[ Location: Gryffindor Boys' Dormitory ][ Date: Early November, 1992 ]
The little black book on my nightstand was vibrating. Again.
It had been doing that for weeks. Buzzing like an angry hornet trapped in a jar.
'Ignore it, Vivan. Just ignore it.'
I sat on my bed, legs crossed, my wand balanced on my knee.
"Pay attention to me!" the diary seemed to scream, rattling against my water glass.
"You're needy, Tom," I muttered, picking up my wand. "I'll get to you when I'm ready. Right now, I have to figure out how to disarm someone without blowing them through a wall which I know, just have to master it."
I pointed my wand at a pillow I'd set up on Shikamaru's empty bed.
'Magic. Feel the flow.'
"Expelliarmus!"
A jet of red light shot from my wand. It hit the pillow. The pillow didn't just fly back; it exploded in a cloud of feathers.
"Oops," I coughed, waving away the down.
[ System Notice: Magic Proficiency Increased. Spell Mastery (Charms): Level 2. ]
'Better. Still too much force, not enough finesse. My Magic is like a firehose and I'm trying to water a plant.'
I checked my status. My Telekinesis was capped at Level 10 (MAX). But my Magic was only Level 2.
'If I want to be a good, I need both. Telekinesis for the heavy lifting, Magic for the reality-warping.'
I grabbed the vibrating diary and shoved it deep into my trunk under a pile of dirty socks.
"Sleep tight, Voldy."
[ Location: Quidditch Pitch ][ Date: November 7th, 1992 - Saturday Morning ]
The air was crisp, the crowd was screaming, and Slytherin was flying like they had rockets strapped to their brooms.
But the real problem wasn't Malfoy's speed. It was the Bludger.
One of the black iron balls had gone rogue. It wasn't bouncing between players. It was locked onto Harry Potter like a heat-seeking missile made of iron and hate.
Whoosh.
It missed Harry's head by an inch, shattering the wood of his broom handle.
"It's been tampered with!" Ron yelled from the stands, Omnioculars pressed to his face.
Harry dove. The Bludger dove with him. It smashed through the Gryffindor tower support, chasing him relentlessly.
'Dobby,' I thought, squinting against the wind. 'That elf got no chill. His definition of "saving" someone involves significant bodily harm.'
I stood up.
'I could crush that ball into a cube instantly. But...'
I looked at my wand.
'No. Grind the Magic. If I use it now, I learn nothing.'
I raised my wand, aiming at the blurring black ball looping back for another pass at Harry's skull.
'Freezing Charm. Timing is everything.'
"Immobulus!" I shouted, channeling the warm hum of my Magic Core through the ebony wood.
A pulse of blue light erupted from my wand. It hit the Bludger dead center.
The ball didn't stop completely, but it slowed down drastically, wading through the air like it was stuck in invisible syrup.
"Nice shot, Vivan!" Fred Weasley yelled, swooping in and swinging his bat.
CRACK.
He knocked the slowed Bludger halfway across the pitch.
[ System Notice: Magic Proficiency Increased. Accuracy Bonus. ]
'Yes!'
But my victory was short-lived. The blue light faded. The Bludger shook itself off like a wet dog, spun around, and rocketed back toward Harry with renewed fury. Dobby's enchantment was stronger than a second-year charm.
It was going to hit him. Square in the face.
'Okay, screw the grind.'
I reached out with my left hand.
'Telekinesis.'
I clamped my mind around the ball.
THUD.
The Bludger stopped dead in mid-air, inches from Harry's nose. It vibrated violently, fighting my grip, the magic inside it screaming against my mental hold. It felt like holding a furious, vibrating bowling ball.
"Diffindo!" I cast with my wand, aiming at the leather strap holding the internal mechanisms together.
The Bludger cracked. It fell to the sand, lifeless.
Harry landed next to me, breathless, clutching his arm. "Thanks, Vivan. That thing was trying to kill me!"
"It was trying to save you," I muttered, spotting a pair of large bat-ears disappearing under the stands. "In a very twisted, painful way."
[ Location: The Great Hall - The Dueling Club ][ Date: December 17th, 1992 ]
Gilderoy Lockhart strutted onto the stage, wearing magnificent plum-colored robes. Snape stood opposite him, looking like he wanted to murder everyone in the room, starting with the man in plum.
"Gather round, gather round!" Lockhart beamed. "Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club!"
"He's going to get destroyed," Shikamaru whispered to me, actually awake for once.
"Oh, absolutely," I grinned. "It's going to be cinema."
Snape blasted Lockhart with Expelliarmus. Lockhart flew into the wall. It was beautiful.
"Now," Lockhart said, staggering up and pretending he meant to do that. "Let's have a volunteer pair. Potter? Weasley?"
"Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells," Snape sneered. "We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. How about... Malfoy and Frostwell?"
The room went quiet.
I stepped up onto the stage. Malfoy smirked, spinning his wand.
"Scared, Frostwell?"
"Of your hair gel? Terrified," I replied, raising my wand. "It's a fire hazard."
' Let's see what I've learned.'
"Bow," Lockhart said.
We bowed (barely).
"One, two, three—"
"Everte Statum!" Malfoy shouted early, sending a blast of orange light.
I didn't dodge.
"Protego!"
A translucent shield materialized. The spell bounced off harmlessly.
"Rictusempra!" I cast instantly.
A jet of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach. He doubled over, wheezing, forced into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
"Stop!" Snape shouted. He canceled the spell. Malfoy stood up, red-faced and furious.
"I said disarm only!" Lockhart shouted uselessly.
"Serpensortia!" Malfoy screamed.
A long black snake exploded from the end of his wand. It hit the floor and raised itself, ready to strike.
The crowd screamed and backed away.
"Don't move, Potter," Snape said lazily. "I'll get rid of it."
"Allow me!" Lockhart interfered. He blasted the snake, but only managed to throw it into the air. It landed angrily in front of Justin Finch-Fletchley.
The snake hissed, rearing back to bite Justin.
Harry ran forward. "Leave him alone!"
But he didn't say it in English. A strange, rasping, hissing sound came from his mouth.
The class gasped.
The snake looked at Harry, confused, but didn't back down. It turned back to Justin, fangs bared.
I walked forward. I didn't think about it. I just focused on the snake.
"Stop," I commanded.
The sound that left my throat was the same cold hiss.
Parseltongue.
The snake froze. It looked at me. It lowered its head, submissive.
"Tie yourself in a knot," I hissed.
The snake obeyed. It twisted itself into a pretzel and looked at me expectantly.
"Good noodle," I hissed.
I looked up. The entire hall was silent. Everyone was staring at Harry. And me.
"You're... you're Parselmouths?" Justin whispered, backing away from us like we were radioactive. "Both of you?"
Ron grabbed Harry's arm. "Come on."
I stood there as Snape vanished the snake, giving me a look of calculated interest.
'Well,' I thought, watching the terrified students part like the Red Sea. 'Its fun to be in high profile, sometimes'
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