A/N: Thanks for reviews. Here's chapter two for you guys. Hope you like it.
Note Aug/2017: Some of this chapter has been rewritten.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse
'Thoughts'
Marcus Lee was walking down the streets of the more remote part of London. It was the anniversary of the death of his wife and daughter. They had died among the last victims of the Dark Lord Voldemort's era – only few days before little Harry Potter had defeated him. Many people thought that Voldemort – or You-know-who, as they called him – had died that fateful night in Godric's Hollow, but Marcus knew better. At the time, he had still been the Head of the Unspeakables, and stuff like that was always given for his department to investigate. Marcus himself had been one of the Unspeakables who went to the Potters' house – or what was left of it anyway – and found out that the traces of the magic happened there, referred to some ancient form of magic that Marcus had never faced before in his years as an Unspeakable.
Nevertheless, they found out that Harry Potter had not killed Voldemort, only destroyed his body, and due to that unknown form of magic Voldemort had survived, even if only as a weak spirit form. Marcus and the two other Unspeakables who had investigated the case with him, immediately informed the Minister of their findings, but the new Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge – who had been named as the Minister when Millicent Bagnold had been killed a few months before Voldemort's downfall – refused to believe them and threatened to sack them from the Ministry if they ever uttered a word from their findings. Of course he had really no power in the Department of the Mysteries, since only the Head of the Department could hire or fire people there and the Head was voted by the other Unspeakables from among them.
In all his years as Head and as an agent before, Marcus had dealt with all kinds of people and knew that it was better to keep quiet for now and strike at the best opportunity. After all, he knew that he couldn't get Fudge sacked, when almost all the people in magical Britain had his back. They foolishly thought that Voldemort's downfall was Fudge's credit, because Voldemort was defeated so quickly after his becoming to a Minister – and failed to see that Fudge really had nothing to do with the matter.
After the meeting with the Minister, Marcus decided it was time for him to take his leave of absence, which he had planned to take before Voldemort had declared an all-out war. Now that the world was somewhat at peace again, he wanted to take time to heal from the pain that came from the death of his wife and daughter. Also he had neither strength nor desire to deal with as incompetent Minister as Fudge.
And so, he had left the Ministry and travelled around the world, each year returning to Britain only for the anniversary of his family's death. Now as he walked down the streets from the cemetery, a deserted shack caught his eye. He heard a loud bang followed by a red light and saw the shack burst into flames. Only one thing, Marcus knew, could do such a thing – Fiendfyre.
Even though Marcus knew that nothing could survive a fiendfyre and doubted that there had been anyone in the old shack, he couldn't help but move towards it. Something was pulling him there, and he didn't know what it was. Perhaps it was the faint emerald light, he thought he had seen shine in the shack just before it burst into the flames. Nevertheless, he was at the shack putting down the flames. Fiendfyre was almost impossible to control, but the Unspeakables had their ways for everything.
It took him a few minutes to get the fire under control, before he was free to investigate the remains of the shack. He started from the inside of the shack, and noticed to his utmost horror that someone had been living there. He saw the traces of a burnt body that after a few scanning spells turned out to be a young girl. Marcus wondered briefly if the emerald light had come from the girl, while moving towards, what seemed to have been the door to the shack.
Right in front of the door he found two more bodies, one of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy's, and one of a five or six-year-old boy. What shocked Marcus the most was not the older boy who had burned almost completely, but the younger one, who wasn't burnt at all. The boy was unconscious, but clearly still breathing. He had no burn marks at all and Marcus could feel a faint tingle of magic around him. 'The emerald light had to come from him.' Marcus mused. 'He's clearly a wizard, but there is something wrong with his magical core.'
Marcus ran a few more basic scans, but found nothing physically wrong with him. He was just magically exhausted. Marcus heard faint voices coming from the few houses that were close to the cemetery. 'Of course the muggles would've seen the fire.' Marcus thought. He scooped the boy in his arms and apparated to his home in Britain. He couldn't leave the boy there in the risk of exposing their world to the muggles, since there was no way anyone could've survived a fire like that. He knew there was nothing he could do to the other bodies and that it was better to let the muggles deal with them.
