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The True Journey of Harry Potter

Chapter 17 – The quest part 5 – the task

"A task?" repeated the boy-who-lived.

Master Fane nodded before he spread his wings again. "However," he said, "I think we'll need some changes on this little island first. Why don't you get back into the boat and pack your things? It might be a while before you can resume your trip."

Harry Potter complied absentmindedly. As Harry was about to step on the dais of the flagpole, Master Fane called back. "By the way, young Harry, you did forget the password. This mistake will not do well for you to forget. I hope you remember to be more careful next time."

'Password?' thought the boy as he was packing in the cabin. Harry berated himself for his carelessness. Prince Naraj had mentioned it and he had all but forgotten.

Outside, while our little hero was brooding, Master Fane was busy calling his magic to expand the island a little wider and with a snap of his fingers, there was a small hut appeared with a lawn full of flowers and various plants. A few trees were surrounding the lawn and the lady statue was now in the middle of a pond. From the land to the statue were round stones. The statue itself was raised up on a pillar.

When Harry got out of the cabin, he was amazed and stood still at the sight before him. The mysterious man was nowhere to be seen. Harry walked up to the island again, this time following a small pathway leading him around the pond to the hut's door. The boy noticed that there was a carving on the wooden door and looked at it admiringly. It was a picture of a Chinese dragon flying or floating as it had no wings in the middle of clouds with a small fireball in front of it like it was chasing after the ball. Its serpentine body was very similar to nagas, but it had four legs with five claws in each.

"Amazing, isn't it?" a voice asked behind him causing the boy to turn back. Master Fane had changed into a white tunic with a golden-rimmed robe. His hairs were put up and coiled with gold rings. He was wearing a diadem with a pure white pearl rested on his forehead. There was an aura of greatness emitting from the man. Harry felt like he was meeting a royalty; someone lording over kings and queens, like he was just lowly dirt being graced by the man. Master Fane smiled getting the surface thought of the boy just by the look of his face. "Now, young Harry, are you ready for your task?"

The word 'task' brought Harry out of his muse. Right, the task, he thought, why can't it be just a simple boat-ride and be done with it? The boy looked expectantly at the mysterious man.

"I see you're ready," said Master Fane smiling, "First, get into the hut. Here's the hint." The winged man gave Harry a piece of parchment and flew away.

Harry looked at the note he received and pondered. It read,

Pass…

Purity…

Power…

-o0o-

Up above the island, Master Fane stood in mid-air watching the boy. The air beside him started to shimmer and a vortex appeared. In the middle a portal expanded until wide enough for Master Fane to step in. The mysterious man smiled waiting patiently. The vortex was gone, only the portal remained and someone was stepping out of the darkness. It was a female version of Master Fane with dress robe and diadem.

"Greeting, my Rani," said the winged man.

The lady smiled back curtsying. "My Raj, how's everything?"

"As you predicted, the Guild of Magic works. The boy is down there trying to solve the little message you left for passing Magara's guarding. How's your trip?" Master Fane asked conjuring a floating throne for both of them.

"Tiresome," answered the Rani sitting down gracefully. "The Inter-universal Committee had decided to let the war in Galaxy Doom goes without interfering. Our non-magical scientists almost succeeded getting on Mars and our counterparts there are quite mad at us not stopping them. Anyway, they accepted our apologies and will not let the 'Earthian' as they love to call us get any further, at least for a few more years. The 'Plutonian' are mad that some of our astronomers are thinking of removing their planet out of our solar system. Practically, some of them are quite glad we do that, since they won't be disturbed by us any longer. These stargazers, I just hope I can storm into their labs and knock some sense into those scientific fools. You know full well that I hate this kind of meeting."

Master Fane laughed, "my, my… I told you to just leave it, but you didn't listen."

"Anyway," the lady cut him off, "How did he pass the names quest?"

Her raj quirked up smirking without answering, this got her irritated. Rani huffed before closing her eyes meditating. Her face slowly blossomed into a grin.

"So, at least he got them right even though he seemed not understanding the reason behind it," she said with pride, "now, you tell me those reason, will you, my dear Raj?"

"Oh," Master Fane exclaimed mildly, "I thought you got it by now, Rani." Seeing her dark look, he hastily explained.

"First of all, do you see the implication of those four names? Right, well… Let's see… His origin started with the two families of Intra and Ambrosius. Then, the names changed once the families relocated. Ambrosius became Evans while Intra became Potter, thus, starting other main branches of those families. Harry, right now, does not really know the position he holds in the main families. He knew and had accepted the duty of Lord Potter in the British government and Master Evans of the Squib Society. That's right, they don't know it yet, but Harry knows. We'll see how the Squib Society changes; actually they're changing at the moment. I guess it would not be long now that the society will change their name. And if my Sight is correct, you're going to be the one organizing it, don't you, my Rani? You've planned it all along."

