Chapter 6 - Training Part 1

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Now that he could do magic, the first thing he needed was more room. He looked at his book again to make sure he understood the wand movement and incantation. He cast the spell "Conclave-Dispando" This charm was a controlled expansion charm. You set the amount of expansion you needed. The charm could only go up to what the maximum expansion parameter that the room would allow.

The material of the wood, the size of the wall, and the magical energy of the caster and a host of other parameter determined the maximum amount of expansion the room could take on. Harry figured that all he needed was an extra 20 feet of room in the back of his bed. Once the room was expanded, he cast a disillusion and a concealment charm to make it look as if the old wall had not changed. Anybody looking in, even a wizard or witch would only see his old bedroom. Shit he thought, he had forgotten about Mad Eye, he would be able to see through the disguise, he had to find a way to beat his eye. He took out his trunk and expanded it. He went down and brought out his dark arts charms and wards books.

After about 30 minutes of reading, he found what he was looking for. There was a type of ward mixed in with a charm. This spell looked quite odd. This ward was cast on an area, which countered any see through function. This should trick even magical eyes into seeing a false image. He read up on the ward and how to cast it. He had to picture his bedroom as it had been and cast his wand in a conic shape while muttering "Occulto –Are-Zotheca". When the spell was cast a silvery light covering the inside of his room glowed for about 3 seconds and then it was gone. 'Man, being able to do magic was awesome!' he thought.

He looked at his watch and it was now 6:30 pm. At 7:00 he would go down and sell his idea to the Dursleys, so for the next 30 minutes, Harry dragged his trunk behind his wall and began unloading. He would keep the books, Odin's Eye and the sarcophagus in his trunk for now. Everything else was coming out. If he had to do a quick exit he would have his most prized possessions ready to go. He got his potions book and opened up to the blood preservation potion.

He then transfigured one of Dudley's old toys into a workbench. He got all of the necessary ingredients from his master potions cabinet. He got his platinum cauldron out along with the burner. He then transfigured another of Dudley's broken toy into a beautiful crystal vase. It was about 2 feet high and 6" in diameter. He also transfigured a large marble into a granite base holder for the vase. When that was done he decided it was time to confront the Dursleys.

Knowing his uncle he probably locked all the locks on his door. No matter, a quick "Alohamora" and he opened his door. He could hear them muttering downstairs, and picked up words like "should have him arrested for battery," and "No, we can't. His kind will make it even worse for us." Harry thought that his little temper tantrum must have affected them more than he thought.

He made his way downstairs and put on his best sneering face on. He walked into the kitchen where his aunt was the first to notice him, and she shrieked. Vernon turned around and Harry could clearly see two black eyes and several bandages around his mouth area. He bellowed "You have a lot of nerve showing yourself here after what happened!"

By then his face was pure magenta and spittle was coming out of his mouth. Dudley looked at Harry with pure venom in his eyes, probably trying to figure a way to extract revenge on him. Harry however decided to say nothing for a few seconds and then he reached into his pocket and took out two rolls of 1,000 pounds each and threw them at his uncle.

"Remember what I said the other day about trying to find another way? Well here is £2,000 pounds. There is enough there for all of you to go on a nice vacation to Majorca until the third week of August. This money on top of the money you have been saving for your summer vacation should allow you to treat yourselves to a very nice vacation indeed."

He then turned to his aunt, "Now aunty dearrrreeeest" he said with such loathing and hate that she nearly fell off her chair. "For this to work and the blood protection to remain intact I will need you to go to the blood bank and get two of litres of your stored blood. I know you keep these in case you need some future surgery or something?"

His aunt had always been pretty paranoid." Get yourself a cooler and bring your blood here. Don't try to mess around with this. I'll know if it's not your blood! At any rate I'm doing this to keep Voldemort from killing you so you might want to co-operate. God knows why I'm doing it. I should just let him kill you all!" He decided to keep the scare pressure on. No sense slacking off now.

He decided to elaborate" With you guys gone, there will be no chance of what happened two nights ago. I feel that if we are forced together for any major length of time, then I have no doubt that I will be forced to kill one of you, that is for certain!"

