Disclaimer: You know the blah blah needed. The character of the elder wolf and lyther are mine.
Bloody fucking jezebels! Nothing was going well for Harry, first the only letters he received were from his dearest friend's with a strange owl, one who was oblivious of every thing and cared only for quidditch, and the other who thought she knew every thing that he could possibly feel and think. He wondered if she would be surprised or not to know that he was actually having a good time and reading enough material to rival her. Well, surprised would an understatement, definitely so. The other thing he noticed was both the letters ended the same way. They said "please don't feel guilty about Sirius's death; you are not responsible for it". The other was their pleas to write any thing he wanted to them.
Forget the letters, they only made him more irritated as well as the constant doubt weather his every letter was seen bye Dumbledore or not. What really got him into such a funk was that he could find nothing about what he was searching about and of course his wand.
Two days back he had started reading the book on lythers and the history. He had not read it all at once but slowly, part by part. True it had been a great read giving him a view on things that he doubted were recorded elsewhere. However the problems arose since got just as many new questions. The most important had been what chaos magic was and how it could be used. According to the book, lythers had an extreme amount of chaos magic and were powerful in its use but question was what it could do and how to learn that or at least find out about it. However it seemed that for all the books on spells and the other modern books his mom had left, nothing was written about chaos or chaotic magic, hell nothing was written about natural magics or any other types. The only thing he could find in excess of were in the fields of combat, charms, transfiguration and quiet a bit on potions and healing. The only old books were the basic ward magic books from his family libraries which he had to yet touch and some law and history books.
The other frustrations came from his lack of a wand. He felt naked and helpless with out his wand on him. He never realized how much in control he had felt when having his wand or how he had a sense of safety though that may have been due to the emotion charms on it. Of course he immediately started on hand combat with the dummies to get out his nervousness. Still he was almost feeling ragged at not having access to a wand. He couldn't wait to get his hands on his new one whenever that might be.
But worse than that was the fact that he had not yet received any word from some one he considered almost family. True Remus would be grieving Siri's death but for how long. Remus had been in the first war and knew what it was like to loose some one. Moreover with Siri gone and he being the last member of the Marauders, he should have contacted him, even a little note would have been enough. Instead here he was waiting in a bloody lonely place he hated with a complete information block on him. Damm it, where was he and what was he doing. He was a bit worried about the werewolf after all the full moon would be soon. He wished he could contact Remus. The man would be able to help him even if he couldn't be told every thing.
The more he thought about it, the more the pressure built. Ahhhh! This was too much. He picked up his old books and threw them around. But that wasn't enough and he started to punch any surface he could find shouting any obscenities he could think of. He could feel his magic flaring around and as the glass broke so did something inside him. He felt a small flare of magic and he was thrown on to his bed as something made contact with his mind. This some thing seemed a part of him and yet not.
He tried to control it as he felt it pull at his magic seemingly almost reacting to his mind. Soon it was almost a tug of war with it and he put his mind to concentrating on the feel of the pull all while using the calming and meditation techniques he had read about. It was a few minutes later that he felt he had sufficient control on what ever it was. It certainly wasn't Voldemort or any thing harmful but whatever it was, it was powerful as well as sentient. Just as he gave up to the exhaustion that was claiming him, he thought he saw a light surrounding his room.
Gods! He felt as if he had been trampled by a hippogrif. He felt a bit weak and his head was feeling fuzzy. However there was no pain and that he decided was good. He put his glasses on and slowly got up wondering if there was any damage check and after feeling nothing else he sat back and started to probe the strange sensation in his mind. Just as he touched it he once again felt his vision lighting up.
He saw veins of light across his room and almost unconsciously he probed at the light. The first thing he noticed was that he didn't have much control over them and second the lines extended all over the house, the yard and up to fifty feet from the house itself in the shape of a hemisphere with the base just below the cellar and the top some ten feet above the roof. It was a wondrous weave of multi colored threads that were interwoven and then stacked against each other and the odd thing about them was a band of the light was connected to him. Almost hesitantly at first and then gaining confidence he started to caress and probe the veins of light, searching through for something he didn't know. It was then he realized what it was, they were the wards and most of them were inactive. His face paled and the first thing that came to his mind was that maybe the wards had failed and some one was attacking Privet Drive. A quick look out of the window proved that false. He sat back wondering why it was that the oh so famous wards that had been put up to guard him were not even active.
He had a light lunch and the next few hours went into finding out about the wards and discovering why they were not active. The revelations were eye opening to start with. He recognized that wards were the interwoven type of wards as written in his introduction books. He did recognize some of them and what they did. They were a very large number of them and seemed quiet complicated. He supposed Dumbledore himself must have done a number of them considering their sheer strength. What was fascinating was a trigger spell which was built into the wards. It seemed that the wards were not all active except a few minor ones and would activate them when a certain magic was sensed or some certain someone's were sensed. The wards themselves were connected trough a web of connections to the roof where he had always thought to be an attic. He supposed the powering bank was present there but why were the connections to him.
