Harry Potter and The Head Master of Hogwarts

Give a Little, Take a Little

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Disclaimer – Merlin and Morgan Le Fey do not belong to me either

Disclaimer – Sunrunner abilities are the property of Melanie Rawn

Note – I want to thank you all for the wonderful reviews. It makes typing the story all the more worth while. I am thoroughly enjoying typing this story as much as you are enjoying reading it. Your comments and reviews are deeply appreciated. Also I want you point out that this is NOT a slash. There are slash tendencies, but it will not develop any further than it already has.

Chapter 14 – Give a Little, Take a Little

A thoroughly abashed Neville came down to the Great Hall a few days later. With a small smile, he sat in his chair at the staff table and began to eat. Harry noticed that he seemed a little withdrawn. Then again, Neville always acted this way when he felt the displeasure of Severus. Severus was known to have Neville in tears during his time as a student of Hogwarts. Harry wanted to apologize to Neville for what was said, but knew that Neville needed to understand the importance of staying out of a powerful weave. To become shadow lost was just as serious as is Voldemort used Avada Kedavra on someone. When breakfast was over, Harry pulled Neville to the side.

"Neville," he began. "Come to my office please. I would like to talk with you. I think you will understand a few things better when we are done. I think it will help."

Neville gave Harry a small nod and followed him up to the Head Master's office. With a genial wave of his hand, Harry indicated that Neville should sit. Neville sat in the chair that Harry indicated. Harry could tell by his countenance that he was very uncomfortable. Harry quickly went through his mind of how to explain what he wanted to tell Neville as delicately as possible.

"I know you are a bit depressed," began Harry. "Severus and I saw what you were battling when we were in your mind. What I will add to what Severus told you is this. You are NOT inferior to anyone. You are just as important and just as gifted as any one of us here. Your talents differ from others."

How so?" asked Neville. "I am not that powerful of a wizard. I can't even brew a potion without melting my cauldron."

"Do you think that at one point I was any better?" asked Harry. "I may never have melted my cauldron, but until the founders visited me, I was not that great of a potions maker myself. We can not all be Hermione. We are each unique in our own way. For example, you are very gifted when it comes to Charms and Herbology. I know that if I have a question about some type of plant, that all I would have to do is ask you.

"Big deal," said Neville. "You at least can do many things that I can't."

"So what," said Harry. "Neville I would not have asked you to teach if I thought you were anything less than a good person and teacher. You are the only one to have scored higher in Herbology than Hermione when we sat our O.W.L.S if you care to remember. Also I want to point out that you did better than your grandmother in charms. That is why Minerva asked you to continue with it. We can not all be super wizards Neville."

"Yes," said Neville. "I know Harry, but you are a super wizard. You can do anything. I am mediocre at best."

"Let me let you in on a secret Neville," said Harry. "I may have all these powers and be able to do many things. However, I would trade them all to be just like you. I did not ask for all this power. Most of the time, I don't even want these powers. I do what I have to do, just like you do what you have to do."

Neville sat there with a stunned expression on his face. To hear Harry say something like this was the last thing he ever expected to hear.

"Another thing," said Harry. "We expressed our concerns to you because we care about you. Do you know what it would have done to me if you had become shadow lost? Well let me tell you. It would have crushed me. As it was it took everything that Draco and the others had to calm me when we knew you were safe. You are one of my best friends. You stood with me at the Department of Ministries, when not many others would have even considered it. You were there to help console me when Sirius died. To me you are a VERY important person. I don't want to lose you. That is why we pressed so hard on the issue of you being more careful. Do you understand? Also, I want you to understand that Bellatrix and Voldemort can not hurt you anymore. Voldemort is only after one person right now; ME! No one has to worry about him until he can get passed me. I do not see that happening any time soon."

"Thank you Harry," said Neville. "To hear you say that makes me feel better. I am sorry that I attempted to enter the weave. I now know that I need to wait to be invited before I attempt to enter one. Thank you for making me feel better about myself. I know that it must be hard having all these responsibilities thrown at you when you are so young."