At the mention of the word kill, they all looked at Harry with fear in their eyes. "Look, as I said before, you were forced to take me in, and I sure as hell never asked to come here. You hate my kind and me and that's fine by me. Just so you know my hate for you is just as great. If you want to blame someone for all of these manipulations, then I suggest you start hating Dumbledore, my headmaster. It's because of his manipulations that you have been made miserable. I am as much a pawn in this as you are."

He decided to throw in some comfort.

"I will be working very hard this summer to learn all that I can so that I can break away from his manipulations, and allow all of us to also have the life that we want."

Vernon listened to his nephew, and for one once decided that nothing good was going to come from another confrontation with him. Something had happened to him to turn him cold and calculating. Long gone are the days when he could intimidate him and get away with it, no this Harry was not to be crossed, his face certainly bore testament to his new found strength and temper.

As much as he loathed the little bastard, he was not going to refuse a paid vacation by the likes of him. One thing he was dying to know was how he had gotten the 2,000 pounds? One thing for sure, Vernon Dursley was someone who could hold a grudge. He would find a way to repay his nephew for his beating that's for sure. For now he would simply go on a nice vacation.

Little did Vernon know that his failure to let some things drop would cost him everything!

"All right, I'm willing to get away from you at all cost, when should we be leaving?"

Harry answered "I want you away from me no later than tomorrow evening. By 7:00 pm tomorrow you should be on a plane to your destination! Do I make myself clear? And don't worry about your precious home. I will be taking good care of it; we wouldn't want to upset fucking Dumbledore now would we?" He spat.

Petunia looked at her sister's son, and could not believe what had happened these last 48 hours. She had never expected her nephew to hit her in any fashion. That night she had truly been scared for her life and the lives of her family. Something had happened to him at that damn school of his? She could see it in his eyes. For the first time in her life, she was starting to regret how she had gone along with Vernon's ideas on his treatment of her nephew these past 15 years.

She now realized that she may have played a much bigger part then she ever thought in turning this young man into this cold individual before her. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had absolutely no influence on him anymore. She now truly believed his threats. If her sister were watching, she would never forgive her for what she had done to Harry.

Petunia spoke up "Why do you need two litres of my blood?"

Harry answered "I believe that I can renew the blood protection without having you present physically! I have found a potion and a spell that will allow me to tie in the concoction directly to the blood wards. "

"Very well, I'll do as you ask. I will be back by 1:00 pm tomorrow with my blood."

Harry had been able to do some research at Hogwarts and found the spell that would tie blood directly to a ward. He was sure that this was the spell that Dumbledore had used. He simply needed to tie his blood concoction directly to the ward. The potion would keep both his blood and her blood alive for the next three months. By tying the vase to the blood ward, the wards should strengthen directly from the blood mixture.

"Good, now I suggest that you both go to Dididkins computer and book your flights and lodging! By the time you get back from vacation, I should be gone from this shit hole permanently. If my plans work out, you will never see me again, good riddance". Harry replied coldly.

Vernon knew he was taking a chance but decided to find out where he got the money. "Where this you get all of this money?"

Harry lied "I went to a wizard bank and took out a loan; I'll pay it off when I get my first wizard job!"

They all looked stunned, that he would do something like this for them. Well Vernon thought that was probably not the truth, but if it was, either way he was not going to look down on this money, no matter where it came from. Harry was looking at the internal struggle that was going on in his uncle's head, but he knew in the end that he would win, if nothing else Vernon Dursley was a greedy little pig!

They watched him go to the fridge and pick up the rest of the pot roast and a whole jug of orange juice and went upstairs to his room.

Once in his room, he decided to see if Hedwig was back. He opened his bedroom window and proceeded to wolf down his grub. Within 30 minutes Hedwig flew to her perch and hooted.

"Hey girl," Harry answered, "well I got all my business done and it went well for me girl. Now I need you to meet someone, his name is Anubis and he is a new addition to the family, you will get along with him now, won't you girl? For me!"

Hoot, Hoot answered Hedwig.

