Greeting!

This is the other chapter –the real one– that I finished to fix! The others chapters that I'll post come to next year after year (this one is on 1986, so the next one will start on 1987 and so on), so I can begin with the First arc (that I already wrote). Enjoy!

Edit: I notice that some parts didn't save, again, so I added the lot of what was missed. I would love to read your critics as the story goes so I can see how it's going (If you want of course!). And thank you so much, all of you, for reading Magic Shape!

Stay safe!

Chapter 5

Magical Trouble!

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"Seriously?" Bill's voice echoed inside the cupboard.

Shining blue.

Harry could only stiffen, his face pale with surprise and suppressed terror in his eyes.

He was so grateful that the Dursleys had gone to that family tea party.

A year and a half had passed since the dream demon and the human boy, now six years old, lived together on Privet Drive. A whole time of entertaining activities between dreams and great opportunities in reality.

As Bill had hoped, Harry slowly began to regain some of his height and health, even grabbing a little more confidence on school, getting good grades regardless of the threats from the Dursleys and the discriminatory suspicions from the teachers.

The child is finally showing his intelligence.

Although Harry wasn't the only one with good achievements.

Bill, during all that time, had managed to acquire amount magical strength, managing to use his power more easily in the real world without ending up as tired as before.

For the entity it was a miracle, although using it so frequently make him end up resting for days.

Still, it was something Bill was proud of.

As soon as he finished showing him the wonders of the many holidays seasons and also applying all of his knowledge to Harry, both friends vowed to celebrate each and every festival around the world.

Well, it was Bill's whole idea, not that Harry wanted to refuse. After all, a child's curiosity is greater than the human reason.

Aside from Harry's grades and health, Bill knew that soon the boy's magic would come on large scales with "accidents" arising.

He had assumed that his magic would skyrocket in a few years by now.. But not today!

"Blue is not my color," he said snapping his fingers, returning to his naturalness. "I prefer yellow."

"I'm so sorry-! Oh no.. It's my freakiness again!" Harry screamed, falling to the ground in fetal position and beginning to shake with sobs.

Bill saw the display and sigh.

It was true that Harry's confidence had improved, far more than his health and weight. But no matter the improve, what Bill still couldn't heal was the broken soul of an abused child.

"Harry.. we've already been through this," he moved closer, placing his hands on his shoulder, seating him on the floor. "This is totally normal for you. It's only magic. Remember that you're a wizard, you were born from it. Don't forget who your parents were or who you are."

Harry kept a lost look without emotion, his mind wandered in all those awfull memories and traumas that had happened to him before Bill came into his life. The hunger, the pain, the feeling of void, the thoughts of ending his life. Everything was crashing down to him fast.

He came to himself when the light from Bill's figure finally reached him, blinding him for a second.

"Sorry Bill.."

"Kid, there is nothing to apologize for," and seeing Harry calm down, the entity rose up. "Although I wonder why your magic started to show on such age. I mean, I had calculated that it would peak on two years or so. However, this opportunity could serve us in our favor."

"In our favor..?"

"Yes," he said flying to left to right, analysing. "With this predicament we can finally start with your magic classes," Bill stopped to glare at the kid, his arms crossed with a narrowed eye. "I totally refuse to send you to Hogwarts without knowing even a lint."

"Hogwarts?"

"The school where you will be assigned to, the same one your parents attended," Bill's body showed the image of a large stone castle and the symbol of the school before returning to normal. "I already explained it to you! Weren't you paying attention, kid!?"

"I do, but you talk so fast!" Harry said sheepishly with a shrug. Bill glared at him, incredulous, narrowing his eye.

"Aha.. I'll keep that in mind.. Anyway, must wizards or witches born in Great Britain must attend Hogwarts. I bet your name is already there in big letters."

"Because of what happened with the hairless snake-face?"

"That's correct!" and with laughter he continued. "But let's not talk about him. For now at least.. We must focus on controlling your magic!"

"Control it?" Harry asked with bright eyes as he stand up. "Control it like you do?"

"Not as much as I do it, but something similar," Bill said, adjusting his bow tie. "But first, introductions. Sit down!"

