Chapter 126 - My SI Stash #26 - F_u_c_k_i_n_g Magic by Ashali (Harry Potter) (1/2)
-A SI Harry Potter fic with a shotacon type beat. Another NSFW QuestionableQuesting fic~ Make an account to get access!
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Chapter 0-2 (exceptional)
So we have yet another story thread. The premise is that I awakened as Harry Potter significantly before canon, and f_u_c_k_e_d right off from the Dursley family. Though, the story begins at the beginning of Hogwarts.
We're going to wave brightly at the stations of canon as the railroad tracks dive right off a cliff and the train starts to fly away, and Harry is a gigantic pervert that refuses to not take advantage of all the l_e_w_d opportunities that can be found in a boarding school full of magic.
Chapter 1
When the letter addressed from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry arrives in the mail, I'm happily reading a book at a table in the orphanage that's been taking care of me in London on my eleventh birthday. It's something of a surprise for several reasons, even though I'd been half expecting it to find its way to me.
When I'd awoken as Harry Potter in the home of the Dursley family at the ripe old age of six, I'd immediately endeavoured to get as far away from them as possible. They'd truly been a horrible family, being willing to withhold meals and go so far as to take ”discipline” to just-about abusive levels, and after making a token effort to get them to act like responsible a_d_u_l_ts, I'd walked out. Considering that I'd never really been outside as a child, given the Dursleys' attempts to pretend that I didn't exist to their neighbors going rather well up to that point, my actual disappearance had gone unnoted, though I was certain they were absolutely furious that I'd stolen their stash of reserve cash. In any case, I'd taken a train to London proper, walked straight into an orphanage and announced that I was an orphan, and spent a harrowing week talking to government workers about my non-existence in the census.
Apparently, the Dursleys hadn't even registered that I existed to the government, since they wanted to do their best to pretend that I didn't exist until they absolutely had to. They didn't even take the time or effort to get registered for government money for taking in an orphan, the disgusting lackwits.
Regardless, the workers at the orphanage, despite being somewhat overworked and a little more strict than absolutely necessary at times, were decent people, and I'd gotten along with them just fine. Especially since I was ”a very studious, quiet boy,” and whenever people took the time to consider my grades or look at the books I was going through to keep from getting too bored, they wondered at my genius. After all, when a child not even ten years old is studying through advanced post-calculus material from the local library when his nose isn't in some book of fiction or other, well…
It's not like you would expect that a child of that age to actually be someone that has completed university studies before.
My strong d_e_s_i_r_e to be hidden may have manifested itself through my magic in my anxious escape from the Dursleys, because my apparent genius didn't get much remarked upon except when I was directly being considered for advancing through schooling and such. Nobody I'd met had really looked at me like they actually acknowledged my existence, which was rather lonely, but I had books. Wonderful, wonderful books. More importantly, I hadn't seen hide nor hair of any of the magical people that ought to have been looking for me after my vanishing act.
In any case, I thank the orphanage worker for the letter, and put down my book to open it up.
The letter contains exactly what I expect, signed by Minerva McGonagall as the deputy headmistress and as I read it, I briefly feel something from the letter before the sensation passes. Nothing happens, so assuming that it may have been some kind of magic that confirms that the intended recipient has read their letter, I return to my book, doing my best to try to flip pages with my mind while moving my hand close to the page as if I'm using my hands.
Like Tom Riddle before me, I'd figured out how to do small things by just wanting them hard enough and gesturing. Lighting candles, minor telekinesis, and other such cantrips. They're fun and interesting, and I continue to marvel at how they break physics every day.
Regardless, with no way to actually do anything or get the stuff from the shopping list that Hogwarts sent me, I return to my books and spend the rest of the day between fiction and nonfiction.
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It's the morning of the very next day after I'd read my letter from Hogwarts when I hear a loud crack from outside the orphanage. Considering that the sound of people messing up the manual transmission of their vehicles is a common sound, I don't really pay much attention to it until the orphanage's matron walks in my open door with a visitor.
I look up from the book I'm reading on my bed and blink at them. ”Good morning, ma'am.”
The matron wrinkles her nose at me, but doesn't find anything to complain about, considering that I'm both dressed and on top of the sheets. ”Good morning, Harry. This is miss McGonagall, and she said that you ought to have received a letter offering you a place in a rather prestigious boarding school. It seems you've been noticed, boy. I'm happy for you.”
”Thank you, ma'am,” I reply politely as I put my book down and sit up.
”I'm certain you'll tell me if there's anything I need to know,” she says with a wink. ”Such as if you'll be accepting their invitation.”
”Of course,” I smile.
”You're such a good boy, unlike some of those miscreants,” she smiles back. Then she frowns. ”Now, I'd best be making sure they aren't making a nuisance of themselves. Just call if there's any trouble, Harry.”
”I will.”
She nods at me and walks back out of my small room. McGonagall, for her part, was looking at me rather intensely with a furrowed brow, but as the matron leaves, her look softens. ”Hello, Harry. Have you read the letter you ought to have received from Hogwarts?”
