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Chapter 2

The knock came as Harry was nervously tapping his cane on the floor. He looked up at Petunia when he heard the polite double tap, before rising to his feet and making his way to the door. With a deep breath he opened it to reveal the teacher coming to escort him to Charing Cross.

He was short, not even 4ft tall, but his colours were the strongest and brightest Harry had ever seen. Blue and gold swirling and entwining throughout his form. As Harry opened the door and observed the short man, he heard a sharp intake of breath come from the man before he seemed to straighten slightly and step forward.

"Good morning, I am Professor Filius Flitwick, might I come in?" Asked the short man in front of Harry whose colours still entranced him.

"Yes, sorry, yes." Harry stammered before opening the door fully and letting the man step inside. "My name is Harry, sir"

The man – Professor Flitwick, Harry reminded himself, chuckled before explaining. "Yes, my boy, I know who you are. You look much like James did at your age, though I think I see more of Lily in your nose." Flitwick peered closely at Harry for a moment before turning to look at Petunia who had just stepped into the hallway. "Ah, and you must be Petunia, Lily had a photograph of you and her, I must say you don't seem to have aged a day madam."

Harry struggled with reading some body language with his sight, but he was fairly sure Petunia had just blushed and struggled to hold in a laugh. Flitwick followed Petunia as she led them into the living room, waiting until Petunia had taken a seat before climbing surprisingly gracefully into an armchair opposite the sofa. Said armchair usually seated Vernon and sagged significantly in the middle causing Flitwick to sink rather rapidly for a moment before he shifted back to the edge of the chair.

Harry took a seat next to Petunia on the sofa and waited while she offered the Professor tea and biscuits, which he gladly accepted. Once tea was served and Petunia had settled down, he finally spoke up.

"So" He began, not quite knowing what to ask first. "Magic is real?" He decided to start at the basics.

Flitwick took a sip of tea before replying. "Ah yes, I suppose you won't have seen any since you were a baby. Yes Harry, magic is real, have you ever had anything strange happen around you? Anything odd or unexplained?" The professor seemed to be watching him closely as he asked this.

Petunia nodded as Filius questioned him and answered immediately.

"Oh yes, when we first took him in, he would do all sorts of magic. He would make his favourite toys and blankets come to him, he even made a fire one night when the power went out and we had no heating." She paused sadly. Harry remembered that night, though not starting a fire. It was a year or so before he first triggered his sight and after that he was moved out of the room he shared with Dudley, first into the spare room, and then a week later Vernon moved him into the cupboard under the stairs. Petunia had tried to argue, but Vernon had thundered and raged at her until she gave in. Threatening to beat Harry and her if she argued again.

Harry reached out and patted her hand clumsily when he heard her sniffle, he did not blame her.

The professor said nothing, quietly sipping from his cup until Petunia straightened and wiped at her eyes. Only once she had calmed did he speak again.

"I must say Petunia, this tea is lovely, do I detect a hint of lemon?" He asked politely as he balanced the now empty cup and its saucer atop the side of the armchair where it wobbled precariously.

Petunia nodded and smiled thanking the professor before he continued.

"I must confess, Mr Potter, I would like to check something if that is okay with you?" The professor hopped down from the armchair and walked around the table to stand in front of Harry and Petunia. "You see, I have been able to feel your magic since you opened the front door to this lovely home." At this he smiled at Petunia again who Harry was sure giggled briefly. "And I would just like to perform a quick check on you, just to make sure there is nothing wrong, would that be alright?"

Harry looked towards Petunia quickly before asking.

"Will it hurt?" He questioned.

"No no, not at all. You shouldn't feel a thing." At Harry's nod, the professor drew a long thin object from his waist. The object had a warm golden-brown colour, with hints of red at its centre, as soon as the professor touched it the colours brightened and veins of the brown and red seemed to burrow into the professor's colours, and as he looked closely, he could see that the professor's blue colour had seeped into the object's as well. The object had similar colours to some tree's Harry had seen, though they were nowhere near as bright and clear.

He was broken from his reverie when the professor cleared his throat.

"Apologies, I normally choose something a little more colourful for the one I show a student but, in this instance, I suppose it matters little to you young Harry." Harry didn't know what the odd man meant but had no chance to question him as the professor began to weave his hand in a strange pattern.

As the professor moved the strange object back and forth, he left faintly glowing lines in the air, lines of blue and silver light. Harry gasped, they were beautiful, the pattern the professor was drawing was forming a web of light in the air!

A moment later the professor finished and with a final flick, the web of silver and blue flashed, seeming to stretch out, it looked to be wrapping around Harry and he was about to reach out and touch it when it burst apart, fading into blue and silver motes of light that quickly dispersed until nothing was left. Ha

Harry had a wide grin on his face when he turned to the bemused professor.

