This chapter is dedicated to my grandfather, who died 19/07/06.
I will miss him. I carry him in my heart till the day I die.

Magical Photon.
Ch.12 Transfiguration

Shawn sat in class, listening to the teacher's introduction.
McGonagall was very strict.
As an example about what they would learn, she changed her desk into a pig and back using her wand.
Mutters of excitement went through the class.
Shawn just followed the wand-movement.
A wand in his hands was useless, he had trained to throw fireballs with his hands, for crying out loud.
In Shawn's eyes it was a matter of focus. 'Wandless magic' wasn't impossible, Wands made the wizards lazy.
For Forces it was slightly different, Photon wands allowed them to learn difficult spells first
The excitement was short-lived, when the class learned that they had to study hard before they reached that stage.
McGonagall talked about the theory and practices of Transfiguration.
Then she gave everybody a match to start with.
"Try to chance it into a needle," was the assignment.
Everybody muttered the spell, but little happened.
Shawn was busy with his notes, he scribbled drawings and notes.
"Mister Potter, may I ask why you don't do your assignment?"
Shawn looked up, "I am working on it. I am trying to grasp the theory first, before I try it."
McGonagall was surprised, none of the first years had tried that before.
She looked at his notes.

Subject Transfiguration.

Item: wooden match.
Transfigure into:Needle, plain metal

Below it were some calculations about mass and weight.
Shawn followed her gaze, and smiled, "I like to know the facts and difference first."
Her eyes went over the rest of the parchment, Her desk and the pig were crudely drawn but all kinds of extra notes were scribbled around it.
Things about weight, organic parts, muscle movement, extra flesh, all had been noted.
She noticed some text under the notes, "Extra credit? A black hole Hoverboard?" she muttered.
"Possibly a small project of mine," Shawn said, without looking, "Ah, professor?"
Shawn held a small needle in his hand.
McGonagall's eyebrows rose, "How did you?"
"I followed your, and my notes. I just visualised the new shape."
"Well done, Well done indeed."
Shawn placed the needle back on the desk in front of him.
He closed his eyes, and focused.

A sudden, "Bloody hell!", brought Shawn out of his focus.
A red-haired kid looked at him shocked.
"Yes, mister Weasley?" McGonagall asked.
"He..he.."
"Who What? Mister Weasley?"
He pointed at Shawn, who had a long board-shaped object on his desk.
"What? What did I do?"
"What is that, If I may ask?"
"This is the Hoverboard you read about in my notes. Thanks to Weasley's interruption it isn't completely finished but still the main shape is there."
"That wasn't the assignment."
"I already finished the assignment, six times back and forth. I just tried my hand at something different."
"I see. Well since you already can do the assignment, show it."
"I would, if it didn't meant that I would overthrow the whole magical theory concerning wandless magic."
Bells were heard, signalling the end of the classes.
"Mister Potter, please stay."
"As you wish."
The rest of the class left, glancing at the Boy-who-lived.

When they were alone, McGonagall looked him in the eyes.
"Show it," She said.
Shawn sighed, "Fine."
He waved his hand over one of the matches and it just changed.
The wood became a silver needle.
A dumfounded look stared at him.
"It's not the wand that grants magic, it's the amount of focus people use."
"I-incredible, simply amazing," the teacher stuttered.
Shawn rolled with his eyes, "Great, broken record."
He focused and continued working on his Hoverboard.
Fifteen minutes later, it was finished.

By focusing photon, one would be able to control the flight of the hoverboard.
It disintegrated, only to leave a small spinning box.
Shawn picked it up.

He looked at the woman, still muttering.
He sighed, "Well, there is only one way to fix this problem."
The hunter slapped her.
She blinked, Shawn apologised, "you wouldn't stop muttering after I showed it to you. I had to break you out of it."
"T-that's quite all right. Here is your pass for your next class."
"Thank you, I'll leave you now."
Shawn closed the door behind him, and left for his next class.