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His Teacher	By : DeGe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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His Teacher

Chapter Three: The Lesson

Iny woke Harry up again the next morning.

�Master Harry, the tailor is here.�

Harry sat up in bed and yawned lazily.

�Okay, Iny�I�ll just take a shower.� He really found the little elf adorable. Something about him was just different then the other house elves.

Iny jumped around the room, making Harry smile amusedly.

r thr the shower and a quick chat with the mirror, Sir Laudahn-something to be exact, he returned to his bedroom and found a tall, elderly man standing beside the bed holding a suitcase.

�Are you Mr. Harry Potter?�

�Err�.yes.�

�Very good, I am James Gosling, your tailor. I will take measurements, you will pick the fabrics, and I will finish the suit in seconds.�

�Okay.� Harry still stood in the doorway.

After about fifteen minutes of measurements and various commands, Mr. Gosling finally finished. He looked over the parchment where he had written down the notes and said, �Quite impressive, Mr. Potter.�

�Err, thanks?� Harry hesitated, not completely understanding the tailor�s commentary.

�Now, I was informed that the suit must be black and of medium lightness. The shirt� hmm, silk�preferably green, but still your choice. Interesting.� The man opened the suitcase to reveal a stack of small pieces of fabrics. �Mr. Potter, I shall leave you to pick the fabrics you like. The ones on the right side are for the shirts. The ones on the left for the suit itself. I have some matters to attend to with the beautiful Miss Lauren.� The man smiled warmly.

Harry looked at the pieces skeptically, leaning down.

�Uuu, Harry, lookin� good!�

Harry jumped at the voice.

Adam stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, a seductive smile on his lips.

�Adam, I asked you nicely to stop doing that! I�m going to have a heart attack one day.�

In a few long strides, Adam crossed the room and jumped on the bed.

�You�re no fun!� he pouted. �If I�m a bad boy then, will you ask me in a not so nice way?� He smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Harry blushed and muttered something.

�Ahh, you�re blushing Harry. What�s on your mind?�

�I�I��

�Come on Harry! Don�t make me beg.�

�Err, I just�have to pick the fabrics!� he finished quickly.

�That�s it?! Oh, don�t be so nervous Harry, I�m not going to bite you,� Adam laughed slightly at the look on Harry�s face, �-yet�

* * *

�My Lord,� Lucius whispered as he bowed low, waiting for the Dark Lords� approval.

�Lucius, I need to talk to you.�

Lucius flinched, but hid it masterfully. He had a very clear idea why the Dark Lord summoned him.

�I believe you are aware of what I wish to discuss with you?�

�Not quite, my Lord,� he lied.

�Your son, Lucius.�

�Draco.� Lucius resisted the urge to sigh.

�Yes, I think you know that it is already time, do you not?�

�But Lord-�

"Are you disagreeing with me?�

�No, of course not, my Lord��

�Good. Then I wish for you to bring him for the ceremony the next time I call for you.�

�Yes, my Lord.�

�Also, I want you to make sure that Ms. Masters has everything she needs. We don�t want problems with her.�

�Yes.�

�You are free to go, Lucius.�

* * *

Harry somehow managed to find the study, a feat he considered a miracle. The house didn�t look nearly as huge from the outside as it did in the inside.

He found Lauren sitting at one of the tables, poring over a large, old book. She seemed to be concentrating, and Harry didn�t want to interrupt. For a few moments he simply stood silently in the doorway, observing.

She flipped through some pages, dust flying off the sheets, and picked up her wand, lying beside the book. She muttered a few words that Harry couldn�t place, and a few wire-like, golden rays emerged from the tip of her wand and began to form strange patterns. She continued whispering, and the rays continued to form. The �design� began to remind him of a sort of a scheme, a web connected with strange symbols.

It was growing; the rays were connecting more symbols. The pattern suddenly turned bright red and dissolved in the air.

�Damnit!�

Harry was sharply brought out of his surveillance. He cleared his throat.

Lauren snapped the book shut and looked up. �Oh, Harry, are you ready then?�

�Um, yes.�

�Good. Follow me.�

She stood up and started walking to the far end of the library. Harry found himself in a rather large round room that was�.

�Harry, this is where your training will be held.�

She whispered something and two chairs materialized in front of them.

�Sit down; I have to explain a few things to you. If you will want to question something, please say so right away.�

Harry sat down opposite of Lauren. There was a profound silence for a few moments.

Her hands were folded under her chin. She looked at Harry straight in the eyes. Her gaze was piercing and slightly mocking. �Please excuse my moment of dramatization, but I must tell you a few things before we begin.�

Then, her eyes clouded before she continued, �There is war ahead of you, Harry. I don�t want to say that everything depends on you, but theoretically speaking, it does. The Dark Lord is gathering his best men�and women, here, in England. Why? All because of you. I don�t believe that keeping information from you will in any way help. I know that Dumbledore hasn�t told you everything that you [i]have[/i] to know, and I disagree with him on that�� She stopped.

