Harry of the High Tides

HARRY OF THE HIGH TIDES Chapter One

After graduation, Drake followed Harry to Vienna where Harry had taken up residence with Dr. Sigmund Freud (1856-1939), a little known medical doctor who later became the father and founder of psychoanalysis. Dr. Freud, who had counseled alumni from Harry's school, had followed Harry's progress through school and knew intuitively that Harry would possess the combined wizard/human understanding embedded within the GCTA. From Harry, Freud knew he needed an understanding of the GC Transcendent Arts to help shape new theories about the human psyche and about the nature of inner human drives.

Dr. Freud saw to it that Harry was given an invitation, greatly sought by many, to join Dr. Freud in residence at the behest and recommendation of a grandson of Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889-1951). The grandson, Ludwig III, was also a seeker for Gryffindor, preceding Harry, several decades earlier. Ludwig Wittgenstein, an Austrian like Freud, was a philosopher who had successfully explained the intimate relationship between language and thought.

Ludwig Wittgenstein was an early colleague of Freud and Harry's letter of application and goals sounded very much like the famous Austrian linguist. Thanks to Wittgenstein, the shrewd Dr. Freud realized what the GCTA applications could do for his burgeoning theories that were to shape the Western mind and the Western loins about the nature of man and woman.

In turn, Harry learned philosophy, medicine (physiology and neurology) and scientific inquiry from Dr. Freud. Harry interpreted the "free association" of GCTA informed wizardry to Dr. Freud, allowing the good doctor to have his patients "talk out loud," further allowing the good doctor to probe deeper and deeper into the minds of his patients.

Freud's probing methodology provided him a deep and thorough understanding into the dark internal forces at work in what Freud called the "unconscious psyche" of his patients, creating abnormal observable symptoms that he was called upon to treat. Hence, psychoanalysis was born and Harry was mid-wife to this birthing process.

Also in Vienna, Drake had arrived one year after Harry and could follow these dramatic events and the Freudian theory birth process only from afar. Not able to break into Freud's inner circle, Drake took a position in a medical practice in the same geographical venue as that of Dr. Freud. His employers initially responded favorably to Drake's thesis that the Freudian notion of an unconscious mind was a contradiction in terms because the mind by definition was conscious. Without the final matrix in his Secret Formula, Drake, during his entire stay in Vienna, could not make the leap to the reality of the unconscious, e.g., the vast basin of information called Personality which Harry and Dr. Freud had unwrapped.

In the mid 1930s prior to World War II, Harry apparated to India under the guise of a special mission by the British Government. Drake, who several years out of school found to his dismay that he mostly splinched while apparating, experienced extreme difficulty stabilizing his effort to keep track of Harry.

Drake only heard from Cho Chang, who had returned to school for an alumni visit that Harry was working as Transcendent Arts mentor to Mohandas Gandhi. Ironically, while initially sent to India by the British, Harry was to become one of the key individuals in the Indian revolution against the British.

Mohandas Gandhi, in bringing India into the 20th Century by proposing the separation of India from British Colonial rule, had not only a view of 'man' in his essential nature but a view of what man and woman could be and should become in their moral aims, equitability and conduct in society. Since initially residing in India while working for the East Indian Trading Company, Cho Chang had become a follower of Gandhi and had found no other person who genuinely respected the rights of women as well as men. Seeing Gandhi's needs, Cho had apparated to Vienna to be with Harry and persuaded him to come to India.

Harry mentored Mohandas Gandhi, who believed man to be instinctively brutal and violent by nature, to see 'man' in a Freudian sense, as very human, with a conscious and unconscious nature with values rooted in a soul. Harry and Gandhi jointly speculated that 'man' is potentially capable of being led to achieve good actions toward others. Harry believed that when 'man' exercised self-restraint (selflessness), he separated himself from the violence of his nature and moved toward others. Harry convinced Gandhi that selflessness is personalization in its highest form.