Marcus laid the boy down on to the bed that once belonged to his daughter. He started to clean the boy from the dust and changed his clothes to clean ones. 'They must've been street children…' Marcus mused as he watched the old ragged clothes the boy had been wearing. The first thing he noticed about the boy when he cleaned him was that he had lots of scars all over his body, especially in his back. He could make out a few lines that had clearly come from a belt. Marcus felt a wave of anger run through him when he thought about whoever had done it to the boy. The boy was incredibly thin and you could see the bones through his skin – he had no fat or muscle in his body. He had a thick raven black hair, which pointed out to every direction possible. He also had round, broken glasses that seemed to be repaired many times with duct tape.
Marcus was just removing the glasses from him when he saw something that shocked him more than anything else he had seen that night. 'It can't be… It's not possible. He was supposed to be safe, away with some muggles – Harry.'
The boy had a scar shaped like a lightning bolt above his right eye. The famous scar that Voldemort had given him the night he fell; the scar that marked Harry Potter – the Boy-who-lived.
Thoughts were buzzing in Marcus' head trying to find the answers. 'Dumbledore assured everyone that he was safe. What could've happened to him? Why was he living in the streets? Where all those scars came from? What is wrong with his magical gore?'
Marcus fetched some potions that helped his recovery from the magical exhaustion and sat down next to him. 'He looks just like his father, James.' He thought a faint, sad smile tucking his lips. Marcus had been a close friend of the Potters before they died, and had babysitted little Harry many times when Lily and James were on an Order business or otherwise needed some time alone. Marcus himself had never joined the Order of the Phoenix, since he had never really liked Dumbledore and wouldn't allow himself to become a pawn of his. Marcus had always seen through that grandfatherly mask on his face and never fallen for his compulsions. He knew that Dumbledore wasn't evil or 'Dark' at heart, but he also wasn't the saint that everyone thought him to be. Marcus also didn't approve his methods in the name of 'the Greater Good' as he called his cause, but knew he couldn't convince him to change them. After all a leader, can't lead a leader.
Marcus was brought out of his musing by the boy – or Harry – stirring. 'He has Lily's eyes' he noted as Harry opened his eyes. Marcus could see the confusion in them, before it turned to a fear. He was up from the bed before Marcus could even blink and ran to the corner of the room at the sight of Marcus. Harry folded his hands around himself and curled to the corner trying to look as small as possible as if waiting to be hit.
"Shh… It's alright Harry," Marcus said soothingly. "My name is Marcus Lee. I was a friend of your parents." He tried to say, but Harry seemed to react even worse at the mention of his parents. His face lost all color and Marcus had to wonder what he had been told about his parents.
"Nobody's going to hurt you here. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Marcus tried for a long time to get Harry to understand that he was safe there, but nothing worked. In the end he did the only thing he could try anymore and whispered:
"Legilimens"
Never before had Marcus seen anything like it. Harry's mind was a chaos. Memories and emotions were tangled with each other and he had multiple blocks in his mind. Marcus could recognize the magical signature around the blocks and he had hard time keeping his anger in check. 'Dumbledore. That fucking old coot has gone too far. He has blocked his magic and his memories...'
Marcus' thoughts were interrupted by a faint voice, barely above a whisper, from somewhere deep in Harry's mind.
"Who are you?"
Marcus dug deeper into his mind towards the sound and finally saw a shape of Harry's mind. He was tied with chains to a pillar, but could still speak. The shape looked like Harry probably would look, if he had grown up like a normal child.
"Harry?" Marcus asked carefully.
"Harry?" The shape spoke thoughtfully. "Yes, I was called by that name once."
"What do you mean?" Marcus asked. "What are you called now?"
"I am called Sky. But you haven't answered my question; who are you?"
"My name is Marcus Lee. I was a friend of your parents once."
"Ah, I remember you. You visited our house many times when I was a baby. Now, why are you here?"