Harry wasn�t pleased with the turn the conversation had started to take. Everyone at one point had tried to tell him that he was very important. They had, however, failed to see that he still didn�t believe them, but something in the way Lauren said it made him want to reconsider his logic.

�Just for your information, England isn�t the only wizard country in the world, as it isn�t the Centre of Wizardry. But you, of course, know that. And you also have to know that the only reason why The Dark Lord is operating mostly here is because you are here. There will be attacks on other countries first, and when he gains enough power, he will come with full force here. To you.�

Lauren closed her eyes and sighed. �You will fight, Harry, along with other wizards, you will see pain, you will see people suffering, and you will kill people yourself�That�s why you have to become a fighter.�

Harry didn�t fully understand what she meant by that, but decided to stay quiet.

She suddenly opened her eyes, making Harry jump slightly. �Every fighter has his weaknesses�I will find yours��

Harry thought that maybe she needed to finish her sentence, and the fact that she didn�t made him feel uneasy with her presence.

�But you must be patient; you must give your best. Something that is required of you is constant vigilance-�

He smiled. �Do you know Mad-Eye Moody?�

Lauren scowled. �I do, in a way,� she said in a tone which implied no further questioning on the matter. �Today, the main thing for you to concentrate on will be pain-control.�

Harry winced; he really wasn�t looking forward to that part.

�Pain-control is the basis a fighter must know how to construct, you could say. There is no place for emotions on a battlefield. There is no place for hesitation.�

He swallowed.

�We will start witrathrather simple technique. Do you know what internal and external powers are?�

Harry shook his head.

She rolled her eyes. �When a wizard is born, the potential for magical powers is in him already. There are two types of internal magic. The first one is the surface magic; it is the magical energy you use in your classes, your everyday life. Nothing difficult and it doesn�t take much out of you. The second type is the �latent power�. This magic is special and very difficult to control. There were very few wizards throughout history that managed to find it. Even fewer wizards could control it. The founders of Hogwarts could, and Dumbledore, Voldemort, and a few others can.�

Her hand came up to her chin in a single, swift motion. �When a wizard starts to use magic, he uses his surface internal resources of magical energy. It stays that way until the wizard becomes more mature and starts to understand how to use external power. External power is the magical energy that surrounds us. Why do you think elder wizards are usually more powerful than people of your age or slightly older?� When she didn�t receive an answer, she sighed and shook her head, obviously disappointed.

However, Harry began to feel something start to burn inside him, but he wasn�t sure what it was�

�Because they know how to use external magic!� she explained as though talking to a five year old, but her tone held no warmth. �You don�t. Do you know why you didn�t die that night?�

The teen was taken aback by the question and stuttered, �Well, err, we cannot kill each other?�

�Maybe that is right, but maybe it is not. I have my own theory. Avada Kedavra is considered a Killing curse because everyone dies after being hit with it. But what makes you so different? I think that the curse doesn�t take all of your life or energy out of you; instead, it takes a particular amount of energy from the person that it is cast on. Simply speaking, you had more of it�so it didn�t work. Do you understand what I�m saying?�

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. He had a clear idea where she was going with her statement, but he really wasn�t in the mood to think about his death. Yes, his death. He understood that nothing would make him win, especially now that Lauren put it this way.

�I think you already have too much information to analyze. Let�s get to the practical part of the lesson,� she ended abruptly.

She stood up and motioned for Harry to do the same. As soon as he obeyed, the chairs vanished.

�Right now you will cast a rather simple spell on�this chair, for example. Cruciatus Non Vivere.�

�Cruciatus?�

�Yes.� She walked to one side, and Harry stood in front of the chair, �But it isn�t your simple Cruciatus. It was developed by a few of my colleagues] not so long ago. It is usually not cast to exactly harm a person, but to make an impression. It is used on non-living objects for the most part. For example, say you are before a person that you need to scare for a bit. So, you cast Cruciatus Non Vivere on an object that you can see clearly, or even the person. It isn�t as painful. If you cast it on a person, there isn�t as much physical pain as there is a �mental ache'. The word does its job, though,� she laughed softly as she finished her explanation. Her posture was proud, elegant, and intimidating all at the same time. He knew only one person who could stand like that. And that was a person he really didn�t want to think about.

�Holding a Cruciatus curse is very painful if you don�t know how to block the spells from yourself. I believe you�ve learned how to do that, it is in a way similar to Occlumency.�

�But, what�s the point in casting Cruciatus when it won�t harm a person?�

�It is very useful in my job-�

�Where do you work then?�

Lauren looked at him strangely, a mysterious half-smile on her lips. �If I tell you, I will have to kill you.�

She came behind him and motioned for him to get ready.

