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“Normal speech”
‘thoughts’
“Animal speech”
‘mind speech’
“Foreign speech”
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It had been 8 months since ‘the unblocking’, as Godric liked to refer to it. It had been a hard couple of months, but they had managed. One of the benefits being a mind master since age 4. Harry had developed a routine of sorts, during the day he would lock the incoming golem memories away and at night his mind would processes them whilst he was sleeping. Not that waking up with new memories wasn’t weird, but it was better than falling over where he stood because ‘Uncle Vernom’ (The Whale) decided it was time for a beating.
Over that time, harry also developed his familiar bond with the 2 phoenixes. As well as his hyphis abilities. Adding up to being able to turn invisible in human form, he now could ‘puff out’, sort of like apparating, but the wards didn’t work on him, and his skin also deflected most if not all spells.
His magic also had increased immensely, he had had to reign in his powers even more than before, lest he overpowered some runes or a potion ingredient, causing things to explode.
Today was his birthday, it was the day he would become 7 and start his Active magical training. Needless to say, he was excited. At six o’ clock he practically bounced to the Great Hall from his sleeping quarters down in the dungeons, whom where connected to both his parents common rooms. Just before entering the Great Hall he cautiously made sure that the door wasn’t trapped, as it sometimes had been over the years. When he spotted a runic array that would turn him completely pink he laughed, tweaked the runes a bit and puffed to the other side of the door.
“hey, no fair!” came Godric’s voice
“Well, uncle Ric,” came an amused answer, “To be fair, it is rather dumb to try and prank a runes master using runes”
“He speaks the truth, Godric” said Rowena, who had a baby Helena in her lap
“how is the little Hell-monster?” Harry asked
“Just fine, trouble maker,” came the tired but proud mother’s answer, “sleep depravingly fine, some would say”
Whilst harry was cooing and making faces at the giggling baby, the last of the founders walked in.
“Morning, Snakelet, a happy birthday to you” just as Salazar said that, he passed the trapped doorpost and promptly turned pink, Helga, who saw what happened to her husband wisely sought out the runic array and disabled it before passing. Harry, Godric and Rowena where all laughing loudly at the sullen look on Salazar’s pink face.
“So this is why you didn’t just disable them, good on you little bird” Godric said
“I made them even better, the colour will last at least a week and will change if you ask it to,” Harry explained, “For example, Turn purple please”
The laughing started anew as Salazar’s now purple face shot a betrayed look at his son. Godric kept changing his colour so the face of betrayal was ineffective.
Then harry suddenly shushed his godfather and said, “Rainbow, activate” witch caused his father to keep changing colours.
“No presents for you” Salazar said
“But, dad-” a now begging harry pleaded
“Nope, if you don’t take this colour scheme of, no presents it is”
“Argh, fine” harry said as he drew a couple of runes on the table, “this should do it”
and when he activated them, Salazar turned normal coloured.
The rest of his birthday breakfast was spent opening gifts and eating, a lot. At midday, the group left for the wand maker’s workshop. Ollivander’s was the best in Britain so that was where they went.
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“Well met, young one” someone or something said, shaking harry out of his thoughts. His parents had said that he had to enter the shop alone, that it was some kind of tradition, so he did. In his pockets he had a feather of his two familiars and one of his own. Both avian had said that he would need it.
“Well met, Mr. Ollivander” he responded, as it was him that had spoken
“I shall assume that you are here to buy a new wand, am I correct?”
“you are sir” harry answered
“I feel three cores in the right-hand pocket of you robes” Ollivander said, peering sharply at him over his glasses.
“both my familiars gave me a feather,” Harry explained, taking the three feathers out of his pockets, “they also said you would need one of my own feathers, I am a hyphis shifter, you see”
Ollivander gave a sharp nod, perhaps even sharper than his piercing eyes, and took the feathers of him. “you will need a custom wand” he said, suddenly exited. He then proceeded to herd him to a room in the back of his workshop.
“tell me what woods feel more comfortable than others” he said
harry held out his hand over the different woods displayed there, in the end he chose 3 woods, yew, holly and a black wood he didn’t know the name of.
Ollivander seemed to get more and more exited as he directed him over to another cabinet “yew, holly and unknown, I found that branch on my doorstep one day, I really have no idea what it is”
harry then watched in awe as Ollivander twisted and turned the woods, weaving them around his cores and melding them together.
“yew, holly, unknown, hyphis-, dorphis- and cerbris feather, 13 and a quarter inches, unyielding, interesting. Well, heir Slytherin do enjoy the wand.”
“what do I owe you?”
“Nothing, dear boy, you gave me a chance to work with a hyphis feather, that is payment enough”
“would you like another chance?” Harry asked, transforming
“Well… I suppose I do” And with that, Ollivander carefully took 1 feather and laid it on his desk, “Now, go make trouble”
Harry puffed out in a cloud of mist and wouldn’t come back until over a thousand years, not knowing that Garrick Ollivander was a Wood-elf, who would still be alive then.