Chapter 7 – A Rare Gift
HaliJade Snape - once again positively thrilled that you like my story. i might put a child of snape in here, but it wouldn't be for a while.
disclaimer -i like that whole view former chapters idea, so do that if you want to read the dislaimer
AN - i'm nearing the end of the prewritten stuff, but this chapter i think is the longest i've ever had so enjoy cause the chapter after this one is pretty short
Jake trailed after the teacher rather nervously, hoping that he hadn't broken some sort of unforgivable law or something. He was taken to a part of the castle he hadn't ever been to before, but knowing he wasn't going to the headmaster's office didn't ease his mind one bit. Professor Flitwick opened the door, heedless that the teacher inside of it was in the middle of talking with a student.
"Professor Sarscan." He said in a quick breath. The other professor looked up at Flitwick calmly, though the teacher's 'calm look' made Jake shiver. He was a creepy-looking individual. Not that he was bad looking, but he had an aura of terror surrounding him that made Jake wonder why on earth he was chosen to teach children.
The creepiest part of him was his eyes, which were pitch black. They were seemingly never-ending pits of darkness that one could easily get lost in due to the vast amounts of information that were stored inside them. But that same information was displayed in such a way that the person looking into the eyes would never be able to understand it, just look on in terror.
And Jake was doing just that, he couldn't stop staring at the man. He spotted a thin blue scar along the aide of the man's head that seemed to shimmer in the little light that was in the room.
"Yes Professor Flitwick?" the man asked calmly, though Jake could tell that the frightening professor had sensed professor Flitwick's urgent manner.
"This boy…" he began, motioning to an uneasy Jake and describing once again what happened in charms. The professor stopped looking at him, and his eyes scanned Jake, up and down, several times, which made him feel like his skin was being looked right through, and that the professor could see every bit of him.
When the man finally looked him in the eyes Jake nearly went into a nervous fit. He felt like the man could see everything, every bad thing he had felt, from the embarrassed anger at his brother and himself from just yesterday all the way back the anger he'd felt at his mother – just before his misguided baby magic had caught her hair on fire.
"I see." The man said calmly. "You may leave now Professor Flitwick. I shall get back to you after I have spoken with him. You may leave too Ms. Lent." He said to the student he had been talking to, eyes never once leaving the terrified Jake.
"Sit down Mr. Weasley." He said, pulling out a chair from the across the room… with no wand. "I'm going to tell you a short little story." He said, pushing Jake lightly into the chair.
"Now Mr. Weasley, I went to school in a private wizarding school in Ireland where I was looked upon as an oddity because our school was so small that I was the only one who could do magic without a wand. I could almost do spells easier without a wand than I could with a wand. People were afraid of me, which basically made me want to learn how to do it more. I became very good at it, and by the time I had graduated I could do anything I could with a wand, without it. I came to England and found that I was not the only one who could accomplish this. It was being taught all over the country, except at Hogwarts. Wanting to be a part of this movement I came here to teach it, to meet more people like me who possessed the gift I did. I haven't found any. The students who I choose for this class have never had the ability given to them. I choose the most magically talented students and start teaching them in third year. However it takes most two years to even be close to performing wandless magic."
Jake stared at him openmouthed as he paused, and then smiled creepily at Jake.
"However, Professor Flitwick seems to believe you posses the same quality that I do. Tell me Jake, how often have you done magic without a wand?" he seemed excited. It took a few moments for Jake to get his mouth working.
"Uhh. Well when I was little I would do things when I was mad…but that happens to every kid. W…when I got one of my mom's old books to study I didn't have a wand. But I could do some spells like move a pencil across the room before I even got my wand." Jake said nervously. The professor's eyes seemed to glow and then he stood suddenly and clapped decisively. The professor turned to him again, nearly breathless.
"Do it." He said. Jake gulped.
"Excuse me?" he asked, voice barely a squeak.
"Do it, levitate that pencil over there to you…without your wand." Jake, scared, turned quickly to the pencil and focused on it.
"Wingardium Leviosa." He muttered and the pencil lifted up and eventually floated to him. He clasped it in his and turned back to the professor, who looked as if he were about to have some sort of an attack.
"Yes!" he cried. "You! You are my prodigy, you are like me." He said. Jake felt, if possible, even more horrified at this thought. "Come! We must go and talk to the headmaster about getting you in my third year class…well at least to start with." He said, grabbing Jake's arm and jerking him out of the room.
"Headmaster, headmaster!" the professor cried, sounding like a giddy child the entire way up the stairs to the headmaster's office. McGonagall turned to face him, a slightly irritated look on her face.
"Yes professor, calm down. Hello Mr. Weasley." She said kindly to Jake. Jake gulped.
"Headmaster. He….Weasley…wandless magic…" McGonagall sighed.
"Elliot, calm down. Deep breaths now. Good. Tell me what Mr. Weasley has done." The professor looked actually hurt himself at the headmaster's accusation at Jake.
"Done! He has done nothing but be the child that I have been looking for since beforer I started teaching here. Minerva, you absolutely must let him into my third year class. He is amazing, I must say." He practically begged, still sounding like a small child. McGonagall looked slightly shocked and turned to face Jake, and laughed at how horrified he looked. And he did look horrified, his face was deathly pale, making his light brown eyes seem dark. His fists were clenching and his lips were nearly shaking.
"Mr. Weasley please sit down. There is no need to be so scared. You are not in trouble, in fact quite the opposite." Jake sat down, starting to feel more comfortable at the headmaster's comforting voice. "Here have a piece of candy. I found that this odd quality of Dumbledore's was a good idea." Jake took a little wrapped candy in his still shaking hands.
"Alright now Jake. What Professor Sarscan is trying to tell me and you is that you posses a gift, the very same gift that he has. This gift is the natural ability to perform controlled magic without a wand. Now it is very rare that a witch or wizard is just born with this gift. This is why I agree with Professor Sarscan in that you should be moved into his third year class so that you can learn how to use this gift to the best of your ability." Jake finally calmed down enough to realize that this was a good thing and he smiled a bit.
"You mean I'm good at something?" he asked. The headmaster laughed.
"Yes Jake. Now, your altered schedule will be given to you by your head of house tomorrow. I'd suggest you write your parents, they will be very proud of you Jake." The headmaster said, smiling at him. Jake grinned.
"Thank you headmaster, professor." He said, and ran out of the room, eager to tell his friends, and to get away from the creepy professor.
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