As usual- reviews fuel my motivation. All the earlier chapters are translated now I believe, German to English, so you can understand them better.
Thanks to Aristane for the German translation.
He'd almost died.
He'd apparated, tearing space and time apart with a pulse of magic. You weren't supposed to do it without a wand. It was dangerous enough as it is, worse when you did it wandless, worse still if you were in a bad mental headspace and he was still at that time reeling from the death of Mrs Figgs and the feeling that he'd betrayed his true love Sappho.
He'd torn himself into pieces and collapsed in the Weasley's attic. His lifeblood had dripped red on the wooden floor as the sunlight poured in from a window. The family's ghoul had hidden away in fear, making panting noises and little shrieks. He was alone and dying.
Mrs Weasley had saved him. As he had desperately flicked through the skill menu trying to find something that could save him she'd cast her healing charm. She'd then fought and, given the fact that he was lying in Bill's old bed, defeated or warded off Sappho. He owed her big.
He'd had that a lot recently. He'd been forced to let others take the risks for him. Mrs Figgs had died protecting him from Sappho, his horrible but still family family of the Dursleys had been ripped apart. He'd brought danger to Mrs Weasley's house. The woman was like a mother to him and he'd risked her and her family. He'd never forgive himself if he hurt her or Ron or Ginny.
He swung his legs to the ground, his fists clenched, his face tight and focused. He'd make it right. Bellatrix was the cause of this mess, possessed by Sappho or not. He'd have to stop her. Malfoy too. The Slytherins were all snakes, conspiring against him to hurt his family. He remembered what Fenrir had said. He'd make them pay for what they'd done. This point ability would give him the power. He'd use that power to protect his people.
He stomped to the door, then heard someone on the other side. He then noticed (he had been distracted) a small flashing green arrow which pointed to the other side. He stepped back as Mrs Weasley entered.
"Harry, I heard you and- what is it?" She was injured- a curse wound on her side that was poorly healed, several scratches and bruises on her face. He'd done this. He turned away in shame and replied to her.
"Nothing. It's nothing!" He slammed down onto the bed and grabbed it tightly.
"Calm down. She's gone. You're safe." She said, frowning at him.
He stood again and paced back and forth. "I am calm. I'm calm. Calm as a person can be when they have a damn death eater attacking everyone they care about." He said, lips tight.
She paused, letting him pace back and forth as she thought. Then she spoke. "It's not your responsibility to deal with them. You're just a child. You can let us handle it."
Harry slammed his hand against the wooden wall and spoke to her, his tone shrill.
"I'm not just a child. I'm the person who has to handle Lord Voldemort's assassins. I can't be just a child."
"Don't shout at me."
He sighed, turned, and stepped towards her. "I'm not shout-"
In an instant she had her wand out and Harry couldn't move. He hadn't even seen her flick her wand, it was so fast. Frozen solid he fell forward to the floor. He could smell the polish, see the old damaged wood, and couldn't move.
Mrs Weasley spoke calmly, holding her wand softly and confidently in her hand. "I'm very sorry that I had to stop you. I think it must be that German magic surrounding you. I broke the love spell but I couldn't break that. I'll try to make something stronger- Dumbledore entrusted me with your safety and I'll guarantee it."
Harry couldn't lose this power- the power to grow stronger that this supposedly German magic gave him. He was pissed off, he could feel that, and with good reason. Mrs Weasley's power was strong though. He couldn't move anything other than his eyes. He mentally summoned the skills thing. He had an idea of how he could escape.
His skills were in three tiers that he could see. There were the weaker ones, like pottery making or history, that cost 100, 200, or 400 points for each power up. There were powerful but common ones like intimidation and broomstick riding that cost 1000, 2000, 4000, or 6000 for each powerup. There were a few very rare ones that started at 5000, ones like Parseltongue. He was looking for wandless magic.
There, he had it. He recognized the symbol next to it- a witch was turning a flower into a butterfly. He was at the level schlammblut, the second level. It cost 2000 of his points to take it to the next level, tierwesen. He hurriedly blinked his eyes at it.
He felt a rush of knowledge and understanding fill him. He could sense the magic around him better, sense the power that bound him. Tendrils of power were coiled along every muscle in his body holding him still. He tore at those tendrils with his own magic.
They resisted him, most of his magic being forced back. His head started to burn with pain.
He'd not been repulsed fully though. He'd freed his mouth, his neck and looked up at Mrs Weasley, about to leave the room.
He called out. "I'm sorry! Please don't go. It's my mother's magic. I don't want to lose it."
Two words popped up over her head. Erfolg: Lügen.. He'd succeeded at something.
Mrs Weasley turned, and he felt a sinking darkness of guilt inside him, as she looked at him. As he did his wandless magic faltered and the spell re-asserted itself, fully binding him again. "Lily gave you that? You have her her eyes too. And her strength with wandless magic." Her tone was warmed and gentler. She slowly drew her wand out and flicked it at him. He felt his body free itself.
Taking a deep breathe, he spoke slowly. "She gave me a lot. I don't want to lose anything she gave me. She's my mother. I'm sorry about getting angry earlier, I'm just so frustrated. I'll be better." Ausfall: Lügen.. He'd failed at whatever.
