It felt weird for Harry to be sitting with the other professors in the Great Hall. He wouldn't say he was their equal, or anywhere close, but just being their colleague would take some getting used to. If bets had been placed on which person in Harry's group of friends would become a professor, Hermione would be the obvious choice, but often, life takes you on a path you would have never expected.
Such was the case for pretty much the entirety of Harry's life.
Sitting next to Rowena at their table in the great hall, Harry watched as the students lined up in front of them . The students were going to be introduced, and it was easy to tell that some of them were probably just as nervous as he was, both when he was sorted and currently. It was a momentous occasion, one that would define time and history.
The hall was nicely decorated, but in no particular fashion other than to give a warm, friendly welcome. The already-enchanted ceiling was showing clear skies still and banners hung from the wall showing four animals representing the founders. Parts of the hall seemed quite empty without several hundred students and extra tables, but large iron braziers spaced every ten feet, lit with glowing flames, did a good job at manipulating the visual space. The flames made the environment seem more intimate and personal, and Harry liked that. It made it feel like something special was about to happen, and that was the truth.
Once all the new students were gathered, Helga Hufflepuff stood up and began to read off a scroll. "I welcome you all to the fourth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardly. I wish you all much success in your endeavors, and before we tuck in to this lovely feast, I shall call out each of your names, and you shall introduce yourselves. We are a family here, and I want you to all feel at home."
Reading several dozen names off her list, the short-in-stature Helga Hufflepuff spoke with authority, and everyone listened aptly. The only surname Harry recognized from the list was Moon, and that was just a vague recollection. This person, however, was very noticeable. She had green hair. Not a bright green either, but a naturalistic green, in many different hues. Harry could almost imagine leaves and twigs and birds in her hair - that's the impression he got. It turned out his instincts were not far off - the young lady, known as Silvia Moon, was an apprentice druid and was at Hogwarts to learn about traditional magics.
The introductions were all quite awkward, given the circumstances. Some of them were skeptical, some of them were nervous, some of them were excited, and none of them knew how to act in front of their peers and elders. Harry knew that would change in time. They were going to be exposed to a whole new side of their world that had never been offered before, and it was going to be the turning point in all of their lives.
Harry was introduced last. To the returning students, he was a new face, but to all the new students, everyone was a new face. Harry wasn't the only new hire either. One of the cooks would be teaching a weekly class as well, which could be interesting. As far as Harry knew, House Elves didn't even exist yet. It would be interesting to see if history would repeat itself in that case, and when it would happen.
Dinner was a boisterous affair, as everyone was eager to try and fit in, and the food was good. Harry would describe it as typical fare for the era, although he didn't give much thought to it. Whether it was his bad childhood or not, he's never really been picky with his food, and he was just grateful for it in the first place.
Sometime during the meal, Helga Hufflepuff stood up and gave some announcements, rules, the code of conduct, and all that official stuff Harry never paid much attention to when he was a student. He didn't manage much better as a professor, and before he realized it, they were dismissed and he was inside his new room. He had a lot on his mind, and barely noticed the walk.
Looking around his new quarters, he was less than impressed. There was nothing but a bed which consisted of some wood with some furs thrown over it, a chair, table, and a wardrobe. None-the-less, with a few swishes of his wand – the Elder Wand – and he had the room decorated with warm reds and bronzes, and his furniture was a bit more serviceable.
His room would only improve in time, as he would keep adding personal touches when he thought of them. He'd get a rack to store his sword and any other weapons he would acquire, perhaps a shelf for era books and scroll, if possible, and some other artifacts he'd collect with time. At least, that was his plan. He'd have to keep everything that would seem out of place in that time hidden away, and he had to be doubly certain at keeping any future knowledge secret, or at least have suitable explanations on hand if necessary. If the worst happened, there was always a memory charm.
His night was sleepless, as they so often were. He found his way into the dungeons, where he knew the potions lab to be in his time, and Helga was more than a bit surprised to see him there brewing some energy in a bottle before the sun had even risen.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.
"I couldn't sleep," Harry responded. "So I came down here to brew something to help for the day, but I am unsure if we have all the materials."
"Well, since you're here, why don't you set up the other cauldrons for me? Oh, and while you're at it, grab some basalt from our stores. That limestone you're using is terribly inefficient."
The school's supply of ingredients was quite vast, and Harry was quite sure that most of them were probably harvest around the Forbidden Forest. Perhaps he'd spend some time doing that one day, as it could be a good lesson to learn. The store room was a sturdy thing with a large metal, unforcable lock, and Harry did have enough common sense to not use magic near it, for fear of spoiling the ingredients. It was the same reason you couldn't use magic when making a wand, for fear of leaving an imprint of magic.