This was all well and fine with these impressive set of wards which could be made at any house albeit with a lot of effort. What he wanted to know was where the magic which both Dumbledore and Voldemort had spoken about was. Voldemort had himself told him in that grave yard that the magic protecting him was too powerful for him to overcome, yet. He supposed it would be a matter of time before he struck here. But where in the bloody hell was it. Just as he was becoming agitated, he noticed the lines of magic which were coming out of him. He suddenly wondered what they were doing and he started to push himself to reach them, but there seemed to be something between him and the magic connecting those lines. But if Harry was anything he was stubborn and he was not going to give up. As he pushed harder at the wall, it slowly bulged out and he made a tiny little contact with them.
Immediately he felt warmth spread through him. He felt content as if he had got every thing he wished for. It was almost as if he had regained the feelings in a long lost limb. He could feel a protective cloak over him made purely of light and yet he thought it could feel what he felt and it was there only for him. It was a wondrous sensation for the orphaned boy who had always yearned for someone to hold him and be there for him. As he surfaced from deeps of contentment, his mind started to question this phenomenon. He also realized that the feelings of content were coming of the veins of light which were surrounding him. He took a moment to listen to their soft murmur and to feel that joyous elation. He realized that it was welcoming him and embracing him, questioning him why he hadn't made contact before now.
He didn't understand what was going on. He was one moment checking the wards and trying to see why he was connected to them wondering where the special protection was and now he was listening to a sentient light which seemed elated that he had joined with it. Suddenly he felt scared wondering if he done some mistake and almost as if they understood his turmoil the light pushed at the tiny contact he had made with them and like a lightening bolt striking a tree, the understanding slammed into him.
When his mother had sacrificed herself for him, she had left on his body and his mind itself a great shield of protection. Thus when he had been brought to Privet Drive and called it home, the enchantments invoked by Dumbledore were grabbed by it, becoming a living, feeling bit of enormous magic which was only dependent on him existing for him. And any place that he truly felt was home, in that place then this magic would activate and guard. Doubts came again, what then were the wards outside, and the answer came, the living magic acted like a guardian and whatever spells, wards, and shields that were cast to protect him here would be governed by the living magic which would and could at the will and the desire of Harry weave or break the wards that had been cast thus giving him in effect a living guardian of pure magic. Again came the question he wanted to know, where was it until now, why was there no contact until now and he received a sad sigh with the answer. Furious, he again took a look at the wall of magic that separated him from the wards.
The barrier was old and extremely strong having a very familiar ting to it and for all his will, and the power in that living magic that surrounded him, he couldn't make more than the tiny breach he had. The wall was a barrier between him and the control and interaction with the living magics. He decided to try it again later but for now just interacted with it seeing every thing he could about it. It was then he noticed something odd, where the wards outside were of different colors and woven with many different spell, the living magic that he took to calling GIA, was just an enormous mass of sentient light that wove itself and danced around with its own whims. He let it guide his senses all around the wards outside as if giving him a guided tour. He found some spot which were covered in notice me not charms and in one of them was Heista jones in an invisibility cloak. He supposed that the cloak didn't affect the senses of such powerful magics. He moved about its edge slowly before he came back to his house and it was then he noticed the colors he had missed which had been woven all over the house. It took a few moments for him realize what he was seeing, they were everywhere but mostly on the ground floor and even near his cupboard but thankfully not in his present room or the private places.
His rage which had temporarily gone down now reared its head. The more he thought about what he was seeing, the greater his rage burned. The bloody bastard son of heaving bitch had always known of the abuse he had suffered considering the monitoring charms especially on the cupboard. He had put him in a house having the greatest of magics surrounding him which could have helped him but instead he had cut of his access to it and he had the gall to monitor him so closely while he feigned ignorance. As the storm of his emotions blazed around him, the barrier between him and Gia weakened and it sensed his fury against the charms and in a moment obliterated them completely, but it didn't stop there, it drew at his magic and sent a burst through the wards as it tried to activate them all.
It was then that Harry realized what it was doing and with all his being sent his desire to Gia to not activate them, and with a slight shift the living magic stopped its actions. However he could easily sense that Heista had sensed something and was worried. As he calmed himself he felt someone apparate right next to her and he heard her talking, telling him that she had sensed an outburst of magic and that it must have been an emotional outburst since she had heard him screaming. With that she apparated away, muttering about reporting to Dumbledore.
He let out the air he dint even realize he had been holding. His connection to Gia was tentative at best and he wanted to explore it. If Gia had activated the wards, it would have been a disaster since he couldn't control the wards and that left Dumbledore to do it. He also had no doubt that if it that happened then Dumbledore would be coming to Privet Drive and making doubly sure that it never happened again even if he had to erase Harry's memories, repeatedly if needed. As for the monitoring charms, he was sure it would be taken that the emotional outburst had made them malfunction, and any way what did Dumbledore need them for when he had Harry's wand doing the work for him. As he thought his way through it he realized he had a very large advantage in Gia.
