Chapter 126 - My SI Stash #26 - F.u.c.k.i.n.g Magic by Ashali (Harry Potter)

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Chapter 0-2 (exceptional)

So we have yet another story thread. The premise is that I awakened as Harry Potter significantly before canon, and f.u.c.k.i.e.d right off from the Dursley family. Though, the story begins at the beginning of Hogwarts.

We're going to wave brightly at the stations of canon as the railroad tracks dive right off a cliff and the train starts to fly away, and Harry is a gigantic pervert that refuses to not take advantage of all the lewd opportunities that can be found in a boarding school full of magic.

Chapter 1

When the letter addressed from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry arrives in the mail, I'm happily reading a book at a table in the orphanage that's been taking care of me in London on my eleventh birthday. It's something of a surprise for several reasons, even though I'd been half expecting it to find its way to me.

When I'd awoken as Harry Potter in the home of the Dursley family at the ripe old age of six, I'd immediately endeavoured to get as far away from them as possible. They'd truly been a horrible family, being willing to withhold meals and go so far as to take "discipline" to just-about abusive levels, and after making a token effort to get them to act like responsible a.d.u.l.ts, I'd walked out. Considering that I'd never really been outside as a child, given the Dursleys' attempts to pretend that I didn't exist to their neighbors going rather well up to that point, my actual disappearance had gone unnoted, though I was certain they were absolutely furious that I'd stolen their stash of reserve cash. In any case, I'd taken a train to London proper, walked straight into an orphanage and announced that I was an orphan, and spent a harrowing week talking to government workers about my non-existence in the census.

Apparently, the Dursleys hadn't even registered that I existed to the government, since they wanted to do their best to pretend that I didn't exist until they absolutely had to. They didn't even take the time or effort to get registered for government money for taking in an orphan, the disgusting lackwits.

Regardless, the workers at the orphanage, despite being somewhat overworked and a little more strict than absolutely necessary at times, were decent people, and I'd gotten along with them just fine. Especially since I was "a very studious, quiet boy," and whenever people took the time to consider my grades or look at the books I was going through to keep from getting too bored, they wondered at my genius. After all, when a child not even ten years old is studying through advanced post-calculus material from the local library when his nose isn't in some book of fiction or other, well…

It's not like you would expect that a child of that age to actually be someone that has completed university studies before.

My strong desire to be hidden may have manifested itself through my magic in my anxious escape from the Dursleys, because my apparent genius didn't get much remarked upon except when I was directly being considered for advancing through schooling and such. Nobody I'd met had really looked at me like they actually acknowledged my existence, which was rather lonely, but I had books. Wonderful, wonderful books. More importantly, I hadn't seen hide nor hair of any of the magical people that ought to have been looking for me after my vanishing act.

In any case, I thank the orphanage worker for the letter, and put down my book to open it up.

The letter contains exactly what I expect, signed by Minerva McGonagall as the deputy headmistress and as I read it, I briefly feel something from the letter before the sensation passes. Nothing happens, so assuming that it may have been some kind of magic that confirms that the intended recipient has read their letter, I return to my book, doing my best to try to flip pages with my mind while moving my hand close to the page as if I'm using my hands.

Like Tom Riddle before me, I'd figured out how to do small things by just wanting them hard enough and gesturing. Lighting candles, minor telekinesis, and other such cantrips. They're fun and interesting, and I continue to marvel at how they break physics every day.

Regardless, with no way to actually do anything or get the stuff from the shopping list that Hogwarts sent me, I return to my books and spend the rest of the day between fiction and nonfiction.

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It's the morning of the very next day after I'd read my letter from Hogwarts when I hear a loud crack from outside the orphanage. Considering that the sound of people messing up the manual transmission of their vehicles is a common sound, I don't really pay much attention to it until the orphanage's matron walks in my open door with a visitor.

I look up from the book I'm reading on my bed and blink at them. "Good morning, ma'am."

The matron wrinkles her nose at me, but doesn't find anything to complain about, considering that I'm both dressed and on top of the sheets. "Good morning, Harry. This is miss McGonagall, and she said that you ought to have received a letter offering you a place in a rather prestigious boarding school. It seems you've been noticed, boy. I'm happy for you."

"Thank you, ma'am," I reply politely as I put my book down and sit up.

"I'm certain you'll tell me if there's anything I need to know," she says with a wink. "Such as if you'll be accepting their invitation."

"Of course," I smile.

