"Harry, are you doing okay?" Sharen asked as he sat next to her in a comfortable chair, waiting for Sirius to register his Animagus form, as well as retrieve his wand.
"Yeah." Harry sighed. "It's just been a long day."
"I... I wanted to apologize to you for what I said earlier, Harry. No job, not even my job, nothing is more important than you. Nothing." Sharen said fiercely.
"You're still grieving for your parents, I get it." Harry said. "I doubt we were all thinking straight, anyway. I just got so bothered by the Ministry idiots doing this to me without any cause at all, and I knew how to put an end to it by hiding myself."
"Well, I'm glad we found a better way." Sharen said. "And it looks like news is getting around."
Harry could hear people whispering and pointing, as usual, talking about what he'd done. He didn't really like his fame, but he'd take that over being expelled from Hogwarts. No one approached him just yet, though, but he imagined it probably wouldn't be long before they did. Magic sat on Harry's left side, and as he listened to people chatting, he realized they were talking about her, too.
"Well, what do you know." Harry said as he turned toward her. "You get to share in the glory, the fame."
Magic said nothing as Harry smirked.
"No response for me?" He asked.
"What reply do you wish?" Magic asked.
"None, I suppose, or whatever's sensible to say." Harry said. "By the way, I wanted to ask you about something. What happened to you when... When my magic was bound." Harry shivered at the thought of it.
"I felt something that hadn't been anticipated before, and was uncertain how to react." Magic stated. "I felt severely constricted and limited, far more so than when you were testing wands during your first visit to Diagon Alley. I was unaware of you. I, being with Sirius, needed him to understand that I was dealing with something unknown and couldn't care for him correctly. I emulated what you know of as desperation and panic to appropriately display my need to him, which seemed to work properly. When an individual with a gun came upon us due to me shouting, I reacted by emulating a deep fear as I took the gun from him. I was still able to protect Sirius, but still felt limited and constricted, and continued to emulate the desperation until I felt the binds lift."
"Are you sure it was just emulating feelings?" Harry asked. "Or did you actually feel them?"
"Unknown. Something left my mind once I became aware of you again." Magic stated.
"Well, we'll go with emulating for now. Okay?" Harry asked.
"Okay." Magic responded.
"Magic, you don't have to emulate anything to get your need or whatever displayed to people." Harry said. "You don't feel emotions, so don't emulate them. Okay? Unless of course, you did feel them."
"Okay." Magic stated.
"And, don't worry. I won't have my magic bound like that ever again." Harry said.
"I don't worry, as you stated I don't feel emotions." Magic responded.
"Maybe not, but I know you think about me, and you're centered on my wishes and desires with only one of your own, not to be limited and bound. I betrayed you, and I'm sorry." Harry said, blinking tears from his eyes. "I shouldn't have sat in that stupid chair. I should have felt the magic closer before I sat in it. I should have kept us protected against..."
Magic's hot hands clasped his face between them.
"Guilt won't help you. The past can't be changed. Learn from what happened, don't regret what happened. Regret won't help you, from what I'm aware of your thoughts and mental processes." Magic stated.
"I suppose not." Harry replied. "What brought this on, anyway?" He touched her hands.
"Before I spoke, it was required that I gain your attention. This was effective." Magic said.
"Oh." Harry responded as she dropped her hands. "I suppose it did, yeah. You could have just talked over me, though."
"You're also comforted by physical contact, and that helped you." Magic stated. "You wished to be comforted, and I do as you wish. My words to you were required."
"Thanks, as always." Harry said. "Okay, so let's talk about what we're going to do about my living situation. Sharen, what do you think?" As Harry spoke, he turned toward her.
"I think you should be the secret keeper, and recast the charm your way." Sharen responded. "And since I know you can modify the magic, I've got a good idea for you, too. If someone's ever forced to bring them to the house, they simply won't be able to enter the property at all if they don't know the secret. Like an invisible barrier to protect it, which will only let those who know the secret of the property, pass through it, and can block anything."
"Okay, I think I can do that." Harry replied. "So, what will power it?"
"Whatever comes against it." Sharen said. "Of course, if I'm in my car, the car can go through because I know the secret."
"And what about people inside the car with you that don't know the secret?" Harry asked.
"You could use a ward to manipulate emotions." Sirius' voice broke in, and from the sound of things, he was rather happy. Harry jumped up and Sirius hugged him. "Got my wand back, kiddo, and I've registered my form, so I'm ready to get on out of here."
