter Five – Myth, Legend, or Reality
Harry, Ron, and Herimone spend most of that afternoon, talking in the dormitory, Harry barring the door shut with his new telekinetic powers, and had great fun, showing off to Ron, and Herimone, who were both equally as impressed but Herimone frowned.
"I seen these powers in a book, somewhere, but I can't remember where!"
"Fine!" said Harry, as he got of the bed and walked to the window. It was mid January, and the grounds were white. "Just don't make me search the library. OK!"
"OK!" she said, still frowning. Harry looked back at her.
"Do you fancy a walk around the grounds in the snow." Herimone and Ron, nodded.
"Sure!" Said Ron, "But how are you going to get past them out there? The common room is still packed!" Harry smiled.
"Do you trust me?" He asked them. Both Ron and Herimone looked at him as though he had asked a stupid question. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Come on, guys. I'm being serious here." and he stared at them. They both nodded. Harry held out both his hands, for them to take. They both hesitated.
"Well, do you trust me?" Harry signed, and both Ron and Herimone took his hands. Ron looked at though this was very stupid, looking at Harry, but he ignored him, as he concentrated on a small area by the lake. He felt the now familiar tingling feeling across his scar, and would usually close his eyes at this point, but this time he didn't.
He saw slivery white light appear all around him, and saw a bright light almost completely blind him and when the light cleared, they were standing in the snow by the lake, both Ron and Herimone on the floor, either side of him. Harry helped they up, and they both stared at him.
"That's was so cool!" Said Ron, throwing a snowball at Harry, Harry smiled and quintet his eyes, using his telekinetic power to send the ball back at Ron, which hit him, right between the eyes.
"OK, one rule, Potter!" Ron smiled, through the snow, "No powers during a snowball fight!" He coughed, and spluttered, "Deal!"
"Deal!" said Harry, and the three of them had a large snowball fight, Herimone not wanting to get involved, but Harry and Ron, dragged her into it. Harry was glad he had now found his voice, with Ron and Herimone, now able to talk to them, to tell them everything and after spending all that time on his own before Christmas, he didn't realise just how lonely he had become.
Over the next couple weeks, Ron and Herimone helped Harry, to avoid the awkward crowds and situations. But he couldn't avoid the Gryffindors, so he told them everything, and this, though a brave decision, had actually improved his situation, by ganging up on anyone, who was against Harry. He had also had to show the teachers exactly what he could and couldn't do, so that Professor McGonagall and Flitwick, could make come rules for him, to make sure that no one would get hurt. Harry thought that he had the situation under control but reluctantly accepted the new rules anyway. He knew they had their reasons. But they were as confused as he was, as to the origins of the powers and vowed to help him find out.
Harry also forefilled the requests from both Hugglepuff and Ravenclaws houses, along with his own house, to do a showing off session in their common rooms of his powers, which he found was great fun, and took his mind off the pressures of being both famous, and potentially powerful. Harry found it a great honour, to be invited, alone, to the Hugglepuff house, whose common room was in the basement and the Ravanclaw house, who common room was in another one of the towers. After that he got on extremely well with members of both houses, gaining great respect, and fewer people were staring at him, as the days went past.
This meant that he no longer had any problems with the Slytherins, who not only, were they the only ones who didn't know what Harry was capable of, but were, one morning breakfast in the Great Hall, was looking over at Harry. They were laughing and looking incredibly sinister, bending over an article, of some sort. Harry could make it out on the Gryffindor table. Ron was looking at them and clenched his fisted, his temper flaring. Harry looked at him.
"Be ready to catch that thing, OK" He said, with many people looking him. He was used to this now.
"To catch what?" Ron asked, looking confused. Harry indicated with his eyes to the article, that Malfoy was now reading and smirking at. Ron eyes lit up, he loved to witness Harry using his powers, and he though he'd better not disappoint him. Harry focused his green eyes, through his glasses, on the article, and saw Ron, poised ready to grab it. Harry looked back at Malfoy, and then the article, and squinted. The article few out of Malfoy's hands, few across the Hall, over the Hugglepuff and Ravenclaw tables, straight into Ron's hands.
