The next morning in the middle my lesson's, something tugged at the edge of my thoughts. I new Harry was dealing with or being abused by the Dursley's right now. I remembered over hearing over the years how my mother hated how he was being treated. My dad even read the newspaper about Voldemort's Infront of me.
I wanted to ask and see if we could do anything for the boy who lived.
I raised my hand toward my mother. " Excuse me mom... I have a question?"
Mom paused from the lesson of the History of Magic she was teaching me. Her gaze on me was soft and said I had her undivided attention. "Yes Callum, what is your question." She said.
I hesitated. I needed to make sure I phrased my question properly, Then said it. " I remember seeing something about a Harry Potter. I also overheard you and dad talking about how you hate how he was being treated. Who is Harry and why is he being treated poorly?"
The air then shifted. It was subtle, but I felt it. Like a gust of wind under closed doors. Mom didn't speak right away, but her gaze on me shifted. She had that same analytical gaze she has when she is watching me carefully. It reminded me how Mana looked at me for some reason.
Then mom sighed, her gaze softening as she snapped her fingers. Then the tea set from the side of the room began to brew tea, as she sat at the table across from me. "Ok Callum, since your are a bright boy I am gonna tell you a story."
My mind raced as I focused on my mother's words.
"Harry Potter, is the son of a old classmate of mine. His mother Lily was my best friend. Me and her along with another girl named Alice, were really close almost like sister's you could say."
So mom was close to Lilly Potter and Alice Longbottom. This is new and very interesting development.
"When the three of us graduated from Hogwarts, we made a promise to each other. We would become the other's child godmother, so if anything happened to one or the two of us the children would be taken care of. But then Harry's mother died, but instead of him coming to live with us. He was sent to live with his mother's sister. She and her husband don' have magic and hate it and our people. They constantly treat Harry Horribly, compared to their own son."
Now this is very interesting. Alice and Lilly are my godmother's. So now my life with Harry is even more intertwined. Which means I am set up more easily to save him. But what about Alice?
Callum then asked his mother another question. He wanted to see how much of the worlds lore had changed or stayed the same. "Then why isn't Harry with us or your other friend Alice?"
Mom's eyes narrowed in frustration. "My friend Alice and her husband was terribly hurt, and is not fit take care of herself, and her own son. As for why he wasn't brought to us. It was because an old sly man and his influence. That is the reason Harry is not with us." Mom said sipping her tea, irritation could be heard in her voice.
So she must mean Dumbledore, that old man is sly and does have a lot of influence. But why would he stop my mom from taking care of Harry? Not surprising considering the man did nothing while Serious Black wasted away in Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit.
Mom continued. "I wanted to go take him from those muggle fools, but you father stopped me. He told me to be patient, but the moment I had enough I will go grabbed him myself. Those monster's will be lucky if I let them finish living out the rest of their short miserable lives as humans."
My mother face had a beautiful smile on her face, but the air around her shifted with magic. The tea in my cup froze solid.
"Ok Callum. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes ma'am it does, thank you." I said
Mom got up and kissed my forehead. "Good then let's continue the lesson before we stop for lunch."
We tore through magical history and it's understanding before 10 O'clock. Then she started me on charms. Grabbing every book we had on them in the manor. "Okay Callum we will start with the Levitation Charm. Just so you know the manor has very powerful wards and barriers, so we can do magic here without being detected or bothered."
My eyes widen. That was amazing, not only for practicing magic but also for not being bothered.
"You must also understand, I do not use a wand, not to say I don't have one. Wands have their uses but I do not need one. So I will teach you how to be proficient with what some call wandless magic. Just know this is how magic is meant to be wielded by true masters."
This was getting good, not only was about to learn magic but wandless magic at that.
Then mom waved her hand and summoned four items to the table. A owl feather. A butterknife. A metal ball. And a bucket of water. Mom explained that before we practiced the charm, she would explain what charms are and how to feel the magic.
