Abilities

<Ophis >

I woke up as soon as the sunlight struck my face. It was a morning I was used to.

In half an hour, I was already freshened up.

I still had half an hour left.

My thoughts lingered back to the events of yesterday.

"Is this magic?" I asked no one in particular.

Sophie, Sophie could probably help me. She had lived in the wizarding world for twice as long as me.

I looked over to my right, where she was sleeping. Mrs. Cole had decided to make us share a room because we were both eight.

She was sleeping peacefully.

I shouldn't wake her up.

A small grin appeared on my face. I was one step closer to revenge.

Anyway, I have some time on my hands; I should test this out.

I went to the only table in the room. The flame was there.

I wonder what happens when I hit it?

Lifting my hand up, I struck the table.

Bam!

I pulled my hand back in recoil.

"Aghh!" A groan escaped my mouth.

Instead of going inside the table like it did with the bunk bed, my hand hit the table hard.

I grabbed my hand in slight pain.

"What the heck are you doing?" I heard a tired groan.

"Uhh, nothing, just slipped." I made an excuse.

"You slipped and punched the table?" She asked, not believing a word.

"Hey, how did you know I punched it?"

I realized that she had been asleep; there was no way for her to see the punch.

"I was awake..." She too made up an excuse.

"I'll tell you why I punched the table if you tell me how you knew I punched it." I negotiated.

"What? No!" She exclaimed.

"No need to be so defensive; what's the worst it could be?" I asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing for you to know about." she replied coolly.

"Whatever, keep your secrets and I'll keep mine." I said, annoyed.

Here I thought I would be able to get some answers.

"Fine... I'll tell, but only if you make a promise to never tell a single person." she said slowly.

"Ah, sure, I promise." I replied.

"It's called mana sense; I can sense the magic exerted and inserted by people." she explained.

"That doesn't explain how you knew I punched the table."

"Let me explain, will you?" She said in frustration.

I nodded.

"Every witch or wizard subconsciously exerts and inserts magic in themselves through our magic muscles and glands." she continued.

"What's a magic muscle or a magic gland?" I asked in confusion.

"One more word and I'll stop explaining!" She yelled.

I gulped.

"Magic glands and magic muscles are basically impossible to see, but they are present in our bodies. It's what differentiates us from Muggles. Our muscles allow us to use the magic we breathe in from our environment. Our glands allow us to produce a substance that allows us to easily excrete the remaining magic from our body. I was born magically sensitive; that's why my mind can pick up on mana even when I'm sleeping." she gave a long explanation.

"Don't bother asking any more questions; that's all I know as well. Now tell me why you were hitting the table." she cut me off before I could make a noise.

"Uh, okay. So when I was around five, maybe six, I started to see this black flame inside of my body. It was around two years before you came. I really didn't think much of it until yesterday." I spoke.

"Yesterday when you told me I had magic, I felt a sharp pain in my head, you know when I held my head. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the black flame in your body as well." I continued.

"Well, that explains why you were staring at me weirdly." she muttered to herself.

"Anyway, at nighttime, I was feeling tired when I saw the upper bunk also had a flame.

When I tried to touch it, my hand went straight through it. I accidentally pressed the flame, and the bunk shrank. When I expanded the flame, the bunk bed grew back to its size." I finally finished explaining.

"So you were trying to experiment this morning." she concluded.

"Yeah, basically." I answered.

Sigh!

She sighed.

"I guess neither of us is so normal, even by wizarding standards." she said with a small smile.

"I guess not."

<>

It had been a few months since the two children had shared their abilities with each other, and although both of them had secrets of their own, a friendship was starting to grow between them.

During the few weeks, Ophis had discovered that he could manipulate the flames in many ways. Aside from the normal changing of shape and size, he could also change their structure completely.

<>

Sophia and Ophis were sitting at the park, Sophia was being pestered by small children to play.

"Sophie, swing, please." a young girl pulled her leg.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." Sophia said as she got up and helped the small girl play on the swing.

Ophis, on the other hand, was working on his "Transfiguration ability," as Sophia had called it. He put his hand into the rock. Luckily, due to a few experiments, he had discovered that when he was manipulating something, no one could see his hand going inside the object. To them, he was simply doing what he had originally been doing before trying to transfigure it.