Gandhi, utilizing this notion, conceived Satyagraha ('non-violent resistance') as a motivational extension of domestic and personal self-restraint into political and organizational realms. Mohandas Gandhi, supported by Harry, in speaking about the universality of Satyagraha, combined two separate notions: (i) inculcating a personal moral preference for nonviolence within each individual, and (ii) recognizing a divine/moral force for nonviolence to be operative and to be claimed in nature and society.

Both these notions combine to bring about an effective method of action or conduct - a universal, ethical principle which all men must accept as a 'soul-force;' a selfless, relentless search for truth; a determination to reach and hold on to truth.

Daily, Gandhi assembled and marshaled millions of the Indian people (Satyagraha Sangha e.g., a large, nonviolent assembly) in order to bring about Indian independence. This could mean 10,000,000 people sitting quietly in the heart of a busy British run city; sitting quietly until demands for fair treatment and independence were met. During the late 1930s and middle 1940's, Satyagraha became the group norm for bringing about the new Indian-led social order.

Harry had applied the Secret Formula to the East Indian minds in order to help shape Gandhi's Satyagraha Sangra movement; a final ingredient that lead to the India-Pakistan partitioning and freedom to self-govern apart from British rule in August 1947. Gandhi would never realize his dream of a non-violent, de-centrally governed, agrarian India, as Gandhi, on the way to evening prayers, was gunned down by a Hindu fanatic in 1948.

Drake, two years and a dollar late to this heroic scene, by broom and by boat, had finally located where Harry resided with Gandhi while Gandhi was still alive. Only to be too late, Harry, after the war, Gandhi and partition by the British, disappeared again from Drake's radar. Cho disappeared as well, leaving Drake without a fresh lead on Harry.

Knowing six indigenous Indian languages, Harry, in addition to mentoring Gandhi, also had taken a teaching position with Rabindranath Tagore, who founded the Visvabharati, a university at Shantiniketar, in Eastern India. Harry had met Tagore at Oxford University when Tagore delivered, and Harry attended on a leave of absence from Dr. Freud, the Hibbert Lectures in 1930. While with Tagore, Harry also spent a good number of trips to Kerala State in Southern India, where he perfected his board surfing as well as greatly expanding and shaping his Freudian knowledge base to be compatible with the holistic area of alternative medicine and healing remedies.

Just as Drake finally located Harry at Visvabharati, Harry apparated to Palestine in the early 1950s to assist in the translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls. Harry's move to Palestine had thrown Drake off course and it wasn't until the Dead Sea Scrolls and related works were published with much fanfare that Harry's whereabouts were known to Drake.

Harry had worked on the translation of the meaning of Hebrew festivals from documents found among the Community rule fragments in Cave 1 (1QS)at Qumran. Harry translated and parsed some of the earliest work on Hebrew Festivals during the time of Moses. Harry concluded that the Hebrew Feast of Tabernacles (Sukkot) completes the sacred festivals of the seventh month of the Jewish year.

In contrast to the somber tone of Rosh HaShanah and the Day of Atonement, the third feast of Tishrei was a time of joy. Israel had passed through the season of repentance and redemption. Sukkot was called the 'Season of Our Joy.' One reason Sukkot was a time of joy was that after the season of repentance (Teshuvah) and the redemption of Yom Kippur came the joy of being with God. Historically, Sukkot commemorates the days in the wilderness of Sinai after coming out of Egypt. According to all natural laws, the Israelites should have perished, but were instead divinely protected by God. Prophetically, Sukkot is the festival that teaches on the Messianic Kingdom and the joy of that Kingdom.

Harry melded his work with the scrolls with the Freudian senses and observation concerning the unconscious pysche. The psyche is unified with the Hebrew concept of the nephesh (mind and body unified and not two separate entities as Freud had presumed. The nephesh is unified with God in redemption (Yom Kippur)resulting in a Gandhian selflessness and personality which further results in Celebration, e.g., Sukkoth as described in the Scrolls. (Let the traveler or pilgrim who is traveling with Harry's alternative time line in this chapter, ponder well these things, covering many of our lifetimes, Harry has wrought).

