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Vivire Est Mori

Your mind is infinite, if it be a blade then sharpen, if it be a shield then harden, only then will it be formidable. Harry was not yet formidable though his body was a vessel to a power that flickers wilder than a flame. Over the past few days it was impossible to miss - exhilarating to watch the particles vibrate around him like the blurred heat of a desert. It was almost audible the closer he sat - the fain buzz of a bee when his heart pumped faster and his blood rushed warmer. If only his mind was a blade ready to sharpen or a shield ready to protect himself. Instead his mind was a book displayed as a classic in a library. If only Harry had the luck to be born to a prominent family and trained. Maybe fate brought Aristide to Harry; was it his mission to protect or train his mind - his magic - to place a lock onto the book and make his power the key? "Hey Harry," began Aristide.  He paused. He truly should think more about this, it was not like Harry would never come back. Maybe fate was not real and destiny was just an old fairytale to trick little kids into yearning the system of life. "Yeah?" Aristide looked up at Harry. "Aristide?" Maybe destiny is real. "Take me with you," Aristide rushed, eyes wide and trained solely on Harry's.