His Rani, his elegant lady, giggled at his accusation. Master Fane followed suit, manly of course. He let a glance down at the island below seeing the boy's frustration. "I hope he doesn't pull his hairs bald." He said laughing with his Rani joining him.

"Now, back to our story," The Raj said clearing his throat. "The Evans and Potter responsibilities are fulfilled. But the boy still doesn't know his place in the main lines. As the only heir of Intra, he's the Prince of Himabhanta. And as an heir of Ambrosius or, as they now call it, Merlin, he is the Master of those things…" Master Fane paused looking thoughtful.

The lady patted him on the shoulder, "We will rectify our shortsighted mistake, my dear Raj."

"I know, my Rani, I know. I still can't believe Merlin and Morgana would not hold us responsible for their lost." Master Fane said sadly. "Anyway, where are we? Oh, right, the Master of those things. Harry still has to pass our test and claims his true heritage of the Intra and another test of the Ambrosius. He has come along fine, passing your little daughter at the bridge and Devon's little play."

"YOU LET THE FOUL MONSTER TESTING OUR HEIR!?" shouted Rani, unknowingly causing a small whirlwind that Master Fane demolished with a wave of his hand. "What were you thinking?"

"Well," Master Fane replied cautiously, "it's just a test, and you knew that the boy has been trained."

"Be that as it may, still, A DEMENTOR! I'll make a visit to the demon soon," threatened the also-mysterious lady.

"Now, now, Rani, you'll do no such thing," chastising Master Fane. "I asked him to."

Hearing that, the lady turned to look at him promising a horrible punishment. "You better wish there's no lingering damage to the boy physically, emotionally or magically, Fayra Fane Raj."

Ooppsss… the full name, how can I get out of this mess? Master Fane thought franticly. "Not to worry, dear. He's fine and I checked thoroughly."

"You're still not off the hook, Fane," said the lady darkly.

"Of course, my dearest," replied the man sighing discreetly. "By the way, any question? I think it's time I introduce you to him. A motherly figure would do him well to calm the boy to finish the test, especially since you are the one who set it yourself."

"One question," said Rani looking down at the boy before turned to him, "why is the Flamel not among those names?"

"Ah, the point of all," replied Master Fane smirking playfully. "Don't you know that the Flamel is just another branch of the Evans?"

"Of course, I know," Rani said pondering the information. "Okay, I see the point. Since the Flamel was actually Evans, a minor line of family who actually consisted of a couple, Nicholas and Penerelle, It doesn't really count."

"Right on one," Master Fane smiled, "it is also that the Flamels do not intend to have heir for they have already willed all of their wealth and stuff to go back to the Evans once they leave this realm to their next great adventure."

After that, the two mystics flew down to the island; the throne vanished with a wave of Rani's hand.

-o0o-

Harry Potter, a prodigy in all, the boy-who-lived, the Lord Potter of wizarding Britain, Master Evans of the Squib Society, etc. was frustrated beyond his limit. It was true that he loved solving puzzles and the hint he got from the mysterious Master Fane was really intriguing, but the 3 words had really no meanings to him at the moment.

Pass… Surely it could be both verb and noun. What does it have to do with getting the door to open? The boy thought furiously. He had tried opening the door every ways he could think of, but the freaking door would not budge. It had no lock, knob, handle or any hiding key hole apart from the wood plate carving of the dragon.

An hour later, Harry heard wings flapping from above. He looked up and saw the mysterious man before dismissed him without any interest, feeling bristled up with the man. However, a moment later, he looked up again and noticed that there was another entity beside the man. She looked exactly the same as Master Fane, but clearly a female with long raven hairs waving behind her.

The two mysterious winged people land in front of him. While the man was looking careless, the lady was smiling at him sweetly. "Greeting, young traveler," she said, "any luck with the door?"

If harry was starting to like her, he was not at the least wanting to talk to her because of the question. However, being drilled in with manners by his aunts, the boy bowed and replied. "Holy goodness, may your days be prosperous and safe, ma'am. I am trying to solve the puzzle, but still having no progress."

Master Fane chuckled turning to his Rani, "My dear Rani, he's yours. I'll be back later." With that, he vanished in thin air.

Rani was a bit mad at her Raj leaving like that, but the young heir in front of her was more interesting at the moment. "First of all, my dear, I am Fayra Fane Rani," she introduced herself, "you might wonder about resemblance, my husband had decided to take the name with his lacking sense of humor and issued me with his, but as I am a female, it's Rani instead of Raj."

