The Meeting With Dumbledore

(Seras POV)

The meeting with Dumbledore was a significant event for me. The Headmaster himself had invited me to Hogwarts, and now I stood before him in his office, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. The office was a grand and cluttered space, filled with countless magical artifacts, books, and portraits of previous headmasters who occasionally stirred and peered down at me with curiosity.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his blue eyes twinkling as he observed me. "Welcome, Miss Malfoy," he said kindly. "I've been looking forward to our meeting."

"Thank you, Professor," I replied, trying to maintain my composure.

"I understand you have some intriguing ideas you wish to discuss," Dumbledore prompted, leaning forward slightly in his chair.

"Yes, Professor," I began. "I've been thinking a lot about magic and how it develops in children. Based on my own observations and studies, I believe that any child under the age of 11 could potentially develop magical abilities if they are exposed to a sufficiently high amount of magic in their environment."

Dumbledore's eyebrows rose in interest. "That is quite a fascinating hypothesis. What led you to this conclusion?"

"I've noticed that the children of magical families often display signs of magic early on because they are constantly surrounded by magical energy, with half-blood children displaying a little later and Muggle-borns quite a bit after that. I don't fully subscribe to the idea of absolute pureblooded supremacy. If it were true, there would be a noticeable gap between half-blood children who were raised in the wizarding world and pureblooded children when they reach Hogwarts. This could be a case of nature versus nurture. The only real difference is that pureblooded children have a lower threshold at which they awaken, allowing for more time for growth in their younger years, which leads to more magical power when they start school. This got me thinking: what if the key to developing magic isn't just about lineage but also about exposure to ambient magic? If we could increase the magical energy in an area, perhaps we could awaken magical abilities in children who would otherwise remain non-magical."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. "Your theory aligns with some ancient beliefs that magic is, in part, environmental. Have you considered how we might test this hypothesis?"

"Yes," I replied eagerly. "I was hoping we could conduct a study. We could monitor the magical blood of non-magical children to see if exposure to high levels of magic could awaken dormant magical abilities in the blood and cell cultures themselves. This would involve tracking changes in their magical signatures over time and comparing them to those of children from magical families."

I decided to share some very precarious information with the man as I had a guess he was already able to tell. This would hopefully make Dumbledore believe that I was working towards the same thing he was. "With my magical eyes, I would be able to see this awakening of magic in the blood and cells without detector systems picking up the ambient magic in the air. We can, of course, not mention the fact I can see magic outside of this room as it could bring great harm onto me in the future."

"That is a very ambitious project, Miss Malfoy," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling even more. "It would require careful planning and ethical considerations, but I believe it is worth exploring. Increasing our understanding of magical development could have profound implications."

"Exactly," I said, encouraged by his support. "And it's not just about awakening magic in non-magical children. I've also noticed in my readings that wizards and witches become stronger when the magic in the area is higher. I can feel the change in the amount of magical energy I pick up when I use all my magic here than when at the Malfoy estate, and both of those are on powerful ley lines. If the mana that simply surrounded the world increased by 1% each year, the magical abilities of the entire world would grow."

Dumbledore nodded again. "Yes, that has been observed. Areas with high magical density often produce more powerful magical effects. How do you propose we utilize this knowledge?"

"I was thinking we could create a machine that can generate and sustain a high level of ambient magic within Britain," I explained. "Space has a near infinite amount of mana out there. Most large-scale rituals require a connection that takes in small amounts of mana from faraway stars. If we were to use the Muggle understanding of how space is infinitely expanding, we could pull magic infinitely. With that, we release this extra mana into the area around the magical generator. If we place it in the right place, we could cover the whole of the UK in dense mana, that would eventually boost the mana of the whole planet."

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, he was clearly going through his plans in his mind. "Your ideas are innovative and potentially revolutionary, Seras. Such a machine could indeed help spread the gift of magic and strengthen our community. Have you given thought to the design of this machine?"

"I have some preliminary sketches," I admitted, pulling out a notebook from my bag. "It would involve a series of runes and magical circuits designed to amplify and distribute magical energy. The challenge will be in sustaining the energy without causing any harmful side effects. I do not know much about rituals, so I wished to converse with the greatest wizard of the age about it."

Dumbledore took the notebook and studied the sketches carefully. "This is quite advanced work for someone of any age, much less someone who hasn't reached two and a half. I believe you are on the right track. However, we must proceed with caution. The ethical implications and potential risks must be carefully managed."

