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Harry Potter and the Elemental Mage

Chapter One

*Journey into the mind*

The bright red train pulled into the busy, smoky station. Families and Parents all crowded around the doors to the trains waiting for it to unload it's cargo of students. Word of the Ministry massacre had reached every wizarding families ears, the only thing no one knew about was who exactly was involved. Amoungst the sea of witches and wizards was a group of redheads, all wearing slightly shabby looking clothing. Two of them, a women and a tall man were holding hands, the women looking very anxious, while the older man tried to soothe her with comforting words in her ear and patting the hand that he held with his free hand. Two of the other red heads stood back behind the older couple, looking around unobtrusively, just enjoying the chaotic mess that the train station seemed to be in.

As the train came to a complete stop and the doors slid open, children of all ages began to spill out, carrying heavy trunks and other parcels, as they searched for their families. A tall red head jumped out of the door, scowling at the trunk he tried to drag behind him as he made his way through the crowd looking for his parents. "RON!" came the excited shout from the redheaded women waiting near the wall. Ron looked up and seeing his mother and father, he smiled at them as he firmly pushed through the crowd so he could make it over to the rest of his family.

As soon as Ron was within reaching distance, Mrs. Weasley let go of Mr. Weasley's hand and wrapped her arms around her youngest son, relieved to see him alive and well. "Geroff" Ron mumbled as he was crushed in his mothers smothering embrace.

"Glad to see you well Son" Mr. Weasley said smiling as he clapped his son on the back, Ron just nodded as he tried to catch his breath. Looking over his dad's shoulder, he noticed his two oldest brothers leaning against the wall that was behind his parents.

"Bill, Charlie, what are you two doing here?" Ron asked perplexed as he dragged his trunk over to rest beside his brothers.

"We came home for the summer after the news Dumbledore sent mom and dad about your latest adventure. We've joined the You know what, to help out Dumbledore, so we were assigned to keep an eye on the platform, you know to keep you lot out of trouble" Charlie said with a grin. Bill continued to look around the platform, but had nodded at his brothers words. Ron only sighed, shaking his head.

"I can't believe mom and dad let you two become members, she's going to be down right scary all summer now" Ron sighed. Charlie could only chuckle as he clapped his brother on the back. They both turned back to the crowd when they heard their mother squeal out another name.

"GINNY!"

"MOM!" Ginny yelled back as she ran through the crowd, her trunk bouncing dangerously along behind her. She made it to her family and dropped her trunk as she rushed into her mother's open arms. "I missed you soo much" Ginny mumbled against Mrs. Weasley's chest.

"Shhh, It's ok sweety, I'm here, everything's going to be alright" Mrs. Weasley said soothingly as she patted her youngest childs back, caressing the top of her head as well. "We should get moving, shouldn't be staying in one place for to long" Mrs. Weasley said hurridly, before she began making her way to the barrier, pulling Ginny along with her, leaving the boys to take care of the trunks. Bill, Charlie and Ron all shared an amused glance before rolling their eyes and following in their mother's footsteps, leaving Mr. Weasley to lug Ginny's trunk off the platform.

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Harry had stood on the platfrom, beside the door to the train as Ron and Ginny both took off to see their parents. A wistful feeling passed over them at their happy reunion. Harry knew he couldn't begrudge them that, but it didn't mean he didn't envy the love of a family. Sighing internally, he slowly dragged his trunk towards the barrier, not looking forward to the look on his Uncle's face for coming home two weeks earlier then originally planned. Harry winced at what pain and torture his Uncle was going to make him suffer through for being under their care an extra two weeks. It's not like I planned this all out He thought to himself in frustration.

Just as he was about to go through the barrier someone had grabbed his arm soflty. He turned around to meet bushy brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. "Harry? Are you going to be ok?" Hermione asked softly.

Harry only shrugged, He had just lost his Godfather a few days ago, he was still raw and hurting inside. He had no idea what to think or feel at that moment, or how to grieve the loss, he just wanted to be left alone, but at the same time, he really wanted someone to hold him and tell him everything was going to be ok. He was never going to get that, because everytime someone showed him they cared, they ended up dead. His father, his mother, Sirius.....Who else would have to suffer before Harry would lose it and just end his own life to save the death of everyone else he loved? But he couldn't, not after what Dumbledore had told him when he had returned from the ministry.

