Chapter 313 - My SI Stash #13 - Demons in the Sky by Ishkariot [EXPUNGED] (HarryPotter)

-Hey! A SI Harry Potter fic that doesn't revolve around Harry Potter and the trio. I know I been the NSFW fics connoisseur but damn the author should tone it down a little bit with the smut/ Still a nice read tho~

Synopsis: A variant isekai story of a Harry Potter reader who somehow happened to be reborn in the actual world of Harry Potter. What path will Jimmy Wellford pick? Knowing that the dreaded dark lord will return to drown the world in terror once again. (SI) (OC Self-Insert) (some Lemons) (Pyromancer/Golemancer magics) (Protagonist with unique ability) (MC/OC/Fleur)

Rated: M

Words: 81K

Posted on: m.fanfiction.net/s/13567670/2/ (Ishkariot)

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Chapter 1-2

"… better be Gryffindor!"

Heh…

I smirked inwardly as I watched the little brat Harry Potter walking timidly towards the cheering crowd of the Gryffindor table. He was a really small midget and blushed fiercely what made him appear as if he was related to the Weasleys. Some of my fellow Ravenclaws were groaning over the prospect that we didn't get the famous savior of magical Britain, but their melancholy didnt last long. I shifted my focus to old man Dumbledore and saw the headmaster nodding to himself, very pleased with the sorting of Harry Potter.

Professor Snape, on the other hand, looked as if he bit a lemon while Quirrell's face was an emotionless block of stone. Anyway, ignoring the loud muttering around me, I let my mind drift around, thinking of my first two years at Hogwarts. They were quite boring when I am honest to myself, which baffled me at first, but that wasn't a bad thing. On the contrary, I was a muggleborn, and I realized it pretty quickly that standing out was the best way to attract a lot of unwanted attention from some particular nasty pureblood brutes. Being reborn in the Harry Potter world sounded nice and exciting in the beginning… however, things weren't just magic and fun. People were still killing for greed and out of envy.

The first and worst negative was the amount of **** that was going on in Hogwarts – a damn school! Well, that doesn't mean that every girl was a potential victim here. My first ambition in my first year was to snatch the marauder's map for myself. That piece of magic was crucial for my survival with all the advantages it offered to me, and I didn't really care for anything else but to increase my advantage over my peers.

Back to the **** topic, the map showed me some pretty disturbing stuff at times. And it appears that there was a special tradition going on between the seventh year students. Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and even a couple of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff boys would prey upon defenseless muggleborn girls. They would force the girls into one of the countless unused classrooms to violate them as some kind of sick end-of-school event. The girls will find themselves in the hospital wing the next day, without any memories at all. There was a rumor of a special s.e.x-drug that was a mix of a l.u.s.t potion and liquid obliviate.

Additionally, I figured it pretty quickly that the Leader of Light, Albus Dumbledore, blatantly ignored what was going on in his glorious school - or at least, he didnt do anything to stop it. The rapists were never caught because nobody bothered to investigate more closely, and I never saw a single auror appear in Hogwarts. 'You can't remember what happened? Ok. Take this calming draught, sleep a couple of hours, and you will be better, my girl.' I wasn't really surprised when I overheard that the majority of the victims planned to leave magical Britain when they finished their education. I somewhat respected them for their decision to finish their OWLs or NEWTs, despite the fact that the savages that preyed upon them were still wandering through the ancient halls of the Hogwarts castle, not afraid in the slightest that their actions would have consequences for them.

That being said, life in Hogwarts was only moderately awesome for me personally. Well, I fully regained my memories from my past life, which made it hard to connect to other students of my physical age. On the other hand, while I was mentally around twenty when I was reborn, that didn't mean that I would mature during the time when I was stuck in the body of a toddler. On the contrary, I could tell that I mentally regressed to some degree during that period as I was forced to behave pretty much like a normal baby boy. Almost two years of shitting my pants influenced my mind a little bit, and it wasn't pleasant at all.

Anyway, the only other male besides me in my year was Roger Davies. He is a social chameleon, awfully vain, and an arrogant half-blood arse that liked to pretend that he is part of the purest of all pureblood boys of proper breeding. Still, he was luckily not as bad as some of the Slytherins.

There were six other Ravenclaws in my year, six girls to be more precise, three purebloods, a half-blood, and two muggleborns. They were all rather of the introverted sort, but I somehow ended up as the friend of one of the pureblood girls, Pamela Bancroft. She seemed to think of me as her personal toyboy – nothing serious, just some casual kissing and snogging when she had to let off some steam. She was drop-dead gorgeous and had a well-developed body for her age – magical folk tends to mature faster. Our relationship made Roger Davies act a bit antagonistic against me – not that I cared too much about it. He was all bark but no bite.

Being in the third year wasn't much of an achievement anyway, and nobody paid much attention to me at the moment. However, I was magically pretty powerful wizard as far as I can tell - for my age, at least. Professor Flitwick seemed to have noticed it as well. The fact that I had a mature mind from birth allowed me to train, cultivate, and manifest my magic a lot earlier than normal. Though, it didn't allow me to develop into a powerful prodigy for wandless magic and arcane arts - the only wandless magic I could do so far was the stinging hex and the summoning charm. My main benefit was that I ended up infusing and enhancing my body with ambient magic, and I even developed a mage sight that allowed me to see my own magic!

Greater strength, speed, fitness, higher regeneration, a superior eye-sight… these are the more obvious benefits of my magical meditation, as I called it. I wasn't sure if I managed to develop a new branch of magic, but I kept meditating every night for a couple of hours, forcing more of the environmental magic from around me into my body, making it a part of me in the process. There was nothing much to do in the first couple of years after I was reborn anyway. So I started to turn into a living black hole. It was hard to explain, but my body felt like a void that wanted to be filled at times… always hungry, always thirsting for more and more.

"Jim…"

Huh? – I broke out of my thoughts to see Pamela giving me a disapproving glare. She pulled me up from my seat, and I followed the rest of the group beside her with a dazed look on my face.

"…really, you should have paid more attention to what happens around you!" she scolded in a mock-attempt to mimic McGonagall. "The third flood is forbidden, and Headmaster Dumbledore made it clear once again that his advanced age is beginning to influence his mind. What is Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, and Tweak supposed to mean?!"

"He is an eccentric old man, that's what they do," I snorted with amus.e.m.e.nt.

