Rise and Shine. It's a new day, time for hitting th- UUGGHHHH. "Goddamnit, shut the fucking curtains Colin!"

Colin Creevey, who had been looking out of the window in some weird ass titanic pose, jumped three inches of the ground and closed the curtains instantly. Colin is a nice guy but way too enthusiastic for the mornings.

I've never been a morning person; in fact I am pretty sure I am a relative of the bats considering my sleeping patterns. Them being, that I do not need a time to sleep, I only need the conditions. If it is dark or cool or comfy or boring or a million other things then I might use the opportunity to sleep. History of Magic meets with a lot of my criteria's, so it is definitely in my nap time. So is Potions actually which perfectly meets the criteria of 'sleeping-to-piss-off-the-jackass'.

Though I stopped in third year, when Snape actually called my Mom by surprise during one of the lessons, a surprise for me that is. I didn't know the professors could do that. When Mom woke me up with the sweetest of the honey sugar smiles, I knew this was it. It was the end of my reputation in front of my class. The Shame. Oh, the shame of getting a dressing down by your own mother in front of your entire class. The school was pretty sure that Snape was high on drugs the following week and Daniel's smug smirk deserved a few punches to wipe it off. Rosaline was the only one who was even slightly sympathetic, though even she would giggle at times remembering some of Mom's tirade.

But, the worst of them all, the absolute worst had been Rosaline's best friend Hermione Granger. Hermione would more than often tell me not to sleep in Potions, only for me to sleep again. After the incident she wore a perpetual 'I told you so' expression on her face. Every time, every goddamn time I looked at her, there would always be that same expression. She kept it up for the entire month until I apologized for not listening and agreeing to consider my suggestions more seriously in the future.

Even so, Hermione is the only person I can call a true friend in the entire school. Actually Hermione is my first friend ever. True, we had the Weasleys and the Blacks come around a lot, but it was not the same.

Hermione and I met when she came looking for an empty compartment, during the train ride in our first year. I was the only one occupying mine, as Rosy was with Daniel, so we shared. She knew who I was as her elder sister Sophia was friends with Daniel and Ron, and she was totally hyper excited about everything. She went off about a mile a minute on everything she knew. If I tried to ask her something, she would cut me off with a question and then go to answer it herself. It was amusing honestly, but as an 11 year old kid I found it absolutely terrifying. I realize the reason now. Over the years Mom, Rosy and Hermione have formed a sort of a trio themselves, whose sole purpose is to make my existence hell. They have formed some sort of network where monthly reports about me are exchanged and discussed. Needless to say I find a howler whenever a month ends at my breakfast table. I have learned to ignore it over the years as have most of the other students, who found it hilarious at first, but Hermione and Rosaline still go over everything Mom misses in her monthly tirade.

Even so, never have I done anything to improve on my laziness nor have I stopped their attempts at bugging me. It lets me know that someone cares. Mom, Rosy and Hermione are the three most important girls in my life. I of course love Dad and Daniel too very much, but it's not the same. I may sound medieval, but I really have this animalistic instinct to want to protect them. They may be better than me at this fighting business and I'm all for girl power, but it's not wrong to want to protect someone is it?

Now, with the rise of Voldemort I know each one of them is in danger because of many reasons. Mom for being a muggleborn, an order member, a potter, Daniel's mother and other such bullshit reasons; similarly are Rosy and Hermione.

I never have cursed my lack of battle prowess as much as I do now. It is the most recurring nightmare these days, where I find all three of them dying at my feet and all I can do is watch, useless and crying pathetically to them to 'not die'. That is why I have decided to make my move before anybody makes theirs. I will destroy Voldemort before he even entertains a thought about attacking someone.

The ministry doesn't believe that Voldemort has returned and Voldy is using this opportunity to lay low and gather his forces and make plans. It will take a year or two for Voldemort to show his face, and the order is also waiting for Voldemort to make his first move. When the Shadow Phoenix will strike, they are all going to be blindsided by our sucker punch.

Now on to more important matters, my bladder feels like it's going to burst, so that takes priority I guess.

Getting down to the Common room, I see Hermione and Rosaline waiting for me to go to breakfast. Rosaline's red hair is tied in a ponytail, and Hermione's untamable hair still look wet from her shower. They gleam slightly from the morning sunlight pouring through the windows, giving her rosy complexion a transcendent kind of look.

She's Beautiful.

Oh, did I forget to mention? I'm in love with Hermione Granger.

But… that's irrelevant in the grand scheme of things for now. I've decided to ask her for a date after I defeat Voldemort. I think that'll look cool enough, for her to agree for a date. The confession can come afterwards. Like a hundred date afterwards when my poor heart can manage it, and I have a job and a house for her to consider me a respectable individual. Yep, that sounds good enough. I hope. I can always become a dark lord otherwise. If I defeat Voldemort I'm pretty sure I'll be familiar with the territory.

