Controlling

Chapter 27

Although, it's called the Yule Ball, it actually happens two days before the said holiday, due to the fact that it should be spent with family and friends.

It isn't held a day before because guests can choose to stay the night at the house of the host, which shifts every year between the pure-blood families.

This year, the Malfoy's hall was extravagantly decorated, showing off the vast amount of wealth the family has.

A giant tree decorated with lights, flying brooms, fire-breathing dragons, unicorns, mermaids, snitches, quaffles, buldgers and other things was placed in the center of the Hall.

Fake snow was falling over the guests, disappearing before it touched any of them.

The band, that actually was self-playing instruments, were playing a soft and warm music as the invited people socialized among themselves.

With glasses of champagne in hand, the high class people talked as they waited for the official time of the Ball to arrive, since it's common courtsy to arrive before the host who arrives at the stated time.

Harry, or better, Cyrus Perverell, casually glanced around, sipping his drink as his eyes searched for the sole reason he bother himself to come.

Ignoring everyone who was eyeing for the ring in his finger showing off the Peverell crest, Cyrus boredly waited for the event to start.

Finally, half an hour later, the hosts came the family of blonds had an oddie with dark brown hair with them, dressed in flawless, formal and black robes with fine detail in jade green and silver.

Harry, for his part, ignored the opening speech, only raising his glass to toste when everyone did, his focus entirely on Tom who had a polite smile on his face, looking approachable for others.

He didn't waste time, as soon as the Malfoy Lord ended the opening, Harry put down his empty cup on one of the many trails floating around and made his way to the man, least someone comes before him.

"Pleasure meeting you, Heir Gaunt, the names is Cyrus Peverell" Harry said, offering his hand and the best smile he could put up, which was easy seeing who he was facing.

Tom's eyes widden a bit in suprise, he didn't think Harry would approch him this fast.

He quickly composed himself and extended his own hand to greet him.

"The pleasure is mine, Heir Peverell" he added when he noticed that he was only wearing the heirship ring.

After the initial greeting, the two found a topic to talk about and seperate themselves from the others, a few tried to intrude in their conversation, but the pair ignored them as they talked.

A while later, Harry silencely cast a sound barrier around them, not allowing others to hear them, but they were still able to hear others.

The familiar feeling of Harry's magic passing through him made Tom realized the sense of relieve and comfort it brings him.

He could clearly remember the first time he felt it.

It has been a month since Tom had come back to himself, school was still on going, but Harry had done something to wards that allow him to freely enter and leave the grounds, at least in the RoR, beyond that the wards would not let him through.

It was evening, he had asked the room for a window overlooking the lake as he let the winter sun illuminate their reading.

Harry just come in and walked over to his favourite chair, sitting himself with no elegance as he threw his legs over the arms of the armchair and casually waved his hand as he undid his tie.

A warm and tingling feeling wash over Tom back and foward as Harry grabbed the book he had choosen to read.

"What was that?" Tom asked shocked by the sudden feelings he felt.

"Oh, it seems you are more sensitive to it than i thought" Harry commented a bit of suprise in his tone.

"To what?" he asked curious.

"Magic" Harry answer "What you just felt was my magic" he elaborated when he saw Tom raising a brow.

"Why did i even feel it in the first place?" Tom asked.

Since he was young and entered the Wizard World he had noticed he could feel the magic in the air, in some places there's more, in others less.

This help him because he didn't need to drain his own magic and instead use the one around him, channeling it to his wand and shape it according to the spell he wishes.

It was one of the reasons as the why he is standing at the top in dueling.

But it was the first time he felt someone's magic, not to mention that what Harry did didn't seemed like a spell.

"That's because your magic sensitivity is strong enough to feel my magic when i use it" Harry pantiently explained.

"Use it?" Tom caught this key word.

Usually, the majority of magical community, in England, only thinks of their magic as some rechargeable battery to use as they please.

It only serves as a tool to fulfilled their intention by shapping it with it and not something to be use raw as Harry did.

"Yes, use because only the intention of the caster matters when using magic. Spells were invented to help one better master their own magic, with wand motions and incantations the caster can easily remember what the spell does, thus knows the intention behind it that will shape the magic to fullfill it"

He could still remember vividly the man's assured and well paced words as he talk about his discovers about magic for the rest of the evening until dinner time.

"Tom"

"Hmm" Tom hummed, his gaze focusing on the worried blue eyes of Cyrus 'Green is better'

"You okay? You didn't answer when i asked you a question" Harry asked his worried gaze lingering all over Tom, checking for anything that may cause him discomfort.

"I'm fine, just got distracted thinking" Tom replied, lifting the corner of his mouth slightly to ease him up a bit "What did you ask?" he inquired, changing the topic.

(Revised)