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“Normal speech”
“All-speech”
‘thoughts’
“Animal speech”
‘mind speech’
“Foreign speech”
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With a sigh, Harry inelegantly flopped down on his bed in the Bones Manor, “No Suzan, I am not asking Auntie Amelia to duel.” He said with a groan.
“you literally obliterated 5 dummies which where programmed on Auror level,” Suzan Bones, a young witch with brown hair, said, “even auntie has trouble with just 2 of them.” She dropped down next to him
“you told me you had put them on beginner level!” Harry accused
“You told me you couldn’t duel!” she shot right back
“and so you put them on the highest level?”
“no, I gradually increased them” Suzan said.
“Okay!!!” Harry shouted, “fine, I’ll duel Auntie, now happy?”
“yes” Suzan said smugly
They had been at this for quite some time, ever since Harry beat the aforementioned dummies, Suzan apparently had a dislike for her aunt’s duelling skills and wanted to see her defeated, if you asked, it was because she was ‘a meany’ when it came to duelling. “Auntie comes home in half an hour,” Suzan said, “Want to practice some more?”
“Sure,” harry said, that was another habit harry had gotten into since he came to bones manor 3 days ago, he now called Amelia, ‘Auntie’, just like Suzan.
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“So you want to duel?” Amelia asked, just as she had gotten home, “I could do with a duel, I am quite stiff from sitting behind a desk all day long.”
“okay, come” and with that, Suzan happily sped off toward the duelling room.
“who is it I am duelling? Suzan, you or both?” Amelia asked as she and harry walked on a much more patient pace
“me” harry admitted, “I’m pretty good”
a loud snort sounded from the room they had just entered, “pretty good, he says”
“any rules?” harry asked, completely ignoring Suzan.
“no killing, no maiming and no illegal spells” Amelia answered
“what’s illegal and what not?”
“just stick to the light side of the spectrum” the older witch said, “Suzan, will you count us in?”
“3… 2… 1… Aaand… GO!” she shouted, only for harry to promptly turn invisible, he then puffed out and appeared just behind Amelia, pressing his want to her neck
“I think I won…” harry said, fading back into view. Suzan just blinked owlishly at him, as did Amelia. “again?” he proposed, “I’ll refrain form using my shifter powers from now”
“umm… yeah, hadn’t thought of that,” Amelia admitted
Suzan counted them in again, this time, harry opened with a very fast and deathly combo: first, he forced his opponent to hide behind a shield by shooting a barrage of stunners, then he cast a quick silent scutum perdere to get rid of the shield, followed closely by a body binder. This caused Amelia to be knocked down and the duel was ended, again.
“What was that spell?” Amelia asked from her awkward position on the floor, harry shot a quick counter form his hand
“that was a spell of my own creation, with an oath of silence, I am willing to teach you” he proposed
“later, perhaps” the witch answered, for some reason not at all surprised that he had created a spell, Suzan on the other hand, was
“wait, wait, wait, you created a spell?” she asked, completely shocked
“yeah, sure. It’s just a combination of arithmancy and runes… which reminds me, I have to write a letter” and with that, harry sped off to his room
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Dear Professor McGonagall,
A little birdy told me that cats have an aversion to divination, so it is with great pleasure that I can announce that I wish to change course.
Over summer I did a little reading and realized that both runes and arithmancy are very useful subjects and, now that I am a little more versed in the wizarding world, would like to take those two instead. Is that a possibility?
Sincerely yours,
Harry James Potter
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Professor McGonagall blinked back a few tears, the letter so reminded her of another potter that it almost hurt. ‘Oh well,’ she thought with bitter glee, ‘I’d better change some timetables, one student less for divination, oh, and perhaps the booklist would be handy.’
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Somewhere else, and a while later, another person got another letter, one that stated that she was to go to the leaky cauldron to meet someone, a few days from then.
Rita Skeeter curiously sought for whom had sent the letter, but couldn’t find anything, completely anonymous.