Harry Potter and the Eye of Isis

Chapter 5 - Mind Power

August 21, 1996

"Master," Dobby carefully shook Harry. "Master must rise."

Harry woke slowly. Dobby was standing next to his bed with a finger pointed towards the window. Harry concentrated, straining to hear something--anything--but his sense of hearing told him nothing.

"They approach."

Harry did not know who they might be, but he didn't doubt Dobby for a moment; he threw his covers away, grabbed his glasses and got out of bed. "Wake the others Dobby." He instructed as he opened his nightstand and removed both of his wands. He carefully tucked Gryffindor's wand into his pajamas, not wanting anyone to find it, and clutched his other in his hand.

Dobby did as he was told and when Harry stepped out of his bedroom the Weasley's were quietly assembling in the corridor, each and every one of them with their wands held out in front of them. Mr. Weasley went down stairs first with the rest of the family and Harry followed quietly behind them.

When Harry arrived at the Burrow, he had been informed that anti-Apparation wards had been placed on it making Apparating directly into the house, and even in the nearby orchard, impossible. There was now a specific Apparation point, a hole essentially in the anti-Apparation ward that allowed someone to Apparate in. It wasn't as if this were common knowledge either. Anyone wishing to Apparate to the Burrow would have to be told the exact Apparation point. No one had told Harry where the hole in the ward was, but he assumed it was the place where Mrs. Weasley had demonstrated Apparation to him. He certainly hadn't told anyone that though, not even Ron. It alarmed him to know that someone was creeping towards the Burrow. Since they were not invited, he could only assume that Death Eaters, or perhaps even Voldemort himself, were there to kill him, and that someone in the Weasley family, or a member of the Order had leaked the information of how, and more importantly, where to Apparate to the Burrow.

Though he did not let it show, fear began to overtake Harry's emotions. Not just for his safety, but because by coming to the Burrow he had jeopardized the safety of those he cared for the most. The feeling only intensified as they all crept quietly towards the kitchen, crossing paths with the family clock. Harry couldn't help but notice that he, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Ginny were pointed at Mortal Peril. This only reinforced the bad feeling that was boiling in Harry's gut. This was no friendly visit.

Once in the kitchen, Mr. Weasley pushed the table slightly to the side and lifted an opening in the floor that Harry hadn't noticed before. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley ushered the children down into the underground tunnel, then followed them. They were though the trap door without a moment to spare. As soon as Mr. Weasley had pulled the door securely closed, they heard the distinct sound of their kitchen door being unlocked.

Mrs. Weasley managed to get her arms around Harry, Ron and Ginny as they waited, not moving, not even breathing, as the sound of numerous feet passed overhead.

"Hey," an unrecognizable voice said sarcastically, "Their stupid clock works."

Knowing that the person in question was looking at the five hands that were pointed at Mortal Peril, Harry was thankful that the clock didn't include a notch for Hiding. He didn't have long to think about it though; Mrs. Weasley gently nudged him forward. They pressed on through the damp underground tunnel for what felt like an eternity to Harry, finally emerging in a field. Harry turned around in circles trying to figure out where they were. He finally noticed they were to the east of the orchard.

"We have to get the children out of here now." Mr. Weasley whispered to his wife. "No telling who those people are, but we can guess." He eyed Harry carefully then looked to Dobby; thankful a house-elf was on hand. "Dobby, I need you to take the children to the Headmaster."

"Yes, sir." Dobby never complained of an order given by any of the Weasleys. "But Dobby can only manage 135 kilo..."

"Take Ron and Ginny, Dobby," Harry told him. "I can Apparate." Of course his first ever attempt at Apparation would be in an emergency. Harry sensed that long before this evening had arrived.

"You can?" both Ron and Ginny asked at the same moment.

Harry nodded quickly at them then shifted his eyes to Mrs. Weasley. "How close to Hogwarts can I Apparate?"

