I remembered what I wanted to say! It took time ^^" but this chapter and the next one will have a time skip on the past's part. Confused? That's normal, what I'm trying to say is that we're finished with 1985, we'll be in 1987, and Evans's going to tell us what happened between the time skip, of course, I may come back in the past if I forgot to mention something important, hopefully not.

To Black Shades of Red: No it's not going to be the only meeting with our Lord. Actually when I thought about writing this story, all that is already written shouldn't have to take this much time (I was surprised). I'm blaming Lucian! This is only the beginning, and don't worry I won't play a Dumbledore and not reveal anything *grin*. Harry will have plans but not about the death eater, he doesn't care about them (not now at least), the only thing he's worried about is Voldemort (as always).

To Lilya (guest): Well, you'll see the reactions in this chapter ;)

Thank you all for your comments, favs, etc. It makes me so happy! Ah! I will in the near future (hopefully) make my favs, and all, on all the stories you guys wrote. (Not like it's important to you) I actually read a lot of story as a guest, before opening my own account, now I'll be able to like them all *nyark!nyark!nyark!*

Back with the story!

(Revised on 11.08.2020)


Chapter 8 Meet the Bespectacled-boy

Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, 1987

A little boy was sitting on a small, thin mattress in the cupboard under the stairs, there was near to no light in his space, however, the boy managed to learn a nice trick thanks to his friends. He was able to produce a small ball of light that floated upside his head and casting light on the pages of the magical book he was reading.

The book had been a gift from his friends who were as magical as the young boy, and the curious boy was happy with the helpful gift. Tomorrow was his seventh birthday, and though he had to stay with the Dursley for some unknown reasons that got aunt Lyra angry he was happy to read his books, for he knew that his friends and aunt Lyra will launch a birthday party on the first day of August.

The book was called New Theory Of Numerology, by Lukas Karuzos. It was supposedly written for all wizards and witches before the pureblood put restrictions on it. Since then, there was near no copies of said book in public libraries, they were each protected in pureblood libraries. He was lucky that Lady Lyra wanted to show it to him and had an actual copy. He had only started the introduction of said book and was already entranced by it.

- Introduction of the New Theory Of Numerology -

Or

- Is this book really for you Crafter? -

Seven is one of the most powerful numbers in arithmancy. The studies on Arithmancy since its creation has grown exponentially, many magic-crafter are having a hard time understanding the logic behind Arithmancy. It is quite daunting that we, who possess magic, are confronted with the same problem as Muggles and their understanding of sciences, that art, too, is an unfinished business that continues to evolve day by day, years by years. The more they discovered the more there was something to discover. Time was the key, for those research's breakthrough need sometimes a century to be fruitful- Progress is the child of accumulated Knowledge through diverse times, diverse hands.

Why should the study of Arithmancy interest you, youngling?

A magic-crafter's birth is the start of your arithmetical life. Foolish sentimentalist would tell you that age is just a number, what happens will happen, and the fools will even lie to you- drink a cup of tea young lad, young lass, it will show you your future. I do not know if those fools are insulting the circle of Arithmancy or are they also attacking those who use divination? But I do know that such foolishness is unforgivable. They are lying to you Crafter, only believe in numbers and in magic, do not believe in emotions- It could cost one, their life.

It all starts with birth, the beginning of the circle of Life, embodied by the number zero; such a simple symbol, but it is life and while complicated, life is life, and that is as simple as drawing the circle- Zero.

All numbers have their own meaning, their own power. Rituals, spells, strategies could be done better if one was to find the correct arithmancy formula, find the correct numbers, create the correct sequences of numbers; each number as its own place, its own friends, youngling.

Some numbers are more powerful than others, for a young crafter, the next meaningful number in their arithmetical life is three. You may or may not remember youngling but when you reached three, you had your first taste of magic. At three a healthy or a strong crafter, tuned with his magic, is finally able to call upon his power. It would be foolish to assume that the child will let his power out on his birthday. Do not make such a mistake, a magic-crafter is impacted by many uncertain events, sometimes, the child will take his time, but never will it be a year and a day after! If you are five and a day I'm sorry to say that you're a squib.