"Yes," Harry sighed. "All I ever wanted was to be normal. Someone has to do the job and I would rather it fall on my shoulders than on anyone else's. Just never forget that we care about you. Even Severus and Minerva care about you."

Neville raised an eyebrow at this. Harry had to fight hard to not laugh. One of Neville fears was Severus.

"Thanks again Harry," said Neville. "I had better go. I have a Herbology class that I am teaching in about 10 minutes."

Harry gave him a smile and a nod. Neville got up. When he reached the door, he looked back one more time at Harry and then walked out. Harry sat there for a few moments hoping beyond hope that he had gotten through to him. Harry stood up and walked into the sunlight that was streaming through his window. With ease, he wove the sunlight and glided along the rays. He checked on Hermione and Minerva. From there he sought out Albus and Pomona. Albus was in the charms classroom and Pomona was in the teachers lounge. Coming back to himself, he gave a slight turn and apparated to the lounge. Pomona dropped her glass. She glared up at Harry as she waved her wand to clean up the mess.

"You do know that I hate it when you do that, right?" she asked.

Harry chuckled at sat down in a chair opposite her.

"Well my friend, it saves time," he said. "I want to talk with you about Neville. He still seems very down on himself. You are one of the few people that ever praised him when he was a student. I was wondering if you would talk to him for me. He doesn't feel that he is good enough to be here. I tried talking with him, but I am not sure if I got through."

Pomona sat there and listened to Harry for a few moments. She chewed her lip as she pondered the dilemma. Finally she nodded to Harry.

"I can talk to him," she said. "I have some experience when it comes to boosting his moral levels. I know that Severus was hard on him. I will talk to him for you and see if I can't boost him back to at least where he was before his failed attempt at entering the weave. I can understand his feelings though. I know I would be just as frightened as he is if I were almost shadow lost."

"So would I," admitted Harry. "Also I would like for you to help him realize that he can still sun run. When we were in his head I noticed that his topaz was really out of alignment. I think that is the reason that he is having so much trouble moon running."

Pomona nodded.

"I will do my best," she said. "However I think you should have Albus work with him on aligning that particular gem as they share that core."

"That's a good idea," agreed Harry. "I'll talk to him when his class is over."

Harry and Pomona sat for a little while longer chatting amicably about things happening around the castle. Harry was enjoying the conversation. All of a sudden he felt the colors of someone that he had not had the opportunity to weave with. Pomona seeing the look on Harry's face, immediately opened her channels in case he needed them. Harry entered the weave. He came face to face with the unknown person that was assisting Voldemort. The dark colors of onyx, garnet, carnelian, and jet were all dark. This was in comparison to the Hogwarts staff whose colors were bright and comforting.

"Know that the heir of Morgan Le Fey is watching you Harry Potter," said the voice on the weave. "I may not be a match for you yet, but it is just a matter of time. I will be coming for you and I will finish the work that my ancestor started."

Harry was thrown back by the power of the emotions that were in the weave. Instinctively he grabbed Pomona and Hagrid and wove a defense. In a matter of moments, he had separated himself from the onslaught of the unknown person's sun running attack. When he finally disrupted the weave, he sat their breathing heavy. Pomona was sitting there with her eyes closed. Harry got up to check on her. She opened her eyes and waved him away signaling that she was fine. With a small turn, Harry disapparated to Hagrid's hut. He entered and saw that Hagrid was slumped over in his chair. With a small turn on the spot, he apparated a second time. This time he apparated into the infirmary. He walked over to Madam Pomfrey who was sitting in her chair. She was a little shaken, but she seemed in control of herself.

"Hagrid took a direct hit," said Harry.

Poppy nodded and picked up her bag. She walked over to Harry and grabbed his arm. He apparated them back to Hagrid's hut, where she started to do an exam on him. Hagrid grunted wearily. Harry raised his hand, and levitated Hagrid over to his bed. Poppy smiled her thanks and continued to run a diagnostic on him.

