Chapter 6 : A Natural
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Albus returned to the burrow after seeing that Fudge has indeed left. He entered to find Molly cooking breakfast and Hermione opening books before Harry and explaining the basics of Hogwarts. He smiled and sat in visual of them in the kitchen, observing closely.
“Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was created thousands of years ago by four of the greatest wizards and witches.” She began pulling the Hogwarts: A History onto her lap and allowing Harry to look through it. “They were Helga Hufflepuff, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin.”
“He hates Muggle-borns, much like his heir.” Harry muttered. Hermione nodded slightly.
“Anyway, they each have a house after them. Gryffindor, where the Weasley’s and I are housed, is for the brave and courageous. Ravenclaw is for the smart and clever.
Hufflepuff is for the loyal. Slytherin is for the ambitious. Are you with me, so far?”
Harry nodded before flicking over the page.
“Ah, each house has a Quidditch team.”
“Quidditch? What is that?” Harry asked looking at her questioningly.
“You don’t know what Quidditch is?” Ron said entering. He looked like someone suggested that he should marry Pansy Parkinson. “It is the best sport of magic. It is played on brooms… we can show you, if you want later?”
Harry nodded, before looking at the page again. He turned another page and another. Ron moved passed and entered the kitchen. Albus smiled at him in reply to his greeting.
“So, sir, do you think that he will be, well, normal?” Ron asked sitting beside him and accepting his breakfast.
“Define normal, Ron.” Albus asked looking at the young man who just offered to teach a weapon, Quidditch. “He is getting there. I hope he is anyway. He is human; no one can be emotionless; we just have to reduce his barriers. That can take a while.”
“What are you doing?” Hermione screeched from the sitting room. Everyone rushed in, holding wands. Harry was holding Hermione’s copy of Hogwarts: A History on his lap and he was bringing a knife down the seam. Hermione looked as if someone was personally hacking at her.
“Harry, it is rude to cut at someone’s book.” Molly said advancing silently.
Harry just held up the sharp knife and looked at her.
“It is fixable, we are wizards and witches are we not; wave a wand and things will be better. It’ll look good as new.” Harry muttered before slipping a knife along the bottom. He threw the knife at the wall, but it vanished with a puff of grey smoke. He lifted the seam with Hermione looking over his shoulder with a frown. He lifted out a sealed envelope. He waved his hand and the book repaired itself before handing it over to Hermione who clutched it close to her and glared at him. “My apologises, I should have explained.” She just nodded.
He held the envelope at a corner letting it hang down. Albus advanced to take it but Harry held up a hand to stop him. He clicked his fingers and it ignited. The envelope burned away much to everyone’s astonishment at why he would burn it. The ashes fell onto the table, cold and dead, a single piece of parchment fell onto the page untouched.
“It was charmed in more ways than you know. I just saved your skin, sir.” Harry said before lifting the parchment and handing it over to Albus.
“Why, thank you Harry.” Albus smiled softly as Harry waved away the ashes.
“You can do wandless magic?” Ron said before moving forward and sitting on the edge of the table. “Can you teach me how to do that? Merlin, it’ll confuse Malfoy.”
“Draco has little talent. He can manipulate easily. There is nothing magical about him other than the occasional spell.” Harry replied easily as if he knew him personally.
“Have you met him?”
“Lucius. In the family of Malfoy’s the phase like father, like son is very true.”
“You met Lucius Malfoy?”
Silence answered. Harry was frowning. He shook his head.
“Where’s Chaplin?” Harry asked Albus, but with more anger than usual. “What have you done with him?”
“I assure you I have done nothing with him. It is him that has done something to you. He is untrustworthy. He cares little for you. He is only doing what he is told by…”
“Minister Fudge, I know that.” Harry snapped before moving to a corner and sitting down, hugging his knees.
Ron looked at Hermione with raised eyebrows. She just observed Harry before picking up her Defence against the Dark Arts book and slowly moving forward. Everyone watched her casually. She kneeled before him and smiled softly.
“You are honestly not going to spend the entire day, moping, are you?” She asked with a soft voice. Harry just looked at her. “Are you trying to read my mind?”
“I do not try, I do.” Harry muttered in reply.
“So, what did you find, oh great sorcerer?” Hermione said sitting cross-legged and holding the book on her lap.
Everyone saw the faint smile on Harry’s lips and the soft and almost inexistent flicker of laughter in his eyes.
“You love studying.” Harry muttered.
“Everyone knows that.” Ron muttered.
“You do that because when you started to felt like you would be behind otherwise because of your muggle parents.” Harry said in a matter of fact tone. “You want to do right by everyone and like to think things through. You don’t want to disappoint anyone, especially your proud parents. You fear for them because of rumours and hate Divination.”
“True.” Hermione said softly. “What else?”
“That is personal. It is yours to disclosed, not mine.” Harry said before holding a hand out. She looked at it before holding out the defence book.
Albus smiled at Harry before heading back in to eat.
“Sirius and Remus, how wonderful to see you, again.” Albus said softly.
“How is he?” Sirius asked peering over his shoulders and looking at his godson listening to Hermione talk to Harry with Ron’s occasionally entries. They looked comfortable and happy, including Harry.
“At the moment he is doing fantastic.” Albus said as Molly walked by and placed a tray beside the trio. There were three plates of breakfast upon it with three goblets of pumpkin juice. “Ron was a little unnerved that Harry doesn’t know anything about Quidditch, he offered to teach him.”
“He found this is the seam of Hermione’s book.” Albus said moving into the kitchen. Sirius smiled at the three teenagers and sat within viewing distance of them.
“What does it say?” Remus said seriously at seeing Albus look over it curiously. He looked at the two remaining Marauders.
Albus looked at Sirius and Remus and shrugged.
“It is in a language I can’t understand.” Albus said placing it down. Remus picked it up and both men looked upon a parchment of squiggles and symbols.
“It is Parseltongue.” Harry said from behind Albus.
“Can you read it?” Albus asked holding the parchment out to Harry. He took it and looked upon it. With a slight frown he began translating to everyone’s astonishment.
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