The one with the power to vanguish the Dark lord is born as the seventh month dies, He will mark him as his equal, but will have power the Dark Lord Knows Not, and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live will the other survives, the one with the power to vanguish the dark lord is born as the seventh month dies....

If he died, then the whole wizarding world will be forced to live under Voldemorts rule, and Harry knew he couldn't let that happen.

"I don't know Hermione, but I'm sure I will be eventually" He said, trying to placate her. He could tell it didn't work, she gave him a look before letting it slide and nodding, then she gave him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, before she let him go and turned around to find her parents. Harry stood their staring after her, his cheek burning from the kiss. Unknown feelings welled up inside him from her obvious care and devotion to him. He swallowed thickly before he composed himself and moved off in the direction he had been heading before she had waylaid him. As he walked through the barrier, he saw that his Aunt and Uncle were standing off to the side, looking mighty uncomfortable at all the crowds of people just walking out of the brick wall that was the barrier to platform's 9 and 3/4. As soon as they saw Harry step out of the barrier, His Uncle's face went red with rage, and his Aunt's nose rose a fraction of a degree higher in the hair, sniffing disdainfully at him. Harry just shook his head, use to this kind of treatment. Nothing he did would ever change how his Aunt and Uncle viewed him, and he only had to live with it for another 2 years, Harry prayed that he could survive it for that long. Only if Voldemort doesn't kill me off first Harry thought in resignation before he quickly moved through the crowds and stood infront of his fuming Uncle.

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Hermione stood to the side, watching Harry as he slowly made his way through the crowd to stand in front of his Aunt and Uncle. She could tell he was tense, and wary of his family. Hermione couldn't blame him. He rarely talked about what it was like growing up with them, he would mention a few things here or there in passing conversation, but never elaborated on it, so no one really saw more then he let them, but Hermione knew. When Ron first told her about what had happened when he and his twin brother's Fred and George had picked Harry up at his Aunt and Uncles second year, Hermione was ready to go and hex them to oblivion, but glancing at Harry after Ron had told her, he had seen that he just wanted to forget the existed while he was there. Sighing at the injustice of Harry's life, she turned around searching through the crowds of people for her parents. Seeing them off to the side standing quite calmly holding hands, she smiled and pulled her trunk and crookshank's carrier over towards them.

"Hermione!" Her parents called simutaneously as she approached them.

"Mom, Dad!" She called in joy. Her mom had grabbed her first into a crushing hug, before letting her go so her Dad could have his turn. Her parents were dentists and ran their own practice, they were completely muggle, but they also completely embraced her magical life, knowing that it made her even more special then they already believed she was.

"How was school Pumpkin?" Her dad asked after he let her go. Hermione gave them a big smile and launched into a minute by minute discription of her eventful year, and about how things were so hard on Harry. As Hermione described the DA and how Harry had been in charge of it, and how amazing Harry was with a certain student who had struggled the most. Her parents looked at each other over Hermione's head, both with an amused look at Hermione's blatant feelings for one Harry Potter.

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Harry hadn't heard a word since he had stood infront of his uncle, nor did he say a word. His uncle just gave him a hard furious look before turning around and marching out of the train station, Petunia following him with another disdainful sniff towards her freak of a nephew. Sighing once again, Harry picked up Hedwig's cage in one hand, and the trunk's handle in the other, and began to follow his relatives out of the train station to their newly polished SUV (Both Dudley and Vernon were to big to fit into a regular sized sedan), where he lifted his own trunk and put it in the boot of the SUV, followed by Hedwig's cage (It was empty, he felt Hedwig would be happier flying to his Aunts place on her own instead of with him) before he climbed into the back of the vehicle. The ride was long, and completely silent, and Harry was happy to be able to get out of their presence. He was left to once again, drag his own trunk and owl cage out of the boot of the SUV and into the house, up the stairs, and into the smallest room facing the back garden of their residence.