The kid listened, feeling the soft cushion Bill provided, his mind pushing away the Dursleys and the pain.

"In this instance we are going to focus on chakras and those other silly things. So at least you would know what we are facing on for the time being."

And so they spent their time where Bill began to narrate to him about the first beings that had equal problems with their magic, trying in many ways to control it.

As he mentioned, he commented on the different types of energies such as the mind and the chakras, the Ki, the power of the cosmos and the different cultures that represents the vital energy of the universe, the reiatsu of the human life.

The Anima.

All this was fascinating to Harry, his desire to learn intensified with the anecdotes that Bill narrated of each piece of history of the entire world.

"And the wands?" Harry asked after getting to the ways of using his magic. "How I will learn to control my magic if I don't have a wand?"

"Harry, magic doesn't need a way to manifest. Only to free itself," said Bill. "Let me tell you a secret, wands are just pieces of wood that help to dose out the amount of energy when casting a spell. They are pretty good to control the flow of the massive core that you may have, but not how to use them correctly. All this stuff about using Latin words to make spells are just things they made up themselves over the centuries."

"Magic is what we all have inside of us, even muggles have some trails of it. Not much as an average wizard but something is there," Bill then sat up and put his fingers together in a meditation pose, Harry following instinctively. "Alright now, the thing that we are going to do is very simple kid. The magic that is inside of you, your core, we are going to make it come out again. For that you must.. close your eyes aaand relax."

Harry closed his eyes and tried to seal everything from his mind, Bill's voice being heard between tinkling echoes, like being inside a cave.

"Remember this words, magic is born from the emotions and the mind of the wise," Bill continued. "Fear and stress are what make your magic go wild. To achieve the balance of that energy, you must look within yourself for what they call the Magic Core and accept it as yours."

Bill's voice grew farther and farther away until, with a heartbeat, he was inside what looked like a cave lit with brightly colored plants, all leading him down a deep path.

Harry could imagine walking that path, feeling coldness all over his body that he hadn't noticed until running through his chest. By inertia he clung to his shirt. Was that normal or just his imagination?

Ignoring the pain, he continued walking until he sees a great river sparkling on the horizon. Smiling, Harry ran to face the water, touching it with his hands and, without stopping to look at the wonder of his magic, he immersed himself in it.

Warmth, softness, love..

Magic surrounded him like a hug, intriguing him throughout his body and soul. The place where he dipped glowed so purely that if he could cry he would.

Light, life..

This was his core.

This was his magic.

This was him..

This was..

AGONY

The pain in his chest returned, causing him to choke and writhe along with the bright colors flickering in the sudden darkness. With the sound of a twisted laugh.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Bill saw the boy surrounded by his own magic, his eyes still closed in perfect meditation. Pride invaded his shape making him shine a little bit. He got it on the first time!

However, his joy was cut off after hearing a buzz from Harry, seeing the strings of magic alter and collide between them.

And from a strong crack, Harry disappeared.

"Oh, that was great!" Bill said, only to open his eye wide after. "Wait.. Hoooooly SHIT! HARRY!

*CRACK*

"WOW!" Harry yelled, barely dodging a car. The lights and the sound of people talking around him for the afternoon make him dizzy. He ignored the pain on his chest as another car passed by beside him and he flinched, finally taken notice at his surroundings.

He was out of his cupboard and out of Privet Drive.

Mostly, he was in middle of a highway of London.

Without Bill Cipher around.

More cars came around, altering him and freeze him in place.

"Bill!" Harry yelled without receiving a reply, scampering with the sound of the horns and sudden shouts of the people around him. His eyes went big with terror as another car passed by his right, almost hitting him. He decided to move, looking much like a deer in the hightlights searching a way to get out of the road.

"Bill! Bill!" he tried again, without an answer. "Where are you!? BIIILL!"

A wave of his magic, reacting to his emotions, turned the hardness of the sidewalk in a soap-like substance, making the cars slip and turn themselves. The cars barely have time to slow down, collided like dominoes around them with no mercy. The sounds of the wheels resonates loudly, but it was useless against the substance around them.

It was total chaos.

