A/N: I had written out…an obnoxious, angry, flaming review for a few people who I think should know who they are…who left me reviews I resent. However, on re-consideration I've decided not to post my original Author Note. I will simply say, if you think this is too slow paced, go read a plotless smut, because you will not find that here. If you think I'm an attention seeker-go read something else and don't give me your attention. And if anyone asks me to flood chapters again simply because the story is finished on my comp…well…suffer my wrath. "How does a update once a month sound?" I will do it too, if I ever get that again. Are we crystal?

Now…onto the story. And thank you FairyNiamh for trying to protect me from the stupid people.

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise. All HP characters and places belong to JK Rowling.

Just What I've Never Wanted

Chapter Three

Harry stood before the Headmaster's stone gargoyles at a loss. He didn't know the last password the man had had…and it had been a week since he'd been out according to the Mediwitch.

Suddenly the problem was solved for him as the gargoyle jumped aside and Professor Dumbledore appeared on the stairs behind it.

"Ah, Harry. I see you're finally awake. Poppy did tell you I wanted to speak with you?" He turned around and continued. "It's wonderful to see you up and about my boy. You and Severus were quite the puzzle. Anyway," He gestured Harry into his office ahead of him. "Tea? Lemon Drop? I've found a new kind of muggle candy too that I'm growing quite fond of. M&Ms they're called."

"Err," Harry's mind struggled for a moment to keep up with the stream and jumbled questions queued to join the ones he already needed answered. "Maybe some M&Ms?"

Professor Dumbledore had circled to his desk and sat, looking over his crescent-moon shaped glasses at Harry. "Have a seat." He pushed the candy bowl forward. "And be careful, the bowl is rather attached to the chocolates. You have to pluck one out really fast." Dumbledore gave Harry a wide smile.

"Right." Harry put his hand back down. "Okay. Madam Pomfrey said you would tell me what's going on. Why am I forbidden from magic? How come I can suddenly see? Because from her reaction I don't think the nurse did anything. How did I end up in a coma? And why was Snape in one too? Didn't the spell we made protect him? Why did you say we're a puzzle? What…" Harry trailed off as the Headmaster held up a hand.

"I'll answer the easier questions first. I said you and Severus were a puzzle because you are. Poppy and I have no idea why you both went into a magical coma. We know why you did, but not Severus." He carried on over Harry's attempt to speak. "The spell you created worked perfectly. Severus was shielded from the backlash of Voldemort's demise. I cannot however tell you why when you went down he went down. Because honestly, I do not know." Dumbledore opened his hands with a slight shrug and shut them back together with a sharp clap. "But as you are both healthy and as happy as you usually are in Severus' case, we see no need for concern in that area."

"But Snape's still asleep. And why…"

"Oh? No. He woke just after you left." The Headmaster wandered off on a tangent in a conversational voice. "The castle is still having some problems recovering from the battle. The wards are slowly being fixed and it's affecting her magic. My gargoyle is therefore malfunctioning and Severus with a barked order would be able to access my office." Dumbledore's benign smile widened. "Therefore I've ordered the statue not to let him in."

"What?!" Harry's green eyes widened in shock. "But…but!"

"Oh it's quite necessary I assure you. While you were walking here Madam Pomfrey Floo called me to confirm some suspicions of mine. I will speak to Severus after I've finished with you." The Headmaster turned serious. "Harry, how can I say this? You've come into an influx of magic."

The Gryffindor's mind slipped away from a fresh question about Dumbledore's 'suspicions' concerning Snape to his supposed magical influx. "Is that why I can't do magic? My core's fluctuating?"

While training with Professor Dumbledore Harry had been taught the more subtle areas of magical education to do with magical cores, auras and tapping into magical wells. The magic sometimes bordered on Grey, being somewhat Elemental, with Earth rituals and Summonings. His magic was deeply entwined with many Summoning rituals now as he had gathered some of his power from his core, where most wizards never touched. Therefore, of course, his first thought was that Voldemort's death had affected his magic. They were after all linked by his scar. But he wouldn't mind weakening magically. 'Perhaps it'd even stop the fear of the populace that if he ever went Dark he'd annihilate them all.' Harry shook his head with a small smile.

"It is just temporary though right? When my magical level settles down I can do magic again?"

The Headmaster sighed. "It's not going down Harry. It's going up."

"Up." Harry asked, between confusion and denial as he figured out why he was here. "Up as in, my magic is growing more? No. No." He pushed up out of his chair, agitated.

