A/N: Well Damn! Since the time I posted the first two chapters this story has been added to 4 favorite's lists and 9 story alert lists. If I knew it was gonna be that popular, I'd of started writing it a long time ago.

On a side note, I'd like to thank ffefeef and Wauzi for being my first reviewers, and I invite everyone else to leave their comments and ideas. Now that that's taken care of I do have a message for ffefeef. Unfortunately, I haven't watched enough of Charmed to write a full chapter based off of their universe. That said, it is still possible that I could write an Omake for it, it would probably take me a couple chapters to post it. I'll try to have it done by the 5th chapter or so, so don't lose hope yet!

Ok, well that's everything I needed to say so...

(Edit: 1/15/2011)

ON WITH THE STORY

"I'd like to welcome you all to the 219th meeting of the Order of the Phoenix." Dumbledore said to the crowded room. "It joys me to see so many have decided to stand against the coming darkness; despite our recent differences…You have all taken the first steps to realizing your mistakes…"

"Shut up!" a voice called from the other end of the room, as Sirius Black slammed his fist on the table. "I agreed to host your damn meetings on the condition that you keep your FALSE accusations to yourself."

"But Sirius, he was found guilty…." Molly Weasley said, defending the old professor.

"By a corrupt jury, in a rigged trail" Remus responded as he cut her off, "with the help of your family…"

"Now see here!" she snapped as her face grew red.

"Molly calm down, we have more important things to discuss." the headmaster said, as the female Weasley slowly returned to sitting in her chair, glaring towards the far end of the table.

"Kids out!" she ordered after a moment.

"But Mum!" Ron and Ginny whined.

"No buts!" she snapped. "Fred and George, take your brother, sister and Hermione upstairs.

The younger Weasleys got up and angrily walked to the door. Their angry muttering stopped when they realized no one was following. Ron asked "You coming Hermione?"

"Why would I go anywhere with a traitorous little weasel like you?" the bushy haired witch snapped. "I am staying right here!"

"I won't have it!" Molly yelled. "You are still just a child! I won't have you here while we discuss such adult topics."

"Good thing it's not up to you then!" she snapped back. "My parents left me in Sirius' care, not yours! He is the only one that can tell me to leave."

"I won't have it! You're just a child!" Mrs. Weasley screamed.

"I say she stays," Sirius added with a grin.

"I said no and that's final" Molly snapped.

"This is MY house!"

"Sirius, Molly is right Ms. Granger is still a bit young…" Dumbledore said.

"Then you and your order can find a new meeting place." Sirius said with a glare towards the Weasleys. "And we won't be joining you there."

The headmaster sighed in defeat. He couldn't afford a rift in the order, not with the dark lord gaining strength. Too many people in the order doubted him already. "Nothing said her leaves this room, is that understood?"

Hermione smirked and nodded "I understand professor."

"But Albus…" Molly said in shock.

"Not now Molly!" Dumbledore snapped.

The elder Weasley flinched and nodded. She gave a resigned sigh. She sat back in her chair and turned towards her own children "Out!"

"But M…" Ron was cut off as his siblings grabbed him and fled towards their rooms.

After a moment Dumbledore rose to his feel. "As I was saying, with the coming darkness, we must stand together despite our differences and disagreements."

"So we're believing the boy then?" a member asked in disbelief. "It's obvious he's not on our side…" he cut off as Sirius growled.

"I believe that, despite his recent…complications…young Harry was telling the truth about the return of Lord Voldemort" Dumbledore said. Cries of fright and shock filled the room as order members tried to come to terms with their worst fears made manifest.

It is a difficult thing to come to terms with such a fact as this. The being that has haunted your nightmares could very well be at your house at this exact moment. How do you accept that someone is out to kill you? Wouldn't it be better not to know about them? Wouldn't people rather be happy and ignorant, or is it worse to have your happy little world crash down around you as someone blows down your door and tries to kill you? Dumbledore sighed. Life was so much easier without having to deal with such thoughts. Oh how he wished such things weren't necessary. They really distracted him from more important things…

"My friends please remain calm, in times such as these it's imperative that we remain calm and stick together. The ministry has ignored my warnings and the Dark Lord is content to hide in the shadows and build his power. We are the only ones who are preparing for him, if we let our fear weaken us before he even strikes who will be left?"