The black-haired beauty smirked in response. Her violet eyes, fair skin, and pouty, red lips... oh, she was certainly getting more and more attractive, and I couldn't really suppress my pubescent urges now that she almost looked like a beautiful young woman. Well, I wasn't l.u.s.ting to have s.e.x with her as we were still a bit too young for that, but snogging her delicious pouty lips felt like paradise on earth.

Pamela's family was grey, and more inclined on the dark side, as she told me. They weren't bigoted like most purebloods and preferred people with magical power over dim-witted fools that weren't worth the air they breathed. She was also pretty pissed at Dumbledore because he canceled the dueling clubs last year, along with anything that allowed young magicals to develop in powerful wizards and witches. It seems that the old geezer turned Hogwarts into a personal training ground for his golden boy.

"What do you think about Harry Potter?" Pamela asked curiously as we made our way to our rooms. "He is so small, and thin… he looks a bit malnourished, too. I expected more, to be honest. His aura is that of a weak and feeble boy, and not of a confident fighter. How did he ever manage to defeat YouKnow-Who when he was still a baby?"

I nodded. "Indeed, but forget about everything you have read about the-boy-who-lived and observe the real one now that he is at Hogwarts," I replied with an air of mystery. "Famous people attract a lot of rumors that are either half-truths or outright lies. The real Harry Potter is maybe just another boy who wants to enjoy his childhood, play quidditch, and learn some fancy magic in order to impress pretty girls."

"I will keep that in mind," Pamela giggled before pulling my arm around her neck. "He is probably on a special diet. Professor Flitwick is small too, but as speedy as a squirrel. Nobody can say that his size is a handicap. Professor Flitwick is a former dueling champion!"

I couldn't help but chuckle, "Yeah, you are probably right."

Pamela was a dueling fanatic and only in the Ravenclaw house because she hoped to get some pointers from Professor Flitwick, who was the head of our house. Some people were fanatic about quidditch and brooms, and there was Pamela Bancroft, the dueling maniac. She was already participating in professional junior tournaments on the mainland during the winter and summer holidays.

...

We eventually ascended the Ravenclaw tower and shared some gossip and rumors with the rest of our year in the common room. Roger Davies glared at me the entire time when he saw how close Pamela was standing to me, but I just responded with an indifferent look that told him 'it's her choice, and she picked me over you' and ignored the guy for the rest of the time. However, there were no interesting news worth talking about. And I got a chaste peck on my cheek from the black-haired beauty before Pamela made her way to her room.

Ravenclaw was the only house that offered its members a personal room!

It was a huge blessing, really. The doofus of my year that was approaching me right now was the main reason I was grateful for that special benefit of my House.

Oof...

"You know that she is a pureblood, right?" Davies sneered after the rest of the girls left. He was almost a head smaller than myself since my magic enhanced my body what enhanced my growth. Beating him up was fairly easy... and very tempting at this moment.

"Yes, and she is a smart girl and knows what is best for her," I said with an amused smirk as f I was talking to a toddler. The doofus frowned after hearing my reply. "Good night, Mr. Davies…"

What a jerk...

I turned and walked away, showing him my back. It was the ultimate mockery that told him that I wasn't afraid of him and that he was a weakling. Assaulting me with a spell with Flitwick still being around was social suicide for him, so he couldn't do that. Roger Davies could only grit his teeth in frustration while I made my way to my room.

…

Entering my room, I spotted my super expensive trunk on my bed and opened it to grab four small four copper plates out of it. My mage sight allowed me to self-learn something kind of similar to enchanting, and I infused the copper plates with my magic and cast a modified shield charm on them. I then glued the small plates with a permanent sticking charm on the wall, placing them at each corner of the door to seal off my room from unwanted visitors. The protection activated, and a thin, silvery veil appeared in front of me before becoming invisible again. Nobody would be able to enter my room without my permission from now on.

"Hehe… excellent," I muttered, very pleased with myself.

It was pretty damn easy to do magic with the support of Mage Sight and with the special ability to sense one's magic. While I was limited to my own magic only, that was already more than enough, and all that I needed anyway. Enchanting the copper plates was pretty simple, now that I fully comprehended how to apply my magical powers to my advantage. All I had to do was to fill the magic with a special meaning or give it a command. The intent was also important. The only limit was my imagination, knowledge, and experience. The better my comprehension of what I was doing, the better the results, and so on, and so on.

One of the most important characteristics of magic is that it was a very flexible kind of force. There is not just one sole path on how to do things. Invisibility, for example, could be achieved through spells, potions, and magical devices and artifacts such as Harry's cloak. There was also silent casting and wandless casting. The exploding charm, Bombarda, was my favorite example. It was adjustable by how much power you infused in the spell. Everything was possible, starting from the strength of a small firecracker to the violent force of a grenade. The incarnation, Bombarda Maxima, could easily rival some modern bombs. All I needed was to concentrate and give my magic an exact command. What was my intent, did I want to blow up a house or level a whole mountain?

The stinging hex that I could perform wandless was the same. I could make it extremely painful like the sting of a monster hornet, which would leave scorch marks on the skin, or I make it weak and harmless, but still annoying enough to reward the victim with a good sting. Speed and visibility were also adjustable. The harmless ones were almost invisible to the eye, but a really powerful stinging hex made a vicious hissing sound. The spell would also look like a small bullet of white light, and it was really eye-catching and hard to conceal.

*yawn*

"Well then… time to go to sleep," I muttered to myself and jumped out of my clothes before I made myself comfortable in my new bed.

...

Waking up early in the morning, I secured the window of my room just like I did with my door. There were enough materials in my trunk to last me for the entire school year, so it was better to be safe than sorry.

And speaking of my trunk, it was a pretty expensive piece with seven compartments, with the last one being enchanted with an extension charm to be as large as a room. The model I owned was also bewitched with an anti-thieving jinx that rewarded overly curious fingers with a nasty stinking hex, a feather-light charm, shrinkable on touch for the comfort factor, and it was additionally attuned to my magic so nobody but me could open it. Stealing my stuff required the thief to destroy the trunk, and that could only be done with the investment of a lot of magical power. The whole story cost me 550 galleons, but it definitely was worth it.

Money was no problem for me ever since the summer after my first year. I looted all the galleons I could find in the Room of Hidden Things and opened a vault at Gringotts where I deposited my ill-gained fortune. The jewelry and ancient books I found were also stored there. I bought the biggest most expensive trunk I could find and looted all the armor, swords, and whatever else caught my eyes. Yet, there was still a lot of junk available for me to steal, and I planned to finish my work in the next two years if things went well. Seriously, there was even a possessed pupped living between the hills of old brooms, broken furniture, and damaged cauldrons. The room resembled the interior of a basilica and could easily fit an entire village.

