The Twin Souls

Ch-3 The Old Man

This is a fanfiction for a connotation, and that may be due to all characters cited belong to J.K. Rowling. This is for the greatest of mentalities solely.

12 September 1985

Harry Potter and his brother entered the room.

Mr Albus, the most powerful wizard alive in the whole of Europe was sitting on his throne-like chair, drinking some orange juice.

However, the five years of experience was still not enough for the children to see that was strange. But Augusta Longbottom was no child, she was one of the most important figures in the whole of Britain, so she asked, "Albus?"

Mr Albus looked up from the Daily Prophet of the day and put his glass of juice on the wooden desk in front of him. He smiled warmly at the children, smile lines were totally visible on his face, and nodded towards his acquaintance.

Harry and Percy smiled and spoke in synchronization, "Good morning, Headmaster."

After their first visit to Mr Albus, they were ready to have their lessons on wandless magic again. Yes, wandless magic. It was considered common before the invention of magic wands in 392 B.C. (A.N.: It's an estimation and not cannon).

Wandless magic is considered rare and powerful but most do not pursue it due to it being difficult. But a five-year-old child can do better wandless magic than an eleven-year-old. That is because of the accidental magic reduces with age. The trick to wandless magic is to control the accidental magic from within. But accidental magic happens at the extreme behaviours of a person, so for that, a person shall learn Occlumency before pursuing wandless magic.

In the end, it is all about mental discipline.

The stronger the mental ability of a person, the more magic a person can learn. Magicals tend to have a stronger mental ability than muggles due to these genes, but a muggle-born can achieve Magic by a stronger mental ability. That's how squibs are produced.

But magic is vast. This is just a simple explanation. Not even Unspeakables know why magic is there for specific people only.

Dumbledore stood up and walked to the centre of the room and said, "Now, children, have done what had been told for you to accomplish in the year you had?"

Harry moved forward nervously, this is the most powerful wizard alive in Europe, and looked back. No one was moving forward.

Harry said proudly, "I managed to levitate a sickle!"

Mr Albus looked curiously at Harry for a moment and then replaced the look with a stern face. He looked at Augusta and nodded at her again. He looked at Percy with a questioning look.

Percy said sadly, "I managed to break a goblet and lose a gallon in air."

Dumbledore instructed him, "Percy, did you meditate? Because of you overpowering the levitation spell, I think that you still have to manage your accidental magic carefully."

Percy nodded.

Neville looked at Dumbledore with a determined look and announced, "I levitated a goblet!"

Dumbledore praised him, "Excellent. Now for our next session, I want you three to meditate for fifteen minutes."

'Once a teacher, always a teacher. Exquisite.' Dumbledore thought.

Percy, Neville and Harry went to the secret room behind a painting of a black-haired young man. The identity of the person was one of the many secrets of Albus Dumbledore.

Augusta sat in front of the seat Albus was seated on. A desk of odd things was between them.

Augusta looked at the goblet of orange juice weirdly and gestured towards Albus. Albus sighed and explained, "My craving of sugar has far grown than my ability to hide it. You can only guess how much fruit juice I have stored."

Augusta nodded in a stern manner and moved to the next matter, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Lord Harry James Potter."

"That boy is a mere child, Albus."

"But Voldemort was not affected by it, Augusta. I believe that a connection between the two is existing. I want to scan Harry's brain."

"You are going crazy, Albus."

"So have I been told. Augusta, listen, I know that Riddle may have made a Horcrux. His half soul may be alive, still. Dark signals from Albania are found. They have Voldemort written all over them. Stories of Killer rabbits are roaming around there, and murder by the hands of a four-year-old is found."

Augusta gasped. She knew who Riddle was due to the meeting of the Order of 1978 when her son was introduced to the Order.

Albus stood up and took a sip from his goblet and said, "I will just do some scans on the three of them to say how was their magical core was to, which I will do, but I want to scan Harry mainly for the signs of Dark magic. You may go back with the children in a couple of hours. Do you want some apple juice? I recommend some sherbet lemon with it."

"Thank you, Albus, but I rather not."

"Then I may see you later."