A/N: It has come to my attention that there may or may not be an error in the spelling on the sorcerer's name.  It should be spelled Andranos with a line being over the second 'a'.  This is supposed to be pronounced An-dra(long 'a')-nos(long 'o').  Except for in paragraph three, where it is meant to be pronounced

An-dra(short 'a')-nos(short 'o'), with all other pronunciations being the former.  Also, seeing how it has become an enormous pain in my ass to go up to insert, then the appropriate symbol every time I type his name, as well as the fact that most people probably wont see it that have contributed to the fact that I won't be doing it any more.  Also, I am told that the majority of people that read from this site are British.  Now I'm an American and my knowledge of British terms and slang is not the best, but I'll try the best I can.

            A/N: Also, please give me some constructive criticism such as other words or phrases to use so that there is not a repeat of the paragraph in the last chapter where I used the word 'eye' five times in an eight sentence…..paragraph.  And no, the title 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Touch' does not imply that the Sorcerer is going to molest or have sex with Harry, if that's what you were thinking.

Chapter 2

            Fun Before School

            Walking into the Great Hall, Harry was still getting used to not needing to wear his glasses.  When he entered he saw the same teachers at the head table as were there last year, with the Moody that was up there being the real one of course.  Everyone that is, except Hagrid and McGonagall, who were most certainly getting the first years.  Something he was careful to note though, was that Andranos was nowhere to be seen.

            The three found their seat quickly and sat down to discus what happened to them over the summer holiday.  It eventually came up that Hermione had received a letter informing her that she was a prefect.  But just as they started pressing details from her, the first years started filing in.

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            The sorting ceremony proceeded without incident, but when the first years entered, Andranos, as well as two other older looking students, came in with them, standing by the door that lead in all the while.  After the sorting, Professor McGonagall had something else to add.  "We have three guests from other schools joining us this year, whom we will sort now.  Will Terry McEwen from the Cairn School of Wizardry and Witchcraft please step forward," McGonagall said.  The boy on the right of Andranos approached the hat and put it on.  After a few seconds, it shouted out "Hufflepuff", after which he walked over to the appropriate table among much cheering and sat down with the seventh years.  "Will Anya Sovestenka from the Takovka Zivot Skola please step forward.  The girl on the left of Andranos walked up to the stool putting on the hat.  A minute passed by before it screeched out "Ravenclaw".  She jogged over to the appropriate table among much cheering and sat down with the second years.

            "Will Andranos from the Fyndow Academy of Sorcering Arts please step forward."  Everyone widened their eyes and sat up straight with that sentence.  A few people even stood up to see what he looked like.

            With a sneer growing across his face, Andranos criss-crossed his arms over his face.  While quickly opening his arms, he shouted out jintag!  Suddenly, five small, pulsating red balls shot out from him, two from each arm and one from his chest.  They spread apart with a low pitched whoosh and converged on Professor McGonagall's hat, which was knocked off her head and sent flying across the room.  "The name, is Andranos," he said walking up to the stool.  Still looking shocked, she put the hat on his head.  It barely touched his head before it shouted out a resounding "Slytherin". 

            "Before you take your seat, Mr. Andrānos," Dumbledore said standing up, "perhaps you could grant us a less violent demonstration of your skill."

            "What do I look like, a fucking parlor trick?  …..alright," Andranos said with a grin.  He turned to face the house tables and pulled a handful of white powder from a pouch on his belt.  He rubbed his hands together and held them open in front of him, palms up.  Vintonga zintomba zelechno vantome, he moved his palms to face each other.  Starsakya, starsukya, bintomba zintome, he moved both hands to one side and started miming out a sphere.  Vintag, vinyosh somazee vynona, zimbabaa sumtoma sheen.  As he swirled his hands around, the white powder flaked off his palms and formed a ball, suspended in-between his hands.  Karnak tomasiona, siasiona, yarnukya sometaluk,  the ball started glowing a faint but obvious white.  What was once enhanced, now becomes the norm, he said hollowly as he thrust his arms forward and moved his palms to face the house tables with his wrists touching.