"Ruler…" Harry muttered hearing the explanation.

"Correct," said the lady, "we are rulers, but you'll find out soon what we rule. Anyway, I'm sure he has not told you what you should call him. For now, you may call me Mistress Fayra and him Master Fane. Those are what everyone calls us anyway."

"Yes, ma'am," the boy nodded.

"Now, you seem stuck with my puzzle, aren't you?" asked Mistress Fayra.

"Your puzzle?" questioned Harry, "err… right, I can't really think of the way these words stand for. I mean, 'Pass' could mean I have to pass the following words or it could mean I need a pass."

"Then think carefully, young Harry," the lady told him smilingly. "I'll give a further hint. Since you started your trip, what has come to you as a pass?"

The boy's eyes brightened and he pulled out the letter of invitation from his pocket and showed it to Mistress Fayra and smiled cheekily. Though, when he saw the lady's face, his face dropped. "A pass, Harry," she said encouragingly, "it could be in any form."

Harry thought hard and remembered what Master Fane said the last time. "Oh!" he exclaimed silently. "There's no greater good and road to hell is paved with good intentions," he said it out loud, but it did not seem right. Mistress Fayra's smile blossomed, but she shook her head. Harry frowned. He had said it right and exactly as he had been told. What was wrong with it? Then, he recalled the last words of Prince Naraj, 'said it in parceltongue.'

"There's no greater good and road to hell is paved with good intentions," chanted the boy in the snake language. Suddenly the air around him seemed to pick up speed. A small wind rushed past him and he heard a deep growl behind him.

"Who dares wake me?" said the voice causing Harry to jump and turned to look at the wooden door. The dragon was moving now and it seemed to stare right at him. "Well? Are you going to just stand there like a dumb fool or passing through this door?"

Mistress Fayra chuckled seeing the boy's reaction and told the dragon, "Be good, Magara. He's just a little boy."

Her saying in parceltongue got Harry's attention. "You spoke…" he said dumbly turning back.

"Of course I speak, Harry," she replied. "Now, the guardian of the door is asking you, isn't it? What's the next step?"

The dragon, Magara, let out a sound of scoffing laugh, but kept its eyes on the boy. Harry was thinking of the second word in the hint paper. Purity… He did not understand what purity had to do with him passing the door. Well, a pass simply referred to a password. Then, purity could be something simple too, right?

Seeing that Harry still stuck, the fair lady just smiled and granted him another hint. "Harry dear, what is the issue of purity in the magical world?"

This turned on a light in his mind. Harry knew about blood purity, but why did it was so important? Was it really another issue he had to face in this ancient land? He hoped not. While it was true that Harry's blood could not be purer as the Potters were pure-blood and the Evans, although squibs were also a line of pure-bloods. But that did not count in the Britain's wizarding world, did it?

"Well, the hint leads me to blood, but what do I have to do with it?" pondered the boy unknowingly said it out very silently, but it was heard nonetheless.

"Come now, boy!" scolded the dragon behind him. "You're trying to pass my door, at least be a dear and look at me!"

Harry turned abruptly and went wide-eyed as he now noticed that the carving was now full of colors. The serpentine body's scales were green and the belly part was pearly pinkish white. The horn was reddish brown with golden mane, antenna-like whiskers, fin and tail. Its teeth and fangs were white. The only parts that were colorless were the eyes. From his memories, Harry recalled the significance of the Chinese dragons; head of a camel, body of a snake, tail of a fish, long whiskers like a human's moustache, horns of a stag, ears like an ox, belly of a clam, scales those of fish, legs and feet of tigers, claws of eagles and eyes of demon. Right! The Eyes! Harry suddenly dreaded of what he had to do. While he was not afraid of blood and used to pain from bleeding since he had to deal with it a lot doing witchcrafts and rituals, he was quite scared to doing it right now. What if his blood was not pure enough? What if his surmise proves to be wrong?

"Oi!" came another shout from the dragon, "just do it already!"

Harry turned back to Mistress Fayra briefly and got an encouraging nod. He took out his ritual knife from his belt, which he had it carried all the time along with various other useful accessories and trinkets. Cutting across his left palm, Harry smeared the blood on the eyes of the dragon. Magara, the carved dragon hummed as the blood was absorbed into the wood and slowly the whole carving looked alive. "Such a sweet blood," Magara hummed, "a powerful one and purest of pure, too. You are worthy to pass the door, young master. I bade you good luck and safe journey." At that, the door vibrated and shimmered before slowly faded and in a moment it was gone revealing a nice and familiar room. It was just like the cottage in Avalon. Harry felt a pushing on his back and he stepped through.