She frowned at him. "You're not sorry- I'm a mother too. I can tell when you're lying to me. If you can keep your temper down we'll be fine though. Avoid making poor choices." As she said those last words the temperature of the room went down a few degrees, the air crackled with power, and as Mrs Weasley looked at he saw a darkness and power behind her eyes. He gulped, nodded, and swallowed.
"I'll be good."
A moment later her face went from harsh and dark to happy and cheerful.
"Well, now that's over, I've got lots of delicious food made for you. My family came back briefly after the attack, but since I dealt with it they left." She looked down, sighed, and then looked up again at Harry, a keen and slightly desperate look on her face. "You look like you could do with some food. I'll make sure you're no longer starving."
He got up and started to walk with her.
"So what were you saying about that German magic? I don't know much about it."
They slowly paced down the hallway, Mrs Weasley limping across, one hand on the wall.
"It's wrapped around you, inside you. Why, what does it do?"
"Gives me messages for some reason."
She nodded. They turned round to a pair of stairs.
"Yes, I saw one earlier. It said Success: Intimidation."
Harry stopped walking.
"Hey wait. You can speak German?"
Mrs Weasley nodded. "They revolutionized alchemy- they're worth learning if you want to get anywhere with magic."
"Could you teach me? What does..." He spoke slowly and carefully. "Tiiieuhweeeehsurn mean? Or Haaaarbuhluuuut? It might make me feel closer to my mother." It might do many things. But he really had to avoid lying with someone who could see and understand the symbols. What if she looked up?
She smiled warmly and one armed embraced his shoulder, keeping some distance from him.
"I'd be happy to help you get closer to your mother. Lily was a wonderful woman. We did some amazing magic together and it'll be good to touch some of her work again."
Harry went fully into the hug. A moment later Mrs Weasley hugged him back. He'd been very tense. But he'd get through this. Then they started off again.
Soon they reached the kitchen again, small and cozy and comfortable. An intense aroma of food hit him.
In front of him was a huge feast. Chicken and Ham pie, cake, potatoes, ice cream, mince pies, cauliflower, soups. The small table was packed with. He blinked. Was he supposed to eat all of this?
"Excuse me." Ginny pushed by, coughing as she went.
Harry felt a rush of blood and desire, remembering their kiss. Then he felt something wet and slimy on his shoulder. He looked and saw a very large snotty boogie hanging on his shoulder, all yellow and slimy.
"Ehhhh." He hurriedly flicked the boogie aside.
Mrs Weasley shook her head disgusted, and flicked her wand. The wet patch and the boogie vanished. "I raised you to use a handkerchief Ginny."
"Sorry mum." Ginny sniffled, and wiped her snotty nose with her sleeve. "Oh hello Harry." She waved at him. She was more confident than he'd remembered. More snotty too.
"Hello err..." he knew her name, but he was smart enough to pretend he didn't since he hadn't been introduced.
"My name is Gi- Gi-" Molly flicked her wand again and a shimmering blue bubble appeared around Ginny's mouth and nose, a Bubblehead charm.
"-Ginny!" She sneezed in the direction of the food. The flecks of snot and fluid hit the edge of the charm and slowly vanished.
That had dampened his lust. He'd had a huge crush on her when she was older but he should really avoid trying to seduce the preteen version of Ginny. He was an adult, mentally. Physically too in some ways- his strength and speed had increased if anything from when he was in sixth form to now when he was in a ten year old's body.
Molly walked over to her daughter and pulled her into her arms tightly. "She's been pretty sick. Don't worry, the food is fine. Tuck in."
"Sure, thank you."
He felt very full. His strength hadn't reduced, despite his smaller body. His stomach seemed to be able to hold as much food too, somehow. That hadn't stopped Mrs Weasley's enthusiasm though, and she seemed to take it as a personal challenge whenever he managed to empty his plate. Ginny had been fun too. She was chatty, more confident, and despite her illness, very lively. Right now he was 'trying out for the first time' the family's old broomsticks with her while Molly watched and occasionally summoned targets for them to hit or called out advice.
Ginny was very friendly. Despite the earlier... incident he was starting to feel the sorts of feelings he'd felt for her before.
That green arrow was still pointing at Molly. He wondered why. He remembered what she'd done to him. Touched him with her magic somehow. He looked carefully at her. Then a little message popped up over her head. Molly Weasley. Hohe zauberer, Verbündete. The first bit was about her level- level 6 of power, plus hohe whatever that meant. The second part...
A ball whacked into his head from Ginny. He span around, dazed, though he managed to grab the ball before it flew away.
Ginny called out to him, her voice breathy. "No zoning out!"
He grinned at her. "Slave driver."
"You know you love it."
He flew up to her to continue the game. He had an idea though.
"Mrs Weasley, what does Verbundete mean?"
"Team mate?" She looked up. "Ah I see. High wizard Molly. Has a nice ring to it."
"Ginny, want to be my team mate? My Verbundete?"
"Sure, what do you want to play?"
As she spoke, before she consented, a second green arrow appeared, pointing towards Ginny.
This was something he could use.
If he could find Malfoy or Bellatrix he could use this to track them down. He could kill them finally, away from any allies if he could make them his team mates. He would kill to save what was his, slaying and torturing anyone that stood in his way. He laughed and spoke again, rubbing his hands together.
"The game of life. I want to play the game of life."
Translation.
Ausfall: Failure
Erfolg. Success.
Lügen. Lying.
Hohe zauberer. High wizard.
Verbündete=ally