After mastering the basics of fire manipulation, strengthening my control over the Kavach, and honing my skill in wandless magic, I realized that power alone wouldn't guarantee victory.
I needed to fortify my mind.
Because strength could be countered, and skill could be matched. But a fortified mind? That was a weapon no one could predict.
That was when I truly committed to Occlumency.
I had bought a basic Occlumency book from Diagon Alley before coming to Hogwarts. At the time, I hadn't realized how crucial it would become. I had skimmed through it occasionally, practicing surface-level techniques to shield my mind from intrusion. But now… now I understood that basic wouldn't cut it.
With everything I was learning—about Karna's powers, about the dangers that lay ahead—I needed more than just mental walls.
I needed a fortress.
And so, I revisited the book, but this time with new determination.
Occlumency wasn't just about blocking thoughts or building barriers. It was about understanding one's own mind. Creating layers—falsehoods and truths so intertwined that even the most skilled Legilimens would be lost. But as I delved deeper into the practice, something unexpected happened.
I started unlocking the visions.
The flashes of light. The feeling of heat—intense, unrelenting. And a voice…
"Power without control is destruction."
Karna's voice.
I had seen him in my dreams before. His towering figure clad in radiant armor that shimmered like the sun itself. His eyes… they held an intensity I couldn't describe. But the visions had always been fragmented—like pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together.
Now, with Occlumency sharpening my focus, those visions became clearer.
Each time I cleared my mind, they returned—more vivid, more detailed.
I saw Karna standing at the edge of a battlefield, his armor blazing with divine light as he faced an army alone. I felt his resolve, his unwavering sense of duty… and the weight of the power he carried.
But it wasn't just battle.
I saw him in moments of stillness—sitting cross-legged under the scorching sun, his mind perfectly calm as the chaos of the world raged around him. His aura was steady, his focus unyielding.
He wasn't just a warrior.
He was a master of his own mind. His control wasn't just over his body or his powers—it extended to his thoughts, his emotions. He had built walls so strong that not even the gods could penetrate them.
That was the key.
I wasn't just practicing Occlumency.
I was learning from Karna's memories.
Each time I delved deeper into the visions, I gained insights—glimpses of his mental discipline, his unwavering willpower. I began mimicking his techniques—anchoring my thoughts, reinforcing my mental defenses with not just magic, but sheer resolve.
It was slow at first. My mind was chaotic, cluttered with thoughts and emotions. But night after night, I practiced.
And slowly… I began to see results.
My mind grew sharper, more focused. I could feel the layers I had created—false memories, decoys, and illusions so intricately woven that they felt real. But that wasn't all.
Through these visions, I was learning beyond Occlumency.
Karna had been a master strategist. His mind was always steps ahead, calculating outcomes before they even unfolded. I began incorporating that into my training—anticipating attacks, predicting movements, and analyzing weaknesses.
But even as I mastered my mind… I hadn't forgotten about my body.
Wandless magic had become an obsession of mine.
Karna's power wasn't bound by a piece of wood. It was part of me. And I refused to be limited by a wand.
I had started with simple spells. Lumos. Nox. Accio.
At first, it had been 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 of Requirement, 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. Occlumency had strengthened my mind to the point where I could feel Karna's wisdom guiding me.
But that wasn't all.
One night, after delving deeper into the visions, I saw something I hadn't expected.
A glimpse of Karna standing before a swirling portal—its energy unlike anything I had ever seen. Golden and crackling with power, it pulsed with an intensity that felt… alien. Karna's expression was unreadable, but I could feel the weight of what lay beyond that portal.
It wasn't just another realm.
It was… something more.
The vision ended abruptly, leaving me breathless.
And then, as if in response to my growing curiosity, the Room of Requirement led me to another book.
It was different.
Tucked away on a high shelf, almost hidden from sight. Its cover was bound in deep violet leather that shimmered faintly in the dim light. There was no title, but the moment my fingers brushed against it, I felt a pull.
I opened it.
The words seemed to shift and rearrange themselves before settling into coherent text.