"Will you teach me how to do that?!" He begged as the professor chuckled.

"Aha, that explains the magic leakage then." The professor chuckled again, shaking his head as he returned to the drooping armchair and climbing back on. "So, my boy, how did you manage that then?" He questioned, as he settled back in.

"Manage what, sir?" Harry asked, confused. He hadn't done anything; the professor was the one that had made the web of light.

The professor stared hard at him for a moment and Harry wondered if he had done something wrong, was he supposed to show the professor magic of his own?

"Your magic, Mr – may I call you Harry?" At Harry's confused nod he continued. "Your magic, Harry, is leaking out of you. Well, I thought it was leaking, that was why I cast the diagnostic charm. But it isn't leaking at all, you are in complete control of it, quite the impressive feat for one so young might I add." The professor shook his head and absently stroked his beard. "You are, without training unless you have had a Curse breaker or enchanter here tutoring you?" Again, Harry shook his head confusedly. "Then yes, without training, you are utilising an extremely difficult magical technique known as Fulgomancy, it is extraordinarily difficult to master." Harry gaped and shook his head, he didn't know any magic yet, that was why he was going to the school wasn't it?

"Fulgomancy is part of a branch of magic combining Divination and magic's of the mind, Harry. But, to put it simply, you can feel magic." Flitwick explained, seeing Harry's confusion.

At this Harry nodded in understanding.

"Yes, I could see that web you did just now, could you not see it then Aunt Petunia?" He questioned his aunt who shook her head and then seemed to find her voice.

"No Harry dear, the professor-"

"Please, call me Filius madam." The professor interrupted gently. Once again, Harry was fairly sure Petunia blushed, before carrying on.

"Well then, Filius waved his wand" So that's what the professor had been holding, Harry realised. "- and then stopped and you were smiling and then you asked him to teach you…whatever it was that he did."

"Indeed Harry, the diagnostic charm has no real flair to it, but it is an excellent tool for any wizard or witch to know. What you ... felt?" At this the professor paused for a moment. ", Actually, perhaps we should start there, how do you experience your Fulgomancy, Harry?" The professor waved his hand, holding his wand as Harry now realised, and a few clouds of that same blue colour flit from the end, forming the shape of a bird that flapped its wings briefly before disappearing. Petunia gasped at that, so Harry knew the magic had at least been visible to her that time. "For instance, I know a wizard who experiences his Fulgomancy by sound, he hears music and can associate that music with different magics. What about yourself, what did that magic feel like to you?" Filius questioned, leaning forward.

"Well, it didn't really feel like anything Professor." Harry shifted his cane from one hand to the other as he tried to come up with the words for his sight. "I saw the magic as a bird, it flapped its wings when it came out of your wand and then disappeared, sir." Harry shrugged. "I don't hear music or anything, I could just see it in my head." There was a long silence as Harry waited for the Professor to respond. He did not expect the odd man to laugh at him.

It took a moment for Professor Flitwick to calm, and when he did, he clapped once before apologising.

"I am sorry Harry, but that is marvellous! The charm I cast was a simple animation charm, I made the air solidify and form a bird briefly, which is what surprised your lovely aunt." The Professor turned to Petunia here. "I must apologise for that madam; I had not meant to shock you." Flitwick turned back to Harry and looked at him closely before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ball of some kind which he began to roll between his fingers absently. "So, Harry, I must ask, is it just magic that you can see?"

Before Harry could reply he was ducking his head as the ball Filius had been playing with was flying through the space his face had previously occupied.

"Hey!" He shouted in annoyance at the short man who had fallen from his chair now as he laughed and clapped in glee. "What was that for?" Harry asked, frustrated at the mans actions.

"I – I am sorry Harry bu – but" Filius struggled to contain his chuckling before continuing. "You must understand my boy, you are incredible!" He exclaimed, hopping back onto the chair, and smiling at Petunia who had been giggling at the strange man's antics.

"You have managed to overcome your difficulties with sight haven't you, you are no more blind than I am my boy." At this Petunia turned sharply to face Harry who slumped on the spot knowing he would need to explain himself after this.

"Well, I was, but then a few years ago I found I could kind of push and I was able to see around me, to see all around me." And with that Harry went on to explain how he had practiced every day with his sight until he could use it all the time without needing to concentrate so hard that he could not do anything else. Flitwick interrupted with questions about what exactly he could see, how it looked, he seemed especially interested in the colours that Harry could see.

After he had exhausted Professor Flitwick's questions and Petunia had served everyone another cup of tea, it was finally his turn to ask the questions.

"Where is Hogwarts? What are Charms? Will I be able to use my typewriter at school? Are there braille books?" He rushed out the questions before he heard a quiet cough from Petunia who was hiding a smirk behind her teacup. He frowned; he was simply curious about this whole new world he had found he was a part of. It was hardly his fault if he was a little eager for answers. Or very eager for them.

