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Chapter 1

“GO TO YOUR CUPBOARD YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE FREAK!” shouted Uncle Vernon, “AND NO DINNER FOR TONIGhT!”

An inaudible sigh left 6 year old Harry’s lips. Harry was a small skinny kid. His brilliant emerald eyes shone beneath a veil of raven-black hair. His skin was gaunt and stretched over what little muscle and bone he had. He wore extremely baggy clothes that were hand-me-downs from Dudley Dursley, his cousin.

His relatives, the Dursleys HATED him. Just because he had magic. His mother was Aunt Petunia’s older sister for crying out loud! But no, just because he had magic, they hated him. The Dursleys did everything they could to squash the “unnaturalness” out of him. He was heavily abused. If it wasn’t for Ebony, he probably would have killed his relatives long ago.

Ebony was his best friend. Harry didn’t know where she came from, he just knew that she was there only for him. He had asked what she was and she replied that she was neither an angel, nor a demon, nor a spirit, nor a mortal, but was something in-between. He had asked what she meant and she replied he would know when the time was right. Ebony was just a little shorter than Harry. She had silver hair that ran down her back like a waterfall and ended at the small of her back. Her face was very elvish, she even had pointed ears. She had extremely vibrant violet eyes and flawless pale skin.

Harry trudged to the cupboard under the stairs and went in. Uncle Vernon locked the door behind him. Like that was going to do much. Harry had been controlling his magic since he could talk. Ebony was extremely helpful. Whenever Uncle Vernon beat him, Ebony would put Harry’s head in her lap and sing a beautifully haunting lullaby to him, while running her fingers through his hair. Quietly, she would explain to him how to ignore the pain and reach into his core and pull the magic to his wounds to heal them.

Ebony taught Harry everything he knows. As soon as he could talk, Ebony would speak to him in numerous languages. Even at 6 years old, he knew several dead languages at a 12 year old level. That was partly due to how fast Harry was forced to grow up. There was no childhood for Harry, the Dursleys saw to that. Harry was very mature for his age. Even though he was 6 ½ years old, he had comprehension over topics that would confuse a 13 year old.

Whenever Harry was in the cupboard, Ebony had him practicing magic. At first she merely had him meditate until he could find his core and bring the magic out at will. Then she had him repeatedly bring his magic out until he could do it at a thought. Today was the day she would begin to teach Harry how to organize his mind.

“Harry, now that you have proficient control of your internal magic, it is time you have learned how to organize and protect your mind. The first thing you need to do if find you core, then bring a tendril of magic up into your head and connect your brain directly to your magical core. This will greatly enhance your mind and allow you to affect your mind and consciousness a lot more than before. Once you have a direct link, start meditating, but instead of reaching for your core, you need to sink into your mind. Once you enter your mind, you will be able to start organizing your memories and protecting them. You can use a filing cabinet in a room and lock the door, you can have a sort of onion mind where your most inner core has the most important memories and the outermost layer has nonconsequential memories, or you could have multiple walls around a bunker. You just need to use your imagination and do whatever works best for you.”

Harry decided store his memories in files like a computer. This would be protected by a wall of 1’s and 0’s flashing by at a furious pace and only the correct password would let someone into his mind. He started organizing his mind, but he had only shoved all his memories into boxes he could go through later before he felt the need to come back to his body. When he had come out of his meditations, he asked, “Ebony, can you check my defenses?” Immediately, he felt her impact his firewall and she battered at it for a few minutes and only let up when his firewall was about to break. Then he let her in and showed her how he organized his memories.

“I’m really proud of the progress you have made here Harry. Now the best way to perfect your shields is to practice every night, but since that can cut into your sleep, I am going to teach you a way to enter your mind and let your body sleep.” At this Harry tackled her in a rib cracking hug and thanked her profusely. Ebony smiled and mussed his hair. Then she proceeded to teach Harry how to sleep, but not sleep. Harry smiled as he slipped into his mind, Ebony gently running her fingers through his hair, singing a soft lullaby.

