Ginny was currently having a rather pleasant dream about a certain messy haired, green eyed boy. It wasn't the usual boy she was dreaming of either, but the new one. Harry Potter appeared to be oblivious that a red headed witch was watching him, and went about his activities of slowly removing his clothes. The trademark midnight green leather jacket came off first, swishing his collar length hair around as it slid off his arms and collapsed into a heap on the cold, wet, stone ground.
For the first time, Ginny took interest in her surroundings. She appeared to be underground in some sort of cave. The cave was wet, and the steady sound of dripping consoled her that the cave would continue to be wet. Before she could recall the location however, her attention was dragged back over to the raven haired boy who was now removing his white undershirt. The shirt got stuck around his head and shoulders, and Ginny stared appreciably at his well-defined abs and pronounced chest. He finally tore the shirt over his head and threw it dismissively beside the giant, stone snake statue.
Ginny's eyes trailed across Harry's bare body, following the curve of his shoulders down to his powerful biceps and finally to his forearm beheld a hissing, burning tattoo of a snake and a skull.
It was the dark mark.
Ginny felt herself sliding backwards, trying to further the distance between herself and the Death Eater, but her back collided with solid stone. She glanced behind her and froze in shock as she came face to face with the unforgettable monument to Salazar Slytherin. For the first time, Ginny truly took in her surroundings. The dark, wet stone, the snake statues, the underground statue of the Slytherin founder. Ginny was in the Chamber of Secrets
She tried screaming in fear and horror, but no sound came out. She tried to run away, but found that she was bound and paralyzed, forced to watch Harry Potter, who was now dressed in dark, Death Eater robes shake the hand of another fellow Death Eater. Harry gave the man a friendly smile, who in turn, removed his horrific mask, revealing sleek blond hair and pale skin. Draco Malfoy returned Harry's smile, before pulling something out of his cloak. It was a small black book with barely fifty pages, but Ginny knew that over thousands of messages had been written within, far more than what an ordinary book could contain.
It was Tom Riddle's diary.
Draco handed the diary over to Harry, and Ginny desperately tried to scream, to warn him of what the diary truly was, but no sound came out of her entrapped throat. Harry glanced over at her however, finally seeming to realize that Ginny was watching. He stalked over, the black robes rippling ominously around him as he held the diary open in both hands. Ginny tried to back away. She struggled and fought with her paralyzed limbs, but they remained limp at her side. She looked up at Harry, and with her eyes, pleaded him to go away and to leave her alone. Dull, moulded green eyes drilled mercilessly into her own, and Ginny felt despair.
The pages of the diary began flipping and turning over as if a majestic wind were ruffling the paper, but the dark magic reeking from the book only disgusted Ginny. A black, demonic transparent arm reached out, fingers clasping and craving for the real world. It slowly pulled itself out of the book, until a whole shade of a body was floating eerily above her. Ruby red eyes shone out where the eyes should have been, and tore into Ginny's soul. She found herself screaming as the foul presence entered her mind, her body and her heart. Finally, when she could take no more, she gave up fighting, and as soon as she surrendered, the pain relented. Dark, chuckling echoed inside her mind, scaring her.
"You shall never escape me Ginny," the voice whispered, "ever since you foolishly poured your soul into my diary, you have been mind."
Ginny looked up at Harry, begging him with her eyes once more to help her, to save her, for anything, but he wasn't watching her anymore. Instead he was chatting amiably with Draco, the two as thick as thieves.
"No one can help you, because no one will ever love you. You are tainted, cursed and disgusting."
"You have no other purpose in life but to serve Lord Voldemort."
"No!" Ginny screamed, and this time she felt her vocal muscles vibrating, but the sound was drowned out by the hissing of a fifty foot basilisk as it slithered towards her, cracking and crushing the stone beneath it. She screamed as she stared into its eyes, the eyes that no one had ever seen before and lived to tell the tale. Ginny saw herself in those horrific eyes; a disgusting, dirty and foolish little girl. The eyes continued to glare into her, tearing apart her mental defenses and fraying her emotions. She closed her eyes as she screamed for help, and the darkness encompassed and engulfed her. Fearing the dark and the unknown more than reality, she tore here eyes back open, and found herself staring at a warm, comforting hearth.
