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Chapter 42

Shockwave

"The levitation? The summoning of Ron's wand? All the wandless magic... you creating and controlling that fire?" She pressed again as she listed out what he had done.

'Dang it Hermione, why did you have to go and say that' Harry though with a sigh and them said, "Yes, Hermione, though that is really only a fraction of what I can do. I think that if I showed you all of what I am capable of, you would faint with information overload."

"Still, Harry the fact that you can do all of that is truly amazing. I mean to be able to do that with fire…" She trailed off and then looked at Piper and said. "I bet that you are so proud of Harry, Mrs. Halliwell."

Piper blushed and began "Please call me Piper, Mrs. Halliwell was my Grandmothers name. And did you say that Harry created fire?"

"Oh, yes ma'am, he held it in the palm of his hand." Hermione answered.

Piper looked at Leo, not sure of what to make of the new development and it seemed he didn't either. They both looked at Harry, who looked sheepishly back at them, and said "I have been meaning to tell you about it."

"Well why didn't you? This is serious Harry, do you know who or rather what this makes you?" Piper said exasperatedly.

"Yea, I do, and it was part of the reason that I didn't tell you. I was afraid about the way that you might react."

"Harry, when did you find out that you could do this?" Leo asked in concern.

"It was during the summer; just after I learned how to clear my mind. It was like I always knew it was there, but it was only after I could clear my mind that I was able to access it. Plus I got curious as to what exactly it was that I could do, so I looked it up in the book." Harry answered thoroughly.

"Leo we have to fix this." Piper said, but as soon as she said it she knew that it had been a mistake.

"It is not something you can fix mom, it is who I am. I have had this power since the beginning of summer and have kept it under control ever since, and now that you have found out, you want to fix it. Just how do you plan on doing that?" Harry exclaimed as he began to stand up; the control he had over his emotions starting to fade.

"Harry she didn't mean it like that," Leo started but was cut off by a furious Harry.

"You're lying." Harry said starting to tremble. He was not sure how he knew this, but something inside of him seemed to be telling him that his parents weren't being completely truthful.

"Harry, don't speak to your father like that, we mean what we say, because we want to help." Piper began.

"Piper's right Harry, we love you and just want to help." Phoebe put in.

Harry was shaking now, and had one hand on his head and another hand clutching at his chest trying to ease whatever it was that he was feeling. "STOP, you're both lying. You are all scared of me now, and it is making my head pound. Just stop it, it's killing me!" It was like everyone was projecting their feelings at him and it was causing him to hurt all over.

Everyone in the room flinched at the tone in his voice. Harry was mad, they could all see it, and when Piper went up to try and comfort him they both yelled out. Piper had yelled because as she soon as she had touched her son's skin she had been burned. Harry had yelled because as soon as his mom had touched him, he could feel all of what she was feeling and it had been too overwhelming for him.

He was in pain, and it was getting worse; like his entire body was heating up. He was vaguely aware of his father calling out to Ginny to not go near him. 'Ginny stay back!' Harry's heart pleaded; he cared too much for her to allow her to be hurt, especially by him.

"Chris, get him out of here." Harry heard his dad say.

He was surprised when he felt a set of hands, as cold as ice, grab a hold of his shoulders and orb him out of the Manor. He knew he was being orbed somewhere, because he was all too familiar with the tingling that was associated with this form of travel. The only thing he was unsure about, at this particular moment, was who was holding his shoulders. Then without any warning, he felt his feet touch the ground, but the heat that was still pulsing through his body was too much and caused him to fall into a heap.

He was about to call out to the unknown person that had brought him here, 'wherever here is', and ask them for help but the figure had already begun to speak. "Don't fight it Harry, it needs to happen."

The pain that Harry had been feeling before, at the Manor, seemed to be growing as though it was feeding off the air around him; which was making it hard for him to breath. "What are you talking about?" Harry managed to choke out, with a ragged breath.

"Don't hold it in; you have to let it out." Chris said trying his best to help his brother.

"You're…not…helping, tell me how," Harry said in irritation, "It feels like my head and chest are going to explode, tell me how to stop it please." He finished in a pleading tone.

"Try to think of it flowing away from you, like a river, or even like a water faucet; turn the handle and let it flow out of you and into the drain."

Harry had no idea what this person meant, and as he was in pain he really didn't care what it was he did, just so long as long as the pain went away. Shakily, he made his way back to his feet and then concentrated as much as he could on the pain leaving his body. Harry was surprised when he felt a calm presence start to surround him, as though something was hugging him. This feeling was short-lived however; as a blast of power forced his head to look upwards and his arms rise up ever so slightly behind him.

Chris was so busy staring at his brother in awe, that he almost forgot to bring up a shield to protect himself from any of the excess power that was about to be expelled. Just as the shield shimmered into place, a brilliant white fire had exploded all around Harry nearly blocking him from view. The fire licked Harry's skin and danced wildly around him, not harming him in the slightest. And what happened next, Chris had no explanation for, as he had never seen anything like it before. A golden light, of the purest magic, shot from his brothers' hands and head, and began to mingle with the white fire.

Chris watched as the, magic-mixed-fire, swirled around his brother gaining in speed with each passing second. When it seemed that it could go no faster, it paused for the briefest of moments, before exploding outwards in a shockwave of pure power that shook the foundations of magic itself.

Despite the shield that Chris had erected, he had been thrown clear across the room. As he began to stand up, he looked to the place where Harry had just been standing, and found that he was no longer there. Confused, he looked around the room and just as he turned around he came face to face with his brother; who was in a defensive pose, with his wand in one hand and a white ball of fire in the other.

"Tell me who you are; where you it is that you have brought me and I may just go easy on you."

A lone figure was walking across the snow-covered grass, when he was all of a sudden thrown to the ground by a massive tremor. As he began to stand back up, he picked up a mirror that he had dropped. "Are you still there?" The figure asked turning the mirror over.

"Yes, what happened? One second you were there and then all I saw was white. Did you fall?" The person in the mirror said.

The figure that had been out walking paused at what he had just been told. "You didn't feel that tremor just now?" He asked.

"No I didn't," The person in the mirror replied in concern for their friend, "What did it feel like?"

"There was this massive tremor the shook the entire ground and was strong enough to knock me off of my feet." The man answered.

"What would be the cause of something like that?" The female voice from the mirror asked.

"I am not sure, and as much as I hate to ask you to come back, I need your help." The first figure said.

"Albus, shouldn't the wards have prevented this 'tremor'?"

The Headmaster sighed, "That is exactly why I need your help Minerva. This should not have happened."

The Transfiguration Professor gave a sigh and said, "It will have to wait for at least a week. I am in the middle of some things at the moment and I cannot just leave."

"Of course, but get here as soon as you are able." Albus Dumbledore sighed as he put away the two-way mirror. There was no reason that the wards around the school should not have worked. The wards were designed to protect the school against things like an earthquake. But as the aged professor walked threw the double doors, he couldn't help but think that it had nothing to do with the wards, but something else entirely.

'But what could it be?' He thought as he made his way up to his office.

A/N: I know that it is short, and a very random post, but it is what was in my head and so I typed it up. We will be seeing more of Chris and Harry in the next chapter. As soon as it is written. It will be, I hope, much better than this chapter. In fact I am very hopefull. Thanks to all of you, my readers, who put up with my crazy randomness. You are why I continue this story.

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