Accidental Magic
If he was being honest, Harry would say that he had no idea what was going on.
He was just running from Dudley and his mate’s Harry Hunting games, and then he wasn’t. Instead, Harry was in a big, loud city, with skyscrapers and everything. People were pushing past him without a care in the world, but then again, who would care about the small eight year old kid wandering around aimlessly?
Harry frowned. This city was nowhere near Privet Drive, that’s for sure. How did he get here?
Harry tried to think of the recent events. Dudley and his gang had finally caught him in an alleyway. Harry had been cowering in the shadows, trying to make his body as small as possible for the beating that was coming.
Except it didn’t, and he was in a huge city now.
He had been thinking about how much he wanted to leave, go, get AWAY-
And then he was gone.
His breath suddenly quickened. Harry felt the edge of panic arise. How had he gotten here? Wasn’t he just running away from his cousin and his friends? How had this happened?
The crowd in the streets pushed past him vigorously, not even saying sorry as they bumped into him repeatedly. It was like he was invisible as they strolled past in briskly, repeatedly running their knees and elbows into him.
Harry got pushed forward, farther into the large city. There was a certain smell to this place, neither appealing nor revolting. A perfect mix of good and bad, except it wasn’t really all good because how in the world is he here?
He wanted to scream out of pure frustration.
A man with an odd gleam in his eyes called out to him suddenly, “Ay, kid, watcha doin’ in a place like this? Ain’t cha got parents someplace ‘round ‘ere?”
The mystery man stood up from the grubby floor and walked towards him. His footsteps were nearly silent, and as he walked closer, Harry could smell something vile about this man. He stunk so bad his Aunt Petunia would pass out in disgust.
Harry studied the man closer. He was quite a lanky fellow, with torn, dirty clothes that would never be in a mile radius of Privet Drive. The man had the most ordinary looks ever, except he had dirt all over him. Brown greasy hair, brown eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
There was a sort of aura around this man, like all other people, except it was different This felt more alive, more warm than the others. It made Harry immediately trust this stranger, even though Aunt Petunia always talked to his cousin about never trusting strangers.
The man was silent for awhile, just standing there. With a start, Harry realized he was waiting for a response.
“Uh, my parents are dead,” he said sadly. “They died in a car crash when I was one. I got this here scar from it.” Harry moved his bangs to the side in order to show this random man the lightning bolt shaped scar.
As the scar came into site, the man’s eyes widened drastically. “You wouldn’t hope to be ‘arry Potter, ay?” He asked.
Harry’s eyes widened as well. “How did you know my name?” He demanded, no longer trusting this man quite as much as before.
The man frowned. “Ye tellin’ me ya don’t know about yerself? Ya don’t know about the wizards n stuff?”
“Look, man, if you’re trying to prank me, it’s not working. Now if you excuse me-“
A hand on his shoulder stopped Harry from walking off. “‘m not kiddin’, ‘arry Potter. Yer a famous wizard in our world. Come with me, ‘nd I’ll explain everythin’.”
Reluctantly, Harry followed the dirty man as they walked with the flow of the people. They eventually got to a break in the crowd, and they stepped out into a mini garden. A shack was there, dangerously close to toppling down.
The man led him inside with no fear. As they stepped inside, the dirty man took out a polished, thin stick and waved it at himself, saying, “Scourgify.”
The dirt on the man’s clothes and body instantly vanished, leaving behind pristine, clean robes and skin behind. Harry’s eyes widened.
“My name’s Jayden, by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the man, Jayden, smiled at him kindly, without the weird way of speaking. Harry gave a hesitant smile in return.
Jayden spoke again, “As you can see, magic is indeed real. And you, Harry, are perhaps one of the most famous wizards of all time.”
Harry gaped at the man. Surely he was joking, right? Just a prank?
A tiny voice in his head whispered, then how did you get into the city? How did the dirt vanish, if it wasn’t magic?
“I can assure you, Harry, that this is no prank. Your parents were magical as well. So was your grandpa, and your great aunt, and your great great great great great grandfather-“
“How did you know what I was thinking? Can you read my mind?” Harry questioned, pointing an accusing finger at Jayden.
The man looked thoughtful for a second. “Well, I can’t, but there are some wizards that theoretically could break into your mind- gotta add that to your training list, of course-“ Jayden broke off and started looking around the musky shack.
Finally, Jayden pulled out some sort of weird, yellowish paper, and a quill like the ones used in old plays. He scribbled down some letters before smiling triumphantly.
“Here,” Jayden said, handing the strange paper over. “I made this a few years back, just in case I stumbled upon an extraordinary wizard such as yourself. Feel free to take a look.”
Jayden had made a list of things Harry didn’t even know were possible. It stated as follows:
1. Control of accidental magic
2. Wandless magic
3. Wordless magic
4. Muggles
5. Basic knowledge of wizard customs & families
6. Rights of werewolves, house elves, centaurs, and fairies
7. Apparition
8. Heritage
9. Herbs
10. Respect of all wizards, witches, muggles, and other species
11. Knowledge of the magic, history, and customs
12. Etiquette
13. Pickpocketing, robbery, and disguises
14. Legilimency
15. Occlemency
“I won’t expect you to get everything down, especially Apparition, Legilimency, and Occlumency until you’re years older than you are now.” Jayden stated.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. This all seemed way to complicated for him. And robbery? What the crap? Why would he want to learn that?
“So, Harry, how did you get here?” Jayden asked politely. “It’s not everyday you see the savior of the wizard into world strolling through London.”
Harry’s eyes widened. London? How did he get to London?
“Uh, well, I don’t exactly know,” he admitted. “I was just running from a few bullies, and suddenly I was just in London.”
“Bullies?” Jayden frowned dangerously. “Who would bully the boy-who-lived?”
“My cousin and his friends, sir,” Harry answered nervously. “They’ve tormented me since my parents died in the car crash.”
Jayden stiffened suddenly. “CAR CRASH?” he exploded. “Lily and James Potter did not die in such muggle ways. They died to Lord Voldemort.”
“Who’s Lord Voldemort?” Harry asked.
“Oh my God,” Jayden moaned, distressed. “Who *raised* you? This is absurd. Imagine the only kid who survived the killing curse not knowing a thing about it.”
“How do you know?” Harry snapped. He instantly froze. Oh, this was not good. Not good at all. He was going to get punched, wasn’t he? And then this man would take him right back to Petunia and Vernon and Dudley and then he would be shoved in the cupboard and not getting a single crump for a week.
“How do I know?” Jayden echoed quietly. “Did you forget everything I told you already? You’re famous, Harry Potter, and for good reason.”
“But what am I famous for?”
Jayden chuckled. “Okay, so there’s any evil wizard in the world right now. He’s called Lord Voldemort. People don’t like to say his name, so they call him the Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or You-Know-Who. Your parents were special menaces to the Dark Lord, so he went to your house to kill your lot. They were in hiding, of course, under a charm called the Fidelius Charm, which hides the address and name of a place to all but one person. In this case, it was Sirius Black.
“Black betrayed your parents and gave the location of your home to Voldemort. He went to the house on the Halloween of 1981, and killed both of your parents. He tried to kill you, too, but your mother had sacrificed herself out of pure love for you and it awakened ancient magic that saved you and made the curse rebound and hit Voldemort. He is presumed dead at the moment,” Jayden finished.
“I killed a dark lord when I was a one year old?” Harry questioned in awe.
Jayden was amused. “Yes, now go to sleep in that bed over there. We have a lot to do tomorrow. I’ll answer more questions tomorrow.”