"All right I suppose you should meet him before you agree." Harry went and got Anubis off his bed and presented Anubis to Hedwig. Both Anubis and Hedwig looked at each other for about a minute, and then Hedwig turned back to Harry and Hooted once more, giving him her blessing. Wow, he sure was glad that they got along so quick. Not taking any chances he decided to ask Anubis

sss Hello Anubis, I wanted you to meet my OWL Hedwig, I want you both to be friends to each other, she will not try to harm you, can you promise the same. sss

sss That will not be a problem, master. I have already scanned her and found her to have no malice towards me; I promise not to hurt her. sss

Harry decided to give Anubis more comfortable bedding than his own. He picked another of Dudley's broken toys and transfigured it into a 4" X 6"X 6" sand box. He then took some more marbles and transfigured them into fine volcanic black sand. He filled the box sand to about 4" high. He than took another marble and transfigured it into hollow obsidian pyramid. It was 3" X 3" X 3". Anubis could go into it to get some privacy. The Entrance was 1" X 1" and sported the head of a Cobra at its entrance. Harry then put a permanent heat charm, to a temperature of 82 F.

Harry then said sss Here you go Anubis, you very own home sss

Sss Thank you master, it looks very inviting sss

Anubis had been right, he had been very lucky to meet up with such a great master; he liked his new home very much

Harry put Anubis on the black sand, and he swore he heard Anubis say sss home at last? sss

Once Anubis was comfortably set, he decided to get his potion ready, according to his tome it would only take 1 hr for prep time and another hour for cool down and bottling. He went to his bench and began his work. He went to his cabinet and retrieved the ingredients (powdered asphodel, lace wig, 24 eyes of newt, Heberian dragon bile, Gillyweed… etc.). By the time11: 45 pm came around, he had finished his potion and properly bottled it. He then looked into his book on charming magical artefacts. He needed to ensure a constant source of charged magic in the vase to help convert the blood magic to the wards. For this he learned that one could charge any pure gem quality crystal to store energy. This energy would then be released slowly over a period of time. He looked up the charming spell to imbue the crystal with raw magic. He went to his trunk and took out a handful of amethyst and put them in the crystal vase, he then slashed his wand in a wave pattern and uttered

"Pletum-Crystallus-Hecateius-Navitas"

A blinding white stream of energy left his wand and struck the crystals. They glowed and then settled to a rhythmic pulsing. The book explained that the crystals would pulse at the same rate as the wizard's heartbeat. With this done all that was needed was his aunt's blood and 10 drops of his magical blood. If he were right then the blood protection would recharge during the summer months. Looking at the time he decided to quit where he was and spend 30 minutes clearing his mind. First he put a locking charm on his door, "Compingo-Ianua",he then put a silencing charm on his room "Reticeo- Conclave". The words CONSTANT VIGILANCE running through his mind. Last thing he wanted was an attack from the Dursley in the middle of the night.

He sat on his bed and began clearing his mind. He reviewed the last 48 hours and happy with those memories he let them go, to settle in his subconscious. Very soon he was hearing nothing but the sound of his breathing. He laid his head on his pillow and his world went dark, exhaustion finally claiming his mind and body. Anubis had watched his master go to sleep

He hissed sss Sleep well master; I will guard the doors to your mind. sss

Monday June 25, 1997

At around 7:30 am, Harry awoke from a rather pleasant dream of winning the Quidditch world cup. He looked at his window and could already see blue sky, and the sun was out and bright. He took a long stretch and yawned. Wow, he thought, he felt completely refreshed and rested. Harry never quite realized how much he had missed true sleep. Anubis would get another good feed today.

Harry hissed sss Good morning Anubis! sss

sss Good morning master! sss

sss If you are hungry, I will leave out some food for you later in the morning, I know you like to catch your prey. sss

sss That would be great master. sss

"Hello Hedwig, how are you girl?"

Hoot was her reply. Harry went to his pet supply and got out several tasty treats and put them in Hedwig's cage, she nipped his finger with affection and went to town on her treats. Harry decided to clean up her cage "Evanesco" he uttered with his wand. Now with that done he decided to get his shower first and then some breakfast. He took off his charms and went to get himself a shower. When he was done with his morning habits he went back to his room and decided to have some breakfast. He realized he did not have a table and chairs. He looked at an old set of Dudley's wood toys.

He bitterly remembered how he was forbidden to play with those toys when he was 4. He took out the wooden mallet and transfigured it into a table. He then took several of the wooden balls and made them into sitting chairs. With that done he went to his English Ice box, and got himself a country skillet consisting of hash brown, scrambled eggs, diced peppers, mushroom, cheddar cheese and a large glass of orange juice. This was followed with 4 wheat toasts and raspberry jam. 'Man,' he thought, 'this is great. No more near starvation.'