And Harry was in the middle of it.

One of them, a big, blue truck was coming straight to the poor kid, the monstrous sound of his horn made Harry unconsciously cover his face with his arms and..

*CRACK*

Disapparated.

*POP*

Bill hadn't hesitated to teleport directly into the city, watching people walk calmly around the streets.

"Harry!" the triangle demon shouted desperate around the humans, his one eye glaring with a 360º around his shape searching for his lost friend. Because Harry was lost, right? Not dissapear by his own will after finding his source of magic, right?

Right?

...

Who was he kidding?

His boy is out there because of him!

Unconsciously and blinded with his panic state, Bill stepped in front of a bussiness man looking at his watch repeatedly. "Excuse me kind sir, have you seen a child with-?"

But this one went through him withouf taking a glare, making the entity groan in frustration.

"Ugh, but of course!" Bill exclaimed, hitting his flat face with his hand. "How could I forget!? I'm invisible to these people! Definitely, staying too long with the kid affected me so much."

With this, he decided to search for the Boy-Who-Lived from the sky, his nerves invading his judgment and analystic mind.

How could he be such an idiot!? He must have cast an anti-apparition or something! Or better, a spell to suppress magic in the cupboard!

And now, a six-year-old boy was lost, alone, in the big city.

All because of him.

Him! A demon that knows a lot of things, except of finding a single, tiny child!

What a fool!

"Concentrate Bill.. Concentrate!" he told himself, rubbing his eye with his hands, trying to feel Harry's essence as fighting a headache. But everything around him was surrounded by energy, those not yet born and wizard tourists didn't help at all.

Where? Where is he!?

A disturbance of people caught his attention. He flashed over there and landed on top of a light post, noticing the pile of cars scattered on some highway and ambulances picking up the wounded ones. And a feeling of warmth invaded him when he approached the scene.

Harry had been here.

"Hold on kid, I'm coming for you!"

With a snap of his fingers he disappeared, now having a trail to follow.

He just hoped that he could reach him before his magic gets out of control.

Harry was looking frantic through the streets of the city, with no idea where he was this time. Fear gnawed at him as he hurriedly dodged the people, some of them yelling at him as he tripped on their way.

How could this happen? He had managed to find his magic core! Isn't that what Bill told him, to accept his core as his own?

A sharp feeling in his chest made him slow down out of nowhere, moaning as he rubbed the area. There it was again, the same pain. Could it be that strange oppression the reason that his magic lashed out?

He needed to ask Bi-

"Hey little one, are you lost?"

A woman's voice brought him back to reality, turning his head so quickly that his neck ached with tension noticing the figure behind him. A woman, close to her twenties, was looking at him with a worried face holding what it looked like a nasty fur ball as a bag, her dressing strange of dark brown.

"N-No..?" That came out more as a question than an answer.

"Don't be afraid," the woman assured him, now adjusting her short brown hair. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Harry looked at her warely as he took a tiny step back, not trusting her words.

"I just want to help you," she said noticing his intention, this time softy. "I can't let a child roam the streets alone. It's very dangerous. You wouldn't know how the mugg- people can be around here."

"T-There's no need!" Harry tried to back away. Nerves clouded the kindness of the lady in front of him.

"Nonsense!" she exclaimed with determined eyes. "At least let me help you find your parents. They must be worried sick about you."

At those words, Harry's mind went into a trance.

Parents..

Worried sick..

Bill..

Bill worried sick.

"I-I must go!"

"No wait-! Stop!"

Too late.

Harry had already rushed away ignoring the shouts of the kind woman behind his back. He needed to find Bill. He didn't know how many turns he made, not noticing his magic reacting and giving him speed, but when he turned his head to see if he lost the lady, he collided with a dog. The dog yelped and stood up, ready to bite the boy with fury for interrupting its sleep.

Terrified and clouded by the image of Ripper, his Aunt Marge's demonic dog, the boy ran in terror being followed by the animal calling the name of his friend, only to disappear again with a strong crack.

And fall straight on a table with food.

"What the bloody hell!?"

Everyone at McDonald's stared at him in confusion. Where did that kid come from?

