The Fifth Year Mage

“Harry, stand up please,” said Dumbledore. Harry stood, and walked towards the door. “Harry, where are you going?”

“Well, I figured you don’t want me to know, so I was going to leave and…”

“Harry, come here.” Harry walked back towards Dumbledore’s desk. “Here is our mage.”

Harry looked at Dumbledore as if he were sprouting wings. “For once,” said Harry, “I can’t believe you.”

“Then,” said Dumbledore, smiling, “explain the incident with the Death Eaters.”

“Well, ummm, it’s the same way I blew up Aunt Marge in my third year, and blew up the telly, and dyed my teacher’s hair blue, and made the glass in the snake exhibit at the zoo disappear…doesn’t everybody do that?”

“No,” said Dumbledore, “now, tell us about your dream.”

“Well, sir, pretty much it was a conversation between Voldemort,” nobody in the room flinched, “Wormtail,” Sirius’ eyes narrowed dangerously, “and Lucius. Voldemort said that he had to get me before my fifteenth birthday, and to get me tonight. I woke up then, and wrote you…why does he want me before my fifteenth birthday?”

“That is when a mage gets their full powers Harry,” said Dumbledore. “If I’m not mistaken, you shall get your powers tomorrow night. You’re going to need someone with you. Getting your powers is a dangerous thing for the things around you.”

“What do you mean?” asked Mr. Weasley.

“I believer you remember when the Marauders blew up the Great Hall?”

“Yes,” muttered Snape, “who could forget?”

“Well, a normal mage would do ten times the damage. Since Harry is prophesized to be more powerful than Merlin, who blew up a castle when he got his powers…”

“Well,” said Sirius, “I didn’t think anyone could kill the Great Hall more than us.”

“Sirius,” said Remus, “Harry isn’t going to need any more ideas.”

“So,” said Dumbledore, “Professor Snape will be your guardian this summer.”

Snape fainted dead away. “Wait,” said Harry, “back up. First I’m a mage, next I’ve got to live with…him?!”

“Yes, you need a wizard around to help you control you. This way, you can live here, and be under the care of the different teachers. You see, when mages get their powers, they’re volatile. Things will happen around you that you won’t be able to control at first. Your training will begin the day that you get your powers.”

“So, I’ll get my powers tomorrow night, blow up the castle, and start training in the morning?”

Most of the people snickered at his all-too-innocent tone. Dumbledore smiled and his eyes twinkled. “Yes, that’s about it. Anybody care to revive Severus?”

“I will!” cried Sirius. A bucket of water appeared over his head. It turned over and disappeared.

“AHHH!!”

“Ahh, Severus, nice to have you back in the world of the living,” said Dumbledore.

* * *

“So, Professor, where are we going?” asked Harry.

“First off, Potter, we are not in class. Do not call me Professor.”

“Then…ummm…what should I call you?”

“Sir.”

“Huh? You want me to spend the summer calling you Sir?”

“Or Snape, whichever you prefer.”

“Okay, so, Snape, where are we going?” Harry asked again as they headed towards the Great Hall.

“Somewhere where you’ll do less damage, and somewhere where Muggles won’t notice.”

“Which would be?”

“Shut up.”

“Umm…where exactly is Shut Up?”

“Potter, I’m warning you. Shut Up.”

“Sir, yes Sir!”

“POTTER!!!”

“Sir, what, Sir?”

“This is not boot camp.”

“Sir, yes Sir!”

“If you’re going to do this, at least call me…General.”

“Sir yes Sir! Sir, permission to speak, Sir!?”

“Granted.”

“Sir, where are we going, Sir?!”

“No answer granted, soldier. Now, shut up.”

“Sir, yes…”

“I SAID SHUT UP SOLDIER!!!!!”

“Sir, I must respond, Sir!”

“Good grief,” muttered Snape, “I wish he was this obedient in class.”

“Severus!”

“I wanted to speak to Harry.”

“Sir, permission, sir?” asked Harry.

“Permission granted. But make it quick. You’ll be getting your powers in less than an hour.

“First off, Harry, why are you saying Sir?” asked McGonagall suspiciously.

“Ma’m, General Severus requests it, Ma’m!”

“Harry, well, I don’t. Now, I want you to be careful. Do you want somebody else to go along?

“Honestly, no, I’ve just about driven Snape up a wall.”

“Alright.” Harry saluted and marched over to Snape. Snape just rolled his eys. “Alright, Potter. We’re going to the Himalayas.” Snape handed him some Floo powder. “Now, move out soldier!”

Harry grinned to himself and marched over to the fireplace. Maybe I’ll do this during the school year too, thought Harry.

He threw the Floo powder into the fireplace, stepped in, shouted, “Himalayas,” and disappeared. Snape quickly followed.

* * *

It was five more minutes. Five more minutes until Harry turned fifteen.

“Potter, why are you acting like an idiot?” asked Snape, trying to make some sort of conversation.

“Sir, permission not to act like an idiot, Sir?”

“Permission granted.”

“Well, you see, Vernon says that I go to St. Brutus’s Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. Might as well put some truth into it.”

“I see…” All of a sudden there was a blinding light. It sounded as if the mountain was falling. When the light went away, Snape saw that it was gone. There was no mountain left. They were just floating in the air.

Harry had changed also. A lot. His hair was neat, and had blond highlights. He seemed to have grown, a lot. He was now at least six foot three, if not more. He had filled out, and was not scrawny anymore. His glasses had disappeared, and he was glowing.

“Okay, ummm…Professor Snape, umm, Sir, what do I do now?”

“Try to repair the mountain for God’s sake!”