Chapter 5

He could feel the pressures of having a third magic in his mind. It weighed down on him, a constant burden. This is what Ravenclaw meant. Three magics would become a burden, and four would break the mage. Leaning against the wall, he breathed in heavily, blinking away white spots in his eyes. He held up his hand, and concentrated on the newly learned magic he had obtained. A bubble of swirling multicolored space floated above his stretched out limb, and he brought it closer to his face, feeling the space getting twisted and manipulated. Stretching out his hand, he released the magic. In a swirling stream of colors, it hit the wall opposite of him, cutting right through the marble barrier as if it were melted butter. Harry jumped back as the wall imploded, eyes wide. "Motherfu-!" he swore. "What the heck?"

"Spatial Magic," Ravenclaw deadpanned, amusement clear in her voice. "What did you expect?"

Harry spluttered, "Something, but not this! The entire wall just imploded! Would that happen to human?"

The amusement vanished. Ravenclaw shook her head slowly, "No, and I hope it never will. Humans do not react to magic as inanimate objects do. There are things in the body that can absorb etherion. It can't absorb a lot, but enough to save the body from combusting."

Harry nodded solemnly. "Are you sure this could help me travel from dimension to dimension? I mean, you did download the information into my mind, but that interdimensional travelling is a theory. I prefer not to combust."

"Don't worry, if it doesn't work out, which I doubt it won't, you'll just end up trapped between space."

Harry recoiled, horrified, "What?!"

She blinked a few times, her lips twitched, and then she was full out laughing, "You're so gullible. Of course I've gathered solid evidence and proof that this will work."

Harry started, and then scowled, turning away in favour of trying out the teleportation aspect of the Spatial magic. He pouted, trying to tune out the chuckles of the Four behind him. He visualized the other corner of the room, and then mentally reached out, as if folding the space between him and the corner. Stepping forward, he braced himself, and his head hit the wall. He opened his eyes, looking around in wonder. "It worked!" he crowed, grinning. "That wasn't hard at all!" He swayed slightly, "Oh, nevermind..."

"So, anything else, Mr. Potter?" Ravenclaw inquired, mirth still lurking in her eyes.

Harry scowled playfully, "Can Professor Slytherin will help me with my Mind Magic?"

Slytherin nodded regally, "Of course. There are three basic levels of Mind Magic. The first level is mind defense, or what Earthien wizards would call Occlumency. The second one is mind infiltration, or Legilimency combined with mind defense. The third one if the previous two along with mind control and destruction. What can you do, Mr. Potter?"

Harry blinked, "I have a pretty developed defense system, and can venture into others' minds easily. I've only touched upon control, but I need a lot of concentration and magic, and can do it to one person at a time."

"So your current ability status is Third Level, First Tier. There are three tiers of the Third Level. The first one is what you can do, control on one person with eye contact only. The second one is control over as many as five people at a time, but be warned that this is dangerously taxing on your magic levels when you use it. The last one is the destruction of the mind. This is a highly delicate magic. It requires high levels of concentration, for the consequences are devastating. If you fail to be concentrated, it is easy for your mind to destruct as well." Harry gulped.

Godric frowned and then leaned over to whisper to Slytherin, "Salazar, is it appropriate for you to teach an eleven year old how to destroy minds? Especially one trying to awaken Zeref?"

The man paused, turning to face Godric, voice quiet as well, "Zeref is not a bad person, Godric."

Godric's golden eyes hardened, "Despite what he did to us?"

"Yes," the dark haired man growled, "You know he did for our benefit."

"How was that for our benefit? He nearly drained us," Godric snarled angrily.

Slytherin scowled, "Don't be stupid. You really don't know why he did that?"

"Um, Godric? Professor Slytherin?" a voice in front of the asked. Harry stood there, puzzled. "Is something wrong?"

Slytherin spoke before Godric could, silencing the light haired man with a look, "Mr Potter, why do you follow Zeref?"

Harry blinked at the unexpected question. "Well, if Zeref came back, then our world would be perfect, wouldn't it? He would be able to control life and death, and magic would reign supreme."

"Do you know of END?" Godric asked, ignoring Slytherin's narrowed eyes and dirty looks.

"End?" Harry said, frowning, "Um…"

"Not, end, but END, the demon from Zeref's books," Helga said, leaning forward. Ravenclaw seemed interested as well.

