Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they are the property of JK Rowling
A/N: Please R/R, this will help me to improve my writing. I want to thank my wonderful beta Petunia.
Jedi Mage
Chapter Two
"Discovery"
Life at Privet Drive went slowly, for Harry. He was locked in his room, without anything magical. His trunk, his wand and his broom were locked as well in a cupboard under the stairs. His aunt passed him some food every day through the hole in the door and he spent his days lying on the bed, his mind recalling all the events of the last year. Especially the prophecy.
"I have to kill or be killed…how can I say this to Ron and Hermione? And how will they accept this?" he was thinking, when his snowy white owl, Hedwig, returned after her night hunt. At least, Harry had thought she had been hunting. Instead, she had two letters with her: one from Dumbledore, for Aunt Petunia and the other for him, from Hermione. He opened the second, and smiled a little.
"This girl always knows how to make me feeling better", he thought while taking the parchment from the envelope:
"Dear Harry,
I am writing to you, because
I want to be sure you are doing
well…I'm so sad for you! You
know, I want to be there with you,
at this very moment, hugging you
and giving you the strength to go on…
Please, Harry! Don't be too sad!
Seeing you so depressed hurts me!
Love, Hermione"
After reading the letter, tears started to flow down his face. What have he done to deserve a so faithful and comforting friend? He didn't know, but he knew one thing: she was the most important person in his life.
Suddenly, the hole in the door opened, and a plate was pushed into the room.
"Aunt Petunia! Wait! I have a letter for you!" He passed her the letter through the hole.
There was silence as Aunt Petunia read the letter and then his door opened. She looked at him coldly.
"From this moment, you won't be locked in this room. You can go anywhere in the house, and outside, too, if you want".
With that, she disappeared back downstairs.
That afternoon, he still remained in his room to reply to Hermione's letter:
"Dear Mione,
I'm very touched by your letter
You are always so kind to me.
I really wonder what I've done to
deserve you. Thank you so much
for your support…I'm trying to not
be too sad…
Yours, Harry"
He read and reread it many times, then he sent it with Hedwig.
For the first time in those holidays, he went down to the living room where he found Dudley watching the TV. He rolled his eyes, and went in the kitchen to drink some water.
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A few days passed, and Dumbledore, in his office at Hogwarts, was still consumed by doubt. When he would have to tell the boy the truth? That summer, at Grimmauld Place? Or later, at Hogwarts? Or the next year?
The old wizard put his head in his hands, uncertain about what to do. Professor McGonagall had often tried to help him in the past, giving him advices, but this was a decision he had to take on his own.
Finally, he decided. He would reveal the truth to Harry when his powers revealed themselves. He had a feeling that it could be soon. However, now he had another problem to face: Hermione Granger, too, was a mage. When would he inform her?
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Some days later, Harry went for his now usual walk in the neighbourhood, through the park in Magnolia Crescent. Suddenly, when returning home, he felt his scar burning. He saw three hooded figures coming from the end of the street. He thought they were Dementors, like the previous year, and being without wand, he started to run. He was trying to escape from them but didn't feel the usual coldness in his soul, even if the three figures were chasing him.
Suddenly, he heard one of them crying: "Crucio!" and he understood - they were Death Eaters! He turned, seeing the red light approaching him.
While he watched the spell come towards him, without knowing what he was doing, he waved his hand, and the spell returned on the Death Eater who cast it. He fell on the ground, screaming in pain.
The others tried to attack Harry. He wanted to escape, but his legs felt like they had turned to stone. He remained there, avoiding curses and deflecting some of them.
"Avada…" cried one of the hooded figures but he didn't get a chance to finish the spell. Harry, somehow, managed to direct on him a Cruciatus Curse that another Death Eater cast on Harry.
`You'll pay for this, Potter,' hissed one of the men. `Come on, let's go!' he roared at the others. They Disapparated with a `crack'.
Harry remained there for a long time, wondering how on earth he did what he had done. He had fought three Death Eaters without a wand!
There was only one thing to do. He returned home, and sent an owl to Dumbledore, hoping that the Headmaster could help him in finding the answers he wanted.
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On first reading the letter, Dumbledore was only concerned for Harry's safety. On re-reading the parchment the fact that Harry had fought without a wand made its way to his brain. A smile of pride appeared on Dumbledore's lips. Harry had used his hidden powers - he was really a mage and a very powerful one, too…maybe more powerful than Dumbledore himself.
Hermione, in the meantime, was feeling a bad omen…she felt something bad had happened to Harry. She wasn't too surprised when a letter from Dumbledore arrived, explaining her that Harry had been attacked; the fact that surprised her was that Harry had fought without a wand.
"If Harry can do wandless magic, perhaps he is a mage" she thought. Not many wizards and witches knew about the mages, but Hermione of course had read about them.
In the same moment, at number four Privet Drive, there was a knock on the door. Harry opened it and was amazed to see Professor Dumbledore standing there.
"Professor...why are you here?" Harry asked, looking bewildered.
"Harry…let me in…I have something important to say you…"
"Of course" Harry replied, standing aside so Dumbledore could come in.
When they were seated on a couch in the Dursleys' living room, Harry spoke first.
"What have you to say me, Professor?"
Dumbledore looked at him solemnly.
"Harry" he said quietly "You are a mage."