"At the fork in the road between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. You'll have to run from there." Mrs. Weasley told him as she straightened out his pajama top, as if this would help with Apparating for the first time.

"If this is a Death Eater attack, You-Know-Who might anticipate that you'll get away," Mr. Weasley said. "He'll expect you to go to Professor Dumbledore and therefore may have Death Eaters in Hogsmeade all ready. You have to be on Hogwarts grounds for him not to harm you, Harry."

Harry nodded again, then turned his attention to Dobby. The elf wrapped an arm around both Ron and Ginny and stared at Harry. He seemed torn by this order to take Ron and Ginny over his own master.

"Don't worry," Harry told all of them, "I can do it." He assured them, and himself, before he raised a wand and disappeared with an almost thunderous POP.

Harry hadn't been prepared for the sensation of Apparation, and was quite stunned to find himself on his hands and knees. He thought he had failed, and looked up thinking he would see disappointment on Mrs. Weasley's face, but instead he saw the fork in the road. Hogsmeade pointed to the right, and Hogwarts pointed to the left. He had succeeded.

Seconds later Dobby arrived, firmly holding Ginny and Ron around the middle. Without a word Harry stood, and they all ran for Hogwarts. Mr. Weasley said they weren't safe from Voldemort until they were on Hogwarts grounds, and Harry believed him.

It was a sight that Mr. Filch had never seen before: three students running towards Hogwarts in their nightshirts at three in the morning during holiday, with their house-elf leading the way.

"Quick!" Ginny shouted. "Get Professor Dumbledore! Our house is being attacked."

They were running through the castle towards Dumbledore's office when he met them in a corridor. "What has happened?" Concerned laced his face.

"Death Eaters," Harry drew in a much needed breath. "At the Burrow, they...."

Before Harry could gather his thoughts, Professor Dumbledore vanished from their sight leaving them breathless in the corridor. Professor McGonagall was suddenly standing before them, holding her robe tightly around her thin frame.

"No need to stand here, to the Gryffindor Tower quickly. I will come and fetch you when there is news." She peered at each of them as if she had just caught them past curfew on a school night. "You are not to leave the tower, do you understand me?"

"Yes," Ginny answered for them. "What's the password?"

"Gargoyle."

They didn't waste any time getting to the Gryffindor Tower, and they were forced to wait impatiently in the common room without a word from anyone. By the time the sun came up their speculation had turned to fear.

"They're all dead." Ron stated plainly. "They wouldn't leave us in here this long if everything turned out."

"Well, of course everything hasn't turned out git!" Ginny shouted. "Death Eaters came to kill us! Even if everyone survived there'd be loads to sort out."

"But you'd think they'd let us know if they were okay." Harry had to agree with Ron. "It's been hours. They can't still be fighting can they?"

"Exactly." Ron pointed at Harry. "They can't still be fighting." Suddenly Ron had an idea. "Harry, can you...have a look?"

Harry looked upwards as if he could see the scar on his forehead. "I'm not a television, Ron."

"But haven't you been using the Occlumency to keep him out of your head?" Harry nodded. "So, maybe a quick peek..."

Harry nodded again. "I'll try, but Voldemort may not be involved."

"'Course he is Harry." Ron was sure of that.

Harry had a seat in his favourite chair and relaxed his mind. He felt hotter suddenly, nausea swept over him but he pressed onward. Pain seared within him, his scar pulsed as he forced his mind into Voldemort's.

*

When Harry opened his eyes he was standing in the orchard of the Burrow watching spells being cast throughout the field. Dumbledore had thwarted him again, Potter wasn't even in the house by the time the Death Eaters arrived, none of the Weasley children were either. The parents had returned, and with reinforcement, before his Death Eaters could get out of the house.

Layers of fighting had erupted and Voldemort himself had appeared on the seen to survey the damage to his ranks. Harry felt the anger Voldemort was feeling, he couldn't afford so many Death Eaters to be fighting or the loss of any of them at this point. His need was to grow his numbers.