Harry placed his trunk at the bottom of his broken down bed, and Hedwigs cage on the scuffed up desk that was in his room. There wasn't much else to Harry's room, besides a beside lamp, alarm clock and a half broken wardrobe with a mirror on the side, a crack going down the middle of it, distorting his image. Glancing over at his window he was relieved to see it bar free again, though the ratty, dingy curtains were still there, barely blocking out the light shining in from his window. Muttering under his breath, Harry made his way to his bed and laid down, the sheets rumpled underneath him, he rested his head on the lumpy pillow, his glasses were taken off and placed onto the table beside his bed. Harry closed his eyes, and fell asleep, the exhaustion of the last few days had hit him, and he was ready to escape the loneliness and pain he felt from losing Sirius.

"Harry...." A voice called to him softly. Harry groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore the voice that was trying to wake him up from his slumber.

"Harry!..." They called louder. Groaning in frustration, Harry opened his eyes, to find himself not in his room like he thought, but laying down on a soft white mattress, within a vast empty white room. Looking around in confusion he tried to recall where he was and who was calling him.

"Harry!" Harry whipped his head around to see a shadow standing behind him. It assumed that was where the voice was coming from but it was hard to tell since it seemed to bounce off the walls. Sitting up, he turned to face the stranger.

"Who are you?" He asked. The person chuckled, at least he thought it was a person.

"I am who you want me to be Harry, I'm your guide in this world, and in the world you live in." The voice echoed again, but the shadow didn't move an inch from their position.

"My guide? Why do I need a guide for?" Harry asked uncertaintly. He was confused at where he could be and who this shadow was.

"I am to help you become who you were meant to be. The Dursley's have stunted your growth, hence they have stunted your powers. To be the wizard of renown strength that you have been prophesized to become, your powers need to be greater then which they are now. I am to be your trainer, if you will, and I will teach you all you need to know, and release the block on your body that your relatives have created."

"Wait, I don't understand, what block on my body?"

"When your relatives were raising you, you were treated unjustly for crimes you hadn't committed yet until they put you through trials where your magical power escalated to save your life. The abuse they performed forced you to save yourself so many times, that your power had increased before you were even old enough to attend your school. But because your power was so busy trying to keep you alive from the malnutrition and physical abuse, your body was blocked from growing more then a few inches a year, instead of the large amount you were suppose to grow. Also, Your physical maturity was also stunted." Here the voice chuckled, "Did you really think that you were suppose to be scrawny the rest of your life? That a boy of your height and breadth could defeat the Dark Lord? Your physical weakness would not be able to handle that of the Dark Lord's. He may look like skin and bones, but he has muscles and dark magic that would vaporize you if given a true chance. Your luck will run out one day, I'm here to make sure that when it does, Your power will be enough of a match that you'll survive the encounter, if not the war" The voice finished. Finally Harry watched as the shadow moved closer, the light reflecting off of it's form, there were no features, nothing to make it seem like it was really there.

"Why can't I see who you are?" Harry asked, still processing everything that the voice had said. Harry new he was skinny, but did the voice have to laugh at him about it. It's not like he could control how he had been raised.

"You haven't chosen my form yet."

"Chosen your form?" Harry asked confused.

"I will replicate a form that you will choose. It can be anyone who wish, for this is your mind in training, I will become whatever you most desire me to become." Harry thought about it. Could he handle the pain of this shadow becoming someone he had lost? Should he go through with the thought, or change direction? Taking a leap Harry decided to choose the person he missed the most, someone who he wished he could still have with him.

"I choose you to take on the image of my late Godfather, Sirius Black." There was a bright flash, and then in place of the Shadow, stood his Godfather, but not as he remembered him, but as the younger, happy Sirius from his parents wedding picture. Harry couldn't help but smile at him, tears glistening in his eyes. "Sirius..." He whispered.