At the conclusion of his work with the translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls, Harry had returned to India, to become a musician, studying the Sitar under Ravi Shankar. While in India, Harry developed a new musical beat, which would influence, back home, British rock groups for the next two decades. In the mid-1950s Harry returned to England to work briefly at a Transcendent Arts (TA) project started by his mother, Lilly, in Liverpool, as well as to expand his new beat in music which would appeal, particularly, to young girls. Drake had again lost Harry in the inner city of Liverpool, but found him when Harry surfaced for a short time as the fifth Beatle before Stuart Sutcliffe.

In the early 1960s, Harry left England and took a teaching position at Harvard, being encouraged to do so by David Reisman and Erik Erikson, whom he had met collegially while studying with Sigmund Freud in Vienna. Harry's relationship with Erikson led him on several long stays, with Erikson, to the University of California in Berkeley, California. Harry used GCTA applications to stir student unrest in a quest for freedom of expression and participation and spent a short tenure writing speeches for Mario Savio, the student leader of the "Free Speech Movement." Harry kept his music interest alive by composing songs for Joan Baez, the songbird of the movement and later to be folk song legend.

In the 1970s, Harry left Harvard at the suggestion of the fifteenth and youngest son of Ron Weasely, deputy director of communications in the White House, and a friend and school chum, to take a position in the Nixon Administration. When the Nixon Watergate scandal erupted, Drake suspicioned that Harry used his TA to mirage a secret informer called "Deep Throat," who turned out to be the key person, whose real identity, if he was a real person and not a mirage, was never known. Deep Throat, helped two reporters at the Washington Post in breaking the Watergate scandal which ultimately led to the resignation of President Nixon.

In 1980, Harry began to move west, ending up in Kansas City, starting a small Savings and Loan with the great grand son fourth time removed of Cedric Diggory who had revealed financial chamber secrets to Harry during his school days. Harry also became the largest single secret shareholder in the Kansas City Royals, a major league baseball team.

In the mid 1980s, Harry moved further west to Scottsdale, Arizona and opened a Alternative Medical Practice adding nutritional and naturally healing supplements to the an element of the Transcendent Arts (TA), which would make people well without the use of caustic pharmaceuticals with toxic side effects in their administration.

The owner of the Kansas City Royals also owned a pharmaceutical company, and Harry saw research results only too well; applying the physiological and psychological results from people's bending to the will of the pharmaceutically controlled medical industry and the results to individual patients. Healthy and natural alternatives were needed and Harry provided them.

In the late 1980s and early 1990s Harry's move toward the west was completed when Harry, maintaining his alternative medicine infused TA ethos, assumed the leadership of a surfing cult in Southern California whereby individuals stand up on Long Boards and ride waves from far out in the ocean to the shoreline.

Drake took six months to finally locate Harry in Southern California. McNair's grandson had surfed with Harry when Harry would come to Southern California from Scottsdale. The McNair lineage favored Drake over Harry and happily communicated Harry's general whereabouts to Drake. Drake had only now to locate Harry and secure the missing pieces to his Secret Formula.

Drake learned all he could about the Surfing Culture. While the Long Boards are a closed surfing culture, particularly to non-surfers, Drake had successfully isolated and mind-melded with two Long Board surfers whose parents and 100-year lineage were mud-bloods and therefore more easily controlled. The two surfers were located in San Clemente and after Drake recovered the requisite information including the location of their leader, the mud-bloods reluctantly gave Drake the name of their leader, "Castle Keep" or CK for short.

The more the mud-bloods described the charismatic and the natural medicine-bent of their leader, Drake believed that he had finally located Harry in a settled venue. There are 200,000 accomplished Long Board surfers on the west coast of the United States and Harry had his work cut out, as their southern leader. Thus, Drake concluded, Harry would or might stay put for awhile so Drake could finally get at him for the missing pieces of the Secret formula.

Thus, in the summer of 1993, Drake moves south, down California Interstate 5, taking a teaching position in Behavioral Psychology at the University of California, San Diego; where he would have fluid contact with students who surf. Drake found a beach rental, which he shared with his tagalong, Crabbet, great grandson of Crabbe, who, in succession, were Drake's constant companions in his quest for Harry and the missing pieces of the Secret Formula. The beach rental was located in a college town called Pacific Beach on the San Diego coastline, just north of the Mexican border.

