Reaching the Essence of Faith
The little boy was running fast in the dark street. He was breathless. The cold air got into his throat, causing his to cough. His forehead was sweaty. He was looking behind him in every few steps. He was whispering constantly. A safe place… Please… A safe place…
Many dark dead ends were grinning around him on the road. Thanks to the light emitted from the windows of the houses, he could see his way. The sky was covered with clouds and there was not a single star.
* Do you think we have throw off them, Marvolo? * The boy asked with fear, and he entered one of the alleys and put his back against the wall. his hands were on his knees and his chest was rising.
Damn muggles ... I think we're a long way away from school, little one. It will be difficult to find the way to your personal hell ...
Even though Marvolo said hell for Privet Drive, the little boy thought at that moment that the house would be ten times better than this dark street. And, how did he get so far away from school?
I think you apparated, Harry… The last thing you wanted was a safe place when you ran away from those brainless bullies. I felt the magic directing us.
Harry tried to fix his breath even though he knew his heart was beating fast.
*Why did the magic think this place would be safe, Marvolo? *
Magic doesn't always have an explanation, little one. In my opinion, the main focus was on getting away from muggles as soon as possible. Your magic has managed to take you away from them.
Although the little boy was grateful to his magic, he could not prevent his anxiety. How far was he from the house, his personal hell? He giggled as he thought "his personal hell" for Privet Drive. Marvolo's funny term stuck to him too.
He was relieved from his fear of disappearing, albeit a little.. He left the wall, taking a deep breath, and started walking towards the main road.
It all started when Dudley locked his in the boys' toilet at the end of school. He had called to someone, anyone, to open the door for over an hour because he didn't want to show that he could do magic. But no one came. Harry had opened the door after the student voices had disappeared completely. After thanking Marvolo, who taught him how to spell it open, he left the toilet.
There was no one other than the security guard at the school. The old man got angry at Harry and threw him out of school without calling a bus. Outside the building were several upper-class rebellious children. Bullies. They had beers in their hands, they were laughing and yelling.
Harry moved quietly to avoid being seen by them, but he failed. He was mocked and chased by many bullies at school. The worst of these bullies was the gang that was standing on the street at that moment, and Harry didn't want to get caught.
Unfortunately, one of the children saw him, grinned and pointing him at the others. They seemed bored with their lives a lot because they enjoyed bullying a six-year-old boy.
- "Hey! Hey you! Come here, freak! Your brothers give you a lesson. Ha? What do you say?"
They all laughed and approached Harry. They threw their beer cans to the ground.
The little boy stepped up his steps. It was not the first time he missed the school bus and he knew the way to the house. The children behind him started to race with each other to catch him. Harry had been caught before and knew he would hurt afterwards.
He was running regardless of shouting. "Harry Hunt!" The benefits of the game were evident. He was running fast without getting caught up with the others. He was often looking behind, the gang did not stop following.
After a long chase and a few desperate wishes, the little boy who found himself in an unfamiliar street was very happy to be with Marvolo.
* Where do you think we are now, Marvolo? *
It was certain that he would spend the week as a patient under the 'delicate' supervision of his aunt, who considered it ridiculous to spend medicine on him. He looked around carefully, protecting himself from dark corners.
I don't know, Harry… I'm sorry…
* No problem, we can't be out of the country, right?*
The little boy tried to interpret the silence of his friend positively. He made great efforts to calm his heart, filled with fear. Although he tried to hide it, he knew that Marvolo was able to read his thoughts very well. He continued to walk, hiding his cold hands in his pockets and feeling the floor beneath his thin shoes.
Why don't you go the way you came, Harry?
* I don't get it, Marvolo? *
Why don't you apparate?
* But… But you said I did the magic unconsciously. I don't know if I can. *
He was worried, he was afraid. It has been a day since he learned that magic exists. When he woke up that morning, he remembered how happy he was. He was afraid that he would realize that he was actually lost when he was unable to teleport, losing his last hope, and the fear of that outcome would be terrifying.
