Xenith
"There is no good and bad/light and dark, there is only Power . . . and those to weak to see it." ~~~Unknown
Chapter Fourteen
"Thanks," Harry managed out. "What's with the rain?"
"No problem." Ron answered, massaging his knuckles.
"We don't know Harry." Hermione said, visibly shaking. "We need to get back to the castle."
"What about this bloke?" Ron kicked Malfoy in the side.
"Bring him, we shouldn't leave him out in this." Hermione concluded, Harry shrugged. Ron flicked his wand at the fallen boy and began trudging their way back to the school with Malfoy floating in front of them---his feet dragging through the scarlet mud.
"There you are!" Professor McGonagall sighed, rushing up to the quartet. "Where have you been and why didn't you come inside when Jordan announced the postponement?" //Good,// Harry thought, relieved. //She didn't see the fight.//
"We went to find Harry." Ron said immediately.
"What happened to Mister Malfoy!" she exclaimed, finally taking notice of the cataleptic Slytherin.
"He hit the ground when they went for the snitch." Hermione lied expertly. "They didn't hear the announcement Professor."
"The Headmaster wishes to see you Potter." She sighed again. "I'll take Malfoy to the Hospital wing." She looked over the three, twitched her wand at Malfoy and strode out of sight.
"We're going with you." Ron and Hermione said immediately.
"Are you going up to the hospital wing?" Ginny panted, having run through the majority of the school in search of her brother.
"Why?" Ron said, peering down at his sister.
"You didn't see?"
"See what?"
"Fred was injured in the match."
"WHEN?"
"Right before they announced the postponement. He got hit in the head with a Bludger. He was bleeding so much. I . . . I didn't want to go up there by myself and I couldn't find you!"
"It's alright Ginny." Hermione soothed her younger friend. "We have to see Dumbledore, Ginny. Ron, go---""
"Come on Ginny," Harry interrupted, pushing past his two friends and taking the red-head's arm. "You're coming with us."
"Harry," Ron made a feeble attempt to argue.
"Come ON." Harry stated, wearing his 'Don't even try arguing with me' face as he lead Ginny down the corridor to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. "Does anyone know the pass---?"
"Acid-pop." Hermione said promptly only to have Ron and Harry shoot her bewildered looks as the great gargoyle jumped to the side. "Prefect, remember?" Both nodded and rushed up the moving staircase.
"Professor?" Harry said quietly, pushing open the office door and peeking around its edge.
"Come in Mister Potter, Weasley, Miss Granger." His eyes twinkled as he spotted Ginny. "Alas, I forgot Miss Weasley." His face fell as he caught sight of the bleeding Harry.
"Oh, I hit the Pitch," Harry lied, touching his black eye and bloody nose self-consciously. "I'm fine."
"That's good to hear." He pursued it no further. "Why don't you sit down?" He gestured to the chairs before his desk; they seated themselves as Dumbledore began to speak once again. "Do you know what happened out there today?"
"I know I shouldn't have h---"" Harry exploded in a rush of guilt.
"Do you mean the rain Professor?" Hermione interrupted loudly.
"Yes Miss Granger." His eyes stayed locked on Harry.
"Where did it come from?" Harry asked, running an emerald hand through his dripping emerald spikes.
"Did you feel anything Harry? Right before the storm began?"
"Yes." Harry said slowly, quietly.
"What did you feel?" He said just as quietly. He didn't answer. "Harry?"
"Pomader." He muttered.
"Harry?" Hermione touched his arm lightly.
"Power. Energy." He stumbled over his words. He took a deep breath and started over. "It was like I was on fire---but not like the Crutacious Curse. It was as if I was suddenly aware of every molecule of myself for the first time. I've felt it before, but not like this. It was just a fraction of what I felt today, and years ago. When I was just coming into my magic."
"What's your favourite colour Harry?"
"Scarlet, well Gryffindor red anyway."
"What were you feeling when it started?"
"I was mad and---wait a second, you're not saying what I think you're saying. Are you?" Dumbledore gave a slight nod. "I didn't cause that!" He jumped from his seat so quickly he upended his chair. His outburst was accompanied by a defining thunder-clap and a flaring up of the torches and candles around the perimeter of the room.
