A few extra scenes that occurred to me as I watched the Anime film Street Fighter from which I lifted the mantra.

As always, JK Rowling own Harry Potter and Capcom owns the Street Fighter characters.

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Philosopher's Stone – Round Two!

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Scenes - Training

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Hermione paused at the bottom of the steps, caught somewhat by surprise at the absence of the usual noise that characterised the Gryffindor common room on a Saturday morning.

"What's going on?" She asked and Percy half-turned.

"My brothers managed to tag along with Potter when he went to visit his father and Uncle. They took a linked mirror with them and… well…"

Hermione edged through the almost motionless crowd until she could see the mirror located above the fireplace. Rather than reflecting the common room, the mirror showed what she recognized as a traditional Dojo, one which had five figures in it, two of whom were slumped against one wall, gasping for breath.

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"They're not very fit, are they?" Ken chuckled quietly as he indicated the red-headed twins. In response, one of them gave an over-dramatic deah-rattle and keeled over, followed a moment later by the other.

"Yeah… they didn't even make it through the warm-up." Harry noted, his eyes showing the amusement that his voice didn't convey.

"That was a warm-up?" One of the twins croaked and Ryu shook his head.

"I'll prepare some tea for them to help them recover." He offered. "You run through channeling."

"Just like Sensei taught us." Ken nodded as he moved to the middle of the dojo, Harry following him. "Alright. Together?"

"Together, Ken-Sensei." Harry agreed as the two of them stood side by side, then slipped into their starting stances. Their voices spoke in unison and glimmers of light began to form on their skin.

"Breathing, spirit, discipline,
"Focus the mind, cleanse the soul, keep sight of the target,
"Concentrate."

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"Is that… are they…?" Minerva gasped from where she had been standing unnoticed by the doorway.

"They're creating auras?" The female Prefect gasped.

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"Be prepared for the unexpected,
"Concentrate, mind and body as one,
"Achieve tranquility through movement,
"Integrate spirit and flesh,
"Channel the powers, Focus the mind, Cleanse the soul,
"Release that which is negative!"

As they spoke, their bodies glowed with energy. Ken's aura took the form of flickering flames outlining him, casting a pale blue light whereas Harry's was an almost-solid bluish-silver moving like water over him.

"Separate darkness and light,
"Mind and body as one."

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"That's… The only Wizard I've ever seen produce an Aura like that is Headmaster Dumbledore when he was in his prime!" Minerva shook her head in shock. "Please tell me that mirror is recording?"

"My brothers said it would be." Percy noted, giving his Head of House an inquisitive glance. "Why?"

"I think I need to show the other staff members."

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"Give birth to yourself.
"Oneness through knowledge.
"Define your existence,
"Oneness through emotions.
"Create your definition,
"Oneness with the heavens."

The twins stared in disbelief at the younger boy as he focused his magic in a way that was regarded by most as being mythical, shaping it around himself like a cloak. Their cups of tea forgotten, they exchanged glances to check that they were indeed seeing what they thought they were.

"From strength, learn gentleness.
"Through gentleness, strength will prevail!"

Ryu stepped silently forward, circling round them untilhe stood in front of them.

"Mind and body as one.
"Be prepared for the unexpected."

"What do you see beyond your fist?" Ryu asked and both males opened their eyes, their auras vanishing.

"My future." Ken breathed, then he glanced down. "What did you see?"

"I… I don't know?"

"It takes a while to reach that level." Ken patted Harry on his shoulder reassuringly. "So, are you ready for some real sparring?"

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Severus Snape looked out over the silent students, noting the ones who looked thoughtful and the few who looked as if they were angered at being lied to.

"What you have just seen is accurate." His voice cut through the thick atmosphere filling the Slytherin common room. "That was indeed an Aura of Magic that Potter generated… a very powerful one."

"Then why does he use such muggle ways of fighting?" Draco piped up and Snape hid a wince at the boy's inability to see beyond the surface.