"I couldn't get you to calm down and I had to know what had happened to you in order to help you. I found out that you have multiple blocks in your mind and magic."
"Yes, the man with a long white beard blocked them and chained me into this pillar when I was fifteen-month- old. The conscious part of me can't remember anything about the time before I was brought to the Dursleys and very little from that time either. I have lived in the streets for a year now."
"The Dursleys? Why can't you remember it?"
"I was kept in the dark most of the time. There are parts that the conscious part of me can remember, like most of the beatings, but otherwise only darkness. There are only scars left from my time there, both mental and physical."
"Is there a way to free you from the chains? I don't know if I am powerful enough to destroy the blocks."
"The block on my magic has already weakened. I have fought them for years and have been able to weaken it so that I could use my magic to safe my life when needed like I did tonight, but it is still too strong for me to break completely. I shall need your help."
"What can I do?"
"There is a place called Phoenix. It is known only for those in a dire need of it. You must take me there, so that I can heal. There we can unite our powers and break them, but it will take time. You must be prepared for it."
Marcus looked into the eyes too old for his age, of the figure that was Harry's unconsciousness and made his decision. He had wandered for too long, lost in his grief over his family. It was time he found a new path.
"I am" He said with conviction. "I shall take you there tomorrow." Marcus said and retired from Harry's mind.
Harry was still curled in the corner of the bedroom watching him warily. Marcus took out his wand and cast a sleeping charm on him so he could move him back to the bed and go to sleep himself. As he walked to his own bedroom he thought about what he had learned. He could now understand more about Harry's reactions towards him and probably other adults as well. He also knew now better than to mention his parents to him since he could remember nothing about them and probably thought that the Dursleys were his parents. Once again he had to use all his Occlumency to keep himself from blowing up the house when he thought about the Dursleys. What shook him the most though, was the level of maturity that the unconscious part of Harry showed. When he thought about it, Marcus had seen it even in his eyes behind all that fear, before he entered Harry's mind.
'No six-year-old should suffer like he has.'
The next morning Marcus woke up early and went to make breakfast. He had asked a house elf to buy groceries before going to sleep the night before, but preferred to make his breakfast himself. He had never liked enslaving anyone so he had an agreement with the elves that they could have days off and he paid them in various ways – they refused to accept money as a payment.
While making breakfast he wondered how he could make Harry – or Sky as he was now called – to eat some breakfast and come to Phoenix with him. He could always use the sleeping charm again, but preferred to take him willingly. He loaded the tray with food and carried it to the room Harry – err… Sky was staying. He knocked the door softly so that Harry – Sky could know that he was coming and not freak out immediately.
Marcus found him sitting in a same corner as the night before, watching him warily from under his bangs.
"I brought you some food." Marcus said gently as he laid the tray on the bed.
He kneeled down to the same level as Sky, but kept his distance so he would not frighten him.
"Sky" He said gently and noticed that the name got some reaction out of him. "I want you to know that no one is going to hurt you while you're with me. Not me and not anyone. Do you understand? You can only nod or shake your head."
Harry – Sky regarded him for a long time before giving a tiny nod. Marcus wondered if he really understood or just nodded in the fear of getting hit if he had shaken his head.
"Good, now we need to leave here at noon and travel to a place where we can start healing you, but first there is some food for you. You can eat as much as you like. Is there anything you'd like to ask?" Marcus asked gently.
He could see some hesitation in his eyes, but in the end he just shook his head. Marcus concealed a sigh and left the room. He knew it would take time to get anything out of him, but he couldn't help hoping for some reaction.
'I'll just need to be patient with him.'
Sky was utterly confused. He had woken up in a strange house and couldn't remember what had happened. The last thing he could remember was that he was walking with Blake towards the Shack and then everything went black.
