Here's the next chapter!
And I am really on steam with this once a week thing. It keeps the spirits up and the chapters rolling. Of course, the way I ended last chapter had me kind of blocked but the help of my Co-Author Nate and the brilliant writing of V.L. Crawford really helped getting the streams flowing again, so to speak.
Now, good news for fans of my older stories, I plan to pick up on those again too, but not as much as I am working on Venquine Mates, Keyblade's Light and Preventing Trouble. I already got a new chapter up for My BDSM Project and I am working on A Change of Fate, but that is it.
I also won't write a new chapter for Fixing Fate anytime soon as my inspiration for that story is just completely snuffed out. I might delete the damn thing and rewrite it, but don't expect anything for that chapter between now and the next few months as I don't think I'll get inspiration for that anytime soon.
Okay, enjoy,
Venquine1990
Co-Author: Nate the Werehog
Chapter 29
Special lessons
Xaldin's POV
I know Demyx is anxious for tomorrow – and that the Melodious Nocturne actually wants to come with me – but my first lesson with Harry on Wind magic is to be private and I am very glad that # 9 can accept this as I call forth a portal and leave Where Nothing Gathers for Hogwarts school.
Harry already awaits me outside the common room and says: "Professor Sprout has an unused classroom next to her office where we can practice. It has a ceiling as high as the Great Hall." This pleases and satisfies me and we quickly head over, easily getting there and locking the door behind us when we arrive.
I then turn to Harry and ask: "How much can you lift wit wind?" And Harry says: "Mostly small things. I have been practicing during meals by letting small things like vegetables and pieces of treacle tart float over to my plate. Professor Flitwick thought I was practicing the Levitation spell."
This makes me laugh and I say: "Good to hear, let's try working up. Take off your shoes and I'll take off my cloak." My son nods and when we are done, I say: "First try to lift my robe. It's off lighter material than your shoes so it should be easier on you and still help you lift bigger objects.
If it doesn't work we'll keep training on your shoes for a while." My son nods and smiles at me widely as he asks: "Is it true that Wind is really one of the elements that Keyblade Wielders can control?" I nod and say: "This is just to help you. Wind is really the defensive element of a Keyblade Wielder.
Once you are done, you should be able to conjure a vortex of wind to surround you at all times. But because Roxas was also capable of sending small gusts of wind at minor opponents, Shadows, Soldiers and such, I want to make sure you can use the element to its full ability."
This makes my son smile widely and for a few minutes he seems to struggle with my cloak, but then I can see his focus changing and slowly but surely I see him lifting parts of my cloak, one at a time. Smiling at how, after several attempts, he has my entire cloak floating horizontally, I nod appraisingly.
Harry smiles and I say: "Let's try to see if you can do what Roxas did. Summon your blade, focus on the wind and move it from your left arm to your right side swiftly. It should cause for a gust of wind to sweep over the floor and make my cloak float up for a while." Harry nods and takes position.
I see his eyes turn to slits as he focuses and wonder if this much focus will help him with the element as Wind is something you have to be able to master easily, which is why most Keyblade Wielders use it for defense. Hoping that I'm wrong, I lean back and watch as my son progresses.
Harry's POV
So far the lesson with my dad has gone great, but I wonder why it takes me so much focus to reach into the power I need for Wind energy. I take a deep breath to further tighten my focus and then suddenly realize what I just did – and what I felt when I did it. I breath in and out a little more and think:
"Of course. I don't have to focus on power. Wind is all around me. If I can just focus on that, I should be able to bend it, like I did during my first classes. Just focus on what I have to do part by part and learn those parts by heart before creating the full wanted effect. That's so much easier!"
I smile widely and close my eyes, straining my ears and hearing the wind blow along the grounds. Then I hear it squeaking through the cracks and dents in the stone structure and finally, finally do I feel my hair move, even if it moves less than an inch, by the breeze of my own breathing.
Breathing out harder and harder, I gather the wind from my breath around my Keyblade and swipe it across my chest as I shout: "Wind!" Causing a gigantic arrow point of wind to sweep over the floor and leap under the cloak, making it shoot and land against the ceiling before it slowly floats back down.
