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-This chapter was revised on Feb 18th 2019.
"Do I have to get a wand too?"
"No, you are more powerful than I am actually. You will need a staff."
"But I am just a child!"
Luna smiled calmly, "True, but you have more magic than I do. I however, possess more training so for the time being, I am a wee bit better."
Salazar sighed. "Is it very difficult to learn magic?" Meaning was it going to take him a hundred years to be as good as Lord Dumbledore was at magic?
"For those who do not have much of it, yes. Yours burns brightly within you, so you will not need to meditate in order to find it. You will need a focus until you can call upon it at will and that is why we're here."
They were walking through the Forbidden Forest, Salazar was simply jumping from massive root to massive root, not sure of what they were looking for. "Why are people so scared of the forest? It seems so peaceful in here."
The fairy shrugged. "Most magicals are not scared at all. However some do like to spread bad word about it to keep curious people away, and non-magicals are easy to manipulate emotionally. Oh! Over there is a Crumple Horned Snorkack! They're my favourite creatures!"
The little boy looked around, coming face to body with a tiny creature. Its body was about as big as his hand and was light yellow in colour. Its face pulled into a cute smile that wrinkled the tiny, malformed horn on its head. It had very short, blue hair and big, green eyes.
When it spoke, it sounded as if bells were ringing.
"She likes you!" said Luna.
"Does she have a name?"
Luna murmured something, her voice coming out like bells. "Mæri."
Salazar smiled and repeated the word. Mæri seemed to giggle and attached herself to his left shoulder, where she took a seat and began playing with his shoulder length, black hair.
"What does a focus look like?" he asked, bringing them back to their reason for being in the forest at all. He didn't want to be away from the house for too long lest he get caught.
Luna's eyes brightened as she looked around. "A focus is something that reacts to your magic and helps you channel it until you can do so on your own. Like flexing a muscle, the more you do it the easier it will become. Soon you will be able to draw upon your magic with little to no difficulty. No two foci are the same either."
Salazar grinned, liking the idea of being able to do all kinds of things once he was trained.
His green eyes landed on something that shined not too far ahead. He made his way to it, finding a silvery stone embedded in a dark tree trunk. Luna made a noise of approval and with a wave of her wand, the object dislodged from the stump and floated into Salazar's open palm.
It glowed when his skin met its surface and began to get smaller, thinning out into a small but extremely detailed, smooth serpent.
"A piece of magical silver that has taken the form of a serpent. Of what represents you most," Luna told him.
Amazing.
Salazar did not stop grinning for hours.
He named his little serpent Septimus, glorying in how adorable he was and how he moved like a real snake did, hiding in his hair when the Dursleys were around and wrapping around his neck like a piece of jewelry when he was in pleasant company.
Salazar worked on his magic with Luna.
Luna instructed him in basic spells and told him he'd have to work out their applications on his own.
The first spell he learned was a levitation spell. He practiced it faithfully, finding new reasons to use it. Every time he used his magic, the silvery eyes of his little serpent would glow green until he was done. It let him know when the spells were performed correctly, meaning magic was actually being used.
Because Salazar liked to help Pomona in the garden, he used levitation to make the job easier by levitating the pails of water over the plants, carefully nourishing them.
He learned that the heavier something was, the more difficult it was to lift. Luna was right, it was like flexing a muscle and it would get easier with time. So the boy began levitating heavier and heavier things, hoping to get good enough to levitate the chicken coop so he could clean around it without fearing the chickens attacking him. They pecked hard. People who thought chickens were cowardly had obviously never met any before.
Decorating would be so much easier if he did not have to climb the roof tops. It would also be easier of the Dursleys would not try so hard to be fancy and opulent when it was obviously pointless.
No one cared for their status anyway, so it wasn't like it mattered to anyone but them.
Along with their training and tutoring, Salazar began learning the language of the Crumple Horned Snorkacks. When everything sounded like a bell, he had to differentiate between happy bells, sad bells, and angry bells. 'Twas harder than it seemed. Bells were bells.
During the evening hours, Salazar would find himself locked in his small cupboard, thinking about all he could do once he knew enough magic. He wouldn't have to wish for Luna's help anymore, he could do things on his own!
It would be nice for the plants to grow and stop giving Pomona such a hard time. Molly liked a big kitchen and the Dursleys were lacking in that. And Minerva would like to see him advance and he wanted to make her proud by being smart.
He was only a little scared. Luna had said there were a kinds of magic for him to learn. What if he wasn't good at something?
Objectively he knew that no one was good at everything, but he didn't want to not know something and if he was bad at it, then he would never be able to do it.
Salazar groaned and looked at the door. He needed to learn the unlocking charm once he mastered levitation. He was hungry but knew he would not receive anything until the morning, when Pomona and Molly sneaked him scraps of food when the Dursleys did not know.
Frustrated, he rubbed at his hands which were sore from the deadly pecking of the chickens when he tried to clean their coop.
Maybe he could learn to speak chicken to inform them that he was a friend that friends don't attack friends?
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