*Discontinued* No Longer

Not Yet

**Harry Potter

The shield that had once protected the block was fragmenting into sharp, jagged pieces of magic. Harry knew that if he left now, the shards would  ricochet around inside the boy's essence, causing severe and unquestionably permanent damage. Harry would have to absorb it, but it wasn't like the block that had been formed of pure magic currents. The shield had been forged in a very specific way, and he'd have to overpower the original caster's will to absorb the dangerous shards, that even now where beginning to separate from one another.

Harry, in order to get enough power for a working such as this, was forced to go directly into his own power base, those oceans of power lurking inside him, churning forcefully beneath the surface. To direct the magic into the casting, he had to allow the magic into himself, rather than keep it in his powerful core, and since this glamoured flesh was not his in truth, it wouldn't be pleasant.

The magic burned harshly, fire coursing through his veins, and he reveled in the sweet agony of power. Turning his attention outwards from the vast expanse, he faced off with the pieces of shield. Where before the prospect of facing such a threat had been daunting, it know seemed laughably easy, mere child's play.

With the power that flowed white hot all throughout his being, all Harry did was wave towards the fragments with the intent to absorb them completely. The affect was as simple as breathing and as instantaneous as blinking. The pieces were now gone, as well as the block.

Filled with the unrelenting power of his magic, he was a force of nature, and what he wanted accomplished would be done. He inspected the other block only briefly, his immense strength paying the due his concentration had earlier. He simply absorbed the shield, before separating all the lines of magic connecting the boy to the block simultaneously. He absorbed those too.

The heat was now like magma, running through him at an almost unbearable, excruciating temperature, but he knew that he had to get rid of the potion before detaching from the power. He'd already felt the essence of the potion, and so conjured a medium-sized diamond vial into the hands of his physical body before using a veritable torrent of magic to summon all traces of the potion from the boy's system and into the vial.

With a pained cry, his eyes snapped open, once again placing him on the Hogwarts' Express. They were glowing a brilliant, otherworldly green, that spoke to magic far more powerful than that of a mere killing curse. Harry whimpered and curled into a pained ball, as if he truly were the hurt seven year old boy he resembled, too thin, a wispy child with dull green eyes and a small presence, though the magic pouring from him by the bucket quickly dispelled any aural diminutiveness.

The three boys in the compartment with him were all worried, and all tried to approach him, to help him, but his magic had extended a barrier around himself, and none could get through. 

Then, in an action that would later astonish him completely, Kayleira of all creatures appeared. She just snuggled up into him, her soft, smoky looking body surprisingly warm against his side, and her large wings easily wrapping him tightly in an embrace. He felt the rest of his familiars, along with Lily, Derum, and Death appear, and they all huddled close to him, absorbing the magic that flowed out from him. 

Harry had long since stopped the flow of more magic into himself, but there was so much still trapped inside his body. With his familiars there though, it easily drained off into them, and he could distinctly feel some of them altering with the sudden power boost. Kayleira in particular, as she had grown almost to his size, and was now more able to securely hold him.

This body had taken his magic use far harder than Era's, and that was even while using his proper wand. Perhaps it was that he was an adolescent, maybe that's why the magic was so overtaxing in this form. Worriedly, he inspected the tips of his fingers, searching for the lacy black lines that cracked over his adult persona's fingers. Thankfully, none were in evidence, though he did notice something else.

A faint green light had been cast over his skin, making the pale flesh exposed to it look downright sickly. Harry focused on calming himself down and calling the trailing vines of his magic back into himself and tucked away from reach. Well, anyone else's reach. It was now hidden deep where it could not be seen.

Sighing a bit, Harry looked to the three other boys sharing his compartment, all just staring with blank faces and wide eyes, and said, "I'm sorry," in genuine remorse before erasing their memories of any peculiar things he'd done after Neville had been brought onto scene.

With a pang of regret, he turned to his almost finished book, pretending nothing was wrong, and read for the rest of the ride, all his familiars once again in the guise of glamoured tattoos that he could feel had altered somewhat. After all, they'd absorbed a massive amount of energy, and had literally been changed by the intake of power.

Ten minutes before they arrived at Hogwarts, a Slytherin prefect said they ought to change into their robes. Harry had prepared for just such an  occasion, and he muttered, "Clothei veron." 

The muggle garments he was wearing switched to his school robes instantaneously, and Harry was pleased to have found such a good work-around for the embarrassing task of either changing in a compartment filled with other people, or joining the veritable throng of other boys waiting at the bathroom to get a chance at switching in a stall. 

Neville said, "I've never even heard of that spell before. Harry, do you think you could do mine too? Please? I'll owe you a favor," during the course of his somewhat rambling request, Neville had gotten flushed. Definitely embarrassed over the necessity of asking another person to change your clothes.

Harry responded with calm alacrity, "Of course Neville, no problem, and no favor owed either. After all, what friend would I be to demand favors for doing such a simple act of courtesy?"

Neville smiled shyly when Harry used the word friend, and when Harry had performed the spell on him, thanked him for it. Blaise and Draco seemed to be thinking very hard, and Harry decided to be easy on them, "Would you two like me to do the same for you? I promise, it's no trouble."

The proper pure bloods that they were, the two boys nodded graciously and thanked him as well once the task was done. Harry smiled, and the three other boys responded in kind. They didn't quite understand how drawn they were to Harry, and were as of yet too young to realize why such a small person could have such attention on him, as if it were his due, and yet be so utterly lacking in true power. Older wizards, more experienced and learned, would likely have guessed Harry was more powerful than he let on, so within the view of adults he would need to be more careful. With a silent sigh, Harry gazed out the window and stroked the hidden tattoo of Kayleira, saying in that moment as best he was able, just how grateful he was to have her.

A/N: Okay, sorry y'all that there haven't been updates recently. I just spent two weeks in the hospital with no internet access whatsoever, and am currently in an inpatient facility with limited electronics access. I don't have this story printed out, so I can't really work on it as I'd like to, but I promise you that when things are a bit better I'll try to give this story more of my time. Updates might be a bit infrequent, or chapters shorter due to my current circumstance. Please don't hate me! Bye for now!