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"I'm- I'm a what?"
"A wizard; a male with the ability to use magic- not that it's something that open ended in reality."
Harry couldn't believe his ears, magic wasn't real. Uncle Vernon always told him that, but… Mr Evans owns a library, maybe he knows more than Uncle Vernon?
"You don't believe him," Mrs Evans commented, drawing Harry's attention, "that's fine, it's not something commonly believed by non-magicals, or mundane, as Rei and I call them."
"Of course, mundanes are capable of magic too, just not the same as wixen- that's the collective gender neutral term for witches and wizards."
"How do people without magic use it then?"
From the way Mr Evans' face lit up, Harry was pretty sure he was about to give a lecture on the topic, not that he minded, it would probably prove whether or not Mr Evans was lying or not.
"Well that's the common misconception among wixen, that if you're not wixen, you have no magic, when actually, all living beings have magic, just different levels of it. Magic is a part of what keeps things alive, it's in the air we breathe, the blood in our veins, the fibres of wood, the ground itself. Some cultures have referred to it as chakra, the flow of energy in our body, but you get the idea. When it comes to mundanes, we simply only have enough to be alive, not nearly enough to actually use it like wixen do. So for mundanes to use magic, we have to use what I call glyphs to control the magic around us, it's unfortunately limited to basic elements: light, fire, ice, plants. It's simply a matter of figuring out how to enter the right input to create more specific things."
Mr Evans took this moment to take out a square piece of paper and drawing on it as he spoke. Once he was done, he showed Harry the image, it was a circle with a large diamond with a line down the centre, sat on another line across the bottom of the circle. Across the diamond is a curved line and sometimes a smaller diamond is included at the bottom. Mr Evans then reached out and tapped the circle with his pen. Harry watched as the circle glowed blue before a small pillar of ice formed from the drawing.
"That is the ice glyph, when used alone, will only make ice, outside of activation, it's not really controllable. However," Mr Evans got another piece of paper and began to draw again, "when you draw two in a combination like this…"
He revealed the paper to show a larger circle with one ice glyph at the top, and one at the bottom, before tapping it with his pen. This time, instead of a pillar, a sculpture of what looked like a round owl with a… leaf bowtie? Harry had no idea what this creature was, but he was definitely surprised that it wasn't just a pillar.
"This combination creates an ice sculpture based of the caster's will. Now that's not to say you can't combine other glyphs with one another, but it can all get very complicated and I'm worried about an information overload as it stands."
Harry was willing to concede that point, there was a lot he was learning about today. Though he was happy to know that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon and Dudley didn't know about glyphs; Mr Evans had mentioned a glyph for fire, and he didn't want to be on the receiving end of that.
"So, moving on," Mrs Evans began, "as I'm sure you now realise: yes, magic is real, and you are a wizard, just like I'm a witch, though I don't exactly use magic like most magicals in the world."
"How's that, Mrs Evans?"
"None of that, call me Akari. In summary, most magicals use a wand to perform spells, whereas I do not. Normally, magicals avoid using wandless magic because they view it as a difficult to learn spell. However, where I'm from, while magicals exist, they aren't referred to as such, nor do they use wands, they are also much rarer. Where I'm from, wixen are referred to as 'Aura Guardians'."
"Normally, your family would get a notification that you're a wizard and they would be introduced to at least the basics of the magical world, unfortunately, there's a few problems with that; second-generation wixen, or those with both a magical and mundane among their parents and grandparents are overlooked due to an expected existing knowledge in the parents. This means that children like you, who have mundane relatives and magical parents, or grandparents get overlooked, even when you're raised by those mundane relatives."
"Wait- My parents were magic?"
"Most likely, my first guess would probably be one or both of them were first-generation and were unfortunately killed during Voldy's war."
"My aunt and uncle said they were drunks that died in a car crash."
