Harry Potter and the Magic Within

Author:              Max LoneWolf

Contact:            [email protected]

Category:          Adventure/Mystery/ Romance

Keywords:         H/Hr, 5th year, H/H, Harry

Rating:              General

Spoilers:           All four books

Summary:         Ever notice how Harry's wandless abilities are evoked with his strongest emotions? This is the beginning of a struggle….and the increasing developments of a deep relationship. The struggle against the Dark Lord continues…

Disclaimer:        This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N:      Well this chapter didn't go through Beta. It's just something I'm going to be experimenting. This is all from Harry's POV and he's sort of dreaming and in a trance, premonition experience. Hope its okay. PLEASE REVIEW!

            Lots of help from: NAPPA, Fuyumi, Chris and Circe and everyone for being my inspiration….

Harry Potter and the Magic Within

Chapter 1

            Life at No.4 Privet Drive was, well, the same as always. Miserable, however, this year was by far the worst. Harry tried not to think about it but something like this can't be forgotten easily, if it could be forgotten at all.

Images of Cedric hunted him endlessly causing deep emotional scars. The events leading up to his death were replayed over and over again in his sleep causing Harry a great deal of lack of rest. If one looked carefully they could see his eyes redder and bags of tiredness under his eyes.

Harry could still remember Cedric's face when he told him about the Dragons for the first task. He remembered when they both faced Viktor when he performed the Crucio curse or when they both decided to grab the cup, with smiles on their faces and victory for Hogwarts imprinted in their minds. He should have never made Cedric take the cup. He should have just taken it himself, be greedy.

"No." Harry whispered.

'I can't think this way" Harry thought. 'This is going to drive me bonkers if I keep thinking about it. Its enough that I have nightmares about it, I have to think of something else, I should work on my transfiguration essay.'

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It was 3 weeks since he left Hogwarts but to Harry it felt like forever. It seemed like the Dursleys have never changed, Dudley was still as fat as before, within a few years Dudley wouldn't be able to get out the door Harry thought. Aunt Petunia was still as cold as before and Uncle Vernon was as rude as before. All in all they Dursleys were the same old Dursleys, rude, impolite and narrow minded. This did not trouble Harry one bit, he was used to it, and he had 14 some odd years to get used to these miserable conditions.

The liberty, freedom and peacefulness that he enjoyed at Hogwarts were a world alien to that of what he had right now at Privet Drive with the Dursleys. Harry wished wholeheartedly that time would speed up so that he could return to his home and be with his friends again but even Harry knew he was no different than anyone else, he could not defy the laws of time. Well he could if he had a time tuner and a death wish since toying with time usually created dire consequences as Hermione has pointed to him many many many times on their adventure to save Sirius.

Sirius. Harry had received a letter from Sirius a week after he left Hogwarts. It was one of the only things keeping him sane amidst all the guilt and pain he experienced.

Harry went to retrieve the letter that he received from under his pillow and reread it.

Dear Harry,

                I hope you are better. I've been hiding out at Remus's place, trying to round up the old crowd that Dumbledore wanted.

I'm really sorry that I couldn't do anything to help you, I'm sorry about the amount of pain you must have experienced.

                I promise you that I will get you that home that you deserve once the dust has settled and I'm free.

Snuffles

Sirius's handwriting and his distinct scribbled words were heartwarming to Harry. With Sirius as guardian, Harry could only imagine the freedom he would receive. The trust and respect that he would get from Sirius, and the love that he would feel from someone who cares about him. Harry spent plenty of time daydreaming about what it would be like to live with Sirius.

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Harry Daydreaming

A nice little white house in a field of deep green grass, a nice little picket fence surrounded the house and its beautiful lawn. Inside the cozy house, every room was nice and simple, yet elegant and comfortable. A few bedrooms would be needed, one for Sirius, one for Harry and maybe 2 others for guests. A kitchen is necessary and a bathroom would certainly be very useful. A nice little study room with a few books would be nice along with comfy couches would complete the house.