"You're such a good boy, unlike some of those miscreants," she smiles back. Then she frowns. "Now, I'd best be making sure they aren't making a nuisance of themselves. Just call if there's any trouble, Harry."

"I will."

She nods at me and walks back out of my small room. McGonagall, for her part, was looking at me rather intensely with a furrowed brow, but as the matron leaves, her look softens. "Hello, Harry. Have you read the letter you ought to have received from Hogwarts?"

"I have," I answer with a nod. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Is the name a play on words, regarding sleight of hand, or are you talking genuine magic? Considering the reading list, it's either a great prank, or the latter…?"

Mcgonagall nods. "I can assure you that we teach genuine magic to our students." At my lack of reaction, she tilts her head slightly. "Would you care for a demonstration?"

"Yes, please!" I can't help but grin.

"Very well," She replies, pulling out a wand from a fold in her robes. A gesture and mutter has the door closing by itself, and then she transforms the lamp in the room into a teacup. She then makes the few things I have in here dance about in the air, before returning them back whence they came and restoring the lamp. To top it all off, she transforms into a cat that has light rims around her eyes, before leaping back off of my bed and changing back. Minerva looks at me, still not smiling, but looking like she enjoyed it. "Are you convinced?"

I clap. "Yes, I am! I'd managed to make small things move just by wanting it hard enough, but that was great!" I pause. "...Do you sometimes turn into a cat like that to have people pet you?"

The old lady chokes, then gives me a stern look. "I most certainly do not."

"Oh, okay."

"Ahem," She clears her throat, looking a little guilty for a moment. "In any case, you're a young wizard, and as such, you'll need to go to Hogwarts to learn magic. Have you had strange things happen around you?"

"Ever since I ran away, people have had trouble actually really noticing me," I reply after a moment.

"Hm?" Her eyebrows rise, and then she peers at me. A moment later, she murmurs something and waves her wand in my direction. "Oh. No wonder you seem so unremarkable. Finite."

The air shimmers around me, and then Mcgonagall suddenly sucks in a breath. A moment later, she's muttering something to herself about Dumbledore. Then she shakes her head and returns her attention back to me, schooling her expression. "Much better. Now then, do you think you'll like to be joining us at Hogwarts, Harry? Your parents both attended, I'll have you know."

"Very much. Did you know them?" I agree, then ask. After all, it's the only real way for me to get into the magical world and actually learn magic without getting sniped by one of Voldemort's minions.

"Excellent. I did know them: James and Lily Potter. A fine witch and wizard, they were. It's a shame that they're no longer with us," Mcgonagall frowns sadly, then cracks a smile for the first time. "Now then, did you read the list of school supplies that came with your letter?"

"I did, and I still have it," I reach over to the small nightstand next to my table and grab the folded paper.

"I see," she says, then turns to gesture towards the door. "As you want to join us at Hogwarts, I'll take you to get your school supplies, and don't worry about needing money to buy them."

I scoot off of the bed, put my book down, and follow her out of the room and the orphanage. Outside, she pulls out her wand again, casts something on us, and then offers me a hand. "Please, mister Potter, take my hand and hold tight."

I do so, carefully, and then, with a muffled crack and my stomach feeling like it's going to upend itself, we find ourselves on a twisting, turning street, filled with all kinds of magical shops. As my stomach settles and nobody bothers looking our way, I brush my bangs down to the right to hide the lightning-bolt scar on my forehead, and prepare to follow the deputy headmistress around what is quite obviously…

Diagon Alley.

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The deputy headmistress keeps things on track, and we go through the goblin bank and several stores at a near-breakneck pace. Even Ollivander, who attempted to be dramatic, was cowed into compliance by the no-nonsense woman.

Thus, the only time we actually manage to slow down is when I absolutely insist on stopping our whirlwind shopping trip in the book store. So many of the books are interesting that I have to look at them all and try to get them. The professor offers very good advice on which books are useful and which won't be, but I want them all.

Eventually, we compromise with the entire Hogwarts course, as well as some additions on wand motions, magic theory, and transfiguration and potions, since I'd shown quite a lot of interest in them when she was explaining the school and classes earlier in the day.

It's with a massive pile of floating books that we return to the front counter. Upon turning the last corner in the many large bookshelves of the store to the path down to the counter, I bump into a grinning girl with brown hair, and we catch ourselves, keeping the books in our arms safe.

"I'm sorry, I was hurrying around the corner-" I begin apologizing.

"No, no, we're getting so many books that my heads were in the clouds," She says quickly. "I can't wait to-"

"You too?" I ask, as a plump-looking woman with graying hair moves up beside her, with a large number of floating books next to her. Behind the lady, a brown-haired man and black-haired woman come to a halt.