"Fire's an incredible thing, isn't it?" A voice said from beside her, and she jumped as she recognized it from her dream. "It can provide warmth, comfort and solace to those who are lost and in need, but if you move just a little closer, reach your hand just a little farther," the man lowered his hand towards the fire slowly until the flames were licking at his bare, unmarked forearm.
"The fire burns you," Harry Potter said stolidly, quickly retracting his hand from the open flames. For the first time, he glanced over at Ginny, and stared at her in worry.
"I'm sorry, I didn't scare you did I? You look white as a ghost," he said, all the while his emerald green eyes burning bright as they encompassed her in concern.
"It's not your fault, don't apologize. It was just a… just a nightmare," Ginny said, while at the same time reassuring herself mentally that it had all just been a dream, albeit a very horrifying and surreal dream.
"I thought that might be it. I walked in, and saw you shivering and mumbling. You were looking a little cold, so I dragged the sofa you were lying on to the fire," he gave her a warm smile, that defrosted her frozen insides. "It woke you up in minutes, so I'd say the fire really helped."
"When I was younger, I used to curl up near the fireplace and sleep there whenever I had a bad dream. I slept too close one time, and Mum woke up to the smell of burning hair. It turns out I'd slept through the whole thing."
Harry began chuckling, and Ginny felt herself attracted to the comforting sound. It reverberated around the walls of the empty Gryffindor common room, and made the room feel alive and safe, despite it only holding two occupants, everyone else obviously being asleep by now. Once Harry finally quieted down, Ginny asked the question on her mind.
"What are you doing up so late?" she asked.
"I was helping Sir-" Harry coughed suddenly, and started speaking again. "I was helping a friend fix up my motorcycle. You know, the one that crashed in the great hall."
"You were with Sirius?" Ginny blurted out. Harry eyed her curiously, but seeing that she didn't seem offended by him hanging out with an escaped convict, he assumed she knew the truth.
"Yeah, he wanted to spend some time with me, as my godfather. It was… nice," Harry finished lamely, his face thoughtful.
"Just nice?" Ginny asked, a joking lilt to her voice. She didn't expect the serious response that was returned.
"I've never had family before, just friends and acquaintances. Talking to someone who is related to me, and knowing that they actually care about me was, well, strange, but it felt kind of nice."
"You could always return to Lily and James you know. I'm sure they'd be ecstatic to have you back. They are your parents after all," Ginny suggested.
"They abandoned me as a child to an orphanage, and chose Ryan over me." Harry's voice wasn't angry, just indifferent, and it was that lack of emotion that made Ginny realize how little Harry cared about his family. "Besides, by now, after a whole day of Hogwarts, they must surely know of my existence, yet they haven't come to see me, or even send a message. They don't care about me Ginny, they don't care about me at all."
Ginny struggled to comprehend what Harry was explaining. Whenever she thought of parents, she thought of her mum and dad, who despite everything Ginny had done in the past, loved her with all their heart. Parents who didn't try to meet up with their long lost child simply didn't exist in Ginny's mind. Parents just weren't those kinds of people.
Yet as Ginny looked at Harry's emotionless face, and wondered what emotions were buried beneath, she realized that those kinds of parents did exist, and that they were much closer to Ginny then she ever realized.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a circular Muggle tablet the size of a knut. As Ginny tilted her head she spotted the ring of numbers around the metallic circle, and realized that it was a Muggle watch, but only the watch itself; the leather band appeared to be missing.
"Well, according to my watch which doesn't work anymore," Harry said, frowning a little, "It's probably time for us to head up to our dorms."
Ginny nodded in agreement, but inside, found herself wishing that she could spend more time with the new Potter. Harry stood up from the plush sofa with a groan, and then held out a hand to her. Ginny grasped the hand eagerly, and felt a rush of exhilaration as she was pulled out of the couch. Instead of letting go of her hand, as Ginny had expected, he held onto it for a moment longer.
"Ginny, if you ever want to talk about your nightmares, or just rant a little at the unfairness of everything, feel free to come talk to me." Harry's burning emerald eyes tore into her soul, similar to how the shade had done in her dream, but instead of feeling the unbearable cold, she felt a warm trickle of flames pour through her veins. Chances are the rush of heat was also causing her to blush, and that blush only intensified as Ginny realized her close proximity to Harry.
As her eyes traced his face, she admitted that her dream version of Harry hadn't done justice to the real thing. His uncontrollable midnight hair hung around in spikes around his face, framing his narrow cheekbones. Her eyes landed on his lips, which were almost constantly upturned into a smile of sorts, and felt a strange, longing attraction to them.