"I am not your Godfather, young Harry, just a spectral image of him, for it would be easier to train you as someone you loved, then as a ghost or shadow of which i am originally created to be. Your Godfather is dead, but rest assured he is not suffering for where he has arrived. If the image of your Godfather hinders your training, I will change back to the shadow and insist on you choosing someone else's image to help train you. Now, this is how it works. I will train you from within this room, Your body is suspended in time, for how ever long we train in here, barely a minute has passed for where you are. I have frozen time you could say. This is for your benefit as much as it is for my peace of mind that you will not be terribly missed while here training."

"Where is here exactly?" He asked curiously.

"Here is anywhere you wish it to be, once again it is a choice YOU have to make. I am just the guide, the trainer, you are the one in control. But I understand you meant in a specific way, we are more correctly within your mind, in a way. It's a suspended magic, one so ancient none will ever know of or understand, so I can not fully explain. This room is but a holding cell for your magic. I have used a bit of it to hold time within your mind, so that time will only pass in here, but stay the same out there. When we have finished you will wake up to the exact moment you fell asleep, but not as the same person. Everything about you will have changed. Now are you ready to get started?" Harry only nodded, completely dumbfounded by this chance to become a true fighter, someone that will actually be able to fight Lord Voldemort on even ground.

"Lets do it!"

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Harry had finally chosen on what he wanted his 'room' to look like. He had chosen the Forbidden Forest, without the dangerous animals. He thought it would be cool to sleep under the stars, on a nice thick patch of grass, or in a copse of connecting trees. Over the next few weeks Harry was put through the ringer, so to speak. He was woken up at the crack of dawn, where he was told to stretch and then run the length of the forest and back. To Harry's chagrin, he never specified how big the foreste was, and found himself running in one direction for just over an hour, finally stopping he organized his thoughts and shrunk the 'forest' to about the length he ran, before he turned back around and ran back to where he had started.

"Good job!" 'Sirius' praised, "you realized your mistake in the making of this 'forest' of yours, and corrected it. That will come in handy later on in your training"

Harry could only smile at the apparition of Sirius before he dropped back down at his command to do more stretches. Once he was done his exercising, the sun had fully risen in the sky, and 'Sirius' helped him find food, and cook it. He told Harry important properties to the food, which is the best food for what he needed. And in his case, he needed protein, and lots of it, to help him gain muscle, Calcium to help his growth. So 'Sirius' looked at Harry waiting for him to manifest cows to use in harvesting the food he'll need and other plants. Harry sat down once he realized what was being asked of him.

It took Harry a few minutes to manifest himself a small herd of cows and pigs, as well as lots of vegetable plants, and fruit trees within the forbidden forest. He had moved the trees around to make a clearing where he could harvest all the fruits and vegetables, and put the cows and pigs in a small paddock where the could graze on grass. Then using his imagination, he created a small chicken pen, and a few chickens to live inside, where they could lay eggs that he could also make. Opening his eyes he looked around at his work, before he raised a questioning brow to 'Sirius'.

"If we're in my mind, why do i have to manifest the animals and things like that, when I could just imagine the food I want to eat appear in front of me?"

"Thats a good question, the easiest answer I can give you is that, You won't learn proper discipline by being allowed to just let something appear compeletly made, for that is now how the world or magic works. Things need to start off at a basic level before being made into something much bigger." 'Sirius' explained. Harry nodded at him, contemplating the answer." Now why don't you start building your self a small hut to live in? It'll be good exertion, and disipline for your body." 'Sirius' requested.

Sighing Harry nodded before he stood up and looked around at the trees surrounding the clearing, "How am I suppose to build a hut? I don't have any tools or any idea how to build anything." "Sirius chuckled before holding his hand out, and to Harry's amazment (since they were in his mind, this shouldn't have been possible) he held out a large ax and tough looking hemp string.

Harry uncertaintly got to work, chopping at the trees cutting them down so he could chop them up into smaller thinner pieces, where, under 'Sirius' direction, he began to assemble his hut, using the tough temp string to tie the peices used the back of the ax to dig small trenches in the ground where he placed the chopped and tied wood in before packing the dirt around it, to help keep it standing up.