He needed to calculate the distance parameter to engage Odin's Eye, so he decided to measure the boundaries of the house and for safekeeping he would set the boundary to be within 5 ft outside the house. He needed to find the centre of the house. He made sure none of the Dursleys were around and he picked up his wand and cast the measuring spell "Admetior-Modus".

An image would appear with a number telling him the distance from his location to his preset boundaries. It was sort of like a muggle laser range finder. He found that if he cast the spell by the 2nd floor bathroom he was pretty much near centre of the house.

With this done he decided to go and sort all of his remaining books in his trunk. He went in his trunk and piled all of his books in the centre room and began cataloguing his entire book in terms of subject. Charms, Transfiguration, DADA, Potions, Trades. He did the same thing but with Dark Arts books only. By the time he has finished with his books, it was nearly 12:30 pm. He decided to take a break and get himself some lunch. He went to his ethnic icebox and pulled himself some lamb shawarma and some pumpkin juice. By the time he was done he noticed it was time to meet his dear blood relations. He picked up the crystalline vase and made his way to the kitchen.

As Harry neared the kitchen, he could hear his uncle and aunt. He made his way to the kitchen and noticed a cooler sitting on the kitchen table. He looked at his aunt and asked her if she had the blood?

"Yes, I even gave you a fresh bag. I gave some blood this morning!"

"Good, he said, let's get this over with and have you on a nice plane and out of my hair"

He went to the ice box and picked up the blood bags. He then emptied the blood bags inside the crystal vase and took out his dagger and cut his hand, he let 10 drops of blood mix with his aunts. He then took a litre of blood sustaining potion and poured it in the vase. He then waited for the crimson light to fade, and followed through with the incantation "Cognatio Matertera Tutela" a deep pulsing burgundy light emitted from the glass jar.

After about 10 seconds, the light began pulsing in a rhythmic fashion at a regular interval. Not long after that, there was a very bright light that surrounded the house for about10 seconds and then it was gone. As far as Harry could tell the spell had worked. The blood protection wards would be strengthened while his aunt was away. Harry was sure that the old bastard kept an eye on the strength of the wards, and this would hopefully fool him into leaving him alone.

"Well the spell worked, I am positive that the blood protection is being renewed as we speak".

"It looks like everything is set. That manipulative bastard of a headmaster of mine will not know what is happening. I just want to let you know that this arrangement is the best. I hate all you, after everything you put me through. I'll never forgive you. If my plans work out properly, this is the last time I will ever have to see you. Should you ever cross me or injure me in any way in the future, I will make sure that you suffer the most painful deaths imaginable. Never forget the words that I have uttered today"

As he said this they could see the sneer on his face and the glow of his eyes. Vernon and Petunia looked at each other and understood that this was no idle threat. Vernon began to understand the extent of the boys hate for him. The only question that mattered is who was in charge, and clearly Vernon understood that he has lost his title. To provoke the boy would be suicide. He resigned himself to make the best of his choices. If he was lucky, he would be rid of him and his kind by next summer.

To ensure that the Order would be completely fooled he needed to draw them out with him to give the Dursleys a chance to get away from the house. He told that that he was going for a Jog and that his would be guardians would have no choice but to follow him. He had not doubt that the order was watching him, and he needed them to think that the Dursleys would still be around, so he made sure that the family car stayed and the Dursleys would get a cab to the airport.

By the time 5:00 pm rolled around, he had his shorts and trainers and went for a jog around the park. He knew that the order would be unhappy with his outing, but in his mind this served two purposes. It would piss them off and would divert attention from the Dursleys and they made their exit. By the time he got back to Privet drive they had taken a taxi to the airport and he was now alone in the house.

God for the first time in his life he felt utterly liberated. Just as he was about to enter the house a delivery truck showed up in the driveway. He now remembered his physical training equipment that he ordered the other day. He waited for the deliveryman to make his way to him. Not wanting the Order to get to suspicious, he went inside the home and got them to drop all of his equipment in the living room. He signed the delivery form and bade them goodbye. He proceeded to cast a levitating charm on all of his equipment and he set them up in his room. When the equipment was properly set, he decided to write to the order and his so called friends to make sure they stayed away from #4 Privet drive.

Harry knew that he needed to keep up appearances and not attract any attention yet, so he would stay nice to the traitors for now. When the time came he would drop the hammer. Revenge is a dish best served cold! He currently held the advantage, he knew of their betrayal, but they did not know that he knew. When the time came he would use them.