I exploited the opportunity to the fullest and began to loot the room of everything with worth. It was my good luck that the Hogwarts house-elves never searched the old trunks or mokeskin pouches for galleons or jewelry, which made me a quite wealthy muggleborn with approximately 21500 galleons sitting in my account – inclusive all the money I made from selling the jewelry to the goblins. I also feel glad about the fact that the goblins didn't care where the money came from. They gave me some curious looks, but were otherwise very professional and didn't ask any uncomfortable questions.

Using my knowledge of the future, I asked my account manager to invest in Microsoft and Apple, which made me 17200 galleons poorer, now with around 4300. However, my future looked bright with plump annual returns that my account manager will use to buy even more shares.

Money, or galleons, was not an important topic as long as I attended Hogwarts anyway. I would loot the Room of Hidden Things of every treasure I could find, but that was more of a pastime activity than anything else. There was also the cursed diadem in there, and also the vanishing cabinet that I already destroyed while practicing the exploding charm, Bombarda. The diadem looked expensive enough, but I wasn't sure how the goblins would react if I showed up and tried to sell them a horcrux. I ultimately decided to wait and see how things developed.

...

...

Classes passed pretty peacefully for me. Days went on with, and nothing much happened besides the usual gossip about Harry Potter and the news that he was picked as the new Gryffindor seeker. People also argued about the story behind Quirrell's silly-looking turban. Nobody believed that the stuttering idiot could kill anything bigger than a rat, never mind a zombie. Undead creatures were highly resistant to magic and physical damage alike. That's why I specialized on exploding charm as my main offensive spell – full power, and blast it away! 'Oh, you have a werewolf problem in the neighborhood? Bombarda! Oh? What did you say, you need to get rid of a gluttonous troll that decimates your cattle? Bombarda Maxima!' And if you can't kill it with a violent explosion, then you run for your life.

I spend most of my nights doing assignments and studying for my two electives, the classic choice for every Ravenclaw, ancient runes and arithmancy. The latter was pretty boring and practically useless when one wasn't interested in the magical properties of numbers. However, it was still better than anything else I could choose from. I could learn about creatures in the library, the quality of Muggle Studies was crap, and Divination is a waste of time.

Well, I didn't forget to meditate before sleeping and I also continued to plunder the Room of Hidden Things at the weekends.

...

Time flew by quickly with me mainly focussing on my school-related stuff. There wasn't much worth mentioning going on in Hogwarts, but the first Hogsmeade weekend came knocking at my door shortly before Halloween, and I was invited by Pamela on a date so we could strengthen our bond – so she explained.

I accepted, of course.

"Did you plan anything special for tonight?" I asked Pamela who clung to my side like an oversized koala bear. She puffed up her cheeks blushed fiercely.

"Jim, you utter prat!" She huffed playfully. "It's usually the boy who plans the date while the girl enjoys the effort of his labor. Not the other way around."

Roger Davies passed us, holding the hand of some Hufflepuff girl. 'Is this guy my personal Malfoy?' I thought in irritation. I ignored his attempt to provoke me and put an arm around Pamela's waist, pulling her closer to me.

"Well, you really surprised me with your invitation, but I will think of something more exciting for the next time. Let's just stroll around and explore the village for starters," I offered with a roguish smirk. Not that I was an arrogant, self-loving braggart, but I had a really nice athletic body for my age. Yeah, I was a handsome wizard. The black-haired beauty beside me nodded with a shy smile, and I guided her into the cozy village.

Hogsmeade wasn't really romantic or anything. It was just a normal village that survives off the profit it collected from immature students that wasted all their galleons on butterbeer, sweets, and school-related stuff such as cauldrons or quills. The prices were also almost triple as much in comparison to similar goods one can find in Diagon Alley. Despite that, students still loved the place because they were mostly free to do whatever they want here. It was also the main reason why most duels and more violent conflicts between students happened in the small village.

"Do you care for some butterbeer?" I asked Pamela after I felt that we explored enough of the village.

"Lead the way," she agreed, giving me a soft smile

"I will try to make Madam Rosmerta sell us a barrel of butterbeer," I said, grinning when my announcement caught Pamela's attention. "You want to be a master duelist, right? Well, I have found the perfect location where we can practice, and some butterbeer to make our time more enjoyable won't hurt as well."

Pamela lifted a curious brow. "What location?"

"Secret," I replied with a cheeky smirk. "It will be our secret. Trust me… you will want to keep the location a secret because it will give us a ridiculously high advantage over our peers. All champions have their secrets and guarding them is…"

"Yes, yes, yes… we need to keep it a secret," Pamela interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Jim, you start to sound like a Slytherin."

I scoffed. "Knowledge is power, and Ravenclaws are best in hoarding knowledge… especially secret knowledge." I chuckled. "Slytherins act like politicians. Politicians are dependent on the masses. They are powerless, they are just not aware of it."

"Ohh?" The black-haired beauty giggled. "So you are that type of Slytherin… hiding in plain sight, under the cover of a bookish Ravenclaw. That's very cunning of you, Mr. Wellford."

I pushed the door to the Three Broomsticks open and followed after Pamela into the warm, cozy atmosphere of the inn. The pace was pretty crowded, but I could easily afford the 'VIP' tables that were reserved for guests who could pay an extra galleon as a tip.

"Nah, if I wanted to be cunning then I would pick Hufflepuff," I countered. "Nobody expects the Hufflepuff-...?"

Huh?

Our chat came to an alt when a familiar sneer entered my ears. Pamela sighed in annoyance as we took a seat and made ourselves comfortable at our table.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" The doofus of my year, Roger Davies, mocked. "You force a proper pureblood witch to pay for your food, you damn mud-… muggle!"

What a looser…

I snorted in amus.e.m.e.nt, seeing that he was still unable to insult me without feeling intimidated because of my physical superiority and magical skill. Davies wasn't that aggressive last year, but he started to make friends with some special kind of Slytherins – Adrian Pucey. That individual was the best example of what could go wrong when a human romances with a troll. Using phrases like 'witch of proper breeding' to describe Pamela's appearance and blood status was also doing him no favors. It was only reasonable that he lost every chance to gain her interest since he talked about her the way a farmer would talk about cattle.