Harry was careful, and exact in the instructions given to him by his guide, and soon, after three days of toiling within the forest during the the afternoon, he had finally completed his hut. It was only one room, not very large, just enough space for a makeshift bed, which they had made out of some animal skins. (Harry had gone hunting on the second day, ran into a bear, killed the bear and was taught how to skin it alive and keep the skin to sleep in as a bed). A stump he had dug up as a chair and another one a bit higher as a table. There was no door to the hut just open space, but Harry still had some hemp string left, and thought he could create a sort of curtain using small rocks and shells that he found laying around the small lake that was near his hut. He would wrap the hemp string twice around each rock or shell, before tying a small knot on the end before he repeated the process to each one. Before long he had about ten long strings of beaded curtains that he hung up along the doorway of his small hut. Smiling contentedly at his now finished project, 'Sirius' pulled him over to the lake, and began directing Harry on how to fish, and what items he would need to make a good spear to stab the fish.

And then began Harry's routine. He woke up just before dawn, stretched and ran, then stretched somemore before he took on the task of either catching his own food, or killing one of his manifested farm animals. Then from the preperation instuctions that 'Sirius' had given him would begin to dissect the animal, and cut up the fruits or vegetables that he would be eating with his food, he more often then not made himself a stew for all meals. It was easier to quick and easier to save for later. 'Sirius' had allowed him to manifest a large cauldron that he could use to cook his stews in, which would be suspended over a small fire pit with a hooked pike he had made out of some extra wood from the trees.

Harry couldn't help enjoy the barbaricness of how he was living. After a month of the constant physical strain of living in the most basic of ways, he noticed that he had grown a foot and a half, and his muscles had definetly begin to show, they were toned and wiry more then bulky like he was hoping. One day when Harry had complained about it, 'Sirius' had told him it was better to have wiry toned muscles then to be bulky, you were just as strong, but people were less aware of that fact and it was a huge advantage for them to surprise everyone else.

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It had been two months since 'Sirius' had taken him here to train, and Harry couldn't hold back the questions anymore.

"Sirius, the physical changes I under go here, will they really appear on my body in the real world?"

"Yes, Once I send you back, Your body will change to form the same image that your mind has been undergoing, so all the damage that your relatives have caused as been rectified, you will know longer be the skinny, pale white boy-who-lived. But a much more assured man." Harry nodded.

"I have another question" 'Sirius' chuckled

"I thought you might, well what is it Harry?"

"When I go into the hut to sleep at night, Where do you go?" 'Sirius' chuckled again, before he moved closer to where Harry was sitting around the fire pit.

"Why does this concern you so?" 'Sirius' asked him. Harry just shrugged, keeping his eyes on him. "Well, I stay outside, here. I do not need sleep for I am not a real being, so my existence is only tied to you for however long you need my guidance."

"I have another question" 'Sirius' began howling with laughter, causing Harry to smile at listening to the same bark like laughter he remembered his godfather had.

"What is the question this time?"

"Well, how come I can see without my glasses here?" Harry had noticed within the few days of being here, that he didn't need his glasses to see anymore, and it had been bugging him for a while as to why that could be, but he never had the nerve or energy to ask, until today.

"Well simple for two reasons. One being you don't fall asleep with your glasses on, so when I took you here, I copied your physical appearance of how you were before you fell asleep, so since you fell asleep without your glasses on, I brought you here without them on. Being this is your mind, you subconciously made it so you wouldn't need them. And the other reason, Since we have been working on correcting the damage the Dursley's have caused you, one them was your eye sight" At Harry's confused look, 'Sirius sighed and decided to elaborate, "You were never suppose to grow up with glasses, just because your dad had them, didn't mean you were bound to get them aswell. You look a lot like your father, but you have your mother's eyes, so wouldn't it be more appropriate that you also had her sight, which by the way was practically perfect." 'Sirius' smiled. Harry's eyes widened at the explanation.

"I never thought about it like that."

"I know, if your relatives hadn't mistreated you, and gave you all the food you needed, your eye sight wouldn't have gone bad."

