Alone in The Wizarding World Chapter 8 (Blood Magic)

Knock Knock

"Come in," the professor called; the door opened all the way to the end; Harry walked inside, seeing the Professor of Spells reading a book, the desk filled with different types of books; the Potter paid it no mind and simply walked up to him.

"Harry Potter, good to see you here; I'm happy you accepted my invitation," Filius spoke, closing the book after he saw the student reach his desk; the open window illuminated the room in the middle of the left wall, the window was opened all the way allowing a gentle breeze to get inside, the birds chirping outside was a pleaser sound, Harry briefly wondered if reading and learning was better outside, but quickly dropped it when the professor cleared his throat to get his attention.

"What you did today was something I haven't thought I would ever see in my life; now, I see that you have quite a bit of talent in Charms. I would like to ask if you want extra classes?" The professor asked, barely keeping his excitement at bay, but he knew the young student was already too busy with Quidditch. Therefore he didn't want him to get overworked.

Harry gave a look as if thinking about it. Personally, he thought this was an excellent opportunity to learn more, everything he could, rather than waiting for his second and third years to learn anything useful. Seeing that the student wasn't answering...

"You don't have to answer to me right now; you have plenty of time to think; whenever you want, my door is always opened," the professor added softly, not trying to sound as if he's forcing him into anything; Harry smiled in appreciation.

"I want to take extra classes, Professor; just let me know when,"

"Wonderful," the professor said, clapping his hands before opening a drawer from his desk. "Please take this; it is a list you have written there when you can come," the professor said, giving him a letter with several notes and times written on it.

Taking it, he put it in his back pocket before addressing the professor. "Thank you for this opportunity,"

"Think nothing of it, Harry; I'm always happy to teach the students everything that I know," he said smiling, excitement seeping into his tone. Harry left the office quickly, making his over to the main hall where his friends probably were.

Will I have time for this? He wondered now that he had already accepted; sure, he still wanted to play Quidditch, but when it came to learning Magic, he found out that learning different types of spells and learning magic, in general, was a better time spent.

Reaching the hall now full of students eating, the wizard quickly noticed how some stopped eating and talking when he passed through, some pointing fingers at him; Harry recognized some of them, some he had never seen before, and his eyes quickly found Hermione and Ron, it seemed the bushy-haired girl had saved a spot for him to her right.

Harry sat down heavily, feeling a bit tired all of a sudden, his back leaning against the chair. "What did Professor Filius want?" Hermione asked a little too quickly, almost demanding with her bossy tone before he even had a chance to breathe.

"Harry, why didn't you tell us you could do Wandless Magic?" Ron inquired, leaning over Hermione's shoulder despite her moving her face away from the bad aroma coming from his mouth.

"Jeez, do you ever wash your teeth," she complained, pinching her nose with her fingers, her other hand trying to push Ron away; Harry noticed that everyone around them was patiently waiting for him to answer the question. Still, he simply ignored them; couldn't they mind their own business?

Harry instead grabbed a good piece of roasted meat with pepper, salt, garlic, boiled eggs with salt, and two roasted slices of bread; taking a bite, savoring the taste, he followed it down with water mixed with sugar.

Gulping the tasty food, he ate more, feeling very hungry all of a sudden; after ten minutes of eating, even Hermione was surprised by the amount of food he was eating, thankfully he wasn't making a mess of himself, using a napkin to clean his mouth and lips.

Harry felt much better now that his stomach was full, he didn't know where all that hunger came from, but he felt much better now.

"Ron, you asked how I could do wandless magic?" Harry questioned him; now that he was no longer eating, he felt ready to answer; he didn't want to talk while eating.

"Yes," Ron answered curiously, with a chicken leg in his right hand, before biting down on it, making a loud noise as he ate.

"I just read it in a book; it showed that certain people are able to if they can focus their magic; the whole reason we need Wands is to focus our magic; if you're able to focus your magic well enough, anyone can do magic without a Wand,"

"How long did it take for you to do it?" Hermione questioned, leaning a bit closer to him.

"A Day, I think, at first I did a few spells with a wand, then I started trying to do Alohamora without a Wand, it took a while, but I got it done quickly after I used the first spell without a Wand, doing the others was much easier, Sometimes I used my right hand to channel my magic," Harry explained only now noticing that the whole class was listening to him even the professors, Snape grumbled something under his breath that no one cared about. Professor McGonagall gave him a proud look and a grandmotherly smile.