"Davies, why do I feel that are you stalking me? Is there something that you want to tell me?" I snickered in a mocking tone before switching my attention to an approaching Madam Rosmerta, ignoring Pucey and some nobody Slytherin that stood behind Davies. "Pleased to meet you, Madam Rosmerta. I see that the rumors of the beautiful landlady are indeed true. Please, a butterbeer for the Lady and myself…" Looking at the three boys that glared at me, I grinned. "… and give these three sulking vagabonds some firewhiskey to drown their frustrations. On my bill, of course."

Grabbing a handful of galleons out of a mokeskin pouch of my pocket, Madam Rosmerta gave me a saucy wink as she accepted my payment. "Oh, my… such a charmer. Enjoy your time, dear. I am sure that you know how to take care of such a lovely young lady. However, I can't sell firewhiskey to minors…so..."

I grinned and replied with a shrug of my shoulders. "Very well, give the boys some orange juice and a few cookies instead. I don't want to give you trouble with Professor McGonagall."

The tables around me broke into laughter. Madam Rosmerta walked away with teary eyes while Davies and friends stood there with red-faced expressions, staring down at me with anger burning in their eyes.

"Wellford!" Pucey grunted furiously. "You will pay, you filthy-…!"

"Nobody cares, Pucey... go away and drink your orange juice," I cut him off with a bored yawn and waved my hand in dismissal.

They eventually admitted defeat and retreated back into a dark corner when they saw the attention our conflict attracted. The few a.d.u.l.ts in the inn shook their heads with amused expressions, while the Gryffindors that were present mocked the two Slytherins like a pack of hyenas.

"Enjoy your drinks, my dears," Madam Rosmerta said with a cheerful smile as she placed two mugs of cold butterbeer on the table, and what looked like two chocolate cakes. I couldn't help but grin when I felt the side of her amble bosom rubbing against my cheek.

Oh, mama... she is a cougar! - I exclaimed inwardly.

Please let me be her prey...

Rosmerta looked like in her early thirties and was a fairly attractive woman. There were a lot of rumors about her. The most interesting one was that she sometimes engaged in special activities with students that caught her eye. The second rumor was that she was the descendant of a Veela. Anyway, she was the wet dream of most pubescent boys at Hogwarts, and I hoped that I could attract her interest since I was starving for some bodily pleasure. I was also quite attracted to more mature women, and she was just perfect.

"Are you alright?" Pamela asked with an innocent expression. Though, I could see the vivid amus.e.m.e.nt dancing in her violet eyes. "Do you have a fever, or why are you suddenly so red?"

"Hahaha…" I snorted and took a healthy gulp from my cold butterbeer. My mind was more mature than the average fourteen-years-old, but that meant nothing in the presence of a hot woman. "Don't accuse me of anything. Madam Rosmerta is special. She attracts men like a Veela."

"And me?" Pamela challenged with a dangerous glance. She leaned back and lifted her chest slightly to highlight her developing chest. I admit that she would evolve into a future bikini model if her body continued the good work.

"Yeah, you look alright," I replied nonchalantly, which rewarded me with a painful smack on the head. "Joking, you look utterly gorgeous with a smoking hot body, and you know that very well. You also attract all sorts of trouble for me. Look at Davies…" I pointed at the dark corner where the three sulking vagabonds retreated to sip at their orange juice. "He lost his mind just by looking at you. Are you sure that you aren't a Veela? I mean… Adrian Pucey? Ridiculous! Why would a Ravenclaw befriend with the troll of Slytherin?!"

Pamela nodded confirmation, very pleased with my answer. "Good boy, and yes… it is strange to see a fellow Ravenclaw befriend with someone so… primitive. My father and I agree that Slytherin is slowly losing its touch over the years. Every idiot with the cunning of a troll joins Slytherin nowadays. Mother doesn't care, because she attended Drumstrang."

"Snakes are ambush predators, they don't go and mock their prey," I explained with an air of wisdom. "Ravens observe. They learn, adapt to the environment, and let others work for them. We are opportunists. We collect knowledge and make use of it when the time is right."

"That sounds oddly Slytherin for me," Pamela pointed out with a smirk.

"Cunning is just a side-effect of being smart," I replied with a roguish grin. "You can't be a cunning individual if you are not smart, obviously. Adrian Pucey is an imbecile who curses people in the back because he can't think of something more complicated, something clever that requires actual cunning. A witless idiot like him will always end up bleeding for someone else, someone with a working brain."

"And there is Davies, who gets close to such individuals…" Pamela continued.

"Yeah, you can really judge a person by the type of friends he gathers around him," I nodded.

"Spoken like a true Ravenclaw," the black-haired beauty commented, smirking impishly. "Or maybe like a true...Slytherin?"

"Being smart outclasses everything," I snorted in amus.e.m.e.nt. "You don't have to be brave if you are smart and solve the problem before it becomes one... you don't have to work hard, but smart... and you don't have to be cunning, just the smarter one."

"We are the best!" Pamela announced proudly, her eyes were blazing with the fires of ambition.

"That we are," I agreed with a chuckle.

I started it, and now we were both picking the best traits of every house and make it appear as if Ravenclaw had it all. It made Pamela feel more confident, and I just enjoyed lecturing her as if I was some ancient all-knowing monk. She admitted that she found that trait of mine attractive, my intelligence. Well, I wasn't a genius from my point of view, but there was no doubt that I knew more than the average student of my year.

Maybe it was just me, but I think that everybody reborn in the Harry Potter world would spend vast amounts of time inside the Hogwarts library. I was basically living in the library for the first couple of months, devouring every interesting topic with the greed of a goblin that found a new excavation site full of ancient treasures.

...

We left the Three Broomsticks late in the evening and stopped by at Honeydukes to buy some of the crazy sweets that were offered. My favorites were chocolate frogs, but only because I liked to collect the cards of famous individuals of the wizarding world. Pamela

Leaving Honeydukes, we were confronted by the three sulking vagabonds that scowled at me with gloomy looks.

"Come, admit it... you guys are stalking me," I muttered, shaking my head with a tired sigh. "Even if I were gay… you guys are not my type. Sorry…"

"Shut your mouth, Wellford. You are going to pay now!" Pucey barked. He attempted to lift his wand at me, but I pulled it out of his grasp with a wandless summoning charm before he could do something stupid. My display of wandless magic stunned the three baboonish boys. Blinking stupidly, they were utterly confused by the situation.