Xaldin's POV
I don't know what just happened, but right after Harry started losing his focus, did he suddenly make such progress that my cloak is still floating down from the ceiling and that the wind he conjured is now crossing the grounds to the green Houses. Still, I couldn't be more proud of my little Wielder.
I smile at my son and then suddenly he summons his left hand Keyblade and before my eyes I see it changing. The black handle now has an elegant, curved, light blue guard. The two halves of the guard do not connect to the top of the handle, while the shaft is blue and it has slightly concave edges.
The head and teeth are comprised of a large, circular hook that nearly forms a complete circle. This hook is divided into alternating, black and blue segments and its outer edge is lined by spikes. The Keychain token at the end of the handle resembles a completely blue version of the head of the blade.
I smile and say: "I guess I won't have to teach you how to summon the wind around you. Whatever you used to learn that technique allowed you full control over the wind." Harry smiles back and says: "Maybe, but I still need a hell of a lot more training when it comes to speed summoning."
I nod and say: "We'll do that next lesson. For now, let's try to see how well you can conjure vortexes around yourself and end it with that. You do have homework, don't you?" Harry nods and for another hour we practice hard, Harry even teaching me how to use the same technique as Keyblade Wielders.
Then it's time to say goodbye and I hug my son tightly, whispering: "You'll be in hell tomorrow, kid. Demyx is worried sick about you." Harry smiles and says: "Give him a full report, will you? And thank him for caring so much." I nod and whisper: "We all do, son." Before leaving.
Harry's POV
I know Daddy Xaldin has great trouble showing emotion and I know the words we all do, son are – to him – a big step in the right direction, but still, I would have liked to have walked him out of Hogwarts myself. Understanding that the man wants to save face as much as possible, I snicker and leave the room.
But then, just when I close the door, does my eye fall on something that makes me almost keel over laughing and Professor Sprout, who just left her office, asks: "Is something the matter, Mr. Potter?" But I shake my head and motion inside, where my dad's cloak is still floating down to the ground.
Demyx's POV
I have waited days for these lessons to start and after the whole incident with the Heartless and the visit to Hades, my need to see my little boy and prove to myself that he is alright has skyrocketed, meaning I am all the happier with the fact that Dumbledore allowed for us to have private music lessons.
Harry is already waiting for me at the unused classroom right next to Pomona's office – the same he practiced in with Xaldin yesterday – and he has the guitar I gave him for his birthday as I close off the portal. My son smiles at me and says: "I mastered the Wind element yesterday, Daddy Demyx."
I smile and say: "I know, Daddy Xaldin kept his word. He told me the whole story, including your new Keyblade. Can I see?" Harry nods and shows me the Leviathan, making me smile at all the blue and white in the blade. He then says: "And check this out, I tried it last night after finishing my homework."
And he calls back his Keyblade, before sitting on the desk and holding his hand just a few inches away from the snares. I look closely and see his breathing deepen as he moves his hand like a wave over the strings, actually pulling them with wind and letting them go, causing sound to be heard.
I look shocked and have my mouth open while Harry asks: "Pretty neat, huh?" I nod and Harry says: "I can only do a few notes so far, with quite a couple of seconds in between each note, but I have been practicing, so I should be able to do full songs soon enough. Do you like it, dad?"
I smile widely and ask: "Do I like it? I LOVE IT! Harry, you are so my son. Using magic to play music, that is just like water and my Sitar. I am just so proud of you!" And I hug my son tightly, the boy laughing at my rant and I whisper: "My little boy, my little wind blower." Making Harry say:
"Wind blower! I like it!" And I return: "I'll run it by the Organization, if you want? Make it your new title?" But Harry shakes his head and says: "I like it more as a personal nickname. Like for you and me or for whoever I start dating with – if I ever start." And the shudder afterwards has me laughing.
I then say: "Okay, back to your guitar." But then a brilliant idea drops out of the sky and right into my brain and I say: "Wait a second, if you can use the Wind element on your guitar, then maybe you can use your guitar like a second wand. To use magic through the tunes. Make magical music!"
Harry looks at me shocked and then says: "You – are a genius." Making me smile as I really have my rare moments where a good idea hits me in the head and I say: "Rarely, but yes, I have my moments." Making him laugh hard, before I say: "Alright little wind blower, let's get to work!"
