A/N I've been really enjoying writing this and I've been trying to do it as quickly as possible so please bear with me. All rights belong to JK (Obviously)
C – (From the point of view of Harry Potter)
Harry was becoming increasingly suspicious. It was too quiet, one could've argued that having just been to a funeral no one would've wanted to be loud and energetic but the frequent wary looks Harry was receiving from the Weasley's and Hermione was starting to get on his nerves. The large group trooped through the kitchen and Mr Weasley who was leading the group stopped and turned to face Harry, stopping him from leaving the room.
"Harry, could we have a word?" He asked politely, sending Mrs Weasley a look that sent her straight into making cocoa.
"Sure." Harry murmured uncertainly. He sat down at the large breakfast table, and watched the rest of the group do so as well, frowning, he hadn't realised this was going to be a family thing.
"Mr Weasley?" Harry asked uncertainly, the man was sitting staring at his thumbs as he twiddled them, looking up every now and then as though he was about to start speaking before looking back down frowning, as though he didn't know quite how to phrase the obviously bad news coming his way.
"It's your magic Harry." Hermione said, the first one to speak up in the silence. "I don't know quite what was happening but you managed to cause a storm." She spoke with perfect clarity but he knew he must've misheard something.
"A storm?" He asked incredulously, were they going mad? No human had the power to do that.
"In the middle of the service the wind gradually started going mental, people were almost being blown out of their seats, the sky turned grey in a couple of seconds. It suddenly stopped as soon as you walked away." Hermione explained.
"So? It was a freak storm, there's no way that I could've caused it." Harry told them, they still all looked very worried and Harry couldn't believe it, they were going mad for sure.
"Harry you were buzzing, like your whole body was humming faintly and when I reached out for your hand you literally gave me an electric shock, you crackled for a second when I touched you." Harry paled instantly, flashing back to the blacken tree, if Hermione had touched him only a couple of minutes later he could've killed her.
"Harry?" Hermione asked him, noticing the way his entire face had gone white at her words. "Look, it wasn't just that either. When we were at the reception afterwards, we saw you meet Andromeda and she gave you Teddy and then wandered away and I looked away for a couple of seconds and when I looked back you were gone." Hermione told him.
"What?! I was sitting right in front of the graves the whole time." Harry exclaimed.
"That's the point Harry, when Andromeda called out to you, you and teddy just suddenly reappeared again. I don't know how but you made yourselves invisible." Hermione told him.
Harry was struggling to process her words. She was telling him that he had changed the weather, shocked her and made himself invisible.
"How is all this happening?" Harry asked Hermione incredulously.
"Well I have a theory but I might not be correct." Harry couldn't help the edges of his mouth quirk up at that, Hermione had a theory or an idea or at least a general notion for everything. "Well you were already a very powerful wizard before, both your parents were incredibly magical but it's not just that. You and Voldemort have been connected since you were a child, your magic was literally tied in with his. I think that when you killed him you may have gained some or, more likely, all of his magical potential. You absorbed his power in a sense." Looking at Harry's horror-struck face she amended her statement slightly. "That doesn't mean you're going to go bad or anything Harry you just have a lot more power. I think that because you have all this power surging through you when you get particularly emotional it gives the power and outlet."
"You sort of magnify your emotions out of you." Ron spoke up, impressing the entire group. "Like today, you were obviously really upset because you lost two good friends, and so when you got really emotional and you reflected that into the weather, as you got more upset the weather got more overcast, I mean the sky was practically black before you left."
"Wow Ron." Fred and George said in unison looking at their brother with identical impressed looks. Ron glared at them.
Mr Weasley finally spoke up.
"For the most part it seems to be fairly harmless but…"
"It's not harmless." Harry interrupted, Mr Weasley looked up sharply. "After I left I walked out into the woods a bit and I learnt against a tree and…" Harry didn't quite know how to explain the tree but the Weasley's were all staring at him intently. "It looked like it had been struck by lightning, it turned black and went all withered and dead." Harry finished quietly, not daring to look up at the terrified looks on his friends faces.