The order fell into muted thoughts. Albus let out a silent sigh. This was going to be a very long meeting.

"What about Potter?" The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Alastor Moody. He glared back, his magical eye spinning, "The boys done more against Voldemort then almost anyone present in this room."

"That traitor won't do anything against his master!" Molly shouted.

"Harry would never join him!" Sirius shouted, jumping to his feet.

"The only traitors here are you and your weasel children!" Hermione said angrily.

"It's more likely he's decided to go out on his own. Bet he is trying to replace him! Give him enough time, we'll have a new dark lord to deal with!" another voice called out.

Dumbledore fell back into his chair and groaned. Maybe order was too much to hope for…

"Why would he do that?" Harry asked, after calming down.

"Well he was either trying to kill you in a very painful and flashy way, keep you weak and controllable, or he was trying to ensure your connection to that snake like guy." Artanis answered absently.

"I'm gonna die!" Harry shouted

"Well technically you'll die someday no matter what…" Artanis said absently

"That's not the point!" screamed Harry.

Artanis sighed "You mortals have no sense of what is important. Ok look, say your magic is like a river, ok?" he said slowly.

Harry glared but nodded. The Planeswalker smirked "well if your magic is a river then the block is a highly complicated dam, while the link is like a sponge. The dam splits your magic in half; giving you access to one half while the rest is untouched except when you're highly emotional, in which case the figurative flood gates open to help. Are you still with me?"

"So basically it keeps half my magic away… and the link absorbs some of what is left?" Harry asked. The walker nodded. "And that's deadly how?"

"Well alone, neither of them would be." Artanis admitted. "But together, they will literally cause you to explode. You see, the dam splits your magic evenly, so you always have half on each side, but the link is siphoning some of it to the dark lord, causing one side to always be lower than the other."

"So my magic is constantly trying to even out?" Harry asked.

"Exactly!" Artanis exclaimed. "Since your body is still growing and adding more magic, the levels are constantly shifting back and forth, because of that the flood gates are constantly in use."

"So HOW does this kill me?" Harry asked angrily. His patience was running thin and this Planeswalker wasn't helping. Hermione was right! This guy couldn't focus his mind!

"Huh? Oh! Ok! Right! Well you see, magic is permanent so long as it has some energy in it. A stunner can last for days if you make it strong enough. On the other hand a cutting curse will leave a minor cut when you use an average amount of power since most of the spell's energy is used to make the cut. If you use more power you could sever limbs. If you were to overpower it, like you did before, the spell would not only cut off the limb, but cut into the wall behind them, and possibly anything behind that as well. Basically a spell only lasts until all its energy is released, a minor amount when it's moving, and the rest on impact. The more you use the longer it will last. So you see the flood gates will eventually fail. When they do your magic will build up until you explode in a magical display that would rival Hiroshima!"

Harry's eyes widened in shock. He'd been getting closer to dying and taking an entire city with him! Dumbledore had turned him into a living bomb! He had a lot to answer for!

"Of course if you died before that happened, your magic would have flooded the link and the resulting back lash of magic would have torn Riddle to pieces…or turned him into a god. Though I'd assume your head master had planned on the first outcome…"

Forget answers, Harry was going to kill that old man! His entire life was just a complex plan designed to destroy the dark lord. Dumbledore had led his entire existence, had directed everything with a single goal, to have Harry die and take the dark lord with him. He essentially had a two in three shot of killing the dark lord, and Harry would bet a thousand galleons that the old man had some ace up his sleeve to guarantee it.

Harry snapped out of his daze as the Planeswalker giggled and tried to keep a snow flake floating by blowing at it. "I'm going to blow up and you're playing in the snow!" he yelled angrily.

