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Chapter 4: Coming to Terms

Three hours later Harry awoke feeling better than ever until he realized that the dream he had about Sirius was in fact a dream. For the second time in three days Harry broke down and cried for his godfather and cursed those responsible for his death.

After a few minutes of this he gathered himself with the intent of training. Standing up he realized that he only had three hours of sleep but felt incredibly energized.

'I guess this is the burst of energy I'm supposed to feel. I wonder if there are any other side effects of absorbing the charm?'

Having forgotten that he left the book on the nightstand he jumbed a foot into the air when he heard a thump and rapidly turning pages.

"Bloody hell! Oh...hehheh...forgot about the book."

It was again turned to the section on how to remove the charm. Harry read over it again but only read the same thing when the page turned and the answer to his question was shown.

The effects of removing the Monitoring Charm are as followed:

1.)Random moments that can last mere seconds or days of feeling energetic or completely drained.

2.) If someone that has been underfed, neglected in some physical way, or has some type of disability removes the charm they can be healed or mostly healed by the absorption of the charm. No has been able to detemine the cause of this seeing as very few people have managed to completely remove it.

Note: This monitoring charm is in reality multiple spells weaved together to suppress and control magic. This is the reason that it is so dangerous to removed.

'Wicked...That sounded way to much like Ron...Note to self never say that word again...but anyway this is amazing!'

'What to do now?'

"I suggest that you open your window and get ready for company," said a voice from above him.

"What do you mean open the wind-" This was as far as he got before noticing that he was actually speaking to someone.

Harry quickly jumped from his bed and tried to draw his wand but again found that he could not find it. When he saw the odd man again he immedialty yelled,"How the hell did you get in here?"

The man was smirking while twirling Harry's wand in his fingers.

"Well?"

"If I was you I'd be more worried about the girl coming to take you to Gringotts."

Harry managed to stutter out the he wasn't going to Gringotts when a tapping sound came from his window. With an odd look thrown to the stranger Harry opened the window for the owl and took the letter from it. With a feeling of dread he noticed that the seal was from Gringotts and already had an idea as to what it said.

"Read the letter, Potter."

With trembling hands Harry broke the seal and unfolded the letter held inside. His face showing no emotion he started reading.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Due to unfortunate circumstances your presence is needed at Gringotts for the reading of the last will of Sirius Black. We here at Gringotts are saddened to see such a fine man pass away and offer our condolences to you.

Overseer of the Black Family Vaults,

Griphook

As he finished the letter there was a sudden burst of fire and Fawkes appeared in the room. 'Oh great the old mans probably going to order me to stay here.'

"Are you so quick to assume Harry Potter?"

For the second time in ten minutes Harry jumped a foot into the air having forgotten about the man in his room.

Fawkes who had been studying the man who was not supposed to be here gave what could have been a trill of giddy suprise as he seemed to recognize him.

"Hello Fawkes, it has been a long time since we last met." At this Fawkes started sing the most peacful sounding song that Harry had ever heard from him. It sounded joyous and seemed to instill happiness into the room itself. Having finished his song the phoenix burst into flames and left the two alone.

"Ah...the song of a phoenix."

"Sir, I've heard Fawkes sing before but never like that. It made me feel as I would be eternally...peaceful. Why was his song so different?"

The man did his odd laugh again before waving his hand at Harry. His shabby clothes immediatly changed into a black silk-like robe with what appeared to be lighting bolts traversing it. The mans eyes began to flash as what looked like electricity moved through them and his body turned into a ball of blue and white lightning.

Harry blinked to maked sure he wasn't seeing things, but as he reopened his eyes the ball was gone. Not knowing what to make of that Harry just turned back to the letter from Dumbledore.

Dear Mr. Potter,

The last will of Sirius Black is to be read today at three o'clock. Nymphadora will arrive around one to escort you to headquarters so you may spend time with your friends before the reading. I offer my sincere apologies for the death of Sirius. His death was not your fault Harry and do not blame yourself for it. Under the circumstances there were no other options left for you to take. He died fighting as he wanted to. Sirius would have gladly given his life for yours any day.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Though still angry with Dumbledore Harry felt slightly comforted that such an intelligent man believed it was not his fault. Seeing that it was just nearing nine Harry decided to read up on the basics of Occlumency.

Occlumency: The Art of Mental Fortification and Organization

Occlumency was originally developed to organize the mind, but was later used to fend off mental intrusions. Though not illegal Occlumency was erased from public knowledge because it gave the average person an almost perfect memory and unbelievable control of the mind. It also allows some resistance and somtimes immunity (depending on the will of the person) against truth potions and spells.

The Basics of Occlumency:

To fully organize the mind one must literally relive all of their memories. (This is for you to know where to place them.) After going through a memory you have three options: discard, categorize, or protect it.

This book will not show you haw to discard a memory becaue this memory, no matter how insignificant, is what allowed you to recieve this book.

1.) In order to accomplish any of this you must first find the section of your mind that stores your memories.

2.) Begin to go into a meditative state and clear your mind of everything except the want to remember your past.

3.) Imagine a room that is suiting to you that has doors in it.

4.) Next will your memories to be in this room.

5.) All that is left to do is sort through them and will them through a door in which holds that type of memory. Each door should be labeled to the type of memory. For example a memory in which your most intimate moment would be in a room labeled private, love, pain, or pleasure depending on which you see it.

