Boy and the Begining

April second week, Cadiz, Spain, Harry 9yrs old…

Harry had spent another few months exploring Spain, trying to learn the language, which was made easier by Mari's Gift once he was able to figure out how to focus on the slight echo of the actual words he should be hearing without the gift translating it all for him into his brain, much like how he was able to understand how he was talking to snakes when he took a moment to really concentrate while doing it and once that was done, he was able to pick up some of the more popular dialects much more quickly.

By the time the second week of April had come, Harry had decided to move onto another setting.

He decided to visit the Canary Islands before crossing on into Africa, the next major continent on his list, and happened to be closest to the island chain. He had decided on the Canary Islands mainly because he had never visited an island chain before and because the Canary Islands had a flag with a coat of arms that featured what he suspected were wiener dogs, which was rather unique in Harry's opinion. Any place that had wiener dogs on their flag had to be interesting.

This, of course, called for another book, and Harry was lucky enough to find exactly what he was looking for in a small library in Cadiz.

From what he had read in a brief blurb in another book, the Islands had their own original myths and legends both old and adopted from later colonization from other countries, and while his experiences with some of Spain's myths, legends, mentioned and not mentioned; he had still learned, and even gained from those encounters, such as his Omnilingualism, and the Happy Feet curse.

This time around though, Harry wasn't going to simply fly across, remembering his experience crossing the English Channel.

While the weather reports did say it was going to be clear skies, he still didn't completely trust it, not liking the looks of the clouds in the distance.

There was also a lot more air traffic then what he was used to, even during the night time, so he decided to try the novel route of actually paying for his way, using his small earnings from his artwork, on a ferry boat that offered passage from Cadiz to Madeira, another smaller group of islands, then Isla de Algrandza, the first of the Canary Islands he would explore.

Luckily, he'd taken the precaution of saving his rarely needed euros so he had enough for the trip, and the grizzled ferry operator who was managing the fairy merely thought that Harry was one of the numerous children that surrounded a woman directly in front of him, so his parentless journey was not questioned.

The trip was long, but Harry didn't mind. He sipped a bottle of water and ate a fish sandwich that he had lifted from an inattentive passenger and settled into a bench and took in the view before taking out his book and opened it to read the chapter about Isla de Algrandza.

"…Algrandza is an island in the Atlantic Ocean, located off the coast of Africa and is in the province of Las Palmas in the Canary Islands, Spain. It is the northernmost point in the Canary Islands, and part of the Chinijo Archipelago. The island is part of the municipality of Teguise on Lanzarote…" (1).

So he would be traveling south east then, judging by the position of the boat, or at least a meandering south-easterly anyway, he nodded to himself, continuing to read.

"…The Island features a volcano with a crater of about 1.1 km in diameter…" (1).

Harry had never seen a volcano before, though he had read about them, and they always looked so cool in the pictures, perhaps he would check it out.

"…the island is part of the Chinijo Archipelago Natural Park (Parque Natural del Archipiélago Chinijo).There are no inhabitants on the island…" (1).

Oh, well, he hadn't known that, but it would make it all the easier for him to practice his magic without worry about potential witnesses.

Harry knew his chance to disembark would come when the ferry slowed enough, taking a lazy route around the island for the tourists to get their kicks before moving onto its next stop at one of the actual populated islands.

Sure enough when the time came, while they oo'ed and ahh'ed over the scene and its numerous seabirds, Harry slipped over the side while everyone was distracted and hovered in a blind spot near the bow of the ship before flitting off when he was sure it was safe to do so, enjoying the salt water spray of the ocean on his face.

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The volcano, which he viewed from a safe distance just in case it was still active, was impressive, but after he took his fill he soon grew bored, making only a brief flyby of the only building on the island, a light house that was also some national monument before finding a small cave amongst the scraggly flora to make camp.

He had gathered enough food and water to last him for a while, so he knew that he should be fine in that quarter before he would be forced to move on to more populated pastures, though by then he was sure he would have accomplished what he had set out to do.

He could admit that he had been neglecting exploring his abilities, and knew that he needed to further his development by experimenting with some of the things from the long list that he had been compiling of things he had read about in books and comics to see if they were hidden nods to Abonormals such as him. He also wanted to see if he could fine tune his pre-existing abilities and this setting gave him the perfect safe zone to practice.

He set to work.

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Algrandza, Day 3…

During his ventures through his home country, Harry came across a book called "The Wizard of Oz" and then got a chance to watch an old 1939 film version in a retro theatre catered to the golden oldies of yesteryear.

One of the powers displayed within the fiction was that of a large full bodied bubble that carried Glinda, good witch of the South (or north if it's the movie) around the country side.

