Thread: A Matter of Mind (HP)- Moon/Lounger

Harry didn't seam to realize at all the way he was speaking, but after all the things that he had been put through, why wouldn't he? Harry was a special kid though, as much as he would laugh as he watched the world burn, he would shelter the masses of innocents behind him as he did it. he would willingly torture some, but would jump in front of a Killing Curse for others. he straddled that line, and with Nathaniel there to talk to, to ground him, then maybe Harry wouldn't fall off that line. fall one way, and Harry would no doubt suicide. fall off the other side, and Harry would simply kill everything and everyone without mercy or reason. it's good? Harry asked with a small smile. Charms... Harry muttered, considering that for a long moment and then. shield spells, right? and... levitation, and.... and all the things that had kept Harry alive. protection spells, levitation charms, shields and even disarming spells. everything that made him so good at DADA was thanks to his skill at charms, and his ability to use them in ways no one had ever expected. like the time he'd used a tickling hex and then a disarming to completely wipe the floor with Malfoy. everyone had laughed after that, even the other Slytherin's. it's alright, the little bit i can remember... i've never had good teachers. he admitted simply. his muggle teachers had always ignored him, or outright hated him due to the rumors that the Dursley's had made up about him. hmm... Harry muttered as he examined Nathaniel before he nodded. i'm going to do the dishes. Harry decided as he stood up and washed the few dishes. the leftovers where put into Tupperware and stashed in the fridge and Harry wondered why he felt such... disgust as he washed the dishes? it wasn't that bad after all, right? he looked out the window and grinned as he examined the tree out the window. he could get a stick from there easily enough. it was a Willow Tree, the same wood that Lily Evan's had used. it was rare for a male to choose a wand made out of Willow, because it was a wood that was so attuned to feminine energies. Harry wiped his hands try and then slipped outside and scaled the tree with delightful ease. he loved to be up high and he grinned as he searched the branches for a perfect stick to snap off, humming as he examined one, if he broke it off, just there... with a Snap, the 13' piece of branch was snapped off the tree and Harry grinned as he examined it. this would be a perfect stick for making Magic. and it felt warm in his hand. he hopped out of the tree and strutted back into the house, pleased with himself again. there, now i have a magic stick too. he stated, showing Nathaniel the piece of wood that he had collected. now we can practice magic together. he stated happily as he examined the wood with a grin. i always knew i wasn't like... 'Them', now i know why. he admitted, tapping his stick on the table, wondering how he was going to go about making Magic. part of him knew there where words and motions involved, but he wondered why? what was the point, he could already feel his magic rolling inside of him, eager to be used, to twist physics and change the very nature of things around him. why are you looking at me like that? after all, how would Harry realize that a stick pulled from a tree in someone's back yard wouldn't make for a very powerful wand? granted, Harry had been known to pull off the impossible before...