In the back yard is where the outdoor activities could take place. Harry imagined the back to be a beautiful empty field with rolling hills in the distance. A miniature Quidditch field could be setup on the left side; a huge Oak tree would be situated on the right. In the summer he could read "Quidditch through the Ages" under the shades of the Oak tree, at night he could climb up or fly to the platform on a certain branch that stuck out, one that Sirius transfigured into a wooden platform, it could be Harry's own refuge, a place where he goes to relax. It could also act as a Quidditch platform where he can do the tweaking on his broom Harry thought.

End of DayDream

Such beautiful thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Harry's least favorite uncle, bringing him back to reality.

"Boy! Turn off the light! I don't want any neighbours seeing you in the middle of the night with your light still on! Stop doing what – what – FREAKISH thing you do and turn off the damn light!" uncle Vernon's rough and coarse voice came through the door. Harry quickly got up to close the light so he wouldn't enrage his uncle anymore, doing such things would only get him a yelling on how ungrateful he has been to the Dursleys hospitality.

Harry snorted. 'Hospitality' he thought, maybe he meant 'lack of hospitality', that would make more sense.

Harry slowly changed and fell into his bed in hopes of getting some rest. Perhaps to get away from all the discontent and the pain, yet with sleep came dreams and dreams were never a good thing for Harry.

The usual nightmares came back to haunt him, pictures of Cedric but also memories of Quirell and of Voldemort in first year. The face of Voldemort on the back of Quirell's head was seared into his mind. The picture within the Mirror of Erised flashed by, the family he should've had, the face of Tom Riddle and the Basilik reminded him of his connection with the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his near death experience number… well Harry didn't know which number.

The pathetic figure of Pettigrew the traitor disgusted Harry and the haunting surroundings of the grave where Voldemort was invoked an involuntary shiver that Harry felt throughout his whole body.

The death of Cedric was replayed over and over again, the limp dead body on the ground was horrifying and Harry felt his heart beating hard against his ribs, just when Harry thought he couldn't take it anymore, Harry found himself in front of his a small white house, his dream home. Amazed, he proceeded to walk up to the door with the intentions of knocking to talk to the occupant but before his knuckles made contact with the door he suddenly disparated.

Harry then found himself in the backyard watching Ron fly around on his broomstick, playing Quidditch with the Twins, as Ginny was preoccupied with a book under the shades. She blushed when she glanced up and realized that Harry was looking at her and she waved to Harry nervously. Harry smiled and waved back causing her cheeks to match her red hair as she returned to hide behind her newly picked up book which Harry noted with amusement was upside down.

'Where is Hermione' Harry thought suddenly.

The day slowly turned into the evening night, the sky became dotted with an infinity of stars twinkling every so often. Everyone disappeared, everyone except Hermione. She was on top of the Oak Platform; looking into a telescope at the stars above a candle was alight nearby the telescope.

"Harry! Come and look!" she cried trying to hurry Harry along. Harry's face immediately produced a goofy smile and Harry started running for the platform, he suddenly disparated once again and found himself right behind Hermione as she was looking into the telescope once more, she stood up and turned to Harry and beckoned him to have a look.

"Look Harry! It's the galaxy Andromeda; it's the closest galaxy to the Milky Way. The Milky way is where our solar system is situated and Andro-"

"Wow Hermione…" Harry quickly tried to interrupt her so that he could fully concentrate on the stars yet knowing his efforts were fruitless as Hermione kept going on, it was a nice feeling though Harry thought. After a moment Harry looked up to Hermione who was watching the constellations.

"Look there's Leo the Lion. And there's Sagittarius!" Hermione pointed first to the extreme left, then to the center. Hermione went on to name different constellations; Harry slowly started searching the night sky for stars for a new picture. Maybe a sign, maybe a new constellation. 

"Hermione, lets try to connect the dots and find constellations that we've never seen before, maybe a new sign? How's that? I know you already know all the known constellations already, you probably have the Astronomy textbook memorized already…" Harry teased her and noticing the slight blush he knew he was right.

"Well at least I've bothered to read the book Harry, you know you should read your books more carefully and do some note taking on each chapters so that you wouldn't forget what the content was." Hermione replied with a mix of hurt and annoyance in her voice.