"The Ministry has to be told."
"Arthur no!" Mrs Weasley shouted, slammed a pot down on the table furiously.
"Molly, this is something we've never come across before, I have absolute faith that Minister Shacklebolt will handle the situation with the upmost digression with his best and most trusted people on board. We can't help you Harry…" He turned to address Harry. "…If we don't know what's going on."
Harry couldn't speak. He had only just gotten rid of Voldemort and now because of that he had opened up a whole new can of worms. He couldn't help but feel that the whole world had something against his happiness. He was beginning to hear the faint buzzing sound in the back of his mind but he was too angry to notice it fully. What was it he had done in a past life that had been so horrific he deserved this kind of life. He had spent his entire childhood unwanted and friendless, his adolescence fighting an evil overlord and it looked like he was going to spend his years as an adult having to be completely emotionless for fear of killing one of his friends. The buzzing was getting louder until…
CRACK!
All the occupants around the table jumped and, including Harry, gasped as he drew his hand away to show a massive crack in the table were Harry's clenched fist had been. Harry stared at the damage, eyes wide and disbelieving. There was no contradicting it. That was solid evidence.
Harry couldn't bear being in the kitchen any longer with 10 pairs of eyes staring at him fearfully, he rose and walked as quickly as he could around the table and out into the yard but as soon as the cold air hit his face he broke into a sprint, running into the Weasley garden and continuing down to the wood at the bottom, he ran past the paddock that the Weasley children used as a Quidditch and deeper into the trees until he no longer recognised where he was.
There were tears streaming down his face but he didn't notice them. There was only one person he could talk to and his last link to him may not even have the information he needed.
Harry turned on the spot and disappeared.
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Everyone stared at the crack Harry had made in the table.
Everyone stared and no one spoke.
Everyone stared and continued staring even when Hermione finally broke the silence.
"Maybe I didn't explain that too well." She groaned.
Dropping her head to the table she spoke exhaustedly and Ron didn't know what to say, he put his arm over her shoulders and she sat up, leaning into him tears leaking down her face.
Still no one spoke.
Still no one spoke because no one knew what to say.
Still no one spoke until Mr Weasley got to his feet and addressed the room at large.
"I know this is difficult but the only person I think can truly help us is Shacklebolt. I know Harry probably doesn't want the Ministry all over him again but I can think of nothing else to do."
"How will you get in touch with him Arthur? Surely his office is heavily protected against people just popping their heads in?" Mrs Weasley asked, she looked very upset and close to tears. She had always viewed Harry as a 7th son and to hear that her adopted child still couldn't escape from the terrors that seemed to constantly hang over his head, nearly had her breaking down from the injustice of it.
"When I informed Shacklebolt that harry would be staying with us he linked us up immediately in case any death eaters that hadn't been caught came looking for revenge." Mr Weasley said quietly.
"Can't he get any peace?" Ginny murmured, staring at the crack in the table with tears in her eyes, although she refused to let them fall.
No one spoke because no one knew what to say.
/
Harry's feet slammed back down into the place, despite some terrible memories, he would always call home.
Hogwarts.
Due to the aftermath of the war the wards were still down and Harry was able to apparate straight to the large front doors that he had escaped out of so many times as a teenager.
He couldn't deny that it was painful seeing Hogwarts in ruins but it was much better than it had been when he last saw it. He'd only left the day before and already there was less rubble and all the windows that Harry could see were intact. It looked like the plan to get Hogwarts ready for the new school year in September wasn't as crazy as Harry had first thought when Professor McGonagall had told him a day or two after the battle. It still shocked him what magic could do sometimes.
Harry wandered through the deserted castle, recalling both good and bad memories as he made his way to his destination but frowned when he got there. It hadn't occurred to him that one of the first things the repair force would do would be to fix the entrance to the Head's office since there were so many important objects and files in there.
Harry approached the gargoyle uncertainly.