Researchers have found that after the first accidental magic, the events impacting a crafter's life became more meaningful, some numbers impact children more than others.

Through the use of the formula in chapter five of New Theory Of Numerology, arithmancers found that a child's life is impacted next when he reached his seven birthday.

Evan's heart started to race, his gleaming green eyes were hungrily hung on every word of the introduction, even those he understood not. This was it, thought the boy, this was what he wanted to know, what he needed to know. And suddenly, the boy imagined what would have happened if he had never met his friends if he had been as lost as before? He who had never belonged, who had never lived fully, he felt like an anomaly, Evans was sure that he would have lost himself without information. A dark thought lingered in his mind, how many informations have been kept from him? Will this cost his life? Didn't aunt Lyra said that Knowledge was power? And wasn't power the tool to survive, to live?

At year seven in your arithmetical life, child, you'll suffer a bit or maybe not, do not worry the outcome will be formidable if you suffer a bit. Through sufferance, the Goddess of Magic will bestow upon thee her light, her gift. Studies have shown that the paternal magic will go to the boy (in 4,32% it could go to the girl), and the Mother's magic will go to the girl (in 3,8% it could go to the boy).

The magic singing in your blood child is inherited through your lineage. Magic-crafters have always transferred a part of their power to their child, through blood, through the soul, through Mother Magic herself. The number of gifts or curse bestowed on the child is not as random as one thinks, see the formula in Chapter two. Do not forget, young crafter, that with great powers comes great responsibility.

The next powerful number is ten; the number one is not important on your magic, but combined with the zero it stabilizes your magical core. The accidental magic stop. But as it is within the year and not on your birthday, further education should be done only from eleven, not before, or one would strain their core.

The next powerful magic is thirteen, you won't feel it, but your core will grow quicker, the speed is multiplied by 3. Be careful with your emotion, strong emotion will provoke magical outburst, it's not accidental magic, not wandless but emotional magic- which can be powerful and dangerous, be careful crafter, and stay relax. It's better for homeschooled wizards and witches to go to school or be in your family manor. Those two options will enable you to relax more, as your family's magic protects you and stabilize your core. Schools were adapted for wizards and witches to be able to do the same, the older is the school the Best it'll be.

The next number is fourteen, arithmancers were surprised, one and four weren't strong on there one but combined with each other, it enabled a wizard or a witch to stabilize one part of their magic. The core is composed of magic from the Goddess but also family magic, as you will see in Chapter 2, which comes from your blood. At fourteen your core doesn't stop growing, but your family magic stabilizes itself and you can start training as an heir. Your family patriarch will give you the heir ring if you are the next heir. If you are an orphan or the last descendant of your family line, you can wear directly the Lord ring.

The most important magical number for a wizard is seventeen, the combination of one and seven. As you now know, seven is the most powerful magical number. When a wizard or a witch is seventeen, their core finished growing, they reach their majority.

This book will speak about each number from zero to seventeen, we'll see the properties of each of them, and what will happen if you combine them. We'll also speak of the wizards and witches who found the different theories. If this book doesn't contain the information you're searching for, please buy the next one.

A part of him understood the importance of birthday, why his friend Trixy had been outraged to learn that he never cared for his birthday. One thing that he couldn't understand was why did aunt Lyra tell him to read everything? The book was interesting, but Evans was a muggle-born? Why did Lady Lyra tell him to memorize everything about family magic? Were his parents magical? No, it wasn't possible, or they wouldn't have died in a car crash. Vlad did say that some wizards liked to have their car license using some confuding charms, and some of them even tricked their cars!

