7 Chapter 6 : Enter! Wandless waiting
June 6. 1984
Antares POV
I am very disappointed yet delighted at the same time. It was early morning and I was about to go hunting information on wandless magic and occlumency, but before I could do anything mom decided that I should start my proper etiquette lessons today.
So here am I making fool of myself in front of mom while learning how to tell people 'fuck you' directly to the face without wording it like that. It's a nice to know how to insult people without them knowing that you are insulting them.
I'm also learning more about table manners. I still don't get why I need to use over like twenty different forks but we're getting there. Each of them is for a different thing and I wonder what will you do when you have on a plate something you don't have a specific fork for.
It's late evening and I just realized that even if I didn't make it to the library today I can practice meditation. It could prove useful. Either with occlumency or wandless magic. And even if it doesn't it'll be useful in the long run.
The next day was fruitfull but disappointing again. Yes, I did make it to the library. Yes, I did research on wandless magic, I even did research on accidental magic! But was very, very disappointed in the end.
Potterverse was wrong on the magical cores, they still exist but have a twist to them. You are born with a magical core, yes that's true, but what they didn't mention, or is unique to this potterverse, is that they will 'properly' form on your seventh birthday, not before. And therefore children will start having bouts of accidental magic after they seventh birthday, not before only after.
So here am I sitting with the book opened down in front of me contemplating what now.
'Well, there's still occlumency'.
All books on occlumency I found, there were only five of them or I just couldn't find more, can be summarize in three words. Meditation then imagination.
First, you clear your mind ( meditation ), then you create your mental shield and other defences ( imagination ). Easy.
I also looked for a books on runes and arithmancy.
What I found about runes was :
1. There are many known runic languages
2. Hogwarts will teach you 3 of them
3. There is no information on if you can or how to combine them together
There was of course more but to me those are the three most important things I found.
I am pretty sure you can combine them together but wizards either didn't try it or died trying, therefore before I begin any combining I will have some safety precautions, just in case.
I don't understand arithmancy, at all. It's math, yes. But there are always additional numbers that doesn't add. I hate how I know nothing about it.
At the end of the day I was certain about what was I going to do until my seventh birthday. I will work on my ethics, study runic languages, meditate and find information on how magic effects human body.
January 18. 1986
I'm now six years old and I noticed something strange. The closer it's to my seventh birthday the stranger are my parents looking at me. Like I'm some puzzle they can't solve. Sometimes there is a bit of pity mixed with sadness and resignation in their gaze. It was weird when I saw mom look at me like this. So you probably can imagine my surprise when also Lucius looked at me like that.
What was even stranger is that I woke up after New Year's Eve with one permanent white strand in my hair. I asked what was happening but mom refused to answer and just kept looking at me with growing sadness. I don't know what is happening and I'm scared.
February 20. 1986
The looks they were giving me didn't stop, if something they intensified after I told them that I started having minor pains in my chest. I asked for an explanation but was again turned down.
I started to meditate more, I have a nagging feeling that it will help in future.
March 14. 1986
I have been feeling a lot more pain lately. What started as a fingers stuck in closed doors is now a hand stuck in boiling water. Meditation helps tremendously.
The nagging feeling is not a feeling anymore. Now it's full time ringing in my ears. Completely abandoning my study I meditate as much as I can.
Once again I have asked for an explanation or at least something that could clarify what exactly is happening, you can probably guess the answer I was given, or lack thereof.
March 26. 1986
It's just few days left until my seventh birthday, now being dubbed as Day D, and my health has not improved. Instead I've gotten chills.
Better yet, magical chills. It's worse than normal, I guess it's Muggle now, chills. I have to take potions regularly or my sweet will freeze on me. I despise that potion, it's as hot as a lava and smells like melted tire.
March 31. 1986
Tomorrow is Day D and I'm more, even if I thought it's not possible, miserable. I am pretty sure that I started having hallucinations. If not, than I would like to have someone kindly explain to me why is the white strand in my hair shining. The shining reminds me of a falling star with a silver tail that slowly drifts in the clear night sky. Once it has caught your attention you must look at it until it disappears and even then you will look after it with a longing look and a wish so you can see it for one more time.
But even this beautiful moment must be interrupted by pain. A pain I haven't experienced before. It feels like something inside me is splitting.
'I wonder If this is how Voldemort felt when he divided his so-' before I could finish my march of thoughts a silent scream escaped from my mouth.
Before my eyes closed and I fell unconscious, I saw a glimpse of myself in mirror. The white strand was no longer looking like a silver falling star. Now it looked like a furiously burning golden sun.