Fayra was sure the boy was not silent for just seeing the decoration of the hut. Something bothered him and it was so that he became quiet and looked thoughtful. "What's in your mind, young Harry?" she asked him as he was having a distant look being pushed down on a couch.

"Why?" the boy whispered, "why blood was so important? I thought that kind of prejudice remains only in the British and part of the European countries."

Ah, the blood purity issue… Mistress Fayra smiled warmly at the boy and replied. "Harry, it's not about blood purity that was important. No, scratch that. The purity of blood in the test was for a different reason, not in the same manner how the British and most Western Europeans wizards hold. In their foolish minds, they thought being pure-blood means better and stronger, but in true, it was what they tried to believe and it was changed from the original prospect of magic. Purity of heart is what magic hold true. What's the better way to test it, if not for the blood? Every being has blood, various in colors and forms, but all comes from the same source in their body, the heart. Bloods hold the secret of the being. Magara, the dragon, was there to test your power, your mind and your belief. When he said you're worthy in both power and purity aspects, it means that he found you trustworthy and powerful enough to be doing the task set ahead of your life. You have a lot to do, Harry."

"What do I have to do?" asked the boy timidly, "I'm just a boy, Mistress Fayra. It's true that I know more than others my own age, but still."

Low self-esteem and degrading himself… Huh? So humble, my dear heir… Mistress Fayra would love to tell everything to the boy right then, but she knew it was not the time. "Harry," she said, "I cannot tell you what's ahead of your life. One thing I can assure you though is that I'll be there with you and Master Fane too, along with every ones of your families."

"But why me?" cried the boy desperately. "Why can't I be just a normal boy? Why can't my life be as simple as Dudley? Why my life seems so complicated?"

Ah… the irony of it all… The mysterious lady just grabbed the boy into a hug and held him tight as tears poured down the boy's face. She let Harry cried out of his frustration. A few minutes later, Harry seemed to stop crying and looked up at her with determination. "It's about power, isn't it? With the power I have, that's why my life is as it is."

"It's not just that, Harry," Mistress Fayra replied, "there's more, not just how powerful you are, but it is part of the whole reason. Great power comes with responsibilities. But the major factor is Fate. You're destined to be a figure many tried to be. True, you've lost great many things in your life, but in the same time, you gain something. There are so many possibilities, Harry. You could just be another orphan, naïve little boy being manipulated to your fate and forced to fight the war not your own. You could just become a powerful boy having your parents with you and in the end fight on your own and become another evil. You could have been a spoiled child and with an attitude that brings your own demise. You could have… ah… I'm rambling now, aren't I? Anyway, we, Fane and I, have decided to step in and created all of these hazards just in the hope to shape this very planet and world into something better. We are old, Harry, too old and tired. Just like your other pair of ancestors, we want to rest and just watch the world grows itself. We love the world so much that it pains us to just sit by while the human beings and some other creatures are doing either knowingly or unconsciously destroying the very world they reside."

Harry perked up. He just heard the lady said something that implied something and he wanted to make sure he heard it right. "My other pair of ancestors?" he asked, "Are you saying that…"

Mistress Fayra smiled at the boy. She knew he would notice her slip. She did not do it on purpose, but got carried away in her speech trying to soothe him. She nodded hugging him tighter. "I shouldn't have said that, but it's true. Fane would be mad."

"Then," Harry tried to clarify his thought, "you're the Intra and Rani?"

"No," the answer got the boy to frown. "But we are a level above the couple."

Harry looked at her with shock expression. Mistress Fayra shook her head to clear her mind and said to the boy bringing him out of his stupor. "Let's not talk about it now, Harry. You're not supposed to know about it yet, so keep it between us for now, alright?" The boy just nodded. "Then, rest a bit, Harry. I'll prepare some dinner and after the meal, we will start your final task of this particular quest. And we will have a true family talk with Fane joining us later."

-o0o-

Master Fane sat meditating in his private chamber. His white wings folded covering his body protectively. In front of him, on another raised ground, there sat five priests and priestesses. These were his personal counselors, all hermit who left the normal world, both magical and mundane, to seek the truth of life.

"Behold, my dear friends," a voice rang through the natural cave where the chamber located alerting their master's arrival to his true physical body. The wings were gone and Master Fane shifted from the lotus mediating poise to a comfortable one. "It had come to the point that I'd need to bring someone into this very sacred land."

"My Lord/Master," promptly answered by the five counselors.

"My priestesses," said Master Fane opening his vibrant purple eyes, "you two will leave this chamber and go to your mistress' awaiting her return."

"As you wish, master," came the replies from two females on the stage. The two priestesses got up and left graciously. They seemed to be gliding instead of walk.