Dear Remus

Everything here is quiet. The muggles are treating me o.k. I am keeping busy and trying to get over Sirius death. I will need a lot of time to myself to sort all of this. Don't worry I'll be fine. I miss him very much.

I'm sorry for what happened if only I would have known Occlumency. I have to live with this guilt for the rest of my life. It's going to take me a lot of time to put all of this into perspective. Take care of yourself Remus. I would like to see you this summer but I'm sure the great bastard will forbid it.

I just want to know why Dumbledore is interested in me and Who Fucking made him God? I would like nothing better than to tell him to go fuck himself with his orders, but I know that I can't. Look, tell the Order that the muggles are being nice, and I will not be sending you guys a parchment every three day. I'll be fine now. The threats at Kings Cross had their effect. Don't worry I am telling you the truth. See you in September.

Sincerely

Harry Potter

P.S Could you take Hermione's letter and mail via muggle post. Since I'm in prison, I can't do it!

He also decided to write some letters to his so called friends

Dear Hermione

Hope you are had a good time in Australia? He knew damn well that she was not there, but he should keep up appearances. By the time this letter finds you, I'll be close to the middle of August. I'll be seeing you in September.

I need time to sort out my feelings so don't bother sending an Owl asking me what I am feeling. I honestly don't know at the present. Plus I'm sure that our esteemed Headmaster would not allow any correspondence getting to me. Must keep Harry in the dark, you know. At this point in time I don't care about getting any information; it's not as if it's going to be the truth anyway. As for the papers they are probably to busy slandering me anyway. There are a lot of changes coming Hermione, things will definitely change this coming year. I hope I am up to it. Well on this last note good luck on the OWL's and Take Care

Harry

Dear Ron

How are you? Well don't bother writing me, as I am sure Dumbledore will forbid it anyway. The muggles are o.k. and not bothering me. I guess the thought of Mad Eye coming over here is enough to keep them in line. I need a lot of time to myself now, to sort out where I go from here. Sirius was the closest thing I had to a parent and now he is gone because of me. Believe me I plan on making some changes come September. Have a nice summer with the Dragons and good luck on the OWL's. See you then

Harry

Now Harry thought, he had to keep the illusion that the Headmaster was still controlling him, the very thought galled him to no end but such was his reality. His over all objective was to make sure that the goon squad stayed as far from the house as possible. This would no doubt limit the potential for any unwelcome discoveries where he was concerned.

Dear Head Master

The muggles are treating me o.k. for now as we have come to a certain understanding. That being said, it has become obvious to them that there are FREAKS near their house. Part of our mutual respect agreement is for your soldiers to stay off the property.

They have made it clear to me that they will file a formal complaint to the minister of magic, and I told them that I would help them with this if you do not remove your puppets from their property. If you feel you must post your guards, then do so from a fair distance, they don't need to be so close that they hear me fart under my covers at night.

It will take me some time to get over Sirius, and the prophecy. In the end I now truly realize what I have lost, he was the only person that I could really TRUST! I'll deal with my grief in my own way and in my own time. I will see you in September.

Sincerely

Harry Potter

Well the letter was a tad on the cool side, but it was plain that he would not bother with him for the rest of the summer. He essentially told him he needed his space. That being said, he hoped that the old bastard got the message.

After his letters he realized that to stay focused and disciplined, he needed to make himself a schedule:

June 25 Odin"s Month

5:30-7:00 am Physical training running for 30 to 45 min, work on a set of muscle arm, then chest, arms, legs…etc.

7:00-7:15 showers

7:15-8:00 am Breakfast

8:00- 11:30 Occlumency training

11:30- 12:00 lunch

12:00- 4:00 pm Theory of Magic

4:00- 6:00 High Parseltongue

6:00-7:00 Supper

7:00-10:00 Muggle Science Physics, Chemistry, computer science, meditation

Bed

Now he needed to engage Odin's Eye and begin his training. He made sure to send Hedwig with his letter to the Order. He went to his trunk and retrieved the Eye, he then positioned the eye outside of the upstairs bathroom and uttered the time spell "Districtus-Vetustas-Anteeo-Fluxi" suddenly a golden light engulfed the whole house and just as quickly the light was gone and Harry went back to his room. Harry suddenly felt very weak, he knew that his magic had been drained and he would need to rest to replenish himself.