Or perhaps it was something that was selectively controllable and exploitable, but Harry hardly had the skill to experiment with magics or potions. He didn't nearly have the innovation that Snape had. But, he could learn a second course of potioneering from Helga Hufflepuff, and perhaps having a second view on the subject would help him finally make the leap in potions he never had without the help of the Halfblood Prince's book.
Harry looked down at his assembled ingredients, the Flywings and Dusselberries already simmering in his small cauldron. He had basalt, some generic fire salts, a few grams of Essence of Belladona, and a second round of Flywings, all in various states of preparation. With some effort, he could have a small batch of potions done in no time
That's how Harry spent the morning before breakfast and his first class. Helga was terribly controlling about potion making, the exact opposite of Snape, really. Snape would let you blow half the classroom up to teach you a lesson. Helga actually taught that lesson to begin with. Harry couldn't deny that both the methods both had their merits.
Short that lesson might have been, Harry was satisfied with his potion, and the fact he'd have enough energy to last the day after a sleepless night. He though Helga might have been impressed too, because the art of potionmaking is a very delicate and often overlooked field of magic - beyond the basics at least.
Harry had arrived early to his first class, as was probably smart since he was the teacher. He didn't eat much during breakfast, because he was too nervous (and jittery from the potion), and all attempts of the other founders to make small talk with him fell short.
His classroom was one of many that were built that did not yet have a use. A large part of the castle was built with the future in mind, and was the very idea behind Hogwarts. The room itself was uninspired and lifeless, like his room, and it had no personality. It was far different than what he remembered of Hogwarts since it had a thousand years of personality, but he realized it was up to him to begin it.
As was often the case, the idle mind wanders, and his hands fidgeted relentlessly. He could have spent the extra time to decorate the room to be a bit more welcoming, but instead, he conjured some targets to blow up. His life had changed so radically in the last week, where he went from being killed by Voldemort to being shunted back in time one thousand years away from the war.
Three targets formed before him, their wooden forms conjured effortlessly by the Elder Wand. He looked down at the ancient wand in consternation. That conjuration had been too easy, and he didn't quite trust the power of the wand. It was no wonder why people would murder their own family for it, if it made complex magic as easy as breathing.
The targets were vaguely humanoid shaped, that is, until he effortless gouged a hole through each of them with only a blurred flick of his wrist. He'd been decent at puncturing charms, but not so good as to blow a hole through twelve inches of wood without an incantation. He only had one year of learning silent casing, and a few actual applications of it in the next, but he'd never consider himself proficient at it. Never in the million years.
Then, he had acquired the Elder Wand.
He pointed the slender stick of white wood at the target once more, and with a quick slashing motion, a slice about a quarter inch fell off and clattered to the ground. With another subtle slash, a second slice joined its brother.
He never even muttered the words Sectumsempra, yet he could slice the wood with ease, and for the first time, it felt like he actually had a firm grasp on the magic. He could feel it burgeoning, to the point of contact, and with a slight movement, he hit the target once more, causing the slice of wood to fall neatly on top of the others. He hadn't seen such precision since the day he saw Dumbledore fight Voldemort in the Ministry, yet here he was, a youngling by all accounts, with a wand powerful enough to warp his beliefs. It was almost too good to be true, but if he hadn't seen what the wand could do with his own eyes, he'd never have believed the legends.
Harry lost himself in thought, remembering all the tragedy that the wand brought, even up until Dumbledore's death. Harry knew Dumbledore was a great wizard, even without the wand, but he must have been awfully cunning to defeat the previous owner of it, Gellert Grindelwald, considering it was supposed to be an unbeatable wand.
With a final delicate flick, he split the remainder of the target in half and allowed the two sides to fall neatly to the ground. He was brought out of his musings by the sound of clapping, from the twenty of so students that had walked into the room while his back was turned.
"Settle down, and please take a seat," Harry said quickly, not allowing himself to be embarrassed. Surprisingly, they all sat down without incident, and there were plenty of tables and chairs. Every single person in the classroom was different, and there were many different ages as well. There was a pudgy faced boy, and a girl with long, stringy brown hair, and the girl with various shades of earthly green hair.
When Harry taught the DA in his fifth year, he had taught several different age groups, so he wasn't concerned that some of the students were nearly his age, when he had actually taught some that were older. He decided to use his impromptu demonstration as a starting point.
"My name is Harry Potter, but you can refer to me as Instructor, or Sir. The spell you just witnessed was a powerful cutting charm, with an effect similar to that of an actual sword. But with real steel, you are restricted by your own strength, where as the spell would not be. I could not cut through that piece of wood with a sword even if I was twice as strong, but with magic, I did not even break a sweat. This is the type of power that anyone can harness with enough dedication. This class will teach you how to defend yourself against such magic. There are many spells and techniques I wish to share with you over the upcoming months and years, and as you progress, you will become stronger and learn more complex magic. For now though, we shall start with the basics."
