Alone in The Wizarding World Chapter 7 (A New Power)

The whole class stood silent hearing Harry says that he used Magic without a Wand; even Hermione, who was nearest to him, still couldn't believe her ears; from everything she knew and had read so far about the Wizarding World, this should be nearly impossible.

I need to study even more, she thought with a gleaming look in her eyes. The others weren't doing much better than her; it wasn't every day that someone said they could use Magic without a wand, and that person was still in the first year at that.

The professor seemed to be the first coming out of his shock; adjusting his glasses, he grabbed the small piece of rock mister Potter had used his spell on, touching the surface; it felt like touching a soft pillow; he had no doubts that his student had been able to achieve the such feat without a wand.

Putting the rock back in its place, he turned to the rest of the class with a proud look on his face; despite being someone not of his House, he still was happy to hear from such a talented student.

"Everyone, Mister Potter has been able to achieve something not many wizards can say they were able to, Wandless Magic," he announced in front of the whole class.

Gasps, murmurs, and whispers were thrown around; almost every eye was focused on Harry, who now was slightly regretting it; he didn't like that everyone's eyes were glued on him. He had already had to deal with being the boy who lived, and now the rumors would spread that he could Wandless Magic.

"For being the first student to complete the spell today and doing it without a Wand, Fifty points to Gryffindor," the professor announced to cheers from the Students of Gryffindor; even Ravenclaw were applauding for Harry, despite not being from their House.

The rest of the class didn't go as smoothly as before; no one in the class cared anymore to do the spells asked by the professor but instead asked Harry how he could do it. The many questions asked today were really starting to annoy him, not to mention it was still 10 am; he figured after a few hours, the whole school would know about it.

Harry was leaning against the wall, really tired of all the attention; thank the gods, Hermione wasn't asking him questions yet, probably because she likes to wait when they are in a more private place, not with so many eyes on them.

"Professor," Harry suddenly called out, standing up from his seat. "Can I leave the class since I have completed the assignment?" He questioned the professor with a pleading look for him to say yes; the professor smiled at him before nodding too quickly as if he himself wanted the same.

"Of course, Mister Potter, but come by my office after the class. I would like to talk with you about something," the professor said, a little excited.

Harry nodded before grabbing his thing; he leaned close to Hermione before whispering to her. "To the library."

The brushy-haired girl nodded in agreement as the Potter walked away, getting brief glances from several students on his way out. After hearing the door click shut, the professor turned his attention to the rest of the class.

"The rest of you continue with your lesson," he said to groans of complaints.

Harry Potter

He changed the page of the notebook he was reading in the library full of new notes and new spells; what he was reading wasn't exactly from the Library of Hogwarts; he didn't know what it was, but the old wizard told him he was reading about Blood Magic, last night he had another visit from the old wizard in his dreams, telling him that he needed to learn Blood Magic or as the book called it, Morngius Magicea.

It was a forgotten way of using Magic; even Salazar told him that he had seen only one person use Blood Magic. And that was when Hogwarts wasn't even built yet; the young Wizard still wasn't sure why he needed to learn this type of Magic, but according to the old Wizard was one of the most potent forms of Magic in the world.

"Why, I can still learn just to simply use Spells?" Harry questioned the Old Wizard; he wasn't irritated but just wanted to know if there was anything beneficial from this.

"That's true young Wizard but using Blood Magic is something that can help you for the upcoming war, and your blood makes it possible for you; after all, not everyone has your blood," he said thoughtfully with a finger on his chin.

"My blood? Professor Dumbledore didn't mention anything about it," Harry said, puzzled; he was sure the Headmaster of Hogwarts would tell him about it unless the old master himself didn't know about it.

The old wizard grimaced a look of disgust on his face. "You will learn soon enough not to trust everyone, especially someone like Dumbledore; from what I know, someone who trusts everyone is as big of a fool as someone who trusts no one," he spoke with a dark tone that sent shivers in his spine.

"Even If I wanted to learn more about Blood Magic, I don't think Hogwarts Library has any book about Blood Magic just lying around," he said; he doubted even the seventh-year student learned anything about it.

"Don't worry about it, Young Wizard,"

Harry had woken up; his notebook that was empty last night was now fully written, with notes, names, spells, how it works, and everything he needed to know about Blood Magic.

Harry had wasted no time starting reading about the Topic; he would lie if he said that his interest in Magic overall hadn't tripled since that day in front of the Mirror of Erised.

The wizard boy had been wondering if he should have asked why Salazar Slytherin seemed to not like Dumbledore for whatever reason; that made no sense to Harry; the old Wizard had no way of knowing who Dumbledore was, so why was he acting as if knew the Old Professor personally.

Harry wondered if he should talk with anyone about his strange dreams, powers, and new abilities; in the end, he decided not to do it; the fewer people that knew it, the better. Usually, Harry would have trusted them, but he was starting to have second thoughts when it came to Headmaster Dumbledore.

Why did they allow me to live with the Dursley? If I'm as unique as they say I'm, The Boy Who Lived and all that bullshit, why did Professor Dumbledore never try to help me before? It shouldn't have been that hard. Did no magical family want to adopt me? he thought with a frown on his face.

He understood things weren't as simple as he thought they were, maybe the old Professor did indeed have a good reason, but for now, he wanted to learn as much as possible, to become better at Magic, whenever Voldemort returns or not, the only way for me to defend myself is to have my own destiny in my hands, I need to have the power to do that, he thought with resolve, he didn't want people to look down on him any longer.