Harry blushed at the unwanted attention and flee to the kitchen, exclaiming apologetically to the clients. Only to return to take the box of fries and soda with him.

*CRACK*

And here we go again.

"No no no NO!" exclaimed the entity, frowning. His form was now dyed red. "Why is it so difficult for me to find a child!?"

Bill's exasperation had caused the flowers to sing among themselves as he passed by McDonald's. Harry had been here but again disappeared, leaving no trace of him this time.

Cursing in all the languages he knew, Bill left the restaurant and passed through anyone who came across him, still shinning red.

He was about to return to the air when the voices, in disastrous choruses, interrupted him.

"WHAT!?" he shouted, already furious. "What the heck do you guys want with me now!?"

The voices, ignoring his bad tone, recited in desperate songs that the entity's anger vanished. The words were glued together, but he was able to pull out only a few.

In a snap he was transported to where he had been instructed, again noticing a great tumult of people around a certain area. And Bill's eye widened in horror as he followed their gazes, discovering the why the disturbance.

Harry-fucking-Potter was on top of a building.

ON TOP.

OF A FUCKING BUILDING!

A number of people were screaming in horror at the scene, some running to the phone lines to call the police, the ambulance, or the fire department.

It was chaos that somehow he enjoys it ..

Shaking his figure, he returned to the image of Harry to the top, his body pressed firmly against the wall, tears falling from his eyes.

Flying as fast as he could, Bill came up in front of Harry's face.

"Harry!" he couldn't help but shout. "How the hell did you get up here!?"

"Bill!" Harry sobbed in relief. He had finally found it. "Bill, I'm so sorry-!"

"The tears for later kid! We must get you out of here before they sent the aurors! You need to channel your magic again!"

"But I can't!" He exclaimed desperately. "I've already been trying and I can't!"

"Yes you can, Harry! You are a wizard. You have magic. I know you can!"

"Bill, please!"

"TrUsT mE!" Bill's altered voice made Harry, who was trying to control his breathing, close his eyes and search once more for his core. The darkness almost surrounding him, the lights from the plants almost fainting as he rushed from the path.

But he didn't count on his own foot slipping off.

Everything was in slow motion for the entity.

The horrific look of Harry as he fell to his death, the sounds of others in pure chaos, the sudden images that came into his mind, clouding his perception.

And the desperate chorus of voices.

Everything was spinning.

It was too much..

So much..

Too much!

"ENOUGH!"

The shock of energy from Bill's body made all the living things in London freeze, the place turning into a sad and empty gray. All except from a colorful Harry Potter who was now floating in midair, his nose almost touching the ground.

With an inhuman speed, Bill grabbed Harry by the collar of his shirt and they teleported back to the cupboard, time running back to normal.

Harry was going to thank him and give him a hug but he saw the entire figure of the entity crack in the middle, his eye black and lifeless. And before he knew it, his shaped form break into piece scattering to yellow dust on the floor.

"Bill?" Harry approached the remains of his friend slowly, carefully taking them through his hands, tears falling on the yellow dust. "Bill!?"

"I'm here kid.."

Harry looked over his bed and there was Bill sitting on the covers, his eye narrowed as he fought against sleep. His figure was somewhat transparent and gray, an unusual appearance from the dream demon. As if he was just a hallucination.

"Don't be alarmed," Bill interrupted, raising a hand. "This is normal for me. I exceeded myself on that last outburst, trust me. Once I rest I will be the same as ever."

"S-Sorry.." Harry said in a broken voice, tears streaming from his eyes. "I'm s-so sorry. I-I tried.. I *sniff* I really tried.."

"I know, kid, I know. Calm down," he assured him. "The one who that needs to apologize here is me. I should have taken precautions. Because of me I put you in danger. I almost let you die out there."

Harry was going to refuse, to say that it was his fault and not his. That he had done the wrong thing, how sorry he was for making him worry. To say that he was only a disappointment.

"But hey, at least you could apparate! That's a good start!" Bill's cheerful tone put him off balance, bringing him to the present. "When I recover for this, we'll try some simple spells for a warm up. Levitation, Alteration-"

"Wait Bill!" Harry stopped her. "Fi-First you must.. you must recover."

