Wandless

Brother of my Mother

Percy

"You'll be fine," Apollo said, wrapping my hand in his godly gauze.

I rolled my eyes,"I know that, it's just a small burn."

He looked pointedly at me with his blue eyes,"I wasn't talking about your hand."

I stiffened at that. I'd be better if they weren't with me and going around tell people we just met about my crazy adventures. Pulling my hand away from his, I shoved it into my pocket, fiddling with Riptide.

I scowled at the god who just glanced sympathetically at me. I wasn't a glass doll about to shatter. I hate that everyone's treating me like one. I turned away from the god and went back to the oddly silent kitchen.

Ignoring everyone else, I went right back to my pan of food that was now burned to a crisp. Cursing, I used a pot holder this time to empty the ruins into the trash. I put the pan back on the fridge and was about to restart when someone clearing their throat interrupted me.

Sirius was smirking at me in a playful way. Harry just looked at me confused, his jealousy gone for now. If he didn't fix that then he might lose a couple of his friends. I raised an eyebrow at my uncle, waiting for him to continue.

"You do know we have magic for this sort of thing, right?" Sirius chuckled, bringing out his wand.

I blushed at that, yeah I kinda did. The two gods snickered at me in the background. Glaring at them mockingly, I persuaded the unconscious sweat on them to cool and swim about their bodies.

The tug in my gut and the squeaks from the two told me I had succeeded. I smirked at them. Harry turned to look at them confused, wow his mind must be blowing right now. It's a lot in one day.

"What'd you do?" The boy questioned curiously.

I waved my hand dismissively, "Just a trick, nothing compared to your magic."

He turned back to me, his eyes narrowing in suspicion,"You said your mom taught you magic."

I nodded,"That's correct."

"Where's your wand?"

I shrugged,"Never had one. My mom was a sort of wand-less fanatic."

"That's impossible," Harry argued, "You can't control your magic unless you have a wand."

I smiled at him,"Not quite true, Harry. You've caused magic without a wand before, have you not? Before you knew you were a wizard."

"No, I didn't."

See, that is where he is wrong,"Have you not made things disappear, like maybe a cage where a dangerous animal is kept, because you were angry at someone? Or managed to keep yourself hidden when you were scared?"

A thoughtful look appeared on on his face. The realization in his eyes shone as he believed me. The two gods gave me a thumbs up for fast thinking, but what I said was true. My mother preferred to do magic without a wand.

Then she taught me too. Unfortunately, there were no wizarding banks in America, and she couldn't go back to England with me and my father's family interfering so we were stuck in poverty.

That meant Gabe, who was somehow able to bring in some money before he lost it all. His scent also kept me safe from the mystical monsters for several years. That didn't mean that the mortal monster inside didn't come out.

My mother was far to busy working for money as I grew older to use it, but she continued to teach me until I had learned all she had in her seven years at Hogwarts. A cough from Sirius distracted me from my thoughts on my wonderful deceased mother.

"Percy is correct, my little sister was a far more advanced witch in her time than even your mother, Harry." My uncle input, smiling lightly as he remembered my mom.

"So advanced that she could do wandless magic?" Harry asked surprised.

Sirius nodded in agreement,"She was a prodigy, she could've been anything, but she was far more interested in the mundane major of writing."

Harry's jaw dropped open,"Why? That sounds awfully boring."

"She was an amazing writer," Sirius hummed,"I used to read her stories all the time."

I nodded, a nostalgic feeling entering my body. She used to tell me of her adventures as a witch and all the stories she wrote. I loved hearing them.

Harry held up his hands,"So, let me get this straight, your mother was a prodigy witch who ran away to America and wrote stories."

I shook my head,"No, my mother was too busy to write, but she was able to publish one book before she passed. She called it, 'The tales of the Sea's son.'"

Harry nodded in an exaggerated way,"Ok, so, then what are you?"

I grinned at him,"The Wandless Wizard..."

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