VIII
“Normal speech”
“All-speech”
‘thoughts’
“Animal speech”
‘mind speech’
“Foreign speech”
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With a loud groan alexander stood up from where he was once again thrown off of the duelling podium, it had been a long year since the sorting and Harry and Alex had become fast friends. They were now attending duelling class, taught by Godric and Harry, as usual, was whipping ass.
“ow! Harry!” Alex exclaimed, “was that stinging hex really necessary?”
“Nope” Harry agreed cheerfully “but you shouldn’t have let your guard down just because I flung you off of the platform.”
“I am never going to be your duelling partner again” Alex grumbled
“But Alex… no one else will partner with me!” harry whined
“then you shouldn’t have scared them with you disappearing act” Alex pointed out, “besides, if you partner with professor Gryffindor, you’ll actually learn something”
“I just turned invisible, what’s so scary about that?”
“the fact that you disarmed us all with one spell afterwards could have something to do with it”
“that was just redirection of raw magic!” harry said
“the fact that you think of that as less impressive scares me” Alex said with a shudder
Harry huffed and turned away, “Uncle Ric! Alex doesn’t want to duel with me anymore”
“Do you want to go against me?” Godric asked
“Sure, any rules?”
“No killing, maiming, permanent damage or shifting powers, that’s it”
With that, harry and Godric started duelling, flinging spells at each other. Harry was completely lost in the duel and didn’t notice how the rest of class stopped practising to start watching. He ducked and jumped out of the way of spells, knowing that his godfather was better than him. As they traded spells, the other students watched in awe seeing the eight-year-old defend himself and holdup against their teacher. Just then, Godric sent an overpowered fire spell at harry and the class watched with a horrified fascination as the red flames washed over him, the fire promptly took the shape of a dragon and flew back at Godric, who drenched the flames with water. Coloured lights started flashing once more as, suddenly, Godric took out his sword and started attacking melee. In react, harry took out his swords, casting spells wandlessly.
This show went on for hours, melee to range, at some points throwing knifes became involved and after an hour the other founders and the rest of the school came searching for them, not having shown up for lunch. About two hours in, harry had Godric cornered behind a magical shield and struck, “SCUTUM PERDERE” he cast his first verbal spell, bringing his hand down in a diagonal line. The shield just shattered and he quickly disarmed, stunned and bound his godfather. As he heavily breathed he was startled at the applause that rung trough the courtyard.
“congratulations, Snakelet!” his father cheered, together with the students and his mother
“yes, Harry dear, good job,” Rowena agreed, “Now, would you mind releasing my husband?”
When Godric was released, he to congratulated him, “good job, little bird, what spell was that by the way?”
“oh, one of my own, the… Shield, Shied-Shattering Charm, lets call it” he decided
“what does it do?” his godfather asked curiously
“it shatters shields…”he deadpanned, Godric gave him a look
“it disrupts a magical barrier by hitting against it with a certain frequency, forgive me if I do not release said frequency, and then shattering it, almost all magical barriers have the same structure you see. You can proof your shield by changing the spell slightly, not that I didn’t make sure that my charm crosses a lot of frequencies” harry explained
“Ingenuous” Rowena said, “so it doesn’t destroy anything else than magical shields? do you think you could cast it nonverbally?”
“I can try” was his answer, “dad, could you put up a shield?”
“sure, Protego” he incanted clearly and a translucent blue shield flickered into existence
‘Scutum Perdere’ Harry thought really hard, once again bringing down his wand in a diagonal line, the shield shattered
“god, that feels weird” Salazar said, grimacing
“doesn’t it just?” Godric agreed
“How so?” Helga wanted to know
“your magic doesn’t directly realize the shield is gone and keeps pouring magic into it for a second of two after” Godric explained, Salazar made noise of agreement
“Let’s head inside for lunch” Rowena decided, “we can discuss your charm later”
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It had been a week since that duel and the students still where speaking of it, absolutely everyone was both terrified of him and wanted to be his friend. Alex thought it was “Hilarious!”… he was the only one. Another thing that happened was the fact that, after the letters had left the school, his father had been flooded with betrothal contracts, which would have been fine if harry was from this time, but he wasn’t. So, his father had to politely say no to the lot of them. This got him thinking about the fact that, in about 3 years’ time, it was possible that he return to the future at any given moment. Also about the memories of beatings that got worse every week, the chores, a lot of things really. The only good thing about the memories was that he now had considerable cooking skills.
As he was pondering this, his father’s basilisk Patronus slid into the room, “Harry, could you please come to the forest, your godfather thought it was a good idea to wake a sleeping dragon” was the message, carried trough in his father’s voice
In react, harry shot up and jumped out of the window, transforming mid-fall, and flew to the forest, his two familiars following. He soon heard rather than saw the problem, an earth quaking roar shook the whole grounds. As he flew towards what seemed to be a male Ukrainian Ironbelly, he listened to what the dragon was singing, soon he discovered that his wing had been damaged during flight and he had crashed there. “leave me alone!” it sung, “my wing has been damaged, I will leave as soon as possible”
He quickly flew over and transformed “great Dancer,” Harry sung, “calm down, the others do not sing. We will leave you alone, or we can maybe help you heal”
“little singer!” the dragon sung in delight, “the little longnose did say there was a new one”
“do you nest in Gringotts?”
“yes, little singer, I was out hunting when my wing got damaged” the dragon spoke, “what is it with the one who sings off tune?”
Harry laughed when he realized that the dragon was speaking of his father, “he is speaking parseltongue, the snake’s language”
“pity that, another singer would have been nice” the dragon pouted
“do you want to be healed by human magic, or do you want to heal yourself?” harry asked again
“you can heal me, hatchling” the dragon decided
“episkey” harry cast, putting a lot of power in it, with the wing healed, the dragon wasted no time flying of, not before passing a melodious “thanks” of course
“do not, ever, tickle a sleeping dragon” he heard his dad admonish Godric, and to make sure he never forgot, they made it the school moto.