DRAKE KNOWS (THINKS) THIS IS THE DAY

Drake knows that early is the best time of the day to catch Harry. Today, as he crossed among the busy, early morning, traffic on Mission Blvd, which parallels the line of the seacoast, Drake edged out where he usually goes; out on the grassy promontory, where this morning he could see, with a clarity that was coldly crisp to his face, both northward to La Jolla and Del Mar, and southward to the Mexican border.

Drake's usual scene from this familiar perch is a 2000-yard wide stretch of white sandy beach following the coast line; with an ocean which is green in the spring, blue in the summer and steely gray in the winter. The coastline seems to be pushed by 2' to 6' high waves, dotted with early morning 'surfers' (or 'penguins', as a Drake neighbor's very mid-west, very nominal, acquaintances first exclaimed upon walking Law Street Beach for the first time).

Today, this view, however, was very different, particularly different to those who view this view with any regularity. The previous night, Friday November 12th, 1993, the pacific coast front had experienced the 'Highest Tide' of the season. At first glimpse to Drake, the scene looked like at a 2000-yard wide freeway accident running up and down the coastline. The turbulent ocean had extracted its measure from the usual serenity of the white sandy beach.

At High Tide, the waves had come, abnormally 40 yards more inland to the foot of the cliffs, leaving large shallow pools of tangled seaweed, rocks and consumer debris. The ocean had been so turbulent in the preceding 12 hours that the large shallow pools were covered with a whipped up slave loam, resembling large piles of dirty cotton.

As Drake arrived, the high tides were boiling and the pools under the slave loam had begun to create four-foot high furrows in the sand, as stalled ocean water began to wend it's furrowed way back toward the sea. The sun was very bright, and yet at the same time, very dark through the clouds, creating a foreboding presence of something different.

Even the 'North Pacific beach irregulars,' a group of Damon Runyan looking characters, seemed to decline their morning talk/walk/run/jog along the seacoast below. Most of the 'irregulars,' including the high priests of the irregulars, the Long Board surfers, stood on the cliffs quietly, not venturing down the path cracks between the cliffs, apparently seeming to be searching for a word or an reason for the scene below. Drake thought to himself. It's as if Valdemort were angry at the usual serenity of this North Pacific beach existence, and wanted some attention, or tried to sustain some modern day form, to vex us.

As if sensing this 'presence of something dark', a local group of young Christians from Harvest Crusade had assembled on the cliffs. They tried to look casual, but it was clear, standing in a huddle praying, they were there to not only witness Jesus Christ to the beach people, but understand what today's darkness meant. Any day, other than this day, and the resistance of the 'irregulars' would been more stiffened plus which CK, the leader of the Long Boards had just finished surfing and was going through his closing ritual on a mound of sand below. Somehow, everyone thought, today is different.

As Drake peered down into the slave loam pools, people whispered there he was, there was CK. Standing erect on a wet mound of sand jutting out of the slave loam pools. Wet suit peeled half way down. Facing the ocean waves, almost meditative with his right arm gently wrapped around his Long Board. Was it Harry? Drake had to find out.

As if somehow also elected by the 'irregulars' to go down and find out what GOD wants, Drake worked his way laterally across the grassy portion of the cliff, past the young Christians, toward the Law Street ramp. He then carefully moved down toward what was left of visible bits of beach, interspersed among the slave loam pools.

As Drake moved down the concrete ramp, a young Christian pulled up beside, and began walking with him. Breathlessly, he said: "Can you believe that some people will see this (gesturing about the expanse of the ocean, the cloud dotted sky and the loam pools) and not believe there is a GOD who created all this?" Drake said, "Leave me".

The breathless Christian said: "I beg your pardon." Not expecting to find such an answer, Drake's new young friend stammered a bit, and said to Drake, "Why are you going down here?" Drake said, "Leave me"

Drake's young new friend stammered again, "Can I hold your Rolex?"

