Worthy Of Magic

Part 19 - The Wand

When Sirius returned and found Lily dead. He had immediately turned onto Harry with rage filled eyes.

"Did you do it!?" he screamed, his voice full of pain and accusation.

"No," Harry replied quietly, still in the same position except with the book of chakras on his lap instead of runes.

Sirius screamed with anguish that was uncharacteristic to him. Emotions that he had locked up for years with patience had broken loose.

It was the first time Harry had lied. The dull green had made him do it and he felt it appropriate. Ending the non-existent life of his mother felt personal. He didn't want to share that moment with anyone.

It was his alone. It meant something to him. A sense of closure to a part of his soul. Her death had calmed his green.

A heartbroken Sirius didn't see reason to doubt him. According to Dumbledore the boy didn't know how to lie. Early next day, her funeral was held. She was buried next to Remus.

Harry, Sirius, Dumbledore and a lady with a vulture hat were the only ones present.

James had been kept sedated and asleep. When he had seen Lily he had been to scream hysterically.

Harry wanted to kill him but Sirius had stunned and taken him away.

Here lies Lily Potter.

Loving Mother. Wife.

Best Friend.

This time. Harry didn't feel a thing. He only smiled; thinking about his runes and ideas for his desert dream.

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Thirty First August, Nineteen ninety-three – Diagon Alley

Time passed by in the cottage with an unsteady peace. Harry stayed out of Sirius's way. Sirius kept himself occupied with James. Dumbledore dropped by for the occasion visit and Harry finished his books. His head was fully consumed by basic runes, advanced runes, runic structures.

He experimented in the forest. Tried to recreate the language of magic in his diary. Filled it with notes and then began to fill another. By the time summer was over, Harry had successfully turned a boulder into sand using nothing but runes.

It was beautiful to watch.

He had drawn a structure that could easily be mistaken as geometry by a mathematician while in fact, it was an elaborate rune structure that was created after numerous trials and errors.

The boulder first began to change colour. The dark grey slowly turned pale. It almost became translucent before it started to look like it was being crushed into finer particles. A breath-taking moment later it collapsed into pale yellow sand. Beyond the runes, in an abyss apart from reality, magic that emoted no mercy whispered the process along.

Harry was delighted. It was a huge success! He could imagine the breakdown happening in Hogwarts and the vision was truly magnificent. Hogwarts, slowly turning pale and then collapsing into a mountain of sand. Harry felt glee at the thought.

But he calmed himself after the event. There was still so much to do. This had just turned a boulder into sand. The magic necessary to turn a world into sand.... Now that was the true dream.

Presently, Sirius had brought him to Diagon Alley to buy him his new books and robes. The school list had arrived a couple of weeks back and Sirius had finally made the time to take Harry to the Alley.

Harry had no interest in doing so but recognized the necessity of purchasing the school books. Maybe he could find some interesting texts on runes as well although he didn't care as long as he had his three books with him. One was about Indian Sages, the other a breakdown of runes and the best explanation out there and the last his personal diary: in which he wrote and created. In was a brown leather bound book with a strap serving as a lock. Harry had enchanted in with runes inscribed on the insides of the cover to ensure it never ran out of pages and remained at the thickness of a hundred-page notebook.