"Nice catch!" Harry said to Ron.
"Thanks!" he replied, looking very pleased with himself. Harry liked to see him that way. They both looked back at Malfoy's who still in shock at the article being ripped from his hands. Harry smiled, and looked at the article. It showed a cartoon, of what Harry thought was himself, mutated into having several arms and legs and, and looking particular ugly. It had the title of 'Potter, The Boy Freak!' across the top, and the Harry saw that this was actually quite funny. But before Harry could laugh with Ron about it, Professor McGonagall came storming over. Harry had completely forgotten that he wasn't allowed to used his powers in the Great Hall, and gulped.
"Potter!" She said, looking very put out.
"Sorry, Professor, I forgot!" Harry said quickly, and truthfully.
McGonagall looked at him, and smiled, "OK, Potter, but don't get to carried away, you never know how long you may have these powers for."
She walked off, Ron's jaws drop. Harry told him that Professor McGonagall had been teaching him, how to balance his new powers with using the wand so that he didn't become dependent upon them. This morning, however, was the first time in weeks, since he had used his powers, which was why Ron had got so excited. But his wand magic had improved so much, he was now out maneuvering Herimone and many seventh years, in fact.
Mad Eye Moody had been teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and most of the time Harry had been teaching the class. He enjoyed it, sharing his experiences and he thought that, he and Mad Eye, made a very good team. But he did learn a awful lot, and by March, the entire class had learn how to Apprate, the proper way, including Harry himself, without his powers, and Neville, and would be doing the test to qualify to Apprate at the end of the year.
But Harry had been getting the distinct feeling that the something big was going to happen at Hogwarts, or maybe news of his powers had got out, but he noticed that members of the Order of the Pheonix, had been seen at the castle, and Harry had noticed as well, to his relief, that incident between Hawk and Voldamort, he had witnessed, hadn't appeared in the Daily Prophet, but they had been near the Hogwarts grounds, which did explain a lot.
A week after this, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley showed at the castle, looking saddened and disheartened, they hadn't got over Bill and Charlie, along with Tonks and Lupin. They were arranging something, but Harry didn't what, but they did know about his powers. He wasn't surprised, but he was surprised to see Cornious Fudge, the Minster of Magic, at the castle, looking at Harry, and kept asking him awkward questions, none of which he could answer. Over the next month, more and more, Ministry wizards and Witches, turned up at the castle, creating a lot of talk at the castle. But with all these people, showing up, it was Herimone pulling him, aside after a exceptional good Charms class, which she had unusually missed. Harry had caught up with his lessons, really well, with Ron's and Herimone's help, and she dragged him to a quiet part of the library,
"What is it, Herimone?" Harry asked, knowing that was going to drop a bombshell. She was very pale and breathing heavily.
"Harry, your turning into a Silverlight Guardian!" Ron's jaw dropped and his voice went usually quiet.
"But Herimone, their pure myth! No one ever proved that they even exist."
"What?" Harry said, he hated it when Ron and Herimone knew something he didn't, and where it showed how little knowledge, Harry still had, of the wizarding world.
"Read this!" Herimone said, shoving a book, under his nose, from out her bag. Harry looked down and read the page.
'The Silverlight Guardian, Myth, Legend, or Reality?' Harry looked at Herimone, who stared back, saying nothing. He turned back to the page.
'The Silverlight Guardians, are a race of being of which many stories have been told, but no one has proved of their existence. They are illusive creatures and looks a lot like humans then anything else. Some people say, that they are lost souls, neither living nor dead, sent down from God, to protect and watch over us, not just the wizarding folk but muggles too. Others say that they fight evil on a different plain of reality, the demons of Earth, and therefore ensuring the survival and safety of the human race. There are many theories, each as possible as the next, but what is known for certain, is that a Silverlight Guardian, is singularly the most powerful being in the wizarding and muggle world. They have access to power of which no single wizard or witch can't come close with a standard wand, and all the known magic in the world, no matter, which route is taken, good or evil.
