Alone

            Sitting in Charms with his friend in the soft cradle of his pullover was anything, but comfortable because his classmates were glaring daggers at him constantly, they only stopped whenever Professor Flitwick turned towards them. Harry wasn’t afraid of them, oh no he was angry enough to attack at the slightest provocation. He had hated being pushed around by everyone whenever they pleased. It had always rubbed him the wrong way ever since he was a young child, but now he had a means to change things and he would do just that. The class went through without disruption because the others didn’t want to anger another teacher. It had been bad enough that McGonagall had given them punishment and deducted points. They never before had to be afraid of their teachers’ ire when it came to bullying except with the Potions Master. He was a no bullying type of man. He was the only one who would have their heads if he caught them in the act. He couldn’t do anything if he had only heard about it, but didn’t see it himself for he didn’t have proof then and seeing how only the Slkytherins would tell him about their bullies they were safe from him.

            Harry had never had someone to stand up for him in a situation when he was being bullied. His greatest bully had been his cousin Dudley, who had never been deterred by his parents or his teachers when it came to hurting the black haired boy for his aunt and uncle had hated him and spread lies about him making people think he’s a delinquent, who should be punished for his very existence. He had always prayed to have someone, who loved him and saves him. Now he had someone more than one person actually, but both of them had their hands tied. Lupin couldn’t help him because he’s a werewolf and the Ministry wouldn’t give custody of any child just because he’s branded as a dark creature, Sirius in a normal situation would have been able to take custody if he had not been an ex-convict on the run because of a conspiracy. Harry had been suspecting that Dumbledore had his hands in both of them, but without proof he couldn’t do anything. As he thought about the men he was reminded that he should write Sirius another letter and send one to Lupin too.

            He had been so deep in thought that he hadn’t realized they had been at work for minutes now until his Professor put a goblet in front of him on the desk. “And now we’re going to fill these goblets with water. Everyone had learned the spell pronunciation and wand movements so now I want you to practice it and do not worry those goblets had been charmed so they can hold the same amount of water you would use to fill a big pool. Begin!” exclaimed the cheery Professor.

            Harry looked at the goblet for a second or two before raising his wand. He wanted to get done with this assignment so he could lay back. “Aguamenti.” intoned the green eyed boy. Then to his shock his goblet filled up with water to the brim in a matter of seconds after that it began to spill over rapidly so he had to jump out of his seat to avoid getting his clothes soaked.

            Filius Flitwick had seen many things throughout his years of teaching, but even he had never seen something like this happening to anyone during this assignment. As soon as he realized something happened back there he made his way there to see a goblet so overfilled with water that the desk and chairs in the close range vicinity had gotten flooded and the nearby students were standing around the desks. Raising his wand he sent a wordless Finite to the goblet. The water didn’t stop coming just slowed down so he sent the spell again and this time around it had done its job. After the water was stopped he waved his wand around and dried everything up. “You can go back to work now.” said the Professor as he began to walk back to his desk. “Oh and Mister Potter please stay behind after class is done.”

            “Yes Professor.”

            The rest of the class went by without any kind of trouble and Harry reclining against the back of his chair as the others worked on the goblet filling. After Charms had ended and the others left the Gryffindor walked down to his teacher. “Take a seat Mr Potter.” said the teacher pointing towards an empty chair in front of his desk.

            “What did you want to talk to me about Professor?” asked the boy once he claimed the chair.

            “I wanted to ask you something Mr Potter.” answered the tiny teacher truthfully. “What I saw today was shocking to me and a little disconcerting… well to tell you the truth it is highly disconcerting. You see an accident like that cannot happen to most people.” here the teacher stopped to look at the boy more carefully. He saw the boy’s shoulders sag with failure so he quickly began to explain what he meant. “You see what happened to you today is not your fault, it is ours. Because today you used your magic the same way you did ever since you came to Hogwarts. The difference between now and before is that you had tapped into untrained, undisciplined magic which you possessed since birth, but haven’t used for some reason.”

