Wand Of Wild Magic
The Bandosian wild mage is a follower of Bandos encountered during Wilderness Warbands. They primarily attack their targets with magic, using the spell Fire Surge and various abilities. They wield staves but their standard attacks are as fast as they would be with a wand. Nov 02, 2015 Wand of Wonder – Is the wild magic sorcerer making you jealous with all his random magical effects? Are you a wild magic sorcerer who really wants to randomly cast a fireball that isn’t centered on you? Do you just like rolling percentile dice? If you said yes to any of these questions you’ve found your wand.
~ Chapter Nine ~
Just before they apparated outside of Little Whinging, Alastor Moody had instructed the small band of Order members to cast a dissillusionment charm on themselves. Even muggles were bound to take notice if nearly a dozen darkly cloaked and hooded witches and wizards were running down Privet Drive. As they approached the house of Harry Potter's relatives, however, it was obvious that sightings of cloaked figures were going to be the least of their worries.
With his magical eye Mad-Eye could see that all around them the air sparked with wild magic, the kind usually released in small spurts by magical children. The amount of magic that must have been emitted in that small area tonight, however, left Moody's mind spinning along with his eye. The rest of the Order members with him were shifting uncomfortably, sensing the imbalance of magic in the air but not able to locate its source. Explanations would have to wait though, because no sooner had they reached the house than it became clear that Harry wasn't there. Several streets in front of them where an ominous mist hung over the ground, the air lit up with a burst of blue light.
'Blast it anyway!' He growled in frustration, and not even Nymphadora Tonks chuckled at his odd cursing. They all knew that they couldn't risk apparating so close to Harry's house; as it was, the young wizard couldn't possibly be prepared for the consequences of whatever underage magic he had already performed that night. 'Move, move! Let's go!' Moody urged, limping ahead at an impressive speed. The mist ahead was rapidly clearing, and his heart sank at the implications. After they had put a considerable distance between themselves and the Dursley's home, Alastar noticed a large gated clearing on a hill up ahead. He thought it might have been where the blue light came from and gave the signal. Moments later, the group of witches and wizards appeared in front of the entrance to a cemetery. He winced, and saw out of the back of his head that Bill Weasley had also made the connection to the events of the final Tri-Wizard task. Holding a hand up for silence and keeping his wand pointed protectively in front of him, Alastor led the way into the graveyard.
He began scanning the ground and located a large boy huddled behind a grave. He almost turned towards him when movement to the left caught his eye. There was Harry, crawling away from the other boy, and Moody paused, doubting that Potter would ever abandon anyone when there was danger and wondering if somehow a death eater had managed to impersonate him. Before he had decided the best way to proceed, the one who might be Harry seemed to brace himself before standing and staring straight at him, a defiant look in his eyes. Moody shook his head and growled, gruffly covering up the grudging pride that he knew would be leaking into his voice.
'Boy, what have you got to go through before that foolish Gryffindor bravery is stamped out of you? Tell yer friend to get over here, you can stop protecting him.' He reached up one gnarled hand and pulled the hood off his head, watching the others with him do the same. He expected Harry to look relieved seeing so many friendly faces, but instead he squared his shoulders and his face set in a resolute glare.
'Professor Moody.'
'Never got around to much professor-ing, but aye.'
'Prove it.' Alastor saw many raised eyebrows at the bold statement, but he himself couldn't hold back a wide grin.
'Good boy. Ask me something only the real me would know.' Harry only had to think for a few moments.
'When Dumbledore found you after the tournament, what was the first thing you said to him?' Kingsley shifted uncomfortably, and gave the young wizard a disapproving frown. Moody just shushed him and nodded proudly. It was a brilliant question. Only four people were there that night: Harry, Moody, Barty Crouch Jr. (who had received the dementor's kiss hours later), and Dumbledore. The odds were as close to zero as he could get that anyone else had knowledge of the conversation.
'I said 'I'm sorry Albus.' It was the first apology I'd made in years. Well done, Potter,' he couldn't help adding.
'Brilliant,' the boy replied shakily before he slumped forward on the headstone in front of him and began shaking, small sparks of magic jumping sporadically from his fingertips.
