I must say that this latest edition of "not me" is making J. K. Rowling a little left out. But if anybody would ask me, I would have to play it to...


If speculations before the game, about if Harry would be any good, was topic entire school talked about, conversations after it didn't even compare, even thou topic was changed. Now nobody asked if Harry could play. Now they argued what stunt will he do next. Half of the school was of the opinion that if this was just his first game, what would follow? The other half argued that it was a first impression thing, and you couldn't possibly top that now that people were expecting it.

But even in that madness, there were some that thought just a tad more logically, asking questions that came down to simple "How the hell did he do that?". Harry's account of events was that he was thrown off the broom, and as he was falling, he tried Hover charm that they practiced all week with wand he had hidden in the sleeve of his protective gear. But as with everything that had a celebrity, a major event, and some amount of uncertainty in it, soon gossip blossomed and with time matured to something of a conspiracy theory, with Harry Potter, secret training, and overwhelming powers in the middle.

Harry could nearly believe the story he used to explain his survival, if not for jumping instead of being thrown off, the thing with him not casting any kind of spell, and of course, fact that there was no wand anywhere near him. So, using the chaos, he himself had to think what happened that day.

'Ruining the carpet won't help you much.' Magie told him a couple of days later, as he paced the common room at a late night hour, again being unable to sleep. 'Relax.'

Harry dragged his feet to an armchair, weary of some of the ideas that were swimming in his head. He sat down, closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. When he felt a little more relaxed, he opened his eyes again, and saw that Magie now sat cross legged on a table right in front of him.

'Any ideas?' asked Harry after couple of minutes of silence while they only looked at each other.

'Maybe this, there is a saying... what was it exactly...' he waited while Magie formulated her thoughts. 'Ah, yes. It says something about answer staring you in the face.' at which she looked at him meaningfully. Harry almost slapped himself on the forehead over the pun that she just made.

'Yes, I know that it was you. But I don't know how...'

'Well, I told you already that I can feel what you want or intend to do. You didn't want to break your neck falling from that broom, so you didn't.'

'But isn't magic supposed to be done with wands?' Harry asked while retrieving mentioned object from his pocked and looking at it as if to find an answer written over it.

'If it is like that, then how did those strange incidents were possible when you didn't know about magic at all?' responded Magie.

In fact, Harry didn't think about this before. On the sorting nights feast, first years talked about how they knew they were magical, trading stories about different accidents that happened to them when they were young. Anybody magical did it before, and when they got to school they were handed wands straight away. Now that Harry thought about it, it was like anybody who had hands and instead of learning how to paint, play an instrument or just write, would go to computer and generate an image, put some sounds together in a program, or use a keyboard.

Of course some may say that tools like computers make things faster and better... Of course they do, but time spend to master such a tool, know how it worked and be somewhat proficient in using it still counts as the time you practice your skills. And after all that learning you need to practice loads more to produce something that anybody would say is good, not even a masterpiece, from the masses of people that use the same tool. After all, easier to do, doesn't equal better results.

Of course tools are useful. But, as always, those tools have to be there and be ready to be used. Without electricity the whole information system, every phone, TV, radio wouldn't work. Without fuel people living on the outskirts of big cities wouldn't know how to get to work or for shopping because it was such a long way. Then all the people who depend on their tools would just sit and wonder what to do, and in the meantime all the rest would grab their instruments and play some more music, paint another thing, or just walk or jog to the nearest shop.

Why wouldn't magical community be the same? Use some tools, learn how to operate it, and sit back instead of learning how to use to the fullest what they had from birth.

But that still didn't answer one of his questions.

'Even if I can do it without it, what about magic with it? I couldn't make any spell work.' asked Harry rolling his wand between his fingers and looking at Magie again.

'I don't know. When you do it, I feel a tingling, something like pins and needles. It isn't unpleasant, just itchy. Like I must do something. But since I know what you try to do, why not just ask me for help?'

'Can we try it?' she just nodded. 'Can you lift that pillow?' asked Harry pointing to the couch, at which Magie's laughter rang through his head. 'What are you laughing at?' he asked while glaring at her.

'How many times I have to tell you I can feel it, you don't have to say it. Just concentrate on it.'

Harry looked back at the pillow and concentrated, nearly imagined, that it lifted into the air. After a moment it really did. He looked back at Magie, but she wasn't there any more. In fact, she wasn't anywhere to be seen. At his surprise, the pillow fell back on the couch.

'You have to concentrate dummy.'

'Right, you don't have to be here, to be here.' though Harry to himself.

'Want to try something else?'

'Maybe some other time. I need to find out how this thing works before I do some stupid mistake that can't be reversed or something like that.' at that, he could hear her giggle. 'I think I'll go to sleep now.' He stood up and went to bed, with totally different set of questions to investigate.


AN. That saying "I don't have to be here, to be here". There was a fic (don't really know if it was parody) but it had someone imitating Dumble-speach, saying something without really saying anything. In the original it went "As soon as we'll know, we'll know." Anybody know this fic, I just cant find it.

There are many fics saying that wizards are lazy and illogical or anything like that, because they don't have to be, they have magic. May I point out that they are still people? Wizards are us after a couple generations, if we were handed a never ending wishing well, or something like that.