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Harry Potter and the Power he Knows Not by JayaMioneDurron
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Harry Potter and the Power he Knows Not

JayaMioneDurron

Okay people I am so sorry this took so long but I haven't been on in 2 months. I'm doing my yr 11 TEE atm and I haven't had time to do anything latly because it's the end of my school year (I finished on Friday) and now I have a week of xams. So I have barely written anything latly but your luck I already had this typed and I have a whole heap hand written. So now I have two months off so you can be expecting more updates for awhile. And then when I tried to do this there was the upload error.

YOU MUST READ THIS OTHERWISE THERE WILL BE NO UPDATES FOR AWHILE - I really need a new betta guys this is the last bettered chapter I have so if you are interested please either email me or say something in your reviews. I have a few pages waiting for bettaing btw so you'll get to read them. And also just to point out the names in the last chapter were just used cause I like them there will be LotR in this. Sorry for the misunderstanding but I did state it in the AN at the top of the chapter so if you didn't read it then it is your own fault for being confused. I only put important stuff in the authors notes so you'd best pay mind to read them cause they often explain things that I know I will get asked in reviews and will help you better understand the chapter.

Now that is taken care of here is the update. Sorry I couldn't make it longer but as I said this is the only bettaed stuff I have left.

Chapter 9 - New Wands and their Consequences

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Harry lay on his bed exhausted. It was eleven o'clock on Sunday and he couldn't remember a time when he had been more exhausted. It had been one week since training had started strangle Harry believed he had learnt more in the week then he had in his four years at Hogwarts.

Everyday Harry would get up at seven and go for a run around the lake with Hermione. They would then return to the tower, train for awhile on both the physical combat and magic they were learning before having a quick breakfast. From there Hermione went to study with several teachers while Harry had two hours training with Dumbledore. Hermione and sometimes McGonagall would then join then for another hour and a half before they were allowed a half an hour break for lunch.

Harry then had an hour of both Ancient Runes and Arithmancy tutoring - much to Harry's disgust and Hermione delight he found that she had been right when she said that they were interesting, much to Hermione's delight he was catching on quickly. After there two hours separate learning they would meet in the great hall again for three hours training with Arya before finally returning to their `sanctuary' as Harry had dubbed it where Dobby would bring them dinner while they spent a few hours studying.

Now at last Harry got to rest, he was exhausted but he couldn't just sit around doing nothing he was too used to being busy to really be tired.

So Harry planned to make the most of his day off, by practicing Quidditch. There was no way he was planning to let Slytherin come close to beating them this year.

Smiling Harry jumped out of bed threw on his favourite shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. Fed up of wearing Dudley's old cloths he had gone out and bought himself some cloths that actually fitted him -and looked good - on his first day back at Hogwarts.

Dressed Harry made his way to the corner where his firebolt lay untouched since this time last week. About to wrap a strong hand around the handle he was disturbed by a knock on the door. Smiling Harry turned around to find Hermione standing in his doorway as was expected.

Slowly his smile faded. What she was wearing made his jaw drop, quickly Harry turned away and pretended to collect his fire bolt while his mind dealt with the image of seeing Hermione in a pair of snug black jeans and a low cut bell sleeved emerald green top that flared from just under her breasts.

Smirking Harry quickly made his decision. After all there was no reason he couldn't play the same game that she was. Throwing a casual glance Hermione's way Harry turned back to her and slung his broom over his shoulder. Allowing her to notice his eyes rake her body Harry paused a moment before speaking.

"You look good in my colours." Harry said giving her a smile that would melt most girls' hearts.

Harry could just make out a blush start to creep up her face before she realized what he was doing, "Well they're better then Ron's at least."

Harry's baby smile quickly turned into a full fledged grin, "True, red isn't your colour at all." Harry was rewarded for his efforts with a full-blown blush at this, "Well on second thoughts maybe it is."

Hermione playfully swatted at his chest, "Are you teasing me Harry James Potter." She asked with indignation in her voice.

Grinning like a maniac Harry slung the arm that wasn't occupied with his firebolt around her shoulders, "Of corse not." Harry managed before breaking into a fit of laughter, "So why did you come and get me anyway?" Harry asked hoping she didn't want him to study on his day off.

"I just got a message from Dumbledore, he wants us to meet him in the great hall." Hermione answered allowing him to lead her out of his room and towards the hall.

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"Sirius!" Harry yelled, dropping his arm from Hermione's shoulder and running towards his godfather.

"Harry." Sirius barked out as he gave his godson an affectionate pat on the back.

"Hi Sirius." Hermione greeted as she walked over to them.

"Hermione." Sirius exclaimed as he pulled her into a large hug. "If only I was a few years younger." he joked, earning a laugh from both teenagers.


"So what are you doing here?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I'm doing a favour for Dumbledore."