She leaned into Harry, his broad shoulders covering her slimmer figure perfectly, and was possibly about to do something quite rash, when she remembered something about her nightmare, which hadn't just been a nightmare, but a reality.
"Harry," Ginny whispered, "Why did you walk into the great hall with Malfoy at dinner?" Harry blinked at her owlishly, surprise showing on his face at Ginny's abrupt question.
"We have agreed upon a tentative friendship for the moment," Harry explained, before stepping away from Ginny. "Honestly, I don't get it with you Gryffindor's. It's as if, just because he's a Slytherin, he's evil and shouldn't be befriended."
Ginny saw Harry eye her curiously, his flickering emerald eyes glancing at her. "Is there a reason I shouldn't trust him?" Harry asked, his voice not accusing, but worried. "Is there something you know about him?"
Ginny desperately wanted to tell Harry that Malfoy was evil. She wanted to tell him that when Malfoy's father had given Ginny the diary, Draco had known exactly what would happen to her.
But she couldn't tell him, or else she'd have to tell him about her taint. She was too scared to tell him that she was defiled and ugly on the inside. She didn't want to have to admit that she had been a foolish child and fallen for a dark wizard.
So she didn't say anything, just shook her head and miserably trundled off to her dorm, begging the tears of frustration to remain at bay until she was wrapped up in her bed.
James Potter had arrived home after a late night of work. It had fortunately been Auror work, which revolved mainly around paper work, rather than Order work, which revolved around near death experiences.
He closed the front door quietly, hoping that the faint squeaking wouldn't wake up Lily, who would most certainly be asleep by this time of night. He strolled over to the fridge, one of the Muggle appliances Lily had been adamant she couldn't live without, and pulled out a carton of milk. Quickly glancing around the deserted house to make sure his wife wasn't watching James proceeded to take several large gulps of milk directly from the carton. Lily would have made him sleep on the couch for a week if she ever found out about that little habit of his.
As he opened the fridge door to put the milk back in, the yellow, electric light within lit up the kitchen table, and James spotted a folded piece of parchment.
"Lumos," James muttered, and with a flick of his fingers, sent the glowing orb of light floating to the ceiling. The dull light lit up the room enough for James to read the letter. It was sealed with a black paw print, causing James to smile fondly.
"What have you got for me this time, Padfoot," he murmured to himself as he began unfolding the parchment.
You're never going to believe this Prongs, but we found Harry. Your Harry. He arrived at Hogwart's today, and I'll give you one chance to guess which house he's in. I don't know why Dumbledore didn't tell us earlier, as he obviously knew about Harry's existence a while back, but it's really true. I talked with my godson tonight. Did you know that he got his hands on my old bike? And then he crashed it into the great hall with the whole school watching. Old McGonagall was furious, it was so nostalgic watching her yell at a Potter.
You have to come see him James. Lily as well, you both have to come to Hogwart's tomorrow.
You'll be seeing Snuffles tomorrow as well.
The letter was signed with another paw print, but it had become so normal for James that he didn't bat an eye at it. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, as James was shocked beyond belief. He read the letter again, and then a third time, before he sat down and allowed himself to think.
Harry, his Harry was alive. After all the time James had struggled to accept what he had done, and whether Harry had survived as a child, James finally found relief. His child was alive. He now knew that he should never have listened to Dumbledore and given Harry away. He didn't even know why he possibly would have listened to such a suggestion. Glancing back at the letter, he frowned as he reread Dumbledore's involvement, or rather, lack of involvement in informing James. James began thinking that he ought to be worrying about Dumbledore's influence in his life.
But worries could come another day. For now thoughts of Harry were zooming through his head. He sat in stunned silence for a long time, before his rational thoughts kicked in, and he realized what he'd forgotten to do.
"Lily!" James cried as he leapt up the stairs to the second floor three at a time. "Lily, wake up, you'll never believe what's happened!" James shouted as he grasped Sirius's letter firmly in his right hand. He burst through the bedroom door, and found a panicked Lily reaching for her wand. Her luscious red hair was tangled and cascading down her sleepy face that James so adored.
"What's wrong James?" Lily asked, confusing her husband's excitement with panic.
"Everything's fine, Lily, but you'll never believe what Sirius just told me in a letter," James said, practically bouncing in his happiness.