Harry held up his wand with two fingers, showing it off to the class. He twirled it in a complex shape that any student with too much free time could do, and emitted a few multicolored bubbles.
"A wand," Harry started. He paused to let the word sink in. "Such a simple creation, yet so powerful, so meaningful. It is an extension of our magic, allowing us to focus it in ways that would not otherwise be possible. You can knock the head off a rose at twenty paces and not bend the stem, something you'd be hard pressed to do with anything else."
"You can levitate a chair, change the color of your hair, turn a rock into a snake, heal a fatal wound, or even turn lead into gold - if you have the knowledge. And as with every tale, there is a darker side. You can cause a man to have waking nightmares, or poison his water, turn his blood to stone, or even kill, with a single word. Magic is not a toy, nor is a wand."
Harry paused from his speech and flourished his wand, conjuring another target. This got several looks of awe from his assembled students. Then, with a silent spell, he blasted a hole straight through it. He purposefully didn't say the incantation, because he didn't want the students to start imitating him in private and blowing themselves up, or worse.
"It is a tool as much as it is a weapon," he continued. "And it bears the responsibility of such. You need to take care of it and treat it properly. This is where we shall start, and then, as this class progresses, I will show you how to defend yourself, from monster and man alike. This class will not be easy, but, I will try to let you have as much practice as possible, instead of listening to me teach you theory. I will even occasionally show you some creatures you may cross in the wild, some harmless, some not.
"So, everyone, please take out your wands. You will get to know it, and by extension, your magic, better than you know yourself. Anything less than that, and you are not using your full potential. We are witches and wizards, and magic is our livelihood. We have to potential to do great deeds, and it will all start from this day on. But first I will show you have to inspect and maintain your wand. The last thing you want to happen is for it to blow up in your hand, or break when you need it most."
Harry continued on with his lesson, and every student paid rapt attention. Harry knew it was a boring topic, but it was a sign of the times that all the students soaked up his every word. Hogwarts was such a new and ambitious idea, revolutionary even, and to have magical lessons from a plethora of teachers on many different subjects - it was unheard of.
It was such a mundane topic, even as arcane as a wand was, but it could be one of the most important lessons they learn - aside from the inevitable lesson on morality and consequences when they realized they can increase the standard of living by quite a bit. Harry remembered one of the first things Hagrid ever told him, and that was that if Muggles knew about magic, then they would want a miracle cure for everything. The same could still be applied now, except there was a possibility of being killed for witchcraft. Harry resolved for teaching a flame-freezing charm to be one of the first spells he would show.
After his first lesson was finished and he had imparted his glorious anecdotes involving Moody and blasting buttocks' off ( and Ron and his backfire slug vomiting spell) he made his way to the teachers communal area. He would have gone back to his room, but he didn't want to come off as a recluse, not on the very first day.
The room was furnished well and quite homely for the times. When compared to the rest of the devoid castle, it was downright extravagant. There were several comfortable chairs surrounding an ornate stone hearth. Above the hearth was a shield with the Hogwarts emblem on it, or at least, an early version of the emblem Harry remembered so fondly.
There were book shelves and cabinets all over the place, filled with items too dangerous for the students to get a hold of, or with just miscellaneous supplies. It was meticulously organized, so Harry immediately ruled out Godric of Salazar of having done it.
A few windows lined the walls, giving a nice view of the forest and the lake, and it was quite a nice day out. Rowena Ravenclaw sat under one of the windows, reading a scroll in the sunlight. She looked quite innocent and unassuming as her eyes devoured the text, and Harry thought she was rather pretty. She would have looked out of place in the war-torn Hogwarts which he left.
Godric poured himself a cup of water from an earthen jug on one of the shelves as Harry took a seat at the room's centerpiece. It was a large, round table, but not the definitive Round Table, but impressive none-the-less.
Upon seeing Harry, he grabbed another cup. "Would you like a cup? It's the best water around."
"What's so special about water?" Harry asked.
"There is an Everfilling Charm on this," Godric explained. "My great-great-great grandfather cast it on this jug a century ago, and it still works like a charm. "
Harry chuckled at the pun. "Alright. I am a bit thirsty after that lesson. Teaching is hard work."
"I'd say," Salazar Slytherin said, just arriving in the room himself. "I heard you we're blasting some targets into splinters, and then you went off and merely told them how to take proper care of their wand. Such an entrancing lesson, I'm sure, teasing them like that."