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Harry ‘woke’ up the next morning to his Aunt Petunia screeching, “Wake up and make breakfast you ungrateful little freak!” Harry sighed as he got out of bed and got in his hand-me-downs cloths. He opened the cupboard door and walked to the kitchen to start making poached eggs, bacon and toast, as he did every morning.

Ebony appeared at his elbow and gave him a quick hug. “How did organizing your mind go last night Harry?” Ebony asked, her mental voice ringing through Harry’s head. Harry gave a small grin, still focusing on the eggs, “It was great, I have this last year completely categorized and sorted.” Ebony flashed him a large smile, “That’s excellent Harry! Once you finish sorting your memories than I can start teaching you magic.” “YES!” Harry exclaimed, he turned around and hugged Ebony as hard as he could, then turned around and continued to cook the eggs.

Harry finished cooking the eggs and bacon and filled two plates and set them for Vernon and Dudley, and set a small plate for Petunia. He grabbed a piece of toast, a small piece of bacon and a spoonful of eggs and fled to the cupboard.

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That night Harry entered his mindscape and started to sort his memories. The first night was hard because he had to create the system of files to store his memories, but now it was quicker because he just had to look at the memory and copy it a few times to put it in the right files. He finished sorting the rest of his memories just as Aunt Petunia rattled the door to get him up.

After Harry had made breakfast, he went to his cupboard and ate his breakfast silently as he listened to Ebony as she started to teach him magic.

Ebony spoke in a soft, even tone, “Magic, Harry, is an energy that some people can use to manipulate reality around you.. This energy is everywhere and nowhere. Magic has, to an extent, an intelligence, an almost sentience. For instance the point me spell asks magic to turn your wand and point it in the direction of the object you are searching for. So magic has to have some form of intelligence or it would not be able to answer that question. Now Harry, many people think that magic is in special words and wand motions. They are wrong, magic is in the intent and will. All magic is, is merely gathering the energy inside you and, using your willpower and intent, directing that energy to cause change in the world around you. That is the basics to all magic.”

Harry asked, “Are there any rules to magic?”

Ebony smiled, “The only rule to magic is that all magic comes at a price. For most magic, the price is energy from your core, but for rituals and greater spells, there is a greater cost. Now all magic can be done solely with the energy in your core, but most, if not all, do not have enough energy to make the change so they use sacrifices. With enough energy, anything is possible with magic.”

“Ah”, said Harry, “So what should I do first?” Ebony ruffled his hair affectionately, “The first thing you should do is try to levitate this feather,” Here she conjured a white feather. “Remember to submerge yourself in your core, then bring the magic out slowly.” Harry easily sunk into his magic and brought it to the surface of his palms. “ Good... Now push the magic out of your body and to the feather.” Here Harry’s brows furrowed as it became much harder to control the magic. Sweat beaded his brow as he slowly pushed the magic out of his skin. Slowly, his magic reached out and engulfed the feather. “Good… Now direct the magic to lift the feather.” Harry strained and slowly, surely, the feather rose until it was a foot off the ground. “Excellent Harry!” cried Ebony.

Harry grinned as he let go of the magic and the feather floated down to the floor. Suddenly Harry sagged. He felt like he had been running for hours. Ebony laid Harry on his small matrice, “Don’t worry Harry, it takes a lot of energy to force the magic out of your body the first few times. Your body isn’t use to the magic being passed through it. After a few times it will adjust and it will be easier and easier. For now just rest.” Harry smiled and said softly, “I did it. Thank you Ebony.” And he turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

AU

Sorry this took so long. I've been busy and I had this almost finished, but I didn't know how to finish it off. In a few months I will be leaving the country for a few years so I am putting this story on hold till I get back. I may update one more time before then but I'm not sure yet. Please review.