After that, they were both silent as Harry thought about everything that he had gone through at the hands of his relatives. The abuse, the hatred, the negligence. He had never deserved any of it, but it hadn't seemed to matter to them. It was because he was different, just different to them which caused them to hate him. Anger began to boil up inside, his parents would never have treated dudley like that, they would have loved him as their own son. What was it about him that made people either hate him, or worship him? He didn't understand it, was it the scar? Harry reached his hand up to finger the scar that was on his forhead. He did admit that it was a unique mark, but it shouldn't have been what signaled him out for the hate and abuse he had gone throughout his childhood. He was tempted to ask his guide for the reasons behind his treatment by his relatives, but he was scared of the answer. Maybe he just wasn't loveable. It seemed that those who did decide to try and love him, died. Look at his parents. and Sirius. Shaking his head he decided to get away from those thoughts.

"When do I get to learn magic?" Harry finally asked after a lengthy silience.

"Ah, I was wondering when you were going to ask that. Frankly i'm surprised you didn't demand it after a week of being here." He gave Harry a strange look, Harry looked back sheepishly.

"Sorry, I had a lot on my mind, and I guess I felt you'd get around to it eventually, but it's been over two months, and you haven't even mentioned anything about learning magic yet."

"Well I was waiting till i was sure you were physically ready to begin to learn magic. Since there is no wand for you to use, We will be learning to cast wandlessly first with words and signals, and then moving on to just signals to finally, it'll just take a thought for you to perform any and all magic you wish."

"I-Is that even possible? Wandless magic at my age?"

"Well of course it is! I wouldn't be here wanting to teach you it if it wasn't. What do you take me for?" 'Sirius' asked in the most offended tone he could muster. Harry laughed lightly.

"Sorry, it's just I was told very few people can manage to do even one spell Wandlessly, let alone wordlessly" Harry explained, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yes, well thats very true. Very few people can manage to do wandless magic, and you just so happen to be the few who can, and might I add, very well in fact." Harry just stared at him gobsmacked. Then he started cursing loudly, stringing some of the curses together, which caused 'Sirius' to grin at his creativity. "Harry! Calm down. Take a deep breaht, good. Now why does it surprise you that you'd be able to do wandless magic?"

"Because i'm nothing special, so why should i be able to do things that make me seem like i am?"

"Ah, I see. Well Harry listen to me. The ability to do wandless magic is an ancient art, from a time where wands and staffs hadn't been created yet. Witches and Wizards you had enough power were able to do wandless magic, and make things happen. It wasn't till Merlin when staffs and wands were invented. Merlin was smart and powerful, but he also knew that there were many people with the capabilities to do magic, just some had troubles accessing the required magic to make a spell, so he created a funnel of sorts to help concentrate their magical core into an object to help pull out the magic required to do spells. Now even spells didn't exist, someone had to create them. For wizards who could do wandless magic, there was no need for incantations, or spells. All that was needed was their intent, and their magic did the rest. Do you understand what i have just told you?" Harry nodded, his eyes slightly dazed. 'Sirius' sighed, before he stood up. He began pacing around the small fire pit, Harry following him with his eyes.

"Back then, The magic that was called forth was strengthed through elements. You know what they are don't you?" 'Sirius' asked sarcastically. Harry smiled and nodded before rolling his eyes. "Good, just checking. Anyways, these mages were considered Elementals, because their power stemmed from the control of an element or elements. You obviously know the main four elements, Fire, earth, water, and air. But what you don't know is that their are two more, and just as powerful, if not more dangerous. These are probably less controllable, because their is not alot known about them. The other two are Spirit, and Lightening. Those who control the Spirit, are more prone for dark magic, because you can pro long your life, by controling your own spirit's path, or steal other people's spirit from them, strenghtening your own, and killing the other person. Those with spirit can absorb another spirit, but it takes a lot of power in order to keep your own spirit in control of the other spirit or spirits that are added to yours. You can access the other spirit's latent power, making you even more powerful. Also, if your element is spirit then you can destroy another spirit by cutting off the magic it draws power from. One of the more dangerous and unpredictable elements out there.