"You won't explode!" he said as he gave another blow. "The link is inactive while you are in another dimension, without the link; your magic is stable so you won't explode."

"But what about when I go back? It will just go all wonky and explode!" Harry said angrily.

"It's a bit more complicated than that…"

"…"

"…Well you'll just have to break the block first won't you?" He said before he sent the flake flying.

"You can do that?" Harry asked, suddenly hopeful.

"Nope. I can alter your physical being but I can't touch your magic or your soul, and the block is connected to both." He explained and watched as Harry's hopes shattered. "You, however, can get rid of the block and the link on your own."

Harry stared at the man in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Do I have to explain everything to you?" Artanis asked with a frown.

"It is usually the teacher's job to teach their student" Harry said, matching the frown.

"Who said I was your teacher?" Artanis asked as he continued to play in the snow.

"You said fate wants you to train me for my destiny right?" Harry retorted.

"Ya…" Artanis responded.

"And training is basically teaching right?" Harry asked, his frustration was growing, if the twitch in his eye was any indication.

"I suppose…" Artanis said absently.

"Well then since your teaching me. You are my teacher!" Harry finished.

"Well of course I'm your teacher!" Artanis said angrily. "Why would you think otherwise?"

"Just tell me how to break the bloody block!" Harry shouted.

"Well that's simple!" Artanis said with a grin. "Since your magic is stable, the block is working the way it was meant to. Instead of random influxes of magic flowing both ways you have a controlled flow that constantly refills your magic after you use it."

"How the bloody hell DO I FIX IT!"

Artanis looked affronted "Well you can use up all your magic that you can access, thus forcing the flood gates open each time to refill it. That way the magic would wear out and the gates would be stuck open."

"That doesn't sound so bad…"

"Of course that would probably take fifty years or so, and you don't have that long…" Artanis stated.

"So I'm truly buggered…"

"Otherwise, you could experience an emotional event that would expand so much magic that the gates would be shattered by the force of it. That would fix it up real quick"

Harry blinked. Then he blinked again. It was that simple? All that stress, all those useless words, all that random information and all he had to do was emotionally cast a spell? "Why the hell didn't you just tell me that from the beginning?"

"You wouldn't have understood otherwise!" the Planeswalker said. Then suddenly he turned and started walking away. "Let's go set up your room before dinner."

Harry was left confused, sputtering nonsense as he followed.

"This room sucks!" Artanis said with a frustrated groan as he entered Harry's room. "It's so boring and bland"

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, watching the planes walker warily. "Its fine…Better than the Dursleys ever gave me…"

"Nope, I hate it." Artanis grinned. "Let's fix it!"

"It's only half mine!" Harry said pointing to Rain's half of the room. "Are you even allowed to change it?"

"Of course! The professor trusts me to not to blow the place up!" Artanis said with a smile.

Harry paled "It that likely?"

"Well it wouldn't be the first time…"he shrugged and raised his hands."Oh well."

"Tanis wait!" Harry said jumping to his feet, but he was too late. With a laugh the Planeswalker brought his hands down and a pale purple light cork screwed through the air and struck the bed. Harry watched is shock as the bed bubbled and warped while a soft sizzling sound filled the room. Then the bed started to grow, like a spilt potion spreading across the floor, irregularly and uneven before it suddenly stopped. The once tall twin size was now a much lower queen sized bed. There were dark blue blankets covering the mattress and a quartet of big soft, equally blue, pillows at the head.

"Bloody hell! What was that?" Harry exclaimed.

"Matter distortion" Artanis said as he examined the bed.

"I have never seen something like that before." Harry said in amazement.

"When I'm done with you, you'll be doing far more impressive things."

"Brilliant" Harry muttered as he sat on the soft bed.

"Let's see now…definitely need to change the lighting…" Artanis said as he eyed the ceiling.

"You can do that?" Harry asked. "I thought magic and technology didn't mix very well?"

"Oh no, it mixes fine, when the muggle stuff is shielded correctly." Artanis answered. "EMP shielding can protect from magic just as easily it does an actual EMP."

"Uh…what?" Harry asked confused.