Finally Drake stopped briefly and said: "I'm going to find out the Dark Lord's message." Drake's new young friend stopped and stood, looking stunned. "C'mon along with me," Drake said. The breathless Christian said rather hesitantly: "I think I'll stay and talk to those people (pointing to some of the 'irregulars') up there looking out over the cliff." And he parted from Drake's side as easily as he was joined to it.

At the bottom of the concrete ramp and the beginning of the first 'slave loam pool', just where Drake would next step he didn't know. He hesitated for a moment. Speculating to himself, "perhaps I also should go back and talk to the 'irregulars' on the cliffs". "In Dark Spiritual matters", again thinking to himself metaphorically, "It really is better to speculate from a higher, safer place, than to get down into the seaweed and loam pools of real life."

Drake then realized that the loam covered wet, sinking sand as well as standing pools. Since in spots, the loam went all the way to the floor of the cliffs, advancement along the beach became more and more problematic. And as Drake began to move along the beach floor of the cliffs, a particularly turbulent wave would come in and the piles of loam would endlessly shift, moving forward and backward, backward and forward, side to side, front to back.

Drake picked his way carefully, moving from safe mooring to safe mooring, while feeling the silent cheers of those cliff dwellers and 'irregulars' from above, who he now realized, with information provided by his new breathless friend, were some how commissioning his voyage and would be expecting him to report back as to what had been found out. His selfish yet selfless personal crusade had turned now into a Festival.

As Drake wended my way along the cliffs, jumping from apparently stable sand mounds to other apparently stable sand mounds, CK came into clearer view, standing with his Long Board, on an apparently stable sand mound. The sand mound on which he was standing priestly erect, in itself, was much farther out toward the breaking tides than Drake would have planned to venture.

"I suppose", Drake mused to myself, "it's safe out on that mound, but then", he concluded, "what does being safe mean". At that very moment a slight breeze appeared from the north and blew a relaxed feeling across his face and he felt safe.

"Maybe CK does know what God wants. Voldemort, where are you when I need you," Drake thought to myself, as he now also found myself wending his way, mound by mound, to this sandy outpost of CK, still standing silent like a surfer priest.

As he approached his mound, it appeared, like many cult leaders, that CK or this surfer, high priest was well financed, or at least, like most in today's culture, always seeming to have enough money for the particular addiction chosen to support. His ONIEL Elite wet suit was partly UN-zippered down his back. His Skip Frye, hand crafted Long Board was stuck, deeply and majestically, like an altar, into the back terrain of his sand mound.

Without permission, Drake jumped onto the mound, which altogether was only slightly larger than an immersion font in any large Baptist church. Drake received only an oblique nod from the current occupant of the mound.

Drake pondered on his surfer research to assess what the "oblique nod" meant. According to his research, he remembered, the oblique somewhat salutary nod of a surfer, particularly one long in the priesthood, was a major concession to one's presence. Of course, Drake looked pretty 'scuzzy' (as he always does on his morning walks) at the time and Drake believed that his appearance helped his acceptance with his arrival on the priestly dais.

Surfers are more territorial than mountain lions or Yukon Elk, so while Drake was on the mound, he was not inside the culture, much less inside the person.

Thinking he would slowly edge his way, innovatively into conversation, Drake said: "What do you think God wants?" "No claim," said the surfer-priest, with both Drake and the surfer-priest now standing side-by-side in a unison stare, first north toward La Jolla and then southward towards Point Loma and Mexico.

Not letting the fact that he got two UN-meaningful words, go to his head, Drake and the priest, nonetheless, stood side by side and remained silent for what seemed like, an eternity.

"Good Morning Draco." said the surfer priest.

"Harry," exclaimed a relieved Drake, "It is you. After 74 years . . . You know I have followed you and worked where you worked, lived where you lived, but never seemed to be able to get close to you for an extended period of time."

"I know," said Harry, "I knew you were there . . . You're looking good - the Secret Formula for forever-earthly life has kept you in good stead as well. Thank God you're still not buried in hair gel."

"You as well," Drake replied, "but what's with the beard and long hair. Is this what's required to be a cult leader? And what are these Long Boards supposed to mean? What's so magic about them? What is this CK or "Castle Keep" bullshit?