"The other spirit is Lightening. Now you know the old saying of how Lightening never strikes the same place twice, well most because of it's unpredictability. If you could control that element, it has amazing powers. You would be able to literally grab lightening bolts in your hands, to create storms, because if you can control lightening you have a minor abilitly to control the wind, using lightening you can make it rain, and you can create massive winds and complete destruction. Lightening is hot, and setting it down at the right place you can create massive fire blazes, and literally rip towns and cities apart. All elements carry massive powers to destroy the world, or at least small parts of it. It really depends on how much power the witch or wizard posses to determine how much they can destroy." 'Sirius' sat back down on the log he had vacated a few minutes ago.

"Is that what you want to train me in?"

"Well, yes. But not right away, we need to focus on all the spells you already know..and ones you should know by now before we can test you on what elemental power you have."

"Is it possible to have power over more then one elemental?" Harry asked, wide eyed.

"Of course, You could even have power over all the elements. Though it's only been known to happen once, and that was a long time ago, and it didn't turn out to well for that mage, he became to full of himself and the bad elements of having the control over them took over, he ended up destroying Atlantis" 'Sirius' resignedly explained.

"Atlantis was real!" Harry exlaimed. If thats true, then Hermione will be unstoppable in the quest for all the knowledge available about Atlantis Harry thought to himself.

"Of course it's real! All muggle fiction has a grain of truth to it. Or they wouldn't have brought it up in the first place. Atlantis was the greatest city back in the day, highly advanced. When it was destroyed, everything fell back to the stoneage, and it took people centuries to get to where Atlantis had been."

Harry kept shaking his head in disbelief. I can't believe it, I can't believe it. Wow, Atlantis was real. Some powerful Wizard destroyed it. "Who was the wizard?"

"No one knows, He died when Atlantis fell, his power was completely drained, and a Wizard can't live without his magic, they're body begins to decay from the inside out as the empty magical core eats away at them trying to find magic to sustain it" 'Sirius' said grimly. Harry winced at the image of someone's body decaying from the inside out.

"Then how do they know a wizard had destroyed it?" Harry asked curiously.

"When a wizard casts a spell, it leaves traces of residue in the area on where they performed it. Back then there were Auror's, but not like they are now. But even back then they knew how to read magical residue, and it just so happened, that this Wizard sent up so much magic in that region that they were able to read how much power must have been put behind whatever spell or magic that he had tried to do. Their only conclusion was it had backfired and put Atlantis into the sea."

"Oh" Harry said. He was contemplating how similiar the worlds seem to be. Or at least how simliar the magic was ten thousands years apart. "Couldn't they tell who had cast the spell?" Harry asked as he thought back to his almost expulsion from Hogwarts when he tried to save him and his cousin from the two dementors that had attacked them.

"No, not even Wizards here can accurately tell who the spell originally belonged to. Thats why Pureblood wizards can practice magic outside of school, since your ministry can only tell that magic is being used in the vicinity, and they'll just assume it's from the adults. It's why the Purebloods always seem to be years ahead of the rest of their peers, though lately it seems it's only in Dark magic, and not real magic. Though that's unfair to say, because even Dark Magic is magic, it's just not the right kind of magic, pure magic. Dark magic has been distorted to fit the castors desires, and factorized, if you understand that meaning?" 'Sirius' asked Harry carefully. He only shook his head, not really understanding what he was getting at. "Factorizing a spell, is more like creating it to do one purpose, and then commercializing it as if thats it's only purpose, so the Witch or Wizard who had created that spell, can get the credit and the pleasure of knowing what it's used for when ever it's being used. Some even have created a mini tracker within the created spell, so they know how often that spell is used for the purpose they created it for. It's how the ministry knows about when the Unforgiveable curses are being used, and only being used successfully. If the curse has the effect desired by the creater, then it is reported on to special parchment. In most cases, it supplies the name of the person who cast it, but there are ways to hide your identity from the wand or the spell tracker. It's best to hide from the spell tracker then your wand, in case a ministry employee decideds to check your wand for spells, and it doesn't register anything, it'll be suspicious." 'Sirius' took a deep breath, "With me so far?"

Harry nodded, his head cocked to the side. "Is it another spell that will allow me to hide from the spell tracker or is there something else i have to do?" He asked.