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him physically," she said. "His magical reserves are low, but that is about all I can find wrong with him. He will need to sleep for the rest of the day and probably tomorrow as well. I will keep an eye on him. You should go check on the rest of the group and make sure that no one else got caught by this person."

Harry nodded and walked outside. Once in the sunlight, he quickly wove the sunlight into a pattern that would allow him to check on the others. Albus and Severus were both still lecturing their classes. Hermione felt him as he approached her, and waved him away. Draco did the same when he checked in the dungeons. Ginny, Luna, and Ron were all moving about as if nothing had happened. Neville was a bit shaken, but he was putting up a good front to the class. When he felt Harry brush his colors, he smiled. Harry left him to check on Minerva, and Molly. Both witches were working as usual. Harry last checked on Remus. The colors were a bit dim. Harry started to worry until he remembered that the full moon was the night before. Remus' colors were always dim the day before, during, and after the full moon. Quickly Harry came back to himself and went back into the hut.

"Everyone seems to be ok," he reported to the nurse. "Neville was a bit shaken, but when he felt my colors, he smiled and stood a little straighter. I think he will be ok. He was just a little scared after what happened to him the last time."

Poppy nodded her head.

"Well everything seems to be ok here," she said. "I think that we should just leave him to rest. As I said, I will check up on him periodically in case he needs something."

Harry smiled at her and walked back out into the sunshine. From there he made his way to the greenhouse where Neville was teaching his class. Harry quietly entered the room and stayed out of the way. He listened intently as Neville went around the room and was helping the class with the bubotubers. Harry smiled to himself as he watched Neville. When Neville caught sight of Harry's encouraging smile, he finally let it sink in as to what Harry had been telling him. With a grateful nod to Harry, Neville turned back to the class. There was a slight bounce to his step. Harry laughed quietly and exited the greenhouse. He made his way back to the castle. He proceeded to the charms corridor. Again he quietly made his way into the class and took a seat at the back. He did not want to disturb the class. Albus gave a smile and continued with the lesson. When the bell rang and Albus had dismissed the class, Harry stood up and approached his mentor and friend.

"Albus I need a big favor," said Harry.

"Of course Harry," he replied. "What can I do for you?"

"You and Neville share a gem color," said Harry. "I was wondering if you could work with him to strengthen that color. His topaz is totally out of sink. I thought that as you two shared that particular core, you could help him sort of fine tune it so that he can obtain moon running abilities."

"I would be delighted to assist Mr. Longbottom," said Albus. "I think it would also help with some of the other things I have been working on. So who was that person that hit us with a weave?"

"I have no idea," confessed Harry. "I was sitting with Pomona in the lounge and he or she just caught me in the weave. Thanks to Pomona and Hagrid, I was able to break the hold on me."

"I think that Voldemort has finally found and Heir of Morgan Le Fey," said Albus. "I wanted to tell you something else Harry. When I look at your colors now, I can sense another one trying to open up within you. It has the feel of amethyst to it. You may be the first to acquire a sixth color. I did not think that was possible. However you have always been a remarkably unique person."

"To be honest, I think you are right," said Harry. "It is as if there is one more little thing I need to do to completely open it up. I guess when the time is right for it to do so, it will."

"I think you are right there," said Albus. "I will talk with Mr. Longbottom. However, it is time for my next class."

Harry nodded and left the room. He smiled at the students and made his way back up to his office. He was wondering if other people had the abilities to weave the light. He never thought to check others to see if they had the gift. He wondered if it was possible to open up the gift in others that had potential. He would just have to wait and find out. Harry made his way to his office. Once Harry reached his office he walked to his fireplace and flooed to the Ministry of Magic. He asked if Amelia was available. When he was informed that she would see him, he went to her office.

"Head Master," said Amelia. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Madam Minister," replied Harry. "Has Albus told you yet about the new gifts that some of us at the school have acquired?"

"Yes," she said. "He mentioned something about weaving sun and moon light. He also told me that in your case, you can weave star light and communicate with people."

"That is correct," he said. "I was wondering if you would permit me to run an experiment. I think the best person for this would be you and maybe Alastor and Rufus."

"Is this experiment dangerous in anyway?" she asked.