Harry nods and stems his guitar for a few minutes before he starts playing the starter tunes of a few songs we practiced during our rehearsals at home. Harry is especially fond of – and talented with – the songs from the international Musical called the Sound of Music and My Favorite Things is his current specialty.
I smile at how my son practices the tunes for that song for at least a quarter of an hour of our session, but then notice something and upon closer inspection do I see waves – like waves of a blowing wind – floating out of my son's fingers and the guitar's strings every time he tries this song.
Amazed that my son can really weave Earthen Magic through a simple homemade guitar, I whisper: "I wonder if the magical world even knows of such magic." And decide to have a meeting with Dumbledore right next weekend. Then I focus back on my son and ask: "Harry, do you realize what you're doing?"
Harry's POV
I have no idea what my daddy Demyx is talking about as I am simply going through the same practice as we always go through at the start of our sessions. He smiles when he sees that I don't understand and say: "You're actually proving that our theory can come through, you're producing magical music."
I look shocked and he asks: "Didn't you notice your magic leaving you in streams of wind while you played the tunes for My Favorite Things?" I shake my head and say: "The success of yesterday's session with Daddy Xaldin must still have some effect on me." Making my dad nod in slight agreement.
He then smiles and says: "I am very proud of you, Harry." To which I smile and ask: "Can I try something?" Daddy Demyx looks curious and I pull a small roll of parchment out of my inner robe pocket. I lie it on the desk next to mine and sit on my own, one leg bent and the other leaning over the side.
I then aim my focus and my guitar at the roll and start humming as I play the entire tune, but then sing: "Wingardium Leviosa." And to my shock, as I keep playing my guitar, does it seem as if the tunes coming from my guitar make the roll float, causing it to go higher and higher and reach above our heads.
Daddy Demyx has wide eyes as he sees this and I try a little further, playing the tune a little quicker, thus causing the roll to rise even faster. I then play softer and slower, slower than the song itself and slowly the roll floats back down, holding still in mid air as I hold a tune long before I let it fall.
Again, before I can realize it, does Daddy Demyx have me in his arms and if it weren't for his lean frame and easy hold, would I have tensed as even half a year of loving care can't erase ten years of abuse. Still I don't flinch like I did when I was first adopted and instead smile at my dad widely.
Demyx's POV
"Harry, I can't believe you! You are just so amazing! Magical music! This is fantastic! Wait till I report this back home! I can't wait to see everyone's face." I rant and rant and then grab my son's shoulders and hold him at arm length, widely smiling into his shocked eyes as I happily say:
"We'll hold a concert! You and me! In this school! Just before Christmas! What do you say?" But then Harry asks: "Can it be on Halloween? I want to honor my parents and to sing in their honor." I lie my finger on his lips to shush him and whisper: "I understand. I'll make sure it'll be on Halloween."
Harry smiles at me and I say: "Now enough magic and wind elemental stuff and whatnot. Let's just enjoy some hot dandy tunes." Harry nods and we happily laugh and sing together, Harry having the sweet voice of a Siren as we sing all his favorite songs and after two hours, I decide to stop.
Harry pants as a lot of his favorite songs have parts where you have to hold one certain tune for a long time and I say: "Alright, that's enough. Time to call it a day and leave for our dinners and beds." Harry nods and I can see a large grin on his face as I let him walk me out of Hogwarts.
At the gates, I turn to Harry and say: "Next week we'll try some of the other spells you've been learning. And don't forget that there's a Dusk keeping an eye on you. Contact it if you encounter a Heartless or a Keyhole. I'll meet with Dumbledore this weekend about the concert, okay?"
Harry nods and hugs me tightly around the neck, making me smile, while I feel bad for not telling him the prophesy, something we had all agreed on not telling him until we were sure Neville was the other child. I then kiss him on the forehead gently and leave the gates, calling a portal once I pass them.
And that's where I leave it!
And great news! Thanks to a small comment made by my fellow Author Nate; we already have a subject for next chapter. It will cause for me to do some research and will definitely need both our imagination, but it will also help with the little ending we had created for the last chapter.
Okay, enjoy,
Venquine1990
Co-Author: Nate the Werehog