"Okay, let's go!" Harry said cheerfully, grabbed Sharen's left arm, then the four of them vanished and reappeared in the back yard of Sharen's home.
"I love your transportation a lot more than apparation. Have I ever told you that?" Sirius asked.
"No, just now." Harry replied. "But first thing. Protection. Safety first."
"Right." Sirius said. "But you could take a bit of time to celebrate, you know."
"After this is set up, which shouldn't take too long. Okay, so you were talking about some ward to manipulate emotions." Harry stated.
"Right." Sirius said. "It could be linked to this place. So, whenever whatever you guys were talking about, I'm guessing it was unwanted. So whenever that happens, just have the ward make someone feel anxiety or something."
"Sounds like a mental violation to me, and sounds like that Imperius Curse." Harry responded coolly.
"No, it's nothing like that." Sirius said. "It's more like a muggle repelling ward."
"Does that manipulate feelings, too?" Harry asked.
"Either that, or casts an illusion over the place so it looks like something else, or makes you not want to pay any attention to it, or not notice whatever it is." Sirius responded.
"Not noticing and illusion, that sounds better to me." Harry said. "Been paying attention to all this, Magic?"
"Yes." Magic responded.
"Okay. Then dispel the current charm and recast my protections. Make sure they'll be easy to add to later." Harry said.
"Wow, where's the house?" Sharen asked. "And this yard, it looks like a boring piece of land to me."
"Then it looks like you did your job properly, Harry." Sirius said. "Now see if you can take one of us toward the house."
Harry took hold of Sharen's arm and walked toward where the house was. After placing Sharen's hand on the door, he said, "Sharen, you're touching the back door."
"What?" Sharen asked. "I don't feel anything, though I do believe you."
"Go straight." Harry said.
Sharen stepped forward and turned to the left at the same moment, then bumped into him.
"And there you are." She said.
"Hmm." Harry replied. "Looks like this works. Now, Sirius, come with me, I want to try something. But first, for you, Sharen." Harry whispered their location into her ear and Sharen gasped.
"Wow!" She said as Harry walked over to Sirius.
"All right, old dog, come on." Harry said with a smirk.
"I'm not that old, you know, and where's Sharen?" Sirius asked as the door closed.
"She just went inside." Harry replied as he took Sirius around to the front of the house, then walked down the driveway and on to the sidewalk. "Now. Do you see anything?"
"Nope, nothing." Sirius responded.
"Do you see Magic?" Harry asked.
"I don't." Sirius said.
"Okay. Then, let's see if I can take you in, now. Since you're outside, you shouldn't be able to enter."
Harry tugged at Sirius, who took a step and stopped.
"That's... Strange." Sirius said. "It's like you're leading me in a direction I didn't really want to go, and I can't move forward, but I can't see what's blocking me, either."
"Good." Harry said. "I've also done my best to hide the feeling of the magic wards, too, so it's like nothing's here."
"I see a yard and a house on the corner, not yours, though, and that's it. Other than the two houses, nothing, just like the Fidelius Charm's supposed to work." Sirius said. "But it seems you've made it more secure."
"Yep, I have." Harry replied, then whispered the location into his ear. "Okay, now do you see it?"
"I do now, yeah." Sirius said.
"Follow me, then." Harry responded, satisfied, and heard him do so without any effort at all.
The front door opened before Harry could touch it, and he stepped inside with Magic next to him, and Sirius behind them both.
"Harry, are you sure you want to go back to Hogwarts?" Sharen asked.
"Yes, I'm sure." Harry replied. "I was dealing with a single threat, a very unstable one. Umbridge. She's in Azkaban now, or will be, and even if she doesn't get there, she can't use magic until I release the binding. Threat dealt with."
"Okay." Sharen sighed. "But if you need anything at all, or you need to come somewhere safe for any reason during the year, you're welcome here."
"Thanks." Harry said. "Sirius, where are you going to stay?"
"I'm not sure yet." Sirius responded. "I do have a house I used to live in, but I really don't want to go back there if I can avoid it."
"Well, you're free now, so you could presumably find an apartment elsewhere, or a house, perhaps." Sharen said.
"I'll have to look into it." Sirius said.
"You're welcome here at any time as well, Sirius." Sharen replied. "Being Harry's Godfather, I can't very well stop you from seeing him, now can I?"
"Technically you could, since you're his guardian." Sirius responded. "But I do appreciate your foresight."
"Always." Sharen replied. "So, Harry, are you going to need any help?"