There was a man in the house who had told him that he was a friend of his parents, which had led to his instincts taking over and trying to hide himself. The man had tried to assure him that he was safe with him, but how could he be? You couldn't trust adults and you couldn't especially trust friends of his parents. The man had spoken to him for what felt like hours, but in the end he had just spoken a weird word and fallen silent for a long time, just staring at him. When the man had come out of his trance he had pointed him with a stick that shot some kind of white light towards him and he had fallen asleep.
Somehow he had ended up on the bed again when he awoke, and had to move back to the corner to feel safer. A little later the man had come in with a tray full of food that he claimed was for him. Sky had never had that much food to eat and was very suspicious about it. Then the man had kneeled in front of him, though kept his distance, and once again tried to assure him that he was safe with him. He had given him a chance to answer by nodding or shaking his head. Sky had regarded him trying to think his options. There was a small part of him that wanted to trust the unknown man, but in the end Sky didn't want to risk getting beaten, so he gave a small nod. The man had said that he was taking him somewhere to heal and Sky didn't know what he meant by that. He had almost asked, but the lessons from his parents were carved deep in his mind and he knew that asking questions was forbidden. The man had left the room after telling him that he could eat as much as he liked, so there he was, staring at the tray full of food in front of him weighing his options.
Sky knew that he couldn't escape, since he had tried to open the door and the window the moment he woke up, but couldn't open them. He could go with the man and try to escape in the new place or he could try to refuse and probably get beaten. In the end he decided to go willingly and try to escape on the journey and try to find Dora, and for that he needed all the strength he could get so he started eating.
'Don't worry Dora, I'll find you.'
At noon Marcus opened the door to the room Sky was staying. He was still sitting in the same corner, but the breakfast tray was nearly empty. Marcus approached him slowly.
"Sky, it is time to go." He took a scarf, which he had transformed into a Portkey, from his pocket and held it for Sky to grab.
"I need you to stand up and take a hold from this scarf."
After a little hesitation Sky complied.
"You may feel a little dizzy or sick, but don't lose your hold from the scarf. I shall explain everything to you when we arrive at our destination."
Sky looked at him with wary eyes, but tightened his hold from the scarf. Marcus focused on his magic and his dire need to help Harry and muttered the words 'Portus indu Phoenix' and activated the Portkey. He felt the familiar tuck behind his navel as they disappeared.
They arrived at a large mansion that glowed with light. It was colored with different shades of white and gold and surrounded by multiple gardens and fountains. Suddenly flashes of light dazzled them and hundreds of phoenixes appeared in front of them. It was the most beautiful sight Marcus had ever seen and from the look of Sky's face he was thinking the same.
'Welcome to the House of Phoenix. Do not be afraid, for we shall not hurt you.' Marcus couldn't tell where the voice was coming from, whether it spoke in his head or in the outside, but in the end didn't think it was important as the voice continued.
'Welcome Sky Electus. We have been waiting for your arrival for many cycles of life.'
Marcus could see the confusion in Sky's face that must have showed in his own too, and decided to spare him from asking.
"What do you mean by that? How did you know we were coming?"
'Phoenixes know many things. Our songs have for years spread the word of an Electus that shall free this world of the Evil that threatens to consume it.'
"Evil? You mean Voldemort?"
'The Dark Lord of the late is just a small part of the Great that is the Evil. Evil is everywhere, corrupting more and more of the Good. We can no longer survive in the midst of it. Phoenixes are the symbol of the Good, symbol of Light but we can no longer fight against the Evil. Not alone. The Balance has been broken and the more years go by the weaker our power gets. This house is the last place that has not been touched by Evil. It the sanctuary of Light and Good, a place for healing. The Phoenixes have gathered here to preserve it, to wait for the Keeper of Balance to arrive."
"What does all of this have to do with Har- Sky?" Marcus asked not even pretending to understand half of what the Phoenix was saying.
'He is the catalyst for repairing what has been broken. The Good of him has been stained by Evil since before his existence. He has been touched by Balance and will become a Keeper of Balance as will those who follow him.' The White Phoenix gazed at Harry with unblinking eyes before continuing. 'The power is within him and he is destined for Great things. But before anything else, we shall help to heal him.'