"Those muggle ways of fighting have allowed him to learn to control his magic far better than anyone below NEWT level and quite possibly even them." Severus countered. "Unlike you, I made a point of seeking out his guardians after the incident with the troll. Although they are indeed muggles, they have the abiliy to produce an attack which can easily be mistaken for magic. Indeed, it took me several spells to determine the difference, but to all practical intents and purposes, they are magical muggles, as impossible as it may seem."

Several scoffs and mutters caused him to frown.

"I care not if you choose to ignore the truth. After all, it is not I who will suffer the consequences." Snape sneered. "However, I invite you to consider this. Using the techniques you just watched, those muggles can create effects verging on magic. Now, consider what a wizard who had trained in those skills could conceivably do."

The silence that resulted was a lot more intense and Severus hid his satisfaction that he had finally got his snakes to actually think rather than sneer.

Perhaps this time, it would stick.

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"That isn't possible. It has to be fake."

Filius frowned. "Why do you say that?"

"It would be in one of the books if it was possible." The boy replied, waving one hand at the walls of bookcases that surrounded the Ravenclaw common room. "It isn't, so it can't be."

"When I asked Mr Potter for permission to show you this recording, I also asked him to demonstrate that ability of his." Filius shot back. "He did so. I saw it with my own eyes, so unless you are accusing me of being a liar…?"

The entire common room went silent and Filius gave them a look of disappointment.

"Ravenclaw used to be a house that researched and explored that which was not yet known, expanding the knowledge of magic." He said quietly, yet the disappointment in his voice cut through the room like a slicing jinx. "It was like that when I was a student, but I see that I have been remiss. Perhaps I should change our icon to a Parrot, simply repeating what it has learned with no attempt to explore that which remains unknown? After all, to rely simply on books and scrolls is not intelligent, is not a sign of wit but is a sign of intellectual stagnation and decay."

Many of the students before him looked embarrassed or guilty as he looked down at them from his platform.

Hopefully, they would learn and begin exploring magic anew rather than relying only on that which was written.

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"Did you see his muscles?"

Ponoma Sprout had decided to show her House the mirror's recording simply because the other Houses had also seen it, but she hadn't really expected her House to take that much notice.

"Those abs… you could bounce a Galleon off them!"

Ponoma chuckled as she left the mainly-female crowd to ogle the mirror and the scenes playing on it.

She had some Mandrakes to prepare for repotting.

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Scenes - The Duel

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Draco looked nervous as his father entered the room, a frown on his face.

"My son… what did you think you were doing?"

"I… intended to get Potter to go to the Great Hall at midnight where he would be found and punished by Filch!" Draco hurriedly explained. "I never expected him to turn it into a public challenge!"

Lucius Malfoy's frown deepened. "Draco… that was your plan?"

Draco nodded and Lucius sighed, turning to look out of the window.

"It would seem your mother was right, I have indeed coddled you too much if that is all you could come up with. Just a simple, childish attempt to get your rival in trouble… no subtlety, no fallback plans… I hope for your sake that when the duel starts at noon, you do not lose."

"I won't, father." Draco stated confidently. "All he has is that ridiculous muggle fighting style of his…"

Lucius spun to glare at his son, one hand rubbing at his left hip. "Do not underestimate muggles, Draco! I did once when I was younger, and it almost cost me my ability to sire you!"

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"Nice place." Ken noted as he and Ryu walked into the Great Hall clad in their sparring outfits, the medallions that let them pass through the Wards that protected Hogwarts glinting against their chests. "Quaint."

"There's Harry… he's meditating."

"He's floating." Ken noted as they walked past the dueling platform that had replaced the normal tables in the hall. "You don't do that… do you?"

"Dhalsim taught him." Ryu shrugged. "Same time as he removed that whatever-it-was from his scar. I've tried to match him, but… I think it takes quite a bit of practice. I'm not sure how Harry picked it up so fast."

