"You're an Elemental."
"Haha, very funny Professor," I joked, giving off a somewhat nervous laugh. I expected Dumbledore to laugh it off too, but he just stared at me. It took a few minutes before it hit me. "Wait, you can't be serious?"
"Jakob, I am one who doesn't joke about Elementals. They're dangerous business," Dumbledore said sternly.
"And you got I'm an Elemental from a necklace my mum gave to me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Of all the things he could've gone off of, my necklace was probably one of the stupidest.
"Yes, Jakob," Dumbledore replied smoothly.
"That's bull. There's no magic in the world I come from," I insisted. The most magic from the world always had some secret behind it like hiding a card under a sleeve or a secret trap door.
"Jakob, you must listen to me. You are an Elemental. Whether or not there is magic in your old world no longer matters. What matters is that you're here now and you are an Elemental," Dumbledore confirmed.
"Sir, but a necklace?" I retorted.
"That necklace is made out of mithral. Mithral is a rare rock from unknown reaches of the galaxy known to have properties that are 'magical' to say the least," Dumbledore explained. "The 'magical' properties they hold are out of this world, pardon the pun. One property of mithral is that it's able to give one power when there is none. Another is in time of need, the mithral will protect and shield the bearer."
So, pretty much Lord of the Rings, I told myself. I opened my mouth to ask Dumbledore, but then remembered that he didn't know what Lord of the Rings was.
"Okay, I might have a 'magical' necklace as you claim, but how does that explain me being an Elemental?" I questioned further. Boy am I persistent today.
"I didn't want it to come down to this, but give me your hand," Dumbledore ordered. I looked at him confused and sceptical about what was about to occur, but placed my hand in front of him. Dumbledore mumbled something, and I felt a stinging pain run through my hand.
Slowly a large gash started forming on the top of my hand as the skin parted. I bit hard down on my. Dumbledore leaned back in his chair as blood secreted out of my hand on to the table.
"What hell Professor?" I exclaimed.
I looked up at Dumbledore hoping that he'd say something, but instead he just stared down at my hand. I followed his eyes and saw that slowly dirt was starting to cover over the gash. I tried using my okay hand to brush it aside, but slowly more and more dirt piled over it.
Soon there was a small mound covering the gash. The dirt hardened then slowly cracks started to appear. I took a deep breath as the dirt fell apart. Under the dirt, the gash was fully healed. The only trace of the gash was the lighter skin that covered it compared to my tan skin from too much time in the sun at the skatepark.
"Professor? What just happened?" I asked.
"That, Jakob, was Elemental magic," Dumbledore began, "The Forces sensed your distress, and you unknowingly willed them to heal your wound. According to legend, the Forces assume to healing wounds on their own will."
"So, why didn't the Forces fix my bone?" I questioned.
"That I do not know," Dumbledore replied. "Perhaps you aren't strong enough yet." I looked down at the table and twiddled my thumbs. "There's something else bothering you, isn't there?"
"Yes, Professor. How did I come here? Why am I here? I'm meant to be dead," I reminded. Back in the other world, they probably would've found my scratched up body in a ditch by now. I always expected that when I died I would be able to see my mum and husky Alyssa again, but now that I'm stuck in Harry Potter, that dream is as dead as I am, I thought to myself.
"That's a very interesting question. Death is hard to evade as the Peverell brothers had learned. I think the answer to your questions lie with a man named Hoath," Dumbledore suggested.
"Who is this Hoath?" I asked.
"An Elemental," Dumbledore replied amused at my confusion. One thing that seemed unescapable.
"Wait, you told me that there hasn't been one since the 18th century," I recalled.
"There hasn't. Hoath has been alive since then," Dumbledore said.
"So, you want me to go talk to a guy who is almost two centuries old about why I am here?" I clarified. Dumbledore nodded. I leaned back in my chair thinking about all that has happened. "He's immortal," I said, but it sounding more like a question. Dumbledore nodded.
"Okay, I'll talk to him. Where do I find him?" I asked.
"He's a secretive man. More of a fugitive if you will. I'll send him a message, but until then lay low around here," Dumbledore suggested.
"Professor, am I, y'know, registered with the Ministry?" I asked, remembering how every magical human being was registered somehow with the Ministry.
"I do not believe so. You are not of this world, and due to that I doubt the Ministry knows of your existence… or at least for now," Dumbledore guessed.
"Okay," I said. "Guessing I should go ask Tom for a room now?"
"No. Go to Ollivanders. Tell him you're there under Dumbledore's request. He'll provide you shelter, but everything else you'll have to fend for," Dumbledore apologised. He handed me a pouch of galleons. "That should be enough to keep you covered until I can get in contact with Hoath."
"Thank you, sir," I thanked. I shuffled my feet a bit.
"And Jakob?" Dumbledore said. I looked at him, his eyes seeming to stare into my soul.
"Yes?"
"Make sure you tell no one that you're an Elemental. We're in a time of war and you are a very val-" Dumbledore quickly stopped what he was saying.
"Yes, Professor?" I asked.
"Forgive me, old age has made me forgotten what I was thinking," Dumbledore apologised, standing up. I stood up also. I picked up my backpack off the floor and slung it on to my back.
"Have a nice night, sir," I said, nodding my head.
"Wait Jakob, how old are you?" Dumbledore asked me, just before I headed for the door to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Sixteen, sir," I replied.
"Be weary of your magic. You might not be registered with the Ministry, but they could still track you and send you to Azkaban for use of Elemental magic," Dumbledore warned.
"Don't worry, sir," I assured, "I don't plan on using it any time soon." With that I opened the door and walked out into the night.