"No Madam Bones," he said. "It is merely a test to see if one carries the possible abilities that allow us to talk on the sunlight. If the person does have the ability, I can enter their mind as it were, and help them get acquainted with their colors. If however, they do not possess the gift, then you will not even know that I have done anything at all."

She thought about what Harry said for a moment and then nodded her head in agreement. She turned to the fireplace and called to the Auror Department. 15 minutes later, Alastor and Rufus presented themselves in her office. Both wizards gave Harry a handshake. Harry quickly outlined what his idea was and what he wanted to try. Alastor made no qualms about letting Harry try. He trusted the young man with every ounce of his being. Amelia also said she would like to try. Rufus after a few moments nodded his acceptance of the experiment.

"Ok," said Harry. "The first part is relatively easy. What I want you to do is to concentrate and open your minds to something very much like telepathy. When you have done that I will weave a pattern of colors. If I am successful, and you have the gift you will be able to see all of my colors. I have five of them."

The three of them all nodded in understanding. They sat and relaxed in a chair. Slowly Harry weaved a tendril of pattern to each of them present. Moody was the first that Harry approached. He saw immediately that he had the gift and quickly grabbed his colors and wove himself into Moody's mind. Moody gasped at the entrance and then marveled at the beauty that was surrounding him. Harry delicately showed Moody which was his colors and how to access them. With ease, he probed Moody's colors and clicked them all into place. When Moody gasped out loud, Harry knew that he could see his own sunstone, moonstone, and amber gem colors. Harry quickly withdrew pulling Alastor with him. Harry turned to Rufus who had opened up his mind. Harry saw immediately that Rufus did not have the gift. He quickly nudged the Auror and brought him back out of his meditation. Harry quickly shook his head to him and turned to Amelia. Harry wove his colors again and went for Amelia. He noticed that her colors were a bit sluggish, but she did in fact have the gift. Being a master weaver, Harry quickly sent the weave to Moody who allowed Harry to pull him in. From there, the two wizards set to work in helping Amelia recognize her own colors. Something odd kept happening. Every time Harry would click her smoky quarts and her opal into place, and he would pull away, they would shift back out of alignment. He quickly explained to her that she would only be able to receive messages, but not be able to send them at this time. He also pointed out that she would only be able to send tendrils of thought on the sunlight. When they were done, they pulled out of Amelia's colors and directed her to a chair. She was amazed at the beauty of what Harry had just done.

"I will, with your permission, test each Auror for you to see if any have the gift," said Harry. "It will make things easier in the future to have as many Aurors with this gift as possible. I will come up with some way of working your colors into place."

Amelia gave her permission immediately. Harry set it up that over the next few days, Alastor would start come to the castle every other day with five Aurors at a time. While he was testing them, he would pull Moody into the weave and show him how to test other for himself. That way, Harry would not have to do it for long. Everyone sat there for a few moments as what they had just witnessed sank in. Harry rose to his feet and bade the trio goodbye. With a quick turn on the spot, he disapparated back to Hogwarts. The day had been very prosperous. Harry hoped that more than a few of the Aurors would posses the gift. It would make things easier when communication was needed to contact the school or the Ministry from the opposite location. Harry gave a tired smile and headed down the stairs to the Great Hall. He entered just as the dinner bell rang. He made his way to the staff table and sat down to eat. When the rest of the staff was present, he told them what he learned at the Ministry. Albus leaned back for a moment and gave a slight weave.

"Harry," he said. "Your sixth color is now in full view."

Harry quickly looked into himself and saw that Albus was indeed correct. He came back to himself with a happy smile on his face. From there he began to eat his dinner. The rest of the staff was all chatting with one another about the upcoming events.

Author's Note – I needed this chapter more as a filler than an actual working. It was designed to help you understand that Harry will be playing an important role in recruiting for the army that will be needed in the next sequel. I trust you noticed that I still have not given any indication as to who the mysterious stranger is. I also trust you noticed that I refrained from using gender specific. Is this stranger male or female? Hmmm Keep reading to find out.

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