"I know, Mrs. Taylor, the financial situation is extremely bad right now; the children might not have supplies for their school." he overheard Mrs. Cole speak to another woman in the park.

"Same goes for me Mrs Cole. Sometimes I just wish life would throw gold at me." Mrs. Taylor sighed.

'Gold.' Ophis thought while touching the flame.

To his shock, the usually black-colored flame was turning into a golden one. However, he also felt extreme pain and tiredness in his body. When he took his hand out of the stone, to his shock and excitement, the stone had turned into a golden color.

"Where'd you get that from?" Ophis turned around and saw Sophia.

"I turned it into gold; it was a stone before I did it." he answered, tired.

"Woah! You can change material into gold; we can be millionaires, Ophis." Sophia said with a smile and grabbed the gold.

"Ophis." she turned her head to look at him.

"Uhhh, are you alright?" She asked, seeing his exhausted face.

"Just tired."

"I guess there are limits to your ability." she said with a sigh.

At least the financial problem they were facing would end.

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Over the months, Ophis also tried to experiment on himself, although he did so in secret.

He had discovered that he couldn't change much in his own body, except maybe his hair size. That was the limit.

Perhaps one day would come when he would be strong enough to transfigure anything.

The two of them were sitting in class, paying little to no attention to the teacher.

They were both smart, extremely smart, to the point that they had been shifted to learn with the twelve-year-olds.

It also had to do with the fact that there were only two eight-year-olds and around five eleven to twelve-year-olds.

"Mr. Ophis! What is the answer to the equation?" Mrs. Cole suddenly asked.

Ophis immediately brought his attention to the chalkboard.

It was a simple equation concerning the DMAS rule.

"14, Ma'am." he answered in a second.

"Correct, however, I do not want to see you dozing off again." she scolded.

"Yes, Ma'am."

After that, the classes went quietly. They learned Math, Science, English, and History.

They had around an hour of free time now, so the two of them were in their room talking.

"Hey, you still haven't told me why you got banished?" Sophia asked.

"I've already told you, it doesn't matter." he said annoyed.

Ophis had a small pen in his hand. He was trying to manipulate this pen into becoming a pencil.

His intent was there, yet it felt too draining on him.

"Whatever you say." she sighed.

He was about to give up but felt his determination rise.

'I can't give up, not yet. I will become stronger. Strong enough to change anything into whatever I want. I'll turn air into water and drown those bastards.' Ophis grunted while thinking of the Malfoys.

He felt a pain in his head, something he had found out was due to using this ability.

"Hey, you should stop now." Sophia said in worry as she saw the bright red liquid come out of her new-made friend's nose.

Ophis too had felt blood coming out of his nose; however, he couldn't stop.

'Strength is Might. I must get stronger.' he repeated the thoughts in his mind.

Within a second, the pen that he was holding turned into a pencil.

"The more I see it, the less I think it's Transfiguration and is something else." Sophia said in awe.

Ophis took his hand off the pencil and rubbed the blood off his nose.

'Not enough.' he thought.

"Anyway, we should try to do wandless magic. Since even if it's weaker, it's still something." Sophia said, making the pencil in Ophis's hand float.

Over the months, Sophia had told Ophis about wandless magic.

She had heard it from her father. It was weaker than magic without a focus such as a wand.

However, the more Ophis saw Sophia do wandless magic, the less he believed it.

She could do wandless magic with extreme ease. Maybe it was because she could sense magic all around her that allowed it to be so easy.

It took her over a week to learn how to make things float, while Ophis was stuck not being able to make things until a few weeks ago.

Both of them were quite the opposite. One could wield magic like no other, another was able to change things how he wished.

One was open and friendly, while the other tried to stay shut and strive towards his goal. Even with such differences, the two of them had grown a great bond over the months.

Two women were sitting at a table; they had masks covering their faces and were wearing large black robes.

"How long till you have control over Britain?" One of the women asked in a Middle Eastern accent.

"It could take me six years, Petra." the other woman said in a British accent.

The Middle Eastern woman took a sip of her tea.

"Do it quickly, I have been waiting for such a day to arrive for who knows how long." Petra said.

"Of course I will, I just need to get rid of that Potter boy and Dumbledore." the woman replied.

"Make sure you get it done, or I'll make sure you face the consequences... Cissa."

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