Growing Up As He Should

Pyrokinesis

It had been a few months after the whole deal, at the Wizengamont. The Potters and Co. were still plotting and planning. Hadrian on the other hand, was devouring the library. Grandpa Sal noticed that his abilities had started manifesting. So it was a good time, to start teaching him control. 
 

Hadrian was reading a book, about the different abilities of fire. When he noticed something weird "Grandpa. Parseltongue is a magic language, right?". Salazar smiled "Of Course, my little snake. Parseltongue is needed for Parselmagic, so you could pronounce the spells. But it's not only that. It is not simply a Magic Language, but also a Magic Dialect." Hadrian frowned, he looked at his grandpa "I don't understand". Salazar smiled and went on his teaching mode. "Well. There is a difference between a Language and a Dilect. For example, in London you speak English, In America you would also speak English, but with slight differences. Let's take Parseltongue for starters. The Slytherin Family are not the first, nor the only Parselmouths in the world." Hadrian looked stuned.

 "The Slytherins are the only Parselmouths in England my dear..." Hadrian looked at the portrait, frowning "Then, who was the first Parselmouth Grandpa?" Salazar smirked "His name was Herpo the Foul. He was also the first ever wizard that bred a Basilisk. Other than that there are plenty of Parselmouths in India, Greece, Australia and Americe, even in Africa. Many aeons ago, I met one in Russia. Although for some reason, only the British Wizards think of it as Dark. But we got out off topic. Is there a reason for your question my Little Snake?". Hadrian looked back at his forgotten book.

 
"Well. This book was talking about fire language. It said that, if someone wanted to use the fire magic, they needed to speak to the Fire first." The book, even said something about Fire being alive. Now that's just nuts, how could the Fire be alive, It's Fire! But the book insisted, that you had to speak to the fire. Salazar realised the 'problem'. "Hadrian. In order to use a type of Magic, you need to know the language of the Magic itself, before you attempt, to use it's spells.If you don't know the language, you won't understand the spells, ergo you won't be able to use them." Hadrian shigned. Now he had to learn another language! Let's hope this one is easy. He opened the book to the first chapter, only to find weird symbols, squiggles and words he never seen before. Great!  "Grandpa! I don't understand..." Salazar looked at his grandson "Try my Little Snake. You'll never know if you don't try. You'll never learn if you don't try".

Hadrian nodded and looked at the text.
Karp eount fueg faro he al po elta ahna faoconno impotar esara hohna al ea akna enka ferra athsah ies, honah, elfo thriah onesra orempa empra carsthore. Asha ielia elfath nocno rah.

Once Hadrian finished it, the tumperature in the room, started rising. His hand started burning, making him look down. He ghasped. There where flames on each of his fingers. Red flames, were dancing on his fingers and for some reason, he felt no pain, only warmth. "Grandpa. Are you seing this?". Salazar could only nod. "Yes. Does it hurt?" Hadrian shook his head and moved his hand, watching the flames dance "No. It feels, nice, warm, like home". He looked at the book again and read the next text. El Hartha, nohe el fahtha flog arre heconas thefias isha louek olthas en! As he said that, he pointed his hand on the near by chair. The fire moved from his fingers, towards the chair. The chair caught on fire. "Merlins Balls!!!" exclaimed a very surprised Salazar. Hadrian looked at the burning chair and moved his fingers to the universal ' come' signal. The flames started bleeding from the chair, coming back to him, surrounding him, in a perfect fiery circle. He stood up, raising a hand over the fire, which obeyed him and started rising higher. He brought his other hand over his head. Now the fire around him, was burning brighter, warmer, stronger....hungrier. He clapped his hands once over his head and the fire, rose from the ground and disappeared. Hadrian looked up and Salazar finally got a glimpse of his grandson's eyes. They were a fiery orange, with an emerald circle around the eye's iris.