Ophiuchus Rho Potter

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The next morning Ophiuchus wakes up to something poking his cheek. He let's out a long yawn before peeking down to his left to see a wide awake Harry is looking up at him. He blinks a couple times noticing the early morning light coming in through the windows. “Good morning, Harry.” He manages to get out between yawns.

Seeing that Ophiuchus is awake now Harry climbs off the couch and tugs on the Elder man trouser. “No food.” The young boy says a he looks up at his uncle.

“Ah right.” Ophiuchus mutters before lifting himself off of the couch. He picks up Harry who is watching him expectantly, then grabs his phone and wallet before heading to the door. When he reaches the door he stops and quickly goes back to the couch to grab his coat before returning to the door.

Luckily the cafe down beside the apartments is still the same and serves breakfasts, so the two found a spare table and have a nice hot breakfast there.

~After~

When they reach the top of the stairs leading to Ophiuchus’s apartment the older Potter notices a certain old man waiting at the door to his apartment.
His old mentor Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, he is one of the founders of the Clock Tower and holds the title of Wizard Marshal in the Mage’s Association.

“Hello Zelretch.” Ophiuchus greets the old man as he walks towards his door.

The immortal mage looks over at him with an annoying cheeky smirk on his face. “Hello Ophiuchus, only been back for a day yet already done so much. Colour me impressed.”

Ophiuchus let out an annoyed sigh before opening the door and letting the old fart into his apartment. He placed Harry onto the couch to let the young boy relax and ruffled his hair before turning towards his old friend. “I'm surprised you've already finished looking at my wand old man.”

Zelretch chuckled as he closed the door behind him before leaning on the wood. “Unfortunately your wand is broken beyond repair so I will have to make you a new one, though considering that you had that old thing since you were 10 I’m not surprised that it reached its limit. We’ll have to do all those tests again so that your new one will work properly, though it will be best for us to wait until your magic has returned and we will also need to make sure that it can be used with your true magic. Which by the way, well done for reaching the root and obtaining your own true magic.”

“How long do you think it will take for my magic to fully return?”
Ophiuchus asked as he sat on the couches arm as he absorbed the old man's words.

“Hmm, considering it’s you I think it will take roughly a week for your magic to fully return.” Zelretch estimated whilst stroking his white beard. “By the way, who's the kid? You didn't come through with him.”

Ophiuchus looked down at his nephew who is silently observing the two of them. He stroked the boys head gently. “He's my nephew. You remember James, he got married and had the kid. But he and the boys mother were both killed, it happened three years ago. My parents have also passed.” He explained.

“Oh.” Zelretch’s eyes widened when he heard the news. “I'm sorry.” He looked at his pupil and the young boy in sorrow.

“James asked me to look after him, and apologised to me. For everything.” Ophiuchus said as he looked back at his master, who nodded in understanding. Zelretch had practically raised him after his first year at Hogwarts and knew all about how his family treated him.

They had first met back when Ophiuchus was 9, the old mage had found him crying in the woods after he had ran away from his father because the man had called him evil and a monster. He accidentally used magic to catch James, who was falling of the sofa, but the magic that he used to catch his little brother was shadow magic.

To the Wizarding world shadow magic is considered to be black magic and evil, something only dark wizards use. Though the shadow magic that he used was magecraft not wizardry magic and his father didn't know that he was able to use magecraft. The last known wizard who was also able to use magecraft was Merlin after all.

His father seemed to mostly forget about it after Zelretch told him that what Ophiuchus had used was magecraft, but he was still never treated the same afterwards. His father gave James all his love and would ignore everything that Ophiuchus did or achieved unless it was something that would bring shame to the Potter name. Like getting sorted into Slytherin, befriending Lucius Malfoy and later dating said Malfoy.

A knocking on glass drew all of their attention over to the window where a white owl sat with a letter in its beak. Ophiuchus went over to the window and let it in before taking the letter. He opened the letter and read the beautifully written contents. It's a reply from Lucius, telling him to come to him, and that he is welcome to stay for as long as he wants.

“Oh I know that look, it's a letter from Lucius, huh. How cute.” Zelretch commented with a cheeky smirk on his face. When Ophiuchus sent him a glare he held his hands up in surrender. “Oh don't mind me, go ahead and run off to your pretty little boyfriend. It’s been quite a while since you last got to see him. No.”

Ophiuchus let out a sigh at his old friends antics, that haven't changed at all,  before kneeling down in front of Harry. “Harry, my friend says that we can stay with him and his son. We're going to be going over there through the floo, it might be a bit scary but I promise you will be safe.”

“Okay, trust you.” Harry said whilst placing his hands on top of Ophiuchus’s.

Ophiuchus smiled down at him, happy that he is trusted, before lifting the little boy up into his arms again.

“Let me know when your magic has fully returned then we'll do the tests.” Zelretch says before slipping out of the door. “Have fuuunnnn.” He chuckled out before closing the door behind him.

Ophiuchus let out another sigh at his masters antics as he locks the door. He then goes over to the fireplace and picks up a handful of floo powder before stepping into the fireplace.

“Malfoy Manor.” Ophiuchus says clearly before throwing the floo powder down.

Green flames surround the two Potter’s before fading, leaving behind a now empty fireplace.