Vladimir Dolohov was one of his friends from Russia. He was surprised to discover portkey, well international portkeys, they permitted wizards to travel wherever they wanted. Vladimir, or Vlad, was already a big boy, the green-eyed boy hoped he'll be as tall as the man. They had so much fun in Russia. The only problem was the language, he didn't understand it, when they met, thankfully Vlad could speak English very well.

Harry smiled, two years had gone by, and so much happened; he made lots of friends, went to Russia, learned so many things about wizarding culture, and magic! Oh, his aunt Petunia also enrolled him in a school, he hated it, the people listened to Dudley, or the Dursley, nobody liked him. Thomas wanted to come to his school but aunt Lyra looked horrified at the prospect of letting her son go to a muggle school.

Thankfully for her, Harry convinced Thomas not to go, it had been a funny day, Trixy turned an ugly shade of green when he announced the news. Sometimes Harry found it weird that Lyra and Trixy accepted him, but never liked other muggle-borns, they also hated muggles. Maybe Trixy was taking Lady Lyra as her role model, thought the young boy Oh well, shrugged Harry, he didn't care, at least they liked him. One of the more important things he learned was his name! He was named Harry Potter! Of course, his friends were used to call him Evans, or Black so they called him whatever they wanted.


Unplottable location (Riddle's manor, Little Hangleton), 1996

Voldemort was scowling darkly at the boy. The boy had dared, hadn't he? If it wasn't for the smirk on his son's face, he would have crucioed the green-eyed boy. Lord Voldemort was unable to understand why was his son with Dumbledore's lapdog. How could his son like or even stand the presence of this boy, the one who had deprived the Dark Lord of his body, the one who had destroyed their family?

Lord Voldemort had always known that if his son would one day wish to share his life with someone else, He would never take it well, wasn't his Heir an extension of himself? The Hate he had for his son's chosen one had been multiplied when He learned that it was Potter. The chosen one. Of course. Lord Voldemort was sure that the boy was using his heir, he must have planned everything, what was he plotting behind those angry green eyes.

Yes, Plotting Potter was planning something. thought darkly Lord Voldemort.

The Dark Lord would never forgive his wife if the boy used his heir. If Potter was to use his son, then he shall suffer a punishment worse than death. Lord Voldemort already had some punishments in his mind.

Forgiveness and Peace would never be given to the boy. Potter had destroyed him, he must be the reason behind his wife's death, and now he was going to take his heir from Him. Surely, his son was blinded by foolish emotions inherited from his mother. Thomas didn't know what Potter was planning against their family. Potter must be spying for the Light. Dumbledore was behind this. But, he, The Dark Lord Voldemort had discovered the meddling fool and his golden boy's plan. He was going to protect his son! He will destroy the boy before the end of the year. He needn't think about the hows, His mind already had an answer. He smirked mentally, now, he only had to wait for the conversation to flow to a safe point.

It was Severus who spoke first.

"Well, Potter has his use."

Ouch. That hurt, thought Harry.

"Please sir, do not speak about our friend this way. He's clumsy but more useful than others." answered Trixy right back.

"Surely, you should understand that it's a difficult point to believe, dear niece. As potter was never the strongest, the more intelligent. Isn't this why he has the mudblood side-kick by his side?" spoke Rabastan.

"And you should understand uncle, that things are not always what they seem." coldly stated Trixy.

"Sorry, but I don't understand why Potter had to hide what he was at Hogwarts." the disbelief was heard in Theodore Nott's voice.

"Yes, who doesn't know the Golden boy and his sidekicks. The Golden trio's adventure. Saint-Potter, the Light's savior. Who didn't hear about him?" sneered Draco.

Harry's teams mates started chuckling again. Really inside jokes are not fun when you're not a part of them. Lucian was going to answer with a comeback, but Rosier cast a Silencio on him. With Lucian, they were getting nowhere, sure he was supposed to divert some questions to random things, but not every question. It was tiring in the long run, that's why Rosier calmly addressed every death eaters.

