Guess who's backkkk!

Sorry for the delay guys, I finished my exams 1 and a half weeks ago, and I took my time to recuperate a lil. Like I said, I did write a little when I was studying, but I read it again when I finished and didn't like it, so I started from scratch and did it again. I also did a timetable for the 4th year in that story, better than trying to get the same as the book. If u want it, tell me in the reviews ill update this chapter and incorporate it. I think that's all I have to tell u for now, so ill now answer the reviews.

First u have to thank James Birdsong and Pteaset, ty for the support 3333

Now for Sunny JS, Thank you for ur kind words, yeah that's the point of my story. His evolution and maturing. Regarding the parings, to be honest I didn't think that far. I just usually read ff where Daphne appears and found that she was an interesting character, we don't really know anything bout her so I love doing a character construction. What I found the most interesting about her was the fact that she was in Slytherin. For Astoria I just make her act like my little sister do, so no thoughts about that for now, sry to disappoint u. To answer ur last question, yeah I plan that story to be quite long. Idk how long exactly, but it will at least (if no issue occurs) go to Harry's 7th years at Hogwarts. And yeah I actually wrote the ending on a wordpad files when I began writing (but it could change a little depending on how it goes.)

Sorry for that brick of text, I really feel I should answer my best to those who ask me about the story. (love yall 3)

Okayyyyyy now just enjoy your reading!

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Mmh, not as bad as I thought. It might be even better that what I wanted to do first.

Far from any living creature, a tall figure stood in a bright golden globe. The figure was taller than any human being, but still had two legs, two arms and a pair of feet and hands respectively attached to it. If one was here like five hundred year or even a millennia before, he could see the exact same scene before his eyes. The only thing that may have changed was the fact that he know looked in deep thoughts. Usually he kept his "mask" so no one could really know what he was feeling, even though he was supposed to be alone. However, it seemed that he did not care anymore, his face looked pensive and amused, as if he was thinking about some funny memories.

All of a sudden, a feral smile appeared on his featureless face.

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Harry was not Merlin, he knew that fact very well. Still no matter how hard he tried he could not cast silently after doing it once, and that fact was really frustrating. At least it looked like his meditation was going somewhere. He could feel the magic when doing it, and he now understood why he felt something weird when near a Portkey or the eye of Professor Moody, it must have been magic. The Portkey he was sure and for the eye he just deducted, how would it move so freely otherwise.

The following days consisted mostly of lessons and self-training for Harry, the good thing with Chaos gone was that he could finally have a good night of sleep, no more dream or whatever it was. He kept his meditation for one hour just before he slept, and he noticed that the meditation technique made him more relaxed, and find himself easily more focused. The proof was that in class now he had no difficulties. He did not need to try really hard to understand what his professors wanted or what the books said. It was as if his brain was now willing to learn something. Was it because he felt the need of becoming stronger, or just thanks to the fact that the meditation was helping him focus, he did not know. Either way he was not going to complain. The only bad thing coming from that was the curious glance he got from the professors and the inquisitive look coming from Hermione. He did his best to act as if he did not notice them, and especially Hermione who, he could see it, was dying to ask him a question, but for some reason restrained herself from doing so.

It lasted until their first Defense against the Darks Arts lesson Wednesday. All the Gryffindor's fourth year were anticipating that lesson, they never had a teacher stay more than a year in D.A.D.A., and each one of them was weird in his own way. Quirrell, well, he had a dark lord stuck in the back of his head. Lockhart was a moronic criminal and on top pf that a very bad liar. Last year was the best one so far, Professor Lupin, he was a werewolf. So, everyone was now curious about Moody, the upper years who had him before them, were all talking excitedly about his lesson. The twins were talking about the former auror with so much reverence that even Harry, was waiting eagerly for his lesson to come.

It was now the D-day for the Gryffindor's fourth years. They were all waiting in front of the classroom before earlier than usual. Only Hermione was not there yet, she was, as usual, in the library. She was convinced she could find something to help the house elves free themselves from wizards. She could try, but Harry thought there was no way a wizard would willingly write down in a book the way to free their "slaves". Harry had a few encounter with wizards through and through, like Minister Fudge and Lucius Malfoy, he did not see any of them both willing to lose a privilege for the sake of moral rightfulness.

When Hermione finally arrived and they finally all got in the classroom, they were welcomed by Professor Moody, waiting for them standing in front of his desk, arms crossed. He looked like a perfectly normal professor, if you ignore his scars, and they were really hard to ignore.

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"Wow, he sure looked like he knew what he was talking about" The lesson just ended, and Ron was talking to his best friends, looking really excited.