The amount of offense in Mr and Mrs Evans' expression was almost amusing- if it didn't have to do with something Harry had said, this made him shrink in on himself a little. Mr Evans let out an annoyed sigh.
"The car crash part is probably the mundane excuse so that no one had to try and convince the police that magic was real. Though the drunk part simply can't be real, no self-respecting witch or wizard would let themselves become alcoholic, it messes with their use of magic."
Harry supposed that made sense, but if that were true, why were Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon so mean about it? Why would they say that about his parents? Why did-
"The point is," Mrs Evans- Akari began sharply, drawing Harry out of his thoughts, "you should've known about magic growing up, but since you're what's generally referred to in the magical world as a 'muggle-raised half-blood' which is to say mundane-raised second-generation with relatives that seem to despise magic based on what we've heard, you didn't. When magical children- like you- turn 11, you receive an invitation to a school to learn about magic, called 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'. Right now, we're worried that your relatives won't be very accepting of this fact. Even without that, neither of us are able to stand by while children are abused, which is why we're offering for you to stay with us."
Harry was stunned to silence. This was… a lot. He decided to go through everything in his head once more. Magic was real; he was a wizard, meaning he could use magic; but he doesn't actually need his own magic to be able to use it; glyphs are super cool; his parents were also probably magic; they didn't die in a car crash; Mr and Mrs Evans were willing to look after him; they were certain he wouldn't be a burden of any kind like he was for Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. He found there was only one real answer to their offer.
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The small mirror glowed with magic on the desk, Narcissa looked up from her book, knowing there was only two people who could call her mirror, and they lived together. With a sigh, she reached out and picked the mirror up before answering.
"Hey, Cissy!" greeted the excited voice of Rei Evans.
"Hello Rei, how are you?"
"Good, good. Listen… your kid is about eight… right?"
Narcissa's suspicion rose tenfold, why would Rei want to know Draco's age? He doesn't have any- Motherfucker.
"…You adopted a kid… didn't you?"
She watched with vindictive amusement as Rei's face pinched, buckets of sweat began to pour from his face, and he stuttered his way through some kind of pathetic explanation that didn't actually let her know anything about the situation.
"Just give me the basics, idiot."
Rei let out a tired sigh, something pretty unnatural on his normally gleeful face.
"The kid ran into the library to hide from what I can only assume are bullies; I gave him some food cause he was way too small to be healthy; he called himself a freak- apparently that's what his guardians refer to his magic as, so the idea has been deeply enforced; I introduced him to the ice glyph; and now Akari and I have plans to adopt Harry and destroy his current guardians in every way the law- both magical and mundane- allows."
Narcissa froze at the name, sure it was normal for magical children being born recently to be named Harry since all the light purebloods wanted to get in on the Boy-Who-Lived hype, but Rei wanted Draco because he was presumably the same age as the Harry he's referring to. Narcissa could feel the headache coming. She could also see the pr nightmare this was going to be for Dumbledore. Though it was confusing as to why Rei couldn't recognise his probably-nephew, from what Narcissa had heard, Harry Potter supposedly looked exactly like James Potter, except with the eyes of Lily Potter Née Evans.
"Rei… you wouldn't happen to know Harry's surname… would you?"
"Potter, why?"
Narcissa and Rei's expression both portrayed complete confusion, but for different reasons.
"That's your nephew, Rei- Lily and James' son."
Narcissa began to worry about Rei's mind, even though he's a lord, mugg- mundanes didn't exactly have many rights in the eyes of the Wizengamot. Memory charms weren't illegal and in fact encouraged against mundanes. Could someone have removed Rei's memories of his nephew? If so, why? And why was he still sent to Petunia Evans?
"What are you talking about? The only nephew I have is Petunia's son. Lily- though I know she wanted them- didn't have any kids before bitch-mort killed her. I think I… would…"
Understanding dawned on Rei's face as he came to the same realisation as her.
"… Holy shit… someone fucked with my memories. I… I don't remember my own nephew."