Harry didn't know if he would spend another year with his supposed relatives, but if he did, he would make sure they would think twice before yelling at him or starving him, with that thought out of the way. Harry turned his attention fully to the notes left in his notebook.

"Blood Magic can be used only with the sacrifice of blood; the more powerful the blood, the more dangerous spells, incantations, different forms of pyromancy, even Necromancy," Harry kept on reading about this form of Magic, from what he understood, he needed to use the Magic inside his own blood to use Blood Magic, something that is extremely rare amongst the wizards and witches, and even those that can have the proper type of blood, would need intense training in order to use it properly.

Harry read that first; he needed to fully connect his blood with Magic, which was a ritual that was called The Ritual of Bloodline; without it, he wouldn't be able to use the more powerful spells. He figured he could ask The Old Wizard how to utilize it fully; changing the page; he found something that was a bit fascinating; leaning a bit closer, he read through the lines numerous times.

Interesting, but to do this, I need a place to be alone, he thought, instinctively he looked around, no one was really paying attention to him, the majority of them were quietly reading books, the Potter quickly noticed most of them were from Ravenclaw, a few from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and some Slytherins.

Closing his books, he put them under his arm, carrying them outside. Soon he left the library in search of an old abandoned class; thankfully, Hogwarts was a big old castle; it must have gone through many rebuilds; many rooms that were used back then for teaching and learning now were abandoned, full of dust, it didn't take long for Harry to find an empty classroom.

Walking inside, he double-checked, in case someone was following him, closing the door, he briefly noticed a tree outside the window, he turned around walking up to the desk he laid the books too, grabbing the notebook, he opened the page he needed, holding his wand, he pointed it at the top of his index finger. For a moment, he hesitated but decided to do it.

"Sanguinis Genus," he whispered; the tip of his wand started glowing an ominous red light before the very same light flew, hitting the end of his finger.

For a second, nothing happened, before Harry felt his body heating up, his throat suddenly went dry, dryer than he ever felt before, his vision got fuzzy, trying to walk around he stumbled back falling on the ground, knocking down a chair in the process, Harry paid it no mind, his fingertip was pulsating red, slowly red lines started forming from the tip of his finger to his palm, arm and into the rest of his body, the lines looked like blood veins as if every blood vein in his body was suddenly visible from the outside.

Harry felt the heat getting unbearable; his vision was so fuzzy that he could hardly make sense of what he was seeing right now, yet, he didn't feel afraid; despite what was Happening, Harry Potter didn't feel afraid as if he somehow knew what was happening wasn't anything bad.

"Do not be afraid, Wizard Child, your Blood sings with Magic," A voice spoke in his head, and it wasn't a voice he had ever heard before.

His heartbeat got so loud in his ears that he just couldn't ignore it anymore; it felt like a bell constantly ringing in his ears; his whole chest felt that it would burst out at any moment, and it went on for an entire minute.

Slowly but surely, he felt his vision slowly going back to normal, the heat disappearing, and so did the red lines around his body; lifting his hand, he grabbed the first object he could to help himself stand up, and it turned to be the edge of a desk, breathing heavily, Harry only now noticed that his face and the upper shirt was full of sweat, the shirt sticking on his chest, wiping away the sweat with the sleeve of his school uniform, Harry no longer felt his throat dry, fully returning back to normal, he looked around, everything looked normal. He felt as normal as before; looking at his hand, it looked normal, without the strange red lines.

Only now, he noticed that his wand was lying on the floor, crouching down to grab it; he noticed the tip of the wand had turned crimson; it was barely noticeable unless someone was directly looking at it from up close; he shrugged it off, walking up to the desk where he left his books and notes, he extended his hand to grab his notebook when the said notebook flew on his hand, his hand instinctively holding it without thinking.

What?!! He thought, completely shocked; he turned the book around, wondering if there was anything he was missing; the books looked the exact same; looking at his hand closely, it looked normal to him; even the tip of his index finger looked just as the same.

Narrowing his eyes, he walked up to the door, he whispered, "Colloportus," the door locked itself, he quickly looked at his hand now, but nothing changed yet again despite using Magic.

Swallowing a breath, he opened his notebook where the notes were, searching from page to page; he finally found something that might help him; perhaps an actual Blood Magic will do the trick, he thought; reading it, he understood it sounded quite an easy spell.

At first, he wondered if he should try without a Wand, but he knew he wasn't that good at using Wandless Magic, yet, grabbing the wand, he read the spell yet again before pointing his wand at a crow standing on a root of a tree outside.

"Sanguinem," he said the spell; his wand started glowing crimson red before shooting a red light towards the crow, hitting the crow who didn't react; Harry noticed a strange symbol forming just a few centimeters away from the tip of his wand when he used the spell. The symbol looked like a trident covered in crimson colors before it disappeared just as quickly appeared. Harry wondered if the symbol showed itself because he used Blood Magic.

Harry turned his attention to the bird, looking at the crow, who left out a loud whistle, his eyes now red like blood, Fly Away, Harry thought; the moment he thought of that, the crow flew away with a much greater speed than any Crow should be able to; seeing it fly far away brought A smile on his face without him noticing, it seemed he was able to do his first Blood Magic.

I wonder just what else I can do, he thought with mild curiosity.