The power to do anything you want is in the palm of your hand… Don't stop trusting your magic, my little one…
With the encouraging words of Marvolo, the small flame of hope began to revive. His friend had been right before. Harry decided that it wouldn't hurt to try and bury his anxiety in the far corners of his mind. He silently begged his magic to avoid misleading Marvolo.
He took a deep breath and asked.
* How can I do it, Marvolo? How can I apparate? *
Magic cannot be explained by mathematical data or science, Harry. All you have to do is close your eyes and imagine the garden of the house... Order to your magic... and believe... It all ends with believing.
The little boy took deep breaths and closed his eyes. He dreamed of the garden of the house, whose only good memory was learning magic. He managed to set fire in his palm whenever he wanted. Until now he had apparated twice without knowing. He had an adult friend talking to him in his mind. The magic was real. Harry was a wizard. He could teleport anytime. He tried to believe his power by repeating these thoughts in his mind. He murmured that I could.
He felt that a great force was pulling his body. As if he had been lifted and swept with high pressure. After opening his eyes with indecision, he saw the familiar garden of Privet Drive. After releasing the breath he held, he began to giggle. After a few seconds, he frightened to be heard and closed his hand over his mouth. His smiling eyes sparkled in the dark. It couldn't prevent it from jumping on the spot.
* I did it, Marvolo. I made it! I made it! Thank you very very very much.*
I knew you'd make it, Harry… You'd better get into the house before it gets colder.
The little boy's smile faded, remembering the Dursleys. His uncle and aunt were sure to shout at him. Even if he said Dudley locked him in the toilet, they wouldn't believe it. Obviously he couldn't have dinner.
Frightened, he knocked on the door and prepared himself for the screams of his uncle and opened the door with an angry expression.
- "Where have you been?! Anyway, don't answer, tidy the kitchen. We will be at Mr. Wilkings. You better finish your job before we arrive. Otherwise, you will be hungry for a week! "
Her aunt left to the her room without waiting for an answer, leaving Harry alone in the living room. His uncle's voices were coming upstairs. He could hear Dudley's whinings about his shirt. They would be out in a few minutes.
Harry turned to the kitchen after smiling with the wonder of his luck. If he'd been a few minutes later, maybe he'd have to sleep outside that day. It was also very good that his uncle had not noticed his absence. He was able to snack a few things while tidying the kitchen.
The Dursleys go out, as usual, without checking Harry. The only difference between his presence and absence was that the household chores. Sometimes the little boy would think he was invisible. You could only understand that Harry was not at home from weeds in the garden, not having breakfast ready, and unwashed laundry. Still, it was much better to be invisible instead of his uncle and aunt's shouts.
Marvolo intervened as Harry spread jam on a bread and started gnawing.
I thought you had steak for dinner? I want you to leave the bread and eat the actual dinner, Harry.
His uncle and aunt would not invite the little boy to the dinner table. When Dudley saw Harry eat something good, Dudley would cry, her aunt would sneer at her, and Vernon would say she wouldn't eat what she didn't deserve. Harry glanced at the steak he wanted, but shook his head negatively.
* It doesn't matter, Marvolo, I manage with jam. *
No way. Do you think that an undeveloped, unhealthy body can handle a strong magic?
The little boy's heart was filled with fear. He knew that he was shorter than his peers, his skin was pale, but he did not think it would affect his magic. The Dursleys could take everything away, but never his magic!
He left the bread and put the steak on a plate and started to eat. He knew that he would have stomachache with so much food the next day, as he always ate little... But no matter what, he would protect his magic.
After the meal, he used one of Dudley's medicines for common cold with the warning of Marvolo. Hiding in his mind, his friend had warned the little boy to take care of his own health. Harry didn't want to disappoint Marvolo with his weaknesses.