Harry fidgeted, "Um, it sounds familiar, but I don't know it. What's so special about END?"

Helga, Ravenclaw and Godric exchanged glances, but Slytherin was the one who spoke up, sounding tired. "Mr. Potter, END is Zeref's master demon. It's his ultimate weapon, the strongest of the strongest. It is also his end and destruction."

Harry blanched, "What? Why would he create his own downfall?"

"Because, Mr. Potter, immortality in itself is a terrible thing, but to destroy lives when you actually think they are of value? That would drive anyone insane. Zeref wants to die," Ravenclaw said.

"WHAT?" Harry exclaimed, incredulous. "That's impossible! Lord Zeref, he-"

"He wishes to die," Slytherin asserted, eyes hard. "It's true, whether or not you want to believe it. Now, back to Mind Magic," he said, changing the subject.

Dumbledore stood in front of the Four Founders, eyes slightly forlorn, "So, Earthland is where Mr. Potter was for the last ten years?"

Godric nodded, eyes sad, "And of course he is picked up by a dark guild."

Dumbledore blanched, "Dark guild? What are his magics?"

Slytherin closed his eyes, "You will know, in time, but the boy's personality is gentle with those he cares about. The boy is facing a lot of hardships, and not only in this world."

Dumbledore frowned, "Why?"

"The Dark Lord of Earthland. Zeref," Ravenclaw elaborated. "The dark guild he was brought up in worships Zeref, and seeks to awaken him."

Though the Headmaster did not fully understand Zeref's abilities, he realized the severity of said wizard's awakening. "So, Harry's a brainwashed mage who wants to reawaken the Dark Wizard?" Dumbledore said faintly, guilt rearing its ugly head.

"He doesn't truly understand Zeref's desires, and he doesn't have a solid foundation for his faith. Enough lessons with subtle urges against Zeref will help bring Mr Potter to reason," Helga soothed. "In time, we can sway him."

Dumbledore sighed, "It's not just that. I feel responsible for all this, because I placed him with his relatives. I-I should've taken care of him or something."

Ravenclaw frowned, "That's not practical. Riddle might've been dead, but his followers were still around and the danger little Harry was in was very real. You did the most logical thing. You hid him away in the nonmagical world. And you obviously couldn't take of Harry. You were and still are very busy with all those positions and responsibilities you hold."

The headmaster still looked downcast, sighing heavily, "Well, I will leave this Zeref problem to you four. Thank you, though, for helping." He sniffed, "And why does it smell like combusted plaster?"

"So, what did you learn when you were with Dumbledore?" Draco asked, eyes alight with curiosity.

Harry dredged up a weak smile, and put the cover up story the Four and him made up to use, "Apparently there is another type of wizard, and this mage can manipulate one type of element/thing their bodies are attuned to. And I can manipulate ice." They had decided to let people know of his Ice Make, especially since he wasn't able to perform Holder Type magic and needed to make 'progress' with his wandless lessons.

Draco's eyes went wide, "That's wicked! How much can you do now?"

"Oh, um, I can make ice appear. Anyway, how's Defense?" he said, hoping to change the topic.

Draco was not fooled, and raised an eyebrow at Harry before asking, "Can you show me?"

The black haired boy sighed, but agreed. Holding his hands together in his Ice Make stance, he whispered lowly, "Ice Make Sword!" and a pale sword of ice appeared, cold air escaping from where his hands were connected.

Draco's eyes were wide. "Wow," he whispered in awe. "That's amazing."

Harry just nodded absentmindedly, eyes troubled from what he had just learned. Lord Zeref wanted to die? He didn't want to create a beautiful world of magic? But, why? With that much black magic, how can Lord Zeref not want to rule the world and create a perfect world? Harry cast his eyes downward, suddenly eager to attempt to return to Ultear.

"-arry? Harry!" Draco nearly shouted, waving his hand in front of said boy's face. "Hello?"

Harry jumped, two hands coming together, forming his battle-ready Ice Make stance. "Oh, yeah? Sorry, Draco," he said sheepishly, relaxing.

Draco glared at him playfully, "I was saying that you might want to shower. You smell like combusted plaster."

Harry gulped, "Oh, yeah, okay…" Whoops…

The two of them made their way to the Slytherin dorms, with Harry listening and commenting on the Defense professor, Quirinus Quirrell. "What an imbecile. Why would Professor Dumbledore hire someone like that?"