"Hogwarts is located in Scotland. Charms are a branch of magic which allows one to impart their will upon the world, Charms encompasses a wide variety of spells, some impart new characteristics upon an object." With that he tapped his wand on edge of the teacup balancing on the armchair beside him and it rose up into the air and began bobbing and weaving around the room. The cup, which before had been a plain dull grey, was now covered in glowing blue lines that sank into the grey as it floated around the room, before returning to its place on the arm of the chair.

Harry and Petunia both clapped at the spell as the Professor continued. "Other branches of Charms deal more with causing things to happen, for instance." Another wave of the professor's wand and a gout of fire, burning hot and raging erupted from the tip of his wand, stopping just short of the ceiling. Petunia cried out and was about to tell the Professor to stop when suddenly the fire stopped, the room returned to its normal temperature, there were no marks anywhere in the room that anything had happened and not even a whiff of smoke in the air.

Harry was already obsessed. That fire had been incredible. Normal fire was a red colour in Harry's mind, but that fire had been many different colours, reds, blues, golds and even a few greens interspersed the fire before it had stopped. It was incredible. All of the magic the professor had cast had been incredible, all so different and interesting.

"Apologies again Petunia, I shan't try to shock you again." A pause. "Today anyway." Flitwick winked at Harry's aunt and this time he really was sure she blushed. And giggled!

"But I digress, Charms are many varied and include many different branches of magic. Wards, enchanting, many curses even, all fall under Charms. I will need to take a look at your typewriter as some mundane items fail in Hogwarts when around that amount of magic, but I am sure we will be able to find something for you to use if your typewriter won't be possible. There are braille books in the Hogwarts library yes, and there is a charm for translating written text into braille and vice versa so even if the book is not in braille, so once you learn that charm you will be able to read all the books you like." Professor Flitwick smiled then and clapped his hands, rubbing them together. "Well, if we want to pick up everything from Diagon Alley today and get back in suitable time, we should really set off."

With that Flitwick and Harry said quick goodbyes to Petunia, Flitwick kissing her hand while Harry settled for a quick hug. In no time they were stood outside 4 Privet Drive, Flitwick leading the way to the end of the street and down a side alley that led to the park.

Harry followed in confusion until Flitwick suddenly stopped and turned to face him.

"This should do Harry, sorry for the secrecy but we aren't supposed to do any obvious magic in front of muggles." At Harry's confused look, which was beginning to annoy Harry, he hated not knowing things. "Ah, muggles are non-magical people. Then there are squibs like your aunt but that's a conversation for another time. Right, hold still and breath out."

Harry felt Flitwick grab his arm firmly and then suddenly he was being pulled through the tightest tube, stretching and twisting, surrounded by brightly flashing colours. And then he was on his knees and gasping for breath. He heard Flitwick mutter something before turning back to face him.

"Sorry about that Harry, the first time is always rough, there is really no way to prepare for it. It does get better with practice, and when you can do it yourself it's really quite enjoyable for some." The Professor patted him on the back as Harry gasped for breath and straightened, he would never get used to that feeling and was not sure he wanted to.

Harry focussed on his surroundings and gasped again, this time in shock and not need of air. Everything was filled with colour. The cobblestones they were stood upon were filled with browns, blues, greens, greys, and reds. The walls were the same. Even the air had faint colours shimmering through it. It was so bright. It was too bright. Too much colour. He was lost in colour.

"Harry, listen to me, just focus on my voice Harry." He could hear the professor as if through water, it was muffled but he could hear it. "That's it Harry, deep breaths and just focus on one thing, let everything else wash over you. Just let it pass. You are okay Harry." He took deep breaths and focussed on the voice, seeing a ribbon of blue light flicker out and surround him and the professor, it obscured the other colours, though it did not block them entirely. It was enough. He could breathe. He could see.

"Thank – Thank you Professor." Harry took a few more deep breaths. That had been frightening, he had not felt like that since he first triggered his sight. He had felt blind again, but instead of darkness it had been colours, too many and filling his vision.

"It is alright my boy, it's my fault really, I should have realised." At Harry's look, the Professor elaborated. "There are very few places in Britain with more magic layered upon them than Diagon Alley. After the Great Fire, the Ministry had warders and enchanters working here for years to protect Diagon. And with your Fulgomancy, well it must have been very disorienting." The Professor looked very apologetic and gestured at the dome of blue magic that surrounded them. "This is a temporary ward, it will keep anything we say from being overheard, will keep prying eyes off of us and should be blocking out some of the external magic if I am right?"

