A Boy and His Wand

A Boy and His Wand

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"Albus, do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" Professor McGonagall asked worriedly.

"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life," Professor Dumbledore replied.

The next instant, Hagrid arrived astride his powerful Triumph motorcycle.

"Evening Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall."

"Good evening, Hagrid. Do you have the boy with you?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

Yes, sir. Little fellow fell asleep over Bristol." Hagrid handed over his bundle to Dumbledore.

"Very good, now, all we need to do is leave him on the doorstep for his Aunt and Uncle to find him." Professor Dumbledore made to walk over to the doorstep of Number Four, Privet Drive.

"Wait, Albus, let me take a look at the wee babe before we turn him over to these foul Muggles." Professor McGonagall took the bundle in her own arms to gain a better look at Harry.

"Ach, I can see the scar on his forehead. The poor lad, can't you do anything about it, Albus?" Professor McGonagall looked at him imploringly.

"I would not even if I could. That scar may come in useful some day. I myself have a scar in the perfect likeness of the London underground and it has proven very useful," Professor Dumbledore replied.

"Oh, all right. There you are my wee bonny lad. Don't kick your covers off now, you'll catch cold. That's bet...Great Scott! Albus, by all that is holy, have you seen...?"

"Please, Minerva, keep your voice down. We do not want to wake up the neighborhood," Professor Dumbledore said shaking his hands in the hope of calming down his frantic colleague.

"I am well aware of Harry's...extraordinary features. It, along with his scar, is a remnant of his encounter with Voldemort. My guess is that when he attempted to kill Harry, certain amounts of his powers were transferred to him. It is also possible that there was an exchange of certain physical characteristics as well. You will remember that Voldemort was very snake like in his appearance. Thus the snake like appendage you see before you." Dumbledore smiled.

"Harry is actually very fortunate, I myself gained only Grindlewald's penchant for sweets when I fought him. I assure you, Minerva, that Harry will be fine, just fine." Dumbledore patted her on the arm while he took the bundle back from her.

"I don't see what you two are going on about. I don't see anything unusual about the boy. He reminds me a bit of myself, come to think of it." Both of the others gave a little jump. They had quite forgotten that Hagrid was still with them.

"Well, for a half-giant it may be normal, but I assure you that for human babies what we have here is anything but normal," Professor McGonagall replied. Professor Dumbledore chuckled.

"Quite right, Minerva, what we have here is an extraordinary boy in many respects. We will leave him here, until he is ready." Professor Dumbledore was placing the baby on the doorstep of Number Four.

"Until then, good luck to you, Harry Potter."

Ten Years Later

Harry had been sorted into Gryffindor, the same house that his parents had been in when they were here. He had also met a boy who would become his best friend, Ron Weasley. For the first time in his life, Harry was getting ready to spend the night away from his relatives. It both excited and scared him, a fact that would soon become evident.

"Which bed do you want, Harry?" Ron asked looking at the five identical four posters in the room.

"I'll take this one here. Wow, I can't get over the fact that, for the first time in my life, I won't be waking up to Aunt Petunia's voice yelling my name. I feel like Christmas has come early this year. Well, I guess I should get my pajamas on. Tomorrow's going to be a long day," Harry replied.

"Too right it will. Anyway, Harry, what do you reckon classes will...Jesus H. Christ!" Ron had turned to ask Harry what he thought the classes would be like for them, but was caught short when he caught sight of Harry's anatomy.

"What? Have I got something on me? Hedwig didn't shit on me, did she?" Harry couldn't understand Ron's reaction and tried to figure out what was wrong. Harry had never participated in sports, nor was he allowed to go down to the public pool, so his experience with other people's bodies was non-existent.

"No, you're grand...I mean fine...I mean there's no shit on you, or anything. I think I'll just go change in the loo." Ron nearly fell over himself getting out of the room. No wonder he's famous, thought Ron, he could be in one of those films that Bill used to keep hid under his bed.

By the time that Ron came back, Harry was in bed reading over one of the text books they had bought. Ron climbed into his own bed and bade Harry goodnight.

"Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight, Ron."

"Harry, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Stay away from my sister."

"Um, ok."

"Oh, and do yourself a favor."

"What's that?"

