"Um...is that supposed to happen?" Puck asked looking at Harry's shocked face. As soon as Puck had touched the innocent looking wand he felt a rush of warmth through out his whole body.

"I...I'm...Sorry, I really don't know," Harry stuttered. "I don't know how wands are supposed to react to muggles. Um...ok, this is probably dangerous but try giving it a wave."

Puck did as suggested feeling a bit silly and waved his arm from right to left. Instantaneously felt another rush of something and the small fire in the pit roared up 10 feet high. Puck and the others dove to the sand while Harry shouted for him to stop.

Puck was staring at the wand in his hand in awe. Magic. He, Noah Puckerman, had done magic. He knew it was magic, what else could it be? Puck's mind was racing. What else could he do? Were all those things his dad told him when he was a kid actually true? What was that loud sound?

Puck looked up to the the others staring at him. Mike and Finn were looking confused and shocked, and Harry was looking amused and also shocked.

"Are you back with us?" Harry asked. "You know I'm pretty sure that is the same look I had on my face when I did my first magic. Nearly blew up the wand shop," Harry said with a chuckle.

"I can do magic," Puck said slowly before a bright grin lit up his face. "I can do fucking magic! Holy shit. This is so awesome. What else can I do, man? You have to show me everything!" Puck exclaimed excitedly.

"Well, at least your taking it well. And I can't show you everything obviously. Besides it's late we should be heading to sleep."

"Sleep? How can you think of sleep at a time like this? I'm a fucking wizard, dude! Do you have any idea how cool that is?"

"I have some idea yes. And your not going to like it, but I'm going to have to keep that wand. We don't need anyone getting hurt," Harry informed him.

Puck's grip tightened on the wand causing more sparks to shoot out, he didn't want to let it go. He wanted to do more magic. "What the fuck? No. I won't do anything, man," Puck lied. He totally planned of waving the shit out of that wand.

"Puck, he's right. You almost lit us all on fire a few minutes ago," Mike said.

"But...I just got it. Would you want to let your magic go?"

"None of us know what's going on here, but if you really do have magic it's not in the wand. It's in your magical core. Me taking the wand isn't going to change that. Anyways, I'm not going to keep it. But I'll need to watch you when you use it," Harry told him.

"I'm not a damn kid, dude."

"I know how you feel, Puck. I was in the same situation." Puck scoffed. "Ok, a similar one at least. But there is no one here to fix something if your magic goes wrong. How about a deal? I'll teach you what I can until we are off the island, but I keep the wand when your not learning alright?"

Puck's grip loosened a bit. Harry looked so sincere he really didn't think that he would keep the wand away from Puck, but no matter what Harry said it felt like the wand was a part of his magic. Like he wouldn't have it any more if he let go.

"Maybe it is the wand," Finn pipped up, voicing Puck's fears.

"What?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, like maybe the wand is magic and that's why it worked. Maybe it would work for us too. Give it here, Puck. Let me try," Finn commanded reaching for the wand.

Puck's hand tightened on the wand as he backed away, sending more sparks into the sand. "What the hell, dude. No. It's mine!"

"Finn, there is no way for a wand to hold magic. It just channels it and directs the magic however the caster wills it," Harry told them.

"Well, if it's a magic island maybe it is channeling the magic from the island," Mike suggested.

"I would say that it is impossible, but I really don't know for sure."

"Puck! Give me the damn wand, dude," Finn yelled. "I just want to see it!"

"Fuck you, no!" Finn ran forward and tackled Puck into the sand, and they began to roll around on the ground fighting over the wand which was emitting sparks everywhere.

"That really isn't safe," Harry yelled but Puck wasn't listening. There was no way he was giving the wand up to Finn, it wasn't happening. Even though Finn was taller, Puck was stronger and he soon go the upper hand. He was sitting on Finn's waist a fist raised when Harry shouted again and he suddenly couldn't move and his wand was yanked from his grasp.

Harry came up and stood over them as they lay in the sand. "Are you quite finished? Now do you see why I am going to be holding the wand." They were released by the spell and Puck quickly scrambled off Finn and they both stood. Somehow in the fight Finn had ended up with green hair, and there was a smoking hole in Puck's own shirt.