"I'm not going to teach them anything that could get themselves of others killed, at least not until I'm sure they can handle it," Harry responded. "I've seen wands backfire, and I've seen untrained wizards try to test spells beyond their caliber. Neither are things I want to see happen. And how did you hear about my lesson so quickly?"
"You don't need to defend your methods to me," Salazar let out a halting laugh. "And, my son was in your class."
"I didn't know you had a son," Harry stated.
"Well, now you do. If you get him hurt, do keep in mind that I will kill you," he said reasonably.
"That's… good to know." Harry replied cautiously. Slytherin nodded his head, grabbed a few scrolls off one of the shelves, and left again. It was then Harry vaguely recalled the kid from class. He had scoffed at Harry when he gave them a rundown of the basic spells he'd be teaching them. Harry could hardly be expected to remember everyone's name the first day.
"Don't mind him," Godric said, putting one scarred hand on Harry's shoulder. "He lost his wife a few years ago, and he hasn't been the same since. His progeny are all he has left to remind him of her."
"How did it happen?" Harry asked.
"It's not a pretty tale," the Founder replied. "And it's not my story to tell. She was murdered in a most gruesome and unforgiving manner… and we try not to bring it up if possible."
Harry nodded his head, not letting it show that he was shocked. Not shocked that Salazar's wife was murdered, but by the fact that Salazar had a wife at all. Then again, Harry had personally ended the Slytherin line when he killed Voldemort.
"Anyone else married that I should know about?" Harry asked, partly in jest, partly serious. It was important information to know.
"Married five years," Helga spoke up.
"Yeah, and she hasn't stopped gushing about how nice he is since," Godric said. "I've been waiting until the countryside becomes more stable before settling down, and Rowena would sooner marry her books."
"Oh, shush Godric. All because there are no women desperate enough to take you in doesn't mean you have to pass off your misfortune onto the rest of us."
Godric leaned in closer to Harry's ear and whispered. "She's just upset that her books don't snuggle back and talk to her.)
After sitting down, he took a deep pull from the surprising cold glass of water. He didn't have much to do until later that day when he had his second class to teach. There was a water clock on one shelf, made of silver, and it was quite intricate. It was only after staring at it for a minute did he come to the startling conclusion that he had smashed this very device in Dumbledore's office at the end of his fifth year. That was a bit too surreal for him to handle, so he turned his attention elsewhere.
Rowena noticed his wandering attention, not as if that was a difficult task, and offered him something to do. "I could use some help during my class, if you are willing, Harry. Providing you have a good hand with a quill."
"I can write proficiently, if that's what you're asking," Harry answered. "I have nothing else on my agenda, so I'd be more than willing to help."
"Perfect. Grab one of the large inkwells off the shelf. You'll need it."
It was about an hour later when Rowena's class assembled. He was and wasn't looking forward to it. On one hand, seeing Rowena Ravenclaw teach would be something. He was quite honored that she had asked him to help. But, on the other hand, he was to transcribe her lesson for later study. He was allergic to writing, but educating the future of the wizarding world was something he would dedicate himself too, even if there were some things he didn't like. There is an old saying after all, that to truly learn, you must teach.
Her class wasn't as large as Harry's given that she had been teaching the class since the first year of Hogwarts and there were different skill levels. This one in particular was the newest group of students, so there were still quite a lot of them, and they were all eager.
As Rowena started her lesson, Harry wrote the title page of the lesson out. "Compendium of Sorcery: Part 1, as told by Rowena Ravenclaw, scribed by Harry Potter."
When he wrote, his words were copied to twenty-five other scrolls. He and Rowena had imbued them with Protean Charms, which was a neat spell. Hermione had charmed some coins like that for the Defense Association, and Voldemort had branded his minions with it. In this case, he'd be saving his own hand many hours of extra work by just writing all the scrolls at once. It was much more reliable than a copy spell, which is little more than conjuration, or by temperamental self-writing charms.
"Have any of you wondered why?" Rowena said, starting her speech. "Why do we have magic, when so many others don't? It's a rare gift - perhaps one in every thousand of us can do magic. What makes us different? Where does magic come from? These are the kinds of questions that have been asked for thousands of years, but we still do not know the answer to. It is possible for a wizard to be born from two normal parents, or a normal child to be born from two magical parents, yet there is no distinct reason as to why this happens."
"So then, I ask again, what is magic? What is wizardry? What is witchcraft?" Rowena asked, not looking for an actual answer. "The answer to that is as simple as it is complex. Witchcraft can refer to magic when used by female, but it can also describe a whole separate methodology of magic. What is Druidism then? Shamanism? Runes?"