”I have,” I answer with a nod. ”Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Is the name a play on words, regarding sleight of hand, or are you talking genuine magic? Considering the reading list, it's either a great prank, or the latter…?”
Mcgonagall nods. ”I can assure you that we teach genuine magic to our students.” At my lack of reaction, she tilts her head slightly. ”Would you care for a demonstration?”
”Yes, please!” I can't help but grin.
”Very well,” She replies, pulling out a wand from a fold in her robes. A gesture and mutter has the door closing by itself, and then she transforms the lamp in the room into a teacup. She then makes the few things I have in here dance about in the air, before returning them back whence they came and restoring the lamp. To top it all off, she transforms into a cat that has light rims around her eyes, before leaping back off of my bed and changing back. Minerva looks at me, still not smiling, but looking like she enjoyed it. ”Are you convinced?”
I clap. ”Yes, I am! I'd managed to make small things move just by wanting it hard enough, but that was great!” I pause. ”...Do you sometimes turn into a cat like that to have people pet you?”
The old lady chokes, then gives me a stern look. ”I most certainly do not.”
”Oh, okay.”
”Ahem,” She clears her throat, looking a little guilty for a moment. ”In any case, you're a young wizard, and as such, you'll need to go to Hogwarts to learn magic. Have you had strange things happen around you?”
”Ever since I ran away, people have had trouble actually really noticing me,” I reply after a moment.
”Hm?” Her eyebrows rise, and then she peers at me. A moment later, she murmurs something and waves her wand in my direction. ”Oh. No wonder you seem so unremarkable. Finite.”
The air shimmers around me, and then Mcgonagall suddenly sucks in a breath. A moment later, she's muttering something to herself about Dumbledore. Then she shakes her head and returns her attention back to me, schooling her expression. ”Much better. Now then, do you think you'll like to be joining us at Hogwarts, Harry? Your parents both attended, I'll have you know.”
”Very much. Did you know them?” I agree, then ask. After all, it's the only real way for me to get into the magical world and actually learn magic without getting sniped by one of Voldemort's minions.
”Excellent. I did know them: James and Lily Potter. A fine witch and wizard, they were. It's a shame that they're no longer with us,” Mcgonagall frowns sadly, then cracks a smile for the first time. ”Now then, did you read the list of school supplies that came with your letter?”
”I did, and I still have it,” I reach over to the small nightstand next to my table and grab the folded paper.
”I see,” she says, then turns to gesture towards the door. ”As you want to join us at Hogwarts, I'll take you to get your school supplies, and don't worry about needing money to buy them.”
I scoot off of the bed, put my book down, and follow her out of the room and the orphanage. Outside, she pulls out her wand again, casts something on us, and then offers me a hand. ”Please, mister Potter, take my hand and hold tight.”
I do so, carefully, and then, with a muffled crack and my stomach feeling like it's going to upend itself, we find ourselves on a twisting, turning street, filled with all kinds of magical shops. As my stomach settles and nobody bothers looking our way, I brush my bangs down to the right to hide the lightning-bolt scar on my forehead, and prepare to follow the deputy headmistress around what is quite obviously…
Diagon Alley.
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The deputy headmistress keeps things on track, and we go through the goblin bank and several stores at a near-breakneck pace. Even Ollivander, who attempted to be dramatic, was cowed into compliance by the no-nonsense woman.
Thus, the only time we actually manage to slow down is when I absolutely insist on stopping our whirlwind shopping trip in the book store. So many of the books are interesting that I have to look at them all and try to get them. The professor offers very good advice on which books are useful and which won't be, but I want them all.
Eventually, we compromise with the entire Hogwarts course, as well as some additions on wand motions, magic theory, and transfiguration and potions, since I'd shown quite a lot of interest in them when she was explaining the school and classes earlier in the day.
It's with a massive pile of floating books that we return to the front counter. Upon turning the last corner in the many large bookshelves of the store to the path down to the counter, I bump into a grinning girl with brown hair, and we catch ourselves, keeping the books in our arms safe.
”I'm sorry, I was hurrying around the corner-” I begin apologizing.
”No, no, we're getting so many books that my heads were in the clouds,” She says quickly. ”I can't wait to-”
”You too?” I ask, as a plump-looking woman with graying hair moves up beside her, with a large number of floating books next to her. Behind the lady, a brown-haired man and black-haired woman come to a halt.
”Now, now, you two,” She says. ”Quiet down a little. As long as both you and the books are fine, everything is quite all right, yes?”
Mcgonagall walks around the corner behind me, then notices the woman. ”Ah, Pomona. How has the shopping been going for miss…?”
”Granger,” the girl introduces herself, and I realize that this is Hermione. ”Hermione Granger.”
”A p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e to meet you, Hermione,” Mcgonagall says, then she nods to the parents hovering behind Pomona. ”Mrs and Mr Granger, a p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e to meet you, but we have quite the haul of books to purchase for my young charge here.”
”Ah,” Pomona hums in agreement. ”Hermione here couldn't help but want every book in the store.”