            The green eyed boy looked at the teacher in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

            “Then let me explain.” smiled the Charms Professor. “But first, can I take a look at your magic?” Upon the questioning look on the teen’s face he elaborated. “It will be a short brush from my own magic so I could get a feel on the situation at hand. It will allow us to make the right decisions and precautions.”

            “Just a brush?”

            “Just a brush.” nodded the adult.

            “Alright.”

            After the fourteen year old gave the green light for him the tiny Professor raised his wand, aimed at the boy then with a non-verbal spell began his search. He guided his magic to only brush the boy’s magic to not aggravate it. What he felt made his breath hitch. The Gryffindor had been only using twenty percent of his magic and that too was acting like it had been moving between restrictions and it could stretch out though this part still did all that in a disciplined manner and without lashing out, but the other eighty percent was a different story altogether. It had never been trained so it was wild, nasty and …. coming at him right now!

            Flitwick yanked his magic back to himself quickly forming a shield between himself and the enraged magic. It had been a good idea to do so for the magic gave a warning lash at him which broke his shield into tiny pieces.

            Once the man was sure the magic had calmed down he climbed out from behind his desk where he took cover. He looked at the boy, who sat there calmly with no sign of his errant magic having done anything. The teacher gulped in fear because it meant that the boy had no trouble using it and it did not hurt him when his magic acted on its own. It meant that he was basically a walking weapon… well at least his magic is right now.

            “Mr Potter I will ask you to not use your magic for a while for it could result in a disaster. I will write a message for your Professors and I want you to give it to them. They will leave you alone. But I want you to promise me that under no circumstances will you step into the Potions labs!” Harry looked at the teacher. He felt his magic swirl in him restlessly and quiet differently than it did before, but he couldn’t understand what this was all about. He looked at his teacher expectantly without giving a consent. The professor sighed deeply before explaining the situation at hand to the teen. “Mr Potter the reason why I ask you not to use your magic is because most of it is untrained and undisciplined. In most cases it would be no trouble, but for some reason your magic is violent. Just moments ago when I looked at it I was attacked as a defence mechanism. If you were to use your magic right now… well no one can tell what would happen.”

            “What if I had no other choice but use it?” asked the teen without missing a beat.

            The former duelist looked at the boy deep in the eyes and saw a deep rooted wariness and hatred for others. No surprise his magic is violent if these are the emotions it is faced with. Normally errant magic like his isn’t so quick to attack, instead they are more curious than anything else. “You could easily kill someone.”

            The young wizard thought about all the people who hurt him throughout his short life and couldn’t find an ounce of remorse in himself at the thought of killing them. No one ever cared about what will happen with him so why should he care. “Then it will be their fault.” was the ominous sentence he said before leaving the classroom and a speechless professor behind.

            The Charms professor looked after the fourth year in fear. There had been a foreboding feeling in him since this morning now he knew why.

            The green eyed fourteen year old was making his way to his next class which was History of Magic. He was looking forward to sitting in the quite for long minutes without being disturbed or putting people in their place. He had been told so many times to know his place that he had learned what types of sentences are said before it. At first he had thought that the magical world be different than the muggle. Oh, how wrong he was. There was only one difference between them, in this world he’s a celebrity which makes them scrutinize his actions all the more deeply and use his words and perceived intentions as they saw fit. He has had enough of all the hypocrites telling him what to do then forcing him to do something else. He may not have said anything, but it does not mean he hadn’t realized it. He had, he just didn’t know what to do about it. All his life others made decisions for him and over him, but he has had enough. There will be no more Mr Nice guy. That ship had sailed. People always assumed he’s a forgiving person, but he isn’t forgiving just silently waiting for the time to strike like a snake in the grass waiting for the perfect moment to attack. His former friends will face the consequences of betraying him. He has really vicious thoughts and plans for them.

            The students sitting in History of Magic did not feel the brewing storm so they plotted their next step against the boy oblivious to the danger lurking around the corner.