The 11 Gifts by EnchantedUnicorn

Chapter 11

The 10th Gift


A/N: This chapter might look short, because of the page length, but it is actually my longest chapter, with more than 3000 words.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Dursley's residence:

Washing the dishes was one of the hardest and most disgusting chores in the Dursley's household. The Dursley's had appalling manners, and they ate like greedy little pigs, especially Dudley and Uncle Vernon. Food that strongly resembled crushed bugs stayed stuck on the dishes, stubbornly refusing to get off. And this was only lunch. For dinner, a guest would be arriving, and he was expected to prepare the house perfectly for his arrival.

I wish these dishes can just… clean themselves! Harry thought, looking out the window, snorting as he imagined the dishes suddenly become sparkling clean.

Harry looked down to check if there was still any grease or food left on the dish, and was surprised at what he saw. The dish was truly immaculate, just as he pictured it! He glanced at the other dishes, and they looked equally clean.

Magic is brilliant!

He quickly sharpened his hearing to discover anyone who happened to be watching, and when he heard none, he squeezed his eyes shut and thought, 'I wish these dishes can just dry themselves!' and pictured the dry dish all neatly stacked up, then waved his hand as if he had a wand. The dry dishes "hurried" on top of each other, resulting in the way exactly how Harry wanted it to be.

Now, Harry decided to experiment something slightly different. He raised his hand so it was pointing at the direction of the cabinet door, and thought, 'Open slowly,' picturing the action. The door obeyed him, and bit by bit, it opened, revealing a couple of unused dishes.

Well, what Harry wanted to try next was a very risky step. One slip, and the whole process would be ruined, and he would have to face Uncle Vernon's wrath. Harry was determined to make no mistakes. Harry took a few deep breaths to steady himself, before raising his open hand again, this time in the direction of the dishes. 'Rise,' wished Harry, and when the dishes rose, he carefully and slowly waved his hand to the right, where the cabinet was. As his hand moved to the right, the dishes followed. Harry's hand halted when the dishes reached the cabinet, and the dishes stopped, floating in midair. Now all Harry need to accomplish was getting the dishes in the cabinet. He raised his hand a little more, and the dishes floated higher up in the air. Harry made a careful pushing motion with his hand, and the dishes entered the cabinet, directly on top of the other ones. Down Harry's hand went, and when the unused dishes were right beneath the used ones, Harry closed up his hand into a fist, and the magic ended.

Harry beamed –he did it! He completed the entire process of washing the dishes using magic! But performing magic surely was tiring, Harry thought to himself as he slumped down on the couch. Oh well, he might as well get used to it, because according to himself, he was going to use his ability more than a couple times.


Harry was trying furiously to clean Uncle Vernon's best suit in the bathroom. Uncle Vernon's words repeatedly rang in his head:

"You better be done cleaning my best shirt, ironing it, and polishing my best shoes by the time I get home! Or else!"

It was the same words and the same shirt and shoes every time, Harry sighed. He was still exhausted from the magic he performed (oh-so perfectly) to wash the dishes. All he needed was some energy, then he would be able to clean the shirt using magic. How about if he made a chocolate bar appear? That shouldn't use a lot of energy, and supposedly it would give him a decent amount of calories.

Well, nothing is better than experience, Harry thought as he leaned against the counter.

I want a chocolate bar, wished Harry, picturing one, and trying to imagine the smell and the taste. Suddenly, a picture of a half-eaten chocolate bar appeared in his head. No, no, no! thought Harry frantically, trying to erase the image from his mind. But, as he pictured, the latter chocolate bar appeared on the counter.

Yuck, go away! Harry who was disgusted by the bar, hastily demolished it.

Harry held his hand out in front of him, and looked up towards the ceiling. Okay, I wish for a FULL chocolate bar, Harry thought exasperatedly, picturing an entire chocolate bar in his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a brief flicker of movement, and looked down to see if he was successful. Fortunately, he was, and he hungrily devoured the tasty snack.

Phew, step number one done. Now, how many more to go?

Harry slowly picked up the shirt, wincing at the ridiculous size of it. He shook it multiple times to let the dust fall, before laying it down on the counter again. There were many stains and a couple grease marks, Harry observed as he examined the shirt. Well, better get rid of those marks. Harry could picture the shirt clean, but it was too risky. What if his thoughts wandered, and he forget to add the collar to his imaginary picture? Or what if he accidently changed the shirt into a neon pink color, and he couldn't change it back? No, he was not taking any chances. He only needed to find a way to make the stains and marks disappear… Disappear, that's it!

Harry ran his finger back and forth along a grease mark, and thought, Disappear! Miraculously, the mark disappeared, and he repeated the action, only with a stain. Disappear! Again, it disappeared, and Harry's finger touched multiple soiled spots while he chanted, Disappear! in his head. Doing the same to the other side, the shirt was soon immaculate.

Step number two done, time for the ironing. This should be easy...

Hovering his hands over the shirt, Harry thought, Straighten, straighten, straighten, over and over again, while gradually moving his hands around in the air. Green beams shot out of his hands, straightening out the portion of the shirt that the beam hit. Flipping the shirt over, he repeated the process, doing it quicker and more confidently.

