Chapter Two

Genius

Ginny's POV

I sat next to him in Charms for the first time. I can't say I'd ever really talked to him before, maybe a polite nod or excuse me as I bumped into him in the hallway; never an actual conversation.

He was shorter then I was but he was younger so that was understandable. His white hair stuck up even more then Harry's did; though it didn't seem to have the wild feeling about it.

As i set my books on the desk next to his, he turned towards me and I saw his eyes for the first time. I had always assumed them to be blue but as I gazed into them they were more a turquoise colour, intelligence seemed to shine from them as well as look of pain and loss.

In that moment he reminded me of a lost boy.

Professor Flitwick came in then and the class started, I had never felt more aware of who I sat next to. There was something about Shiro's presence that meant you couldn't forget. His body seemed to leak power and command attention.

The teacher would question the class and I'd see him write down the answer but never say it aloud. He always knew the answer it seemed, clearly a Ravenclaw for a reason.

I didn't know why he never said it though, the Professor would often call upon students if no one volunteered the answer, many got them wrong but still Shiro stayed silent.

Finally he was asked and answered it without a seconds hesitation, certain of his knowledge. His voice was soft and yet everyone could hear him clearly, it seemed like no one dared to breath as he spoke, everyone listen to every sound he spoke.

Points were awarded for his answer and the class continued.

We finally started to practice the spell we had been learning the theory behind. Shiro didn't attempt it at first instead watched the person next to him try it, he then gave some tips to the timid Ravenclaw who gave his thanks and tried again.

Shiro left him to it before he turned to me, my cheeks went red as I was caught staring at him, i quickly picked up my wand and tried the accio (1) spell. It didn't work and his eyes seemed to judge me.

He spoke softly. "It's about want." He tells me.

"What?" Was the word I spoke in reply suddenly feeling even more stupid.

"Spells are only there to help shape your power, it tells your magic what you want it to do. Spells are linked to your want and needs, if you want the object enough it will come to you."

He looked down at his book as he finished and I was left to ponder his words.

By the end of the class I had managed to get the spell down pat, as had the boy on the other side of Shiro. Flitwick called last time to the class. It was only then that Shiro attempted the spell and I watched as the book he summoned came soaring into his hands.

By then most people had got the hang of the spell and so it brought no attention to the white haired boy at my side. Why hadn't he done it before when it would have been rewarded?

The bell rang and I ran to catch up to the younger boy, I wanted answers that only he could give.


The next time I was saw him was at lunch the following day. (His ability to blend in was amazing for one with white hair.)

He sat alone under a tree, a book in hand as he read the pages. He looked up as I sat down next to him, he looked perplexed as to my presence and I couldn't help but giggle at the scowl now upon his brow.

"Your Shiro Yuki right?" I already knew the answer but asked anyway.

He nodded, so I took it as a sign to continue.

"I'm Ginny Weasley, I sat next to you in Charms yesterday." He didn't say anything just continued to stare at me.

"I just wanted to say thanks for helping me and to ask a..." I trailed off unsure how to voice my questions.

He raised an eyebrow.

I continued. "Why don't you answer the professor's questions? Why don't you do the spell first time and win points? Why did you help me though you don't know me?"

The questions seemed to pour out, he was silent for a moment before he finally spoke.

"If I answer all the questions no one will bother learning the answers as they are never called upon. If I do it right first time then I make others feel inferior. I help those that need help, because your in my class and at my school and so if I can help, I should."

It was the most I'd even heard him speak at one time, I mulled over his answers and could see no problem with them, I just found it hard to believe someone was willing to do that.

"Why is it if we're in this school should you help us?" The question annoyed me. "We're not your responsibility, sure if I were family I could understand your want to help, if I was your friend I could understand. But a stranger I find it hard to believe."

His eyes locked onto mine and again I felt as if they were older then the face that surrounded them.

"I don't remember my family, I don't even know if I ever had one." He paused before continuing. "I can't remember anything before I was 10, I just woke up and I could speak and knew what object were, knew that 2+2=4, but I didn't know who I was. I ended up in an orphanage and there I stayed. So people I meet I can't help but wonder if I'd met them before. The orphanage helped me though they'd never met me and I'd like to do the same to others. If you got to the same school as me then we have something in common and to me thats important, as I don't know much about myself. Having one thing in common is a big thing for me, makes you as close to a friend as I've got." He smiled at this. "Besides if I'm better at something then other then I must help them, guide them to their potential, thats how I've always felt."

With that he stood up and left.

As I watched him go I couldn't help but feel that he may be many things.

A genius was one of them.


Author's note: Thanks for reading, please let me know what you think.

(1)- I'm aware that the accio spell is a fourth year spell but couldn't think of anything better to use.