A charm, also known as an enchantment, was a spell that added certain properties to an object or individual. The art of producing charms was known as charmwork. Charms which were designed to be malicious or otherwise drew their power from the dark side were called Dark charms. An object that has a lasting charm placed on it is called bewitched, though charms, in general, appeared to last longer than other spells.
Charms cover a large range of different spells. Their natures dependent on the intent of the user and the target of the spell. New and unexpected properties and/or making the target perform certain actions can occur, among other possible effects.
For example, the Engorgement Charm made will make a object grow larger in size. The Levitation Charm caused an object to fly through the air. The Cheering Charm alter a person's mood and make them joyful or happier. Charms are distinguished from transfiguration spells. A charm will add or changed the properties of an object while transfiguration changes the object itself.
So at first mom made me mediate in the manor garden. "Feel the magical energy around you and in you. From the air around you to the ground underneath your feat. You are able to touch it whenever you want." She said.
As I sat there my feet crossed, and my mind cleared. I used my mind's eyes to feel perceive the magic around me. And what I saw was beautiful. Particles of magic around me, they were all different colors. Green, white, blue. Then my mother sat down in front of me, and what I saw scared me to the point I stopped using minds eye. Mom was different, the sheer intensity of the magic radiating from her. It was like staring into a raging golden sun. A cosmic force pulsing with limitless magical energy. I felt like in that one moment If I didn't stop using Mind's Eye I would have died.
Mom then walked me through the proper incantations and the intent of the levitation charm. While meditating. I managed levitate the feather, butterknife and metal ball. The bucket of water was different. She made hold it over my head for as long as possible.
The bucket dropped water on my head multiple times. My face was covered in sweat and water to the point I didn't which was which. Mom and I did this up until 12 o'clock. "Alright Callum, let's go eat and we will resume lesson's after." Mom said snapping her fingers.
My clothes became dry and clean. As we sat the table enjoying a curry goat with some a side of sliced veggies, plantains, and some green tea. Dad came home early for lunch with us.
As we sat down and talked mom told dad about how she told me about Lilly and Alice. So dad decided to tell me about the current state of the wizarding world.
Dad told me about the war that passed a few years ago. He talked about the Death Eaters and how spoke on they were the closest thing to Nazi's. The life's lost in alleys, and safehouses, in hidden corners of Britain and the rest of the world. My father spoke with low, heavy tones—like recounting a battlefield.
He told me about the Purebloods families and their obsession with their dyeing legacy. Their false illusion of superiority. How many of them treated Half-bloods like pests and Muggleborns like mud under their boots.
My father's hands then curled into fists. "It's not so different from what I grew up with," he said. "In America, I saw racism, real, deep, hateful racism. The magical world is no different?" He shook his head. "Here, they just change the target. They act like blood status is all that matters. Pureblood. Half-blood. Muggleborn."
He scoffed bitterly.
"Magic or no magic overtook the issue of skin color… but barely. Some of the old families, especially in Europe and America they still cling to the idea that being white and pureblooded makes them better. The racism's just buried deeper, hidden behind fancy traditions and family crests."
Samira reached over and placed her hand over his. His jaw relaxed slightly.
"Your mother and I," he said after a pause, "we decided we wouldn't raise you in ignorance. You'll grow up knowing what's out there. The beauty of magic, yes, but also the ugly truth behind the curtains."
I nodded. Slowly. "Yes sir, I understand. I understand my beautiful skin will make people look at me as a beast or a threat. But I will keep your lesson's with me and be a man worthy of your name and the beautiful body you both have blessed me with."
They both smiled. "Dad came and picked me up in his arms. "I am so blessed to have a son like you Callum." He said kissing my cheek and ruffling my hair. "Just remember Callum. Don't let how other people look at you and treat you, stop you from showing love and kindness to others. That is your choice and no one else's."
I smiled hugging my dad back. "Yes sir, I won't."
After that we finished lunch. Mom and I went back to my studies. Dad apparated back to work after kissing us both bye.
From 1:00 pm to 4:00 pm. Mom drilled the levitation charm into my mind and body. "You did great son for learning the levitation charm without a wand. I am proud of you, but until you can cast it like it's second nature and change it's nature. You have only begun to understand the spell Wingardium Leviosa. When I'm done with you, you will cast it like it's breathing.
