This short little fic was written for a prompt that was given on a Discord group I am part of. The prompt was: Personification aka Anthropomorphic. Basically the point of view, and personification of everyday objects or pets. I have never written anything like that before, and this little story was the first thing that popped into my head.
Shut Your Eyes & See
As wonderful and convenient as Magic is, there are downsides of course. Unintended effects that really can't be helped. Creatures born near ley lines usually end up learning a bit of magic of their own after all, mostly to do with disappearing and avoiding capture. Hunters dread such places, usually called those peculiar forests and hunting grounds cursed or haunted.
But there are other unintended effects of being near magic constantly. Buildings, objects, tools, all seem to also pick up ambient magic from time to time. And sometimes, every once in a while, they get a bit of a mind of their own...
They had started as reading glasses. Worm by a man that was quite upset at having need of them at all. The round spectacles found themselves thrown around various spots of the dark study quite often. Only to hear the mutterings of his Master, looking for him 20 minutes later, once his eyes started hurting and he felt a headache coming on from reading without aid. During those times, the spectacles made sure to catch the light, just so, to catch the older man's attention.
The reading glasses would then do their best to sit comfortably on their Humans nose, and help ease the headaches the proud man had given to himself. Eventually a friendly enough relationship was struck. The man made a little place for them on his study desk, and made sure to put them away with care every night after reading.
One dreary day the man stopped coming into the study at all though. For quite a while the glasses sat undisturbed, quite lonely without any books to read anymore. They had enjoyed the adventure books their owner had favored. As well as some of the academic books about runes, yes, they had both always found that subject quite interesting.
It was during one of these musings that the glasses found themselves being disturbed. Someone was back in the study, but it wasn't his Master. No, it was his former Masters boy. Except he was no longer a little boy any more, but a man. He looked very much like his old human though. With blue eyes, and dark perpetually messy hair. James. Yes, that was his name, James Potter.
And so his new life began with James. The reading glasses found themselves moved from the old dark comfortable study, to a new home at the Ministry of Magic itself! James had made a little spot for him on his office desk. He didn't need to wear the glasses often, but would put them on whenever it was time to do the paperwork that would pile up from him always ignoring it.
The paperwork was not exactly on par with the stories the reading specs was used to. No, no longer did the glasses get to read grand adventures of Unicorns in disguise and lost Wizards. But some of the case files his James worked on were quite amusing.
Not so amusing was when James' wife would come in to visit the office with their young son. On those days, the reading glasses often found themselves being squeezed too tightly in the small chubby hands of the pair's baby. Or even worse, often chewed on and slobbered all over. The reading glasses decided then that they did not care for children, not one bit. They especially disliked this particular child.
A day came when James did not come back. Which wasn't too worrisome, as he would disappear for days at a time depending on the case. But time dragged, and still James did not reappear. It was 3 weeks later when a man named Sirius came and packed up James office. The glasses found themselves stowed away in a dark dusty old box. And in the box they sat for quite some time, until one day…
A Child, he couldn't have been no more than 9 or 10, had opened the box. He rummaged around pulling out this and that, inspecting the pieces before putting them carefully back. He did this until his curious fingers found the old dusty specs. The eyeglasses found themselves being carefully picked up and studied by a child with spring green eyes, and familiar wild black hair.
The boy lifted the glasses up, with much more care than he had ever done as a baby, and held them up into the light. But the glasses did not care. They had been stowed away too long, and had lost something of itself in that time. The lens sat dull in their frames, refusing to catch suns rays.
But apparently the boy wasn't having it. The child brought the glasses up to his mouth, and huffed his warm moist breath all over the glass lenses, before then smothering them in his shirt. The sleepy and curmudgeonly spectacles were feeling quite badly abused and manhandled at this point, before realizing they were being put on. And then the glasses found themselves cleaned, (if not a little smudged) and perched precariously on the small nose of the child.
Then, at what seemed the speed of light, the child was running down three flights of stairs, and whooping in delight. He ran outside, out into a yard of green grass and tall trees. And that's where the two spent the rest of their afternoon until a familiar man showed up. Sirius, his old Masters best friend, and Harry's godfather.
"The leaves, I can see the leaves so clearly!"
Harry had shouted to his surrogate father. Sirius looked at the boy and the glasses could see a bit of heart break in his eyes at the site of the boy wearing his old friends reading glasses. But that was soon pushed aside as the older man finally realised that his young charge needed his eyesight examined.
"Can I use these ones? I mean, these frames? After we see the doctor? They were my Da's right?"
And with a sad smile, and a nod, the older man agreed.
The eye glasses had mixed feelings about this new life. As time progressed, and the glasses would find themself lost all about the house and property, getting sat on constantly, or his lenses always getting cracked when they fell off the too small face of the boy child. Well they were starting to feel badly used, and upset. They were respectable glasses after all, not meant to be galavanting all about.
The glasses were just about ready to start devising a plan on how to get permanently lost when the boy's Hogwarts letter came in. The specs could hardly believe what they were reading, a school with books and learning? Ok, perhaps operation 'disappearing act' could be put on hold for a moment.
For once, the glasses and the boy found themselves excited and eager for the same thing. To go away and live in a big castle, to learn new exciting things, and maybe have an adventure or two. Perhaps save a Witch from a dragon, or maybe take a class on runes?
Time passed as it always does, and soon enough the pair found themselves on a train, finally heading for their new adventure. With a trunk full of books that the boy had not touched once, much to the glasses dismay. But still, there would be plenty of reading done in school after all.
"Your glasses, they are cracked."
A young girl was standing in front of them, pointing out the obvious. The glasses knew its lenses were cracked, it imagined that the rest of him must look quite shabby as well.
"I think I remember a spell for that."
"Really? You already know how to do some spells?" Harry replied.
"Well I haven't had a chance to practice at all. But I did read the incantation for repairing small objects. Here let me give it a go."
Oh great, just what the glasses needed, a child blasting him to bits while trying her first spell. Right before he was about to reach Hogwarts no less! Fate was truly a cruel mistress it seemed. Except the old reading glasses did not find themselves blasted to bits, or turned into some sort of toad. Instead the glass lenses were not only repaired, but cleaned and shined. The metal frame that was slightly crooked from years of abuse and neglect, got straightened out. And the loose screw on the left hinge got tightened, which felt just marvelous!
Just like that, the glasses found themselves feeling 20 years younger. He didn't know who this young witch was, but she knew her business. Now to help his Harry see this as well. With renewed life the specs made sure to catch the light and let his former Masters child see just how prettily the young Witches dark eyes sparkled in the sunlight streaming into the train compartment. It also made sure to highlight the fetching smattering of freckles she had across the bridge of her nose.
"Thanks, that was brilliant! Um- woul-would you like to sit here with me? My name is Harry by the way, Harry Potter."
The boy stuttered and blushed at the pretty and apparently talented girl in front of him. The dark wild haired witch's smile was as bright as the sun when she replied.
"Yes, of course. Nice to meet you, I am Hermione, Hermione Granger."
She stowed away her trunk with Harry's help, but not before pulling out a textbook, much to the reading glasses delight. She sat next to Harry and sat the book open across both their laps. The curly haired Witch started talking about ancient runes and all their uses. And once again, the glasses and the boy found themselves in agreement on something. The both couldn't help but notice how absolutely enchanting this young Witch was.
The End
Sorry, I know its a bit unpolished compared to my other work. This was written quickly, as I mentioned before, for a prompt.
I have been gone forever, and have a nasty case of writers block. I have been able to start new stories, but not really able to work on any existing ones. So my apologies. I wanted to post this little bit fic as a thank you for being patient with me.