"Sit down Harry." Dumbledore said calmly, offering no room to argue. "I am not angry with you. To tell you the truth, I've been expecting this for quite some time."
"What?" Harry set his chair back up and slouched into his seat.
"Harry, what are you?"
"A wizard." He answered hesitantly.
"Yes, and no."
"What?"
"You are a Mage, Harry." The elder wizard folded his hands calmly on his desk whilst the children reacted in a much different manner. Hermione gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, Ron nearly fell out of his chair, and Ginny was gripping the armrests of her own so tightly her knuckles were turning white.
"I'm a what?"
"How?" Ron choked out, his voice thicker then usual. "But there hasn't been a fully fledged Mage in ages."
"I assume you know of your father's Animagus abilities Harry?" He gave a slight nod. "They taught themselves that, So very bright . . ." He seemed to be talking more to himself now then the students. "He was a Mage, Harry, to a very slight degree; as was you mother."
"Why weren't they recorded then Professor? You _have _ to register." Hermione insisted pointedly.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, my dear, you do have to register. But you must remember the times. There was a war going on. One does not want to advertise such a thing."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Harry demanded, shattering the smile playing along the thin lines of Dumbledore's, mouth.
"It was decided that you were to find out when you came into your abilities."
"I've been turning wigs blue for years. You could have told me."
"What wig did you turn blue Harry?" Ron smiled slyly over at him, slightly brightening Harry's mood.
"A teacher's in primary school."
"Harry," Dumbledore smiled, drawing Harry back. "Do you understand what this means?"
"Not particularly."
"Harnessed wandless magic Harry!" Hermione grinned ratherenviously.
"Yes, eventually," Dumbledore quieted the Prefect. "But right now, Harry, your abilities seem to be manifesting themselves through your anger. With practice and training you may be able to control them."
"May?"
"You will with the right amount of diligence on your part. You cannot quit on us Harry."
"I never have before."
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"There is no good and bad/light and dark, there is only Power . . . and those to weak to see it." ~~~Unknown
Chapter Fourteen
"Thanks," Harry managed out. "What's with the rain?"
"No problem." Ron answered, massaging his knuckles.
"We don't know Harry." Hermione said, visibly shaking. "We need to get back to the castle."
"What about this bloke?" Ron kicked Malfoy in the side.
"Bring him, we shouldn't leave him out in this." Hermione concluded, Harry shrugged. Ron flicked his wand at the fallen boy and began trudging their way back to the school with Malfoy floating in front of them---his feet dragging through the scarlet mud.
"There you are!" Professor McGonagall sighed, rushing up to the quartet. "Where have you been and why didn't you come inside when Jordan announced the postponement?" //Good,// Harry thought, relieved. //She didn't see the fight.//
"We went to find Harry." Ron said immediately.
"What happened to Mister Malfoy!" she exclaimed, finally taking notice of the cataleptic Slytherin.
"He hit the ground when they went for the snitch." Hermione lied expertly. "They didn't hear the announcement Professor."
"The Headmaster wishes to see you Potter." She sighed again. "I'll take Malfoy to the Hospital wing." She looked over the three, twitched her wand at Malfoy and strode out of sight.
"We're going with you." Ron and Hermione said immediately.
"Are you going up to the hospital wing?" Ginny panted, having run through the majority of the school in search of her brother.
"Why?" Ron said, peering down at his sister.
"You didn't see?"
"See what?"
"Fred was injured in the match."
"WHEN?"
"Right before they announced the postponement. He got hit in the head with a Bludger. He was bleeding so much. I . . . I didn't want to go up there by myself and I couldn't find you!"
"It's alright Ginny." Hermione soothed her younger friend. "We have to see Dumbledore, Ginny. Ron, go---""
"Come on Ginny," Harry interrupted, pushing past his two friends and taking the red-head's arm. "You're coming with us."
"Harry," Ron made a feeble attempt to argue.