"I don't suppose you could let me up could you?" Harry asked the gargoyle politely, hoping manners would work in his favour. Judging by the look on the gargoyles face he was wrong and he could've sworn he heard it mutter 'pathetic' under its breath.
"Ah come on! Is there some form of password how do I get up there?" He asked and the desperation in his voice must've come through because the gargoyle answered swiftly.
"State your name and business."
"Harry Potter, I need to speak to the portrait of Professor Dumbledore." To Harry's surprise the gargoyle jumped aside, he had assumed that there would be tighter security but since pretty much all the death eaters and Voldemort supporters had been rounded up he supposed there wasn't need for tight security
The thought made him smile.
He walked up the revolving staircase and walked into the office. Sighing with relief at the familiarity of the room, Harry walked over and stood behind the desk. As he walked some of the portraits began to wake and stalled there grumblings when they noticed who the visitor was despite the time of night.
Harry cleared his throat.
Dumbledore didn't need to be woken as his blue eyes were already staring down at him, giving him the familiar feeling of being X-rayed.
"Harry, what can I do for you at this time of night?" Dumbledore said smiling down at him not appearing the least disgruntled at having been disturbed at all unlike some of the other portraits around the room. They seemed to be appeased by the idea of whatever gossip it was Harry was about to spill and they listened intently.
"Do you remember any of your old memories?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Of course, if a portrait is painted for a specific person the painting absorbs the memories when the subject of the painting dies. I'd had this since the end of your fourth year in case I had died before I had managed to reinstate The Order of The Phoenix or direct you in the task involving the horcruxes."
"Perfect. See the thing is sir, well my magic's going a bit haywire. Hermione has a theory that since I was linked from a very young age with Voldemort I absorbed his power when he died and because I have all this extra magic rattling around in me its only outlet is when I get particularly emotional."
"Curious. In what type of way has your magic been affecting you?"
"Well, I changed the weather, electrocuted a tree, turned myself invisible and broke a table." Harry said, listing them off on his fingers.
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose.
"Hmm, very interesting, well I think Miss Granger is right, it makes sense that you would absorb Voldemort's power and it doesn't help that you were already so powerful before that. Well I'm sorry to say harry but the Ministry obviously must know."
"Mr Weasley's on it. I'm just worried that I either have to become completely emotionless or be forever worried I'm about to hurt my friends." Harry said, admitting the thing he was truly afraid of.
Dumbledore seemed to consider this before looking back to Harry.
"No, not necessarily." Harry's heart jumped at Dumbledore's words. "You must concentrate on adjusting to your new amount of power, as a child you managed to adapt to a large power source. I will help you of course, you can meet me here once a week and I will teach you to control it, it will take a long time and you will have to be patient."
Dumbledore seemed to consider something before continuing.
"I also think it might be beneficial for you to learn to become an animagus. That will take time effort and will allow you to reduce pent up power at strategic intervals as you learn to become one, which too will take patience though."
Harry was shocked by the suggestion. He had never really considered it before but now he thought about it it seemed like an excellent idea. The thought of being able to turn into an animal and disappear into the shadows and avoid anyone at any time sounded like a wonderful prospect.
He realised that Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for a reply.
"Yes of course, those are great ideas, what day and time should I come for my lessons?" Harry asked.
"What about 6 o'clock on a Thursday? I think the lessons won't be more than an hour or two so you shouldn't be out too late. I will inform Professor McGonagall that you will be coming as this is now her office after all. Now Harry you must get back to the Weasley's I assume you left in quite a hurry when you found out about all this and they may well be distressed, I will see you next Thursday."
Harry nodded, thanked the professor and left the office, his hopes much higher than they had been when he'd first entered the room.
A/N Okay I know what you guys are thinking. 'Seriously Carrie, where is the Harry/Ginny storyline going here? That's what were here for' and I know that's why I'm here too, I'm trying to set out the storyline a bit more but they are gonna be there, I just need to push this out the harbour a bit. Reviews are like chocolate cake, very close to my heart so I would be thrilled if anyone has any feedback good or bad because we all know the old saying:
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