Chapter 28
“We-” Draco splutters, “We didn’t shag,”
Harry makes eyecontact with Draco and he somehow manages to go even redder.
Ron nods at them, “Nice.”
“We didn’t shag,” Draco repeats dejectedly.
“I told you we had makeout hair, but no…” Harry trails off at the murderous glance Draco aims at him.
Hermione walks out a few moments later with Rose balanced on her hip. When her eyes land on Harry they well up with tears and she passes Rose to Ron, pulling both Draco and Harry into a tight hug.
“Oh, Harry I’m so glad you’re okay, Dracos been a mess all week,” She says through tears.
Draco pats her back awkwardly and shoots Ron a help me look over her head, but Harry smiles down at her, “Sorry mione’,”
She pulls away and slaps him in the shoulder, “Don’t ever do that again,”
Harry rubs his shoulder, “No promises.”
Draco shoves past him a bit, “He woke up speaking a language that doesn’t sound like anything I’ve ever heard”
“Really, it doesn’t sound like anything?” Hermione leans in.
“Harry speak,”
“I’m not your dog,” Harry says in the language of magic with a raised eyebrow.
“Maybe it’s like parseltongue?” Hermione suggests.
“He says he learned it when he was in that coma,” Draco says eagerly.
“You could just ask me about it y’know?” Harry interrupts, “It’s called the language of magic,”
“Does it do anything?” Hermiones asks, looking at him like a particularly fascinating specimen.
“I don’t know, I’ve only been up for around fifteen minutes,”
“Try casting a spell.” Draco suggests handing Harry his own wand, Harry must’ve forgotten his.
It was strange. Wands are connected to their owners, usually it feels wrong to even hold someone elses wand, but really, it didn’t feel out of place in Harrys palm at all. It felt kind of ordinary. More like holding a stick then holding an object of magical importance.
Harry shifts the weight of the wand around his hand for a moment before casting a patronus. Harry barely had finished the incantation when a brilliant light bursts from his wand, not unlike the one he had experience while unconscious. The light was so bright that he could barely make out the gentle outline of Prongs.
Harry waves it away and the room is silent apart from Roses crying in the corner. Harry can’t help but agree with the sentiment.
“It’s so bright,” Hermione says with awe.
“It is,” Harry says shakily.
Draco rushes to his side, “Do you feel drained? Fatigued? Faint?”
“No, just a little shaken,” Harry replies handing Draco his wand back.
Hermione summons a notepad and a brio and scribbles something down before passing Harry her own wand, “Try with mine, maybe its just Draco’s.”
“Why would it just be mine?” Draco asks, putting his wand back in his holster.
“Obviously you’ve never heard of the scientific method.” When Draco asks what she means by that she deigns not to elaborate and presses her wand into Harrys hands.
Hermione’s wand doesn’t feel any different then Draco’s wand, just like an insignificant piece of wood. Harry shrugs and this time casts a simple Wingardium Leviosa on an empty bottle of Rose’s formula discarded in the corner. The bottle shoots directly up into the ceiling, creating a deep divot in the process.
Hermione writes something down, “Try casting in the language.”
“Can I do it wandless?” Harry asks.
He doesn’t feel like the wands were doing anything. Usually a wand would help a wizard direct the magic towards a specific goal and keep it contained, but the wand still felt like a piece of wood. Harry felt like he was forcing the magic to flow through the wand rather then letting it flow naturally.
“No that would mess with the data, afterwards though.” Hermione says.
Harry whispers a nox in the language of magic, or the equivalent of it. He focus on keeping the spell inside of the room they’re currently in, having no desire in causing an outage throughout Hogwarts but a feeling that if he didn’t really focus on it then it wouldn’t matter what he wanted. Within an instant the room is like a void. It was almost as if light had never existed in the first place.
Harry hears Ron cast a lumos, but no light is visible “Mate… its a bit dark...”
Harry wracks his brain for a counter spell, but Nox is a counter spell. What Harry did already shouldn’t be possible with such a small spell but here he is. He tosses the wand away and casts a lumos. He spreads it across the room trying to mimic natural light.
He feels like he did a pretty good job. Some of the shadows are a little sharp, like a cheap video game. Some are a little too dark, looking like it would swallow you if you stepped into them.
Hermione looks around with visible awe written across her face, “What spell was that?”
“Nox?” Harry asks, forgetting for a moment he had said it in the language of magic.
“And the second one?” Draco asks sliding his foot into one of the darker shadows, it disappears instantly and he pulls his foot back sharply.
“Lumos, but heavily modified.” Harry was more sure about this one at least.
Hermione leans down and picks up her discarded wand, “Is there a reason you threw my wand.”
“It didn’t feel precise enough” Harry asks looking at his palms which were glowing dimly still.
“And wandless magic did?” Draco asks.
“Your wands feel…” He breaks off trying to describe it, “Off.”
Hermione furiously scribbles something down until there’s a knock at the door accompanied by a “Auror Weasley, I don’t understand what you were saying about aguamenti earlier this week and-”
When Ron opens the door Harry catches a glimpse of Nigel Selwyn. And Mr. Selwyn catches a glimpse of him.
His jaw drops and he runs out of the room muttering “I’m gonna tell Edison.”