"Now, now, you two," She says. "Quiet down a little. As long as both you and the books are fine, everything is quite all right, yes?"

Mcgonagall walks around the corner behind me, then notices the woman. "Ah, Pomona. How has the shopping been going for miss…?"

"Granger," the girl introduces herself, and I realize that this is Hermione. "Hermione Granger."

"A pleasure to meet you, Hermione," Mcgonagall says, then she nods to the parents hovering behind Pomona. "Mrs and Mr Granger, a pleasure to meet you, but we have quite the haul of books to purchase for my young charge here."

"Ah," Pomona hums in agreement. "Hermione here couldn't help but want every book in the store."

"Neither could young Harry," Mcgonagall sighs in commiseration with the other professor. Then, as Pomona sucks in a breath. "Nyup! Not a word, Pomona. For right now, young Harry Potter is just like any other muggleborn student, looking for his school supplies."

"Oh!" Pomona exhales with delight. "Of course, of course, dear Minerva. I'll still hope that he'll be sorted into my House, of course."

Underneath the chatter of the professors, I lean over towards Hermione. "You love books too, huh?"

"Yes!" Hermione exclaims in a whisper back.

"When school starts, do you want to study together?" I ask.

Hermione beams at me. "Absolutely!"

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Her dad butts in.

"Oh, he was just asking if we wanted to study together once school starts!" Hermione answers him brightly.

I nod, smiling, and the man glowers at me until his wife pats his arm. "Now, now, dear, they're hardly old enough for the boy to mean that sort of studying. Anyway, we appear to be taking up the entire path between the back and front of the store, so..."

Oh, you poor, poor woman. I mean that sort of studying too, if I can swing it. I don't intend on dying a v.i.r.g.i.n again, damn it! And with things like ageing potions, I don't need to wait!

"Hmph," Hermione's dad grunts, but his look softens.

We start shuffling down towards the counter, but I can't help but grin at Hermione. "I'm going to read all of the year one books cover to cover before the semester starts."

"Me too," Hermione says, then she narrows her eyes at me. "Bet I'll learn more magic than you by then."

"You're on," I answer her, then we both break out into giggling laughter.

"Calm down, children," Mcgonagall says. "You'll only be allowed to use magic at your homes, under the supervision of your parents." She nods at me. "In your case, Harry, in your room, where nobody can see, understand?"

"No need to be so strict on the children, Minerva, even if it is rules," Pomona says, then she leans towards us and whispers. "Just don't let any muggles-- non-magical people-- that aren't your family, see you use magic, and everything will be fine. I recommend starting with the repairing spell, reparo, so you can fix any minor mistakes."

We continue chatting until we reach the counter, and talk until our purchases are complete and we have to part ways.

Oh, I'm so looking forward to this month before the Hogwarts school semester begins!

Chapter 2

With one last glance at King's Cross station, I wade through the concrete barrier between platforms nine and ten, and emerge with a slightly icy sensation onto platform nine and three quarters. Despite coming a bit early, the platform is packed with parents and children, and dozens of cats and owls are wandering about.

Without gawking too much, I step around a crowd of students and work my way over to the train. I catch sight of the curly, frizzy hair of what appears to be Hermione lifting a trunk into the train, and I hasten my steps. We'd shared a letter or two about our magical studies over the past month, including things like reading about 'The Boy Who Lived' in books like A Modern Magical History, and I've been looking forward to seeing her again. As I near, I raise my voice over the crowd. "Hermione!"

The girl pauses, then peeks back around the edge of the train and grins at me. "Harry!"

I reach her, and pull my wheeled space-expanded trunk inside, lifting it over the lip with a grunt of effort.

"Have you already got a compartment?" I ask.

"No, but we're rather early, aren't we?" She replies. "It shouldn't be too hard to get one to ourselves, I'd say."

"Mmhm," I agree, and we start walking down the hall with our trunks.

The first door we come across is cracked open because someone didn't latch it properly, and after Hermione peeks inside, she eeps and rears back.

"What's wrong?" I ask, leaning over.

"N-nothing, this one's taken," She swiftly answers, then starts hauling off down the hallway.

I follow after her for a step… then my curiosity overcomes me and I peek inside… only to see an older girl giving head to a guy.

Nice.

I rap on the edge of the door a few times. They glance up after a few seconds, see me through the crack in the door, and I clear my throat. "Not to embarrass you, but you may want to latch the door properly."