"Stay away from Percy."

Two Weeks Later

Oliver Wood was in a tough position. On one hand, Professor McGonagall had found him, what she termed, an excellent Seeker. On the other, all three of his Chasers had threatened to quit the team. It wasn't that Oliver didn't understand their concerns, having a first year Seeker was nearly unheard of, but without any Chasers there would be no team. He had to think of a way to get them to change their minds, but how?

Meanwhile

The three of them had decided that they were going to quit the team. It was bad enough that they had lost a terrible Seeker from last year, but having a first year Seeker this year? That was too much.

"Hey, Alicia, Katie, let's have a bit of fun with the little boy before we go and hand in our robes," Angelina told them grinning dangerously.

"Ooh yeah, I know just the thing," Alicia replied acquiring the same evil look. "He'll be showering up now, so let's steal his clothes!"

Katie liked the idea immediately. "Yes! We'll take them and hang them from the tallest goal hoop. Come on, let's go."

And so they went. When they reached the team showers, the three of them tiptoed towards the pile of Harry's clothes next to the sink. Harry was in the process of washing his hair as they crossed over to steal his belongings. Perhaps it was simple curiosity that caused them to take a peek into the showers at him, but whatever the reason, Harry's clothing was left where it was. The three females had quite forgotten their plan and now walked in shocked silence towards the exit to the grounds.

Oliver saw them coming out of the locker room and decided he would make one more attempt to persuade them to stay.

"Alicia, Katie, Angelina, please, listen to me. I'm begging you to stay on the team. Won't you give it another chance?" Oliver looked at them all with panic evident in his face. The three girls all burst out into a fit of giggles. When they had regained themselves enough to speak, it was Alicia who spoke up first.

"Don't worry, Oliver, we'll play. I think we'd all like some one on one time with the new Seeker, though. There are a lot of positions we'd like to teach him." This caused all the girls to giggle again. Oliver was a bit shocked by their sudden change in attitude.

"Wow, ok, good. As Captain though, I'll be the one teaching Harry the different positions." This caused yet another wave of giggles to engulf the three females. Oliver thought sure he heard one of them say "I always suspected," and then Angelina spoke up.

"Yeah, ok. Oh, I know, the girls and I have changed our minds. We'll stay on the team, but we want to change our jobs. I think we'd all like to be Beaters this year."

Oliver was even more confused. "You can't. Fred and George are already great Beaters. We can't all be a bunch of Beaters!"

The girls were now rolling around on the ground. Oliver didn't know what to do, so he decided to go into the locker room and thank Harry for whatever he had said to get the girls to change their minds.

"Harry, you still in here, ah, there you are. Look, whatever you told the girls must have worked, so I just wanted to say...Great mother of god!"

Harry stopped drying his hair and looked around. "What is it? What's wrong, Oliver?"

Oliver blinked a few times and shook his head to clear his mind. "Nothing, Harry, nothing, I was just thinking, it's a good thing that Percy isn't on the house team."

One Year Later

"Harry, it was me! I was the one who did all those things, but I didn't mean to. Tom made me do them all," Ginny told Harry through her tears.

"It's all right now, Ginny. It's only a memory." Harry smiled at her reassuringly.

"Oh, Harry. Thank you for saving me." Ginny pulled Harry into a hug that reminded him of the one her mother had given him at the end of last term. She was a torrent of emotion. She had been saved by the boy she had already looked upon as her knight in shining armor. How could someone be so noble and kind at twelve years of age? She could feel her love for him threatening to cause her heart to split. She could feel her stomach churn as her passion made her seethe to tell him how much he meant to her. It was a moment or two before she realized something else was going on involving her stomach as well.

"Harry, would you mind putting your wand away, it's poking me in the stomach."

"I did put my wand away, Ginny."

"Well, then put mine away for me."

"I did put yours away; it's in your pocket."

"Then what's...oh, my."

"What is it, Ginny?"

"Nothing, it's nothing, never mind. Uh, Harry, are you planning on coming to the Burrow this summer?"

"I hope so, why?"

"No reason. You do know which room is mine, don't you?"

"I think so. It's the third door on the right on the second floor, right?"

"No, that's Percy's room. You definitely don't want to go into that one."