Artanis blinked. "An electromagnetic pulse?"

"What's that" Harry asked.

"Serious? What in the world do they teach in that school of yours?" Artanis said with a frown.

"Magic of course." Harry responded.

"So you don't know anything about advanced mathematics or the advanced sciences?" Artanis asked.

"Why would I need to" Harry asked. "I live in a magical world."

"Effective brain washing…oh I don't know, maybe in case if you ever have deal with muggles? You're ever forced to leave that world and end up hopping into a dimension where technology is more prominent than magic?"

Harry paled as he realized what the Walker meant.

"Potter, you are essentially, a 15 year old with barely a 5th grade muggle education and less than a 4th grade wizard one." With that he threw his hand up and a red light shot out, splashing against the ceiling, where it spread across Harry's side of the room. Harry flinched and whipped around as a spot on the wall behind him glowed, then the light faded revealing a second light switch. He turned back to see a dark blue ceiling with two pairs of florescent lights running the length of the room.

"You don't have the education needed to survive in your own world, let alone in any others." He brought his hand down to the floor and like a wave spreading from his hand, the carpet changed from a dull brown to a deep blue. "You're gonna have a lot to learn, stuff you'll need if you wanna survive." He thrust his hand out towards the far wall and another red light corkscrewed into it. The window slowly slid towards the corner of the room, as the wall mended together behind it. A floor board heater rose from the floor, pushing its way out of the wall. A pair of speakers bubbled out, one from the corner and one from his side of the room split.

"How do I pass magic off as a mutation?" Harry asked as he watched, stunned.

"The easiest way would probably be energy manipulation. Tell them you can manipulate the energy of the molecules around you, or rather the energy that binds them together. That would explain just about any spell you can do. When it gets out that you can do other things like stun, summon, turn invisible, and stuff like that, just tell them that it turns out that you can manipulate all kinds of energy, and you are just doing it in a different way."

"I don't understand…" Harry answered.

"Neither will anyone else. It will ensure that no one really tries to figure it out." The planes walker grinned.

"I understand…well I think I do…" Harry muttered.

"Good" he said as he positioned his hand at the wall behind Harry. Another red beam struck it. The window slowly pulled itself in half as the wall melted together between them, one moved to the corner where it fused with the one already there, the other half shifted towards the third untouched wall. With a smirk he shot a beam at the last wall which quickly grew a pair of speakers, opposite the ones on the far wall.

"There, that's the room, now we paint." Artanis said with a small smirk.

"Aren't you going a bit overboard?" Harry asked. "It seems a bit much."

"I rarely get to do things like this." The walker said with a pout. "Do you want me to turn it back then?"

"No, no! It's fine. Do whatever you want." Harry replied quickly. He didn't want to risk angering the incredibly powerful nut job, after all.

"Good!" he laughed as he rubbed his hands together. With a smirk he drew them apart, a multi-colored ball swirling between them. The colors twisted and blended as he eyed the walls. Slowly he raised his hands above his head. "You're gonna wanna duck…" with that he released the ball.

Harry gave a startled cry before he dived off the bed barely dodging a spray of colorful light. He kept his head down as a rapid 'FFFITTT' sounds filled the room. Then suddenly it stopped. He slowly sat up, glancing warily around. The once plain walls were now covered in odd purple shapes, like buildings with a blue background with odd grey shapes that almost seemed to float like clouds in the sky. He blinked, and it suddenly hit him. The London sky line! Purple buildings, blue sky, and lots of clouds!

"I figured you could use a taste of home…" The Walker grinned. "Now than….Furniture…Oh and I'll need a favor."

Harry slowly eased his way back onto the bed "Wh…What do you need?"

"Would you mind if I went to your world and pretended to be you?" He snapped his fingers and a soft, padded seat appeared in the corner, under the joined windows.

"Why do you want to do that?" Harry asked, surprised. He hadn't expected that!