"No, I'll just pack and go." Harry responded. "Well, make sure I've packed, anyway."
"You never unpacked. You're packed." Magic stated.
"Well, except for these clothes I'm wearing, yeah." Harry responded. "Well, I suppose I'll get my trunk and be off."
"All right." Sharen said. "You be careful." She hugged him and he returned the embrace.
"I will." Harry responded. "And I'll keep sending you letters. Magic, will you go and disconnect my postal box while I get my trunk?"
"Yes." Magic stated as she walked off, then Harry entered his room and grabbed his trunk after shrinking it.
"Harry?" Sirius said from the doorway, and Harry turned around to face him, stepping close. "Do me a favor, will you?"
"What's that?" Harry asked as Sirius hugged him.
"Play some pranks on old Snivellus from the last living Marauder." Sirius replied, and from the sound of his voice, he was grinning.
"Who?" Harry asked, not recognizing the name.
"Snape, Harry, Snape. I might have just come from Azkaban, but I still heard things. I know he teaches potions there, though why is beyond me." Sirius responded.
"You know, he actually thought of me like my father when I first got there?" Harry asked as the two of them made their way into the living room where Magic and Sharen were wrapping up a conversation.
"I'm not surprised, you look just like him, though you've got your mother's eyes." Sirius replied.
"Well, I told him, basically, that I'm not my father and asked him to stop judging me. Things got a bit better after that, surprisingly." Harry said. "He still isn't the best teacher though."
"I'd be surprised if he was." Sirius said. "Snape's always been a bully, so just watch out for him. And, when it gets around that I freed you... When he knows you freed me, I mean, I doubt he'll be too objective. He never did like me much."
"Hmm." Harry said to himself.
"Magic, I'll see you around later on, too." Sirius said, and Harry heard them hug.
"Okay." Magic stated serenely.
"I enjoyed our chat, too, so thanks for answering my questions." Sirius replied.
"It assisted in our relationship, which was vital when I cared for you, and is vital to deepen your relationship with Harry." Magic responded. Sirius chuckled a bit.
"Loosen up, Magic, you're always so... Emotionless." Sirius said.
"I am who I am." Magic replied.
"Trust me, you won't get anywhere with that." Harry said. "Apparently, she'll only emulate something if it's an absolute last resort. Right, Magic?"
"Yes." Magic stated.
"Although, despite your story to me earlier, I think you were desperate and afraid, and panicking, not just emulating those feelings." Harry said. "But let's go, shall we?"
"Okay." Magic stated.
"Have a good time, Harry, write to us." Sharen said.
"I will." Harry responded as Magic gripped his hand. In a moment, he found himself standing within the Hogwarts grounds on the path leading up to the school.
Harry checked his watch as he unfolded his cane and headed up the path, enjoying the silence of no one being outside, guessing that everyone was in their classes. It was only about three o'clock in the afternoon, so he didn't imagine anyone was in the Great Hall. Hearing Magic walking beside him and using his watch to map the directions to the entrance hall, Harry smiled to himself, wondering how many other people got expelled from Hogwarts, then returned a day later. He was probably unique in that regard, just as he was unique in his use of magic. After walking up the familiar, long steps, he pulled open the heavy oak doors.
"What is going on?" Harry asked himself curiously as he heard the loud murmur of voices from the Great Hall. Sensing he wasn't asking her anything, Magic said nothing.
Harry didn't bother to use his watch this time, simply made his way toward the doors, his cane moving along the ground quietly, Magic walking behind him. He heard a loud cheering, then someone that sounded like Professor Dumbledore saying loudly, "I am proud of all those who stood up for one of our own today, and helped to correct a grave injustice! And as there were so many students behind Harry Potter, classes shall not officially begin for one week!"
Harry heard a great cheering coming from the doors, which he realized were closed. His heart pounded a little as he pulled open the doors as the cheering started to go silent, but as he did so, it picked up again, becoming louder, if at all possible. He felt uncomfortable at the loud sound, standing uncertainly in the doorway as he heard what sounded like the entire school cheering, clapping, and whistling for him. Gradually, he noticed a pattern starting to emerge in the crowd, and at his thought, Magic stepped to his left side, holding one of the doors open and allowing him to take her arm.
They began to walk, Harry a little hesitantly and slowly, and as they did so, he realized the pattern in the crowd was a name.
"Harry! Harry! Harry!"