4 week later Odin Time

Harry was reading the last of his Occlumency books. He had read all of his light and dark arts books on the subject. The problem he was dealing with was the fact that most of the theory pertaining on the subject dated back to the early 1800"s. God wizard kind was so very slow in inventing and adapting. All of the books he had studied dealt with clearing his mind and building a multitude of barriers.

The problem was that every wizard dealing with mind magic was aware of the current Occlumency literature and their techniques. In using the current theories, any Legilimens expert would know these theories and know how to get around these Occlumency blocks. All the books on the subject proposed a method of segmenting ones mind like an onion or a pie. The outer layers would contain garbage information and the inner layers would contain his more intimate thoughts. The deepest layer would contain his most private memories such as the contents of the prophecy or his love interest.

Harry realized that he needed a new way of thinking and organizing his mind. He needed something that was completely different to current Occlumency techniques. If he could find his own method, any Legilimens would find it very difficult to break his shields. They would not have the time to recognize the defence structures and would not have any effective counter attack.

The Odin's Eye proved to be a nuisance as well. Everything had to be stored inside his trunk. If he forgot to leave it out, it would be erased. Harry was very frustrated at first, but thankfully Vladimir had given him the hint about the storage of notes. He told that anything that has a magical residue can and will transfer through the time flux. The magical beings and artefacts went back with the flux, while everything non-magical was lost to the destruction of time.

In the meantime he practiced reaching his core, just like Anubis had taught him. Well in reality, he had given him some ideas on the how. Harry had read his meditation books, but in the beginning he had a very hard time calming his mind because his books called for picturing a calm and tranquil place that his mind could escape to.

Harry, having been raised in a cupboard and not gone anywhere, did not have a very good repository of calming images. Anubis had sensed this and had transferred images of his own experiences. He gave him images of the Egyptian desert at night under a full moon. Harry had nearly cried at the beauty of the images. The images were so real that he could even feel the night breeze on his skin while sitting on the sand dune. He could see the moon sparkling on the Nile and the Desert valley bathed in the moonlight. These images had allowed Harry to tune out all of his other thoughts and after a week, he was able to reach his inner magical core.

He had been utterly shocked by the exquisiteness and calming effect that was his inner being. As he reached his center, he felt himself standing on a cliff looking at an ocean of blue white material. It was sparkling as if he was seeing the Milky Way galaxy. This energy Ocean seemed infinite.

He soon realized that he was looking at his raw magical energy in its purest form. He could see a vast array of channels that connected the Ocean's shoreline to where ever the channels went. Some of the channels were nothing more than creeks, and some gave the appearance of small narrow rivers. From reading his magical theory books, the channels were the energy conduits to every part of his body. Apparently very powerful wizards not only had vast quantities of raw magic, but also had very large and developed conduit for channelling their magical energy.

Harry had learned from his favourite magical theory books that there were three parts to magical energy. This particular book was very good because it had been written by a muggle born wizard who decided to become a muggle neuro-surgeon. The book had been written in 1989, but no one had been willing to give it mass printing. He had not doubt that it was because most pureblood had no faith in any muggle science. Again Harry thought that their prejudice would truly be their undoing. Harry, as far as he knew, had bought the only copy of this book. Harry was now convinced that it was several grades above anything that the regular mainstream had come up with.

The author explained that a wizard's blood was the building block for creating magical raw energy. This is why this author believed that muggle born witches and wizards, were a genetically mutated branch of Homo Sapiens. They were an evolved branch of humanity. This does not mean they are superior to regular muggles, but their gift at manipulating magical energy as it is called has made them a very special breed of humanity. He went on to say that in time the whole world would eventually become magical. Through magical census, and statistics he had proven that the incidence of muggle born witches and wizards were on the rise. 'Well,' Harry thought, 'this certainly fit with Darwin's theory of evolution. Selective mutations often favoured a species.'

The current argument of pureblood superiority in wizard culture is utter nonsense. The strength of the genetic mutation ultimately determined the powers of the muggle born witch or wizard. They could be born with a very large capacity for manufacturing raw magical energy and a very large PONS for storing the energy. If the mutation were weak then their powers would also reflect this.