Harry could understand him. Except for the reminder of his parents' deaths, the lesson was actually really good and interesting. And for the first time, Harry actually wanted to go to the library and satiate his curiosity about something he learned at Hogwarts. Sure, he did research about things he needed to do for his lessons, but never had he been so eager to do it, and he could not recall a single time he did it willingly.

Unfortunately for Ron, neither of his best friend actually listened to what he just said, Hermione was busy looking at Neville with a look of concern, and for his part, Harry was deep in thoughts. Thinking about the three curses and their implications. The Imperius Curse especially, Harry found it fascinating, the way it could force someone to do whatever the caster wanted was really an interesting piece of magic, terrifying yes, but really interesting.

"I need to go to the library." Not waiting for his friends' answers, he bolted in the direction of the library, not noticing the dazed expression left on Ron and Hermione's faces.

He was so focused in his thoughts that he almost crashed in the library door. Passing them he took the direction of Mrs. Pince desk, he did not want to lose time looking for the books he needed, he better ask for it.

"Hello Ma'am, do you have any books about the Unforgivable Curses?"

The librarian looked rather bewildered by his question, she looked at him with her eyes round like two snitches. He patiently waited for her to gather her thoughts, it took her not too much time. She shook her head and put her glasses on her nose.

"And why exactly do you need that, Mister Potter?" She asked inquisitively.

Harry almost asked her how in the world did she know his name, and then he remembered who he was in the Wizarding World. Harry freaking Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, and a lot of similarly stupid nicknames. He was tired of it, but it seemed like it will not leave him alone, for quite a long time. That thought made him sigh, almost forgetting he was talking to someone. Someone who looked affronted that a student dared to sigh at her question.

"Sorry I ran all the way here." He said, trying to catch his breath. "We learned about them in today's Defense against the Dark Arts' lessons, and I really wanted to get a better understanding of it." It was technically not a lie, but not the truth either.

To be totally honest, since he learned how exactly his parents died not even an hour ago, his mind was in a turmoil. He wanted to know more about the Killing curse, however it is not he could barge into the library and ask for a book about it. The rumors about him being a Dark Lord in his second year was not something he wanted to experience again.

The Unforgivable was something he wanted to understand, not only because he survived it, but also because it killed in a split of second. No blood effusion, no skull cracking noises. Just death, instant death. He did not find it that weird for a curse like that to exist, magic has been around since ever, there has been enough time to create almost everything. No, what intrigued him was how it worked.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Pince stared at him. After a moment she took her wand and waved it above the book in front of her. The book glowed for a second and it opened suddenly, writings that was certainly not English, started appearing all over the page. It must have a meaning for Mrs. Pince because she stood up and walked towards one of the bookshelves, picked up three books and presented them to him.

"Those three books are the ones that are habitually recommended for students, they refers to other works that are available in the library, but I advise you to not dwell on the subject. Not the best kind of magic. Of course, it doesn't teach you how to do it, it is mostly the history of the curses and what they do."

Fair enough. Harry thought. We're in a school after all, doesn't seem smart to teach that to teenagers. It4s not like I wanted to learn anyway… Well, maybe the Impero, it looked quite useful, no matter what Professor Moody had said about it.

He then nodded and thanked her for the help. After what he decided to find a spot where to sit in the library. It should not be that hard, we just started the year, there is no one except Hermione, and maybe the Ravenclaw, crazy enough to be in the library now. Well, there is me, but that's not the point right now.

He found a quiet spot hidden from sight, and sat down. The first book was called Wizarding Law, very general, but it made sense. Professor Moody said the use of one of the three curses was rewarded by a one-way trip to Azkaban. Not the best place to get a tan, according to Sirius.

The title of the second book was Curses and their Counter Curses. Once again, very general but understandable, since the Unforgivable had no counter curses, it was logical that they would be mentioned in that book.

The last one was pretty expeditive, The Unforgivable Curses.

Straight to the point, looks like it was made for me.

Deciding that it would be a good starting point, Harry opened the last book, the one he found more interesting and started reading. However, as soon as he finished the first sentence of the preface, a hand on his shoulder interrupted him.

"Here you are, Harry." A voice he knew quite well resounded in the silence of the library. "You scared us, bolting away like that, to go nowhere else than in the library mate. Hermione must have rubbed off on you, with all her House Elves stuff."

Harry smiled despite himself, it was true that watching Hermione run every morning in the same place was quite funny to watch. He turned his head and saw her, frowning her eyebrows. Surely because of what Ron said, and especially because she could not really contradict him.