�Cast the spell and hold it until I say otherwise�not before. It will be slightly painful. Remember to block.�

Harry hesitated for moment before taking out his wand and standing in a ready position.

�Cruciatus Non Vivere,� Harry said and flicked his wand. A red light emerged from the tip and crashed into the chair, which creaked.

�Concentrate, Harry.�

�What?� Harry turned to look at her; his ears weren�t working well, so his spell broke.

�Concentrate!� She glared at him. �Again.�

He cast it again. But something was different this time; he started to feel a light headache coming on.

�Good, good, hold it; remember there won�t be any silence.�

Lauren moved behind him, inspecting.

�Never lose control, Harry.�

Harry tried desperately to concentrate, but his vision started to blur, and a more insisting pain formed in his skull.

�Never lose you veneer of superiority, never lose your respectability, for it all determines your style, and in fighting, style is highly important,� she was saying, not paying any attention to the fact that Harry was in pain.

Harry screamed and almost fell to his knees; the pain was growing and growing. But something was still making him hold the spell.

�Concentrate!� she snapped.

�I can�t hold it�� Harry managed to mutter before dropping his wand to the floor.

�Psh�Well, that was rather impressive for a first time,� she drawled sarcastically.

Harry somehow stood up, his feet feeling wobbly.

She handed him a vial containing a shimmering blue liquid. �Here, drink this�this is it for your first lesson. You put too much energy into this spell, it was your fault it was a little painful.�

�A little? I felt like I was being eaten with a spoon!� Harry said, outraged.

She looked down at him. �This was a pain-control lesson as I mentioned earlier�so�control your pain,� Lauren snapped before walking out of the room, leaving Harry with the vial.

* * *

�I won�t,� the man spoke coolly.

�You betrayed us!� another man yelled in outrage. He could not understand how the man was still so calm he was about to be sent to Azkaban.

�Do not yell at me, Bill!�

�What did you sell Harry for?�

�I did not sell him!�

�Then WHAT?!�

�I am not of the competence to tell you this.�

�Then whom do I need to talk to?�

�Lauren!�

�I won�t go to that psycho! She�s uncontrollable! She will KILL him! How can you not see that?�

�She is not a murderer!�

�What is happening to you, Charlie? You�re not yourself!�

�I am perfectly fine! I�ve just had enough of seeing those lazy, stupid bastards not doing anything! If not for her, he will die! Goodbye, Bill!�

* * *

Harry lay sprawled across the huge bed, his body still aching with the pain.

�What have I gotten myself into?� he whispered.

He was truly frightened. Not because of the pain, he was used to that. But because of those eyes.

As he lost control of the spell, there was such utter disgust and disappointment in Lauren�s eyes that made him feel truly ashamed. But that was not the case with his fear. For he didn�t think that, he felt his own emotions. He would not feel ashamed if he were� if he were the old Harry�

�But the Harry now is not the same?� he heard a familiar voice ask.

�Wha-� He tried to get up sharply, but the pain in his skull was blinding. He lost his balance and fell back onto the bed.

�It hurts, doesn�t it?�

�Yeah.�

�I know what it�s like.�

�What?�

�You had your first lesson this morning, didn�t you?�

�Yes.�

�Cruciatus Non Vivere, huh?�

�Oh yes.�

Adam sat down on the window seat and looked at the garden below.

�I�m scared sometimes,� he said quietly.

�How do-�

�-I know what you�re thinking?� he finished for Harry. �I had my first lesson with her, too. That Cruciatus spell, her disappointed eyes. I was always scared of that.�

�Something makes you want to make hroudroud, doesn�t it?�

�Yes, but I don�t know what. And I�m afraid that I will see those eyes again.�

Only when Harry had gotten up and started walking toward Adam did he understand what he was doing. He tried to fight the desire to walk over to the boy and simply hug him. He was already only a few feet away from him, and he just stood there motionless, not knowing what to do. Adam looked back at him with�was that hope Harry was seeing in those eyes? Yes, hope andethiething else. No, it could not be-

�Boys, are you in there?� There came a sudden knock, and the door opened.

Harry instinctively jumped three feet away from Adam, who desperately wiped at his eyes, trying to get rid of the tears he did not know were there.

Lauren looked at them suspiciously for a long moment.

Harry tried to not look at her, finding the floor quite fascinating. Adam, on the other hand, was looking straight into her eyes, as though daring her.

She raised her eyebrow at him and smirked. �I hope you did not forget that we will have guests tonight.�

�No we did not!� Adam spoke, anger infiltrating into his voice.

�Good. Be ready for anything.� With a final smile that sent shivers down Harry�s spine, she swished away from the room, slamming the door.

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