"Oh right.." and laughing softly Bill closed his eye, his body starting to fade. "I guess I'll see you in the Mindscape kid.. Don't blame yourself for this, okay? I'll be back.."

And in a blink he disappeared. Harry stared at the space where his friend went, guilt gnawing at him. If he could have controlled his emotions like Bill had said, this would not have happened. If only he could-

' No.'

A voice, similar to Bill's, stopped him.

There was something, deep inside his mind, that caused him not to shed the rest of the tears.

He could get better. He could keep trying and gradually learn to control his magic. Bill had affirmed that to him. Not all wizards had a good start. He could do it. For his parents. For Bill. And for himself.

Determined, Harry approached his bed and, consumed by the weariness of using his magic and the fear that he passed minutes ago, he fell asleep.

He had to regain strength and speak to Bill before the Dursleys returned and put him to work by seeing him awake.

Better safe than be sorry.

Two weeks went too slow for poor Harry.

The school frustrated him with the carefree manner of teaching by the professors, the constant noises of Dudley's group and the other students around him. Having to be hiding alone with no one to talk to.

At home it was worse. The chores, without Bill's constant help, got heavier and heavier, even hurting himself by accident.

A fact that devoured the demon of impotence in the Mindscape.

But despite the hard work that was already more than a routine, the two were reunited in Harry's dreams studying about the control of magic.

Bill, after past events, suggested that they start with the theoretical basis.

Harry accepted without hesitation.

During that unfortunate day, Harry had promised to improve his control and absorb all the knowledge that Bill gave him every day, to the complete surprise of the entity.

He took notes that he later transcribed in the real world, answered everything Bill asked him, be it magical or mundane, hurried with the chores to be able to contact him after. There was no room for the young mortal's determination, increasingly filling Bill's pride.

When the demon was able to return to the real world, as yellow and charismatic as ever, Harry couldn't help but weep and jump up at him, giving him a hug. His friend was back!

Now the wizard was back at his school, this time calmer with Bill flying over his head, both debating -Bill laughing and Harry whispering- about a possible balance in a dream potion.

It would have been a quiet day for both of them if it weren't for being surrounded by Dudley and his group of friends.

"Well, look what we have here," said Piers with a smirk. "But if it's the little freak."

"Who are you talking to, poor boy?" Malcolm stood next to Piers and Gordon, his smile just as malicious as the others. "With your imaginary friend?"

Harry said nothing, just listened to his taunts and insults while Bill kept his eye narrowed surrounded by the little energy he had at the moment.

"Aww, aren't he saying anything?" Malcolm grabbed him by the hair and looked up at him. "Since when did you become so brave, eeh?"

"How about we teach your cousin a lesson, eh Dudley?" Dennis asked snapping his bones.

"Heck yeah!" replied the fat boy. "It's been a long time since we've played Harry Hunting."

"What a good idea!" Gordon exclaimed with bright eyes. "What if we make it more interesting? With a bet!"

"With money?"

"I'm in! Whoever breaks his nose wins the cash!"

The children kept arguing, forgetting about the green-eyed boy. Harry widened his eyes for a moment as he could feel Bill's anger for some reason, then calmed down. He had an idea.

"Look!" Harry yelled, pointing behind them. "It's the teacher!"

The big boys whirled around in horror. Malcolm let go of Harry's hair and without hesitation took advantage of that moment to run away from the group.

"Hey, he's getting away!"

Harry didn't flinch to see who had yelled at him, he rushed to the side near the other children with Bill floating near him. Now all that remained was to lose sight of them and hide until the next hour.

Turning around a corner, Harry stopped dead. Of all places he had to stop on. A closed road!

"Oh uh.."

He was trapped with no way out of this.

The gang was behind him and at any moment they would catch up.

Bill had just recently recovered and was unable to use much of his magic yet.

Harry had no choice but to try it again.

He closed his eyes and searched through consciousness for his core, remembering his way to the great lake that was his magic.

Warmth, softness, love..

"Harry ..." Bill began, but the boy ignored him.