"Come on, Puck. If it was me or Mike that had picked up the wand first you would want to know. Besides if we all have magic, then we would have two wands for four people! It won't be so bad," Finn tried to placate.

Puck saw Harry grip his own wand and step away from Finn. "No."

Finn gaped at Harry, "You mean you wouldn't share! Dude!"

"Sorry, guys. Nothing personal. No one touches my wand but me."

"We already knew that, dude," Puck snickered,

"Shut up, Puck," Finn snarled.

"Dude, chill out."

"I'm sorry, Finn, but asking to borrow someones wand is like asking to borrow their arm. It's a part of you. A bond forms when you first hold it. That's why Puck feels like he can't give his up," Harry revealed. "But I agree. We do need to know if it is just Puck. We will deal with it either way."

Puck watched as Harry held Puck's wand out to Mike first. He moved forward to intercept, but Harry stopped him with a hand on his chest. "We need to know, Puck. It could be dangerous if they had magic and none of us knew."

"What the fuck ever man. Why not let them try with your wand?" Puck sneered.

"Because my wand is unique and I don't want my new friends blown up. Is that a good enough reason for you?" Harry shot back.

Puck kept his sneer in place but shut up. Just because he understood, didn't mean he had to like it. Harry held the wand out to Mike again, before instructing him to wave it towards the water this time. Harry sent a small smile to Puck who fought and failed to keep an answering smile off his face at the memory of his first magic.

When nothing happened Puck's relief was reflected on Mike's face. "I'm actually glad. Magic is really cool and all, but I didn't want to have to deal with the responsibility. I've already got enough to deal with." Puck snorted, then thought for a moment. Who said anything about responsibility?

Harry took the wand back from Mike. "Well, now we know for sure it isn't the wand or the island. You still want to give it a go, Finn?"

"Of course!"

Harry exchanged a worried look with Puck but handed it over to Finn anyway with the same instructions as Mike. Finn's bright smile dropped when nothing happened. A look of concentration crossed Finn's face, but still nothing. He waved and pointed it at the fire this time, but even that didn't help. Finn handed the wand back to Harry, and without another word walked into his tent.

"He'll be okay. I just think he wanted magic more than anyone," Mike said and followed Finn into the tent.

Harry silently nodded to their own tent, and they made their way inside to get ready for bed. With Puck's permission, Harry changed both their clothes in pajamas and they both laid down. Puck's excitement was somewhat dampened by watching his friend be so disappointed. Harry and Puck lay for a few minutes in silence before Puck spoke.

"He was wrong, you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Mike. When he said that Finn wanted magic more than anyone. That's not true. I used to spend hours when I was a kid just imagining a world my father used to tell me about. I even told him that when I grew up I wanted to be a wizard just like Merlin. Even after he left I would lay awake at night thinking of a world I could escape to."

Harry hummed. "I used to do the same thing before I found out I was a wizard. Looks like both our wishes came true, huh?"

"Yeah I guess so." Puck agreed quietly. Soon the tent was filled with the soft sounds of Harry's breathing as he drifted off, Puck joining him not long after.

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Puck woke up slowly the next morning. Even after he was fully awake he stubbornly refused to open his eyes. Half of him hoped the plane crash was just a weird vivid dream and the other half of him feared him having magic was just a weird vivid dream. The way Puck figured it, if he didn't wake up he didn't to know.

"It's real."

Harry's voice broke the silence in the tent and Puck's eyes snapped open. Ok, so he really was in a tent. That meant the plane crash was real. Now what about the magic? Puck rolled over to face Harry who was already sitting up looking at Puck with amusement.

"The magic? It's real."

"Can you read minds? Cause that is like an invasion of privacy or some shit," Puck told him.

"No, I can't. But the first day I woke up after finding out I was a wizard I had the horrible fear it was all a dream. I thought you might feel the same since you have been lying there awake for 15 minutes without moving."

Puck sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face. "So, it was real? I can really do magic?"

"Well, as of last night yes. I still don't have any clue why. Are you sure you didn't know? Most wizards get a letter on their eleventh birthday."

"Trust me. I'm sure I didn't know. And all I got for my eleventh birthday was a weird book from my dad before he skipped out on us."