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H/D FINALLY TOGETHER SEVENTY FOUR YEARS LATER

"Do you know how difficult it was for me to keep up with you all these years,"

said Draco.

"Draco the Splinch I called you to myself, you boating and brooming all over the world trying to keep up with me," chuckled Harry.

"Dam it," said Draco, "that's something I want to talk to you about - but first,"

"Do we have to stand on this mound and get soaking wet?" said Draco

"You're still as excessive as you were in school," said Harry. "You never could enjoy the magic moments; always pushing for control."

"Come off it, Harry," said Draco. "People are born as blank slates with free will to write on their slates as they see fit. Whatever direction they move is their direction; philosophically, psychologically, socially, culturally and most important, sexually."

"I know," said Harry. "I followed what you did, when I was at Harvard and you were at MIT Cambridge. You used your GCTA position to spread chaos about sexuality all over the United States; influencing the thought leaders in US Psychiatry to change homosexuality as indexed in the DSM used by the American Academy of Psychiatry, to a psychological state from that of a physiological disease. Single handed, overnight, with your doing, Homosexuality was promoted as a lifestyle and not a disease state."

"What's wrong with that," said Draco. "I learned a lot when you were in Vienna with Freud and then with Erikson at Harvard. Freud was fanatic on sex as Baltasar Gracian used to say, 'Sex is the thumbscrew to person's desires and existence.'"

"To be sure, "puffed Draco, "I influenced the American Academy of Psychiatry on homosexuality and lesbianism. But I am not biased. The man woman thing is good for me too. Why, applying the Erotogenic pieces of the secret formula, I can lower a women's resistance to where her breasts and loins just snap for attention."

"Enough," said Harry, as they returned to the silence and stare from which they started.

"Human Responsibility," said Harry finally, "is a component of the Secret Formula we were given and you leave that piece out, of all you do."

"What you call responsibility," retorted Draco, "I call restraint, unnecessary restraint."

"In Liverpool," remanded Harry, "you caused so much trouble resulting in the dock strikes and riots. At times Draco, restraint is required."

"You were disruptive in Liverpool yourself," recalled Draco, "giving portions of the Longevity Formula to the Rolling Stones and not to the Beatles, a group which you were an original member. I would have thrown you out of the group as well. You seemed to be acting without restraint, there, oh pious one."

"Bianca, Mick's wife," said Harry sheepishly, "was the grand daughter of a McGonagall and she had enough things on me to extract what the band needed for long term endurance - besides Keith really needed help and still needs help today. Besides the Beatles are rude surrealists, in for a long days night, and were going to break up eventually, move to America and/or die or be killed and I just did not want to be with them. They weren't smart enough to know what elements of Longevity they needed. Now, Mick, he knows exactly what is needed and when. We are personally close, So I gave him the Longevity."

Harry caught himself and realized he was unnecessarily reminiscing.

Harry then paused for a moment and then reflected, "I will never give you the missing immortality piece to the Secret Formula. Albus knew what he was doing and I now believe he deleted the key piece from your Formula intentionally."

"So then," enthused Draco, "You do know that I have missing pieces from my Secret Formula - which also causes me to splinch rather than apparate - and which results from . . ."

"Stop," broke in Harry

"And you don't know about the Record Book piece either. I'll never give you the missing pieces to the Secret Formula."

Suddenly Draco became very quiet, standing next to Harry, both still looking forward together, out into the Pacific Ocean. Draco realized riling Harry up was not going to accomplish or get him what he needed.

Harry and Draco stood side by side, silently, for a long time, silently except for the lapping of the tides over their feet. High tide was starting to recede.

After what seemed again like a long time, Draco reached behind Harry and completed the UN-zipping of Harry's O'Niel elite wet suit. Draco then slid his hand into the wet suit at the back, between the open wet suit and Harry's perspiring, tanned body.

"C'mon Harry," whispered Draco, "I know what it is, I remember from school, it's men you like. Have you been with a man, Harry," blowing into Harry's ear.