More were picking up the shout of the name. He could hear some older girls and guys shouting his name louder than the rest, feeling his heart pounding hard from the discomfort at being praised so when he didn't deserve it. He decided not to say anything to anyone, though, just said to Magic, "Just take me to wherever I'm supposed to be sitting." Anyone that wasn't Magic wouldn't have heard him, though she sensed his wishes more than heard his words.
Harry was guided on the familiar rout to the Gryffindor table, and the bench he liked to take when he was sitting. An empty place was between Ron, who would be on the left of Magic, and Hermione, who would be on his right. Harry could hear them also chanting his name, but the cheering calmed as he stood uncertainly at the bench, hearing those who had been standing up clambering down off their benches.
"Speech!" Someone across the room shouted.
"Yeah, speech! Tell us how you overthrew the Ministry!" Another voice shouted, close to the first.
Everyone picked up the cheer, wanting him to talk. Harry sighed with resignation and had Magic amplify his voice as he climbed up on to the bench, Magic helping him to balance by gripping his waist until he was positioned. Silence had fallen on the Great Hall, and Harry cleared his throat, hearing the sound echo around the large room.
"I wanted to say first that I don't know what brought on such loyalty by people, but I really didn't do anything. I was called into a trial, early, they were going to hold it eight days from now in the morning. I just told them the truth and showed them I could do what they thought I couldn't do. So always tell the truth." Harry said.
It wasn't eloquent, though for being so nervous that he was shaking a little, Harry didn't think he'd done all that bad. He climbed from the bench with Magic steadying him, who helped him to sit down. Everyone around him cheered and Hermione briefly put her left arm around him. Harry ducked his head, blushing and not enjoying all the attention that he didn't deserve. Gradually, the cheering and clapping slowed to a stop, and Professor Dumbledore began to speak.
"Not only is Harry once again with us at Hogwarts, but the ministry representative, Miss Umbridge, shall not be joining us here again." Professor Dumbledore's voice was calm and quite serious. Harry didn't cheer with the rest of the students. Again, when it faded, Professor Dumbledore spoke.
"And finally, the last two things on our impromptu agenda are this. First, the Dementors that briefly graced our presence will no longer be needed, which leads into our second reason. Sirius Black, whom had originally been thought of as a mass murderer, was wrongfully imprisoned in Azkaban nearly thirteen years ago, and has officially been declared free. The Daily Prophet is likely to print a story on the front page about this tomorrow, so I shall simply end with saying thank you, once again, Mr. Potter, for correcting a grave injustice. And this, everyone, is why the truth is such an important, yet dangerous thing."
Everyone began to cheer again, but Harry decided to put his Gryffindor bravery to work, silencing the great hall with three loud bangs as he stood up.
"Please don't cheer for me!" He called, raising his voice rather than having Magic amplify it. "I don't want fame because I didn't do anything that's any big deal! I just presented the truth! So please don't make me into some big celebrity! I already don't want that boy who lived nonsense, and I don't want this, either! I'm sorry if this is rude, but I wanted everyone to know exactly how I felt about it!"
Without a word, Harry took hold of Magic's arm again, and she led him from the Great Hall. Before he left, he heard the talking and whispering of other students, and a couple of them running to catch up to him.
"Harry!" Daphne's voice called.
Harry stopped, then heard her, Ron and Hermione run from the Great Hall and surround him.
"I get it." Daphne said. "I wouldn't want fame either."
"Mate, why would you turn down something like that? You could have all the help you ever wanted!" Ron said, sounding shocked.
"I'm independent, Ron, I don't need or want any more help than I actually need, and I don't want any more attention than anyone else in my situation." Harry replied, feeling a little miffed that even one of his best friends didn't understand his reasoning.
"but, mate, come on!" Ron called.
"You want my fame, Ron?" Harry asked. "Is that what you want, to be popular, above other people? Well, you switch with me for a day and see how it's like, then, the blindness, the overly helpful people..."
"The love letters..." Harry heard an unfamiliar woman's voice say as he felt hands grasp hold of his face. He spun around and grabbed her arms, pushing her back.
"Don't even try that." Harry stated. "Not only am I not at all interested in you, I'm only thirteen years old. Goodbye."
"But, Harry!" The girl called as Harry started to walk quickly away with Magic leading him, Ron, Hermione and Daphne all hurrying to keep up. After he took them to an empty, unused classroom, he had Magic close the door and ward the room against intruders before making furniture appear and sitting in his rather comfortable armchair, sighing. He heard everyone else sitting down in the circle, Daphne on his left and Ron on his right, with Hermione and Magic across from him and to his left and right.