"Not really, I just found today's lesson interesting, and I wanted to know more about it. You know, being The Boy-Who-Lived, my parents and all that stuff."

"Oh.. Yeah…" Ron answered awkwardly.

Harry felt bad for using his parents' deaths like that. He did it on purpose tough, because acting like a victim here would actually give him peace to read at ease. To be honest he was not missing this parents as much as everyone seemed to think. Sure, he would have preferred for them to live, but well, they were not since a long time. So much time that he cannot even remember. He longed for them for a long time, locked in his cupboard, and he love hearing about them or see their photos. But one cannot miss something they never had.

It sounded terrible, like he was spoiled brat or something like that, but it was the truth he reached after thinking about it for a long time. Harry thought it was better to focus on the present, and the livings, such as his godfather and his friends. Even if he was now trying to avoid them. He had a good reason though, become better. In a sense it was for their sake too. Never again did he want them to be injured because of him. Call him selfish, but seeing Hermione petrified, and Ron with a broken leg because of his bad luck, was not something he was keen to live again anytime soon.

The sound of chairs moving against the floor made him reconnect to the reality. It seemed like Hermione and Ron decided to stay with him and read, in Hermione case, or just looking around, that was obviously Ron. He did not mind, if he could read in peace. Even Draco Malfoy could sit here for all I care. Well, I don't think it could ever happen anyway.

The trio did not stay here for too long, Ron reminded his best friend that they had Divination now, so they had to take their stuff back at the Gryffindor Tower. They left Hermione here, she told them that she still had time and a lot to do.

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"Remind me why we picked Divination again?" Harry asked his best friend after one hour of inhaling Professor Trelawney's fumes and not a single information added into his brain. Usually they would have Herbology, but Professor Sprout had an issue with her previous students, so the class was cancelled.

They were on their way back to the Common Room and Harry was utterly exhausted. One may think it is easy to pretend to understand what a professor says in a room filled with fume, but it is not. It can tire the best student out there, especially when Professor Trelawney is the one teaching.

"Mate, it's a free O lesson, you just have to endure the lesson, or just sleep through it like Seamus and pretend to be in a meditative state."

Harry laughed at that. It was the only thing that was not useless in that lesson. It introduced the meditative stance. It was not for the same purpose though, still the operation in itself was the same. Well maybe not the same way as Seamus did it.

"Yeah you might be right, I just have to say that I will die in the most horrendous way, I could earn an easy O." Harry said. "I am not sure for you tough, the one she actually said would die here is me, you should find another future mate, this one is mine."

They both burst out of laughing while entering the Common Room, and decided to do their homework together since Hermione was nowhere in sight.

The moment they finally wrote their last prediction, a decapitation for Harry and a Quidditch accident for Ron, Hermione appeared in the Common Room, carrying a box in her hands.

"Finally, you're here." She said, sitting in a chair and dropping her box loudly on the table. It sounded like the box was filled with metallics things and Harry had a bad feeling about it. Later, he will learn to trust his instinct, but for now he just put it aside.

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Now that Harry was in his dorm, no more spew or S.P.E.W. or whatever. He just wanted to sleep, he did not know where Hermione found the spirit top actually fight for a cause from a whole new world, she entered only four years ago. Harry himself did not have any real opinion about the subject except that he had an elf friends who was mistreated and actually saved his life. On the other hand, the house elf he saw at the World Cup was literally crying when she got freed.

Of course, slavery was something he found disgusting. Maybe the elves were brainwashed to be happy about it and some of them succeeded in freeing themselves from it. But since he had no information about the situation, he preferred to act only when he was actually able to do it, like with Dobby. Activism was not really his thing, for now he was just the secretary, but knowing Hermione it was not the end of the matter. She would for sure have something planned to overthrow the Wizarding World as it is now.

Now was not the time to think about that, Harry has to go back to his training, so he does not fall behind Chaos' expectation.

He was now in the meditative stance, trying to feel his magic as usual. That made him wonder, why could he only feel it when meditating. That was not normal, when he saw magic items like Portkeys or Professor Moody's eye, he could feel a faint trace of magic emitting from them when he was awake, but with his own magic he had trouble. That did not make any sense.

Maybe my core is not stable enough. Like, I can only feel it when I focus on it or when I use it. Harry asked himself. Wait a minute, didn't Chaos tell me to consider the core as if it was a muscle. Can I feel my muscles?

His thinking got him out of his stance, he could not think that much when meditating. He was not Merlin.