"Careful, Pucey…" I snickered with a carefree attitude. "You might hurt yourself with that stick of yours. Don't you know that wands are lethal weapons?"

"Wellfo-…!" Davies started, but I threw Pucey's wand at his face and followed up with a stinging hex with the strength of a really angry bee aimed at his forehead. *Ahhh!* Davies howled in pain and dropped on his stupid arse. Pucey got his fair share as well before I turned my attention to the nameless Slytherin that followed the two monkeys the whole time.

Where is the Hufflepuff girl I saw Davies escorting to Hogsmeade anyway? – I asked myself in the back of my mind. Recalling that he was in the company of a blond girl of our year at the start of the day – Larissa Doppin was her name, I believe.

"Care to tell me who you are?" I finally asked the nameless Slytherin. The boy yelped in surprise and raced away before I could say anything else.

What the…?

"Poor daddy, he won't like to hear what happen to his old house," Pamela commented from my side and we left Pucey and Davies alone. Their foreheads started to swell comically due to the strength of my stinging hex. I was pretty sure that they would leave us alone, now that their vision was obstructed and all that.

"They are still young, maybe they will learn from their mistakes and will grow up one day," I chuckled with a right amount of mockery.

"No, I don't think so…" Pamela giggled in response as we made our way back to Hogwarts.

We stopped by at the common room and spent some time socializing with our peers, but eventually retreated to Pamela's room for a snogging session.

S.e.x was a topic between us, but I managed to trick her into thinking that she had to wait until she was fifteen so her body could develop properly. She had an adventurous spirit, and also made it clear since the beginning of this year that she expected more intimidate hours between us, and threatened that she would look for someone else if I couldn't satisfy her desires. Well, I couldn't really deny her wish and agreed to be her toyboy since I liked her playful but collected character. She was also very dedicated to her school-work and a great partner to have in classes.

Anyway, I ended up sleeping in her room with Pamela resting in my arms.

...

Halloween finally arrived, and with that the day when Harry would fight the troll in order to save Hermione, but I had different troubles right now. Roger Davies went straight to Professor Flitwick this morning, complaining that I ambushed him at Hogsmeade with some vicious spell. His face was still swollen, and it looks like he didn't visit Madam Pomfrey for the sake of invoking more sympathy from our Head of House.

"Good morning, Mr. Wellford," Flitwick greeted me after a fifth-year prefect took me to his office. Roger Davies was already here, and a hideous smirk spread across his face when our eyes made contact.

"Good morning Professor," I greeted back with a smile. "Does Mr. Davies require a guide to help him find the hospital wing? Well, I remember that I defended myself yesterday against his attempt, along with Adrian Pucey and some unknown Slytherin, to ambush me while I accompanied the lovely Miss Bancroft for our first Hogsmeade weekend."

"Yes... that's why we are gathered here," Flitwick clarified, gesturing to the swollen forehead. "However, Mr. Davies claims that you attacked fully unprovoked… can you explain, Mr. Wellford?"

"He used the chance to humiliate me in front of Pamela!" Davies accused in a scornful tone.

"Right…" Flitwick sighed and turned back to me. "Mr. Wellford, I would like to hear your own description of yesterday evening. I am already aware of Mr. Davies's story, but I will only pass judgment after listening to both sides. Keep in mind that I will seek out Miss Bancroft and Mr. Pucey to clarify your claims."

"Naturally, Professor," I nodded and inhaled a deep breath. "Well, our conflict started already when I invited miss Bancroft for a delicious butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. It was Mr. Davies along with his two friends that confronted us at our table without any invitation. He made fun of my background as a muggleborn, claimed that I was parasitic pauper, and generally behaved without any kind of manners. It made me sad to see a fellow Ravenclaw behave like this…"

I sighed with a shake of my head but smirked inwardly. Hehehe...

"Why, you little-…!" Davies started but got interrupted by Flitwick, who silenced him by snapping his fingers.

"Mr. Davies!" Flitwick snapped.

"That being said…," I continued after the situation cooled down. "I met with Mr. Davies and friends again after leaving Honeydukes. Miss Bancroft was still in my company, and we shared a delightful conversation about the Patronus Charm, a really fascinating topic. Well, until we were rudely interrupted once again. The conflict was pretty quick, and I used a summoning charm to disarm Mr. Pucey, who lifted his wand at me, a potentially lethal weapon. Following that, I threw the wand at Mr. Davies's face when he made a threatening gesture. Using the masterfully executed distraction, I followed up with a stinging hex, aimed at the forehead." I pointed dramatically at the said forehead. "While Mr. Pucey lost his wand, his mental disposition and brutish physique still posed a threat to me, and I couldn't ignore that lightly. So I was forced to cast another stinging hex, also aimed at the forehead. The nameless Slytherin fled before I could even ask him for his name…"

"And you used no other spells than a stinging hex and a summoning charm?" Flitwick inquired.

I nodded nonchalantly. "Only a summoning charm and two stinging hexes."

There was a short silence after my answer. Flitwick looked thoughtful, and Davies threw me a gloomy stare. Ignoring the latter, I let my eyes roam across the room, exploring all the strange tools that were scattered around. It appeared as if I was inside the cave of a dragon, only that the said dragon collected books, parchments, and even more books instead of treasure and coin. This was the office of the Head of Ravenclaw indeed.

"Hem..." Flitwick cleared his throat, looking like he made his decision. "Very well, I decided that you both will serve a detention. You," he looked at Davies, "will serve detention under Professor Snape along with Mr. Pucey, and the third member of your group. Keep your next Friday evening free, Mr. Davies. And you…" now was my turn, "...Mr. Wellford, will serve detention with me, right now."

Professor Flitwick looked a bit too excited for some reason as he hushed an irritated Roger Davies out of his office. Next, he gestured to me that I should take a seat before jumped behind his large office table, leaning forward with a curious expression.

"Tell me, Mr. Wellford. How many spells are you able to cast wandlessly?" The small professor inquired with a knowing smile.

"Just the two I just mentioned," I replied bluntly. There was not much reason to hide my talent now that it was in the open. Gaining the favor of a professor was a good thing, actually. I could have proven myself as a gifted student earlier, but I didn't want to force myself into the limelight for no reason, but only if there is a benefit for doing so.

Seeing that the professor was eager for more information, I made myself comfortable and started to scratch the back of my head to stimulate my brain.