Artanis snapped his fingers again and a dark, wood night stand appeared next to the bed. "Mostly to keep an eye on your friends for you." He snapped again and a dark red (almost purple) desk appeared against the heater. "And it would let me get some new materials for my experiments…People would freak a lot more seeing me than they would seeing you."

"What? Why would they do that? I thought I was public enemy number one?" Harry asked. He really didn't want to know what kind of experiments this guy might be doing…

"Well I did kill one of those soul suckers after you passed out…" His hand rose, only to freeze.

"YOU WHAT!" Harry yelled, once again jumping to his feet. "HOW! CAN YOU SHOW ME!"

"Killed a Dementor, used a special spell, the instructions are in the book I gave you." He waved his hand and Harry flew back onto the bed, a startled look flashing across his face. "Now sit down, shut up and let me finish this room so you can go and eat!"

Harry blinked and nodded quickly. 'Definitely don't want to anger this guy' he though silently.

"Good wizard." He said before rapidly snapping his fingers. A large bean bag chair appeared at the foot of the bed. A dresser, a book shelf, and a wardrobe appeared across from the desk, pushed against the wall next to the door, all in the same wood as the desk. At the same time a black leather rolly chair appeared in front of the desk, spinning slowly.

"Ok, see NOW this room looks good…To bad everything is empty…" He glanced at Harry's trunk and smirked "let's empty that thing…" He snapped his fingers at the box, causing the lid to pop open. He waved his hand, then closed it sharply. The trunk shuddered as things started flying out. Soon the air was full of rapidly moving objects, flying in every direction.

Harry watched in awe as clothes filled the wardrobe and dresser, clothes he had never seen, never knew existed, were now his to wear as he pleased. Pens, Paper, and his school books all filled the desk. He ducked as a poster flew at his face, turning quickly to watch as it unrolled. He jumped slightly as the familiar shape of a horn tailed dragon silently belched fire from its new home, stuck to the wall above his bed. He turned to the book shelf as he heard a loud thump. His eyes widened as he watched the sword of Gryffindor settled on the top shelf, a broken Basilisk fang on the second shelf along with the penknife Sirius gave him. Hagrid's flute and the Marauder's Map settled onto the bottom. He flinched back as his photo album flew past his face, landing on the night stand. Quickly an alarm clock and a lamp joined it. Only then did he notice the new CD player sitting on the bottom shelf, with the Planes Walker's book on the shelf under it. A quiet roar brought him back to the dresser, where a toy dragon was trying to knock over a silent sneak-a-scope. Behind them a sleeping Basilisk rolled onto its side. A long black coat hung from a metal hook on the closet door.

Turning with an expectant look, Harry was surprised to see his Quidditch uniform, displayed in a glass case, hanging over his desk. Surrounding it were moving pictures, copies from his photo album, he realized with a smile. On the left was a picture of Him standing with Sirius, than one of him sitting in class with Remus, and finally one of him and Hagrid. Underneath the case was a picture of the Championship Quidditch team from his third year, luckily without brooms. On the right hung a picture of Harry and Hermione sitting by the lake, than one of him and his owl Hedwig, and finally one of all four Triwizard champions.

Harry glanced around the room in shock, not noticing as the almost empty trunk settled under the bench by the window. "This is…its bloody brilliant!"

The Walker grinned "On your feet wiz kid, now it's time for dinner." With a final snap of his fingers, a Chinese paper screen appeared on Rain's half of the room, a pale sun set painted across it.

"What's that for?" Harry asked as he reached the door.

"Her privacy…So she doesn't have to change in front of you." He answered, silently adding 'unless she wants to. You never know what a person may enjoy…'

Harry nodded as they both walked out the door. He watched as the Walker cast a spell on if just as it snapped closed. Artanis, seeing yet another questioning look on the boys face, groaned. "It's a ward that will 'freeze' everything magical whenever someone, who doesn't know about it, risks seeing it."

Harry nodded as they walked down the empty hallway. "Hey Tanis?"

The Planeswalker twitched slightly 'So many freakin questions!' he thought angrily. "What Potter?"

"Why was everything blue?"

"I LIKE BLUE!"