"A very insightful explanation, mister Potter," Dumbledore said smiling, happy to see that Harry could pick up on things, even if it completely contradicted his plan and how he had thought Harry would be like after living with that kind of relatives.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any delay, Headmaster," Harry apologized quickly, seeing that everyone seemed to have stopped doing whatever to listen to him.

"Is quite alright, my boy, but I would like it if you come by my office later," Dumbledore assured the boy with a grandfather smile; Harry suddenly felt a cold shiver at the back of his head, as if a block of ice just touched his head, he ignored it, for now, everyone resumed on their activities.

Hermione didn't waste time asking him question after question; Ron groaned in annoyance when Harry answered, and they both started talking about reading and books.

Later

"What do you mean we won't be looking about The theft anymore?!" These were the first words out of Ron's mouth when Harry told him that he didn't care anymore to figure out if Voldemort was trying to come back or not; he wasn't going to go out of his way to search for answers.

After the launch ended, Ron had been quick to ask what they would do about whatever You Know Who was trying to steal in Hogwarts; Harry had quickly explained that he was after The Philosopher Stone, which granted someone immortality with its Elixir of Life and turned metal into Gold.

Hearing that Ron had been quick to say that You Know Who would try to steal it, but Harry had quickly dropped that idea entirely.

"That's what I meant; I'm not interested in going in a goose chase for a dumb rock, and do not forget that Dumbledore is still here, even if he wasn't. I highly doubt he left something that important just lying around without protection, knowing him, he probably put some kind of spell that would make it almost impossible to get through," Harry explained with a shrug; seriously, he was just a kid, it wasn't his job to deal with crazy dark wizards that are looking for a rock with red color.

Ron's jaw hit the floor, while Hermione was mainly quiet since she had already known that Harry was no longer interested in pursuing after the Philosopher's Stone.

Personally, in a way, she was relieved; they wouldn't break the rules by trying to do something like sneaking away at night like the last time and possibly lose House Points. She knew what Harry was saying made sense; it wasn't their job to worry about it; they were still just one year student against someone who was said to be one of the strongest Wizards in the World.

After getting over his shock, Ron closed his mouth, his face still showing that he was shocked. "Are you sure about this, mate?" He asked him again, he knew he heard him, but he wanted to do a double check.

Harry simply nodded his head without hesitation; Ron frowned slightly before eventually shrugging his shoulders. "Oh well, I just hope it doesn't return to bite us in the ass later," he said with a little smile before getting a slap on the shoulder from Hermione for using bad words.

Later

In front of him stood a stone Gargoyle, "Sherbet," Harry whispered the word; the Gargoyle suddenly moved aside, revealing a spiral staircase that moved; Harry rode to the top, reaching the door, and the voice of the Headmaster reached his ears before he could even knock telling him to come inside.

"Harry, good to see you, my boy," Dumbledore said smiling, looking over at Harry, who got the cold chill behind his head yet again; his eyes studied the office; he had to admit that it was quite a beautiful place, with lines of books in the walls, sever magical instruments. Still, none of them caught his eyes as the red-looking bird sitting on a perch near the desk.

The old headmaster quickly noticed where Harry's eyes went. "It seems you noticed Fawkes, Fascinating creatures, phoenixes. They can carry immensely heavy loads, their tears have healing powers, and they make highly faithful pets." Dumbledore explained.

Harry was entirely mesmerized by the beauty of the Phoenix; he couldn't help but feel a warmth building up on his chest when he petted the Phoenix, who let a pleasant whistle, liking the attention from Harry, leaning into his touch.

Dumbledore smiled in delight, but he quickly noticed Harry's right eyes going from green to red for a second before returning to normal green. Strange, he thought, not alarmed but simply curious.

Scooting out a chair, Harry sat down, feeling a bit intimidated by the gaze of the old headmaster; after all, he was the only wizard Voldemort feared. "What you called me for Headmaster?" Harry questioned respectfully, his index finger petting the top of Fawkes, who was enjoying the attention.

"I have to be honest, in all my years, it is not every day that I see a student, a one-year student at that, using Wandless Magic," He started thoughtfully; Harry briefly wondered if he had known anyone else able to use Wandless Magic before.