"Well, these two are the ones that I perfected so far," I started to explain. "I prefer quality over quantity and decided to practice until I master each spell before moving to another project. I found out that I can adjust the power of my stinging hex, and also the speed to some degree. My summoning charm is pretty good, too. The force of its pull is adjustable with the amount of power I fuel into the spell. Well..."

"... my next project is the Banishing Charm, Repulso," I quickly added. It didn't hurt to brag a little.

"Marvelous!" The little professor explained cheerfully. "Wandless magic is such a rare skill. Few NEWT-level students manage to get a knack of it, and for the most part, only the more gifted individuals. Your mastery over these two spells, ... at such a young age, proves that you have developed strong control over your magic. Marvelous, just marvelous!"

"Yeah, my mother stored the cookies in high places, so I was forced to come up with a proper solution," I informed with a chuckle. "Accidental magic is really nothing else than wandless casting. I think that the majority of magical children manage to accidentally perform the summoning charm, fueled off the desire to obtain something out of their reach. They just need to focus on the sensation and practice it until it becomes a natural thing to do."

"Indeed," Flitwick agreed. "But not every child has the discipline to focus on such a task for a long period of time. It requires great attention and a special awareness of your magic that only a few develop at a young age. The majority is not mature enough before the age of eleven."

"Well, and some are more curious than others," I added with a nod. "Maybe they just don't recognize accidental magic as what it is."

"It is our curiosity and the thirst for knowledge that drives us Ravenclaws after all," Professor Flitwick smirked a haughtily, looking very smug. "Mr. Wellford, you can't imagine how it pleases me to see one of my eagles walking the path of a true Ravenclaw. Am I right to assume that you are interested in spell creation?"

"It depends..." I replied slowly, not really knowing how to respond. "Wandless magic is just a way for me to understand how flexible the rules of magic are. It helps me feel how magic works and… I don't know... it helps me to understand. Spell Creation will be a big interest of mine in the future, but only after I gathered more insights into the mysteries of magic."

The little professor nodded merrily. "Quite alright, you are only in your third year. Spell creation is nothing that should be attempted hastily. Be it as it may, Mr. Wellford, I decided to lend you a copy on the topic of wandless magic from personal collection. It is a great guide that shares the experience and thoughts of quite a few highly successful individuals."

The professor smirked and displayed his own skill of wandless magic, summoning the said book with a wave of his hand from behind the towering bookshelf's that stood behind him. He made a physical copy of it that would last a couple of months and yelped in surprise when I casually snatched the manifestation of knowledge out of his hands with a wandless accio. It was an ancient-looking book with no title. Opening it, I could see that it was a massive collection of thoughts and experiences of various individuals.

Flitwick took some time and explained to me what I can expect from the book, his own experiences with it, and how it helped him to develop his own style. His short lecture was quite the eye-opener and helped me to understand how to handle all the knowledge that I was holding in my hands.

"You have my thanks, professor," I said with a joyous mood.

"That's the least I can do," Flitwick chuckled before he became a bit more serious. "Talent has to be nurtured. It is the sad truth that there a lot of gifted students who get overlooked, and I know that too well. My door will always be open to you. Keep your mind sharp, Mr. Wellford."

"Sharp as a claw," I replied jokingly, what lifted the mood. Professor Flitwick burst with a peal of violent laughter that made him lose balance, which caused him to almost drop from his seat.

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Chapter 2

The troll incident passed just like I remembered it from the books and movies, and Harry made friends with Hermione shortly after. It was the beginning of the so-called golden trio, and I kept observing them from the corner of my eye while taking care of my own business.

Days passed, and one week became two very quickly. The gloomy looks I received from Roger Davies and Adrian Pucey increased by quite a bit during that time. However, I was confident enough to handle these two apes. They were rather immature and planned their revenge against me like little kids, confronting me in the hallways in front of curious witnesses. I took care of them with underpowered stinging hexes aimed at their tongues.

Davies and Pucey were open game since their names weren't Draco Malfoy. The c.o.c.ky ferret was covered under a blanket of immunity because of his father and godfather, Professor Snape. It was almost ridiculous how easy he got away after declaring all muggleborns to be a sub-human species. That boy tossed slurs like mudblood or lowborn around as if he was participating in some contest.

My relationship with Flitwick was also another topic of gossip in the Ravenclaw common room. People talked about how he took me under his wing and that I received personal tutelage from him what explained my skills with advanced wandless magic skills. It was expected that Pucey and Davies would blabber my secret out like the two baboons they are. The consequence was that I was now standing under different limelight; people paid more attention to me now. But that didn't mean that I shunned the attention away.

On the contrary, I made use of it and decided to gradually establish a reputation as a skilled wizard and powerhouse. Slow and subtle. My 'magical meditation' that I practiced almost every night before going to bed gifted me a powerful body, and my skill with magic was also nicely developed for my age. I was generally a popular student right now, especially on the female population. So, attacking me will attract the attention of Flitwick, and everyone knew that the cheerful professor could turn into a fierce warrior if he wanted to. He was a half-goblin after all, and the species was known for their merciless fierceness in battle.

That being said, Pamela approached me as soon as she heard the gossip and demanded that I should help her how to do wandless magic. I had no idea how to achieve it, but I agreed to guide her with insights when I felt that it was necessary. The first thing that the book I got from Flitwick told me was that all wizards and witches were unique. We had our own path to walk with different strengths and weaknesses, interests, and desires. There was a general technique everyone could use as a reference, but that was only the most basic support, and success depended on the discipline, creativity, and the willingness of an individual.

My way of thinking was, however, still the same, and I didn't make more friends besides my clingy koala bear, Pamela. It was really hard to care about other people of your 'age' when your mental age surpassed that of your body. I also didn't want to bind myself to more people so my enemies could use them against me. Yes, I was that paranoid. I was still weak, and every fourth-year student with some brains could cast a powerful severing charm, diffindo, which had the potential to be just as lethal as an avada kedavra.

I also promised Pamela to introduce her to the room of requirements. She didn't know about it yet, but I already bragged in front of her that I knew about an excellent location where we could practice spells and dueling without holding back. Being branded as a liar was actually a bad thing in the wizarding world and could seriously damage one's reputation. Purebloods, such as Pamela, took it especially seriously.

Anyway, here I was now, leading Pamela to the seventh floor. We stopped in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. She didn't say anything but watched me with a skeptical expression when I started to pace back and forth three times, with my mind focused on the desire to acquire a dueling room with two puppets. The black-haired beauty gasped in surprise when a large arc with massive wooden doors began to appear in the empty wall opposite the tapestry.