This room is also the first step in protecting your mind. After placing a memory in a door you musr envision the door with no handle, a lock, the door being thicker, or however you wish to protect it.

The more precious the memory the more protection placed upon it.

Placing the book down Harry decided to go ahead and see if he could organize part of his mind before Tonks arrived.

'Why do I have to have so much free time on my hands?'

He quickly began to clear his mind and after ten minutes had everything gone but the will to remember. Unable to decide what room to use he willed his memories into a very white room. Not knowing what to expect he was suprised when the room filled with floating images of his past which continuously replayed themselves.

The first door he envisioned was labled 'Destiny' and only a single memory was to be placed in this door. Wanting to do this quickly he brought forth the memory of the prophecy.

He saw Dumbledore sitting behind his desk with a pensieve. Trelawney rising above the silver liquid and her mouth speaking the words that would bound Harry to his destiny.

"The one with the power to defeat the dark lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

After going through this and the rest of the ensuing conversation Harry threw the memory at the door. He immediatly made the handle disappear and the seams of the door disappear. No one can get into a room without a door. He expected to feel sad or angry but only felt hollow.'Maybe locking the memory locked the emotions with it...or have I accepted my fate?'

He left his mind and looked at his clock to see that he still had about three hours before Tonks arrived.

'Might as well sort my mind.'

Once again in his mind Harry created a door labeled 'Hell aka The First Ten Years of Life' and started putting all 'childhood' memories there. Not really wanting to relive his childhood he rapidly scanned the memories and pushed them through the door. He placed a few fairly strong locks on this door, because he didn't want anyone finding out about his childhood.

Needless to say that removing ten years of memories made a considerable dent in the floating images.

Drawing himself from 'The White Room' he saw that it would be another hour before Tonks arrived.

Going back into his mind, which he noticed was becoming easier, he decided to sort his thoughts of Sirius from the rest. He made a door labeled 'Sirius' and placed mostly happy memories there. The only exceptions were when he realized that he couldn't live with him and when Sirius fell into the veil.

Looking back thought the most recent memories Harry began to see truth of what Dubledore said in his letter. Though he still felt it was partially his fault most of the blame was Voldemort's.

'I sorted over ten years in two hours so I might be able to finish before I leave.'

Harry created two more rooms. All of his memories of Ron, Hermione, and the Weasleys were placed in a door called Friends and Family. Most memories of Hogwarts were placed in 'Hogwarts'. Next he finished off the images by going through them and seperating the encounters with Voldemort from his adventures and they threw them in doors labeled 'Voldemort' and 'Adventures'.

Now that he was standing in a recently emptied room he had a sudden thought of inspiration. Water was spread over the entire floor and Harry left his mind with a wicked grin, but not before placing a sign that said: 'Warning! Touch doors at your own peril.'

Tonks apparated directly into his room a few moments later. 'Perfect timing.' Today she was sporting short and spiked black hair with blue eyes. She looked as if she could have been Sirius's sister.

"Wotcher, Harry. How are you doing?"

"Better than expected. How are you doing, Tonks?"

"I miss him, but Sirius wasn't the kind of person that would want you to mope around"

"Yeah...How is Remus doing?" For a moment her face flahed into what looked like pity, but was gone just as quickly as it came.

"He's...he hasn't been taking this to well...sometimes he'll look as if he's going to cry...sit and stare for hours...lock himself in his room...He doesn't talk much anymore."

Upon hearing this Harry's guilt rushed back ten fold and he lowered his head in shame. Tonks immediatly noticed this change in him.

"Harry! This is not your fault!"

"I know but I led him there..."

"You may have but you were trying to save him."

"It was a trap..."

"There was no way that you could have know that."

"He would be here if it wasn't for me!"

Getting tired of the guilt trip Tonks decided to set him straight.

"Harry," she said. "Sirius would have been dead long before it it wasn't for you."

Noticing the tone of her voice Harry looked only to see her teary eyed. "What are you talking about?"

"Harry...Sirius spent thirteen years in Azkaban..."

"I know that! What does this have to do with him dieing?"

"There are...side effects of spending so much time with dementors...if someone is in that prison for so long their minds are almost completely destroyed...He knew that one day he would be free to help you...and that knowldege gave him the will to survive where few have."

Harry was greatly shocked at this revelation. 'Why didn't he tell me?'

As if sensing his question Tonks answered before he could ask. "He didn't want you to see him so weak. He believed that if he acted strong for you then everything would be fine because you were."

Tonks enveloped Harry into a comforting hug. "It is okay to mourn for him Harry, but don't beat yourself up."

"Thank you, Tonks."

"No problem."

"Could you let go? Not that I mind such a straping young man holding me, but we should already be at headquarters."

Harry immediatly jumped away at this while blushing furiously.

"Shouldn't we be leaving?"

"Aw, your no fun" With a wink she pulled a frayed piece of rope from her pocket and moments later the room was empty.

AN: Much longer, but boring. It will become more interesting as the story progresses. I know he learned Meditation and Occlumency very fast but everything else will be much harder. And the thing with the water(Ah, the wonderous pain of electrocution), I know it was used but I don't remember who did it. If you don't want me to use it say so. I don't know when the next chapter will be out because I'm having computer troubles.

PS: The rest of the day will be played out in the next chapter and I used Griphook because I didn't want to sit and ponder suitable goblin names.