As the phoenix finished talking, the doors to the mansion opened and the phoenixes scattered leaving only three of them – a white, a black and a gold-red – to take Sky and Marcus inside. The mansion was huge. There were multiple rooms; bedrooms, training rooms, libraries, saloons and dining rooms, all furnished with white and gold colored furniture.
'This house is a sanctuary for those in great need. Many before you have graced its halls and many will. You may settle down in any of the rooms you want.' The white phoenix said and flamed away with the others.
Sky sat on the bed in a bedroom of one of the many in the huge mansion all escape plans forgotten. He was utterly convinced that he was having a dream – a very realistic dream, but a dream nevertheless. 'This can't be real. I did not just appear here by touching a scarf, nor did I hear a bird – a phoenix – speaking to me, for real. Phoenixes are a myth and there is just no way that there would be a house full of them… Yes, I'm dreaming, or that man drugged me and I'm having hallucinations.'
There was a knock on the door and the man stepped inside. He walked towards him, but stopped after a few steps. He took the same stick – which he had waved, before Sky had fallen asleep the night before – from his sleeve and waved it in front of him, muttering some words Sky couldn't make out. Suddenly a comfy chair appeared out of nowhere a few meters from the bed that Sky was sitting on. The man walked over it and sat down.
"I know this must be all very confusing for you, but I shall try to explain everything, and if you have any questions feel free to ask them. I will answer the best as I can."
Sky barely registered what the man was saying. He was busy gaping the chair. 'Drugs it is.' He thought and suddenly all fear forgotten Sky felt his anger growing.
"What the hell did you give me?" He snapped taking up a pose that he had learned from Blake when he was angry. "LSD? DMT?
The man looked utterly confused.
"Pardon?"
"What drugs did you give me?!" Sky was all but screaming.
"Drugs?" The man asked looking even more confused. Suddenly his face cleared. "Ahh, that Muggle thing. Isn't it very unhealthy?"
Sky stared at the man an incredulous look on his face. 'He's completely nuts. That's just great. I was kidnapped by a nutter.'
"Muggle?" Sky asked deciding to play along, while trying to think of a way to escape.
"Oh, Muggles are non-magic folk."
"Magic?" Sky stated incredulously.
"Oh, right. Err… What if we just started fresh? My name is Marcus Lee and I'm a wizard."
'He's even crazier than I thought.'
"I know you probably won't believe me, but that's the truth. Magic is real and so are witches and wizards and many other things that you may think only as a muggle fairytale, like the phoenixes you saw earlier. Now, this is a wand." The man – Marcus Lee – said, once again taking the stick from his sleeve. "A wand is commonly used to practice magic, but there are other ways, like wandless magic, but I'll tell you about those later."
"So, why are you telling me this?"
"Because you're a wizard too, Sky."
'And now he's completely off his rocker.'
"Yea, right."
"You were born to a wizard called James Potter and a witch called Lily Evans Potter the 31th of July 1980. You were named Harry James Potter, after your grandfather Harold Evans and your father."
"Sorry to inform you, but you've got the wrong kid. My family name was Dursley and my name is Sky."
"The Dursleys are your aunt and uncle by your mother's side. They have always hated magic. You were left with them after the deaths of your parents."
"What happened? How did they die?"
"During the time when you were born, there was a war in the wizarding world. A Dark wizard called Voldemort had risen into power. He wanted to kill all the muggleborn and half-blood wizards and witches and 'purify' the blood in the wizarding world. People lived in fear every day, it was a horrible time. You along with your parents went into hiding under a Fidelius charm, because our spy in the mist of Voldemort's ranks informed us that he was coming after you. A Fidelius charm is a charm that keeps the secret information hidden with a Secret-Keeper.
"In this case your parents had put a Fidelius around your house and only one person had the information of your location. Unfortunately, they trusted a wrong person and the Secret-Keeper revealed the information to Voldemort, who came to your house on Halloween 1981 and killed your parents. He tried to kill you too, but the killing curse bounded back at him destroying his body and he vanished leaving you with that lightning bolt scar on your forehead, which makes you one of the most famous persons in the wizarding world."