Rosaline is waiting with a patient expression, while Hermione has 'you're late' tattooed all over her face. I smile as I approach them. "Morning."

Rosaline giggles and waves at me while Hermione huffs and turns sideways covering her face with her hair. Weird.

"Ready for breakfast, Harry?" Really Rosy?

"Ah! Forgot my potions kit, lemme go get it."

"Ha-Ha" Sarcasm from 'Mione, " Very funny Harry." is the usual follow up to my jokes. However pathetic they may be.

"At least I try." That's true… and unnecessary.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" Do I hear thunderclouds rolling? It's best not to get her mad.

"Genius deduction Miss Granger." OK, I did; and the Lockhart impression was going too far I think. Ah well, the wonders of youth.

I wonder what her reactio- "Aiieeeee! Holy Fu-" She did not have to kick me on the shin! Fucking hurts like hell! And after the balls it's the worst place to get hit, believe me.

And why must Rosaline giggle so much? I swear these sisters are a weird bunch.

"Enjoying the morning, Harry." Ah! Here comes dear brother. Down with the smirk, his gang in tow.

Tch.

"Oh yeah, the roller coaster that life is!" Everybody cracks up at that, except the Weasley. I swear these Weasleys are genetically loons.

We move down towards breakfast, Hermione chatting with her sister Sophia and Daniel talking to Rosy. Weasley is starting to show withdrawal symptoms so I tell them to hurry up.

After Breakfast, Danny leaves for his classes and I leave with Rosy and Hermione. Throughout classes I go over the notes I have made up on the fidelius charm and the effect of distance on magic. I have some theories that pop into my head, but there always seems to be a piece missing to it.

Magical theory states that the effect of a spell decreases with distances by a square factor. That means the Fidelius would have to be cast with impossible amounts of magic charging it, but though the Fidelius takes large amount of energy to be performed it is nowhere near the calculative estimate for it to work. The question then is, that what makes the fidelius averse to the theory of other spells.

My answer came during a free period in the library. Hermione and Rosy were talking about something when I caught a piece of their conversation.

"-so Professor Snape is going to be instructing him on it?" Hermione always calls him Professor.

"Yeah, Professor Dumbledore has been pushing Daniel to learn Occlumency for a while now. He says his mind needs to be better protected. The recur-"

It clicked. It all came rushing in at the same time, as if… as if I understood Universe and reality a little better.

Occlumency? Occlumency! Mind. Thoughts. Consciouness. Real. Non-existent. It all made sense!

I let my thoughts gather and settle down, letting them form a clear picture. When I was sure of my theory I took out my parchment and began scribbling furiously.

It was so simple now. Any spell that is meant to affect the physical world around it, is necessarily going to dissipate over long distances. You cannot hope to release a stunner in blank air and expect it to hit someone in China. No, that is a very extreme example; say a cutting curse will clearly severe a limb of a person if shot at point blank, but at a distance of 50 meters it will only leave a deep wound. But there is one branch of magic that has some exceptions to this rule.

The mind arts.

Passive legilimency can be performed, as long as there is eye contact. True it has its downside that eye contact after 100-150 meters is not possible, but as long as there is it will not make a difference if the subject is in front of you or is 50 meters away from you.

Legilimency performed by the wand cannot be said to be of a similar nature because it possesses the ability to cause someone physical harm and can fry their brains if used dangerously.

The mental connection shared by Daniel and Voldemort is also a magic unaffected by distance. It is a window into each other's mind.

So the answer zeroes in on the fact that Magic will continue to reduce in power with distance if it is meant to physically affect the world around it, but in case of magic like the Fidelius charm, it is meant to simply spread through the minds or the conscious of the people in existence. It merely locks a memory or something that is not comprehensible on a physical level.

Similar is the case with the jinx. The jinx on Voldemort's name is merely that whenever the word Voldemort was spoken it triggered a magical signal to reach the mind of the person assigned to send the snatcher squads.

Therefore in conclusion, the universal radius can be wielded by any magic as long as it does not affect the physical world directly around it. This conclusion has given me a ton of Ideas and theories that are going to be immensely useful in this war.

If I can create even one decent piece of a working magical idea which uses the concept of Universal radius, the SP is going to possess a chance against the dark lord.

I spent the rest of the day going through various ideas and theories, and confined myself to the library. If Rosy and 'Mione were surprised they didn't say much and left to their own devices. I need some good studying to be able to apply the theory of universal radius in practice.

Nevertheless, I'm making progress.