When the Roses Bloom Again by TheBlack'sResurgence

Chapter 17

The Victory Roll

Using parselmagic had taken some adjustment on Harry's part. It was once all well and good having a serpent present that he could converse with but calling upon the language at his whim had been a skill to master on its' own. It had taken weeks of practice to manage it, but once he had achieved it, he had hit the ground running.

He quickly learned that there were many facets to the art. The magic could be used in combat, for healing, and even enchanting, and creating wards. Having been working diligently on his studies via the books Nicholas had gifted him, and the substantial collection he had gathered from the Chamber of Secrets, he had made great strides, and those that had not encountered such magic would be all but clueless to what he was doing.

It would certainly prove to be quite the boon throughout his years.

Even with the effort he was putting into his studies of the serpentine magic, he had not been negligent of anything else. He had the entire Flamel library at his disposal which he had been taking advantage of also.

To what end?

He still could not be sure, but as he finished reading over his Hit-Wizard licence application to the ICW, he released a deep breath.

He knew the stance of his friends towards him pursuing such a career was not a positive one. As such, he had not discussed it further with them. Ultimately, when they all left the castle at the beginning of summer next year, they all had their choices to make, and Harry was no different.

He refused to work for the Ministry, and though he could make a very profitable career from investing in burgeoning businesses, he had to face the reality that he would not be being true to himself.

Throughout his life he had overcome adversity, found himself in impossibly dangerous situations that he'd overcome, and even more than that, as odd as it was, he revelled in the danger.

Whether it was completing absurdly risky manoeuvres on a broom or standing across from Voldemort in some form or other, the danger had become a part of him as much as the mundanity of eating breakfast.

He didn't live for the risk, but he had faced it on so many occasions that he had become accustomed to it, and in a way, he didn't quite understand, he missed it.

Harry released a deep breath.

He didn't need to understand it, it had simply been ingrained into him over the years. Perhaps that was why he had been so fixated on becoming an auror?

Regardless, with his feelings on the Ministry, that was not an avenue he would explore, but the role of a Hit-Wizard? He couldn't express how much the thought of chasing that career appealed to him.

Emboldened by the wave of excitement washing over him, he dipped his quill in the ink before signing the declaration with a flourish.

All he needed to do now was to mail it and wait for a response.

The only difficulty he had faced during the application process was finding a suitable referee that could attest to his ability and character. Although he had taken some convincing, Professor Dippet had eventually consented to fill the role.