"Okay, you manage to impress me," Pamela stated. "Did you ward off an unused classroom? Enchanted the door to be invisible?"

I shook my head with a smile. "I will tell you after we entered. Come in before anyone sees us," I grabbed her arm and dragged her into our new secret base. "Miss Bancroft, it is my pleasure to welcome you to the legendary... Room of Requirement!"

Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw how big the place was. I made it appear with soft wooden floors that felt warm and were comfortable to the eye, and a wide, free room so we could move unhindered. There were additionally two hulking dueling dummies at the other end of the large room that could rival the great hall, wearing silver masks and black hooded robes.

"What do you think?" I chuckled with an air of arrogance. "You should know that this room will adjust to every need you have. There are limits, of course, but stuff like a swimming pool is perfectly doable. You only need the exit, state your desire while pacing back and forth three times, and enter again." She was gaping at me now, and I smirked roguishly. "We can do as much damage as we want to the place. It repairs itself, and I doubt that we can damage something like this that the four founders personally created. Its magic is something else."

The Room of Requirements was indeed quite impressive. It appeared that it had some kind of sentiment and that it was able to read the mind of whoever knew its secret and how to activate it. It was precisely the kind of magic I was looking for, and I hoped that I could someday unravel its secrets. It was pretty easy for me to enchant objects with magic, for example, adding a shield charm to a metal plate and connect everything with something similar to a protean charm.

These charms weren't actual charms that copied the classic original, however. My imagination created them, and I made use of the experience I got from casting spells such as the shield charm, protego, as a 'blueprint' and inspiration for my magic. The spells of older wizards can differ in color sometimes, partly because the more experienced one got, the more unique one's spells became. Keeping that in mind, I was already practicing magic from the moment my spirit awoke in the body of a baby. It was a dull and pretty monotonous part of my life, but I had more than enough time to experiment and explore the boundaries of my magic.

"Jim!"

Huh? I broke out of my thoughts and saw Pamela waving her hand in front of my confused face. She rolled her eyes and cast a blasting curse, confringo, at one of the dueling dummies. Her eyes widened when the unexpected happened.

"What?!" Pamela exclaimed in utter surprise when the dueling dummy lifted a wand to and to summon a silver protego that blocked her attack. It retaliated swiftly with a small red spark that I recognized as a low-powered stinging hex.

*yelp*

"Yep, they won't let you bully them," I chuckled with a little bit of schadenfreude. "Your reaction time is quite slow. I guess you aren't as good as you pretend to me."

"You prat!" Pamela huffed, bumping my shoulder with a first. "Self-acting dueling puppets like these are very rare. I was surprised by it, so I was caught off guard."

"Of course," I agreed with a snicker. "Sorry that I didn't warn you, but I wanted to use the opportunity to teach you a lesson of... CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"

"You know Mad-Eye Moody?" Pamela asked, surprised.

"I heard of him," I said with a nod and took my wand out of my wand-holster, which was hidden below my robe. Cypress wood with a unicorn hair core, ten inches and three quarters with slightly springy flexibility. Its appearance was quite elegant with a delicate criss-cross pattern that covered most of the ruby and alabaster colored stick.

"Oooh… what is that? The great prodigy of wandless magic, Jimmy Wellford, owns a wand? A real wand?! Oh, my… someone, please call the Daily Prophet! " Pamela mocked impishly.

"That rubbish only cares about scandals," I scoffed, smiling.

"Quite… but all the same, I want you to bombard me with the best you have." She got rid of her robe down to a black skirt and sweater and jumped away with a carefree laugh. "Show me what you got, Mr. Wellford!"

"Don't become too c.o.c.ky, young lady," I snickered with a wide grin, spiraled my wand to summon a gust of wind that lifted Pamela's skirt up. She giggled girlishly and replied with a knockback jinx that threw me on my arse. I swiftly summoned a protego, and a silver dome appeared in front of me, shielding me from a ruthless barrage of stinging hexes.

"You vicious little thing…" I snarled with a wide grin and jumped up for my counter-assault.

"Why? CONSTANT VIGILANCE... Mr. Wellford," Pamela chuckled with a carefree laughter.

We continued to attack each other with stinging hexes and knockback jinxes mainly. It was the safest way, and we didn't want to hurt each other because even a stupefy could become fatal if it hits the heart of the victim. Professional training with dangerous curses such as confringo should never be done without the presence of a trained medic anyway. That's why Pamela rewarded me with a myriad of kisses after we assaulted the two dueling dummies without holding back at all.

Every witch and wizard had a favorite offensive spell. Mine, at the moment, was the exploding charm, bombarda, while Pamela enjoyed her time experimenting with her family spells. Her favorite one, as far I can tell from my observations, was some kind of conjuration spell that summoned a small black needle at the tip of her wand. The needle would then dart with high speed at the aimed target, impale whatever it hits, and melt into a viciously hissing gooey and acid-like substance. It was a pretty nasty piece of magic since the initial spike, which was as small as a needle, didn't appear dangerous to the eye. However, the gooey acid stuff made me shudder with dread when I saw how it ate through the metallic body of the dueling dummies.

Her black-and-red aspen wood wand additionally possessed the core of a creature that her family breeds in secret, and the majority of her family magic only worked for members that owned wands with that particular core. She didn't tell me what creature it was, since it was a secret, mostly because it is wrongly accused of being a 'dark creature' in some parts of the world due to its preferred habitat.

Anyway, we continued with a violent assault on the two dueling dummies until we were both sweating with quick, heavy breaths.

"So?" I exhaled with a roguish grin. "Do you like it? How about we train every Friday regularly and whenever we feel like it."

"Very well, but try to organize something to drink for the next time," Pamela replied with a fierce smile, breathing heavily. Her long onyx-black hair looked like a bird's nest now after she had to dodge the retaliation of the training dummies.

I nodded, smiling. "As you wish, milady."

We played a little bit more until exhaustion overwhelmed us both. Unleashing magic without any restrain was a great way to develop as a wizard or witch because it increases one's insights – including the fighting capabilities, of course. At least, that was my own theory and it worked perfectly fine for me as I noticed the benefits of going rampant with one's favorite spells. It wasn't only the user that influenced magic, on the contrary, magic influenced the user as well.

