Chapter 23 : Legacy of Magic

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Harry nodded as he stared at the familiar star now etched on his wand. Here we go, thought Severus simply, sharing a knowing look with Harry and a smile. So many things to do and, for once, all the time in the world to do achieve them. Severus started planning.

It had been close to a week since Harry had first acquired his wand and ever since the days at Spinner's End had fallen into a steady rhythm; wake up, eat breakfast, practice, have lunch, practice, stop for dinner, sleep. A program that would have, perhaps, seemed exceedingly dull to an observer, but Harry was having the time of his life; with every new spell he tried, he could fell his magic stirring inside him, finally getting the training it had been begging for. And while the green eyed wizard was focusing on his studies, a matter of some importance was bothering Severus's thoughts.

He was once again seated on his favorite armchair, watching over Harry as the boy brewed a simple shrinking potion on his own; it was the third time he had tried to brew something alone and Severus was proud to report all previous work they had done while Harry was growing up was showing. All his attempts so far had been successful -not quite perfect yet but better than what many first year students had managed in his class- and Severus felt more proud for his progress than he had for any of his students. Then again, he figured, he didn't love any of his students like they were his own children. And that led him back to his present debate.

Harry would need a place to train his magic in full scale; at the moment, the problem wasn't so obvious because he was still teaching him simple spells such as Lumos -to which he had already shown some aptitude- and Alohamora, so that he could get an idea of how his magic felt before they moved to more advanced spells. But later on, even with the simplest defense spells, they would need space that was simply not offered by his house at Spinner's End. There was always the alternative…

"And once to the left…" Harry was murmuring as he stirred the potion, smiling when it took the soft pink colour it was supposed to. Severus held back his chuckle so he wouldn't cut the boy's concentration short. The green eyed wizard was doing a great job and he had the means to help him evolve further; how could he be selfish enough not to do so?

Because there was a place where he could train Harry in every luxury but… He closed his eyes and sighed. He hadn't visited his mother's family estate since his uncle had died. And back then he had skimmed through the objects now in his possession, had taken only what had seemed to be an empty canvas -and see how that one turned out- before he left a few quick orders to the house elves and fled the estate as fast as possible. He was in a dark place back then and being in his mother's home had stung.

Truth be told, Severus thought as he opened his eyes to peer at Harry and his now green potion, it still stung. The Princes where supposed to be his family and his only connection to the magical world after his mother had died. But instead of caring for him they had acted on their pureblood prejudices and completely shunned him during his childhood. It was the first time in over a decade that he had stepped foot in the Prince estate when his uncle had died ad he had spent the next five years pretending it didn't exist. But now…

"Sev look!" Harry exclaimed as he pointed at the soft green and bubbling potion. "I think it's ready!" He smiled with joy, his black hair even messier because of the fumes and his green eyes sparkling. No point in dwelling in the past, Severus thought as his spirits lifted at Harry's expression of happiness.

"It is ready." Severus confirmed as he stirred the potion gently before gathering it in a vial and labeling it, storing it in the cabinet where he had decided to keep all of Harry's potions. "Well done Harry! You do seem to have gotten the knack of it." The potions master commended making Harry's face shine with the praise.

"You think so?" He asked with wide eyes. His hand absentmindedly rubbed the spot next to his navel, were the top of his emblem was located.

"Yes, I do. All you need is practice, but the talent is already there." He added observing Harry's movements. "Does your emblem hurt Harry?" The potions' master asked worriedly.

"No." Harry answered noticing what he was doing. "It felt warm a few seconds ago, but other than that…"

"Let's take a look at it." Severus offered, trying not to sound as worried as he felt. He would have to find a book on emblems and fast. He hated the idea of walking into this blindly. Harry acquiesced and lifted his shirt slowly.

"What is that? Look!" The green eyed boy exclaimed with excitement. There, on the right side of his mark, stood a small runic symbol inside a circle.

"I see." Severus said with a smirk as he translated the rune.

"What? What is it Sev?"

"Your magic seems to have acknowledged your efforts as much as I did; this symbol marks you as an apprentice in potions." The black eyed man offered with a smirk. "Your godfather would have a coronary if he ever found out your first apprenticeship turned out to be in potions."

"Apprenticeship?" Harry asked with wide eyes, staring at the small mark that had added itself on his emblem. "I'm a potions' apprentice now?" He was bouncing on his toes with giddiness as he spoke.

"Yes, and as I said, you have to practice to improve further; it's quite official now after all." Severus confirmed with a smile, ruffling Harry's hair, ignoring the disgruntled "Not my hair!" from the boy. "And speaking of practicing," Severus said determinedly, this latest development having solidified his decision "I will need to be away for a couple of days to arrange for a… let's say better setting for your future training. I trust you will keep up with your studies while I'm away. I'll check on your progress every night." He added mock seriously.

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