Two Years Later

Voldemort had his body back, and now he could finally get his revenge on the Potter boy. It wasn't so much that Harry had nearly caused his death, but because of the other evil trick of fate he had dealt him. For that, he must pay. Suddenly a series of hissing noises caused Voldemort to dribble a bit on the carpet.

"Nagini! How dare you laugh at your master! I am Lord Voldemort, destroyer of worlds! There is nothing that I have to be ashamed of!"

"The ssssights you ssssee when you don't have a gun," Nagini hissed.

"Begone, Nagini! Or perhaps you would like to become a nice pair of boots?" Voldemort slammed the bathroom door shut and turned the latch. The next instant he was projecting his mind to communicate with one of his Death Eaters.

"Pettigrew, pay attention, I, your lord and master, have work for you to do."

Peter Pettigrew, who had been polishing his silver hand, gave a little yelp at the boom of his master's voice.

"Master, I lay myself at your feet which I am unworthy to lick the slime from between the toes of."

"Enough! I have no interest in your leisure activities. I need for you to acquire something for me."

"Of course, master. What may I have the honor of doing for you?"

"I need for you to get me a sports car."

One Year Later

"I...I really like you, Harry."

Cho leaned forward and kissed Harry. He certainly wasn't as experienced as Cedric had been, but he didn't automatically put his tongue in her mouth, either. Harry seemed to have frozen up in surprise, so Cho decided to grab hold of him to speed things along. It was a few moments before Cho noticed anything unusual. It didn't take her long to figure out what was the cause, though. Cedric definitely didn't measure up to Harry in this area.

"Harry, could I ask you something?

"Sure, what is it, Cho?" Harry was a bit nervous. He hoped she didn't notice he was a bit excited to be so close to her like this.

"Can this room become anything a person wants, anything at all?"

"I suppose so, why?"

"Well, I was just wondering, you aren't allergic to latex, are you?"

Two Weeks Later

Ron Weasley was frustrated and confused. He had been trying to get up the nerve to talk to Hermione about his feelings for her, but he never seemed to get a chance. He understood why now; there was another man involved. He would have to confront him, that's all there was to it. He had overheard Hermione talking to Ginny. He had thought they were talking about Harry, but then he had heard Hermione mention a name Ron was unfamiliar with. She had been talking about exercising, and Ron had been picturing her doing jumping jacks while she talked, but then she mentioned the name Kegel, and that the exercises were because of him. He must be handsome, because Ginny said how lucky Hermione was, and how she'd have liked to help her manage. Well, that tore it. Ron would sort him out, but how would he find out who he was? He must not have been a Gryffindor, or else he would know him. Knowing Hermione, he's probably a Ravenclaw. Who could he ask about him?

"I'll ask Cho!" Ron thought aloud. He then ran down to the Great Hall in hopes of finding Cho there. As his luck would have it, Ron found Cho as she was leaving the Great Hall for Quidditch practice. He caught up with her before she had reached the front door of the castle.

"Cho! Hey, Cho! I have something I want to ask you."

Cho stopped. What in the world did Ron want to talk to her about?

"What?"

"Cho, do you know anything about Hermione's Kegel?"

Cho considered slapping Ron senseless, but realized that he was being serious.

"No, I can't say I do. Why, is it missing?"

"Huh? Whatever, do you think Harry might know?"

Cho gave a second thought about slapping the taste out of Ron's mouth.

"Oh, yes, I'm sure he knows all about it. Someone should remind them that his invisibility cloak doesn't block out sound."

Ron was perplexed. Did Kegel have an invisibility cloak as well? And what did Harry know about him? Maybe Harry had seen him, since he and Hermione were late getting in every night. It was a bit odd, Ron thought, that they both would have detention every single night. Ron never knew Hermione to be such a trouble maker.

A Few Months Later

Harry found that he didn't mind talking to Luna, the knot in his stomach actually seemed to be loosening.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you look for your stuff, Luna?" Harry asked her.

"Oh no, it'll all turn up. It always does in the end. I think I'll go down now and have some pudding." Luna now moved past Harry to go down the stairs to the Great Hall.

"Oh, and Harry, just one more thing."

"Yes, Luna, what is it?"

"You've got an enormous penis. Did you know?"