AN: I'd prefer if people could send me reviews over this chapter, I changed my writing style slightly.

Chapter 6: The First Accidental Bout of Magic

Sirius stood there, looking at the levitating block, gaping like a fish out of water. His heart was pounding with a mix of pride and amazement.

"Blimey, Harry," he muttered under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the floating block.

Harry, barely three years old, giggled with delight as the block wobbled in the air, his tiny hands stretched out towards it with determined concentration.

"Did I do good, Dada?" Harry questioned, still giggling.

Sirius simply stared at his godson for a few moments, trying to process what had just occurred until Harry's question registered. With an astonished but proud look on his face, Sirius replied, "Yes, yes you did good, Harry."

Sirius then decided to send a letter to Dumbledore and Minerva inviting them to his household to witness Harry's accidental magic for themselves.

Summoning the Experts

Meanwhile, in his office at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards of their generation, was lost in thought, musing about his previous memories. However, his contemplation was interrupted by the hoot of an owl tapping on his window, bringing the old wizard out of his musings.

Dumbledore turned his attention to the owl, recognizing it as one of Sirius Black's. He untied the letter from the owl's leg and quickly scanned its contents.

The letter detailed Harry's unexpected display of magic and invited Dumbledore and Minerva to the Black Manor to witness it firsthand. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with anticipation as he read the letter. He knew that such occurrences were rare and required careful observation.

Turning to Minerva, who was busy organizing some paperwork, Dumbledore cleared his throat to get her attention. "Minerva, my dear," he said, his voice warm yet authoritative. "I have received an invitation from Sirius Black regarding a matter of utmost importance. Would you be so kind as to accompany me to the Black Manor?"

Minerva looked up from her work, her expression curious. "Of course, Albus," she replied, setting aside her quill. "Is everything alright?"

Dumbledore nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Everything is perfectly fine, Minerva. But I believe we may witness something quite extraordinary at the Black Manor."

Minerva raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Dumbledore's cryptic words. "In that case, I shall prepare myself immediately," she said, rising from her chair.

With a nod of gratitude, Dumbledore watched as Minerva gathered her belongings before following him out of the office. Together, they made their way to the Black Manor, eager to witness the magic of a young prodigy.

Welcoming Familiar Faces

Sirius quickly straightened up the living room, making sure everything was in place. Just as he finished, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Sirius took a deep breath and opened the door to reveal Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall standing there, both wearing warm smiles.

"Good evening, Sirius," Dumbledore greeted, his eyes twinkling with curiosity as they landed on Harry.

"Good evening, Albus, Minerva," Sirius replied, stepping aside to let them in. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

"It's no trouble at all," McGonagall assured him, her gaze softening as she looked at Harry. "We wouldn't miss this for the world."

Harry's eyes lit up when he saw Minerva. "Professor Minnie!" he exclaimed, running to her with open arms.

Minerva's stern demeanor softened, and she bent down to hug Harry. "Hello, Harry. It's wonderful to see you again."

Harry grinned up at her. "Did you come to see my magic?"

Minerva smiled warmly. "Yes, Harry. I heard you did something quite special."

Dumbledore knelt down to Harry's level, his eyes twinkling. "Hello, Harry. Can you show us what you did earlier?"

Harry nodded eagerly. He turned to the colorful block on the floor, his brow furrowing in concentration. Slowly, the block began to tremble and then lifted into the air, wobbling slightly but staying aloft.

"Remarkable," McGonagall whispered, her eyes widening in astonishment. "At such a young age..."

Dumbledore nodded, his expression one of deep contemplation. "Indeed, it is quite extraordinary."

The block floated back down gently, and Harry beamed with pride. He expectantly looked up at Sirius, his godfather.

"Indeed, Harry, it is quite the achievement," Sirius chuckled and replied, ruffling his godson's hair.

"Harry," McGonagall said, her voice gentle, "how did it feel when you made the block float?"

Harry thought for a moment, his small face scrunched in concentration. "It felt... fuzzy. Like something warm and tickly inside. And then it just happened."

Dumbledore smiled, nodding thoughtfully. "That's a very good description, Harry. Magic can feel quite different for everyone."

As they continued to talk, Sirius couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. Harry was not only showing signs of magic, but doing so with a control that was truly remarkable for his age.

After some more conversation, Dumbledore and McGonagall turned their attention to Sirius. "You must be proud, Sirius," McGonagall said. "Harry is showing incredible promise."

"I am," Sirius admitted, though a hint of worry lingered in his voice. "But I'm also a bit concerned. He's so young, and magic can be dangerous if not properly controlled."

Dumbledore nodded. "Your concern is valid, Sirius. But with the correct guidance on using magic, Harry will be fine."

Sirius looked at his old mentors, feeling gratitude. "Thank you both for coming. I really appreciate it."

"It's our pleasure," Dumbledore said warmly. "We'll be here to help, whenever you need us."

As the evening went on, they shared stories and laughs, making Harry feel more at ease. They talked about Hogwarts and the world of magic, sparking Harry's curiosity and excitement even more.

Dumbledore turned to Harry, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Harry, my boy, do you enjoy playing with magical toys like the one you showed us today?"

Harry nodded enthusiastically, a wide smile lighting up his face. "Yes, Professor Dumbledore! Magic is fun!"

Minerva chuckled softly, her eyes softening as she looked at the young boy. "And do you have a favorite toy, Harry?"

Harry nodded again, his excitement palpable. "I have a toy broomstick! It's small, but I like to pretend I'm flying on it!"

Dumbledore chuckled. "Ah, a future Quidditch player in the making, perhaps?"

Harry's eyes sparkled with delight. "Maybe! I want to be like my dad and fly on a real broomstick one day!"

Sirius grinned proudly at his godson. "You'll be the best Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen, Harry."

As the night wore on, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, and Harry regaled Dumbledore and McGonagall with tales of his adventures with his toy broomsticks. As the night came to a close, Dumbledore and McGonagall bid farewell to Sirius and Harry, promising to visit again soon.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Dumbledore couldn't shake the feeling that they had just witnessed the beginning of something truly extraordinary.