"Like what?" Harry asked, as glad as he was that he could spend more time with his godfather, he was more than slightly curious as to why he was at Hogwarts to begin with.

"You'll see later on in the week," Sirius said, grinning at some thought running its way through his head, "As for today, Dumbledore has his own reasons for wanting you here."

Hermione was about to question him further when Dumbledore and none other than Mr. Ollivander walked into the hall, the latter of which was carrying two boxes.

Harry and Hermione couldn't even force smiles onto their faces through their confusion.


Dumbledore, however, didn't seem to notice this and simply smiled at them, "I see you got my message then," he said, blue eyes twinkling.

Harry nodded and turned around to see what Sirius' reaction was, but was surprised to find that he had turned once more into the large shaggy dog.

Harry turned back to Dumbledore just in time to see him give a small nod to Mr. Ollivander. Curiously, Harry glanced at Hermione to see what her reaction was.

Harry noticed that she was biting her bottom lip and was leaning slightly
on the balls on her feet like she always did when she was nervous or excited or when he was doing something stupid that he probably shouldn't be doing.

Harry smiled inwardly; she really was beautiful; the way her eyes glowed in excitement and she unconsciously played with a strand of her hair. It was small things like these that Harry loved. It still amazed him that he knew her so well, he knew what she was thinking without even thinking about it.

Everyone called Ron his best friend but when it came down to it, he really wasn't. He couldn't tell Ron his deepest secrets; he didn't know what Ron was thinking just by his eyes, he couldn't count on Ron to always think of him as just Harry no matter what happened. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew that Ron would always get too caught up in "The Harry Potter" to ever truly know Harry.

"Miss Granger, I believe you will find this new wand perfectly suited to your… liking."

Harry shook his head slightly, trying to reorient himself. He realized that Mr. Ollivander was now standing in front of him and Hermione and was holding a wand in his hands as though it was made of glass.

"Excuse me sir, but what exactly do you mean? I already have a wand, so does Harry." Hermione stated as though this was obvious.

Just as Ollivander was about to explain, Dumbledore stepped forward.

"Due to the fact that you have discovered your new powers, I have organized
for you to be given new wands that are more suited to your abilities. Specifically related to the core of your power."

Mr Ollivander smiled at Dumbledore, then stepped forward gently revolving Hermione's wand in his hands.

"14 inches, silver maple and blue cedar, excellent combination - though slightly unusual - for channelling powers of… a different type. Though not as strange as the core, five stones taken from the core of the earth to the
clouds above. Each containing a different property, fire, earth, water, air and… well I guess you will find out it time."

Dimly Harry noticed that Ollivander had only listed four of the five stones while he was examining Hermione's new wand. He had never seen anything like it before. The handle had a blue tint to it while the wand itself seemed to glow silver.

"Swishy, good for more advanced spells." he finished, presenting the wand to Hermione.

Harry's gaze shifted from Ollivander to Hermione, whose eyes were glowing with excitement. Tentatively, she reached a hand out and took the offered wand. The moment her skin came into contact with the highly polished surface, the maple and cedar began to glow. Their colours brightened for a moment before the glow was replaced by red sparks which changed to yellow then green and finally blue before at last white engulfed her.

For a moment Harry's breath stopped.

What had happened to his Hermione? was the only thought running through his mind as his body readied itself for a battle. Everything that he'd learnt in the past week flooded his body as he leapt forward and grabbed Hermione's wrists. From the corner of his eye he saw Dumbledore and Ollivander step forward to stop him. But it was too late; the white glow was already consuming him.

//Harry?// he heard Hermione ask, or at least he thought he heard her but the voice was coming from inside him.

//What?// he thought, unconsciously projecting the thought.

//What did you do?// Hermione asked him.

//I… Well you.// He paused for a moment thinking. //When that light engulfed you, I panicked and just well… I jumped after you and grabbed your hands.// Harry said, embarrassed by his stupidity, of course Dumbledore would let nothing happen to them.


He suddenly got an image of Hermione nodding her head, //Well that explains why you're here.//

//Where is here exactly?// Harry asked mentally looking around at the whiteness that had engulfed him. Once again an image of Hermione filled his mind but this time she was smiling.

//Nowhere and Everywhere, we're in the fifth center, the base of all life.//

Before Harry could inquire further into what had happened, he had a sudden feeling of falling and before he knew it, he was standing in the great hall with Dumbledore and Ollivander looking at him.

Slowly, Harry became aware that his arms were now wrapped protectively around Hermione waist and she was pressed against his chest. Feeling heat rise on his face as Harry slowly stepped away from Hermione, immediately missing her closeness but determined to keep his place.

Just as Ollivander was about to speak, Dumbledore cut him off.

