Letters and revelations
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It would be appreciated if you could provide more power stones as they are the fuel to the story
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/On the Autumn Equinox, same time as the Wizengamot/
The Owl Post was running late.
Actually, it was not, but Harry was excited to get a letter, he anticipated one so to speak.
During the time he was left alone at the leaky cauldron, for the small time as it may have been, he was, for the first time given free rein to use magic independently.
Harry, due to his muggle-raised origin, could imagine and compare his wand with a gun, both including a projectile which does something for the caster/shooter.
In school, the restrictions on using magic were overbearing.
He had been taught to knock things off, conjure a meter-tall shield, make things fly and who knows what not but he couldn't do exactly that while he was in school, and could do nothing similar to that while at home.
That was like receiving a remote-controlled toy and being told not to dismantle it for parts. Not that Harry had ever had one so to speak.
For just the three days Harry had been at the Leaky Cauldron, he had familiarised himself with all the first-year spells he could not do while at school, because of wasting time in Quidditch, playing chess and saving the word from the Dark Lord. (even if he gave all that credit to Eren)
And to be at a place where he did not have to cook breakfast for Uncle Vernon, do chores for Aunt Petunia, hide from Dudley and his friend playing Harry hunting, have a greasy bat on his neck the minute he leaves his dorm room, or not have to sleep with four other students,
His first experience with Privacy was a dream come true.
Professor Yeager had promised him to teach some spells from beyond his curriculum, and today was the promised day. Just then an Owl came and dropped a letter before Harry.
It was marked with the Slytherin crest, and three others, one of which he now knew was the Potter one.
His conversation with the Professor had been enlightening. He could not believe how the truth had been so simple, how unhiding- if that was a word.
He was shocked and somewhat scared when Professor Yeager called him out and told him to get ready for the unkind future. But it had been always like that, and now he had come to the realization that it would always be like that.
So long he is not independent, so long he has to live with his relatives, so long he has some kind of authoritative figure over him and not the be the authority himself, the future, his future will not be truly his.
The revelation that the headmaster had been the person who left him with the Dursleys, had hurt. No matter the reasons and intentions of the old man, he was the one who suffered and he will hold those who made his life difficult so far accountable for all the different ways he had been exploited by his own relatives.
Professor Yeager, on the other hand, had been an apt guardian. He had promised that he would give Harry the freedom he deserves and needs, but not for free. He asked for his seats at Wizengamot and Harry did not care enough to give a thought to something he could not use now, but could be leased to another for better living conditions and independence.
Harry liked it this way. Instead of not knowing what the other party wanted, to leave him with his torturous relatives, and whatnot, this transaction of him giving his Wizengamot seats' proxy for freedom was the best deal he imagined he had ever got.
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Eren C. Yeager
Harry excitedly broke the seal to see what kind of spell he had been provided to study. Eren had promised him the theory and said the practical would come later, for the spells would need a clear mind image and days of wand motion practice to start.
'Episkey- heals bones among other small wounds'
"Bones?" Harry was perplexed. He had expected some damaging or severing spell, or at least an offensive spell, but was provided with something he could easily do with potions.
He gave another glance at the letter. On it were the instructions, wand moments and notes to study the spell. Harry was disappointed, for the lack of word as his expectations were drowned.
Nonetheless, he had promised to practise anything he would receive, and Harry will do just that in the hope that the next thing he is taught will be more... flashy.
He pocketed the letter, contemplating whether he should show this to Hermione, which only would hasten his learning process by days, but decided to not do so, for he had been told, and he had realised.
This was his war. This had been his war from the day his parents died. He may not mourn for them as he would have done if he had known them, but death had been equal and will be equal.
Death did not care if the dying people were Harry Potter's parents, Death would not care if the dying one was Harry Potter himself.
And Harry would make sure that Death would not care if the dying one was the thief of death himself. (Voldemort = thief/flight of death)
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From the side, Hermione was looking at Harry who had been making a mature face while reading the letter.
From the day he had been back into his new year, Harry had been somewhat serious and at the same time laid back.
She was scared and worried for her friend. Ron might not see it but the change in Harry started at Christmas last year, after the skirmish as Professor Yeager had deemed between Professor Quirrel and them.
She withdrew herself from the table as she saw Harry leaving. Professor Lockhart at the high table had been making an angry-sad face, and it struck her that Professor Yeager would be coming back tomorrow after today's Wizard court session or Wizengamot as they said here.
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[Building up story for the climax. Spoiler alert- the attack titan could make its appearance in later chapters]
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