Yet, many people say that they have walked among us for years, more likely among muggles, and for a human to achieve the enlightenment of a Silverlight Guardian, they must first pay the ultimate price, in death, and still there is no guarantee to be chosen, for only the most worthy and pure of heart are selected, by the eldest and more wise of their kind, to serve the human race, for all eternity, and it also said that every family light in the wizarding and muggle world has Silverlight watch over it, and many don't know they are even there.
A Silverlight Guardian's powers possibly include (but we are uncertain), the ability to move in a blaze of silvery-white light unhindered, from place to another, (hence their name), to freeze and move objects at will, weather and earth control (e.g. volcanoes and earthquakes), to bolts of energy or lightning, and to sense evil to precisely, both human and demonic, that they can fight it and bring balance to the order of good and evil, in the world.
Apart from dying, there is, but there is no prove, that a human can become a Silverlight Guardian, for one of them to give the human their powers, as a lifelong gift. But this is a highly dangerous procedure, because it kills the Silverlight Guardian outright, unable to survive without the powers and is highly likely to kill the human, unable to cope with the large amount of powers placed upon them, no matter, what amount of training they have had. So why do it? It is a last the resort for a Silverlight Guardian to sacrifice themselves for a chance to safe a human's life, but there is again, no guarantee, as no human has survived the gift of Silverlight powers to this date, as the Silverlight Guardians are a race said to be older then the human race.'
Harry laughed. He had never read something so far fetched, in his life and continued laughing as he turned the book over to look at the front cover.
'Dr. Connors, Disproved Theories Of Life Beyond The Grave! - not authrised by the Ministry of Magic'
Harry looked at Herimone, not believing that she looked at this stuff, he knew she was a big reader, but this was ridiculous. She spoke, looking disheartened.
"Harry, I'm being serious! Your turning into a Silverlight Guardian!"
It was Ron who laughed this time.
"What, and that's your prove?" He asked Herimone. She nodded.
"Come on, Herimone!" Glared Ron, at her. "Everyone knows that Dr. Connors is a raving lunatic, who has spent most of his life in St. Mongo's Insane Asylum, screaming his head off that there are demons, walking among the muggles, which the Ministry of Magic has never proved, because they even sent my dad, at on point to try and prove it. He didn't find anything and he tried every single trick in the book, and still find nothing. The only reason why that book was published, was to see who would be gullible enough to read it, believe it. try and prove, and end up in St. Mongo's themselves."
"So to weed out the crazy people?" Harry asked Ron, laughing, acting daft.
"Yeah, pretty much!" Ron replied, giggling. "Are you one of them, Herimone?"
Herimone blushed so red, with embarrassment, that so seized the book from Harry, put in back on the shelve in the Library where she found it, and ran from there so fast, that she got rather a nasty look from the Librarian.
Harry and Ron, laughed themselves silly, all the way from the Library to Transfiguration, and not even Malfoy's usual tauntings, couldn't have hardened their spirits, but were surprised to see that she didn't up for class, if fact, they didn't see her for the rest of the day. Professor McGonagall, gave loads of the usually hard homework and organised extra lessons with Harry to develop his wand and powers further. He was used to this now, have two or three extra classes a week, with Professor McGonagall, learning what he could with his powers and imitating it with the wand. It wasn't easy was it looked, and he was been struggling a lot recently, with the freezing charm with his wand, highly advanced magic, and Professor McGonagall had had to fetch Professor Flitwick, in for help.
The thumping headaches didn't help either, and by the time Herimone had got her confidence back to talk to Ron and Harry again, which, Harry noticed, took the best part of three days, his headaches were now so bad, that Harry could barely see straight. He had tried everything in the Hospital Wing and nothing had worked.