On a bright Saturday morning, the first gift arrived. Harry grumbled as he sat down at the table, knowing that if his father had seen his uncouth behavior, he would have been punished.
With a disappointed tone, father would have said, "This is not behavior befitting the son of House Malfoy." Well, he wasn't here in the first place, was he?
As a result, Harry sat down on the table and groaned again just for the sake of rebellion.
Blaise fake whispered, "I don't think Harry is a morning person guys." Nobody had even arrived at the table yet. The idiot was talking to air .
"If you don't shut up with your blabbering right this second Blaise... I'll -," an eagle owl pecked him.
As he untied the package at the end of its legs and fed it a piece of bacon, he muttered, "the fuck." The owl nibbled his hair affectionately before flying away.
"What's in the box, Har-bear?" Blaise inquired.
"Nunya," Harry replied.
"What's Nunya?" Blaise inquired, puzzled.
"Nunya business stupid," Harry said as he picked up the package and walked away.
Blaise blinked several times before blinking again.
He murmured, "That arse," as he ate a delicious bowl of sugared porridge. He was a big fan of Hogwarts breakfasts.
Harry climbed the stairs to his secret art room on the third floor. and set the box on his desk. When he opened the box, he discovered a Slytherin scarf inside.
The green had faded from being used. He was perplexed as to why the man would send him an old scarf when he could easily afford a new one.
He opened the envelope and began reading the letter he saw in the box on top of the scarf.
Greetings, minx!
This is the second occasion you've received a courting gift. This Slytherin scarf belonged to me during my school years and is full of enchantments that you might find useful. I perfected spells over the years and added them to this scarf, which was the one item I would never outgrow.
I hope you take pride in wearing it.
Yours, T.M.G
Harry stared at the scarf in a new light. When he felt the enchantments reach out to familiarise themselves with his magic, he picked up the scarf and wrapped it around himself, sighing.
He lacked his mother's ability to sense and interact with wards, and he lacked his father's magical sensitivity. He did have two hidden special abilities, one of which was the ability to see magic. This was an unusual ability, as it hadn't been seen in any bloodlines in a long time.
It allowed him to see magic, but it didn't tell him what it was for. He could see the glow of portraits and the glow of Hogwarts walls. He learned to distinguish the magic based on color and intensity of the glow over time.
Ward magic was usually grey or other neutral colors, sentient wards were brighter and even interacted with their surrounding magic. Listening spells had a very faint glow and were difficult to spot, depending on whether dark or light was purple or orange.
Rune magic was unique in that the runes themselves did not possess any magic; they were simply conduits for it. The magic came from the cores of witches and wizards. Each core was unique, as were the wizards' auras. Each core was unique to a witch or wizard and represented different aspects of their personalities. He'd seen a lot of auras, and if he couldn't block them out, it became distracting and difficult.
He had several migraines as a child due to the various shades of a person's aura. Even today, Dumbledore gave him headaches.
Protection spells were usually yellow or blue in color, with a slight glow to them. He enjoyed seeing magic because it gave him a new perspective on its beauty and power.
He could see specks of yellow and darker shades of blue weaved together in an intricate pattern on the scarf around his neck. The dark lord personally performed the enchantments, and they could almost feel his presence due to how much of his magic was saturated in the scarf.
Given that it had been used, the scarf itself was in good condition. He wrapped it tightly around his neck and closed his eyes, resisting the urge to leave the room with the scarf.
He reluctantly returned it to the box and pulled out his box of art supplies, where he enlarged a blank canvas. He decided that painting would be a good way to divert his attention away from his desire to leave Hogwarts and never return.
He drew a rough drawing of a snake poised to strike without looking at the scarf. He hummed as the lines formed and the picture in his head began to take shape.
He took out his paints and placed them on the table, humming to himself as he painted in smooth strokes. Maybe he'll give it to the Dark Lord. After all, the man was obsessed with snakes.
As he packed and shrank his supplies back down, he sent a mild drying charm at the canvas and placed it on the desk. His mind had finally settled down. He wrapped the painting in spare pages from the daily prophet and shrunk it down to a smaller size, then added a lightweight charm for good measure.
The owlery was a long walk from the third floor, so he ran into students who had just woken up as he walked towards his destination.
Gryffindors, in particular.
"Malfoy," Potter sneered petulantly.
"To what do I owe the displeasure, Potter," he said neutrally, trying to maintain his composure. He had no idea why the family had been cursed. At the angles it stood up in, their hair seemed to defy gravity.
"What do you think you're doing here?" he demanded angrily.
"I go to school here Charles," he explained patronizingly as if speaking to someone stupid.
Charles discovered they were brothers and was extremely bitter since Harry was the rightful heir to the Potter lordship. James and Lily potter disowned and basically abandoned him for allegedly being burned and reducing the amount of attention their brat had received.
His mother and father had thankfully adopted him, and now he could show them what they had been missing out on. In any case, their child appeared to be brain dead and unable to comprehend basic sarcasm.
He pushed past the brat and walked over to the owlery, where he called down Hedwig. Her talons were tethered to the package. She nipped his fingers and chastised him for not seeing her more frequently.
Normally, it was just a couple of angry chirps, but due to Dark Lord, he could now understand her thanks to his first courting gift.
He watched her fly away until he couldn't see the white speck in the sky any longer.
Harry never realized he hadn't had a single thought of hesitation when thinking of sending the Dark Lord his artwork.