"You three," continued the mystic turning to the remaining priest. "Make a visit to the Temple of Dawn; inform the abbot that a new novice will be coming to learn the way of life and the art of martial. Arrange someone from the Hall of time to prepare the training ground at the temple. Call the best men and women from each temples and villages. It's time they do what they have been foretold."

"It shall be done, my lord," said the three priests getting up and left the chamber.

Master Fane graced a small smile at the cave's entrance where his people just walked out. "Yes, it's time…" he muttered softly.

-o0o-

"Harry…" his name was called. The boy was currently sleeping peacefully on the couch. "Harry… it's time…"

Slowly awakened from his rest, the boy sat up. "Mistress Fayra?"

"Yes, Harry," came the reply. "Get up and refresh yourself. It's time for dinner."

The boy complied. Ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom looking lively. The lady called him and told him to start his meal. "No need to wait for my wayward husband now. He's quite busy, I'm sure," she said cheerfully joining him.

The conversation was light and mainly focusing about his trip in Himabhanta. Harry learnt that the honorable nymph was indeed Mistress Fayra's adopted daughter. The friendly lady told him stories of various magical beings she had met and befriended, some even got to be honored as her sons and daughters, not just another acquaintances. The mystic couple had lived long, far too long and she explained some of the reason of war, mysterious events and situations through the time of her long life. A family bond started to form at the very moment and Mistress Fayra, and to an extend Master Fane, became like grandparents to our young traveler, just like Merlin and Morgana had been.

It was late, almost ten in the night when Master Fane finally joined them. Having sleep almost the whole afternoon, Harry was still wide awake.

"Took you long enough," said Mistress Fayra greeting her husband. "I was about to start the next step with Harry without you.

"Oh," said the mysterious man, "I know you'd wait for me, my dear Rani."

Harry suppressed his laughter seeing the couple bickering. Suddenly, he felt eyes on him and he had to restrain himself from backing away.

"Now, boy," said the master, "I hope you are ready for the coming pain."

"FANE!" exclaimed Fayra, "you're scaring him and don't call him 'boy', he's got a name!" She reprimanded.

"Alright, alright!" replied the man shooting a dark look at the boy, "only met her for a few hours and you already turned her against me."

"FAYRA FANE RAJ!"

"Sorry, dear," Fane tried to wheedle his way out of trouble. "Now, young Harry," he said giving him a secret wink whispering, "she loves me, no worry there."

"I heard that!"

"Fine, fine," said the man, "Harry, do you remember the feeling earlier in the afternoon when your body sprouted wings?"

"Yes, sir," replied Harry.

"How was it, Harry?" came the question from Mistress Fayra.

"Umm… Like I can't breathe, my back was splitting and it's itching all over my body. There's a strange feeling of something ruffling behind my ears," explained Harry and upon seeing their look, he added, "Is that normal?"

"Oh my goodness…" gasped Mistress Fayra while Master Fane just looking thoughtful.

"No, it's not," said the man after a few minutes of thinking. "It seems, my young heir, you're so full of surprise!" With the last sentence, Master Fane also shut his mouth and sheepishly turned to Mistress Fayra. Harry, for his part, tried very hard to not laughing out loud. Here, the man who controlled such immense power, did a mistake.

"I think I let it slip, dear," Fane whispered to his wife. "I think he didn't get the slip up, though."

A small giggle from Mistress Fayra was all it took Harry to burst out his laughter.

"Okay," Fane just looked at his two companions, "what's the joke I missed?"

Mistress Fayra tried to regain her composure, while the boy was still clutching his abdomen hurting from his laughter. "He knew, Fane. I let it slipped a while ago."

"So, what's so funny, boy?" Master Fane asked Harry giving him another dark look. Harry was alerted that he might have offended the Mystic. "Sorry, sir," he apologized softly regaining his composed behavior.

"Anyway," cut in the lady. "Harry, do you know what does it mean?"

"Huh?" he was puzzled.

"A bit slow, isn't he?" Fane bit in. Seeing an angry look from his wife, he started to explain. "The reason, my boy, your grandmother was shocked…"

"Fane!"

Master Fane just smirked at his name calling wife, "Okay, not your grandmother, then."

"Of course, I am his grandmother, although many great removed. But you made it sounds like I'm very old. Right, I'm not the girl you tried to chase after anymore, am I?" the lady just scoffed.

"I didn't mean that," Master Fane tried to make up. "And you know it, my dear wife."

Unknown by Master Fane, Mistress Fayra gave Harry a wink before continued pouting. Not for long though, she let out a giggle like a small girl later.

