Chapter 6
“-arrison, Lord Harrison! Up you get now. Up! Up!” Calanon said as he shook Harry.
“Noooo, I dun wunna, Five mur minus.” Harry groaned, his words slurred with sleep as he rolled over hiding under his blanket. “Fine if you want to be stubborn Calanon will be stubborn too.” Calanon shoved Harry out of bed. “Lord Draco is coming over for a playdate and Calanon is not dealing with this foolishness today. Calanon does not care how much Lord Draco scares you! Your clothes are on the couch, Calanon expects to see you downstairs in the next thirty minutes or he will take away today's week's magazine.” Harry shot up and ran to the couch. “Calanon thought so.” CRACK.
“Oh no! Oh no! Thirty minutes!? How in the world am I supposed to get ready at that time!? I have to shower, dress, brush my teeth, pick a cologne, and somehow do my hair in that little time.” Harry shouted as he ran to the bathroom stumbling over his pajama bottoms. He sped through the shower nearly spilling his new set of very expensive black tea and oak milk soaps, while simultaneously brushing his teeth. The second he fished showering he darted towards the sink dripping water everywhere and attempted to tame his hair, as always the stupid white strands refused to cooperate. He scanned over his large collection of cologne and perfumes. With a sigh went for his favorite, Dark Eau De Parfum; a chocolaty, spicy, and woody scent that compliments his Magic’s natural coffee, old parchment and candle smoke scent.
All living things magic has a natural scent, some stronger than others. This Harry is very aware of, most humans can smell it. Even muggles and squibs have a little bit of magic though its scent is not as strong as a witch or wizard. Harry however, could smell all magic. Regardless of if it’s living or not. Because of this he was rather adept with it and even managed to cast a Lumos on Severus’ wand. Severus seemed very proud of this.
Harry could feel magic too. The way it shifts and pulses in waves. Like magic themself if breathing. He knew for certain this was something no one else could do. He had searched the Thestral library top to bottom in the few weeks he had lived there and found absolutely nothing on feeling magic.
He noticed that magic seemed to be split two ways. Light magic; he was rarer and more aggressive, he seemed more judgmental towards others. Then there is Dark magic; she was Harry’s preference, anytime he touched an item imbued with dark magic (like the old walls of Thestral Cathedral) Harry felt at home. She was accepting and loving, she was not as judgmental as Light magic. Of course there was gray magic too, a mix of light and dark but he wouldn’t count that as its own category.
Harry stepped into his fireplace and tossed a handful of flue powder. “THESTRAL WAITING ROOM.” He called, the familiar warm feeling of the magic licking at Harry following quickly after.
Harry found it amusing, though not at all surprising, that the Cathedral had a waiting room. It made sense considering how large it was but it was amusing nonetheless.
Harry stepped into the waiting room. There were benches set up in a similar fashion to a church and many Large Stag heads decorating the wall like a trophy room. Most likely to intimidate people as they entered the cathedral for a ball or a fancy dinner. Above was a fierce looking Swedish Short-Snout. Unlike the Hungarian Horn-tail it looked like it was circling some prey, the prey being anyone who dared to step foot in this room.
CRACK. “Ah! Master Harrison is being on time. Calanon is very proud. He is not taking away young masters magazines. They is being on Masters’ bed. Lord Draco has arrived, take him to your room until dinner.” Calanon said before aparating away, most likely to the kitchens to make dinner.
Harry cautiously approached the door, his hand trembling slightly. Draco made him nervous; he was undeniably pretty and his magic had a lot of potential. It felt charged and cool. The second Harry opened the door it washed over him, the petrichor, apple, ink, and citrus smell. Draco chose a fruity, sweet and slightly vanilla perfume. It paired well with his magic.
‘Welcome Lord Draco, I hope your travels were well. I understand Thestral Cathedral is very far from your Manor.” Harry greeted in a well practiced manner (severus had him practice greetings and as much pureblood etiquette as he could before Draco came.), offering his hand to Draco. “Oh, it was fine. Mother enjoyed leaving the manor for once and I quite enjoyed the scenery on the way here. As you know we couldn’t portkey here considering the wards prevent it.” Draco shook his hand firmly while stepping in.
Harry nodded in understanding, taking Draco's arm in his to lead him to the floo. Pureblood children almost never leave their homes until they turn eleven.
“Erm… These are some very impressive trophies… Your… Castel? Is very beautiful.” Draco mumbled as he stared fearfully at the stuffed Dragon. “That is quite a beautiful Swedish Short-snout. I have never seen one in person before but I read a lot on dragons. Fascinating creatures reptiles are. Is it real? Stuffed dragons are so expensive and rare that even father would struggle to get one.” He no longer sounded frightened and seemed more in awe.
“Yes, actually it is real. We have a couple of them. There is a Hungarian horn-tail in the ballroom and a Chinese fire-ball in the library.” Harry practically dragged Draco towards the fireplace. “HARRISONS BEDROOM!” He shouted.