"Harry, how is your time in Hogwarts," Dumbledore questioned with a grandfatherly smile. However, Harry didn't feel safe by the smile; he felt the chill yet again, something even the Phoenix apparently felt, tilting his head aside and not letting out melodic sounds anymore.

"Is much better than with the Dursleys," Harry said bluntly with an unsettling smile on his face, his right eyes becoming red again; the old professor felt the room temperature going up yet didn't make any move. "At least I don't have to think about starving, having someone shout my name whenever they wake me up, making me do all the work, even hitting me with a frying pan," Harry lowered his voice when he realized that he was losing his temper, he quickly noticed that Dumbledore had a blank look on his face if he was surprised by what just transpired, he was damn good at hiding it.

"How about some Tea?" Dumbledore offered the young student; Harry took a deep breath to calm himself before accepting it; the tea could always calm him down.

After pouring some hot tea, Harry took a small sip from the small cup, feeling the liquid on his lips already made him feel better.

"Tell me, Harry, what do you think about your house? Are you comfortable there?" He questioned with another grandfatherly smile that Harry didn't like at all.

"Is a Good house; the twins can be a little annoying sometimes, but that's part of who they are and is funny sometimes. I don't really have any problems with anyone in my house," Harry said with a shrug, taking another sip, liking the taste; Dumbledore smiled slightly, happy to hear that from him before he asked something else a bit more seriously.

"What do you know about the Philosopher's Stone?" Dumbledore asked calmly; the young wizard cooked an eyebrow.

"What's that? Never heard of it before!" Harry questioned with a shrug, his tone indifferent; this caused Dumbledore to look at him directly in the eyes.

Almost instantly, Harry felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, "AAAAHHHH," he screamed in pain, standing up abruptly from the chair, causing it to fall down; his head was splitting open before Harry forced away whatever was in his head with all his might, letting out a growl like an animal at the end. The Headmaster was suddenly pushed against his chair with a look of shock, but it quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared.

"Harry, I'm-" "SHUT UP," Harry shouted, causing every book and magical tool in the room to come crashing down, causing a loud noise, the wood around the room started creaking from the sudden pressure in the atmosphere itself.

Headmaster eyed Harry warily, both of his eyes now red, a shade of red that was terrifying, but he wasn't a Headmaster for naught; he didn't allow himself to be intimidated.

"Harry, Calm Down, I was-" his words fell on deaf ears; the young student's hands now were holding his crimson fire that was increasing the temperature eminently, his eyes glaring at Dumbledore with such coldness that reminded him of a few people that he didn't want to remember right now.

"Don't poke in my Head ever again," he spoke, his voice much different, Harry's normal voice but a demonic voice as well, that sounded like a monster.

Harry spoke nothing else; the flames on his hands started growing in size, almost bigger than his palm; just as Dumbledore was thinking of doing something to calm him down forcefully, his loyal Phoenix let out a loud cry before flying at Harry's shoulder, a tear from his eye made contact with Harry's face, causing his eyes to turn back to normal.

His heavy breathing turned back to normal, the flames vanquished, disappearing like they were never there; his hands looked normal, with no sign of burns anywhere on his skin.

Harry looked down; now feeling completely calm, he lifted his head up to look at the Headmaster. "Don't do that again," he warned before leaving the room without saying another word.

Dumbledore was left alone, actually shocked, before doing a quick spell for everything that was broken to fix itself. What was that? Dumbledore questioned himself with a frown, knowing that perhaps he shouldn't have tried to look into his mind.

I will need to wait for a While; perhaps just spectating is better, for now, he thought as the books returned back to their place.

Harry Potter - Night

After leaving the Headmaster's office, the rest of the day had been uneventful, his friends had quickly asked why he was angry, but he had been silent the rest of the day, but Harry didn't care about that; he wanted to know what happened to him.

It didn't take long for him to dream of that place again, but this time it wasn't Salazar Slytherin who shoved up. It was a figure with a hood that covered his entire face, a grey mist surrounding him, his bare hands looked as white as milk, on his right hand a strange purple wand, the tip looked like a Trident.

"Who are you?"

"Good to meet you, Harry Potter. I am Linfred of Stinchcombe, or Linfred The First Potter,"