"I taught him the skill when I removed that parasitic soul-shard." A voice said from behind them, causing both men to spin around, reflexively dropping into combat stances before recognizing the speaker.

"Atikranta- bhavaniya Dhalsim." Ryu bowed in greeting. "I… didn't expect to see you here."

"My student told me about the fight that he was challenged to." Dhalsim replied, his blank white eyes somehow indicating that he was looking over to where Harry had finished his meditation and was starting to stretch. "I decided that as it was a quiet day in the village and my skills were not needed, that I would come and observe."

Ken glanced round, noting the sheer number of shocked expressions as people took in the tall Yoga Master's frame as well as his usual attire of ragged shorts, leg-wraps, arm-wraps and a necklace of skulls.

"How did you get here, Dhalsim?" Ryu continued. "It is a long way from India…"

"To the enlightened mind, all places are one."

"Explains that teleportation trick of yours." Ken muttered despite himself, then he felt Dhalsim's gaze on him. "I mean… if all places are one, then… then I think I'll shut up now…"

"You have indeed made progress on the path to wisdom." Dhalsim noted blandly. "Harry, it is good to see that you have indeed grown. Your mental image in our shared meditations is indeed true."

Ken's eyebrows shot up and he glanced at Ryu, who was smiling.

"You knew?"

"Harry is my student and my son." Ryu replied quietly. "He told me."

Dhalsim finished talking to Harry and looked round, his gaze settling unerringly on Albus Dumbledore. The two men remained motionless for a moment, then Dumbledore paled.

"Here?"

Dhalsim nodded. "It should take but a moment once I find it."

As the elderly wizard and the Yoga Master left the hall, Ken looked curiously at Harry.

"What was that about?"

"No clue."

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Draco bowed in the Wizardly style, one hand sweeping his Battle Cloak out and mentally sneered as Potter (who was clad in similar muggle garments to the two muggles standing with the elongated barbarian) performed a far less formal bow.

"Ready…"

Draco's hand hovered by his holster, ready to draw and cast with a single move while Harry took an unusual stance with one foot extended and both hands at shoulder height, his right hand hovering near his chin while his left was outstretched.

"Begin!"

"Stupefy! Expelliarmus! Stupefy! Tarantallegra! …wha…?"

Even as the first spell sped across the length of the stage, Harry had reacted. Leaping into the air, he spun round with his legs glowing with magic, each kick deflecting one of the spells into the dueling shields on either side of the stage. Touching down lightly, Harry grinned.

"Is that all you have?"

Draco's mouth snapped shut and he raised his wand again. "Big words from someone who has yet to draw their own wand."

Harry glanced at Ryu, who gave a single nod.

"Okay then, get ready."

Draco's eyes weren't the only ones to widen as Harry cupped his hands to one side even as small sparks of power and tongues of electricity arced out of nowhere to create a swirling blue ball in his grasp.

"What are you… Deflectius!"

A pale shield formed in front of Draco as Harry finally moved, thrusting his hands forwards with a shout.

"Hadouken!"

The crackling energy sphere covered the distance between duelists faster than any of the spells that Draco had fired and smashed through the shield Draco was still forming. Even as the magical backlash started to disorient Draco, the sphere impacted and exploded in a shower of sparks, launching Draco backwards off the stage and onto the flagstone floor, where he slid to a halt with sparks trailing from his cape and his hair standing on end.

"Nice variation." Ryu noted, his voice cutting through the shocked silence. "Mind teaching me that? And how did you come up with it?"

"You remember when we were in the rain-forest and met Blanka?" Harry asked, causing Ryu's face to light up with understanding. "He taught me how to do that shock-thing, but I can't do it anywhere nearly as well as he can."

"MY HAIR!" Draco wailed. "What have you done to my hair!"

The slamming of a door marked the angry departure of Draco's father.