In a small village high in the isolated mountains of Tibet an eight year old Harry Potter sat on the floor next to his bed meditating. He had done this many times before but this time his meditations had a different propose. Before It had been simply to relax after a long day, to clear his mind so to speak, but now he was trying to do something entirely new. Sirius had been trying to teach him occlemency for over a year now with limited success. Sirius and Harry had spent the last seven years moving around the world ceaselessly, never staying in one place for more than a few months, never telling anyone who they really were, never making any real friends, although the endless line of women that would appear out of Sirius' bedroom nearly every morning might give another impression.

But now Harry had hope for the first time that they might stay somewhere for long enough that he would actually need to remember someone's name. Three weeks prior they had been eating breakfast in on the streets of an open air market in Nepal and had met an ancient wizard. This wizard had at first seemed rather unremarkable except for the fact that that when he stared into your eyes you were left with the impression that your very sole was being judged. When they had been about to leave they were offered an invitation to the mans home to visit with his family. Little did they know at the time that his family were the last remaining monks of Sengueï Ngaro.

Upon arrival they had been found out they mad they had met, Lama Pa, was in fact a specialist in magic of the body and was willing to aid in Harry's training. Sirius had initially been highly suspicious of the offer, not to mention the fact that there were no women, but had eventually agreed to stay for Harry to train.

Now Harry was attempting to enter a state of meditation deep enough to allow him to view his own magical core so as to better understand how to manipulate his energies throughout his body. He had been attempting this every night before bed for the last two and a half weeks and for the last week had been able to get glimpses of what appeared to be a silvery lake with many channels leading away from it. He had been frustrated with his inability to obtain more than a brief glimpse, but had been assured by Lama Pa that it would come if he would simply relax, and tonight he was feeling quite relaxed.

Suddenly Harry found himself standing on the shores of what appeared to be an endless sea of molten silver. It seemed to glow and cast a comforting light all around him. He closed his eyes and felt himself drawn along the currents in his own magic, he simply relaxed and allowed himself to drift seeing where this would lead him. As he drifted along with his magic he became aware that he was moving with direction a purpose. He opened his eyes to see where his magic was taking him, and before him he saw what appeared to be a pulsing ball of sickly green light. He stopped himself and slowly approached the sphere, it felt nothing like anything he could remember. It felt the closest to some of the medicine men he had met in Africa about a year prior, and they had readily admitted that they were practitioners of the dark arts. With this in mind Harry carefully pulled back from the sphere and away from his magical core.

Harry lay in bed that night trying to decide what it was he had seen. Perhaps it had been his own darker side, the side that Sirius had been training his to accept, and at the same time control since he had received his first wand at the age of five. Maybe everyone found something like this when they viewed their magical core. Never hading done it before Harry realized that he would nee help to answer these questions. He resolved to ask Lama Pa in the morning and fell into a fitful sleep.

It was several days before Harry saw Lama Pa again, when he did he was sitting on a mat in the shade of a gnarled old tree. Harry approached slowly and stood about five feet away waiting to be acknowledged.

"How may I help you today young one?" Lama Pa asked after several minutes.

"I was able to reach my core and have some questions I was hoping you might be able to answer for me." Harry said hesitantly. In the time he had been at the monastery he had learned that most of his questions were simply met with more questions and it could take several days to be able to deduce an answer from any given conversation, but in this case he saw no alternative.

"You may certainly ask young one." the Lama replied

Harry took a deep breath seeing another confusing conversation coming on. "Once I was able to find what I believe was my magical core during my meditation I allowed myself to drift threw my magic and came upon something father odd." Harry paused but when he received no response he continues. "I found myself drawn to what appeared to be a large green sphere which felt unlike anything I have ever felt before, it was very uncomfortable"

At this Lama Pa stopped his meditation and turned his full attention to the child before him. "Tell me child, what color did your core apear to be?"

"Silver" replied a confused Harry. He had been expecting a response which would cause him days of deep thought.

The Lama frowned "Thank you, when you meditate again please try to remember everything you can about this presence, but be sure not to come into contact with it. I will consult with some of my friends and try to answer your question as soon as possible." With that Lama Pa rose and left a thorouly confused Harry standing by himself under the tree.

Lama Pa was even more worried after a week consulting anyone he could on what he had been told by Harry. He was no left with two possibilities, either of which should have been impossible. The sphere Harry had described had obviously been from a source outside of himself. The only two things he could find to explain it were a possession, or a magical binding of his power, yet neither of these seemed to fit. If it was a possession Harry should have, at least at times, acted very differently than normal. Harry had been observer carefully in the month he had been present at the monastery and no one had observed anything out of the ordinary, no unexplained mood swings, in fact Harry was amazingly self controlled for a child of his age. This didn't even mention the fact that there was nothing in the area that he could find that would be possessing Harry. As for it being a bind on his powers that seemed to make even less sense. This type of bind should have permanently bound all of his powers. The only was to account for a partial binding would be for the binding to have been preformed by a wizard who was less powerful than Harry, in which case the wizard would have poured all of his magic into the binding and immediately died. If this had happened the binding should have been released with the death of the other wizard so there should have been no trace left of the other wizards power. either way it was dangerous to Harry and would need to be taken care of.

