Chapter 6— Magical Experimentation

~Fun Fact: Dumbledore says that he passed through several parties to get to Little Whinging, even though he apparently got there by Apparition, a direct form of transport, judging from his sudden appearance next to Professor McGonagall. He could have apparated several times to go to many parties – possibly in order to lose anyone who might have been following him. His reason for doing so, however, remains unknown.

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The front door shut behind us as my mother turned back to lock the door. I took off my shoes and went to wash my hands. Once I was finished, I looked at my mother who seemed shell shocked.

"I'm going to my room to do some homework, okay?"

"Alright, dear" she said absentmindedly.

'Damn, I think she's broken..' I remarked, feeling somewhat worried. 'I'll see how she feels later…'

Walking up the stairs, I entered my room and sat down on the floor. A while had passed when I slowly opened my eyes and sighed.

"Fuck, I've failed again..." I muttered irritatedly.

For the past half an hour, I had attempted to recreate some semblance of lightning magic and was failing miserably. There was just something about it that appealed to me. Whether it was the sheer badassery of having ability to command lightning, or something about the way I had died, I didn't know. Gritting my teeth in annoyance, I thought of everything I could do to recreate some kind of lightning. Ironically, as fast as a bolt of lighting, an unpleasant thought came to the forefront of my mind.

'To experience it huh, I already have.' I thought sullenly. 'I just need to recreate it.'

Readjusting my position on the floor, I breathed in deeply trying to feel some semblance of magic within me. I unsurprisingly felt nothing; suppressing the exasperated sigh that threatened to escape from my lips, I cast my mind back to the moment preceding my death. The smell of ozone; the rising of the hairs on my nape, the electrifying sensation through my very being as I was hit by the bolt of lightning and the more unpleasant sizzling aftershock once I collapsed to the floor. Little by little, dark blue sparks of electricity began to leap off of my fingers. I opened my eyes to the sight of my hands emitting tiny midnight blue sparks of electricity that crackled. The room was filled with a scent not too dissimilar from a city after heavy rain. I exhaled, my breath condensing in front of my face as the sparks slowly ceased and the room fell into peaceful silence once more.

Overall the experience was a very fruitful one. Over the years I had repeated the same exercise until I felt that I was ready enough to begin small control exercises. Once again sitting cross-legged on the floor, I put both my hands in front of me; my index fingers directly next to each other. I closed my eyes, summoning forth lightning once more. A soft humming filled the room once more as a majestic arc of dark blue lightning that danced between my fingers. I eventually stopped fuelling it with magic as it slowly fizzled out. I sighed in contentment, getting up from the floor and walking over to my desk, getting out the homework that I had told mum I would do.

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By the time dad had come home, I had finished my homework and we were all sitting around the table talking to each other about how each of our days went.

"How was your day at school little Yan?" Dad asked.

'The Save Harry Plan Part 2, commence!'

"It was nice, I made a new friend" I replied, trying to keep my voice as casual as possible.

"Oh, what's their name?"

"Harry Potter!" I chirped happily.

Dad seemed as if he accidentally bit his tongue upon hearing the name of my new friend.

"What the fu—!" He stopped himself as mum sent him a withering look.

I almost failed to control my expression as I tilted my head to the side cutely, as if I were wondering what dad was going to say.

"L-little Yan, did you say Harry Potter? Are you positively sure his name was Harry Potter and not something similar?" He asked frantically, not even pausing to breathe.

"Yup" I said, popping the 'P'. "His name's Harry Potter, I saw him at the back of class wearing scruffy clothes and broken glasses. He looked sad and lonely so I became his friend. He's really nice."

Mum and dad shared a worried and confused look between each other before dad looked back at me.

"What do you mean scruffy clothes, little Yan?"

"His clothes looked very old and his glasses had tape all over them. And when I asked to sit with him he looked very scared and surprised."

'Damn, I am milking this performance' I thought, narcissistically.

It was obvious what I was implying here as my parents' faces shifted from worry and confusion to shock and horror as the true meaning of my words started to sink in. Although I disliked what I was doing to them right now, I knew that at the very least it was for the greater good; which was ironically a phrase that had been twisted and manipulated by powerful people in this world to lessen the moral strain of their actions. This was both for Harry's benefit, and my own as he would acquire a friend whereas I would be able to make him better able to protect himself against Voldemort. After the initial meaning of my words sunk in, dad's expression hardened as he set his jaw, a frown adorning his face.

'This has to be done.' I thought sadly. 'I hate having to manipulate my parents like this but it's the best way that I can truly give Harry a better childhood and ingratiate him with me.'

Soon after my riveting performance at dinner, my parents asked me if I could be a good boy and go to bed early tonight. I, being the lovely child I was, agreed. Though I could guess what they were talking about in a single try.

I was currently sitting at my desk and drawing a mind map of all the possible changes I could make that wouldn't result in mass cataclysm. I also had a flimsy Wand Lighting Charm alight above my finger. It looked as if it would fizzle out and die at any second. Furthermore, the effort needed on my part to keep it active really didn't seem to be worth it, but I persisted regardless.

"Wh-Whatever this achieves had better be worth it!" I grunted as the spell died, leaving me in pitch-black darkness.

"And that, I think, is where I'll call it a day!" I said tired to no-one in particular as I put my diary away and walked over to my bed. Collapsing in an exhausted heap on my bed as I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the havoc my parents would rain down upon the Walrus and Giraff— I mean Vernon and Petunia Dursley for daring to do what they did to a child.

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*A/N: How are you guys doing today? I'm personally doing fine. Not much to say in this author's note. I'm really just going through the chapters and this is next on the list. How fast or slow I go will depend on my productivity, something I'm trying my best to fix.

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