Sky was silent for a moment, trying to comprehend all he had heard. He had always wondered how he had gotten the scar on his forehead and the man's story explained why the Dursleys had always hated him. Could it be true? Some part of him was starting to trust the man, but then his instincts kicked in screaming 'don't trust adults'.
"And how'd you know all this?" Sky asked defiantly.
"I told you back in my house that I was a friend of your parents. I was there when you were born. And I was there investigating the ruins of your house."
They sat in silence for a long time before the man spoke again.
"You look like your father, you know, though you have your mother's eyes. I have a picture here for you, if you'd like to see them. It was taken a few days before they died." He said and levitated the picture to Sky.
Sky stared at the floating photo before hesitatingly taking it to his hands. He couldn't take his eyes of the three people in it even to notice that they were moving, nor that the man had left the room.
In the picture there were two young people holding a little baby in their arms and waving happily to the camera. The baby was a spitting image of the man, his father. They had the same nose and a mouth and a thick black hair that was pointing in every possible direction. But the eyes were his mother's. The woman had a long fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, exactly the same shape and color as the baby had.
Like Sky had.
The man hadn't lied. They really were his parents.
Marcus sighed as he closed the room. He didn't think Sky had even noticed that he had left. 'It's going to be a hard and long process for Sky to deal with all the ghost of his past and heal. But I'll help him get through it, whatever the cost.'
He walked to his room the next door and saw an owl waiting for him. It was one the Unspeakables used when sending formal letters. Marcus could already guess the contents of it; every year around this time they sent him the same letter trying to get him to come back. He always sent a polite answer refusing the offer. He wasn't still ready to go back, especially now that he had Sky to take care of.
Marcus cast a tempus charm and saw that it was almost 2 pm. He had planned to start Sky's healing process after lunch by speaking with the chained part of Sky's mind and was wondering if he should do it without Sky noticing or asking him for permission. Marcus didn't like invading anyone's mind, but he knew that it was necessary in Sky's case. In the end he decided to try and explain Legilimency to Sky and if that didn't work he would have to do it stealthily.
Marcus went down to the dining room around three. The phoenixes were nowhere in sight, but it didn't bother him, as the white one had informed him that they would spent most of their time in the gardens. Marcus had summoned a few of his house-elves to the mansion to take care of cooking.
He was just sitting down in the table when Sky entered the room. He sat down hesitatingly to the seat opposite Marcus, never taking his eyes of Marcus' face. The house-elves brought the food to the table and they sat in silence while eating.
"Do you have any questions about the things I told you earlier?" Marcus asked.
"I- I can't be a wizard. I don't know any magic." Sky mumbled.
"Sure you do. You just don't know how to use it yet." Marcus said almost laughing out loud at the thought of Harry Potter not having any magic. 'Now that would be a scandal.'
"That is what I'm going to teach you as soon as we get all the blocks destroyed from you, among other things."
"Blocks? What blocks?"
"There are multiple blocks in your magic and your mind, which is why you haven't been properly able to use magic and can't remember anything about the time before the Dursleys."
"How can they be removed?"
"They were cast by a very powerful wizard called Albus Dumbledore, and must be destroyed by a more powerful force, which is why we are in this house among the phoenixes. Now this method requires for me to enter your mind and use Legilimency, which is a form of mind magic, if you'll allow me."
"That's what you did for me yesterday!" Sky exclaimed.
"Yes, and I would like to apologize for entering your mind without permission, but it was necessary, so that I could help you. There is a form of yourself, chained in your mind and I need to break the chains so that we can destroy the blocks and heal your mind. It is a long and hard process, because we need to release your magic and memories little by little, so that it won't overwhelm you or cause an explosion. I shall start teaching you Occlumency, which is another mind art that lets you sort your memories and keep your mind in order. It also shields you from Legilimency attacks, but I shall leave that for another time. For now, the most important thing is to get rid of the blocks. I think that with Occlumency the blocks will be gone in six months and then I can start teaching you how to use your magic."