Her word's hit me like thunder. I also received multiple notifications from the system, but I didn't check them until today's lessens were done.
Later that night after bathing Callum sat in his room looking at his status window.
[Status Window]
Name: Callum Tesfaye Dawn
Age: 5
Race: Human
Class:
Traits: Blessing of Mana (Rare)
Spells/Skill/Abilities:
Mind's Eye (Rare)
Charms: Levitation Charm [F]
Meditation [F]
Callum's eyes narrowed as he looked at the new spell and skill in his status window and he then clicked on both.
Spell: Levitation Charm (Wingardium Leviosa). (Common) [F]
The Levitation Charm is one of the first spells learnt by any young witch or wizard. With this charm any witch or wizard can make things fly or float in the air with the flick of a wand or thought.
Skill: Meditation (Common) [F]
Enter a trance-like state to restore the body and mind.
This is nice. I can't wait to see how far I can push these two.
That's when a genius thought came to Callum. I will use the levitation charm will meditating. Doing this means I can grow both at the same time. It will definitely be harder in the beginning, but after I get use to it using learning and strengthen other spells and abilities will progress so much quicker.
Callum then sat crossed legged on the floor in a meditative pose. He then summoned two text books from his desk and began levitating them in front of him. His mind became calm as he focused on the training in front of him.
19 Years Later....
Callum stood still as several Avada Kedavra spells shot towards him. But all stopped a few inches away from him. the spells crashing and dispersing against an invisible force. Callum then put his hands in his pockets, as a dark cloud filled the area in a instant. No one could see anything.
Harry was the first to speak. "Don't panic it's just a smoke screen, he's just gonna run away. We need to apparated out of it towards the schools entrance." Harry lifted his free hand as a bright orb of light appeared in it.
But when Harry finished no one responded. Harry tried clearing the black smoke away from the clearing with the light, but he couldn't see anyone. "Dean, Seamus, Ron, Cedric. Anyone?" But no one responded. "Why won't this bloody smoke disperse?" Harry said.
"Because it's not the same spell you saw when we were kids Harry." Callum said coldly.
In that instant Harry turned around, his wand pointed at Callum as the black smoke dispersed from around them instantly. Harry noticed all the people he came with were on the ground. "Don't worry Harry, they are only unconscious."
Harry's eyes narrowed in frustration. Excuse me if I don't believe you with all the blood on your hands already."
Callum's eye's fixed on Harry. "Believe what you want Harry, I didn't come to fight. I came here to fix the mess that I made."
"It's to late Callum," Harry said, his wand still pointing at Callum. "Those people are dead and revival magic doesn't exist."
"I'm not talking about revival magic Harry I need something stronger then that. Something to change fate itself."
Harry's eyes widen in realization " You don't mean the time turners. They were all destroyed."
Callum shook his head. "Harry your to smart to believe that professor Dumbledore didn't have one hidden somewhere in his office."
"Why should I believe you? You killed so many people, you could just go back and do it again. And this time in a way you don't get caught."
"Listen Harry. I don't want to fight you so either help me or get out of my way. I want to do some good."
"And If I refuse harry said with the Elder Wand in his hand glowing with a hum of power."
Callum took off his hood. His face was revealed to be a young handsome man. With sharp masculine features. Short cut hair with a buzz cut skin close high fade. But one of Callum's eyes were closed with a scar going down vertically across his eye.
"Then catch me if you can brother." Then Callum sunk into his shadow and disappeared from Harry's sight.
Back in the present...
Samira sat at a desk with a man sitting across from her, as they both drank some tea. "So are you getting use to the traveling?"
"The man with golden cat slit iris eye's narrowed his sight on her. " I am getting use to it, but I noticed something when I got here."
Samira's eyes narrowed. "You mean the boy?"
"Samira. Is he one of the fragments?" The man asked, his tone cold and filled with suspicion. Samira smirked as she sipped her tea. "You know your soul authority isn't high enough to know this Cain."