A Young Wizard's Journey - Prisoner of Azkaban

The Inner Eye Versus A Working Mind

(A/N: This chapter is pretty much a prime example of what I was talking about in the Introduction. Whilst writing it I felt as though I had to include everything from the original whilst also adding my own, leaving this chapters end word count at 10,300. This will not be the case going forward as stated before, but until then, enjoy!)

Y/N awoke early the following morning and slid out of bed, he picked up his pile of clothes and moved over towards the mirror in their dormitory, examining himself. He'd gotten taller over the summer and seem to have some muscles forming around his legs and arms. Apparently, the activities of the last few years had kept him at least somewhat in shape.

He stared at the mirror for a few moments, lost in thought.

'Did my dad have these same E/C eyes? Everyone always told Harry that he had Lily's eyes. Or do I even have my mother's eyes? What about the hair and my face?'

His curiosity about his parents had been steadily mounting. He'd gone from knowing nothing bar he was hurled to safety and that his dad had died that evening, to having this dream of following Voldemort through the underbrush. And how was he following Voldemort? Hadn't he been thrown over the wall?

He'd seen the dream enough times now to know that the burst of flame he saw on the wall was the protective barrier around the school opening and his father throwing him through. But if that was true, how could he follow Voldemort? Is that why the dream kept ending? All he had after that point was sound.

But that didn't explain him knowing about the flash of green light...

And then there was his mother being close to the right hand of Voldemort. Had she been a Slytherin? What had his dad been? And where was she now...? Maybe coming after Harry with Sirius Black. Maybe trying to stop Sirius Black. He hoped it was the latter, he didn't want his blood-mother to be a Voldemort sympathiser.

He shook himself. He had new classes to start and someone else to worry about now. His answers about his parents would come, even if he had to go looking. He got dressed and scooped up his bag, which is filled to almost bursting point with his books and supplies for the day, and headed downstairs. He'd beaten Hermione awake so he settled himself into his favourite chair by the fire and continued his revision on the banishing charm.

Depluso had already proven to be a very useful trick. Once Y/N had seen it was essentially just a stronger version of Flipendo, he'd made it his personal mission to learn it whenever he had spare time. The time against Malfoy had been his first successful test.

'Wonder if it's 'cause I was angry...' muttered Y/N as he traced the spell movement in the air with his wand.

'What have you done whilst angry this time?' asked a familiar voice as Hermione squeezed herself into the chair next to him. She too had grown over the summer and now had to sit half on his lap to manage it.

'Yesterday,' he said, shifting to make sure she was more comfortable, 'with Malfoy at the doors-'

'I meant to ask! That was the banishing charm wasn't it?' Hermione asked, pointing at the page.

'It was, first time I've made it work. I've tried it before but that was the first time the spell actually happened. I wonder if it's 'cause I was angry, if this is what Remus was talking about by using my emotions.'

'It could be,' said Hermione, her eyes lighting up at once, 'you could always bring it up to him when you have your class?'

'I think I'll have to,' said Y/N thoughtfully. 'The anger was definitely there. Moment he elbowed past you, I felt my blood boiling.'

'Always ready to jump to my rescue,' said Hermione, batting her eyelashes at him and smirking.

'That's me,' said Y/N, puffing out his chest. ''Mione's hero!'