"You know, if you receive an order from your Lord, you'll obey right?"

"Yes." The answer was said in unison, some of them nodded instead. Of course, Bellatrix was glaring daggers at Rosier for asking such a useless question, her hand was already on her wand, but her husband interrupted her. Rosier continued with a sweatdrop.

"Evans did that, he obeyed his orders. What did the hat consider, Evans?"

"It hesitated with every house, but wanted me in Slytherin." Snape turned green at the end.

Harry rolled his eyes, why was everyone always focused on the houses? Slytherins aren't the only ones who could be cunning or ambitious. People were always so tiring, focusing on details.

"What? Potter in Slytherin no way!"

"Yes, way Malfoy."

The school rivals glared at each other.

"Darling. Your temper." Harry turned his eyes back on his plate. Voldemort made a strangled noise at the endearment.

"Are you okay father?" All the table turned to the Lord and his son.

"Nothing to worry about son. Did you go to Durmstrang too? I have never seen the school. How is it?" There this was a starting point.

"-Ah, no father. I went to Salem's School For The Gifted. It's in America."

The death eaters and their master looked surprised. The school in America was reputed for accepting every magical being, from light wizard to werewolf, dark wizard, goblin, fairies, fae, veela, etc. The education was vast, offering many possibilities, and they would even offer an equivalence to the NEWTS to be used in the muggle world.

The problem with this school was that a majority of pureblood families refused to let their heirs in that country, some villages were shared between muggles and wizards. A lot of mudbloods actually went to this school, if they had the money to travel through the sea toward America. Some even needed a scholarship to successfully enter the school, though it was only the sixth-best school of witchcraft.

Another problem was the duration of the school term, they started on the 20th of August and finished on the 10th of July. The time spend with the family was too little, for pureblood who wanted to teach something about their lines to their heirs, it was unbelievable to send their children to Salem when they could send their child to Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Ilvermorny, Uagadou.

"And how was it?" curiously asked Lord Voldemort.

"Great. I was, of course, the best from my promotion," answered Thomas. Harry and his friends rolled their eyes as if he wouldn't be the best when he charmed all the staff, students, and reads a book like breathing.

"What did you study?" asked Yaxley.

"The Dark Arts, Alchemy and Potions, Runes, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Charms, History of Politics in England, Russia and America, of course, Ancient Magic and Magical Theories. I also learned Art and Music, and I had some class to learn Healing for three years. I didn't continue as I didn't have any interest bare the minimum, at it."

"Did you made some acquaintance or friends?" asked the Dark Lord through gritted teeth.

"Father, please, I do not need more friends than my most faithful. Of course, I did make some connection while I was there, but for now, my inner circle is enough for me."

"Some of them could not be satisfying my son." Voldemort glanced at we know who (Harry).

"Yes but mine are no traitors, or even suspicious." Thomas glanced at Snape.

"What is your cause my... er. Prince?" Nott, the eldest, asked with hesitation. He didn't know how to address his Lord's son.

"Why, muggle extermination of course." Thomas had everyone's eyes on him, he could feel his Evans's dangerous glare on his back, he was in no mood for near jokes."Kidding. I want our world to separate from the muggles. If we could destroy some of them, it would be a win-win situation. Alas, there is too much of those vermins."

"Have you and your ah, followers started to act, my prince?" asked the long-haired Malfoy.

"Yeah, uncle! It's one of the reasons I love Russia sooo much!" How the heck did Lucian escape the Silencio?

"What do you mean ickle blondie?" asked Bellatrix, the subject interested her very much.

"Well aunty, can I call you that?" Bellatrix nodded excitedly."Russia's muggles are not important to Russia's magical community. The whole country is protected by a jinx, such as the one in Durmstrang. So, if Russian saw magic, they are confounded, obliviated, but sometimes Russia let them be because they do not speak of it to the other countries!" Here Lucian had a happy and dreamful glint in his eyes. " It's soo fun to play with them! Sometimes, we abduct or kidnap the ones who were drunk, and let them run into the wild, and we chase them!" Bellatrix cackled with joy at the thought. "We also count our scores to see which one of us killed the most!"