"This place will be our secret from now on," I declared with an air of seriousness. "You might find it strange to hear this, but please don't try to enter it without my company. I have ways to keep us unseen from curious eyes… because I really don't want to lose such a great advantage over my peers."

Pamela observed me with a curious glance for a couple of breaths, and her expression switched back and forth between amazement and amus.e.m.e.nt. The corners of her mouth eventually quirked up with a gentle smile.

"It's your discovery, and you decide what is going to happen with it," she agreed with a firm nod. "Not that I am going to waste an opportunity like this anyway. I want this place for myself! And self-acting dueling dummies are ridiculously expensive." She gestured at the battered shapes of the two dummies and chuckled. "Look, the maintenance alone is costly enough to bankrupt middle-class families. The spell-damage contaminated the materials, and a simple reparo is far from enough to restore them to a pristine condition."

"Indeed," I chuckled when she approached the dummies in order to see who of us managed to do the most damage.

The birth advantage that allowed me to grasp my magic a lot faster in comparison to my peers – added with my so-called magical meditation that enhanced my body – blessed me with an unnatural amount of magic that I could control with relative ease. There was also the matter that I could also feel and see my magic what gave me even more control. With all these aspects combined, it was only logical that I was a pretty powerful wizard.

However, Pamela had her talents and gifts as well and an inborn predatory instinct that made her a dangerous opponent. Her dream was to become a dueling champion, and that desire influenced her mindset and magic, making her aim almost surgical accurate and her spells notable more powerful. She wasn't exactly a warrior but loved dueling as an art. For her, it was a graceful dance between two combatants with a potentially lethal outcome.

Seeing the black-haired Ravenclaw crouching in front of a broken arm of her dueling dummy, I was once again remembered that I was pretty lucky to have her as a friend. Pamela Bancroft is a long-legged sweetie with an athletic, yet still slightly curvy figure with all the right shapes and proportions. She has an aristocratic appearance like a true pureblood beauty, fair skin with a faint tan, red, pouty lips, and long onyx-black hair cascading over her shoulders in gentle waves. One of her more prominent features was her violet eyes that increased her attractiveness with an exotic flair. Her best feature was, however, her brilliant smile that she maliciously made use of to break my focus during our dueling practices.

"Well, who won?" I asked with a scoff when I saw Pamela sniffing at a hole in the armor of the dueling dummy that the acid of her black needle spell caused.

"I am not sure… let's call it a draw, okay?" She suggested, ignoring the state of my headless dueling dummy that partially molten with some parts that were still glowing orange and radiating heat. Bombarda, confringo, Incendio… I didn't hold back at all.

"If you say so," I agreed with a knowing smirk. Pamela huffed and turned towards the exit of the room.

"Come, Jimmy… let' s go to bed, it's almost curfew," she said as she walked away, swaying with h.i.p.s in an amusing attempt to seduce me.

I accompanied her back to her room, and we spend our time together talking about magic with some cozy, intimate moments in between. Professor McGonagall introduced us to the animagus transformation this year, and I was quite interested in attempting it. Pamela was curious as well, but transfiguration wasn't her best subject, and she was afraid of the dangers of it. Becoming an animagus required a lot of discipline and confidence from the practitioner. She was still a young, fourteen years old girl while I had all the mental advantages one could have.

Becoming an animagus was pretty easy for me because I knew that even a dork such as Pettigrew could become one – what increased my confidence by a lot. I had great control over my magic, and my meditations every evening before I went to sleep were also useful. My idea was to wait and so for now. Professor McGonagall was a great teacher, but I didn't like her too much for some reason – probably because she was so damn strict all the time. It was also bloody evident to me now she favored her own house the most, though not as bad as Snape favoritism for Slytherin.

Her animagus form must be a koala bear…

I found myself with Pamela resting on my chest once again, wearing nothing but my trunks while she was wearing a black silk pajama that left little to imagination. It was hard to deny her wish when she adamantly insisted on it. Besides, I could still meditate without much trouble. I could even feel her magic and shared some of the natural energy I harvested out of the vicinity, infusing some of it into Pamela's body, gentle and slowly.

It was noteworthy that her body was actually amplifying the amount of magic I could absorb by increasing the quantity that was filling the air. That discovery made me come up with the theory that all magical folk regenerated a part of their reserves by attracting the ambient magic around them - Places like Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, and probably the ministry as well, brimmed with abundant magic. The more magical beings gathered in one place, the higher the amount of that wondrous energy. Well, something like this was actually common knowledge, but I never found anything close to the meditation technique I performed almost daily for a couple of hours.

The advantages my meditation technique offered were pretty outrageous – and I have no idea where the limits lay. So far, I noticed increased physical strength, higher stamina and endurance, a generally greater physique, a passive health regeneration that worked slow but efficient, and a superior eye-sight along with some kind sub-form of the extraordinary and extremely rare gift knows as mage sight. And these were only the physical benefits…

The magical benefits were that I was more resistant to external magic. It has its pros and cons because, while I did regenerate my health automatically, I was also somewhat resistant to healing spells. Potions had almost no effect at all because my body will reap the magic of the liquid as soon it entered my mouth. To put it simply, external magic that entered my body got mercilessly devoured. That's why I jokingly called my meditation technique 'The Way of the Void' as my body was the void that wanted to be filled.

It was also the reason I could easily fight off the compulsion charm of the cursed diadem that was one of Voldemort's horcruxes. Its malicious magic penetrated my skull in an attempt to influence my mind but found itself faced by a voracious beast that feasted on it until nothing was left. It is quite amusing how the diadem totally ignored my presence after that incident. However, that doesn't mean that I could just go and devour its magic. I actually got a massive headache, and even an upset stomach, after my magic ate Voldy's blasted magic. There was no reason to play with that thing right now.

I had to wait until I was strong enough and then try to extort some favors from Dumbledore in exchange for the horcrux. Sounded crazy, yes, but there was enough time to come up with a better plan, and I didn't want people to think that I was a knight in shining armor that worked for free. I also planned to take care of the Voldy's diary, naturally. My plan for it was to simply snatch it from Ginny during the book signing and give it to Flitwick, saying that I found the strange diary it in an unused classroom and that its magic felt off. It was simply too dangerous to leave that thing uncontrolled. There was a good possibility that I would end up as the victim of that giant snake myself – there is no way that I would let that happen.

Anyway, I eventually fell asleep as well, dreaming about all the obscene stuff I could scribble in the diary to bully young Tommy Tom.