"I understand, Professor," I said. "I want to ensure that any studies or devices we create are safe and beneficial for everyone involved. If we are to try and change the world, let's make sure it is in a way for the better."

Dumbledore smiled warmly. "I appreciate your foresight and responsibility. I will support you in this endeavor and provide any resources or guidance you may need. Let us work together to explore this exciting possibility and see where it leads us."

"Thank you, Professor," I replied, feeling a surge of excitement and determination. With Dumbledore's support, I was confident that we could make groundbreaking advancements in the understanding and development of magic. The future of the wizarding world could indeed become brighter with these innovations.

After our conversation, we spoke about much more mundane matters. We had a lengthy conversation on how magical spells became the way they are, fraud that had been prevalent in the runic arts in the past. Interesting tidbits and pipeline ideas about magical artifacts and an incredibly intense discussion about which candy was the best. I believe that the professor and I share a vision to improve the magical world and I truly hope that one day we can call each other allies.

The day ended with Snape coming to pick me up from Dumbledore's office, he came with stacks of paper that I had to have graded by our next class, which just so happened to be tomorrow. I would never forget his notebook again.

(Third Person POV)

Albus Dumbledore sat quietly in his office, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the room. Fawkes, his loyal phoenix, perched serenely on his stand, watching his master with an unblinking, golden gaze. Dumbledore's mind was a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions, stirred by his recent meeting with young Seras Malfoy.

Seras Malfoy. The name alone carried weight and history, yet the girl herself was a beacon of potential and hope. Her intellect, curiosity, and vision were beyond her years, and her proposal—bold and revolutionary—had left a profound impression on him. She spoke with the conviction and clarity of someone much older, much wiser. Her belief that any child under the age of eleven could develop magical abilities if exposed to enough magic was a radical thought, one that challenged the very foundations of their understanding.

As Seras elaborated on her ideas, Dumbledore felt a familiar thrill of excitement. The concept of increasing ambient magic to awaken latent magical abilities was unprecedented. She spoke of creating a machine to achieve this, a device that could amplify and distribute magical energy globally, potentially enlarging the wizarding community and spreading the gift of magic far and wide. It was an idea fraught with potential and peril, innovation and danger.

Albus leaned back in his chair, gazing at the intricate patterns of the ceiling. His thoughts drifted to another time, another visionary with dreams of a transformed world. Gellert Grindelwald. He had been brilliant, charismatic, and driven by a vision of a new world order where wizards reigned supreme. Their youthful ambitions had led to dreams of revolution, but it had taken him years—and great personal loss—to understand the depth of Grindelwald's ambition and the darkness it harbored.

Was Seras another Grindelwald in the making? The thought chilled him. There had been parts of the presentation that seemed almost staged, letting him know about the eyes was a powerplay he hadn't been prepared for. She seemed genuine but so was his old friend. Severus had also told him previously about her work with the so-called "gravity rune," yet she seemed to not want to mention the topic. From his description, it was an incredibly powerful discovery that he hoped she would share with him, but every wizard was entitled to be a bit secretive about what they were currently working on.

Hope and caution warred within him. Hope that Seras' vision could herald a new era of magical enlightenment and inclusivity, breaking down the barriers between magical and non-magical people. Hope that this young girl, with her extraordinary mind, could achieve what centuries of wizards had not. But caution, too, because of the lessons learned from his past, the dangers of unbridled ambition, and the perils of power unchecked.

He reached for a piece of parchment, intending to write down his thoughts, to perhaps formulate a plan of guidance and mentorship for Seras. She would need a guiding hand, someone to help her navigate the ethical and practical complexities of her vision. He would need to ensure that her path remained one of benevolence and wisdom and not fall into the traps of arrogance and hubris.

As he dipped his quill into the ink, he glanced at a photograph on his desk. It was of him and Grindelwald, taken in happier, more innocent times. A reminder of dreams once shared and the paths they had chosen. Albus felt a deep resolve. He would support Seras, but he would also watch over her, guiding her away from the shadows that had claimed his old friend. If she ever became a dark lord, he would make sure she understood why the other two feared going up against him.

The future was uncertain, but it was also filled with unprecedented promise. For the first time in many years, Dumbledore felt a genuine sense of excitement for what lay ahead, too many of the geniuses of the previous generation had lost their lives in the last world. And perhaps, just perhaps, Seras Malfoy could be the beacon of change that their world so desperately needed.