Harry had discarded it at first, since he could already fly just fine, but Harry had come across a few comic books while in France and Spain that depicted a hero calling up a force to surround them in a bubble that could actually provide not only a means of travel, but solid protection from weapons, enemies and elements, or stories of the far future where entire fleets of spaceships were protected by these round energy orbs. Harry believed the sheltering qualities found in things like force fields would be useful for long crosses without worries about the environment.

He'd spent the next few days finding every reference he could, listing down the possible things he could do with it before he began to trying the practical approach.

Harry found that concentrating on just imagining himself riding in a bubble didn't work. Nor did simply wanting it to happen and already accepting its existence worked, though it seemed to stir his magic into wanting to do something, so will had to be part of it somehow, but seemed unable to form to the right configuration of the demand or belief.

Harry was frustrated, but was determined to give it his all.

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Day 7

It was, like most of his magical discoveries with magic, relitivley easy by the time he struggled and strained to figure out what he needed to do to achieve a new magical goal.

While Harry was taking a break from his latest failed attempt, he'd decided to do a bit if laundry in a nearby rushing river. While going through his cloths, he'd found a tiny hanger, and was suddenly reminded of Dudley using one to create giant bubbles when they were 6, Harry looking on in envy from where he was being taught to weed the garden.

Remembering that incident, he took the hanger, returned to regular size, and concentrated, knowing that he wanted to make a bubble and that but doing the actions necessary, he could create one.

Now that his magic seemed to have a direction, Harry felt an odd bubbly (if one excuses the term) sensation that filled the hand holding the hanger.

He gave it an experimental wave and was delighted by the sight of a rainbow translucent bubble appearing out of nothingness before separating from the hanger and floating off lazily towards the sea where it eventually popped when it was hit by a wave.

Harry soon began experimenting with various ring-shaped objects, and found that if he willed it, he could adjust the size and even colour of the bubble. He had gotten so good at this particular aspect of his ability that he created his own sparkly rainbow bubble fireworks one evening for his own amusement.

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Day 13…

When he felt confident enough to actually create bubbles, he began to experiment in creating solid bubbles.

The density manipulation of the bubbles required a similar mental state as he'd developed with learning sizing, with the determination to "do or do not" Yoda technique (2) from his lifting. He'd had the added challenge though of being able to believe that not only was the bubble's surface density as solid as, say, a rock, he'd have the added challenge of warping his thought processes enough to make himself believe that rocks had the same weightlessness as a regular bubble, which understandabley took a bit of time.

The hard part came in getting objects that it would hold inside without compromising the bubbles seamless surface. He found that creating a bubble without some sort of ring to act as the bubble wand, didn't work, but after careful consideration and observing how the bubbles formed on the hoop, he realized the space where the air was punched inwards to form the bubble, left an opening by which an object could go though.

He experimented with leaves at first, then fish, using his lifting to hover a jury rigged bubble wand, and then push the object through as the bubble formed. He got particularly good with this part to the point where he could now hold not only a fish, but the water it swam in as well.

When it came to human trial, or rather, self-trial, he reached another stumbling block.

By enlarging the hanger and manipulating the hoop around his body by lifting it over his head and then flying up through the hoop as the bubble was forming, he was able to successfully form his first body bubble. The problem arose in that he found that the bubble was only as useful as the air inside the enclosure lasted.

That wouldn't do.

It took him less time to figure out that he could imagine the surface of the bubble to be hard but also have the capability to generate breathable air during the bubbles formation process, so by the end, Harry's body bubble required a great deal of concentration to form and maintain at first, and he'd had a few mishaps, particularly when he was experimenting with it in the ocean, but he learned and he perfected.

Other than the massive  concentration, the only other drawback was the need for something big enough to act as a bubble wand, but that was hardly a problem for Harry. All in all, he was proud of his accomplishments and took his body bubbles for more and more jaunts just under the surface of the water.

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Day 25

By this point into his stay, his food supplies were starting to get short, even with the edition of the fish he caught, he knew that it was nearing time to go. As he packed up his camp and shrunk his bird house, he thought about some of the other things he had accomplished during his stay:

He had gone on to perfecting his ability to create fire by using some of the applications he had learned with his bubble making, and had learned to create shapes out of the flames, and to concentrate the fire around objects without burning or potentially suffocating them.

He'd also worked on directing his lifting ability on larger and larger boulders into increasingly more intricate aerial dances and felt confident, and somewhat disturbed, that there might be a day where he could make things the size of buildings dance.

He also practiced his own aerial maneuvers in the skies which he thoroughly enjoyed, and often made a game of chasing the local bird life for kicks and a challenge. By the time he had to leave, he caught the birds more or less all the time, having recently figured out how to add speed to the endeavor.

After he packed up camp, Harry enlarged one of his hangers, creating a body bubble, and directed it with his lifting while hovering comfortably in the center, cross-legged towards the ocean, pointing it in the direction of his next stop.