Harry Potter: The Inventor
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All recognizable characters belong to J.
I only own the plot.
P.S I deleted this chapter through refreshing twice. Arrgh!
P.P.S I actually saved it and then it just brought it back to 400 words. I do try.
*A/N I have decided that, unlike the cannon, Arithmancy will be about the art of creating spells (as i think it will make the plot of the book better)
Chapter 2: The Summer Unfolds
Harry woke up as he heard the slam of the front door. He jumped up with a start and, thanks to his months with the DA, he grabbed his wand and whipped it towards the door. After quickly slipping on his glasses, Harry cautiously approached the door of his room. He heard no sound as he pressed his ear hard against the slab of wood hoping against hope that it wasn't a dark wizard and was only a muggle burglar- he could deal with those. When no further sound reached his ears, he gently pushed the door open, cringing when the door squeaked loudly. He stared into the blackness of the stairway, unable to discern what was down there. Unable to see without performing magic, Harry decided to risk it by turning on the light. The proceeding click seemed to deafen him as his adrenaline pumped through his body. There was no sound. Not a footstep, not a breath. As harry turned around, deeply confused, he spotted a note that he could have sworn was not there a moment ago:
Look behind you!
Harry whipped his head around, wand once again at the ready, and saw...
Nothing. Confused even more, Harry once again turned to face the note:
HA HA!
I tricked you!
You were always inferior to me!
Mum told me to tell you that we have gone out to get dad a new car
(as long as it keeps me away from you)
So you shouldn't be worried about no one being in the house. (HA)
Your former punchbag owner,
Dudders
Harry was seething as he stomped back into his bedroom and flung himself onto his bed.
'I wonder how long it took him to come up with that one,' Harry thought to himself.
'The fact that he doesn't know what I've been through just shows how ignorant he is' He muttered.
The strewn papers from last nights "rebuilding brooms" project cluttered the room thanks to his pacing. He was struggling to come up with a cheap way of making the brooms aerodynamic and, well, fast and he had come to the conclusion that this "making business" thing was much harder than he had first perceived it to be.
If only he had a way to somehow do magic outside of school without getting caught by the ministry or Dumbledore (who always meddles in whatever Harry does). But he did. What if... No. No way would that work. What if he found a way to transfer the trace onto something else; an inanimate object that he could carry around, whilst he would be free to do any magic in the comfort of his (well, the Dursleys) own home.
And then, his thoughts came crashing down with those very same words; what if. What if Dumbledore had other ways of tracking his magic (it would explain how quickly he knew about his patronus in fifth year) or, worst still, the ministry had other ways of tracking him. He sighed and lay once again back into his bed it was a shame that his own mind had broken him away from a momentary state of euphorics. I was then that he realized:
'Wait what about...' and his mind exploded into memories. First his wandless casting of Lumos against the Dementors (which he was not apprehended for) and then the duel between Voldemort and Dumbledore where the frequent use of wandless casting he had missed when he was originally in the chaos of the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. If he didn't use his wand then, by logic, he couldn't be tracked due to his trace not detecting his wand doing magic. There was only one problem with this idea however. Harry knew that wandless casting was an incredibly mind exhausting skill and required a strong magical resolve to do so. But, it was possible. It also moved his priority list from the new and improved broomstick as being number one to- Breakfast his body was suggesting.
As he was eating his many slices of buttered toast (which he helped himself to out of the Dursleys fridge) Harry began pondering what was stopping everyone from doing wandless casting? What was the different between normal casting and this archaic art? And how could he learn to complete his latest goal. Arithmancy was surely the answer. It was the key to the language of magic and it had to have something to do with wandless casting. He resolved that he would need to head back upstairs to look into the subject of *Arithmancy with a keener eye. If he could master this then he would finally be free at last.
A/N
Hello again!
I am sorry that this chapter is slightly smaller than the last but I couldn't think of a way to carry on this particular section of the story.
I will however have the next chapter up earlier than this time..
Perhaps, now!
[Evil Laughter ensues]
I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please review to tell me what to improve and to speculate what is going to happen next!
(even though that chapter is already out)
See you in the next chapter :)