            The ball floated slowly down the length of the hall trailing white spots of light behind it that spread out in every direction.  As it passed though, every floating candle fell straight out of the air, right onto the heads of the students.  As it passed, the ceiling behind it no longer looked like the sky, just a normal vaulted ceiling.  Harry noticed his vision going back to the way it was as Neville's Remembrall exploded.  Everyone who had a sneakoscope out saw it fall over as everyone who had a wizard photograph watched the motion cease.  Andranos spun around and leaned over the teacher's table until his face was a mere foot away from Dumbledore's, saying, "I hope this little dis-enchant doesn't interrupt the meal."  Andranos slowly walked over to the Sytherin table among total and complete silence and sat down directly across from Malfoy.

            "Bloody hell," Ron said, shaking the shock from his face, "did you guys see that?"

            "It was a little hard Not to see it," Hermione retorted as she picked candles off the table.  Harry pulled his glasses out of his pocket and put them on, looking over the devastated hall.  He was shocked at how much darker it was without the candles floating overhead.

            Dumbledore stood up, looking shocked himself, and said, "As a reminder to you, and as a warning to the first years, the Forbidden Forest is just that, off limits to all students.  Also, please accommodate our guests as best you can and help us," he motioned to the rest of the teachers, "welcome them to another wonderful year at Hogwarts.  Now, let the feast begin," he finished waving his arms.  Everyone looked to the tables to find nothing had changed.  Dumbledore cleared his throat and again said, "Let the feast begin."  Still, nothing happened.  "Excuse me for a minute," he said taking a bow before walking out the nearest door.

            A thick chattering immediately broke out amongst everyone.  Harry caught glimpses of conversations including such things as: 'why hasn't the feast started?', 'what do you suppose that Andranos did?  Do you think it has anything to do with the food not appearing?', and 'I don't like the way this year is starting out'.  About fifteen minutes later, Dumbledore came back in and stood at his seat and said, "Now, let the feast begin."  At this, the doors opened and a virtual army of house elves entered, carrying enormous platters piled with food.  They just seamed to come and come, but Harry verbally theorized that they were just dropping off a platter and then running of to the kitchens for another one.  It took some twenty minutes for them to fill the tables, clearing the candles off them and the floor in the process.  Even as they were bringing the food out, people were filling they're plates.  Everyone ate in relative peace with the occasional conversation sprouting up about they're guest who was obviously a sorcerer.

            "This Andranos should get along fabulously with Malfoy," Harry said, in-between bites of shepherd's pie, "I mean, just look at the way he acts.  And what do suppose he did to the great hall."

            "I don't know, but I've definitely got to learn how to do that," George Weasley interjected.

            "I heard him say to Dumbledore that it was a 'dis-enchant'," one of the second years said, reaching for some mashed potatoes.

            "And what about his smoking, speak of the devil," Hermione said looking off to the Slytherin table.

            Harry turned around to see what she was looking at and saw a plume of smoke rising up.  He caught sight of Professor Snape, out of the corner of his eye, getting up and walking over to the source of the smoke.  He saw him bend down and reach for something before standing up straight, looking down, talking to someone.  Andranos stood up and was inches away from him with a scowl on his face, talking to Snape.  Harry saw Andrānos hold his hand over his head, sprinkling something before he doubled in size, to approximately Hagrid's height.  "I am not the man with whom to fuck, little man," Harry heard him say, as he craned down to look at Snape.  By now, everyone had turned to see what was causing the commotion.  Andranos bent over and grabbed Snape's hand and pulled something out of it, which he held up to his mouth revealing it was a cigarette.

            "Would you please return to your normal size, Mr. Andranos," Dumbledore said, walking over to Snape.  "And please put that out, there is no smoking among students at Hogwarts."

            "Fuck your rule, and fuck this little prick," Andranos said as he spun Snape around and kicked him in the ass, sending him sprawling toward the head table.

            "I'm going to have to take five points from Slytherin for the smoking," Dumbledore said as Andranos shrunk back to normal size, "and twenty five points for the kicking of our Professor Snape."

            "We're going to have to keep an eye on this guy," Ron mumbled as he stuffed a piece of tripe in his mouth.  "Hum ean, ee trts Umbledor ike," he swallowed what was he was chewing, "he treats Dumbledore like rubbish, but then again he treats Snape like that too."  A little while later, the house elves came back out and started clearing away the trays of food, replacing them with trays of cakes, pies, iced cream, and every other dessert imaginable.  Everyone who was not stuffed to the brim, ate a sizable dessert and sat back to talk with their friends.  Shortly there after, Dumbledore sent everyone to their respective dormitories for the night.