"I know Hermione, I know. You're just looking out for me. Thank you for the concern but really why would I need to study when I have such a smart friend like you? One that I owe my life to on several occasion?" Harry inquired remembering the Potion Obstacle when Harry was going for the Philosopher's Stone and also when he heard she put Snape's cloak on fire, that distinct memory invoked a lopsided grin on Harry's lips.

Her face flushing noticeably she replied, "I remember saying in first year; 'books and cleverness! There are more important things – Friendship and Bravery.' You saved my life even when you didn't know me, or even like me." she whispered the last part suddenly interested in a star that was behind her, her face now turned from Harry's eyes.

"We've gone through a lot together Hermione. You're the best friend I could hope for. You stuck with me through everything and I mean everything even when Ron didn't believe me, you've helped me so much with schoolwork and even during the 3 tasks of the tournament. I can't thank you enough, thanks for being my friend." And Harry meant everything he said. He never had any real friends before Ron and Hermione. Hermione was as good a friend as they come, always on the lookout for Harry even when Harry would get mad at her or when the whole school was against him. Harry saw her right hand go up to her face; he thought it was probably to wipe away something from her eye.

Harry slowly looked up towards the right to once again search for a new constellation.

He immediately noticed a few of them shining extra bright as if they existed for the sole purpose of lighting up for Harry and Hermione, he quickly connected the dots and formed a bizarre image.

Harry tapped on Hermione's shoulder and pointed to the constellation as he said,  "Hermione, look."

"Where?"

"Over there!" Harry pointed repeatedly to the newfound constellation hoping she would notice it.

"Where?" Hermione still looked puzzled, still trying to search for Harry's newfound sign.

"Here I'll show you." Harry slowly came up behind Hermione and his right arm took Hermione's right arm and started pointing together the first 4 stars connected into a square. Harry's left arm slowly found its way wrapped around Hermione's waist, her back pressing against Harry's front. Harry then moved her arm to connect 4 other stars into a lightning shape within the book.

"A lightning within a book." Harry whispered near Hermione's ear. He noticed that her cheeks were a pink but Harry failed to conclude to why she was in such a state.

"Harry…"

Hermione slowly turned around to face Harry and Harry looked into the cinnamon brown eyes that was uniquely Hermione's. Harry slowly leant down, magnetically attracted to her, his lips brushed lightly against her sweet soft lips. Harry pulled back slightly to capture the image of her face, her eyes were still closed and her lashes fluttered, her cheeks were flushed but her face was aglow, it was heavenly.

Harry decided to repeat his previous actions but before he could go on, a blast rocked Harry and everything went bright as if an explosion took place, the light was too bright and it was blinding Harry's eyes, Harry suddenly realized that Hermione wasn't in his arms anymore.

'What happened to her?' Harry thought feeling his panic rise.

It took a while for the brightness to decrease but when the light slowly disappeared and when Harry's eyes could see again, Harry saw something that scared him more than Voldemort.

Standing in front of the Dursleys house, Harry saw that No. 4 Privet Drive was no more, the house was in rubble and smoke was rising from its ashes, nearby houses were a bit charred but otherwise unharmed. The whole block was dark and without any light as if a power outage had suddenly taken place. It seemed as if a shockwave or a sonic boom was released from the Dursleys home. But what was even more horrifying was that lying on top of the rubble in the middle was Harry's own body, motionless, the hardest part came after that when Harry saw Hermione's body right beside his in the same state as well.

Harry slowly fell to his knees. He felt himself struggling to breathe, his breath becoming shorter and ragged, still in shock, he kept on saying, 'No, no, no….'

"No…." Harry whispered sitting up from his bed. He immediately scanned his room and noticed that he was back at the Dursleys; relief flooded him like a tsunami.

'It was all a dream' Harry thought as his heartbeat returned to normal slowly. 'It was just a dream' Harry whispered. And Harry thought, his scar didn't hurt, it was just a nightmare, nothing to worry about he thought.

Harry fell back into his bed and this time, dreamless sleep overtook him.

This Chapter Has ended…