It's not a lock, but I assume that they could make it actually lock with magic if they thought about it before they started doing anything. Heh.

Then, before they can do anything, I walk off with my trunk after Hermione at a swift pace to catch up. She's waiting in the doorway to the cabin two doors down, and I smile at her flushed face as she steps inside. Hermione scowls as I close and latch our cabin door.

"The-the nerve of those two," Hermione scowls as I stow my trunk under one of the seats. "To be doing something like, like that in broad daylight, where anyone could see!"

I can't help but chuckle a little as I take the seat across from her. "I can't blame them for enjoying themselves," I say, and then swiftly continue before Hermione can reply with whatever embarrassed outrage she wants to reply with. "But I can blame them for not making sure their door was shut."

Hermione stares at me, closes her mouth with a clack, and then glowers for a moment at the wall.

I try not to huff another laugh, and Hermione glares at me for a moment before exhaling and turning back to smiling. "So Harry, do you think we'll be good enough to pass all our classes? I mean, I've memorized all the books already, and I've got a few spells working, but..."

This time, I do laugh, and I quickly raise my hands in supplication at Hermione as she gives me a frown. "We'll be fine, Hermione! We've already got a few spells to work, right? That's more than most of the first-years will have done. We'll be the top of the class, easy."

She reaches up to nervously twirl at her hair. "But we're not from the magical world, they must be so far ahead of us. I can just imagine that we'll have so much to catch up on."

I lean to the side, putting my elbow on the window of the room as I think. After a moment, I answer her. "Did other kids study as hard as you, or even me, when we were in 'muggle' school?"

"I…" Hermione pauses. "No, but this is magic."

"To them, it's normal," I sigh. "And more importantly, it's school."

"But they've had magic all their lives," She retorts. "They probably know a lot more about using it, I'd say."

"We'll see," I shrug. "But I doubt it. Anyways, what spells did you manage to get working over the summer, Hermione? You didn't say much about what you did and used it for in your letters."

Though I hadn't told her in my letters that Mcgonagall had returned to the orphanage a few days after we'd first met with Professor Flitwick to ward the orphanage. I'd been surprised that Dumbledore himself hadn't come, but… Maybe the man was beating himself up after 'losing' me when I ran away, perhaps? From what I recalled, he was that sort of person. Eh, details.

"Oh," Hermione brightens. "I got Lumos working, of course. It's far easier on the eyes than reading by lamplight, did you know? And my parents were quite happy once I started figuring out how to fix things with the repairing spell."

"I managed to fix my glasses," I say with tap at the rims. "It was a little crooked, before. It's an incredible spell."

"Isn't it?" Hermione giggles. "Mum and dad got a bit angry when I was trying out the fire-making spell, so I've been reading about bluebell flames. Haven't quite got it working, yet."

"I read about it, but haven't tried it," I admit. "I've been working on the various telekinesis spells, like the levitation and hover charms… and locking and unlocking spells."

"Oh!" Hermione gasps, then pulls out her wand. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine!"

I pause, then give her a lidded look. "Phrasing."

Hermione freezes in place for a moment, then turns bright red as I stand and move across the cabin, pulling out my own wand as I sit next to her. She then bops my shoulder twice. "I didn't mean it like that, you, you-"

"If we're going to be friends," I sniff, raising my nose in the air mock-pridefully. "You'll have to get used to innuendo and perversion."

Hermione stares at me for a moment, and I chuckle. Then she elbows me. "Shall we show each other… our spells, Harry?"

"Of course, of course," I chuckle again.

"Hmph," She scowls, then raises her wand towards the empty side of the room and takes a breath. "Incendio."

A jet of flame shoots out of her wand, but she controls it, and the spray of flames shrinks before it can set anything alight. She waves the flame spray around a little, then extinguishes it and turns to me. "Your turn."

"Yes, my mistress Hermione," I hiss, earning another swat for my troubles. Grinning, I turn to the door and make the sharp, nearly square gestures of the locking spell. "Colloportus."

The door shuts a little tighter, and the latch locks in place. I stand up and give it a few tugs, my efforts doing nothing more than rattling it on its hinges. With a short bow, I return to my seat next to Hermione, who then uses a variation on Lumos to create a ray of light. After several minutes of showing off to one another, the two of us spend the rest of the train ride practicing the motions of spells and talking about magic… interspersed with the occasional innuendo I slip into the conversation, and instead of getting involved with any of the other students.

Hermione gets used to the innuendo… eventually.

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