The Littlest Wizard
By: bigo4190
Disclaimer: I do not own this. The changes that differing events cause are mine, but the original idea belongs to J.K. Rowling
Speaking: "Blah"
Thinking: 'Blah'
Chapter 2
Harry stays still for a few moments longer, taking in the fact that this is the house where his parents died—most likely his father in the entry way and his mother in this very room. Shakily, Harry rises to his feet, and begins to explore the house once more, the picture still clutched in one hand. The focus of his search has changed though; now he hunts for the kitchen, as he is hungry. He only hopes that whatever power it is that allows the picture to move will also allow the kitchen to still have food.
After only a short search of the downstairs, Harry managed to find the kitchen, left untouched by the people who had moved the bodies of his parents. Still scattered over the kitchen table were assorted books and old style parchment. Curiosity overcoming hunger briefly, Harry leaned over the papers, shuffling to see if there was anything he could make sense of, and finally found what seemed to be the beginning of the notes. Written clearly across the top in a smooth feminine script was the title An Improved Form of the Fidelius Charm through the Interaction of Runes. Now Harry may not have been able to ask questions, or even mention things remotely beyond 'normal' while he lived with the Dursleys, however he did know what a Charm was, and yes, in big letters right there under the title, included in the warning, MAGICAL. But before he can become too engrossed, his hunger makes itself known once again. Quickly looking around, Harry approaches a cupboard, and to his delight and amazement, discovers that it is refrigerator cool inside, and still stocked with food that has obviously not gone bad.
Once he had gathered himself some food, Harry sat down at the table, and began to get the notes in order again while eating. The notes should have been beyond a five-year old; however, Harry's mother was the best sort of brilliant, she had not only compiled a detailed magical diagram in full technical jargon, but kept notes in the margins to explain the overall steps in simple terms that could be followed just about anyone. Harry confirmed by reading these notes that he wasn't that far off in believing he could understand the complex magic. 'Mum thought this was important, and I can see why. She has all of the steps laid out here, so maybe I should try this. It might take a while though—that big warning at the top is something to remember—especially if I plan to follow my mother in learning this stuff.' The warning that Harry planned to mind was quite simple BE AS PRECISE AS POSSIBLE IN THE DRAWING AND PLACING OF ALL RUNES. THE SLIGHTEST MISTAKE COULD HAVE UNKNOWN AND POSSIBLY DANGEROUS EFFECTS ON THE MAGICAL MATRIX.
So it was that Harry spent the next 3 days working diligently—doing nothing else, in fact, but fulfilling bodily functions—on perfecting his handwriting and drawing until he could reproduce the Rune Pattern detailed in his mothers notes. The individual Runes came quickly enough in the first day, but the careful alignment needed was much harder. But, after those three days had passed, Harry felt ready to perform the charm. After a leisurely breakfast, Harry began to draw the final Rune Pattern. The graceful, looping symbols fit together in such an intricate manner in front of Harry as he finished the final drawing. But this still left an odd feeling within Harry, unnerved by the specially required material his mother said was needed for a personal Fidelius Charm: his own blood. Yet here he was, with the symbols glistening up at him, his own drying blood giving them greater power. Now came the activation. Without a –Harry still couldn't believe it–Magic Wand, Harry had learned how to draw at least enough magic to activate the runes… he hoped. So, with hope in his heart and magic at his fingertips, Harry leaned forward, intoning, "For the protection of Harry Potter. Fidelius!"
With the final syllable, his finger touched the now dry design. Instantly, them symbols began to glow with an inner fire, and then, leaping forth in a blazing glory of magic, the symbols wrapped themselves around Harry's head, and then expanding, spreading so that they might cover the entire house, and then, as he could just see them through the nearby window, fading from sight. Afterwards, the house shimmered for a brief moment before everything returned to normal. However, that brief burst of theatrics was more than enough to convince Harry that his mother design had worked.
The true effects that this momentous casting had were not truly discovered until a few weeks later, at the end of August. In the tower office of one eccentric Headmaster, at mid afternoon on the 31st of August, exactly twenty days after Harry Potter left 4 Privet Drive, one of Albus Dumbledore's many silver instruments began alarming that the wards surrounding Privet Drive were nearly depleted. Rushing quickly to that home the elder wizard was shocked by what he learned: that the boy had run away weeks earlier. What he found even more shocking was, when he attempted to locate the boy, all of his charms were useless. The boy was not dead, the charms could confirm that much, but his location eluded even the most advanced of tracking charms.
The Boy-Who-Lived had become the Boy-Who-Vanished.