Magic surrounded him like a blanket over his entire body, ignoring the noise from outside, forgetting all of them.

Light, life..

The pain was no longer as shocking as it had been before, managing to hold his breath and let himself be carried away by the current of his own magic, shinning blindly until he saw nothing but white.

Hope.

...

*CRACK*

The familiar sound instantly scared Harry, recalling the moments when he was alone in the city. But as he opened his eyes, Bill was still floating at his side, looking down to where they were standing.

Following his gaze, he could see Dudley and his group pass the hallway where they were moments ago and then continue elsewhere.

He was safe.

"Whoa, it's really high here, hahaha!"

"What happened?" Harry asked, looking everywhere in realization. "Where are we?"

"Kid, you did it! You gathered the magic from your core and teleported us on the roof. Without losing control! I'm so proud of you, little ray!

"Little ray?"

"Just a nickname," Bill shrugged. "We better get down before the teachers find out and call your relatives."

"Or could we stay here and come down when the doorbell rings?"

Bill could only stare at him in disbelief at what he heard. They were on the roof of his school, where everyone could see him and blame him for rebellion. But those eyes.. Oh no! It was the look!

"Okay fine, you win. But don't say I didn't warn you."

And so they spent the rest of the break before returning to the boring classes. Bill hovered near the ceiling, watching Harry pay attention to the lectures, thinking.

Harry had momentarily managed to control his magic. It was a great achievement that not many wizards in the past could have done. That demonstrated the great potential that the boy had.

Tom Riddle's face appeared in his mind, making him growl. So much potential and not having a way to learn from it. He could imagine what could had been Harry's life if he hadn't met him.

He would have continued to be abused by his family, malnourished, broken inside with obedience without having the right to ask for anything. He could have made it to Hogwarts being mocked by the other wizards, the Boy-Who-Lived knowing nothing of the wizarding world. He would've being manipulated by his fame that he himself would not know, people following him by only interest instead of friendship.

Although he did not admit it, he was very grateful to met him that day.

He wasn't going to let anyone, not even Tom Riddle, touch a single hair on the boy again. Not when he was now involved.

Bill closed his eye and counted the remaining minutes for departure, not noticing the faint glow on Harry's back.

Not even the slight whisper of voices singing in simple and pleasant syllables.

"Od'e tijs.."

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The woman rushed to get the tiny boy, almost falling for her heels from her boots. He shouldn't be roaming alone in the streets!

Her concern rise up as she saw him getting further away.

As much as she loved the muggle world and the people around her, she was aware of the great dangers that the kid would face if he was by himself.

The kidnaps, the rape, the kill.

It was the flaws behind the coin of a galleon that must mages couldn't face yet. And as much as she wanted to find an excuse of those awful things, she knows that she couldn't.

She knew that the kid wanted help, she saw it into his eyes. The need of wonder and at the same time fright in his emerald gaze, the flame of vulnerability.

And his soul yelling in the untrustful terror of being in front of her. As if she was an enemy.

She wasn't so bad with the kid, was she? After all she was starting her apprentice as a History teacher in a muggle school. She learned that approach her students with softness and understandment was all she would need to let her in.

Maybe she was being too forward?

She couldn't help herself when she saw him glaring at his surrounding like a lost puppy searching from his owner. So confused and at lost that she left the shopping that she was doing and come to him.

Yes, she'd been too forward for her own good. She would hit her head in the nearest wall if she wasn't following a thin kid on the streets.

The said kid keep running like a prey away from a hunter dodging everything and everyone making the chace a challenge. She saw him turn left of a Book shop and she only saw the emptyness of the halls.

The kid was gone.

How could it be..?

She shook her head, erasing the through from her mind.

'Nobody can control their magic on an early age. Not even apparate,' her mind shot its theory as she look around for the boy. 'He could be hidding somewhere, or entered on the shops as a way to lose my sight. It's not like that he could disapparate out of nowhere, right?'

Right?

Her question didn't get an answer, even when an eye shows up from on top of her and as it came disappear, leaving a feeling of awareness in her way back to the shop she was in.

She needed new muggle clothes after all.

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