"It will be interesting to see how this new event will work out." he stated, as if commenting on the weather. "Mr. Ollivander, I believe it is past time to present Harry with the wand that had been awaiting him these past few years."

"Of course," Ollivander replied, moving to take the other box from Dumbledore's hands and carefully removing the object from within.

"Let's see now," he murmured. "Ah yes. 15 inches. Taken from the core of a Rosewood sapling 12 years after it was first struck by lightning. Interestingly, it grew tremendously in the first year. Alas, I thought it had died when it was struck by lightning a year and a half after it was planted, though I did not have the heart to remove it. Then, to my surprise, ten years after it was hit it began to grow once again. But not more than nine months after this miracle occurred, it was struck again. Knowing the tree no longer had any chance of life, I removed it, only to be left with a
single untarnished center."

Ollivander seemed to return form a trance, "Sorry about that, Mr. Potter. I'm afraid I drifted, now where was I?"

"Oh, yes. The core. Once again, a phoenix feather, the same as your first wand I believe, but this time something extra has been added. Something even more powerful."

Mr. Ollivander peered intently at Harry for a minute before continuing.

"Extremely hard to find they were, the remains of three other wands as well as one very strange crystal that are contained in your wand. Of course your parents' wands were used, as well as that of Godric Gryffindor,"

Ollivander continued on, despite the look of shock that was not only etched onto Harry's face but Hermione's as well.

"Ah now the crystal, harder then any known substance. Even diamonds and dragon scales. And powerful, so very powerful. No one knows where it came from and he wasn't going to tell. Very secretive about the source of his power that Kyp Durron was."

Harry was still staring at Ollivander long after he finished speaking. Because of this fact, he failed to see Hermione look frantically at Dumbledore then back to him before finally resting her eyes on the wand that Ollivander was offering to Harry.

Numbly, Harry reached out to take the wand. As his hand clasped around the smooth wood, he heard a sound very much like a clap of . Before Harry could even think about the tingling sensation that was filling his body, a warm glowing light engulfed him. The last he remembered before the darkness engulfed him was the horrified face of his best friend staring at him.

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In the center of the universe, there is nothing but white. This white is the base of all life. Without the white, life will not exist. Some people are born with a connection to the white, for the white is the origin for all magic. But at the very end of the white, a young boy can just make out a single strip of black slowly devouring it.

Slowly the young boy looks around. There is no one else in the white, he is alone and he has no way of getting back. The boy can't remember where he must return to, only that he must return. He must, some one is worried about him and will be very hurt if he does not return.

Slowly, a voice began to echo around the young man's head, tousling his unruly black hair and dancing in front of his eyes.

"Harry… Harry" the voice calls. As soon as the voice started, an image began gathering in front of his eyes. It slowly took on the appearance of a woman with red hair and emerald eyes.

This woman is familiar to the boy… Harry! Harry… that's his name! Slowly, his memory returns and he is able to place a name to the woman in front of him.

"Mum." he whispers in a hoarse voice.

The woman only smiled at him as her form changed to that of a man in his early twenties with the same unruly black hair that the boy struggled with and intense brown eyes.

"Dad?" the boy questioned, his eyes growing wide.

Slowly the figure shook his head and began to shrink, his eyes changing to an emerald green. This time the boy didn't comment, he knew who the reflection in front of him was, he'd seen it everyday since before he could remember.

"Do you understand?" the reflection asked in a far off voice that sounded nothing like that of the boy.

"No." the boy… Harry answered.

"Then you've taken the first step to truly understanding. Only if you can admit that you don't know can you begin the process of learning."

"Learning what?" Harry asked.

"Anything you want," the figure replied, it's your choice."

To this the boy had no comment. Instead he asked the first question that came to his mind, "Who are you?"

"Ah, and your first question is the most irrelevant. A more correct question would be who are you?"

"I'm Harry Potter." The boy replied instantly.

"That is your name, not who you are." the voice replied.

Harry was looking on bewildered.

"You will understand in time."

Harry was confused by this answer so he asked his next question.

"Where are we?"

"You know where we are; you will realize it in time."

Harry felt like hitting something, he wasn't getting any straight answers.

"Why won't you answer me!" he exclaimed, becoming aggravated.

"Maybe because you are asking the wrong questions. Centre yourself and calm your mind. Now, ask the first thing that comes to your mind. No matter what it is."

"Why am I here? Did I die?" Harry asked after a moment's silence.

"Now we are getting somewhere. You are here because where you came from your body is changing and your mind cannot deal with that change. No, you are not dead. Lightning and spells cannot harm you if you can find your centre and know the answers. That scar you carry is proof of that. Alas, our time has come to a close. You are being pulled back to your physical self now. I will speak to you again. But remember two things and if you can answer them.

`Who are you?' and `Whom do you serve?' They may save your life one day.

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