Draco scoffed, "Apparently there's this so-called 'curse' on the Defense position. No one can hold the position for more than one year. So Dumbledore had to hire this bumbling idiot."

Harry grinned, "Well, I am sure glad that I don't need to take any classes with this imbecile."

Draco groaned, "Oh shut up." But he still nudged Harry, "Is there any chance I could join you?"

Blinking, Harry frowned, "Well, it would be nice, but you should ask the Headmaster. Anyway, what about Charms? Flitwick seems like a good teacher."

Draco smirked, "Flitwick's a pretty good teacher. Was sorely disappointed that Harry Potter wasn't in his class."

Said student rolled his eyes, "Really."

Both did not notice a teacher with a purple turban narrowing his eyes in a hidden alcove. "Interesting," Quirrell muttered.

"That Ronald Weasley!" Hermione fumed, pacing back and forth in front of Harry, who was perched on a desk in an abandoned classroom. Her face was flushed and angry, hair sticking out as if reacting to her distress.

"What happened?" Harry asked, concerned. The redhead had been stubborn so far, in his petty beliefs that all Slytherins were evil. What a fool.

Hermione sighed, "He still maintains that Slytherins are dishonourable and untrustworthy. But for you, he's just confused."

Harry pursed his lips, slightly disappointed, but still hopeful. "Well, at least he gives me the benefit of doubt."

Hermione snorted derisively, "Why are you even trying, Harry? I know you mean well and you want to have friends outside of Slytherin and all, but Ron is not a person you would want as a friend."

Harry shrugged, "Why do you say that?"

"He's petty," she admitted, "and is very jealous. He's jealous of his brothers for being brilliant. He's jealous of my intelligence. He's jealous of you for being famous. He's jealous that you are special and that you don't need a wand. You see my point?"

Harry did see her point. He knew that Ron was a jealous person, unable to see what he already had. "Yeah…" he sighed, uncertain of his goal to befriend Ron.

Hermione relented, "But he definitely isn't as thick and stupid as some would think." As Harry's disbelieving look, she continued, "Well, his chess skills are amazing, and that means he must be very talented at coming up with strategies and plans."

Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "Really? How good is he at chess?"

"He can beat almost everyone in the Gryffindor tower, even the older students," Hermione confessed, "It's amazing, really, to see a usually thickheaded idiot suddenly be able to win so easily."

"Well, then, I'd like to challenge him to a game of chess," Harry said, grinning. Ultear and Rustyrose had taught him Western styled chess, and Azuma had played with him many times before he was transported here.

Hermione blinked, then smiled, "Well, I'll be sure to let him know."

The days passed quickly, and Harry progressed in his Mind and Spatial Magic with the help of the Four. He was sure that when the holidays came around he would be able to make the journey across dimensions and into Earthland. He sure hoped he was able to get to where Grimoire Heart was located, rather than get dumped somewhere random. Ron had also come around, after a few rounds of chess, where both had won and lost some. However he was still a jealous git at times, managing to send Hermione off into furious tears.

Including today.

Harry pursed his lips, "Ron, was that necessary? Hermione was only trying to help." Draco rolled his eyes, and took after the retreating form of Hermione.

Ron grumbled, "But she could at least change her attitude! It's so condescending and irritating."

"Yes, I'll admit that's true, but her intentions were good," Harry said, defending Hermione.

The redhead only muttered under his breath, and then asked, "So, should we wait for Malfoy and her? Or should we just go on to the feast?"

Harry shrugged, "Let's get to the feast and save them seats."

They trekked to the Great Hall, where Ron and Harry took seats at the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables respectively. Harry greeted Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, setting his books down.

After a while, the feast began, and Harry was starting to get worried. Where was Hermione and Draco? It wouldn't take that long, right? Draco was usually very quick at making Hermione's tears disappear. Or had Ron's words really hurt Hermione?

Suddenly, the doors of the Hall burst open, and Harry turned, hoping to see Hermione and Draco. Instead, he saw Professor Quirrell. The man's turban was askew, face screwed in panic. "TROLL!" the man shrieked. "TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!"

The Great Hall burst into chaos, everyone chattering in panic. Harry's eyes went wide and he looked at Ron, who stared back at him with the same worried fear. Where was Hermione and Draco?