His Death Eaters were trying to get out of the house, casting spells from doorways and windows in order to fight the Order members surrounding the house. Reinforcement had arrived and was now blasting spells towards the Order members as well, but their numbers weren't having an effect on Dumbledore or his foolish Order members, there were simply too many of them tonight.

"That's enough!" He told the nearest Death Eater as he grabbed his left arm and touched his wand to the mark. "Morsmordre!"

*

Harry fell from his chair, screaming so loudly it seemed that his lungs would explode. He hit the floor of the Gryffindor common room with such a force that it shook the furniture. His body continued to convulse on the ground.

"Ron, what's going on?" Ginny asked with tears in her eyes as she reached out to grip Harry's flailing arms. Once she had hold of them, she pulled back and pinning his wrists to the ground to keep Harry from injuring himself.

"I don't know." Ron grabbed Harry's legs as he turned to Dobby. "Go get Madam Pomfrey!"

Harry was in the hospital wing when Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts. Madam Pomfrey had strapped him to a cot to prevent Harry's continuous seizures from harming him.

"Poppy," Dumbledore entered the infirmary looking immediately at Harry. "Is this from last night?"

She nodded. "I don't know what happened before we brought him here, but he has started magus subolesco."

"This soon?" Dumbledore asked with shock. "He's only sixteen."

"I know, but this is definitely magus subolesco." She ran her wand over his body again and the convulsions eased a bit. "What else has he done tonight?"

"He Apparated for the first time and he possessed Voldemort for a short while. Neither of which are easy feats."

"He possessed..." she couldn't bring herself to say any form of the name. "But how?"

"I suppose the same way that Voldemort manages to get into Harry's mind. The scar is more than a mark, it's a connection between the two and I am beginning to wonder how deep this connection is." Dumbledore cleared his throat as he silently reminded himself that the Weasley's were also in the room and staring at him.

"Poppy, can you estimate how long Harry will be in subolesco?"

She shook her head. "No, he's still having seizures, so I haven't been able to determine any progress yet." She looked at the clock on her wall. "I think it started about three hours ago, but he hasn't even hit stage one yet. Something tells me that Harry will be longer than most."

"Of course, he is stronger than most."

There wasn't anything that could be done for Harry. He had to go through his magus subolesco alone, Madam Pomfrey could only ease some of the pain that he may be feeling, but she couldn't wake him.

Ron and Ginny were sent back to the Burrow after it was repaired and made unplottable. Dumbledore himself performed the Fidelius Charm.

Ron was unable to continue working. That was for the best anyway since school would begin in a matter of days. Of course Ron told Hermione everything that had happened, and she became a wealth of knowledge on magus subolesco and the Fidelius Charm. She had wondered why she couldn't remember where the Burrow was or what it even looked like. She'd have beaten her brain out if she hadn't done the research on the charm that was protecting the Burrow, and found that she couldn't remember because of it.

She couldn't wait to talk to Harry, she really wanted to know what magus subolesco was like, and she was very curious to see Harry's level of power when he emerged from his coma. For she knew that with each additional hour that he remained in the coma signified the intensity of his magical power. And when Harry hit day seven it was quite clear that the suspicions about Harry were true. He was indeed more powerful than Voldemort.

"Seven days." Dumbledore was amazed as entered the infirmary one week after the attack on the Burrow. "This young. We must attempt to keep this a secret Poppy."

"Yes," Madam Pomfrey agreed. "We certainly don't want You-Know-Who to know he's already matured."

"I don't remember how long Tom's was." Although he knew that Tom Riddle had gone through the change while at Hogwarts. "Will you look it up for me?"

Poppy disappeared for a few minutes and returned from her office with the answer. "Tom Riddle was seventeen years and five months old when his magus subolesco set in. It lasted six days and twenty-two hours, so Harry has already gone longer."

"Who is the longest document?"

"Gryffindor, seven days, eighteen hours. And you at seven days, sixteen hours."