"She was hot, mate." Ron said after a moment. "I'd have asked her out."
"I'm not you." Harry said with a sigh. "Look, could we just drop this subject for something else?"
"I'm sorry." Daphne blurted suddenly. "It's my fault."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because she led the rebellion." Hermione replied proudly. "She stood up in front of the entire hall and said that everyone's a family at Hogwarts, and said that if we didn't stand behind you, our education was more important than that. Even Professor Snape got in on it, too! Berated Umbridge and everything!"
"I didn't think he liked me that much." Harry muttered.
"It was amazing!" Ron said. "You should have been here to see it, you'd have loved it! Then we all started shouting to everyone to reverse the expulsion? And even all the teachers started shouting it, too!"
Harry mentally sighed to himself, resigned to this kind of talk not stopping any time soon, but to his surprise, Hermione said, "Ron! Harry doesn't want to talk about it!"
"Daphne, you... You did what you felt was right. And that's all I'd ask from anyone." Harry said. "But I really don't want to talk about it anymore. I didn't do anything that was any big deal."
"Right, then." Hermione responded. "We'll just leave it at that."
"It should be a pretty normal year, then, eh Harry? No one out to kill you or other people or anything." Ron remarked after a moment.
"We can always hope." Harry responded.
Harry had a habit of waking quietly due to living with the Dursley's, as he hated being shouted at, which Uncle Vernon tended to do if he ever woke from a nightmare. Rather than comforting him, Uncle Vernon would simply tell him to keep down the noise, then left. Magic was always there, of course, and as Harry woke from a horrible nightmare of losing Magic forever, he didn't scream. His heart pounded hard in his chest and he trembled, feeling the comfortable familiarity of the four-poster bed in the Gryffindor dorm, his flame of Magic in his chest. He could feel his distance with Magic decree sing even as he heard the snoring of his dorm mates around him, then quietly, the door leading to the dormitory opened. He lay on his side in the bed as Magic quietly and steadily walked toward him, and without a word, climbed into the bed and put her arms around him before going as still as a statue.
"Hey." Harry said quietly. "You didn't have to come."
"You wished it." Magic stated in reply, whispering into his ear as he'd done for hers.
"Yeah. I did. But what are the other boys going to think?" Harry asked.
"I'll be gone before they realize I'm here. You wish that, too." Magic stated. She rose her left hand and stroked his right cheek, her hot, gentle touch comforting after his dream. "I'm here. I'm not bound. I won't be bound like that again."
"I know." Harry said. His pounding heart was calming, and he felt himself relaxing into the embrace. "Thanks."
"I do as you require." Magic whispered, but he felt closer to her than before. Within moments, he'd fallen back asleep, though Magic remained for a few minutes before quietly leaving the bed as if she'd never been there, closing the door behind her, then returning to where she'd been sitting in the Gryffindor common room.
Harry woke earlier than everyone, which he'd almost expected, given that he went to bed about an hour before he usually did at Hogwarts. When he checked his watch, he realized it was five o'clock in the morning. He quietly dressed in his Hogwarts uniform for the day after showering, glad no one had woken up yet. As he started walking down the stairs leading to the common room, his mind strayed to the court room from yesterday, at how Magic had split herself and had made a second one appear due to his desires. He remembered how the magic had felt, recalled how the strength of his flame had seemed to be a bit weaker, though there was still plenty of power for him to use, even in that case. He found himself wondering if he could intentionally duplicate Magic's use of magic in that way, thought curiously about whether he could actually pull magic into himself, rather than leave her as a manifested being. That thought brought about a strong warning of deep agony for Magic and for himself, though, so he decided not to try such a thing.
As he entered the common room, he walked over to where Magic was sitting, bumping into a couple chairs and couches along the way. Silently, he sat next to her, and after a moment, said, "Hey. You know what I was thinking about?"
"Yes." Magic stated in reply. "You can't make me disappear. I'm a physical body. The other Magic was nothing but energy, and therefore, was pure magic."
"Oh. Well, that makes a lot of sense, such as why I don't feel that constant flow of magic between us. In fact, I never feel your magic in you like I do other people, maybe because we share our magic, since it's one?" Harry asked.
"I'm your magic." Magic stated.
"We both use the same magic for our magical, for what we do when we use it, like transforming things or teleporting. Right?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Magic responded. "That's why I'm your magic. You know this."
"Yeah, I know, I'm just thinking." Harry said. "Do you think I should try and manifest more of you, just in case I ever need that ability some time?"
