Harry leaned up against the wall in the room of requirement. Every full moon, Hermione had made Harry take her to the Founders Library. She – with help – had gotten through almost all of the scrolls. She left the diary ones and focused on spells and potions. Ron looked through all the scrolls on Wand Law, while Draco focused on Medical Scrolls.

Hermione now had twenty-four scrolls of her own; filled with spells and potions that were unknown to current-day wizards.

Today there were only a few people in the room, only the most trusted Hogwarts students. Hermione wanted to trial some of the spells.

Fred and George were really excited to test the new spells. They went into everything without fully thinking it through.

"Tabesco!" George threw the spell at the vase that had been placed in the middle of the floor. It instantly became a liquid and started draining down the floor.

"Wicked." Fred smirked at the liquefied vase.

Every spell got transferred, by Hermione, to one of two scrolls; one for spells that worked, and one for spells that didn't.

"Harry, can you do this one?"

Harry read the paragraph on the parchment. "Really?"

"Try it!" Hermione smiled at him.

Harry made a face but passed Draco his wand.

He took a breath and let his body feel the magic; the emotion he needed. He stood and made the exact movement with his hand. A swoop upwards. "Propulso."

Everything in front of him moved away and Harry was sent backwards into his friends. They fell like bowling pins and the twins applauded the victory.

"That was amazing, Sparks." Fred pulled him from the ground.

"Fantastic!"

Hermione looked startled; Ron was itching to have a go himself. Wandless magic. To be able to do Wandless magic.

According to Ravenclaw and Slytherin, it could only be used for shielding spells and really basic summoning charms. It was a last port of call. It worked on the same principle of accidental magic. If children could use magic without a wand, there had to be ways of adults doing it.

It took more energy than wand magic; it was stronger but far more limited and unfocused.

"God Harry, that was great." Hermione noticed Harry was really leaning against Fred. "Are you okay?"

Harrys response was a yawn.

"Harry?"

"M' fine'" He answered leaning so that Fred was fully supporting his weight.

"Are you sure Harry?"

Harry took a breath and lifted himself up from resting on Fred. "Yeah, Sorry. I'm good."

"That was amazing."

Harry took a second to breath. "Yeah, it was."

The next day, Harry once again stood in the room of requirement. This time on the stage. Hermione's wandless test had reminded Harry of something he wanted to do.

"Right guys I have a new idea for today. However, it means were splitting up into two groups." Harry explained. "Everyone in fifth year and above will be working with Me and Draco." He explained. "Ron and Hermione will be guiding the rest of you."

Hermione pulled her group over so she could teach them a wider variety of spells than classes give you. Harry smiled at his group.

"We will be learning or practicing non-verbal spells." He nodded to Viktor and Fleur. Although Viktor's attention was only half on Harry. The rest was over the other side of the room. He was completely smitten with Hermione. "These silent spells give you a split second advantage. It doesn't seem like a lot but it can be the difference between life and death."

"Harry, you talk about life and death a lot." Martin; a sixth year asked.

"Yes, I suppose I do." He looked down at everyone; faces he had known forever. "Alright, okay. I've mentioned the war that is coming. Now all of us will be in some kind of danger. Everyone could be a target. All these spells and tricks…. They're fun to learn but one day they could save your lives. Whether you actually fight or not. They'll get you out of the line of fire."

"You believe that?"

"I need to. I believe he's coming back." Harry touched his head. "I can feel it; I've seen it. I need to believe that we'll all be able to keep ourselves safe."

"So these spells?" Emma asked from beside her brother.

Harry woke up with a start. Memories of the war brought to the surface by the day's events. He rubbed the cold sweat from his neck.

"Meow."

"Hey, princess. I'm fine."

Zana nudged his hand and then began nudging him to get off the bed.

"You want me to go to the hospital wing, don't you girl?"

"Meow." She nudged him again.

"Okay sweetie I'll get my cloak." Harry then wondered through the school in his invisibility cloak. Zana walked between his legs as he wondered through the halls.

He past ghosts but most of the paintings were sleeping.

He stopped at on corner; he thought about a place better than the hospital wing. Well not necessarily better, it was however a place that would have more answers.

"Potter, what the devil are you doing here after curfew?"

"Professor- I…"

"Gods Potter, you came all the way from Gryffindor tower to mumble at me?" Professor Snape asked. He was in a white robe and slippers; obviously asleep moments ago.

Harry took a breath and spoke quickly. It took a lot out of him to fully trust Severus Snape. "You fought in the last war sir?"

"Indeed I did. What of it?" The man looked curious now.

"You must have seen some bad things- remember them all the time." Harry looked away. "How do you make the memories go away?"

"Come and sit down, Harry. And keep your animal off my furniture." Severus had tea served near the fire. He made Harry hold his own cup.

"Thank you, sir."

"Harry, what is this all about? Is it your aunt and uncle?"

"I just- It…"

"Okay. the question you asked earlier."

"I want the memories to just go away. It hurts too much." Harry felt fragile; like everything he touched dropped dead. He was so close to the time that Cedric- Lord Voldemort's return. He needed to stop that from happening.

"Harry. I can't help you remove them. You need to move past them." Severus shifted on his seat. "The pain and the memories will never go away for good. But, Harry, it will get easier. The pain will lighten, and some days you may not even think about it. Then something will happen and it will all come out again, as if the wounds had never healed. You'll wonder if it'll every get better. But that pain will pass too. Then if it happens again; the damage will heel a little bit faster, until it becomes background noise." The professor told him. "You'll never be free of it, but the burden will get lighter. I promise, Harry."

"It's hard."

"I know." Severus Snape sneered at his cup before speaking. "I went through a childhood not all that different from yours. You are lucky to have people around that want to help you so much."

"Yeah…"

"You know there are hundreds of people who want to help you, so why do you keep coming to me, Harry?"

"I trust you, sir. You won't lie to me unless you have to. Your reasons for helping me; protecting me are a little bit selfish. But sir, that makes it ever so much more true."

"The headmaster has been worried about you for a long time."

"I know. I don't trust him the same way." Harry looked away. "He's a good man; but he's flawed beyond the rest of us. I don't trust his judgement."

"How in the world can you know so much but so little all at once?"

"I don't know what you mean."

Severus knew this was a lie. "I suppose you wouldn't."

"Thank you for the tea sir."

"Here Harry, take this." Harry was handed a bottle of dreamless sleep. "It looks like you need it."

"Thank you, sir."

"Oh, and expect five points missing when you wake up. You were up after curfew, after all."

"Yes Professor."