"QUIET!" the Headmaster bellowed, silencing the students. "Everyone stay calm! Heads of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, you will lead your Houses to your towers. Be orderly and calm. Hufflepuff and Slytherin will stay here."

McGonagall and Flitwick ushered their students out of the Hall, accompanied by Hagrid and Vector. Snape, Sprout and the rest stayed to guard the other students.

Dumbledore, Babbling and Kettleburn started to make their way to the exit to find the troll and dispose of it. "Quirrell?" Dumbledore called, "We are in need of your Defense skills."

Something akin to rage flashed across the usually mild professor's face, before he followed Dumbledore out of the Hall.

Harry reached over to the Slytherin prefect, attempting to inform him of Draco's unknown whereabouts, but the Slytherin ignored him in favor of listening to Snape's instructions, before the man left the Hall. Harry clenched his fists, feeling the panic set in fully. He growled, before standing and running out of the Hall, unnoticed as the other two Houses were also exiting.

Where could the two of them be? Spotting Snape, he ran over, "Professor Snape!"

Snape whirled around, eyes blazing, "Potter! Why are you not in the Great Hall? Get back there now!"

"But Hermione and Draco never showed up for the feast!" Harry exclaimed, "I don't know where they are!"

Snape scowled, clearly not happy, but he drew his wand, "Point me Draco Malfoy." The wands spun for a moment, before settling on an upward slant. "Go back to the Great Hall, Mr. Potter."

Harry refused, "I want to go get them as well. It's not going to hurt, is it?"

Snape glowered, "I do not want to have to protect the two of them including you, Mr. Potter, if we bump into the troll."

"But the troll is in the dungeons, isn't it? And I'm perfectly capable of defending myself!" Harry persisted.

Snape frowned, before relenting, "Fine." And the two took off, following the older man's wand.

As the two neared the second floor's girls' bathroom, Harry caught a whiff of a putrid scent. "What's that?" he gagged.

Snape's eyes just narrowed, and he increased their pace. Harry's eyes widened when he caught sight of his friends.

Draco had his wand drawn, standing in front of Hermione, and his grey eyes were frantic, but he calmly cast spell after spell into the huge creature in front of them. A fully grown mountain troll. Hermione also had her wand out, distracting the troll by flinging objects at its head. Harry could see his friend was trying to not hyperventilate.

Snape gripped his wand, and shoved Harry to the side. "Diffindo!" he snarled, putting as much power behind the spell as he could. A gash appeared on the troll's back, and it roared in pain, turning to face the professor. Harry dashed away from the troll and towards his friends. In the back of his mind, he wondered why the troll was on the second floor rather than the dungeons.

"Harry!" Draco exclaimed, eyes wide. "Thank Merlin!"

Hermione chose that moment to faint. Draco whirled around, catching her before she could fall onto the ground. Harry stood in front of the two, facing the back of troll just in case it decided to step back or turn around. "Okay, guys, let's try to get out of here."

"Yeah, well, if you hadn't- Watch out!" Draco screamed.

Harry whirled around to see the troll tipping backwards. Snape at first looked relieved, but then when he noticed that the three of them were still behind the troll, the relief drained away. Harry placed his right fist of his left palm, "Ice Make Shield!"

THUNK!

An almighty thud sounded throughout the corridor, and Harry let out a scream as the troll fell onto his shield of ice, straining to keep the shield up as the weight of the troll wore at his magic. "Get out of there," Harry screamed at Draco, who hurriedly dragged Hermione out from behind Harry.

Snape cast a spell that created a lasso around the troll, and he pulled it away from Harry. Harry stumbled away from underneath it, and Snape let it fall to the floor with a ground shaking thud.

Harry swayed slightly, feeling exhaustion set in. He hadn't dealt with such strenuous situation since he got to Earth.

"Severus! What happened here?" Dumbledore demanded, eyes wide as he took in the scene. One unconscious student, one student in shock and one student magically exhausted.

"Let's get them to the hospital wing first, Albus," Snape said, eyeing the three.

Harry felt the world darken, and the floor came up to greet him.

A/N Hallo! Hope you like this chapter, and please tell me if something's weird or doesn't work. Constructive criticism is welcome! And so is praise! :) But flames... I'll just say, if you really think this is crap, don't read it. If you're confused about something, or don't like something, tell me in a civilized manner, rather than a savage one, and I will respond civilly. Thank you.