"They are all different ways to use magic, the harness it, to think about it… There are many ways to use magic to accomplish the same goal, but in the end, it doesn't matter what method you dedicate yourself to, it is still magic."
"We here at Hogwarts dedicate ourselves to Witchcraft and Wizardry, which mostly involves the use of a focus to harness our magic, in this case, our wands. Of course, there is a lot more to magic that just waving a wand around and speaking some incantations. On the other end from verbal magic is written magic, which takes the form of runes, and of course there is Alchemy and potions, so it is very hard to define anything as belonging to a specific type of magic, and magic is just magic. That is what you need to remember."
"Magic favors no gender. Witches and wizards can use the same exact spells just as effectively, but the impact this has on our culture is anything but consistent. You have the elders who are as old and unchanging in their ways as you'd expect. You will wind those types of people in any society, magical or not. These are the same people who think the relationship between a Master and Apprentice is borderline sacred, and that a female getting an apprentice ship is nearly unheard of.
"Perhaps that is why the idea of Hogwarts is appalling to them," Rowena continued. "But not everyone thinks that way. Our numbers have always been a fraction of the non-magicals, and there are some who realize that something has to change if our society is to continue on. There are some very old families out there, who have hoarded magical knowledge away for so long, that only their family knows of it, and when the last one of them dies, it will lost forever. This is what we're trying to change with Hogwarts. We want to spread our knowledge to anyone, regardless of what sort of background you come from, but we have to prove ourselves to our society as a whole before we become accepted. Half of the battle is actually finding potential witches or wizards, as there are many of them who go our whole lives realizing that they are magical, and trying to track these people down at an early age is proving tricky, but not impossible. But, I won't bore you with those details, I just wish to tell you what to expect in the coming years."
The students were all listening keenly to Rowena's words, even more so than Harry's class. They all seemed very interested in anything she had to say, which was a huge change from his time when students would crave any distraction to break up the monotony. Harry couldn't decide if that was because she was a good speaker, because she was quite attractive, or if her words were just interesting for someone who has minimal prior experience with magic. He decided it was probably all three.
"Let me tell you a story of when I was younger, around twelve. I had a wand and came from a family of witches and wizards, but I was relatively untrained. Apprenticeships are hard to obtain, even for prominent sons, so I was not surprised when I, like the rest of my family, would be taught by my parents and uncles. I was happy enough just to be learning the same things as my brothers, which was an uncommon occurrence. It was manly to be able to chop down a tree with a single spell - a man's spell, I laughed - but I realized I could do the exact same thing, just as easily, if not better. The only reason why I wouldn't be taught spells like that is cultural perception, and that is hard to escape for some people, and nearly impossible if you don't have magic."
"Anyways, when I was twelve, there was an invasion. There's been a few over the recent years, and your family have probably told you about them, but this one happened around where my family lived, as well as Gryffindor's and Slytherin's. It was a large invasion, which was ultimately repelled by the King's Army. But, like many magical places, the King wasn't even aware of our existence, let alone our land. Taking down a soldier with magic is fairly easy for an experienced wizard, but I was hardly experienced. And, when they have the element of surprise, and numbers, along with a bit of luck since they accidently destroyed our repelling charms with their fire… we were devastated."
"If there's a lesson to be learned, it's this. It doesn't matter how powerful, knowledgeable or prepared you may think you are. In the face of danger, surprise… death, it can destroy anyone's resolve. Fire is the great destroyer, and it destroyed hope, will, and fighting spirit."
Everyone was listening attentively, and they were all trying hard to not make as sound, because Rowena's story was very personal. Harry decided it was something that he shouldn't write down, or if he later decided too, it wouldn't be in a spell book.
"Nearly my entire family was killed that night. The fire consumed our home and property in minutes, and we were trapped so quick we couldn't escape or put out the fire. They panicked so much, that they couldn't coordinate a defense. I heard their screams – I still hear their screams. Any of them who managed to make it out of the fire met with the enemy soldiers."
Silence stretched on for a few minutes before a brave student spoke up. "How did you survive?"
"Luck. And a bit of quick thinking," Rowena admitted. "I didn't know many spells back then, but the ones I did know, I used to great effect. I knew the flame-freezing charm, so I was not so concerned about the fire, but the soldiers, I was. Everyone's heard the rumors of the bad things they do to girls, things I don't care to repeat, and they take the men and boys into slavery. Death would be preferable to that. But, some of the first spells I ever mastered were a levitating, banishing and body-binding charm. After I hid behind a book shelf for the good part of an hour, I steeled my nerves and made my escape. I wasn't nearly powerful enough to body-bind the burly soldiers in their full iron armor. But, I was able to cause a lot of chaos. In the midst of the dying flames, with my life on the line, I did some crazy magic I never want to try again."