He was pretty sure there were only a few instances when he could feel his muscles. The first one was when he used them. The second one was after he used them a lot, usually after a Quidditch practice. The third one was a rediscovery, when he was meditating. A rediscovery because Harry was sure before he was eleven, he had a lot of instances where he had only three things to do: the chores, dream, and observing his body. It was not exactly meditation but not too far of it, because all he did back then was thinking of his body, trying to understand how it worked, and mostly how it healed after being beaten up.

So that leaves me with some clues. If it's like a muscle, it's normal that I cannot feel it whenever. And if it's a muscle, constant practice makes it better.

If I believe what Wood said in one of our trainings, constant practice is good, but to build up muscle fast, you have to burden your muscle, use it so much that it becomes hard to move afterwards.

That's not all, one has to give his body enough nutriments, but since it's magic I believe eating vegetables or something like that would be useless. Then I should give my core what he needs to grow. Magic. Mmh.. Wait a minute, didn't Chaos tell me something that could help for that situation?

Harry asked himself utterly focused. So much that he did not notice that the air around him became a little colder and some sort of mist seemed to gather around him. The process was very slow, so slow that if someone in his dorm saw it, he would not be able to tell that something was happening at all.

Actually, he did. He told me that magic comes from two things. Cores, and Earth. He also said that he did not have a core and that he could manipulate magic coming from Earth which is unlimited by his words. Thinking about the conversation, Harry thought that it was weird that everything he needed was said in that exchange that did not even last a long time. As if he knew what would happen.

It can't be, I remember clearly asking him the question about his core, where he answered that he gathered Earth magic. Anyway, he also told me that some lambda wizard would not be able to feel that magic. But he said that one need a core to interact with. So that's two conditions to be able to use the Earth magic to strengthen mine. One is to have a core, and second is to not be a lambda wizard.

Let's not focus on the second, I have no way to measure it, I have a core, let's just give it my best and see what happens.

Harry sighed, throwing off his focus, and opened his eyes. Before he did, all the coldness and mist that was accumulating disappeared, as if it was not here at the first place.

"Well now I know what I need to focus on." He said out loud. "I should not forget about the silent casting too." Harry said to himself. "Whew, I've got a lot of work ahead of me."

He did not say that because he hated it. Rather, it's the opposite, the thought of improving, having a clear path to follow was in fact exhilarating.

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Nothing could surpass a good night of sleep, Harry was sure of it, but he learned that two good nights of sleep were even better. He did not go further in his training during those two days. Except the usual meditation and training his silent casting. Which was by the bay not advancing at all. It seemed that the magic he used on Malfoy was more of a lucky stroke than anything else.

It was now Friday, it meant after today's lesson, he would not have any for two days.

Yeah Harry that's what we call the weekend. He thought sarcastically, something he was doing a lot lately it seemed.

Those two days were a chance for him to finally step up his training. But for that he needed two things. First, find a place to train without any interference. The second was the worst, a double Potions lesson with Professor Snape and the Slytherin.

He started the day with double Transfiguration too, but at least it was not Snape, so they passed smoothly. Professor McGonagall even gave him one of her rare smile when he was the first to be done with their assignment. To be honest, since he started meditating, Transfiguration came easily to him.

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"We survived once more comrades… Maybe it was the last, but I was happy to be a part of the adventure with you guys."

Harry laughed at Ron's antics, and even if she sighed, Hermione had a smile plastered on her face.

"Don't be over dramatic Ron, it's a class, not a battlefield."

Before they could start their usual banter, Harry interrupted them.

"Honestly, it was weird, today's class was not as bad as usual. Gosh I hate me for saying this, but even Snape was not as bad as usual." It was true, today he did not lurk around Harry's neck nor make any comments about him. "Sure, he did talk about the mediocrity of Neville's potion, but to be honest, the cauldron melted so…"

Ron looked at him, aghast, his mouth wide open, same for his eyes. A fantastic face for any witnesses. Hermione for her part looked proud of herself, or proud of Harry because he did not insult the Professor for once.

"Don't get me wrong, he is still a jerk. He was just not as much as usual."

His two friends' expression swapped. That being said, Hermione covered her astonishment better than Ron.

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They finished their dinner and Harry was thinking while going back to his dorm with his two friends. They were bickering as usual about who-knows-what. Harry knew how it will end, like always with Hermione having the last word. At least he was not in the argument this time.

He was thinking hard about where to train. He needed somewhere spacious enough so he could use magic. The place should be empty so he could focus on peace. That sounded like a dream in Hogwarts where only chaos reigned.

He had considered the Forbidden Forest, but after the second-year fiasco, he was not sure that he was still welcome in there. And to be honest, even if he was, there were no chance he could be at peace in a place like this.

"Wait a minute, second year?"