"Come ON." Harry stated, wearing his 'Don't even try arguing with me' face as he lead Ginny down the corridor to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. "Does anyone know the pass---?"
"Acid-pop." Hermione said promptly only to have Ron and Harry shoot her bewildered looks as the great gargoyle jumped to the side. "Prefect, remember?" Both nodded and rushed up the moving staircase.
"Professor?" Harry said quietly, pushing open the office door and peeking around its edge.
"Come in Mister Potter, Weasley, Miss Granger." His eyes twinkled as he spotted Ginny. "Alas, I forgot Miss Weasley." His face fell as he caught sight of the bleeding Harry.
"Oh, I hit the Pitch," Harry lied, touching his black eye and bloody nose self-consciously. "I'm fine."
"That's good to hear." He pursued it no further. "Why don't you sit down?" He gestured to the chairs before his desk; they seated themselves as Dumbledore began to speak once again. "Do you know what happened out there today?"
"I know I shouldn't have h---"" Harry exploded in a rush of guilt.
"Do you mean the rain Professor?" Hermione interrupted loudly.
"Yes Miss Granger." His eyes stayed locked on Harry.
"Where did it come from?" Harry asked, running an emerald hand through his dripping emerald spikes.
"Did you feel anything Harry? Right before the storm began?"
"Yes." Harry said slowly, quietly.
"What did you feel?" He said just as quietly. He didn't answer. "Harry?"
"Pomader." He muttered.
"Harry?" Hermione touched his arm lightly.
"Power. Energy." He stumbled over his words. He took a deep breath and started over. "It was like I was on fire---but not like the Crutacious Curse. It was as if I was suddenly aware of every molecule of myself for the first time. I've felt it before, but not like this. It was just a fraction of what I felt today, and years ago. When I was just coming into my magic."
"What's your favourite colour Harry?"
"Scarlet, well Gryffindor red anyway."
"What were you feeling when it started?"
"I was mad and---wait a second, you're not saying what I think you're saying. Are you?" Dumbledore gave a slight nod. "I didn't cause that!" He jumped from his seat so quickly he upended his chair. His outburst was accompanied by a defining thunder-clap and a flaring up of the torches and candles around the perimeter of the room.
"Sit down Harry." Dumbledore said calmly, offering no room to argue. "I am not angry with you. To tell you the truth, I've been expecting this for quite some time."
"What?" Harry set his chair back up and slouched into his seat.
"Harry, what are you?"
"A wizard." He answered hesitantly.
"Yes, and no."
"What?"
"You are a Mage, Harry." The elder wizard folded his hands calmly on his desk whilst the children reacted in a much different manner. Hermione gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, Ron nearly fell out of his chair, and Ginny was gripping the armrests of her own so tightly her knuckles were turning white.
"I'm a what?"
"How?" Ron choked out, his voice thicker then usual. "But there hasn't been a fully fledged Mage in ages."
"I assume you know of your father's Animagus abilities Harry?" He gave a slight nod. "They taught themselves that, So very bright . . ." He seemed to be talking more to himself now then the students. "He was a Mage, Harry, to a very slight degree; as was you mother."
"Why weren't they recorded then Professor? You _have _ to register." Hermione insisted pointedly.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, my dear, you do have to register. But you must remember the times. There was a war going on. One does not want to advertise such a thing."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Harry demanded, shattering the smile playing along the thin lines of Dumbledore's, mouth.
"It was decided that you were to find out when you came into your abilities."
"I've been turning wigs blue for years. You could have told me."
"What wig did you turn blue Harry?" Ron smiled slyly over at him, slightly brightening Harry's mood.
"A teacher's in primary school."
"Harry," Dumbledore smiled, drawing Harry back. "Do you understand what this means?"
"Not particularly."
"Harnessed wandless magic Harry!" Hermione grinned ratherenviously.
"Yes, eventually," Dumbledore quieted the Prefect. "But right now, Harry, your abilities seem to be manifesting themselves through your anger. With practice and training you may be able to control them."
"May?"
"You will with the right amount of diligence on your part. You cannot quit on us Harry."
"I never have before."
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