This also explains why some muggle born witches or wizards were far more powerful than some of the so-called purebloods. The magical ocean he had seen in his inner self was a representation of the available raw magic that his body had in reserve. The channels were the conduits from which the raw energy would flow from the brain to the rest of the body.

The PONS was a region of the brain, which had two functions for wizards and witches. The PONS would act as a magical storage device and it also served as a relay station between the higher cerebral cortex functions and the cerebellum. The cerebral cortex would define the spell and give it shape and function. The stronger the emotion, the more magical energy the PONS would store.

Powerful wizards had very developed PONS in their brains. That was somewhat analogous to a muggle electronic capacitor waiting to be charged or discharged. The more powerful the wizard or witch, the bigger the capacitor would be. The next important factor to being a powerful wizard or witch was having wide magical channels properly developed in their bodies. The larger the quantity and the wider the channel the more power could be delivered to the wand arm.

The author believes that through extensive meditation and internal restructuring, a magical being could increase the size and amount of magical channels. In fact with enough magical channels one could create a new form of magic called body magic. At this stage the persons magic could be sent out to the surface of a person and enable incredible feats of muscle manipulation. One could become very strong and fast. Some Oriental wizarding cultures have made it a religion to develop this type of magic.

The books had explained how to widen the channels and create new ones. It explained that it was a long and painful process. Once the channels were widened the amount of power accessible would grow exponentially. Roughly 30 minutes twice per day should be devoted to this exercise.

One had to use their raw core energy and slowly force it through their existing channels. You had to picture a powerful river cutting through the land and emulate it internally. The more energy you force fed to the channel the more it would grow until the individual felt no more pain in creating the channel. At that point the channel would be in equilibrium and at its maximum width and power flow. Creating new channels was the same process. You had to picture where you wanted a new channel and force the core energy to flow to your intended destination. You could create channels to your brain, any where in the body or to the surface of the skin.

Harry had every intention of force-feeding the energy until he could master body magic. He now wanted to master body magic more than ever. If he could mix this type of magic with muggle martial arts, then he would gain an incredible advantage in combat. The only problem was that he had nowhere to train in martial arts. That didn't matter right now. He needed to grow his magical channels to begin with. There would be enough time to find a place later on.

For his next month he had to find a way to gain on his Occlumency training. Tonight he would have to deactivate Odin's Eye and wait until tomorrow. He decided that he would hook up his computer to the Internet. He had been fascinated at the muggle creation called the computer. He had studied about RAM, ROM, hard drive and file structures; he had studied operating systems, file encryption and about computer virus and antiviral systems and viral scans. He learned about the Internet and search engines and firewall for protection.

He took one more look at his computer book and laid it by his Occlumency books and went to deactivate the Eye "Arcanus-Anteeo- Fluxi" a silver light lit the inside of the house for about a second and was gone. When that was completed he got started on hooking up his computer to the Internet. By the time he was finished and had surfed the Internet several times. He noticed that it was nearly 6:00 pm. He stopped and realized that he was quite hungry.

He decided to get himself a good meal, and for tonight he chose a plate of braised lamb, lemon herb potatoes and falafels with a pitcher of pumpkin juice. He had to admit, that getting those magical Icebox was a stroke of genius. He went back to get his computer book and noticed that it was lying beside his Occlumency book. He went to pick up his computer book and noticed his Occlumency book sitting next to it. He then turned back to his computer book and back to his Occlumency book. He suddenly came up with the wildest thought!

He now figured that there was no reason it could not work! That's It. This would be leaps and bounds better than any of his previous Occlumency training. He would emulate the organization of his brain like that of his computer. His brain would be like a hard drive. His Occlumency shields would be the equivalent of firewalls. His Legilimens capabilities would be equivalent to viruses, worms and bots! His personal files would have the equivalent of encryption programs. He would train his mind to counter any mental attacks.

God this would be so unique that any Legilimens would have no idea on how to penetrate his mind or where to look for information. He remembered Anubis tell him that even memories could be imprinted with a magical signatures. This would be the equivalent of encrypting his thoughts with his magical signature, any tempering of his thoughts would prove very difficult to the Legilimens as he would have to overcome his magical signature, and this encryption method would make it much easier for Harry to scan his own mind to see if false memories had been planted. 'Man, this was brilliant,' he thought. It would take a while to sort out his memories but it would be worth it.