"What about any accidental magic? For instance when I was a kid I accidentally apparated to the top of a school building."

Puck shrugged. "Not anything that I can remember. What's apparating?"

"It's kind of like muggle teleporting. Only with magic instead."

"So I can do that too?" Puck asked. He sat up on his sleeping back to see Harry better. "Can you show me? What's a Muggle?"

"A muggle is a word wizards use for non-magic users. Usually, your not allowed to apparate until your 17. I don't know what is going to happen in your case. But we should definitely wait until you know way more magic."

"Come on, man. What's the worst that could happen?"

"You could leave bits of yourself behind. Maybe even your favorite bits," Harry told him with a smirk.

Puck gulped and covered puckzilla. "Good idea. I'll wait."

"Thought so. Since we are up, I can show you some magic to help with breakfast if you want? But first let me clean and transfigure our clothes. Any preferences?"

Soon Harry was wearing a red t-shirt with a gold lion on the front and a pair of loose black shorts and hiking shoes. Puck had chosen a tight white tank top and baggy khaki cargo shorts. As they made their way out of the tent, Puck noticed something attached to Harry's arm and asked about it.

"It's a wrist sheath for my wand. It's designed so that my wand will never fall out, and it's always ready to be in my hand with just a thought," Harry explained.

Puck could tell it was still early, the sky was still orange and purple from the sunrise. Mike and Finn had yet to wake, so Harry removed the wards around the site and Puck and Harry took the time to separate to do their business before meeting up at the water. Once there Puck was bounding with excitement when Harry handed him his wand back. Puck was disappointed when he didn't get the same rush when he touched it. Harry must have noticed because he started to explain.

"The feeling only happens when you bond with your wand the first time. Now when wizards first start school at 11 their magical core is small and weak as such we can only do small magic. As you get older your core develops and stabilizes. You will be able to do spells that we had to wait for, but it is important for you to work up to them otherwise you could hurt yourself or someone else. I can't really teach you like you are supposed to be taught, so when we get out of here your actually going to have to do a lot of learning."

Puck dropped his head back and groaned. "Great more school."

"Like I said, I don't know how it will work. Wizards don't do to muggle school. At 11 we head of to Hogwarts to learn magic." Hogwarts? Something about that name seemed familiar to Puck, but before he could think on it anymore Harry was talking.

"While I know some healing, I am not a Healer. I can't fix any problem so I'm going to need your promise that you wont do any magic without my approval. No trying to do magic that I do. I have had seven years of school and two years of special training. It would be extremely dangerous for you to attempt them. Really, I probably shouldn't be teaching you at all. I've taught classes before, but they were advanced and the kids I was teaching had already had 5 years of education. You have to promise me to be patient, ok? "

Puck knew Harry was right. It sucked that he had to wait, but he didn't want to kill himself right when he just got his magic. Plus he got the feeling if he was caught then Harry would keep the wand and not give it back. That was not something he wanted to happen. Puck could probably take the smaller boy in a physical fight, but Harry had magic.

"I got it. No magic without Harry supervision. Can you show me a spell now?"

Harry stared at him suspiciously for a moment before nodding. "Alright. First spell you are going to learn is the levitation charm. The wand movement is a swish and flick and the incantation is Wingardium Leviosa."

Harry pointed his wand at a seashell and showed Puck the spell before letting it fall back to the sand. "Alright, now your turn. Just concentrate."

Puck attempted the spell a few times while Harry corrected his wand or pronunciation. Finally on the fourth try, the shell raised about a foot off the ground. Puck gasped and looked at Harry with a huge smile. "I did it! I really did it, man! I'm a fucking wizard!" Puck shouted. The shell dropped as Puck lost concentration and grabbed Harry into a hug and lifted him off the ground and spinning him around. Harry was giggling as he set him down in the sand, his green eyes bright.

"You did, and you are," Harry told Puck with a smile. "How about you continue with that and I'll catch us all some breakfast. Then we'll wake up the others." Puck nodded and went back to his shell, still with huge smile on his face. A wizard. Him. Noah Puckerman, the wizard. He just couldn't get over it.