"We don't know if perhaps your scar and connection with Voldemort was dampening more powers of your own. Perhaps one of the Summonings had longer lasting effects than we thought. I don't know. But you've been in a coma because your body was trying to adapt to all the power you have. As you're awake now…we assume that your body has settled into some sort of equilibrium."

"I…I did feel a bit…energized on waking. But I don't really feel any different now. Is it done? This is all, right?" Harry asked beseechingly.

"I'm afraid to ask you to do a spell Harry. While you were asleep and I actually was next to you I could feel your magic. It's wild, untamed, untrained. It's different. What you feel now is only probably at most, thirty percent of the power your body possesses." Dumbledore's blue eyes were twinkle-less. "You are truly the most powerful wizard alive Harry. And you've not reached your majority yet."

"Oh Gods." Harry fell back into his seat as what Dumbledore told him hit. "It's not over yet is it?" He didn't even have to bother to answer but Professor Dumbledore shook his head anyway.

"Your body has stored most of your magic, blocking it off from you. When you turn seventeen and reach your majority I expect you'll need to be brought back to Hogwarts for another bout of time. If even a half of your magical potential were reached you'd go into a coma again. You will never be able to fully harness what you possess. Your body wouldn't be able to take it. But, Harry the reason you can't do magic is because you have to relearn how to do it all. From Wingardium Leviosa."

"Relearn it? I don't understand…"

"If you were to try a simple Lumos with your wand…the intensity of the light would be equal to something of a firecracker going off. It wouldn't hurt you of course, but I'd be blinded. Shall I go outside and offer you a chance to try it wandlessly? The intensity would not be as great as you were still not fully trained in that area."

"I…I don't think I need to." Harry's voice was faint as he stared unseeingly at his shaking hands. He had reached internally for his magic and encountered…a wild thing. It wasn't the magical core he was familiar with. Perhaps he should eventually go back to the mediwitch…? Perhaps his knowledge of feeling that thing when Voldemort had fallen would help them figure out what had happened.

"Harry. Do not be afraid of your abilities. A wizard of your magnitude could do great things for the wizarding world. Whatever field of magic you may decide to join after your graduation from Hogwarts would be lucky to have you."

"But I'm not normal. Never normal." Harry's voice shook as he replied tightly.

"Perhaps not. But mediocrity is overrated." The Gryffindor's head shot up in surprise as a hand landed on his shoulder. He'd never even heard Dumbledore get up. "After you wake from your majority I'd like you to come to my office. Remember that okay Harry?" The Headmaster's eyes twinkled.

"Y-yes Sir." He lowered his head accepting the comforting squeeze of his shoulder. "What…what happens now then?"

"Well, there's three more weeks to the year. We can start to retrain you before you go home. You can't go back to any of your classes of course. You do have to spend those two weeks of July with your family. But when you come back to Hogwarts…what you do after then is your own decision."

'That, that was something at least. This was his last summer with the Dursleys. He could get his own home. Do whatever he wanted…well, get his own home.' Harry gave a humorless laugh. 'When the Ministry finds out…I probably won't even be allowed free use of my wand.'

"We will find a way to help you control it. As long as they never know how much power you really have…" The Headmaster commented as though reading his mind.

"They won't consider me a threat." Harry raised his verdant eyes to Dumbledore. "Do you think it's wise to help me hide it though? Suppose, suppose on day in public I do lose control? Wouldn't it be wise for them to know what I'm really capable of?"

Dumbledore gave his favorite student a grim smile. "Even if they knew, if you lost control they wouldn't be able to stop you anyway, short of killing you, somehow. So why bother getting them all ruffled?" The blue eyes twinkled suddenly. "You don't deserve to live in fear. In fact, I guarantee you won't. I'll be one of the people teaching you. After all I'm second most powerful after you. I can pass on what little tricks I know."

Harry laughed, sending welled tears down his cheeks as he mustered a quirky grin. "Then three weeks isn't nearly enough time to get me trained is it Professor? But it's a place to start."

A/N: Now, allow me to clear this up again in case we have some mentally deficient people out there...#ahem#. I have finished this fic...ON MY COMPUTER. Meaning it's not finished posting...but it's all done on my comp. But I'm having some resolution issues so I wanted ideas if any reviewers had them on what I can add. But nevermind that, as I said I'll get back to you guys in about twenty chapters because obviously you can't give me ideas if you haven't read up to the point I stopped at.

Are we crystal now? Or still mud?