"Alright," said Fane calmly, "the reason Fayra was shocked is that your symptoms show signs of almost every element. That means you're not just only wind element affinity, but also water and the other two, though not sure which. It could be both, which means you're all four elements affinity. It's really unheard of. I mean, even your Mistress Fayra and I have only two elements affinity, wind and water."

It was Harry's turn to be surprised. Mistress Fayra just beamed at him. "It's unheard of, but possible, Harry." She told him. "I guess, Merlin and Morgana are fire elements or either is one while another is earth. This is what we'll have to find out."

It all made senses to Harry. He did actually know that Grandmother Morgana was a fire elemental witch. He nodded and relayed his thought to Mistress Fayra who had a thoughtful look on her face.

"Now," said Master Fane who was quiet for a while. "I'd normally start with the three processes of finding the true or the Path to Enlightenment. But seeing that you're brought up in a western culture, it would take ages for you to undergo our way. Therefore, we'll skip the first and the third and just maintain the second one."

"That," added Mistress Fayra, "is Samadhi. Roughly, it's just meditation, but it also means awareness and attentiveness. You've been trained to do meditation to survey your surrounding and your body with your mind. The process is the same – you'll focus on your body and search for the special organs. Do you think you can do that, Harry?"

"Yes, ma'am," answered the boy eagerly.

"Come here, young boy," said Fane pointing at the three cushions on the floor beside him. It was conjured while Mistress Fayra talked. The three moved to sit there with Harry in the middle. Harry was instructed to search for his special organs, but first he was to go into his mind.

Time passed by the three meditating people in the cottage, days and nights without them knowing. Slowly, 3 sets of wings sprouted from their backs and covered their bodies.

In Harry's mind, the boy was trained to get used to his wings first as it was the first part of the organs he found. It was easy as his two mentors also have wings. The next part was his gills. As his mindscape was the copy of Avalon, there was water region there as well. Harry was happily swimming underwater. It took a while to get used to being like a water creature not having to resurface for air.

The hardest parts were to look for those special nodes under his skin. He did not see anything or any part extra. It was Mistress Fayra, who had joined him in his mind along with Master Fane, who pointed out for him to instead of looking for some physical part just to search with its aura. The reason was that since it was part of the body, it might not seem unique enough to find. Thus, Harry was taught to scan his body with aura sight. Normally, aura sight would be used in just to check the aura of people to identify the person or to see if they are magical and their strength. However, for our young traveler, he had to slightly change the procedure defining his body. Of course, one could not easily look inside oneself with aura sight; therefore, it was very hard for him. Harry spent a whole week without success until Master Fane suggested a solution. At first, Mistress Fayra was against it saying it was too dangerous, but Harry piped in that he wanted to try.

Another month passed for Harry to try the solution. Master Fane and Mistress Fayra left his mind and he was told to just sit meditating inside his mind. It was quite strange to be meditating inside your meditating self. The different was that instead of closing his eyes, Harry was told to watch and focus on the small fire that Master Fane left in front of him. Being a small boy, he kept thinking of some other thing and his gaze wandered from the fire. Out of boredom, Harry told himself to just do it. He noticed that the flame was not a normal one. He found that in the middle there was a ball of water or was it air. The red flame changed its color every now and then, from red to purple to some tint of blue and then red again. Again and again, Harry focused on the flame; red, purple, blue, purple, red, purple, blue…

-o0o-

"Report," command Master Fane sitting on the throne. Beside him, Mistress Fayra was smiling at the priests assembling in the hall.

"Milord, everything is done," chorused the three priests.

"Well done," said Master Fane. "Go attend your post then. I'll call you when the time's right." Watching them walked out of the hall, Fane turned to his wife. "What do you think, Fayra?"

"All is well," replied the rani. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, "do you feel that, Fane?"

"Yes," the Mystic said standing up. "Let's go, he's ready."

Both vanished leaving the hall silent and empty.

-o0o-

While Harry was concentrating on the flame before him, the scene around him began to vanish. It was just shimmering at first and became transparent afterward. Bit by bit, there were white spot where things were. At the end, there were only the boy and the ball of fire in the middle of nothing but the whiteness. Then Harry started to hear his name being called. Several voices broke into his consciousness. After a while, Harry broke his focus and looked around startled. What happened? He asked himself. Then, the voice became clear.

"Harry…"

"Huh?" he wondered, "who's that?"

"Harry…"

The boy looked around into the void trying to search for the source of voices. There were two figures appeared. First, there were only shadows and the figures seemed to be walking towards him. They were a man and a woman Harry was sure he had not seen before, but they looked very familiar. When they were only a few meters away, Harry's jaw dropped. The man looked like an adult version of him without the scar though and he wore a pair of glasses. The woman was red-haired with the green eyes just like him. They were smiling at him. The woman opened her arms and called him with teary eyes.