"I prefer the game when we kidnap one of them, and use them as practice targets, or potion experiment. Remember when I tried the pink potion on the muggle?" spoke Trixy with excitement.

"Oh, when he turned pink with weird red swollen pimples!" continued Rosier.

"Guys, I had to clean up everything. That was no fun." grumbled Vlad.

"It was Evans fault!" the two brunets and the blond said together.

"What? it wasn't!" protested Harry.

"Darling, it was you who finished him."

"But It wasn't my fault! You were all there! You too did your 'tricks' on the man." shooted Harry at Thomas.

"Actually Evans. It was you. You were the one who did that last curse." said Vlad, after a drop of coffee.

"Nuh-uh."

"Evansie don't you remember? You were PMSing." Chortled Lucian, ignoring the slap from Trixy.

"I'M NOT A GIRL."

"I can confirm that." chirped Thomas.

"But it was your temper Black that sliced the muggle in dice piece, and the blood. So much blood. Do you know how much time it takes to clean that? Wait. You do." accused Vlad.

"Thankfully, I didn't have the torture chamber chore duty that night!" said the smiling blond.

"As if you would have done any cleaning. You're useless at that." Rosier rolled his eyes.

"You hurt me Dmitri you do."

"Shut up Bonnefoi."

"Ah, my heart! At least I have my little star." He posed his head on the Lestrange heiress' shoulder. She pushed him right away.

"As if, I could marry you blondie. You're not dark enough for me."

"Was that a racial comment heiress?" asked Vlad.

"Excuse me? I'm speaking about magic, here. Or even personality. I need someone intelligent, dark, gorgeous." Rodulphus' left eyebrow twitched.

"You dark lady in the making! Evans will hug me." Trixy's eyebrow twitched in the same way as her father's, while Lucian got up and went to hug Harry. Before he even touched Harry's personal space, he was projected against the wall. They could see that Harry's wand was drawn, but the strongest curse came from Thomas's one wand. Lucian was knocked out. They all ignored him and went back to their discussion.

"Father I'll need to speak to you about something of great importance. It was something discovered by my Evans." Voldemort didn't look happy, not at all, but the Dark Lord nodded anyway.

"Thomas, maybe you should go speak now." Trixy looked Thomas right in the eyes.

Thomas understood right away what his sister (in everything but blood) wanted. She dreamed of speaking with her parents, catching up with them. Thomas nodded, and she smiled brightly. The brown-haired boy looked at his father. Voldemort internally smirked, he could do his plan now. Voldemort nodded again at his son before getting up.

"For those who think they are not needed, go. I will call you at a later date. For those who want to speak more to our guests, you can stay here. However, you cannot leave this room, use the portkeys to go back to your homes. Elf! Entertain or help the guest if needed. We would not want them getting lost wandering in the castle."

The only ones who stayed were Dolohov, the Lestrange, the Malfoy family, with the permission of the Dark Lord, Narcissa was able to come. She caught up quickly with the events. Surprisingly Snape stayed, he lied (not that they knew) about helping Draco's dunderhead of a cousin. The elf popped a few times, getting them drinks, couches, tables. Everyone separated themselves and stayed with their families. Snape and the Malfoys were speaking to Lucian about beauxbatons. The Lestranges were interested in their heiress life, they were joined (with the permission of the Dark Lord) by the old Lestrange patriarch, who was 99 years old, he was never able to meet Trixy, he was watched constantly by Aurors, the rare time he could come to Russia was during school. They had corresponded to each other using letters, but even that was difficult. On another side of the room, the Dolohov brother spoke to each other, the time hadn't changed their relation, Vlad introduced cousin Rosier to Antonin.