Satisfied with the shirt, Harry moved on to the shoes; step number three.

Harry had been dreaming of trying this for a long time; letting a shoe polisher polish a shoe by itself! And there was no better chance than now to try it out! Picturing a shoe polisher "dancing" on Uncle Vernon's shoes, he thought, I wish that a shoe polisher would polish Uncle Vernon's shoes, and waited. And waited. And waited. When Harry's hope was beginning to run out, an old-fashioned shoe polisher appeared in front Harry, and waddled over to a shoe. Literally sweeping the shoe, the polisher moved around the shoe, polishing it thoroughly. Harry giggled at the polisher when it attempted to sweep the side of the shoe, but obviously failed. After Harry decided that the shoe was polished well enough, he thought, Please move on to the next one. It obeyed, hopping over to the other shoe, and polished it completely. Harry smiled happily at how entertaining and quick this job had just become, and thought, You may go now, Mr…. Shoe Polisher, and as quick as a wink, the shoe polisher blinked away.

Uncle Vernon's suit was completed, thank God, and his next chore was to tidy up the living room and kitchen.


Again exhausted, Harry ate an apple and other fruits to refill his energy in the kitchen. After his energy with sufficiently refilled, he began his task.

Now, how would Harry fulfill his task? He cannot charm to whole room to tidy up all at once- he would be lost in the jumble of flying objects. The only way was to do each item, or each area, one by one.

Suddenly, Harry had an acceptable idea. Trying out the idea, Harry turned to the stove, and on it there were a couple pots and pans.

Snap! Harry who was staring at the stove, snapped his fingers, while thinking, Go back to your original places, and was delighted when a cabinet door opened, and they did indeed go inside the cabinet. Most of the kitchen was neat and tidy; there was no need to do further actions.

Heading towards the living room, Harry snapped his fingers at the table, while thinking, Go back! Remotes and pencils flew back to their original places. Snapping his finger at the couch, the pillows arranged themselves to their proper positions, and several coins floated out, heading towards Dudley's piggy bank. Finally, he snapped his fingers soundly at the china tea set, and it shuffled around to find its home. Satisfied, Harry sat down to rest, thinking about all that has happened.

Magic sure made things easier for Harry. Not only that, but it entertains him as well. With magic as simple as this, Harry can almost do anything, from moving a cup to destructing a house. This was probably the 10th gift, and Harry had to admit, it was the best one too. But couldn't all wizards and witches do this, since they could all do magic? Wait… wizards and witches used wands. But Harry wasn't using a wand, he was doing wandless magic. Is that a rare or powerful ability?

After continuing to ponder about his magic, Harry got up to cook dinner. No, he was not going to cook it. Instead, he was planning on magicking it out. Thinking about a large (yes, very large) plate of pasta and imagining the taste and the smell, he wished for it to appear on the table. A plate of steaming pasta, coated with spaghetti sauce and sprinkled with cheese, appeared on the table. Next, he imagined five Yorkshire puddings (his mum's favorite) and thought about the smell. He remembered the smell on the day he passed the bakery to school because the road was under construction. When it appeared he licked his lips and took one for himself. Immediately he was granted the delicious taste, and he understood why this was savory treat was his mum's personal favorite. After that, Harry prepared the beef brisket, sausages, and salad. He made sure to prepare a great amount of meat, for there was no doubt if he didn't Uncle Vernon would devour most of it himself. Harry looked at the dishes before him, with a thoughtful look on his face. The wine! How could he have forgotten! Harry hurried to get the wine, and even though he didn't need to hurry, or he could have used magic, for simple tasks he preferred get things the done the normal way- without magic as soon as possible.

There was still something wrong though… the heat! The heat would have to stay! I wish that these dishes would keep warm and he waved his hand over the dishes.

Happy with his work, Harry set the plates and utensils on the table, before grabbing his own plate and some food, and heading up back to his bedroom.

Harry prayed that everything would go well.


Harry decided to bring Professor Snape to his house, using his magic. I wish that Professor Snape will… no! Harry realized that that was a very bad idea. What if he was in a meeting of some sort? Or he was talking to a student? No, he was not going to make him appear unknowingly and cause him to have stroke. Harry first had to communicate with Professor Snape, and let him know that he was going to bring him over.

I wish that I can talk to Professor Snape using telepathic speech. His mind cleared, and it seemed to form a connection with Professor Snape.

Meanwhile, Severus was reading his Potions book in his quarters, when he felt a peculiar presence enter his mind. Even if it felt strange, it also felt familiar, so he didn't feel it was necessary to raise him Occlumency shields to a higher level. What did surprise Severus, though, was that this presence was able to get through his Occlumency shields, even if they were on a low level.

Professor Snape? Harry thought. Severus was startled, that was not what he was expecting, but quickly recovered.

Yes Harry?

I am going to bring you over to my bedroom, if you have time.

Why? Not up to some sort of mischief, are you?

No sir. May I?

Very well, do so.