"On the Nature of Dimensional Energies."
My brow furrowed. This wasn't like any magical theory I had encountered before. The text spoke of dimensions beyond our own, of energies that transcended the boundaries of space and time. It detailed how certain beings—individuals of immense power—could tap into these energies, drawing strength from alternate realities.
My pulse quickened as I read on.
"Different worlds. Different realms. Some bound by magic… others by forces beyond comprehension."
I froze.
One particular section stood out, sending a chill down my spine.
"There are those who walk between worlds, wielding energies that defy the laws of magic. These beings draw power from sources that exist beyond mortal understanding… forces that shape realities and govern universes."
The vision of the portal flashed in my mind again.
Karna… what did you see?
I read the passage again. And again.
Something stirred deep inside me—a flicker of recognition. It was faint, like a whisper in the back of my mind. But I couldn't place it.
Why did this feel… familiar?
The text grew more abstract, filled with theories about dimensional rifts, cosmic energies, and beings who transcended the limitations of a single world.
A knot formed in my stomach.
I didn't understand it fully… but something about this felt important.
Too important.
I closed the book, my mind swirling with questions.
I didn't have the answers. Not yet.
But I would.
Because if this was what I thought it was…
The time would come when I would need to face it.
And I would be ready.
The discovery of the book had shaken me.
Dimensional energies, multiversal paths, portals like the one Karna stood before—it all hinted at something larger. Something I was part of, even if I didn't fully understand it yet.
But right now, I still had a long way to go.
I needed more than control.
I needed offense.
All my training had focused on protecting, surviving, enduring. My Kavach shielded me. My Occlumency protected my thoughts. Wandless spells gave me options. But if I was going to face what lay beyond—whether in this world or another—I had to learn how to strike.
That's when I remembered the most iconic image of Karna.
The radiant warrior with a bow of celestial gold, summoning arrows made of searing flame.
I didn't have a divine bow.
But I had flame.
And will.
That was enough.
I stood in the Room of Requirement, now transformed into a wide, open training field—torches lined the walls, a distant mountain range painted the far edge of the illusionary space. My hand glowed with the now-familiar warmth of fire dancing in my palm.
I reached out with my will, trying to shape the flame.
At first, it was nothing but a flickering wisp.
But I focused.
Fire wasn't just destruction—it was form, flow, energy. I channeled it into a long, narrow shape, imagining it hardening, sharpening.
My eyes narrowed. I stretched my other hand forward like a bowstring and pulled back the flame in my palm.
The fire shifted.
A trail of flame extended backward—arching like a string being pulled. My heart thundered.
It was working.
With a grunt, I released.
The fire snapped forward—shhhhhhht!—a narrow streak of heat and light, arrow-like in form. It pierced the illusionary dummy across the field, erupting in a burst of orange.
My eyes widened.
That… that was new.
My grin returned, wild and exhilarated.
"Again."
I conjured the flame once more. Shaped it. Pulled it back.
Fired.
Each arrow flew straighter, hotter. I tried changing the angle—low arcs, sharp shots, twin arrows at once.
I didn't stop for hours.
My magic adapted with every attempt. I found that if I focused on the emotion behind the fire—fury, willpower, even calm determination—it changed the quality of the arrow. Some burned hotter. Others moved faster. One even exploded on impact.
That one I'd need to be careful with.
But this—this was what I had been missing.
An arsenal.
Eventually, I collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily but grinning like an idiot. My robes were singed, my hair wild with ash, but I felt alive.
This wasn't just training anymore.
I was building something greater.
My mind was fortified with Occlumency. My spells flowed wandlessly. My arrows struck with divine fire.
And somewhere, buried in that mysterious book, was a promise of something more.
The Room flickered, sensing my thoughts.
In response, a distant echo returned.
The sound of something vast shifting.
A whisper in the wind.
Not from this world.
I stood slowly, my body aching but my spirit alight.
Whatever came next—whether dragon, dark wizard, or dimensional threat—I would meet it not as a boy with borrowed power…
…but as a warrior forging his own path.
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