'Bullocks,' Alastor muttered in alarm and aparated to his side. 'There's another boy hiding over there,' he told the rest of the group while pointing to where Dudley was still hiding. 'Control the situation here and return to headquarters. Work quickly, ministry officials will be arriving any time now. Kingsley, Tonks, get back to the office and see what you can find out from that end. Remus, you're in charge.' With that, he grabbed the trembling boy in front of him by the shoulders and both wizards vanished with a thundering crack.
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Charlie Weasley's eyes were shut tightly, thoughts strangely relaxed as he waited for the torrent of fire to engulf him and death to claim him. He wasn't at all prepared, however, for strong claws to suddenly wrap around his torso and yank him from his broomstick, carrying him hurtling towards the ground. Mere meters before man and dragon would have crashed into packed dirt, Norbert spread his wings and they glided to a relatively gentle stop. Charlie tumbled into a barrel roll as the young dragon released him and as soon as his head stopped spinning he turned slowly to look up at the large reptile in disbelief. It was uncalled for for a human to get this close to a conscious dragon and live to tell the tale. Norbert watched him carefully, but otherwise didn't react more than shuffling his back legs restlessly.
Charlie watched the shimmer of magic swirl just below the surface of scales. It was magnificent to see, and only visible from such a close distance. He was sure that some part of him must be cowering in terror in the back of his mind, but he was too fascinated and curious for it to register at the moment.
'You know what's going on Norbert, I can tell. Why do I feel like you're trying to tell me?' He felt a little silly talking to a dragon as though they could really communicate, but he couldn't shake the gut feeling that he was missing something important. His fear was steadily draining away and Charlie slid down to sit comfortably leaning against a tree mere feet from Norbert's scaly skin. The dragon still seemed distressed, pawing the ground nervously and whipping his head high to send streams of flame into the air every so often, but he did not harm Charlie and showed no interest in leaving. 'Well, Petru did say my job was to make sure you were okay and not headed off to cause trouble with the mature dragons, so I guess you're stuck with me for now,' Charlie told him kindly, surprised when Norbert turned to watch him as he spoke, seeming to settle ever so slightly with the soothing tone of his voice.
Three hours later, Charlie's voice was nearly gone from constant dialogue he had kept up in an attempt to keep Norbert calm. He was drained, and had resorted to repeating topics a good forty minutes ago. Charlie had just begun to list current Quidditch team standings for a third time when Norbert froze, eyes and ears alert and body poised for action. Charlie froze with him, wondering if this was when reality hit and the young dragon burnt him to a crisp after all. Instead, Norbert made a sound that could only be described as a purr and visibly relaxed for the first time that day. He turned in a quick circle and settled onto the ground, eyes fluttering closed and was instantly asleep, the exhaustion of the day hitting hard. Charlie didn't move for a good ten minutes, not wanting to startle the sleeping dragon.
Finally, with a deep breath, he stood and took one step backwards. He waited tensely, but there was no reaction so he slowly he backed away, finally reaching a clearing after putting enough distance between him and Norbert to equal a Quidditch field. He sighed, and raised his wand into the air to send up red sparks of distress. His broomstick had been lost when Norbert grabbed him, and he wasn't about to walk miles and miles through the dragon reserve with no protection and no quick method of escape, especially with night falling soon. He sat down to wait for help to arrive and suddenly began to tremble, the adrenaline draining away and the stress of the day showing its effect.
When Petru, Pavel, and three other handlers showed up twenty minutes later expecting to find a charred and bleeding Charlie, miraculously holding onto a shred of life after his run-in with Norbert, they were shocked to find the redhead instead sprawled out on the forest floor fast asleep, not a visible mark on him.
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Alastor Moody swore colorfully as he and Harry appeared outside of Grimmauld Place with another thundering crack and both of them fell roughly to the pavement. All the magic swirling around the boy was throwing off his own magic, and if ever there was a time not to draw attention to Harry Potter, it was now.
'Come on, up, let's go boy, up,' he urged gruffly, concern growing by the minute. Harry seemed disoriented and his reactions slowed and delayed. Moody pulled him to his feet and quickly held a small scrap of paper in front of him. 'Read this Potter, come on. You've never given up before, don't start now. Fight this!' As rough and unconcerned as Mad-Eye appeared on the outside, he had a gentler heart than most could imagine. He knew Harry needed to be pushed through this, but he still felt guilty. Harry nodded with a grimace, reaching for the paper with a trembling hand and lips moving as he read the words written there. He turned to Moody quizzically. Mad-Eye just gestured in front of them, plucking the paper from the boy's hand and setting it aflame as he did so.