"I'm celebate," Harry said firmly, removing Draco's hand from the back of his wet suit. "My loins lean that way, but I have a responsibility - and as yet - I have been, with neither man, nor woman."

"How about me, then - be with me - one who knows everything like you. We would be terrific together in more ways than one. Ever since the Polyjuice days, I knew we would good together, except this time, getting on the inside of each other; only this time starting from the from the outside."

Harry, exasperated, paused again for what seemed like a long time.

Harry looked at Draco; "It is obvious that you don't know the content and wide ranging authority of your missing pieces of the Secret Formula. Once you have the total formula, there are very strict realities about the people to whom you pass it on. That's part of the Responsibility."

"What do you mean?" said Draco.

"Remember I mentioned the Record Book as part of the Responsibility - and you scoffed. You need that piece as well to really understand the immortality process." declared Harry.

"Are you going to give me the missing pieces to complete my Secret Formula?" intoned Draco.

"As I said, I don't really know if I can trust you - you are as excessive as you were in school and still primarily enjoying the Dark Side. I really don't know," said Harry.

Both stood silently, side by side again.

"We are going to descend now," said Harry, "I have something to show you."

Draco became frozen, and thought to himself, 'we're gonna do what?'

"Please relax and be quiet for once," Harry commanded.

Draco, after a minute or so, took deep breaths and finally relaxed, and then mused to himself 'I wish I had let breathless hold my Rolex.'

"Macrocystis Pyrifera," said Harry, and an 18" stick of Kelp with a softball- sized green bulb on one end, appeared in Harry's hand.

"What's that," said Draco.

"Our Portkey," said Harry, "hold on right here," pointing to a section of the Kelp stick which Harry's hand did not cover.

"Macrocystsis Pyrifera," said Harry, and Harry and Drake rapidly descended and disappeared into the surf.

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EPILOGUE TO CHAPTER ONE

"Draco! Draco!" shouted Crabbet.

Drake, startled, broke off his transfixed gaze moving across the grassy promontory into the ocean depths of thought and possession.

"Where are we?" Drake burst forth to Crabbet, "What time is it? And where are the slave loam pools along the seashore? And I told you not to call me Draco."

"I was frightened," blurted Crabbet, "You have been missing all week and . . ."

"What do you mean all week?" encouraged Drake.

Crabbet continued, "Last week when you went down to see CK - and finally reached him through the tides and the loam pools, you must have talked for hours standing on that mound of sand together. The tide was still coming in and lapping at your feet - but that didn't seem to bother either of you or your conversation. At one point it looked like you were hugging."

"Then," continued Crabbet, "all of a sudden, both of you, in front of my eyes, and all others standing on this promontory, saw you descend and rapidly submerge while you were just standing there side by side - until the two of you disappeared completely into the surf - just right down into the ocean and disappeared."

"The only thing remaining," puzzled Crabbet was CK's Long Board jutting up to the sky all alone on the mound of sand. The rest of the observers wanted to call the lifeguards, but I was able to dissuade their doing so."

Drake looked at Crabbet approvingly.

Crabbet went on, "And then all of a sudden you appear today here on this promontory just as mysteriously as when you disappeared last week."

"What do mean last week? What is the day and date of today?"

Crabbet looked directly at Drake, "Today is Saturday November 20, 1993, one week later than from when you and CK disappeared into the waves of the Pacific Ocean. You've been gone for a week."

A bit startled, Drake looked at Crabbet, "CK is Harry Potter . . . CK is Harry Potter. He did not give me the missing pieces to my Secret Formula. But . . . he showed me . . . he showed me . . . " and then Drake dropped his jaw, and stared and stared . . . and just stared out into the ocean from whence he came.

Drake then became very silent.

Finally Crabbet leaned over in front of Drake's gaze into the ocean, and broke his concentration.

"Draco! Draco!" Crabbet pleaded, "What happened? Disappearing into the ocean like that - Where were you? Is there more?"

"Draco, tell me, Is there more?"

"Yes," concluded Drake, finally breaking the silence.

"There is more - much more."

(To Be Continued)

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HARRY OF THE HIGH TIDES - Chapter One

By a Descendent of Albus Dumbledore.

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