"Harry, dear," said the lady, "my son's so grown up. Oh, I've missed you. Come give mama a hug."

"Mum?" Harry muttered got up and started walking to her. But he stopped dead on his third step. "No, my parents are dead. Who're you and how did you get into my mind?" he asked with venoms in his voice. Anger built up inside him.

"My son," the lady replied smiling. "Don't be alarmed. We are truly your parents. Do you know where you are at the moment?"

The boy pondered and shook his head.

"Harry, you have surpassed the border of life. You're now out of your mind and body. This is the void where Life and Death meet before the souls go on to the next great adventure." The lady explained.

"Does it mean I'm dead?" asked Harry franticly. What was going on? How could he be here?

"No, you're not dead, my son," the lady replied. "Your soul left your body from the small meditating ritual powered by the Mystics. It's the easiest; no, it was the hardest, but fastest way to come here without dying. Do you remember why you were doing the ritual?"

"Yes," replied the boy-who-lived, "I have to look at my body for the earth and fire elemental parts."

The man whom was supposed to be his father smiled and said words for the first time. "I'm so proud of you, son. You've accomplished more than one would have thought."

"Are you really…?" asked Harry warily. He had it stuck to his mind that he would not be able to see his parents ever again in his life, until he died. But, here stood in front of him, were his parents.

"Yes, Harry," replied Lily while James just nodded. Tears started to form in their eyes. The small family reunited. Harry was crying for long lost parents who should have been there for him in the past nine years. But he recalled Mistress Fayra's words. He had lost them just to get the families whom was sure would not come up if his birth parents were still alive. For a period of time, not that it mattered at all or even being noticed, they talked about Harry's life. Harry was told stories of his first and a half year with his parents, about his first birthday, about his father's little group of friends – the uncles Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail, about the betrayal of Wormtail, about Dumbledore knowing the real secret keeper. It would seem that his father saw the true color of the old man only after his death. Come the following school year, Lily, with James' support, had suggested Harry to not going to Hogwarts. She did not want her little boy to face the manipulative headmaster. Harry promised that he would think about it and consult with his living parents at Number 4, Privet Drive. His mother had 2 messages for him to pass along, one to Aunt Petunia and another to a man named Severus Snape.

"And my apology in the message to Snivelus… I mean Snape, please, Harry. Tell him I regret every action on my part," he added after Harry promised his mother. "The only thing I really couldn't think of the solution is about Padfoot. I mean, I do know, but I'm not allowed to say more. Anyway, with the wide network of the Society, Harry, can you ask around to help your godfather?"

"My godfather?" questioned the boy.

"Yes, Sirius is your godfather, a bit hotheaded and sometime idiotic," replied Lily and she added, "No matter what, he loves you very much, Harry. At least try to see how he is faring with the life in Azkaban. The nerve of the old man, he let an innocent man rotted in that… that place."

"I'll try, mum," said Harry, "even if that's the last think I do."

"No, my son," James piped in. "Don't you push yourself to hard. Just do your best and I'm sure it won't be any problem. You probably might want to send a letter to Moony and meet with him. Hear him out why has he not been in contact with your all these years."

"Okay, dad," said Harry with a nod.

"Now," Lily broke up the silent that followed after that. "It's time for Harry to go. Remember, Harry, we both love you very much. Just keep that in mind and know that we'll be watching over you."

"Will I see you again?" asked a tearful Harry Potter.

His parents smiled sadly. "Maybe," said James. "May be not," added Lily, "this soul separating ritual was not your power doing, Harry, unless you master it, though it will take years to succeed. It is not safe for your soul to be away from the body for too long. You would have met some other souls here instead of us, which would be very dangerous if those souls are your enemy. It was probably luck and fate that we were to get to you before others. Remember, my son, we love you." With that, the 2 figures slowly faded before his eyes. Harry wanted to cry, wail and scream, but he controlled himself. It was such a blessing that he had a chance to meet his parents and he should be contented with that. He smiled sadly mimicking his father just a moment ago.

"That's unexpected," said a voice behind him. Harry turned to look at the new figure that had just appeared shimmering slowly. Seeing the familiar face, the boy smiled at Master Fane. "Greeting, elder Fane," he spoke.

"Hmph…" was all he heard before he felt being pulled from behind. The world swirled around him and once he felt his feet landed again, he was standing in front of the cottage facing the mystic couple.

"You did it," said Mistress Fayra excitedly, "I'm so proud of you, Harry."

"And lucky that it was your parents who found you, not someone who wants to take your body," added Master Fane gaining a dark look from his wife.