"What did he tell you?" Lily asked, dragging herself out of bed and towards her hyperactive husband.
"He told me that-" James suddenly paused, as if he were trying to remember something. He stopped bouncing on the balls of his feet, and scrunched up his eyes in confusion. He recovered after several moments.
"That's strange, I forgot what it was," James said quietly. He knew that what he had been about to say had been urgent, of the most importance, and the fact that he had forgotten was highly irritating.
"Well why don't you show me Sirius's letter then?" Lily suggested, rubbing James' shoulders reassuringly.
"Of course!" James exclaimed, and held out his right hand.
"James, there's nothing in your hand," Lily said softly, staring at her husband worriedly.
"That's strange," James repeated, staring at his open, empty hand. "What was meant to be in my hand again?" James asked Lily.
"I don't know love, you never told me," Lily replied.
"Huh, that is strange. Well, if I can't remember, it obviously wasn't important," James said, confident in his reasoning.
"What was important?" Lily asked her husband, confused as to what he was talking about.
"Just something that happened at work Lily, don't worry your cute little self over it," James said as he rubbed Lily's red hair affectionately, mussing it up even further. "Let me change and I'll join you in bed," James said and stumbled over to the bathroom. As he stared in the bathroom mirror, he was astounded at the similarities his son Ryan had to him. They looked nearly identical, apart from the eyes. Ryan had vivid green eyes, just like him mother.
Not for the first time in his life, James wondered what the abandoned child would have looked like. Would he have been a mirror image of James, as was Ryan, or would he take after Lily? Thinking of Harry sent a cold rush of sadness through James's thoughts, and he felt his eyes water.
"I wonder how Harry's doing," James murmured to himself sadly in the mirror.
"I thought the atmosphere was bad yesterday, but this is ridiculous," Harry exclaimed to the only two hospitable Gryffindors at the house table. The Gryffindors, led by Ryan, were sending glares down the table at Harry.
"It's bloody ridiculous that you're being friendly with Malfoy, is what it is," Ron exclaimed through a mouthful of bacon.
"For crying out loud! He's just another kid. You're making it sound like I made a pact with the devil," Harry complained as he stabbed at his food, not particularly hungry.
"Well he's not exactly an angel you know," Neville added, "and it's pretty common knowledge that his father was a Death Eater in the last war."
Harry shivered as he remembered the black, inky masks, with the chalk outlines and blood red irises. For the first time since he shook Malfoy's hand, he began to have second thoughts. He quickly pushed away his preconceptions and assumptions however.
"He can't be that bad. It's not like he's his father just because they're related by blood," Harry argued.
"Whatever," Ron mumbled, continuing to shovel food in his mouth. The red head had been in a bad mood since Malfoy had attacked Ryan yesterday. The two old friends had walked to dinner together, and all seemed well again, until Harry marched in with Malfoy at his side. Ryan had been ready to curse his brother, and if it hadn't been for Ron's involvement, Ryan most certainly would have. Unfortunately, Ron's attempt at protecting Harry, a friend of the snakes, had made him an outcast.
Even Neville seemed disappointed in Harry, causing the raven haired boy to lower his head into his hands. He had agreed to Malfoy's offer of a friendship, and in return Malfoy had agreed to teach him some self defence skills, as Harry's magic potential was obviously horrible. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now…
"What have I done," he groaned.
Transfiguration class didn't improve Harry's mood either. Other than setting enough matchsticks on fire to start a campfire, his transfiguration to a needle had been hopeless. He spent the larger portion of the class eavesdropping on Ryan and Hermione's conversation about becoming an animagus. Harry didn't quite know the specifics of the magic, but it sounded very much like his godfather's ability.
Professor Sprout wouldn't let Harry near any of her precious plants, for after hearing the rumours about the new Potter twin, she feared for the safety of his plants.
"After all," she explained, "if he can set his potion on fire with a stir of a ladle, I fear for what he could do to my plants."
Harry passed the time by watching the students pull catatonic plants from pot plants, trim the roots, pluck off several bulbs from the roots, and then rebury them. Harry watched in amusement as students lined up in front of Professor Sprout for salves for their stinging hands. The plants may have been catatonic, but the razor sharp spikes were a powerful defence mechanism. Only Neville remained unscathed as he smoothly harvested a small bucket of bulbs. Harry found himself smiling proudly as he watched his long lost friend work with a confident smile on his face. There were more than a few students eyeing him jealously.