The moment Severus agreed, Harry thought, I wish that Professor Snape would appear in front of me, and Severus was brought to Harry. It was different from a portkey or apparation, since you were always whisked away. But for whatever Harry did, he was not whisked away, instead he was… blinked away. No matter, Severus was pretty sure he would get his answers pretty soon.

"Professor?" Harry asked, concerned. The professor seemed lost in his own thoughts and wasn't responding to Harry.

"Oh, pardon?" Severus snapped out of his trance.

"Professor! Did you see what I did? I wished to speak to you, and I did! And I wished for you to come!" Harry babbled, and beamed.

"Wandless wish magic!" Severus breathed. Even though he had bestowed the 11 gifts on Harry, Harry wouldn't have received that gift unless he had a very strong will. "That is a very rare ability Harry, and useful one too. Only a few wizards and witches can do that. Is there anything else you can do?"

"Err… I can clean the dishes in less than a second, I can remove stains and marks, and can make food appear, err… I don't mean to brag, but I believe I can do anything," Harry admitted, flushing.

Severus nodded approvingly. "I see. Do you want to try out something? It is one of our school subjects. Transfiguration," Severus said.

"Isn't transfiguration the art of transfiguring?" Harry questioned, confused.

"Yes," Severus replied shortly.

Harry nodded. "Alright, what do I transfigure?" Harry asked.

Severus produced a spider. "Transfigure this into a feather."

Harry thought, I wish this would become a feather, and pictured the black, harmless, spider slowly turning into a white feather. Then he waved his hand, while keeping the picture of the feather in his head.

Harry thought he heard someone gasp, but was too concentrated to confirm it. He watched as the spider transfigured into a feather, and heard Severus say, "Well done, Harry. It seems you are natural at Transfiguration, like your father." As much as Severus hated James Potter, he couldn't help but add that fact. After all, Harry did deserve to know something about his father.

"Really? My dad was good at this? What else was he good at?" Harry asked, eager to learn more about his father.

Severus sighed. He should have known this was coming. "Your father was good at Quidditch." At Harry's puzzled expression, he added, "A dangerous and useless sport involving flying on brooms."

"But don't witches fly on brooms?"

"Wizards do too."

"Wicked! It sounds fun!" Harry remarked, his eyes shining.

Here is the James side of Harry, Severus sighed.

"Yes, but nevertheless, studies come first, then Quidditch," Severus said sternly, glowering down at Harry.

Harry gulped. "Yes sir, I understand." After a few seconds, he asked, "What was Mum good at?"

That one was easy. "Charms and Potions. Potions is like cooking, only you brew ingredients together and it requires a great deal of concentration and skill. Charms are spells that add certain properties to a creature or object. You can do many things with potions and charms."

"Can I try?" Harry said hopefully.

"Try what?" Severus raised an eyebrow.

"A charm," Harry said.

Severus sighed. "Very well. Point your hand at the feather, and say Wingardium Leviosa."

Harry raised his hand and pointed it at the feather that Severus put on the desk. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The feather floated up into the air, and when moved his hand, the feather moved too. Closing his hand into a fist, the feather gently floated down.

Wow! It was as if he done this before! Maybe he did... Severus thought, amazed.

"Harry, did you do this before?" Severus asked.

"What? Floating things? Yes, I floated dishes before into a cabinet."

Severus met Harry's gaze squarely. "You do realize, that you are a very powerful wizard."

Harry flushed. "Err… I don't know, sir."

"Well, you will be coming to Hogwarts, the school that I teach in, when you are eleven. I highly doubt that you would have any trouble during your first school year," Severus told Harry.

"Yes, sir. What do you teach, professor? Did you tell me already?" Harry questioned.

"Potions."

"Sir, can you do wandless magic? You seem like a great and powerful wizard to me," Harry observed.

Take that, Potter! You hear what your son just said about me? Severus thought, smirking.

But Severus was uncomfortable and had trouble answering that question, for he was very modest. "Err… well… yes… I can."

"So that means both of us are very powerful, right?"

"Yes, but if you train to your full potential, you would be even more powerful than the greatest wizards of all time. I am sure you can do it!" Severus praised.

"Yes, sir."

"Harry, I will be going now. Thank you for showing me your gift. Next year, you will be going to Hogwarts. Would you like me to help you shop for your items, instead of your abnormal relatives?" Severus offered. He sincerely hoped that Harry would accept.

Harry lit up. "Yes, sir, I would appreciate it greatly. Thank you!"

Severus smiled and nodded. Harry waved back and wished that Severus would return back to his quarters, and his wish was granted. He decided to retire for the night, since using his magic that way was really exhausting.


A/N: How did you like it? I got the snapping and tidying up part from the movie Mary Poppins.

Thanks to the Harry Potter Wiki, I got a lot of info.

There is no Gamp's Law in this universe, so that is how Harry was able to conjure the food out of thin air.

Q: Why does Harry need all the other gifts when he can just wish for anything he needs?

A: For example, wishing for sharp hearing uses more energy than having the gift itself to do it. Basically, using wandless wish magic uses more energy.

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