Rowena paused for a few moments before continuing. The memory was obviously tough to remember, but there was a lesson to be told.
"They carried swords and axes. I… Levitation and banishing and the body-binds, a flurry of blades… more blood than twelve your old should ever see…" Rowena paused. "That's the difference between our kind and theirs. A wand can be a weapon, and even the easiest of spells can be deadly. Every single one of us is carrying a deadly tool, but it is up to us to be responsible for our actions, and to learn what is right and what is wrong. Ever since that night, I've dedicated myself to learning about magic, to make sure such an event never occurs again. Hogwarts is a result of that. There's enough protective magic on this castle that they will never learn of its existence. If they look upon Hogwarts, all they will see is a bunch of ruins and suddenly remember they got somewhere else to be. This place can never be consumed by fire, we can never be caught off guard, and we can never get trapped. This is the safest place you will ever find, and such a tragedy will never happen to me again, so long as I am here."
"On a more happier note… You will learn many types of magic while you are here. I survived that night because of innovation. Innovation is bred from freedom, and I want you all to forget about whatever preconceived notions you have, and don't judge anyone or anything, magical or not, until you've learned more, and experienced it."
"For sake of convenience, we have divided up our lessons into several branches of magic, but it would be impossible to cover even a tenth of what there is to know, and one never stops learning in their life. Transfiguration involves changing one object into another type of object, or even creating something from nothing, which is called conjuration. Charms will involve charms, of course, and also enchanting. Many spells you encounter in your daily lives will be charms, but there are also hexes, jinxes, and curses, which we categorize based on their effects. You will understand that better once you have seen some spells."
"You may be asking yourself 'how do we use magic then?'" Rowena said. "And I would answer that the easiest way to use magic is to cast spells, and we do that with our wands. A wand acts as a focus for our magic, otherwise it would be incoherent, and most likely not even form at all. But even then, that is only half of it. It takes our own focus to cast magic as well, concentration, discipline, and knowledge of what you want to occur. Your willpower is important, and without it, your spells may not have the desired effect, or they may not work at all. Once you have learned discipline, then, and only then, will you be able to start learning other techniques."
"I can talk about magic all day, or I can show you what I mean," Rowena declared. "I will teach you a spell, and you can see for yourselves that its effectiveness increases with how adept you are at it. Now, please, everyone take out your wands and copy what I do. Using the proper wand movements can be the difference between illuminating a room or setting it on fire, so it is important that you pay attention."
Harry continued to write down all of her words, but he was careful to omit the parts where she was addressing the class directly. In essence, he was writing a book, and quite possibly the first Hogwarts book in history. He didn't want to mess it up, and he had to make sure the lessons were clear so the students could refer to it later on.
"For some of you, this will be the first ever piece of magic you will learn, but it doesn't matter if I teach it to you, or any of the other instructors; most spells will involve the same basic steps. So, the first step is how you control your wand, and for this spell, you simply create a circle with your wand, but the trick for this particular effect is to stop at the same spot you started at. Doing that will give you the greatest effect, but it may still work if you are sloppy."
The students all obediently waved their wands around, most of them looking like idiots. Then again, most of them had never held a wand before that day. Even the way they gripped their wands was wrong, but that would be something they'd learn by doing, so Harry said nothing. It would not do to discourage a potential witch or wizard.
This went on for a few minutes while Rowena travelled the room and helped them with their form. It was a novel effort at best, but it did help some.
"Good. Now, the incantation is very simple. But, as with any spell, if you mispronounce it, it may either not work, or do something different entirely. Don't be afraid though, as we can undo any damage that is caused. The incantation for this spell is 'Lumos'. If done correctly, you will notice light emitting from the end of your wand, and its brightness will be an indicator of how well you did it, up to a point. The spell is fairly harmless, yet very useful. But, do not point it at anyone's eyes."
Several weak calls of 'Lumos´ echoed through the air, but no immediate successes.
"Do not be afraid to shout or yell the spell. Make your intentions clear. You now know the spell creates light, so envision it. You have to want the spell to create light, otherwise the magic might disagree with you. If you don't want to create light, then the spell will never work. Confidence is everything.
Rowena's speech had an effect this time, as many shouts of the spell met their ears; all of them successful in one form another.
"Good, Good!" Rowena praised. "This is what magic is! Remember how the magic felt as your wand lit up, as this is just the start. To cancel the light, simply use the counter spell, 'Nox.' That will extinguish your light, and you can redo it again, perhaps even better this time."
The lesson continued like this, until all the students had a reasonable grasp on the spell. It was a very safe spell, and the students could easily try it a few dozen times before the class ended without getting too tired. Perhaps if Harry's class had learned that as their first spell first year, there would have been a lot less singed hair and burnt books.