"Make your choice." Magic responded.
"I want your opinion." Harry said, deciding to push a little more than he usually would have, see if she could give him an opinion of her own. He didn't think she could, as he didn't think she had one outside of his own, but there was a first time for everything.
"I don't have one." Magic stated in reply. Harry sighed.
"I thought you might say that. Oh well, it was worth a try, anyway." Harry said.
He leaned against Magic and lay his head on her shoulder, listening to the silence in the common room. Magic placed her right arm around him in an efficient movement, and thinking back on when Magic had split his magic and had manifested another of herself, he intentionally attempted to duplicate the act, thinking of where he wanted her to appear. More able to focus on the sensation now, he felt as his flame roared with power for an instant, then seemed to split and be a little lower in strength. He heard movement, then felt another Magic sit down on his other side. Straightening up, he reached out and touched their shoulders, felt their identical robes and positions on the couch, knew they were the same in almost every way, as they came from the single source of his magic. As he touched the one on his right, he could feel the constant flow of magic that kept her maintained, which was entering him again, and now that he was paying attention, seemed to also be gathering magic from his surroundings, though not a harmful amount. It seemed the largest drain of power was creating Magic's physical form of energy, but maintaining it didn't take too much power.
Curiously, he thought of creating yet another Magic. He concentrated. The third Magic appeared standing in front of him, gazing straight at him, her body also nothing but energy in a physical form for the moment. Harry opened his link of knowledge, and realized that he could do so with one or all of them at once, though receiving data from three different sources was making his head pound, so he closed the link. Now, he noted, his magic felt like a constantly moving fire, his flame flowing from him to the two newly created Magic's, then back into him again. It was strangely comforting, though also a bit unsettling. As he felt his flame, he realized it was slowly starting to lower in energy.
"This is interesting, though maybe a bit uncomfortable, too." Harry said. "But potentially helpful. Especially if I've got to help get people out of some battle. If I had the two of you eat to help my power grow even quicker, which I guess it would, then combine both of you into one, and repeated this, would my magic get stronger even quicker than usual?"
"No." All the Magic's replied. The two newly created ones continued. "When we eat, gain energy, then combine into one, we shall become a living physical body, which can't be combine with yourself or the Magic which is already a physical body."
"The only problem with this ability is, I don't want people to know about this. They already don't like me because I can do more than they can, and am blind. Some, anyway." Harry said, thinking of the Magic standing in front of him, and that sitting on his right, being combine with the Magic sitting to his left. He felt his flame become more powerful than when it was sustaining both Magic's as energy, enjoying the feel of his flame steady within his chest as the two magical forms of Magic vanished.
"You prefer this." Magic stated.
"Yeah, I do." Harry replied. "But if I can manifest more of you in times when I might need you, that'll be good."
"Yes." Magic stated. "I don't like magical bindings of any kind."
"I know." Harry said, having briefly thought about the void he'd felt when he'd had his magic bound in the chained chair the previous day. "But I won't really know how to stop them until I feel them. But, we don't have to worry about any of that anymore."
Magic said nothing, but Harry knew she agreed with him.
"What brought on that, anyway?" Harry asked. "I already know you don't like magical binds. That didn't seem to relate to anything."
"You wished to state your previous statement for your comfort." Magic stated.
"I suppose I did." Harry replied after a moment, then continued. "So, how would I become more powerful with this ability of manifesting more of you, anyway?"
"The physical transformation won't begin until sufficient energy is attained." Magic stated. "Create as many Magic's as physical energy as you are able. Instruct them to eat until they are nearly to the level of energy to begin the transformation into physical beings. Return their energy to you or me. Your magic will become more powerful. Performing this more than one time a month is not recommended, as physical pain may result due to too much energy levels entering your body. You could also cause physical damage."
"Well, this next summer I'll try that, maybe." Harry said. "But, even if I don't, there's probably other ways I can help people without your physical presence, too, like magically transporting them away. I should be able to do that without touching them, or without you grabbing them, either."
"Innovate to create the solution." Magic stated.
After a moment, Harry said, "Right, then. Breakfast, Magic?" She mirrored his movements as he stood.
"If you wish." Magic stated.
"Then let's go and eat." Harry said, smiling, pondering his newly discovered ability, which he supposed he had all along and simply didn't realize it. As he walked down the corridor with his cane unfolded, he gripped Magic's hand, she returning the grasp in her efficient, unemotional way.