"He's only good at looking after these stupid vegetables because they're just like his parents," sneered Draco Malfoy near the end of the lesson. Ron paled visibly, and Ryan was reaching for his wand, when the greenhouse glass suddenly began exploding.
Neville stood with his fists clenched tightly, crushing one of the harvested bulbs, sending acidic juices spraying across his robes. As he stood there shaking silently, howling, concussive screams could be hear, shaking the very air, and shattering the glass.
"The mandrakes!" Professor Sprout squealed, and waddled off to calm the plants as she cast a bubblehead charm around her ears to mute the noise.
A venomous tentacular began thrashing it's whip-like, thorn covered stems around itself, smashing several clay pot plants, holding delicate white lilies, which upon impact with the ground began freezing the cobble footpath. Students began slipping on the frozen ground as they ran in a panic, while a row of trees began flowering, releasing traces of pollen through the air, causing hallucinations and drowsiness.
Harry stood in the corner of the greenhouse, as he'd been told to, and wasn't sure whether to be amused or worried. The plants were growing out of control, and it was quite eerie to watch, but the effects seemed harmless enough. A few students had been knocked unconscious by the mandrakes, but Professor Sprout had quickly calmed down the baby plants.
The only one not panicking in the midst of chaos was Neville, who remained shaking, fists clenched, surrounded by a whirlwind of pollen, ice flakes, glass and clay shards. Before anyone could confront him he fled from the room. No one seemed to notice, and no one seemed to care either.
It seemed to Harry, that other than him, no one appeared to make the link between Neville's anger and the flora uprising.
It was after herbology that Harry was scheduled to rendezvous with Malfoy. Harry marched to the far end of the lake, far away from any onlookers, including Hagrid in his little hut. He arrived there what he thought had been early, but found Malfoy already in the clearing, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Honestly Potter, when I said three in the afternoon, I meant three in the afternoon, not fifteen minutes later," Malfoy drawled. His eyes widened in confusion however when Harry pulled his bandless watch from his pocket and glanced at it.
"According to this I'm actually an hour and a half early. Then again, it did stop working a while ago now that I think about it," Harry replied, enjoying taunting the cool headed boy. It was to no avail however, as the Prince of Hogwarts wouldn't rise to the bait.
"What did you say to Neville earlier?" Harry asked Malfoy, and shuddered as the Prince of Hogwarts laughed merrily.
"That his parents are vegetables, which is basically true. They're in a magical hospital, demented and catatonic after Death Eaters tortured them beyond insanity."
"That's not funny Malfoy," Harry said softly, fighting his inner urge to flee right now before he sacrificed his life.
"No, but you know what is?" Malfoy asked, and Harry could tell that he was testing him, but Harry really didn't want to hear the rest. He tried to leave, but found that his legs were pinned to the ground
"What happened to Ginny Weasley six years ago," Malfoy whispered.
"I was wrong about you, Malfoy," Harry snarled at him, feeling his feet heat up as he tried to break out of the entrapping curse.
"And I was wrong about you Potter. I thought that you would hold justifiable rage at those who've wronged you all these years, but you're just as foolish as your brother." Malfoy began walking away from the clearing. "This is the last time we'll meet on friendly terms Potter," Malfoy said, spitting Harry's surname. It held no respect anymore, but the same resentment Malfoy had spoken with to Ryan.
By the time Harry could tear his feet apart from the ground Malfoy had walked far off into the distance, back towards the castle. Harry felt betrayed. He had placed his trust in someone, believing to ignore the rumours that surrounded the individual, as he had so desperately wanted people to do for him. His trust had been betrayed though.
Harry began walking back to the castle, simultaneously forcing himself to calm down. He hadn't been this angry in a long time, and the last time he had been angry. The sounds of screams played through his mind, causing him to shudder and wince. Acrid smoke and incriminating flames flashed around the wooden building, consuming the dry timber and the bare flesh. Sizzling and burning and destroying. Adults screaming. Children crying. Harry just standing there in the center of the deathly chaos.
Harry was so entrapped in his nightmares that he almost walked right by Neville Longbottom. The solitary boy was sitting outside one of the greenhouses, patting the soil around a patch of short plants in the afternoon sunlight. Harry grimaced as he remembered Malfoy's comment, and began to realized how much pain Neville was probably in right now. Harry couldn't empathize, as he hated his own parents, but he didn't wish this kind of pain on anyone.