Lama Pa was broken out of his thought when he saw the young man in question walking across the grounds with his godfather. the Lama slowly rose to his feet and approached the two.

"Harry," he began " have you been able to learn anything else since our previous discussion?"

Harry was slightly taken aback at first never having had anyone from the monastery initiate a conversation with him, but recovered quickly. "I have spent some time studying it as you suggested, and the more time I spend near it the less comfortable I feel."

"That is to be expected young one. Can you tell me anything new about it?"

Harry paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. "I can feel my magic flowing toward it as it I am trying to contain it. Occasionally it seems to move or shift as if it is trying to find a way to escape, but my magic always shifts also and it is held in place. I do not know what it is, but whatever it is I am not comfortable with it."

Lama Pa was deep in thought, The fact that it was trying to move and evade Harry's magic lead him to believe that there was some kind of conciseness behind the actions, and that would mean a sole was at work, but he could think of no means by which the sole of another could be at work in this boy, surely he would have detected a dark wizard if he was close enough to be able to do this to Harry. None the less Harry would have to destroy this invader, and the sooner the better.

"I have been unable to determine exactly what it is that is affecting you young one, but regardless of what it is I feel that it must be destroyed." Lama pa told them.

"What do I need to do to destroy it?" Harry asked

"The only way for you to destroy it will be for you to pierce it with your magic during your meditation. Once you have done that it will be a test of your magical power, either you will destroy it, or it will destroy you."

The Three of them had been walking slowly along the edge of a cliff, but upon hearing this Sirius stopped dead in his tracks. "Excuse me? Are you telling us that you think it is a good idea for Harry to do something that could cause his death?"

"I am afraid it is the only way forward." Lama Pa replied, "as we have just heard whatever this... thing, is it is attempting to escape. I fear that given enough time it eventually will succeed and if that were to happen I have no idea what the results for our young friend might be"

Sirius looked off into the distance contemplating the wisdom of what he had been told. "Harry?" he asked

Harry looked up at the only parent figure he could remember and simply shrugged. " I'm not afraid of dieing"

Sirius let out a barking laugh. "You're eight, you think you're immortal."

Harry got a rare smile on his face. "Maybe I do, but I don't like that thing and I want it out of me"

Sirius looked up at the Lama. "What can we do to help him?"

Lama Pa look Sirius in the eye. "We can help him my allowing him to rest, by standing beside him, but ultimately we will have no say in the final outcome."

Sirius nodded slowly. "Come on Harry, lets go have lunch and relax some. We have a few days before anything will happen." With that Sirius put his arm around Harry's shoulder and lead him back the way they had come.

Several Days had turned into almost three weeks. First Harry had spend almost a week meditating twelve hours a day so that we would be more familiar with his magical core and be able to more easily control it in the confrontation that was about to occur. Then Lama Pa had suggested that he take some time to simply rest so that we would be at his strongest. After this Sirius had kept finding one excuse after another to delay the inevitable. Finally Harry had had enough and flat out stated that he would be attempting to rid himself of this presence once and for all that evening.

Now he was sitting in the center of the courtyard surrounded by Lama Pa, Sirius, and the twenty monks who lived and trained at the temple. He had spent much of the afternoon talking with Sirius, both of them attempting their best to relax before this highly stressful evening. Now there was nothing to do but get it over with.

Harry sat on the ground and crossed his legs allowing himself to relax and fall into a deep trance. After several minutes he found himself looking over what was now a very familiar scene. A large lake a glowing silver spread as far as he could see to the horizon, yet it all seemed to be flowing toward a point in the distance. Harry may have spent the last two weeks resting, but his magic had had no such reprieve. It had been working tirelessly just as it had been since that fateful night on Halloween 1981 simply to keep Harry in control of his own body.

Harry followed his magic and found himself once again staring at an orb glowing a sickly green color. He paused for a moment to prepare himself and gather his magic around him, then lashed out with everything he had and attacked the orb. Once the orb was pierced it began to fight back. Harry had initially hoped that by attacking as hard as he could at the beginning he would be able to destroy this entity quickly, but soon learned that this hope was in vain. When happy was able to push the green energy back in one place it would immediately attack in another. Several times he had been caught by surprise and it had lashed out and struck him.

Sirius was nervous, and he could tell he was not the only one. It has been several hours since Harry had entered his trance, and it was obvious to everyone that a lot of magic was being used. Sirius could feel power radiating off Harry in waves. The only thing he could even begin to liken it to were stories he had heard of what it was like to witness the duel between Dumbledore and Grindewald in 1945. On several occasions a bolt of magic had erupted from Harry and struck a nearby object. One of the monks had been struck by a falling limb when the tree he had been sitting near had been struck, but he had refused treatment. All of the monks seemed nearly as in awe of what was occurring before them as Sirius was. Suddenly the air around Harry erupted with bolts of silver light so bright that none present could look at him. It only lasted a few tenths of a second but when they looked back Harry was laying flat on his back , his body contorted as if in agony with his mouth wide a silent scream. As they watched black mist drifted slowly out of his mouth and dissolved into nothingness.