"Did you say something Harry?" Ron asked him.

They had stopped their conversation and it seemed like Ron used what Harry seemingly said out loud to flee away from the argument he was for sure losing.

"Nothing really. I was just reminiscing about your father's old car. You know the one that saved our live in our second year." The raven-haired boy answered. "I just wondered what it had become."

Ron laughed and started to explain again to Hermione what happened that day. He for sure did not talk so much about the spiders. It looked like he still was not beyond his fear.

Well to be honest even if he was not scared of them before, after seeing Aragog and his family every sane person would be afraid of spiders.

They reached their Common Room and stayed a while to talk about everything and anything. It was fun, just being here with his friends and enjoy their presence.

Harry of course did not forget his objective for tonight. He finally found a place where he could train. Agreed that the atmosphere would not be the best, it was still spacious enough and to his knowledge, empty of any other human presence than him.

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It was now midnight, and by the lack of noise the room produced, everyone in his dorm was already sleeping.

Well, that's if you don't take into account Ron's snoring. Darn, it's louder than when we were at the Burrow.

Harry was ready to go. His cloak in one hand, the map in the other, he started moving. Without forgetting to cover himself with the cloak first.

He was walking through the castle, going down in the darkness and silence of Hogwarts. He had his map to avoid any unnecessary encounter. Filch was on the seventh floor, with his horrid cat. Far enough from his destination. Two less issue to care of.

He walked into somewhere he knew well, hearing dripping noises as he walked in. He walked straight to the sink that led to the Chamber of Secrets.

At least Myrtle isn't here. If she saw me here, tomorrow morning, the whole castle will know that I went to the Chamber. I'm not fond of the idea to be honest. Okay now let's open it.

"Open."

Nothing happened. His voice just resounded through the second-floor girls' bathroom.

Weird, did the password changed? It would mean that there is another Parselmouth in the castle?

"Wow I'm really stupid, of course it won't open if I speak in English." He suddenly realized why the sink did not open. "Well now, how to speak Parseltongue without a snake…"

Then he remembered, there was a snake, on the faucet. The one that did not work. He put his finger on it, and tried again.

"Open."

And then it opened. A hole appeared in the bathroom, the hole that led to the Chamber of Secrets.

Now that I think about it, it's really weird that someone like Slytherin made the way to his secret place, something as dirty as that tube. Well, it's not like I have I choice, let's go.

He engulfed himself and ended, like the first time he came, on a pile of little bones, maybe rats or something like that. He stood up and started walking towards the Chamber. There was an issue. The way was obstructed. He almost forgot how Lockhart blew up that place with Ron's broken wand. Still, there was a little hole, where he could go.

It seemed that while he was stuck here, Ron tried his best to open a way to join him. That thought warmed his heart, he was really lucky to have friends like them.

He managed to squeeze himself into the whole. He was now facing the actual door of the Chamber of Secrets. It was a huge wall with a snake engraved on it, now that he saw it, the snake was actually the Basilisk he killed back then, or some snake that looked like it. Not like he could differentiate it.

When he opened the door, something felt amiss. He started being nervous for a reason he could not really place. He looked all over the place, and everything seemed to be in order.

Giant statues, check. Giant Basilisk, check. Giant pillars with snakes engraved on each sides, check. Everything seems to be here, why do I feel like it's not how it's supposed to be?

Nevermind, I should just focus on my training for now. Lets just find a place, preferably far from that snake.

Harry walked towards the corner at the end of the Chamber, checked to ground to see if it was not to dirty. Great it's perfectly immaculate. Then he sat to start his training.

Maybe he was too tired, or maybe his uneasiness made him less aware, but he did not notice that the Chamber was totally clean, except for the body of the Basilisk, which by the way looked totally undamaged and perfectly conserved after two years.

That is how his training really started without external help. For once, no enemy, no allies. Just Harry, against himself.

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TADAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay, I know it goes slowly, but that's because it's important. So, bear with it for the time being, I swear it's getting better soon (or I hope it does lmao, knowing me I know I will want to add things).

Before I forget, I really want to talk about another ff. The one that made me love fanfics. Chaos is actually inspired by one of the character in that story (just a little). The only issue is that it's in French, and idk if any translation exists so…

Just so there's no misunderstandings, I have no relation with the author, it's just appreciation I show to a story/author that followed me through my adolescence.

The name is : Les Maîtres des Dimensions

By Eterna de Solary

Si tu vois ça sache que c'est ma ff preferée 3.

If u want any other recommendation from what fanfic I read, tell me and I ll keep doing it at the end of each chap.

I should be back next week, see you soon!

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