Harry approached his friend, careful to make lots of noise as he scuffled his way over. Neville never looked up once though, just continued to pat away at the soil.
"Hey Neville," Harry said softly, kneeling beside him.
" 'lo Harry," the boy said miserably. Harry didn't know what to say to cheer him up. He didn't want to admit that he had found out about the state of his parents, but he didn't know how else to confront the situation.
Instead, Harry watched Neville pat the soil carefully and lovingly with his hands. Harry watched in fascination as the leaves of the plant seemed to almost stretch towards the young gardener, as if they were trying to embrace him.
"That's incredible Neville," Harry said, watching him work with the plants.
"What d'ya mean?" Neville asked, still not looking up from his work.
"The way you can get the plants to respond to you like that. It's incredible." The compliment caused Neville to finally look up, and stare at Harry momentarily. He seemed to be judging whether Harry was serious or making fun of him. Finally realizing Harry's true intentions, he gave a small, embarrassed smile.
"Thanks Harry, but it's nothing special. I'm just patting at the soil, it's not like I'm doing anything magical, am I?"
"What are you talking about? Look at how the plant's reacting to you. The leaves are bending towards you, if that's not magic, then I don't know what is."
Neville eyed the plant curiously, but quickly shook his head as he rejected Harry's comment.
"I'm not doing anything magical Harry, trust me."
"I don't trust you Neville, you barely sound like you trust yourself," Harry replied blandly, before glancing around, trying to find a way to convince his friend.
"Here, I've got it Neville. See how this plant has this flower?"
"You mean the one that hasn't bloomed yet?"
"Yeah, that one. I want you to make it bloom." Silence followed Harry's order.
"I'm sorry Harry," Neville finally said, "I know you haven't been in the magical world for a long time, but you simply can't do that. It's impossible, magic can't do everything."
"Bullshit, if magic can make my godfather turn into a dog, magic can make a flower bloom early. Go ahead, try it," Harry urged.
"What do you want me to do!" Neville exclaimed helplessly.
"Just do what you usually do when you work with the plants. Just this time around… communicate with them, or something. Ask them to bloom early for you."
"Harry…" Neville warned, but Harry wouldn't have any of it.
"Just humour me, alright?"
Neville turned back to the plant, and took out his wand, and was about to point it at the unbloomed flower when Harry yanked the stick out of his hands.
"No wands. Just talk to it."
"Harry, I can't do magic without my wand," Neville complained. Harry recalled the greenhouse experience earlier in the day, when Neville's anger had caused the mandrakes to erupt, the venomous tentacular to go into a frenzy, and for the blooming flowers to release their pollen. This kid definitely had self esteem issues.
"Just humour me?" Harry repeated.
Neville sighed, but turned back to the plant, and placed his hands on the soil around it. He closed his eyes, and began muttering under his breath. Harry couldn't hear what he was saying, but he got the gist of it. Neville was asking for permission.
Harry watched in uncontained excitement as the green bud began to split open and white tendrils and petals peeked out of their shell. The colourful insides forced their way out, until the stamen poked their tips out and released a soft fragrance of sweet honey.
"See Harry, I told you it was-" Neville broke off in mid-sentence as he gaped at the beautiful blooming icy white flower. His mouth opened and closed several times like a fish.
"I'm sorry, what were you about to say Neville?" Harry asked teasingly, but there was an undercurrent of awe in his voice.
"That it was possible," Neville whispered softly.
"Like I said, nothing is impossible with magic," Harry replied confidently.
"You're incredibly Harry, you know that?" Neville said, now gaping at Harry instead of the flower.
"Err, what did I do?" he said nervously.
"You just helped me defy all the laws of magic I've learnt about plants, simply because you believed it was possible."
"And?"
"Harry, you don't understand. Witches and Wizards don't view magic the same way you do. They all grew up with it. Even the Muggleborns did, considering age eleven is still pretty young. They take magic for granted, and when they hear about rules and laws, they accept them, simply because everyone else does."
"But you didn't grow up with magic," Neville explained, speaking in a passion.
"You didn't grow up with the prejudiced about magic, and about what's possible and what's not. You think magic is some tool to do absolutely anything you want-"
"Because it is," Harry interrupted.
"There! That attitude right there! You honestly believe that with magic, nothing is impossible."
"With that belief, you could be invincible!"
Harry WILL become awesome soon. Just hang around, please please please!
Cheers
-Council