"Well there's two things you can do, one could be a sort of cloaking device, you strap it somewhere on your person, and as long as your in contact with any wand, the device will scramble the tracking signal so it can't read who or what wand is casting the spell. It's a less permanent solution, since it's possible that an Auror can find the device and confiscate it, and then you'll spend five years in Azkaban prison. So that's not exactly the best choice, but if it's the one you choose, i'd suggest you be careful and constantly check where your device is, and never go into a crowded place where Auror's maybe with the device if you don't wish to go there. Now the other choice, is a more permanent one, but one also excrutiatingly painful. You'll have to rip into the basic core of your magic, and actually chip away at the protective shield surrounding your Magical core. The shield is placed there at the begginings of your first sign of magic, since there are little detectors placed all around the world to keep track of everything. Now once you rip away the shield, you'll rip away the tracker for underage magic, along with the part of the tracker that connects with the spells you cast, that enable the tracker within a spell to be erected. Why this is painfu, is because once the shield on your magic is gone, your core will be unstable, and start attacking your body. It'll feel like every part of you is being shredded, like something is trying to escape from your body. You'll have to try and gather up your magical core, and compress it in to a ball and put your personal shield around to keep it stable and protected from harm, from other spells or wards placed around to erect tracking charms on your magic.

When you start going to Hogwarts, or any school for that matter, once you step onto the platform for 9 and 3/4's, the Hogwarts personal tracking sheild is erected within your other magical shields, it allows the Headmaster of Hogwarts at the time to keep track of all their students. This allows the Headmaster to know if a student's magic is too unstable to be taught within a regular classroom, and they will provide the student with personal training and their own quarters so they won't harm other students." It was starting to get dark, 'Sirius' sighed as he took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky. "When i examined the shield's placed around your core, I noticed an unusual addition. One that was put there when you were very young, and it seems you know nothing about, which is against every law known to the wizarding world." 'Sirius' stood up in obvious aggitation.

"What did you find?" Harry asked tentatively, not sure where all this emotion from 'Sirius' was stemming from.

"Your current headmaster," He spat the name as if it was a bad swear word, "Put a block on your magic. You must have been no more then 5, when he came and set up that kind of block. Over the years your magic has expanded, stretching the shield that he had put up, but his spell work is superb and so the shield never broke when your magic continued to grow. Unfortunately this block allows you to access a good amount of magic, that no one would know the difference between what is really your full power and what was blocked. You are, beyond a doubt, past a regular mages magical power. This shield isn't allowing you to access all that magic. So if you decided to break the protective shield, your pain will be beyond even my own comprehension of what pain should be. It'll be extreme, and if not contained quickly, could level all of England!" 'Sirius' cried urgently. Harry's eyes widened. Unable to imagine being that powerful.

"Like Atlantis?"

"No, Atlantis was only a city, I'm talking a whole damn continent!" Harry stared at him completely shocked, never seeing him act like this, well at least in the two months he had been here. "What happened to Atlantis was different. This Wizard was trying to DRAIN the city dry of magic, trying to absorb it into himself, because he could command all of the elements, it gave him that special ability, but there was more magic in Atlantis then he could handle, and his core burst and send a huge shockwave through the city, totalling everything. Then just as everything is falling down, the stupid wizard tried one more time, to call his magic back and instead, ended up sinking the city! Your magic would rupture almost like his, except your trying to expel magic from your body, no take more in, you'll not just shockwave across England, causing building's to collapse, you'll sink England in one hit, you won't need that second one!" 'Sirius' stared at him, eyes wide. He didn't know how else to proceed with Harry's training. He couldn't let him continue learning what he needed to learn with that block still on, but he couldn't let him release the block and cause all of england to disappear, literally off the face of the earth.

A/N: I know school doesn't really let out two weeks early until the end of the 6th book, but I needed it to for the purpose of my book. This is fanfiction, soo i'm playing with J.K's world, and making things a little out of the original element...Sorry if Characters will seem OOC, but like I said, it's Fanfiction, It gives me the right to change people around, and i felt it was needed to make my story work, thanks again to all who have read and enjoyed it..Please Review, Id appreciate it wholeheartedly.