"But I was nineteen-years-old. Harry has matured much earlier than I." Dumbledore pointed out. "And I believe Godric Gryffindor is the only other wizard to experience this before the age of majority."

Madam Pomfrey just nodded and turned her attention back to Harry. "I don't think that he will be much longer. He's already entered stage eight. I think Harry will wake soon."

Sure enough Harry woke from his coma ninety minutes later. He wasn't sure what was going on around him, or even what day it was. He only knew that his entire body was on fire, and every muscle within him ached. Madam Pomfrey explained very little to him, only the date and that he had gone into magus subolesco. She was more concerned with getting him moving again, and had him up and walking laps around the infirmary when Dumbledore came back in.

"Ah, good Harry, walking is best." He joined them in walking circles. "I've spoken to Mrs. Weasley and she leaves it to you to decide whether or not to stay here until term begins or go back to the Burrow for a few days."

"I'd rather go home if you don't mind Professor, even if it is for a few days." Harry had already been informed that he had been in coma for a week, but Madam Pomfrey did not tell him that the length of his magus subolesco was unusually long. "I want to catch the train and arrive as normal."

"I thought so," Dumbledore smiled at him. "Have you tried any magic?"

"I hadn't asked him to yet." Madam Pomfrey answered. "I was having him walk it off a bit before we do anything that drains his energy again."

"I'm fine." Harry insisted as he stopped walking. "Better to try something now then to do something rash later right?" Dumbledore nodded.

Harry raised his hand and looked at a pillow across the room. "Accio pillow!" Luckily, it was a pillow Harry summoned because every pillow in the room came flying at them. Harry, Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey were pelted with pillows.

"Amazing," Dumbledore smiled at Harry, "and that was without a wand."

Harry looked down at his hands; he hadn't noticed that he didn't have a wand. "I didn't realize..."

"You must be very careful who you reveal that to, Harry. Wandless magic is something that would spark the interest of Voldemort greatly."

"I think I've already got his attention sir."

"True Harry, but there are some things that would be better kept to yourself, this is one of them."

"I thought a wand focuses magic?" Harry asked the headmaster and received a nod as an answer. "Then I'm going to have to learn to control this because I still feel like I'm on fire." He'd almost say that it hurt not to do magic. That summoning spell felt like such a relief.

"Yes, all of your teachers will be informed that you have gone through magus subolesco this summer. They will help you learn a much greater level of control in your magic." Dumbledore informed him. "You may also notice some other new abilities begin as well. If you do please inform me."

"Like what?"

"Moving objects without summoning them, increased speed on foot, or on a broom. Things of that nature."

"I will let you know if any of that happens." Harry nodded. "When can I go home?"

Madam Pomfrey jumped into the conversation there. "Soon, I need to do a full check up on you before you can go. I will let Mrs. Weasley know that she can come pick you up."

Two hours later, Professor Dumbledore performed the Fidelius Charm on Harry. It felt odd to him to have a secret-keeping spell placed on him, but he knew it was for the best. It was strange to be in the same room with Mrs. Weasley and not have her acknowledge him until Dumbledore had told her that Harry was standing in the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.

Before leaving for the Burrow with Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore informed Harry where he would find Ron, Ginny and Mr. Weasley. It felt strange to Harry to arrive there and have the others seem to look right through him. Mrs. Weasley handed Ron, Ginny, Fred and George small slivers of parchment and one by one they acknowledged Harry.

"What was it like?" Fred didn't even say hello as Harry appeared before him, he just starting firing off questions. "Did it hurt? Got any tips on how to make it happen sooner?"

"Yeah," Harry smiled. "Try Occlumency." He was still feeling weak, and traveling by floo had exhausted him. Harry plopped down into a chair. "I'm glad it's over with, and especially glad that I don't ever have to do that again."

"It can't have been that bad Harry." George stated. "Every wizard looks forward to it. Just think of what Fred and I will be capable of once we've hit it!"

Mrs. Weasley cringed as she left the room, muttering, "Merlin, help us."