But the most interesting part was the Dark Lord's conversation with his son, Harry, and Nagini.


Little Whinging, Surrey, 1987

Dmitri Garrick Rosier was worried, not for himself but for his friends. Dmitri was a young wizard with a rounded face, full cheeks that easily turned pink, he had shoulder-length curly hair tied back with a ribbon, brown eyes, and most importantly he was a pureblood. Despite his fine lineage, Dmitri was of average height, average appearance and was chubbier than his friends, though he hadn't reached the weight of the Crabbes and the Goyles. His best friend and confidant was his older cousin (and caretaker) Vlad.

Dmitri was not asocial though, he had many friends and liked them despite their own faults; he was always surrounded by Trixy, Lucian, Evans, and Thomas. He may have liked his friends, but he couldn't dispute the fact that they always managed to find themselves in trouble, and he always worried about them.

Dmitri was worried because Trixy had stopped hitting Lucian on the head, he was worried because Lucian had stopped with his jokes, and his face was too pale. Dmitri's leader, Thomas, was more worried than any of them, and this made Dmitri anxious; where the heck was Evans? The younger boy was supposed to come the day after his birthday, but that was five days ago, and they hadn't seen or heard of Evans.

Lady Lyra told them that today would be the last day. If they didn't see the young boy, they were to come directly back to the orphanage, and she will have words with Evans's caretaker. Dmitri felt something in his stomach clench, he felt sick, why hadn't Evans come back to them?

His thoughts and anxiety came to a stop when they heard a small sound behind them, a whimper of pain was heard before a familiar haunting voice greeted them.

"- Hello guysss."

The sibilant dance of the consonant S belonged only to one boy, the group turned around at once and ran with their small legs toward their friend. Evans was hidden behind a tree, its shade protecting him from the light of the sun. Dmitri sucked his cheeks inside, their friends was trying his hardest to overcome his lisp, and now, it only came out when he felt too much, when his emotions were too strong - anger, hurt, pain. Despite his underfed and sad appearance, Evans gave them a small smile with his eyes closed.

"We were so worried! It's been seven days, where were you? Why didn't you come back?" asked Trixy with a trembling voice.

"Aah... I'm sorry. I didn't know it had been so long, I didn't plan for this." Evans's eyes were still closed.

"How the heck didn't you know?" Lucian's voice was high pitched.

Evans only smiled sheepishly before answering.

"I think I fall asleep after my birthday for two days straight, I was quite hungry and still felt tired after…"

"How is that possible? Was it those muggles?" sharply asked Dmitri.

"No, not this time." murmured truthfully Evans."

"Does it have something to do with your eyes?" guessed Thomas.

Their small friend nodded hesitantly.

"You can tell us Evans. Or better yet open your eyes." insisted Thomas, his eyes only on Evans.

"Er, I can't… It feels weird and the light's hurting me…" confessed the messy-haired boy.

"That's it! We're taking you to aunty Lyra!" shouted Trixy with a harsh stamp of her foot.

"But she doesn't know anything about healing eyes, Trixy!" worried Lucian. "Aunty only knows about first aid and some basic healing."

"She'll be able to call Vlad!" shouted Dmitri Rosier. "He studied Healing magic! Maybe the both of them could help Evans!"

"Good plan." said Thomas with a nod that encouraged Dmitri. "We're going. I'm carrying you, Evans, we'll get there more quickly." finished their leader.

The strange group walked quickly toward the orphanage, and the chubby boy admired the way their leader confidently rushed with greater speed than any of them with Evans on his back. A smiling Lady Lyra greeted them, as she felt them come through the ward, but at the sight of Evans on her son's back, her smile disappeared quickly.

The worried Lady took Evans and levitate him on the couch, and after some explanations, she urgently called Dmitri's busy caretaker - Vlad. They all knew he must be busy with his works, but Evans was more important. The woman and the man asked Harry to explain what happened again, before doing their diagnostic.