Harry continued his writing by filling in an entry for the spell. He used a similar format for the listing to what he was used to from his time at Hogwarts, including the common name, incantation, pronunciation, spell type, description, usage, and the wand movements. It was quite categorical, and a bit out of the norm of what Harry was used to, but it was sort of neat.
The time-traveler was quite relieved when the class was finished though, as he had written more – willingly – than he had ever written before. But the end of the day couldn't come nearly quick enough. Between all his classes and Rowena's class, he was tired, and his hand was nearly stuck in a claw-like position from having held a quill for so long.
But, just when he'd thought he'd call it a night, Salazar wanted to talk with him, as was agreed when Harry had asked to teach at Hogwarts. Harry had been led to Salazar's 'workshop' which housed all sorts of odd things before he could even protest.
On one wall was a series of crates that held various snakes, which Harry shouldn't have been nearly so surprised to see, considering whose they were. The rest of the room looked like a messy store room with a bunch of crude metal devices strewn about.
Tucked away in one corner, however, was a plain table with a couple chairs and a few ordinary house decorations – a bit odd to see such normalcy in the midst of such chaos. It sort of reminded him of Dumbledore's office, with all the random knickknacks, which Harry was sure had some magical purpose.
"What did you think of your first day of teaching?" Salazar asked. He took his wand and neatly stacked some of the nearby crates with a simple swish. "Was it everything you were expecting?"
Harry casually took a seat across from the other wizard. He really wanted to just sleep in his bed, but he would entertain the other wizard's conversation. It was the polite thing to do, and Harry would not judge the man of crimes he or his descendants had not yet committed.
"I hadn't expected nearly all the students to be so receptive to learning. I barely taught them anything other than how to properly care for their wand to get the most out of their spells, but they absorbed that information as if I told them how to turn lead into gold."
"Learning magic is a privilege," Salazar responded after some thought. "But we're trying to make it so you don't need to be privileged to have this privileged, if that makes sense. That's not an easy mindset to overcome, so the random kid who comes from a long line of farmers will naturally take to this much keener than the son of a noble, who probably won't even be interested in this place. That type of child will probably continue to be privately tutored until we've proven that our school's combined services are much better and comprehensive that what a lone master can teach."
"There's nothing stopping them from seeking an apprenticeship after Hogwarts. We can live a plenty long time if we still have our magic, and there's no reason to stop learning as long as there's something to be gained from it."
"All true," Salazar admitted. "But change can never be too quick, otherwise you risk offending the people you are trying to help, even if they don't realize you're trying to help them. It will be more than a few years before anything of significance changes in our society, partly because we don't even know everyone who is in our society. There are hundreds of families and villages out there that we are not aware of, I wish to find them. The more people we can get here, the quicker we can get accepted by the elders as part of our society."
"And how do you plan on finding all these people if you don't know where to look?" Harry asked. "I know Rowena mentioned that you were planning something, but she didn't say what, and I haven't a clue of how you would go about that."
"If it was easy, it would have been figured out awhile ago," Salazar said blandly. "We don't know how to go about it, that's why we keep trying out different methods until we come up with a potential solution. It's not something that's ever been done before, but that doesn't mean it's not possible."
"Surely, you've decided on a good place to start? I mean, you don't really get that kind of idea without having an idea of where to start."
"Naturally," Salazar replied easily. He got up from his solid oak chair and walked over to one side of the room. "I can speak to snakes, you know. Nearly my whole extended family can. But I seem to be the only one of us who questions – why? Why can some of us use magic? Why can some of us talk to snakes? Are there other animals we can communicate to? What about the rare ability to turn into an animal? The ability to change the very physical structure of your body itself with just a thought? What determines who gets these gifts? Why can a witch and a wizard have a non-magical child, and why can a plain man and woman have a magical child? If we can determine this, then maybe, just maybe, we can use this to our advantage.
Harry mulled this for a minute. "Rowena was talking about such things before, but it sounds like you want to actually discover the source of our power? My first thought would be blood has something to do with it, well, not blood, but lineage… well, I don't know."
"One would think. Blood is a most potent source of magic, that much is true, but using blood in a spell is quite… frowned upon."
"People don't like talking about that kind of magic, but if the reward outweighs the risk, and if it can potentially change how we think about magic, then I think it's alright."
"Rowena can't stand blood," Salazar said with a smirk. "Even if the potential of discovering something interesting was there, she can't even look at a bleeding cut. I can look at it with indifference though, and I can see the potential in anything. If given the opportunity, I'd swap out a normal girl's blood with that of a witch to see if she'd gain magic powers –"
"Please tell me you haven't already done that," Harry said with a cringe.