When he heard the sound of the car from the outside, he went to his cupboard with a few fruits. He avoided getting caught by his uncle as much as possible.
He sat on his bed and waited for the voices in the house to end. After hearing the snoring of his uncle from the top floor, he asked his friend.
*You remember our deal, don't you, Marvolo? If I learned to fly, you would take me to the world of magic. *
I remember, my little one.
* Can we start now? *
The little boy knew he was impatient but could not resist the excitement of seeing a magical street. The Diagon Alley.
Unfortunately, this is not something you can learn in a day. It will be quite long and troublesome. Are you sure you're ready?
* I'm sure, Marvolo. Please teach me! *
Okay, little one… First of all, there is something you need to know. To learn to fly, the magic needs to be able to control the body. You can't force your magic to control your body unless you control your magic.
The six-year-old boy knew that he could understand Marvolo's words, but he could not prevent confusion. Didn't his doing magic mean that he controlled his magic?
* How will I learn to control my magic? *
Inside each wizard is a core, a core that connects it with its magic. We will try to reach this essence by meditation.
* What is meditation? * Harry asked embarrassed. He could read and understand the books for adults, but there were many words he didn't know yet.
Close your eyes, Harry…
Immediately immersing himself in Marvolo's voice, the child understood what they were going to do. Like when he got flames out of his hand…
Your eyes are closed… You don't think anything… Focus on your heartbeat… Imagine that you listen to the flow of blood in your veins… Blood passes through your heart and spreads in your body… Magic is walking in your body and in your veins just like blood… You feel the magic circulating in your fingers… Your hands tingling… Your magic came into your arms now… A shudder in you… The magic has spread around the neck… Your eyelids are aggravated by magic… The magic is shaking all over your body… Follow the magic to your heart… Yes, that's it! That bright ball of light you've dreamed of in your mind. Magic continues to circulate… Don't touch the core… Don't move… Keep watching… Magic flows through your body… Open your eyes!
The little boy felt as if he woke up from a deep sleep. The brightness of the core was still before his eyes. He was dizzy. His body seemed suddenly heavier. He had seen his magic. He had seen his magic! He tried to speak, to convey his excitement to Marvolo. What a great thing magic was… But he couldn't find his words. He was so tired ...
Don't talk, little one ... You've had an experience beyond your age. Sleep now… Try to collect your energy… A new day is waiting for you tomorrow…
Not even noticing, he was lost in the blackness, Harry plunged into Morpheus's arms.
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Marvolo watched the sleeping boy through the window of his mind. The child, who experienced fear and joy today at the same time, Potter once again proved his extraordinary.
He was able to teleport successfully without leaving the body parts behind, as well as reach the magic core.
When he said that magic was due to belief, Marvolo acknowledged that he was somewhat belittled. Fifty percent of doing magic was believing, and the rest was trying. You could have reached the correct conclusion after five unsuccessful attempts. But Harry Potter, a six-year-old little boy, demonstrated a magical power that only an adult magician can achieve, just by believing.
As for controlling magic…
He did not expect them to be successful in their first experience while meditating. The core of magic required control much higher than expected. While it took at least three sessions for a normal adult wizard to find the core, mysterious Harry Potter once again demonstrated his strength.
Marvolo was trying to unravel the child's secret.
How could a simple baby defeat the worst dark lord in history? How could a six-year-old boy apparate?
What exactly was Harry Potter?
While his mind was full of questions, he began to think about the little boy's family.
It was true that he could not call James and Lily Potter ordinary. However, his powers were equal to that of a child next to Lord Voldemort.
So what was the source of Harry Potter's power?
Knowing that it would be very difficult to get an exact answer, the seventh part of Lord Voldemort's unidentified soul watched his future right arm with a curious mixed admiration.
If the main part of his soul was as clever as a the horcrux, he should know he shouldn't let Harry potter escape from his hands.
What remained to Marvolo was to protect the treasure he had.