Harry watched in awe as the buildings in front of them spread apart to reveal Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He stumbled along next to Moody as the older man limped quickly to the door, shoving the boy inside in front of him and latching the door behind them moments later.
'What's going on?' Harry spoke suddenly, and Alastor had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach at the angry tone. If Harry was coming into his full wizarding powers early as Mad-Eye suspected, and at such shockingly strong levels, anger was the last thing they wanted mixed in with the situation.
'This is headquarters,' he explained. 'Order of the Phoenix, we're the group that worked with Dumbledore to fight You-Know-Who the first time.'
'And I'm here because it's safe and secure, right? That's what reading that paper and the building appearing was all about?' Harry's tone was accusatory, and rapidly growing in volume. Moody wasn't sure exactly what was fueling the boy's anger, but if it didn't get under control soon, it was going to be dangerous.
'You're perfectly safe here Potter, not even Voldemort can get to you while you're in headqua-' The blast of pure magic knocked him off his feet, and his magical eye stayed trained on the boy in wonder. The shock and guilt clear on his face confirmed for Moody what he had already expected; the magic was purely accidental. He nearly shivered at the thought of what Harry would be capable of when he had control over his power and could consciously direct it in a single direction, rather than have bits and spurts escape at random.
Mrs. Black had begun shrieking from her portrait after the blast of magic and footsteps could be heard from several directions. Moody's magical eye spun quickly, taking in the situation. Molly was about to burst out of the kitchen, Ron and Hermione were racing down the stairs between the second and third floors… the one saving grace was that Black was locked away with his damned hippogriff again, hiding behind his silencing charms. Mad-Eye noticed an owl with him, and filed that information in his mind for later, wondering how the crafty mut had managed that.
'Harry! Oh dear you poor thing, come here,' Molly said as she came down the hall, arms held out in an offered embrace. Harry, though, looked panicked and suspicious, and when he took a step back as Mrs. Weasley got too close, his wild magic began to swirl around him as though reacting to his desperation for a shield. Moody knew that Molly would not be able to see the swirls of magic as his spinning eye allowed him, but she had clearly felt it and looked between the two men in alarm.
'Mate, what happened?' 'Oh Harry, we've been so worried!' Ron and Hermione's voices ran over each other as they bounded into the room as well.
'No!' Harry shouted unexpectedly, enough to catch them all off guard even without the boom of magic that sent all four of them crashing to the floor once more. Ron was staring in disbelief and a touch of fear, Hermione's eye wide and shining with a mix of worry and anxiety. Molly, being Molly, took a different approach.
'Harry James Potter! You stop that right now! You should be ashamed of yourself, throwing such a tantrum. Put your wand away this instant young man!' Moody groaned at how completely wrong she had read the situation and was not the least bit surprised when the whole house shuddered with the boom of magic that followed, even Mrs. Black shutting up in surprise. No one had been knocked over this time, however, and Moody looked at the boy in alarm, seeing the deep grimace of pain on his face as he clearly fought to keep his magic away from the others in the room. He had never been taught about channeling or directing magic, however, and was instead trying to control it with sheer force of will. If he wasn't seeing it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it possible from any wizard, much less a fourteen-year-old.
'Molly, shut up! It's wild magic, he can't control it! The more you upset him the stronger it lashes out and the harder he has to fight to hold it back from harming any of us. Look at the boy, it's tearing him apart trying to hold back pure magic.'
'Harry?' Hermione had knelt slowly and was speaking with hardly a tremble in her voice, in true Gryffindor style. 'It's okay Harry, we're here, we can help you through this,' she pleaded.
'Yeah, mate,' Ron followed her lead, 'We always have your back, you know that.' Harry didn't acknowledge them but for an anguished cry and the sound of broken glass filled the air as pictures fell from walls and shattered on the floor. Mad-Eye's normal eye widened; the magic of Grimmauld Place should have prevented the glass from breaking over family portraits. Harry's magic was overriding enchantments that had been on the Black family home for centuries.