"I was finishing the book you gave me and went to sleep. The morning of my birthday everything was normal, but when the dusk came by, my eyes started to itch slightly. As I was done with my chores" the room was filled with angered noises "I went to sleep quickly. I think it was near midnight that it started to hurt a lot! The next time I woke up was to aunt Petunia's loud voice. She shouted that I was useless, and all other words, as always. But she said that I didn't do work since two days ago, so I guessed that I slept near two days. When she opened the door, I saw something weird!"

"What was it dear?" asked kindly Lyra.

"I could see her, but there were also many other colors on her! There was an icky yellow with some red, and grey. And after that I saw uncle Vernon, he was a muddy brown with lots of red! When I saw Dudley, I saw weird colors too! I wanted to come here, but I had too many chores, and when I went out…"

"What is it Evans?" asked Vlad.

"There were so many colors from all the people, birds, cats, they attacked my eyes! They got all teary, and I went back to the cupboard. As the park was nearer, I decided to go there today, hoping that you would come. Thank you for coming by the way!" Harry beamed with his eyes closed at them." The walk to the park took me a long time, I had to open and close my eyes and remember where I was going." Lady Lyra protested the bad strategy. "And that's when I saw you with my eyes closed!" gushed Harry. " I knew right away it was you guys. I opened my eyes to greet you, but the colors were stronger and hurt me more than with my relatives or other muggles. So that's why I stay with my eyes closed."

Vlad gave a small glass of water to Evans, who took it with difficulty but drank it happily. Lyra concluded that it, indeed, was the Potters' inheritance. All the Potters wore glasses, and this must be the reason why. She had never told Harry about his family as she had decided to wait until his eleventh birthday.

Calmly, She started to explain that it was his family magics and that he'll have to wear glasses which will keep his power in check. After an analysis of the colors, Vlad concluded, that grey must be the color of a squib - as the fat muggle didn't have three colors - and all of the gang's colors were able to be seen through closed eyelids. The yellow or brown must be personalities, as Vlad's color was a coffee brown, the same color the polyjuice potion took when he put his essence in it. The last one must be emotions, concluded the eldest of the lot.

Lyra decided that going to a muggle store to buy the glasses was a no-no, and they didn't have time to search for a wizard dealing with it. As a last resort, and from some time, Harry would have to use a pair she'll conjure. The boy didn't protest of course. But her son did. She raised an eyebrow, but her boy told her - not asked - that he would conjure glasses for Evans. She sighed and explained to him that he couldn't, because it was important, and they had no time to wait for him to learn to conjure something which looks like glasses. Both of them argued, Thomas wanted to gift Harry glasses for his birthday, and as he was eleven he should be allowed to use his magic. Before the familial dispute grew, Evans authorized Thomas to conjure glasses.

Thomas's concentration didn't leave, he was focused, this will be his first try at magic with a wand. However, he was a prodigy, he will succeed, for sweet Evans. He wished and willed for glasses to be there. They had to be big enough, thought the blue-eyes boy, he needed to be able to see his Evans's eyes; they had to be perfect.

Of course, as he was only eleven he failed to make the perfect glasses. Harry opened his eyes when he felt a small weight on his nose. He was wearing the first piece of magic done by his best friend! He smiled and thanked the boy. Thomas didn't like those glasses, they weren't what he wished for, and it was with a disappointed grunt that he asked his mother to do it instead. But the seven-year-old was more stubborn than him, Evans wanted to keep the glasses, and their friends said that even if they were weird, they looked good on the messy-haired boy.

Since that day, Harry kept his big round glasses, framed by black simple branches that went well with his hair. The glasses permitted his eyes to see normally again, of course when he removed them he could still see the magic and all. But for now, he was happy with his glasses.


Finally! This was the longest chapter I wrote! Hope you enjoyed it. I won't promise you when I'll post the next one. But there'll be one by next week (as in Saturday/Sunday). See you next time!