Gia was a very powerful and sentient, repeat sentient magic. That meant it may not be able to rationalize, but it was obedient and it reacted to Harry's feelings. He had seen how it had neutralized Dumbledore's charms and he didn't doubt it could do more. All he needed was better control and he would try that every time he got a chance. Then heard a whisper from Gia and he laughed aloud as he realized its portent. Oh this was good, once he got the control of this magic he could go anywhere he wanted to settle at and do a little ritual to call it home and Gia would move and protect that place for one simple fact that the protective magic he called Gia was based on him and was only meant for him. And with Gia protecting any place, he no doubt both Dumbledore and Voldemort would find it very difficult even finding him.
He felt a large smile light up his face at the thought of freedom. He was sure Dumbledore had not taken the one little fact that his aunt had no magic and couldn't sustain Gia or perhaps he had and that was why the barrier. He wanted to laugh at the feelings the thought gave him and laugh he did clutching his sides and holding his table in the room scaring Hedwig out of her nap, when he got a face full of parchment.
Parchment! Where the hell did the parchment come from? He took a peek with Gia and saw Fred getting back to his post from under his window. He decided to be careful just in case and slowly opened it. It was a small note that intrigued him.
Harry,
Be ready and wait at Magnolia Crescent tomorrow at 7 in the morning. Bill will meet you for a trip to London. Bring robes and do not tell any one.
Fred
Alright what was going on? Why exactly was Bill taking him to London and why now? He couldn't for the life of himself see why Bill. Bill was a curse breaker, not an auror and he worked with Gringotts. Hmmm, either Bill was doing whatever he was doing alone or they couldn't spare anyone else, and that was shot down since the next day Saturday with lots of them being free. Well, it was no trouble, it couldn't be anyone else but Bill, or so he hoped. He decided to take his wand in a box just in case as well as the trunk. With that Harry went back to his trunk and picked up the lyther book before sleep claimed him. It was a fascinating book though he would never say it aloud.
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Alright he was up. Harry took a nice long shower and picked up what ever good clothes he had. He then went into the closet in his bedroom and picked up a robe which wasn't too flashy, a pair of dragon hide shoes and finally a very expensive looking cloak. He packed up the trunk and put the robes and cloak in a small backpack along with his wand in a box and wore his dragon hide shoes. He crept down the stairs a few minutes to seven and saying goodbye to Gia, he walked out. He had noticed his guard was Fred and wondered why he was there when he knew he Harry was going out. He shook his head walked to Magnolia Crescent. No one was there yet, so he sat down on a side walk to wait for Bill. He looked around and remembered the first time he had seen Sirius right on the opposite street. He had been scared stiff of him, but then anyone would be scared of seeing a gigantic black dog in the middle of the night.
So lost in his memories, he didn't hear the soft crunch of the shoes nor did he acknowledge the person who stood by him. He nearly jumped out of skin when someone felt someone's hands on his shoulder. He heard a soft laughter and looked up to see an amused Bill watching him. He felt too embarrassed to talk to him. He was Harry Potter who was in enough danger as it was and he had let his guard down in the middle of a street of all things. Oh Christ! He would never live it down. However he forgot all of that when Bill got into a taxi. Why was Bill taking a taxi of all things and had Bill done with his wand?
They talked about some inconsequential things all the while his curiosity burning higher. What was going on and why the taxi of all things. He fell into a light doze before Bill shook him awake. He got out and saw an optical shop. It was muggle. He recognized the area to one which was near the Leaky Cauldron. Bill took him in and twenty minutes later they were out with Harry having brown eyes and no glasses. Contacts were quiet useful he thought. He decided to get himself a pair, perhaps a set of magical ones. Bill then pulled him into an empty alley and he dressed himself in his robes and put on the cloak. At that moment he felt something tingle and then his hair felt heavier as it grew to his shoulders. He turned around to face Bill already in his robes, who gave him a nod and pulled out a skin colored patch and stuck it on his forehead and smoothened it out. He removed a mirror and showed him his reflection. Harry was surprised. Only people who knew him well could recognize him. What he saw was a confidant looking teenager, wearing obviously expensive clothes, and a hardened expression on his face. He had hard brown eyes and his long hair was pulled back in a ponytail leaving a clear view of his smooth face. All the signs by which the world saw Harry Potter were gone, from the scar to the messy hair and green eyes.
Ten minutes later they were in the leaky cauldron and having a heavy breakfast. They passed a security check point which had been put up at Diagon Alleys entrance and entered the deserted street. He was getting a bit anxious; this wasn't like Bill at all. Bill hadn't told him any thing, in fact he had barely talked to him, and though he hid it well he looked a bit jittery. Just as Harry decided to talk to Bill, he was suddenly pushed down a side alley and trough a door before a sound could escape him. He turned back to find the door closed and worse, no Bill. Just as he opened his mouth to scream, he heard an eerie voice behind him.
"Welcome Mister Potter. I have been waiting for you."
AN: Thanks for the reivews and the corrections.I hope I want such obvious mistakes again. As for romance, I am thinking about it. Basically the last chapter gave an Idea of the different factions and there will be more. I hope to get the next chapter up by monday.