'Sure you do, that's why you turned half the tower against him last year…'
'…when he already had the weight of the Tournament on his shoulders…'
'…and why neither of you wrote to him…'
'…or checked on him…'
'…once this summer.' Molly spun around at Fred and George's voices, and Moody was surprised at the fury he saw in her face. He knew the twins must have seen it as well, but neither reacted. Instead, they turned as one to Harry and walked closer without hesitation. Harry himself looked scared, but not as though he was scared of the two redheads, but rather for them.
'Well done with the crazy magic, mate. Knocked mum's hexes right off our doors.'
'Freedom is sweet.'
'Now…' One of the twins asked dangerously as they both turned to face the room at large.
'…why don't we all back away from Harry?'
'Back down,' Moody spoke warningly, growing upset himself. He wasn't used to sitting back and watching a situation unfold rather than controlling it. 'He's already been through a lot tonight, he just finally snapped. The last thing we need is the two of you butting in and flaring tempers. I had only been telling him about headquarters and that he was safe, and he lost control of his magic. It's no one's fault…' But even as he said it he began to feel uncertain. Both twins had turned to Harry with understanding in their eyes and Moody realized he must have missed something.
'We're sorry, Harry…'
'…you don't have to trust anyone right now…'
'…we wouldn't either..'
'…you don't even have to trust us…'
'…we left you there, too…'
'…we shouldn't have.' They finished together, and hung their heads, clearly ashamed.
'We knew you were there because it was supposed to be safe…'
'…but we didn't even think why you couldn't be safe here instead.'
Mad-Eye's mind was racing, trying to connect the pieces of the conversation and make sense of it. He was distracted moments later, however, when Harry's magic (which up until that point had been swirling around him in all directions and keeping anyone from approaching him) flickered.
'I trust you,' he stated simply, and Fred and George caught him off guard yet again that night with an emotion he hadn't thought them capable of; they look humbled. 'Where is she?' he asked them suddenly, fear in his voice. 'Is she…? Did she…?' His voice trembled and the magic flickered for longer this time. Moody inched closer, waiting for his chance to stun the boy until Dumbledore could get there to help control the situation. One of the twins opened his mouth to answer, but a gleeful hoot split the air just at that moment and a snowy owl flew down the stairwell. The owl swooped easily through the wall of magic, demonstrating why they were able to deliver mail through wards in the magical world.
'She missed you, Harry,' Black's voice followed, rich with emotion. 'Merlin, so have I.' Moody cursed as the magical shield around Harry, which had nearly gone away as he held his owl close, rose immediately back to full force. The air sparked and even Fred and George took several steps back in alarm. Harry himself fell to his knees, the effort of directing so much magic asking too much from the small boy. He leaned forward and looked as though he was about to hurl, and did in fact begin to dry heave moments later.
'Easy Harry…
'…we're not going to let anyone hurt you…'
'…not anymore…'
'…we'll help you.' With that, both boys pulled their wands from their robes and Molly swore from her place across the room. Fred and George didn't even seem to register this, focused solely on each other as they began to weave a shield spell so complex and customized that Alastor was certain that several divisions of the Ministry would hire them on the spot if they had seen it. Molly was shouting now, forbidding the twins from casting the spell, but both ignored her. Their words were muttered and clearly in sync, but spoken too softly to hear. They were struggling and sweat began to bead on their foreheads as their brows knit in concentration, but they never paused.
Harry was still fighting to hold onto his magic, but as the twins inched slowly closer to either side of him, Harry's shield shrunk back at the same pace. Moody raised his wand and stepped forward, watching Molly do the same out of the corner of his eye. They would have a tiny window of opportunity to step in between Harry's shield dropping and Fred and George casting theirs over a third party. Suddenly, the two redheads arced their wands wide over their heads from either side of the smaller boy and Mad-Eye watched as a net of magic settled over all three of them and Harry's own shield faded away within the safety of his friends' magic, the wild magic finally going away. Moody lowered his wand, wondering how in the world two seemingly irresponsible seventeen-year-olds had created a spell so ingenious.
From inside the circle, Fred and George held their arms out as Harry collapsed into their embrace, eyes shut and face buried into their shoulders as the older boys spoke words that their silencing charms kept hidden from the outside world.