"I won't tell you then, but I'll tell you it won't work. And I know that a witch and a wizard of the purest blood can have a... squib, and that it could be true that a wizard with two non-magical parents could quite possibly be a distant descendant of a pureblood, and that the magic is only just reoccurring in their bloodline again, but when I think about all these instances, I don't think blood has anything to do with magic at all, but it is something much more primal that that. Something much more fundamental to our very existence."
"So, you don't think blood is important at all?" Harry asked with surprise.
"Oh, no, you misunderstand me," Salazar said with a laugh. "Blood is the most important thing there is. There's power in it, more power than you can imagine. I'm not talking about bloodlines and ancestry and lineage though. Our power, it's what we are. Without it, we're normal, but with it, we can live hundreds of years, do great deeds worth of song… or settle for a life of mediocrity and not realize our potential. At least with Hogwarts, they will have a chance, but it all goes back to how? I think people who are born from magical families or more likely to realize the potential here, rather than those who merely take our world for granted."
Harry thought about Salazar's words for a second before deciding how to address them. "Well, if our source of magic isn't tied to something in our body, then it's got to be something that's not physical. I'm pretty sure that only a magical person can become a ghost, so there's something that persists that isn't part of our physical being."
"The metaphysical then," Salazar stated. "It's a good idea, one I've thought about before, but proving the theory is all but impossible I've found, without knowing a good place to start. How does one go about this? I don't know. There's no precedence. I am the precedence," he clarified. "Hogwarts is the precedence, so it's all on me, and whoever wishes to help."
"Perhaps knowing exactly what you wish to accomplish is a start. You figure out what you want to know, and then you figure out a way to accomplish it. Like, detecting when a new witch or wizard is born, you would looks for the side effects of magic, not the magic itself."
"Interesting…" Salazar said in thought. "Yes – you've given me an idea, but, no, no, let's not get ahead of ourselves. We will need to plan, yes, no need to get hasty.
Salazar broke stride from his casual pacing and started collecting various items and scrolls from his workshop, seemingly at random. A piece of wood here, a metal rod there, and a small fire, and Harry had no clue what was going on.
"I don't want to get in your way, if you don't mind, but I would like to retire to my room. It seems like you are on a mission."
"Very well, off you go now," Salazar said without even looking in Harry's direction. "I shall not stop until this epiphany is played out."
Harry left without another word, partially afraid to get caught in the way of Salazar's frantic search. He was actually sort of scared that he may have provoked Salazar into discovering something disastrous. Regardless of whether Salazar did or not, Harry would sleep well that night.
Overall, Harry's day wasn't very exciting, but it was interesting. That was fine by him too, since he's had more than enough excitement in his short life to last a few lifetimes. Tomorrow would be a new day.
Author's Notes; I guess I'm sort of obliged to put some notes here since it's been so long since I've posted , well, anything. I decided to forgo a beta, since I just couldn't be bothered. That being said, I'm sure there's plenty of errors in this chapter. I know this rewritten chapter is nothing groundbreaking, or even all that much different than the previous incarnation, but I think the changes are for the better. All the stuff that is talked about here is actually pertinent to the story, rather just some random magical theory that never gets used again like it was last time. I apologize if it's not as good as you were hoping, but I'm just trying to get the ball rolling again.
I guess I'll cut to the chase. It's been something like nine months since I last updated this story. This is partially because I've been busy with my new job (I'm a mechanical engineer), and party because rewriting a story is a tedious task, since I would much rather be writing new fics (which I have started). I know a lot of my stories are sub-par, and I'm aware that pretty much the first five stories I posted are pretty much just shit. This story had a lot of promise I felt, and I enjoyed it, but I think it can be done better. That's what this rewrite is for. I'm not in a rush to finish this story or to even write the next chapter, and I can't guarantee when the next chapter will be done, or even the next chapter of any of my stories. That being said, I apologize to anyone whose been waiting for this story, and I do feel that this is the best HP/RR story out there, and I plan on continuing that. I don't plan on including any of the hugely annoying cliches or contrivances, or any of that stuff that just makes you want to instantly X out of a story.
You may have noticed that I posted the first chapter to several stories a couple months back. I did this because I just didn't care to hold onto them any more. I write to entertain myself, first and foremost. I have a lot of nearly finished chapters to some of these stories (obscure clarity and under the darkened sky in particular) and I even have the next 2 or 3 chapters finished of the divine conspiracy. I also have the start of another story planned (another year 4 fic - sigh), and I may just post the first chapter of that one too, because like I said, I just do it to entertain myself, and I realize there are people who would love regular updates, but I just can't deliver that.