About 20 minutes later, Puck could now keep the shell in the air with no trouble. In the mean time, Harry had piled 6 large fish into a transfigured basket and lit a fire before going to wake up Mike and Finn. A few minutes later Harry came back as sat in a chair and began to clean the fish with a transfigured knife. Puck watched from a few yards away, memorized as Harry made quick work of all the bones and fins before placing each fish in a frying pan over the fire.

Puck pocketed both the wand and shell and walked over to take his seat near the fire. "How do you know how to do all this," Puck asked waving his hand at their breakfast.

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. "Last year me and my friends went on a two month long camping trip, and not by choice. We were in no way prepared. I had been taught how to fight, but nothing applied to what we were going through. We had no clue what we were doing, and went hungry most of the time. The three of us were on the run so we couldn't even set up anything permanent. Eventually we leaned how survive, but it wasn't easy. When we were finally able to go home my friend Hermione insisted we learn all about surviving in the wilderness. I payed close attention for two reasons. One, I never wanted to be in a position like that again. And two, when I disappear after I graduate not everywhere I am going is going to be hotels and spas. Though there will be plenty of those too," Harry finished with a grin.

By this time Mike and Finn were there listening to Harry's story as well and all of the fish was cooking. It looked like Harry had cleaned and transfigured their clothes as well. They were both in black shorts and sneakers but Mike was wearing a blue shirt with a bronze eagle and Finn was wearing a yellow shirt with what looked like a honey badger.

Puck laughed, "What are you guys wearing?"

Harry shrugged. "They said they didn't care. Those are the houses from my school. There are four," Harry pointed at Mike, "Ravenclaw, for the smart and creative," Harry then pointed at Finn, "Hufflepuff, for the loyal and hard workers," Harry finished by pointing to himself, "and then we have Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart. I don't know you guys that well, but it seemed to fit."

"You said there were four houses. What's the last one? And why didn't I get one?"

"The last is Slytherin, the cunning and ambitious. And you don't have one because you chose your own clothes. They let me pick."

"Fine. I want to be the last one," Puck replied.

"Really? Alright, I guess. But I don't know if that really fits you."

Harry waved his wand and Puck looked down to see his white tank top was now green and had a picture of a huge snake with yellow eyes.

"Dude, this snake is badass. Definitely better than a bird or badger."

"Hey! Honey badger don't care, honey badger don't give a shit," Finn exclaimed causing the three Americans to break down in laughter while Harry looked on.

"Alright. I don't know what's so funny. But that's a regular badger, and you wouldn't think that snake is so badass when its trying to eat you," Harry shivered.

"Oh! Story! Story!" Finn yelled.

"Fine," Harry sighed. "But after breakfast is done. I don't want to share that story on an empty stomach."

"Oh! Harry taught me my first spell! You guys wanna see?" Puck was egar to show off what he had learned already.

Finn groaned. "You mean we missed your first lesson? Of course I want to see!"

"Me, too!"

Puck jumped up and took the wand and shell out of his pocket, but before he could say anything Harry spoke up.

"Not near the fire, Puck! I already told you. You guys go closer to the water. But don't leave my sight."

Puck rolled his eyes. "Yes, mommy," he replied sarcastically already walking away with Finn and Mike following and Harry's laughter ringing in his ears.

For the next few minutes Puck showed them how he floated the shell. Harry yelled suggestions from the campsite on ways to be better and had the other glee kids throw things for him to float and move around. Puck had been worried about Finn's reaction to him being a wizard. He was so excited and he didn't want the other teen to be jealous or angry for not having any magic himself. Finn seemed to get over his disappointment over night and was just as enthusiastic as Puck to see more magic. They were actually all having fun, which was surprising given they were stranded on a magical island. But Harry had been right. If you forgot about the fact they were in a plane crash yesterday, it kinda just felt like a bunch of guys hanging out on a beach.

When the fish was ready, they all sat around the fire to eat listen to Harry's story.

AN: How are we liking Wizard!Puck? I was having trouble trying to figure out exactly what would happen to a 17 year old who just found out he was a wizard and how that would affect his learning magic. I just hope everything made sense.

*I am aware the honey badger reference is probably way out of time line. Let's blame that on the magic island too, huh? ;)