The days blurred into weeks as I devoted myself completely to training. My friends were still caught up in the mystery of Nicholas Flamel, poring over book after book in the library, their frustration growing with every fruitless search. Hermione was more determined than ever, convinced that the answer was just beyond their grasp. Ron, on the other hand, was beginning to lose patience. Rose kept things balanced, offering encouraging words even when the frustration was palpable.
But I was on a different path.
While they hunted for answers, I was preparing for the battles that lay ahead. Because I knew what was coming. And knowledge wasn't enough. Power… control… that was what I needed.
Every night after curfew, I slipped away unnoticed. I had perfected the art of moving silently through the castle, dodging Filch and Mrs. Norris with practiced ease. I memorized the trickiest staircases, the ones that liked to change direction when you least expected it. The suits of armor that creaked loudly if you so much as breathed near them. I even learned the rhythm of Peeves' mischief—when he was likely to cause chaos in the west wing, giving me a clear path through the east.
The Room of Requirement was always waiting.
It had become my refuge—a sacred space where I could push myself beyond limits. Every time I entered, it transformed to meet my needs. Some nights, it became an expansive arena, filled with enchanted dummies that moved and attacked with unnerving precision. Other nights, it was a training ground with targets that shifted and dodged, forcing me to sharpen my aim and reflexes.
And when I needed knowledge, the shelves were lined with ancient tomes filled with forgotten techniques and battle strategies that went far beyond the Hogwarts curriculum. Some of these books were older than the school itself, containing magic that hadn't been practiced in centuries.
I devoured them.
Fire came first.
I had always been drawn to it. It felt… natural. As if the flames recognized me, eager to answer my call. I started small, summoning a flicker that danced along my fingertips. But I wasn't satisfied with mere sparks. I pushed harder, coaxing the flames to grow, to take shape. I learned to mold them into spheres of concentrated heat, hovering in the air like miniature suns. I practiced sending tendrils of fire snaking through the air, controlling them with precision—until I could make them coil around a target without burning a single hair.
But fire was unpredictable. Wild.
And that was where control became essential.
I spent hours practicing restraint, learning how to dim the flames to a mere ember or unleash them in a blazing inferno. I experimented with compressing heat, condensing it into a razor-thin barrier that shimmered in the air—an invisible shield that could repel almost anything. Each session brought me closer to understanding the raw power within me, but it wasn't enough.
Because fire wasn't my only weapon.
The Kavach.
Karna's divine armor. It was more than just a shield—it was a manifestation of divine energy, a barrier that could withstand any assault. But calling upon it wasn't easy. It was like trying to grasp smoke—always just out of reach. I could feel it, an ever-present warmth beneath my skin, waiting. But drawing it out took more than just willpower.
I had to command it.
At first, I struggled. The Kavach would flicker to life for a heartbeat, only to vanish just as quickly. It was frustrating. Maddening. But I didn't give up. I kept pushing, reaching deeper, searching for that connection. And then, one night… it happened.
The room sensed my intent. Without warning, enchanted arrows erupted from the walls, flying toward me from every direction. My instincts kicked in. I didn't think—I acted.
A wave of heat surged through me, and I felt it.
The Kavach responded instantly, spreading outward like a second skin. I couldn't see it, but I felt it—a dense, impenetrable energy that formed an invisible barrier around me. The arrows struck… but they never reached me. They shattered harmlessly against the shield, the impact absorbed without so much as a ripple.
I exhaled, a slow grin tugging at my lips.
But sustaining the Kavach was another matter. The longer I kept it active, the more it drained me. My body wasn't ready to maintain it for extended periods. Not yet.
And so, I trained.
Night after night, I summoned the Kavach, holding it for as long as I could, pushing my limits until my limbs trembled and sweat poured down my back. I learned to activate it faster, to strengthen its resilience, and to sustain it longer. But I knew this was only the beginning. There was so much more I had yet to unlock.
As my control over the Kavach grew, I turned my focus to something even more elusive.
Wandless magic.
I had read about it in passing—how only the most powerful wizards could cast spells without a wand. But for me, it wasn't just about casting spells. It was about breaking free of limitations. Karna's power wasn't bound by a piece of wood. It was part of me.
I started with the simplest spells. Lumos.Nox.Accio. The first few attempts were frustrating. Without a wand to channel my magic, it was like trying to grasp sand—slipping through my fingers no matter how tightly I held on.
"Come on," I muttered one night, narrowing my eyes at a small book lying on the floor a few feet away.
I raised my hand, focusing all my energy.
Accio.
Nothing happened.
My jaw clenched. Again.
I closed my eyes, feeling for the warmth of magic deep within me. But this time… I didn't just think the spell. I willed it.
Accio.
The book trembled. My heart jumped.
Come on…
A second later, the book flew toward me, landing neatly in my hand.
"Yes!" I breathed, a triumphant grin spreading across my face.
But that was just the beginning.
I practiced for hours, pushing myself further each night. The more I used wandless magic, the more natural it became. Spells that once required focus and effort now flowed effortlessly from my fingertips. Expelliarmus.Protego.Stupefy. I practiced them all, learning to cast without words, without movement—just pure intent.
But I didn't stop there.
One night, after hours of exhausting practice, I stood in the center of the room, breathing hard. My mind was weary, but I wasn't done. Not yet. I closed my eyes, reaching deeper than I ever had before.
No wand. No incantation. Just will.
I raised my hand, but this time… I didn't focus on a specific spell. I let the magic flow.
A surge of heat built in my palm, but it was different this time—less wild, more refined. I opened my eyes just in time to see a small orb of pure energy hovering above my hand. It wasn't fire.
It was… raw magic.
My pulse quickened.
This was something new.
Something powerful.
And I had barely begun to scratch the surface.
The days flew by. My mastery over fire grew sharper. The Kavach responded with greater ease. Wandless magic no longer felt foreign—it was becoming instinct. My body grew stronger, faster. Every night in the Room of Requirement brought me closer to unlocking my full potential.
But it still wasn't enough.
Because I knew… when the time came to face what lay ahead, I wouldn't just be ready.
I would be unstoppable.
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