"But I can't stay here! Dora, Fox and Blake will be worried. They probably think I'm kidnapped or something. I need to go home."
It took Marcus a moment before he realized what Sky was talking about.
"You – You don't remember what happened, before I brought you to my house?" Marcus asked carefully. He hadn't realized that Sky hadn't mentioned anything about the shack or the people who had lived with him before.
"Why –What happened? I just remember walking home with Blake and then everything went black."
"You don't remember the explosion?"
"No! I told you – Wait what explosion?" Sky asked his face paling. "Is – Is everyone okay?
"I'm sorry, Sky. Someone used a dark magic spell and put the shack in fire and it exploded. You were the only survivor."
"NO! You're lying! They're not dead! It's not possible, they're not dead!" Sky yelled tears flowing down his cheeks. Suddenly the air thickened and Marcus could feel a large magical outburst surrounding the room and all the glassware in the room exploded into little pieces. A moment later Sky collapsed from magical exhaustion.
'This is going to be even harder than I thought.'
1 year later (plus a year of time travel) 1987, November (Sky physically 7, mentally 8)
It had been roughly two years (counting the time they had been in the past) since Marcus and Sky had arrived to the House of Phoenix for the first time – two very busy and action-packed years.
Sky had spent two months mourning the loss of his family not speaking and barely eating anything. He had spent most of the time cooped up in his room or walking through the gardens. Marcus had delayed the beginning of his training in order to give him some time to grieve. A few times he had spoken to him, telling him stories about the wizarding world or his parents, but most of the time he had left him alone.
After the two months Sky came to Marcus determined to begin his healing process. Marcus started teaching him Occlumency and every day they weakened the blocks in his mind and his magic. Marcus didn't know if it was the new determination or the fact that Sky was an incredibly fast learner, but after four months all the blocks in his magic and mind were gone.
The first thing Marcus noticed when Sky's magic was free, was that he was more powerful than Marcus could ever have imagined. He was clearly a lord-level wizard and could become even more powerful than Dumbledore when his magic matured. It became even more important for Marcus to teach Sky how to wield his power, so that he wouldn't accidently hurt someone.
During the time of weakening the blocks Marcus taught Sky other things that didn't require magic, like reading and writing. He also started teaching him the basics of muggle martial arts.
After destroying the blocks in Sky's mind and magic they found out he had a few special abilities that few other wizards had. For one he was a metamorphmagus; he could change every part in his body from skin color to height at will. Marcus himself had a little bit of the same skill, but he could only change his skin, hair and eye color and his height.
Sky also appeared to have a photographic memory, which helped his learning a lot. At first he was receiving memories from his past almost every day, but over the years the speed got slower. Now, after two years, he got a missing memory every other month or so. Marcus thought that it took so long time for Sky to get his memories back because of his photographic memory.
For two years Marcus had trained Sky in magic, history and customs of the wizarding world, material arts, herbology, runes, arithmancy and potions travelling in different countries all over the world. Few times they had even taken time turners to go back in time.
Once Sky had reached a point in his education that he could go to Hogwarts like other wizards when he turned eleven in four years' time, Marcus offered him a chance to complete the Unspeakable training. Marcus had considered a long time before offering Sky a change to join the Unspeakable agents at such a young age, but in the end decided to accept the reality that even though Sky was only six and a half-years-old, he was too mature to be considerate a child. Marcus had tried to give Sky a little bit of his childhood back during their travels by taking him to amusement parks and zoos instead of training all the time, but knew that it couldn't get his innocence back.
Sky had accepted the offer knowing that with his ability and will to learn he would just be bored in a normal school. He planned to finish the Unspeakable training and write his OWLs and NEWTs in a few years before joining the Unspeakables as an active agent, which Marcus had promptly approved, since it was a time for him to get back to the midst of the Unspeakables too.
'Poor trainees, they don't know what hit them when Sky starts their training.'
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review and tell me what you thought.
- Dalnim