Another Evan's
By: Angela angela_tenshi@yahoo.com
Notes: You all rock, have I mentioned that before? Thank you so much for emailing and reviewing me.
This is a very dialogue driven chapter forgive me.
Part 10:
Spike opted to go back to the office, seeing as Willow wasn't going to let anything happen to Harry. They arrived at the apartment and right away Harry noticed that it was different.
"What happened here?"
"Oh, well I didn't know you were a wizard so I put a glamour spell on my magic stuff till I could break the news gently to you." Willow gave an empathetic look and put her hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Harry, I'm afraid that Magic is real." Her lips curled into a small and Harry's did the same.
"How is it that you do wandless magic?" Harry asked taking a seat in the living room. Willow followed suit and joined him.
"My magic is quiet different then yours Harry. No, don't talk for a moment let me finish. You see you're magic is a part of you. Now mine wasn't always so. I was born what you call a muggle."
Harry couldn't help it, he interrupted.
"But how is that possible? Muggles can't do magic."
Willow smiled.
"Who says so? I hate to tell you this Harry but the wizarding world that you live in is rather biased, and sometimes as blind to things in the world as most muggles. Muggles can do magic, they just have to access it a different way then you. Because it's not a part of them they have to draw the energy from the elements or by petitioning a god for help."
"Like you did when you turned that Death Eater into a rat?"
"Exactly like that. Hecate is the most powerful of the magically goddess."
"But since you petitioned for Hecate's help in turning him in a rat, how will Voldemort change him back? I have strong doubts that he 'prays' to anyone."
"There's more then one way to skin a nerd Harry. If he knew the counter spell all he would have to do is ask Hecate to depart, however if he has any skill in transfiguration he might fix him that way."
"So magic is interchangeable?"
"Not always, but sometimes. You're magic is very much like a science, there are certain potions, and spells and ways to flick you're wrist, one way to do things and one way only. My type of magic is very primal, and very dangerous. That's why my magic is often referred to as The Dark Arts. Now don't give me that look, it's not all evil, some of the magic is very pure light magic, but you know what they say about too much of a good thing."
"Could I do you're type of magic?" Harry asked.
"Probably, it would probably be easier for you to learn it then it was for me. You won't get physically drained like I did when I started. But why would you want to, you have a wand?"
"That Death Eater broke my wand and threw it into the ocean."
"Harry I can teach you a few incantations and spells for protection but I don't want you traveling down my path."
"I won't, I don't want to go to a dark place with magic."
"Neither did I, but that didn't stop me from almost ending the world."
Harry paled.
"You nearly ended the world!"
"I'm guessing Spike skimmed over that part did he?"
Harry nodded, and Willow took that as her cue to tell the entire story of what happened two years before, then continued on to tell him about the first and the final battle.
***
Harry sat in stunned silence.
"Harry, are you ok?"
"I had no idea that magic could be that powerful. If I could wield that kind of power I could destroy Voldemort for good."
"No!" There was a lot of power behind that no, Harry could practically feel it.
"Why? If I could."
"Harry, once you start down that path you risk becoming just as bad if not worse then Voldemort."
"But you came back."
"At what cost though Harry? I almost destroyed the world, I have human blood on my hands and that can never wash off. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night because I can still hear Warren screaming. I almost didn't come back; I almost killed my best friend. Sure you think that you can handle it, after all think of the lives that you would be saving, but it corrupts you, and soon you can't live with out it. You think to your self that it will all balance out the lives you save verses the darkness that you wield. But it doesn't Harry, it never balances out."
Harry cast his eyes down, he knew she was right.
"Harry you are so lucky, you have teachers who will guild you and help you make the right choices when it comes to magic. With me I had to stumble around in the dark, hoping that my spells would work out right."
Willow scruffed up Harry's already scruffed hair, and smiled at him.
"Tell me about your self Harry, I want to know the REAL Harry Potter."
By: Angela angela_tenshi@yahoo.com
Notes: You all rock, have I mentioned that before? Thank you so much for emailing and reviewing me.
This is a very dialogue driven chapter forgive me.
Part 10:
Spike opted to go back to the office, seeing as Willow wasn't going to let anything happen to Harry. They arrived at the apartment and right away Harry noticed that it was different.
"What happened here?"
"Oh, well I didn't know you were a wizard so I put a glamour spell on my magic stuff till I could break the news gently to you." Willow gave an empathetic look and put her hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Harry, I'm afraid that Magic is real." Her lips curled into a small and Harry's did the same.
"How is it that you do wandless magic?" Harry asked taking a seat in the living room. Willow followed suit and joined him.
"My magic is quiet different then yours Harry. No, don't talk for a moment let me finish. You see you're magic is a part of you. Now mine wasn't always so. I was born what you call a muggle."
Harry couldn't help it, he interrupted.
"But how is that possible? Muggles can't do magic."
Willow smiled.
"Who says so? I hate to tell you this Harry but the wizarding world that you live in is rather biased, and sometimes as blind to things in the world as most muggles. Muggles can do magic, they just have to access it a different way then you. Because it's not a part of them they have to draw the energy from the elements or by petitioning a god for help."
"Like you did when you turned that Death Eater into a rat?"
"Exactly like that. Hecate is the most powerful of the magically goddess."
"But since you petitioned for Hecate's help in turning him in a rat, how will Voldemort change him back? I have strong doubts that he 'prays' to anyone."
"There's more then one way to skin a nerd Harry. If he knew the counter spell all he would have to do is ask Hecate to depart, however if he has any skill in transfiguration he might fix him that way."
"So magic is interchangeable?"
"Not always, but sometimes. You're magic is very much like a science, there are certain potions, and spells and ways to flick you're wrist, one way to do things and one way only. My type of magic is very primal, and very dangerous. That's why my magic is often referred to as The Dark Arts. Now don't give me that look, it's not all evil, some of the magic is very pure light magic, but you know what they say about too much of a good thing."
"Could I do you're type of magic?" Harry asked.
"Probably, it would probably be easier for you to learn it then it was for me. You won't get physically drained like I did when I started. But why would you want to, you have a wand?"
"That Death Eater broke my wand and threw it into the ocean."
"Harry I can teach you a few incantations and spells for protection but I don't want you traveling down my path."
"I won't, I don't want to go to a dark place with magic."
"Neither did I, but that didn't stop me from almost ending the world."
Harry paled.
"You nearly ended the world!"
"I'm guessing Spike skimmed over that part did he?"
Harry nodded, and Willow took that as her cue to tell the entire story of what happened two years before, then continued on to tell him about the first and the final battle.
***
Harry sat in stunned silence.
"Harry, are you ok?"
"I had no idea that magic could be that powerful. If I could wield that kind of power I could destroy Voldemort for good."
"No!" There was a lot of power behind that no, Harry could practically feel it.
"Why? If I could."
"Harry, once you start down that path you risk becoming just as bad if not worse then Voldemort."
"But you came back."
"At what cost though Harry? I almost destroyed the world, I have human blood on my hands and that can never wash off. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night because I can still hear Warren screaming. I almost didn't come back; I almost killed my best friend. Sure you think that you can handle it, after all think of the lives that you would be saving, but it corrupts you, and soon you can't live with out it. You think to your self that it will all balance out the lives you save verses the darkness that you wield. But it doesn't Harry, it never balances out."
Harry cast his eyes down, he knew she was right.
"Harry you are so lucky, you have teachers who will guild you and help you make the right choices when it comes to magic. With me I had to stumble around in the dark, hoping that my spells would work out right."
Willow scruffed up Harry's already scruffed hair, and smiled at him.
"Tell me about your self Harry, I want to know the REAL Harry Potter."