"Yes, yes its much better now. I'm okay now professor, thank you for helping me." Harry gripped his cane tightly, he was sure he was okay now, even as he stood there the colours seemed to grow less bright, easier to observe.

"Good good, well I have a few things to tell you before we go into Diagon proper." The professor sighed sadly before speaking again. "Harry, you are famous to most of Magical Britain, to most of the Magical World in fact." Harry opened his mouth to question Filius, but the professor held up a hand and continued. "It would be best if I got through this in one go, then you can ask your questions and I will do my best to answer them, though I confess I do not have all the answers you will seek."

Harry reluctantly nodded and twisted his grip on his cane impatiently.

"Right well, before you were born there was a wizard. A dark wizard, the self-styled Lord Voldemort, now some will caution you not to speak his name, but the reason for that does not apply to you so call him whatever you like. Now, this dark lord he raised an army of other dark wizards and witches, of werewolves and vampires and other magical creatures. He raised this army and he waged war on Magical Britain. Voldemort believed that only pure-blooded wizards, those who had no muggle blood, were worthy to wield magic. He and his army attacked wizarding villages across the country, they killed hundreds, and Voldemort he was a one-man army himself. He wielded dark magic, foul magic that very few could stand against. And your parents fought him and his army, they were part of a group who fought separately from our Ministry as there were many known sympathisers in the government at the time and to speak out was dangerous." Harry grinned at the thought of his parents fighting this monster and Flitwick laughed darkly when he saw it. "Yes Harry, you should be proud of your parents, they were brilliant people. No, better, they were good people. Kind and generous. Anyway, one night not long after your first birthday, Halloween 1981, Voldemort came for your family. He put the entire village of Godric's Hollow into a cursed sleep which some never woke from, and he killed your mother and father. I am truly sorry Harry."

Harry felt tears crawl down his face as he heard the voice. High and cold. And a different voice, soft and desperate. "Please, not Harry!" He flinched when he felt a hand squeeze his arm softly before sniffing and wiping his eyes.

"But that doesn't explain why I'm famous professor?" Harry asked, his voice cracking a little as he did. "Surely loads of people lost family to this Voldemort?"

"Yes Harry, many people did die at Voldemort's hand, but you are not famous for your parents dying. You are famous, Harry, because you survived. Voldemort tried to kill you, but he failed, his curse rebounded and destroyed himself. You are famous because you are the boy-who-lived." Harry scoffed, how could he, a one-year-old baby have killed a dark lord?

"You doubt it, Harry?" Flitwick asked curiously.

"Well, yeah, I was a baby, what could I have done against a dark wizard professor?" Harry shrugged.

"There are a few theories, some believe you used accidental magic to deflect the curse, others that Voldemort just couldn't cast the spell correctly at an innocent babe and the curse failed and rebounded. It is difficult to know for sure without having been there Harry, by the time anyone was able to investigate the area there was so much dark magic left that nothing else could be detected." The professor paused for a moment. "I must say Harry, the theory I think is most likely, though I could be wrong, is that it is a combination of your accidental magic and something your parents did, which protected you. In fact, after meeting you and finding out about your Fulgomancy, the theory about your accidental magic protecting you seems far more plausible. It is not common for a wizard or witch to manifest their magic in this way before being trained, its even less common that they could control it in any meaningful way."

Harry thought about it for a moment, but he couldn't believe that, as a baby, he had been able to stop a dark wizard like Voldemort, it seemed far more likely that his parents had done something to protect him. Yes, his parents had been the ones to defeat Voldemort really, and he would do his best to live up to their legacy.

The professor was silent, leaving Harry to his thoughts until there was a light chime, like a being rung just once before stopping. The professor jumped and drew a silver pocket watch from his pocket, opening it and peering at the clock face inside before humming and slipping it back into his jacket pocket.

"I'm afraid we must make a move now if we want to get you back in good time. Now, hold still a moment Harry." With that the professor drew his wand and furrowed his brow as he spun the tip in a growing spiral, drawing concentric circles of blue light in the air before, with a gentle prod, the circles floated daintily across to Harry and fell upon his face. It was rather disconcerting for him to see the light growing closer, but he trusted the professor, though perhaps that wasn't sensible as he had only met the man a few hours ago.

There was a brief feeling of cool air brushing across his face, like a gentle breeze, before it passed, and Harry could only tell that the professor had cast anything by the fuzzy blue light that seemed to hover gently across the skin of his face.

"There, that should do. Like I said Harry, you are famous here, this should make you a little less noticeable, it's only temporary but it should last until our business is done." With that the short professor turned and walked through the blue dome of light he had cast when they arrived. The cerulean dome burst into shining motes of light as he crossed its boundary and Harry shook his head at the chaotic beauty of it, before following the professor, gripping his cane tightly as he tapped it in front of him.

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