Unspoken
by Teddylonglong

Please refer to chapter 1 for my disclaimer and warnings. Thank you.

'Oh no, I mustn't do magic here,' Harry recalled, slightly panicking, when several of the other children began to talk at once.

"How did you do that?"

Harry shrugged, uncertain how to respond.

"Leave Harry in peace." Connie stepped over to him, smiling. "I think that was quite brilliant."

"Thanks," Harry replied, feeling very much reassured, glad when the other children went back to playing almost as if nothing out of the usual had happened.

HP

Nevertheless, when Harry returned home after his last class, his mishap of doing magic was still at the forefront of his mind. However, Regina managed to quickly alleviate his fears.

"How did your classmates react?"

Harry shrugged. "They stared, but then they just played on. Only Connie asked me how I did it, but I think she liked it. She was smiling."

"Ah, thank Merlin. That's no problem then. In fact, this morning, Rebecca invisibly followed us to the school and cast a spell at everyone during the ceremony. If someone realises that you can do magic, the spell will disable them to speak about it. You should still try to not cast magic in front of muggles."

Harry nodded. "I know. I am sorry."

Regina smiled. "I know that it's difficult for you, because magic will probably come naturally to you after the two weeks of intensely practising magic with the Unspeakables. That is why Rebecca has taken all possible precautions to ensure that you won't get into trouble. Now, let's have lunch, and then tell me, how was school? What did you do?"

Harry shrugged. "Nothing really."

"Nothing?"

"It was a bit boring. We only played games."

"How are your classmates? Are they nice?"

"Yes, everyone is nice. Rudi is in a wheelchair and Mary's left arm is very short. Kathleen has a small dog."

"What kind of dog is he?"

"I don't know. I forgot, but Lucy and he played together."

=It was fun, although he's a muggle doggy. We could still do some kind of a doggy fight.=

Harry translated for Regina, before he confirmed that he was going to travel to the Unspeakables' office right after lunch.

"That's fine, Harry. Be careful to not use too much magic and have fun. I will have one patient this afternoon, but I should be finished by the time the two of you will be back home."

HP

During the rest of the week, the primary school remained boring. However, his classmates were nice, and he somehow enjoyed playing with them, even if he was now very conscious about not accidentally using magic. To his relief, nothing happened during the rest of the week that would have given him away as a freak – before the last class on Friday.

Mrs. March told them to paint whatever they liked using water colours. After pondering what to do for a moment, Harry happily busied himself painting Lucy and Marlin in the garden, which Lorenzo always used during their lessons. Peter, the boy who reminded him of Dudley but was very nice, on his right side painted some kind of building, while Connie on his left was doing a flower garden. Harry found that it was very beautiful.

Staring at his own painting, he concentrated on giving it a final touch with Lucy and Marlin engrossing themselves in a mock fight, just like the two canines often did, when they met at the Unspeakables' office.

While Connie merely smiled and whispered, "Totally cool," Peter let out a huge gasp, which alerted Harry to the fact that it was probably magic that made animals in a painting move. To his relief, Mrs. March commended Connie's and then his painting, before she proceeded to look at Peter's almost as if nothing was strange.

'Thank Merlin,' Harry thought in relief, wondering if Regina would perhaps like the painting. However, to his disappointment, they were not allowed to take their paintings home. Instead, Mrs. March promised to put all the paintings up onto the wall for their parents to come and look at them one evening four weeks into the school year. "Afterwards, you may of course take them home, as they're yours."

When Mrs. March released them, Connie kept Harry back. "Harry, can you perhaps help me? I want to make such a painting for my mummy, but I can't make it move. Can we meet on Sunday and you show me how to do that?"

Harry's thoughts went haywire. 'What can I tell her?' he feverishly thought, while they walked home together, knowing that Connie's parents' house was almost next to Regina's. He glanced around to make sure that no one was nearby, before he whispered.

"I am sorry, Connie, I can make strange things happen, but I cannot teach you how to do that. I think you can either do them or you can't. Sorry, I don't know how to explain."

Connie nodded, wearing a sad expression. "Oh, that's too bad, because I really like what you can do."

"It's magic," Harry informed her in a small voice, "but you mustn't tell anyone about it. If you bring me your painting and tell me what you want me to do with it, I can try."

"Thank you, Harry."

HP

By the time Harry returned from the Unspeakables' office that evening, Regina smiled. "Your friend Connie came by earlier."

"Oh." Harry stared at her, feeling happy at the idea of having a friend but at the same time sad that he had not be at home, when she came to visit.

"I told her to come back tomorrow afternoon."

Harry nodded in understanding. "Thank you, Regina. Eh, is it all right if she comes to visit?"

"Of course. I am very happy that you've already found a friend. I told her to bring her parents with her if they have time."

"Oh, great. Thank you very much."

"Now, I believe that it's time to finish your dinner and go to bed, son. Lucy is already asleep."

Harry chuckled upon hearing Lucy lightly snoring under the table. "She must be knackered. We had training with the goblin today, and he made me cast protective spells at her and me, before he attacked us, and I think Lucy didn't understand that he had already cast protection at her just to make sure she was safe. Anyway, she jumped out of the way to not be hit all the time. It was funny."

'Tomorrow, Connie is going to come over together with her parents,' he thought, as he lay down in his bed waiting for Regina to come and tuck him in like she did every evening. 'I hope they're nice.'

tbc...?

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