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Order members shifted uncomfortably in the kitchen several hours later. No one had been able to get to Harry and ask him what had happened at Little Whinging earlier that day. Not only was the twins' shield incredibly well created, it also had the added power of a tandem spell, cast by two wizards together. While this on its own still would not have held the Order back inevitably, Sirius had yet to move from his self-proclaimed guard station in front of the three shielded boys. Between his very serious promise to curse anyone who tried to get near his godson (Kingsley had a blistered arm perpetually oozing puss to prove it) and the fact that he had a direct link to the ancient magic and charms of the Black family home, Harry was effectively cut off. Even Dumbledore, upon arriving twenty minutes earlier, had said that though he may be able to break through the shield, he couldn't be sure none of the boys would get hurt, and therefore wouldn't risk it.
'Well,' Dumbledore stood and began speaking, and the room went silent at the single word. Everyone wanted to know what was going on. 'What we know is that two dementors showed up in Surrey near Harry's relatives' home and that Harry, using a Patronus charm, fought them off.' There was some quiet murmuring about this, and Dumbledore waited a moment before continuing. 'We also know that Harry appears to be coming into his full wizarding powers early, and as I anticipated they are quite impressive.' At this chaos broke out in the room. No one could remember hearing of someone so young reaching full powers. Occasionally an exceptionally powerful child would begin showing signs before their sixteenth birthday, but even then it was a gradual process until they turned seventeen and fully came into their new magic. For a boy as young as Harry to be anywhere close to gaining his adult powers was unheard of.
'But Dumbledore, it can take months—a year—before a witch or wizard gets control of their powers,' Lupin reasoned in alarm. 'For those strong enough to begin the process before coming of age it takes longer and is even more unpredictable! That's what started the magical schools like Hogwarts in the first place… with Voldemort back…' He trailed off, not needing to finish the thought that was on everyone's minds: How could Harry hope to protect himself when his magic was in a completely unpredictable, uncontrollable stage?
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'He can stay here, of course. I'll look after him, and headquarters is safe,' Molly interjected.
'Not likely,' Moody growled. 'Already today he accidentally broke through centuries-old charms placed on the Ancient House of Black.' Mad-Eye's words were followed by a stunned silence. Breaking family line magic was nearly impossible. There was a reason Mrs. Black was still hanging on the wall.
'There are ways to reinforce the wards, if-' Dumbledore cut himself off as the door to the kitchen opened and Sirius entered the room, followed by Harry and, to everyone's surprise, only one of the twins.
'Harry, how are you my boy?' Dumbledore asked with genuine concern.
'I've been better,' he said softly, and sank tiredly into a chair as Black quickly summoned one and pushed it towards him. Gtx 750 ti 2gb review. Harry was clinging to a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as though desperate to stay hidden.
'Professor Snape, you need to come see something,' the twin that had followed Harry in spoke calmly, a bold move to address the head of Slytherin on any terms, but particularly in making a demand.
'I need not do anything, Mr. Weasley,' he sneered back almost immediately, just as Harry hissed
'George!' angrily.
'You promised,' George answered softly, directed at Harry, then glanced at Snape before continuing in a louder voice. 'Yeah, you do. Fred and I are shit at healing spells and as much as you treat Harry like dragon dung you need him alive just as much as anyone else. You may be a greasy git but I've seen you heal crazy things in potions class. You're good.' With that he tenderly held up the smaller boys hands.
There were shocked gasps around the room at the deep red welts that ran jaggedly down his fingers and palms, disappearing behind the edge of the blanket. It was as though someone had tried to make the rest of Harry match the scar on his forehead. Snape hadn't even commented on George's frank insults, instead rising quickly from his chair with a sweep of his robes and apparating across the kitchen to begin inspecting the damage.
'Just the hands?' He asked in a clipped tone. George looked at Harry expectantly, but when he didn't answer he pulled the blanket off his friend's shoulders and as it slipped to the floor everyone in the room could see where the welts had spread all the way up his arms.
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'They're over his whole torso, you can see where they crept up his neck a bit at the base,' George reported in an uncharacteristically solemn tone.
'How…?' Arthur Weasley broke the silence around the table, trying to ask the question on everyone's mind. Boldly, George turned to look directly at Dumbledore when he answered.
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'When his magic went wild, he put everything he had into holding it back from the other people in the room. He was hardly breathing on his own when the wild magic finally faded. He nearly died trying to protect everyone else.'