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Chapter 2
Of Magic and Minds
By Untamed of Wildwind
:Good work Harry!: Lily exclaimed. :I think you're good enough for the titles in all our six branches of magic now:
:Thanks Lily:
It had been a few years, and Harry's eleventh birthday was coming up soon.
No one who had known Harry before he ran away would recognise him.
He was dressed in a dark grey, almost black, robe, which had some sort of eerie glow to it. The robe had a hood that covered most of his head, and his face was covered by a veil of the same material. He also had gloves of the same fabric.
Sometimes you could see a flicker silver pass over the fabric of the clothes.
The edges of the robe were blurred, and if someone caught him in a photo it would be though to be edited. Harry almost seemed to melt into the background. If you looked closely, you'd see that his robes blew as in a wind, but not in the correct direction.
It was intentional, of course. Harry's clothes were made of spellcraft's weave, and infused with as much pure magic as Harry had managed to put into them. The main effect was to contain his power, unless he wished otherwise, but the other features were useful too.
With the enhanced bodily features of a silver wizard, and his special clothes, Harry could easily be overlooked, if he so wished.
:You know, we should go to the wizard authorities… We could have you be a true unspeakable, and then other wizards wouldn't be able to force you back to the Dursleys: Claw said.
That was the reason they had never gone looking for other wizards. He really didn't want to go back to the Dursleys. Harry had run away, after all.
:Sounds like a good idea. What do I have to do?:
:It is quite simple: Riddle began. :You just have to go request the status, for each of your powers. Unless they manage to find one wizard with each of your powers, they cannot refuse. It's not that likely. We're quite spread out:
:Sounds fairly easy: Harry summarised. :If they manage to stop us we'll have to run, though. But I think it's worth the risk. I might be able to study some more pure conjuration too…:
:Very well. Draw a summoning circle. We'll have to do a number of rituals for the requests. The unspeakables should show up then: Claw stated.
:Which rituals do I need to do?: Harry asked.
:For air, the ritual of the untamed: said Padfoot.
:For fire and earth, the rituals of the unchained and the unbroken, respectively: Gryphon informed.
:Light and water will require the rituals of the unseen and the uncontained: Lily continued.
:You'll have to do the ritual of the unvoiced for darkness: Riddle informed.
:And finally, for Pure you'll need the ritual of the unchanged: Claw concluded.
Seven rituals… It was to be expected, Harry supposed.
:And how to I perform these rituals, then?: Harry asked.
:Fairly simple, you stand in the circle, call the power of your choice, manifest it into its symbol and proclaim the phrase: 'I demand to be…' followed by the status you're requesting. The rituals are much the same… You can do them all at the same time, doing a step for all rituals and then go on to the next. Remember to finish the chants with a demand to be unspeakable, or it won't be official: Claw explained.
:Sounds fairly simple: Harry said. :I'll do that the:
Harry used some pure power and his finger to draw a glowing circle on the ground.
Harry would perform the rituals on his birthday. That felt appropriate.
This was going to be fun…
In the ministry of magic everything was going on as usual.
That is, until the detectors for magical energies, mainly used by the offices of improper and underage magical use, went ballistic. The meters skyrocketed and the readings made no sense at all.
If it weren't for the insanely high ratings, the operators would think it was accidental magic… But it couldn't be. That was always quite weak, and this was easily on the level of a full-scale wizardling duel…
Then it got stranger – a number of unspeakables rushed past to the apparition spots, and disappparated with the words: "We'll take care of it!"
Now that's definitely not an ordinary day in the ministry of magic…
Harry smiled. Now they were here, in his apartment. He definitely had to learn how to appear like that. That was useful.
"Stop what you're doing immediately! This ritual should only be preformed with the proper permissions." one of them commanded, while pointing a stick (Of all things… Could it be a weapon of some sort?) at him.
Good thing I'm done with the calling of the powers. It's just my requesting left…
"I demand to be untamed!" Harry shouted, holding on to his power.
"What the?" some of the wizards said. "That's not the right words…"
"I demand to be unseen!" Harry continued.
The wizards just looked perplexed, but one tried to get into the circle. There was a brief flash of silver, and then the wizard was thrown away to the closest wall.
"I demand to be unchained!"
The wizards had realised they couldn't stop him, and were looking at him strangely.
"I demand to be unvoiced!"
The magics were starting to respond more forcibly, and a steady glow was lighting up Harry, making long shadows to the sides.
"I demand to be unbroken!"
A few of the wizards had disappeared by now. Harry supposed they were going to get wizards with the powers he claimed as his reasons, to refute him the autonomy of an Unspeakable.
"I demand to be uncontained!"
He was almost finished now…
:I hope this works… Here we go!: Harry said to his friends.
"I demand to be unchanged!"
Time for the conclusion…
The magic arose in a blinding cascade, enveloping Harry and his circle.
A number of wizards appeared, a few looking quite old.
A voice reverberated throughout the room.
"Does anyone refuse the candidate?"
Most of the wizards looked angry, but one of the oldest ones waved his arm, and they quieted down.
"No, we do not. It is not use, since we could only refuse but one of the demands." He looked a little defeated. "The knowledge of the others powers have been lost in the mists of time…"
"Then Harry James Potter, keeper of souls, silver wizard, is proclaimed, by seven points, Unspeakable."
There was a blinding flash of light. Then Harry was standing in the middle of a circle with burned edges, where the centre of the light had been.
Everyone was silent.
Harry cleared his voice.
"So what do we do now?"
Author's note:
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