"I know, sir," Harry told him honestly. He looked around noticing that everything looked the same as it did.

"Try to see if something's different," said Master Fane in a questioning tone. Harry nodded blushing.

"Everything is still as it was, Harry," Mistress Fayra said, "it is you that's being different."

Harry looked down and he saw that he was, indeed, different. His body seemed solid enough, but it was slightly transparent. He had no shadow and his body was in a full-equipped mode meaning with wings and gills. He also felt a tingling feeling underneath his skin around both of his wrists and knees.

"I think I found the nodes," he said with awe.

"Oh, really?" cried Mistress Fayra. "Where are they?"

"Right here," he replied pointing at the back of his knee and then continued with his wrist. "On both side," he added.

"Great!" exclaimed Master Fane excitedly. "It seems, Rani, it's time we revive our dear sister."

Rani smiled happily. "Let's do it. But, first, Harry, go back to your body and do remember those nods' locations."

"Yes, ma'am," replied the boy walking straight to his meditating body before he turned looking at the mystics questioningly.

"Just step in to your body and will yourself in, Harry," Mistress Fayra instructed. The boy complied and felt his eyes closed and being sucked forcefully. When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting looking up at the two elders.

"Do you feel any different, Harry?" asked Mistress Fayra.

The boy just nodded. The first thing he noted was his wings. Then his gills followed by warmth at his wrists and knees. However strange they were, Harry did not feel it out of ordinary. He felt as though he did not change or had few extra body parts at all. They were all natural to him.

"Then," said the male mystic, "go out there and revive Vinta."

Raising her brows, Mistress Fayra turned to her husband with a glare saying "when he is ready, Fane. Don't rush him. You've been waiting for this moment for a long period of time. A few minutes more won't make any different." Then she looked at the boy and smiled sweetly. "Collect your thought, organize your mind, and breathe, Harry. Do it when you're ready. Don't let any pressure from my stupid husband threatens you."

It took a few minutes for Harry to calm his mind, body and magic. He closed his eyes for a moment before he exhaled and stepped out of the cottage.

Step by step he made on the round stones leading to the Lady statue. Once he was right in front of the statue, Harry thought of what he had to do and how to do it. Of course, he was not told anything either from Master Fane or Mistress Fayra, but an idea came up as though he had known it all along.

"With the power of my ancestors," he started saying while flapping his wings causing winds to blow, "I release you."

"With the power of my bloods," the next phrase came along with his ritual knife that appeared in his hand and he sliced his palm getting blood to smear on the hand of the statue, "I wake you."

"With the power of my magic," the third chanting was said with the knife disappeared and his bloody palm rose up. A small ball of fire lit up and Harry threw it the statue, "I cleanse you."

The fire consumed the whole body of the stone statue and Harry chanted the last phrase. "With the power of Magic itself, I revive you!" Harry's arms and wings spread out. Winds picked up again and this time the water in the pond rose covering both the boy and the statue. The pillar of fire the middle that was flaming the statue died down first then the winds stopped while the water slowly descended down.

All of this happened as though in a flash, but the observers, both Mystics, were watching it played for half an hour. Magic played a very big part in this ritual. It was satisfied with its choice and let the pleasure known to its agents. Mistress Fayra felt the pleasure of Magic first; she smiled and turned to look at her husband who felt it too. They both hug each other while tears dropped on their faces.

When everything was done, they found the slumped form of Harry Potter on the stone pillar and the statue slowly changed. The grey color of the stone slowly had color of skin starting from the head – the black hairs, green eyes very much like those of the boy at the feet of the statue.

At last, after 500 years, Vinta blinked. The look of surprise and wonder was on her face. She looked around and saw the couple smiling at her. Yelling their names she was about to move towards them, but the lump at her feet stopped her. She picked the boy up before walking to the cottage.

"Oh… my dear sister," called Mistress Fayra crying and opened her arms to engulf the lady.

"Welcome back, Vinta," said Master Fane as he took the boy from her. "You've make your brother and sister worried sick for a long… long time.

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Ending note: Wow! 5 months…. Sorry for the delay, guys. Thailand's gone crazy for the last couple of months and everything just messed up for a while in my life. Anyway, I'm back…

This is quite a long chapter for me to compose and I'm not really happy with it much. I mean, I tried to put this and that together and it seems to be so complicated and confusing. So I deleted lots of scenes I originally planned to put them in here. And 5 months later, I just can't recall them anymore. So, next chapter will be a while.

Hope you like it though, please review. I know my English is not very good and there are lots of mistakes, so please point them and I shall try to improve it.

Also, please tell me what you want Harry to do while in training. I kinda run out of ideas at the moment.