8 A Friend, and Sorting
A/N: Pat-reon: HelloDarkness07
Well, a bad news. My mom has contracted Covid, and is currently in isolation at a Covid centre. She isn't serious, thankfully, but we didn't feel like taking the risk. She's currently on meds, and we won't get to see her for a few more days at least.
I and my family also tested, but the results came negative. I'm telling you this, because I'm currently not in the mood to write too much. This is.. frustrating, and feels so sudden.
I have already written up to chapter 13 on Pat-reon, so you'll get at least those chapters as soon as I'm able to upload them here. But, the updates won't be quick, unfortunately enough.
Just.. wish us luck, and pray everything becomes alright again.
Thank you for your support, and read on!
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"Hello, can I sit here?" A voice brings me out of my focused reading, as I was ignoring Sly's constant hissing comments.
I was sitting alone, in a compartment in the back of the Hogwarts express, reading the book called History of the whole Wizarding World, and not just Britain. It is an interesting read.
I look at the person who disturbed my reading, and look them up and down. While they're wearing trousers and a button down shirt, I'm pretty sure that's a girl, or at least born a girl.
I nod at her, and say, "Please, come in."
The girl walks inside, dragging a trunk behind her. Obviously, like the gentleman I am, I help her with putting it in the rack above, right beside my own.
I offer her my hand, and introduce myself, "Mason Aves."
She takes my hand, shaking it quite firmly, and says, "Nice to meet you. My name's Darla White."
White. Not a surname I recognize, from even the book about known purebloods. So probably Muggleborn.
"What are you reading there?" Darla asks, sitting down in the empty seat.
I sit down in front of her, and show her the cover. I say, "History of the whole Wizarding World, and not just Britain. It's a good read. The author knows his stuff."
Darla looks at the cover, and nods. She says, "I haven't got that one. Where are you from?"
She looked curious, and a bit talkative, so I answer, "London. It was a shock, I tell you, when Professor Dumbledore came and told me I have magic."
"Oh! You're like me then! You have no one Magical in your house too, then?" Darla exclaims out, suddenly smiling.
I shake my head and say, "Well, I'm from an orphanage. I know my mother was not magical. Don't know about my father though, or their families."
"Oh.. I'm sorry." Darla says, sounding a bit ashamed.
Waving my hand, I say, "Don't worry about it. I'm used to being an orphan. How about you?"
We talked more then, for a few hours, telling each other about ourselves.
Her parents are religious, and almost didn't want to send her to Hogwarts. It was after a lot of convincing by Professor Dumbledore, that they agreed. Turns out, old Dumbledore is a Christian as well! Who'd have thought!
Although I have no problem with Christianity, the extremists of every religion piss me off. Even my old religion. Calling anyone different than normal people demon spawn? That's plain evil.
Dumbledore did still have to convince them though, by repeatedly explaining that this magic was given to us at the time we are born, and not through deals. So no, we are not, as they said, Demon Spawn.
Her mother owns a flower shop, while her father is in the Police, so they earn enough money. And instead of sending her to some finishing school or something, they sent her to Hogwarts.
Cool parents, got over their fear of every thing magical pretty quickly, if I do say so myself. I'm thinking Dumbledore did something. But, not my problem. If it helped a witch come into her powers, all the very best.
Darla was pretty cute girl, like kids are cute you weirdos. She was a tomboy, loved to play cricket, and was a bowler in her group. I couldn't bowl for shit, not even in my old life, so I was like every other kid out there, a Batsman.
Along with that, she played the violin, or was learning to play, but was sad she had to keep the violin home.
She was not that studious, as far as I can tell, but did well enough, as she would tell.
But, I'm sure she'll be a good enough friend. My first friend. Darla White.
We talked for a while, and then I went back to my reading, while she brought out a textbook from her own bag to read. The train ride had started while we were talking, and it took 8 hours of a very comfortable silence, mixed in with some talking here and there, to get from London, to the Hogsmead station in Scotland.
I'll have to look up where the train track is, and where it goes from. There's no way this track is connected to the muggle lines, or they would have discovered Hogsmead already. Too bad there's no internet yet, or GPS. Damn.
An hour into the ride, Sly says, ~~I'm going to sleep. Don't wake me up.~~
I just nod, since I cannot speak right now, and Telepathy is useless with animals, for now. With enough practice and training, I know that I'll be able to at least talk with Sly in his mind.
I've noticed that Minds are Minds, doesn't matter if they're Animals, birds, Insects, or Humans. I can feel the minds, but I cannot interact with anything not humans.
It's like, our Minds exist in a spectrum, and while Human minds exist on one wavelength, the animal minds are on another. So, until I completely master my own wavelength, I don't think I'm going to move forward.
After 8 hours, we changed into our Uniforms after an amazingly beautiful black haired Slytherin Prefect told us to, while frowning at the muggle clothes we had worn.
The girl might be gorgeous, but the expression on her face told us that she's a bigot. Meh, I'm still young anyway. Too young, I mean.
Thankfully, Voldemort was a 4 year old kid, so the racism, while there, was nothing serious, hopefully.
While changing, as Darla was outside the Cabin, I wake Sly up to a lot of his hissing. I say, ~~Get inside and sleep in your pocket. I won't wake you after this.~~
I'd had the tailors add an extended pocket on the inside of all my Robes, in my Chinmay face, to avoid warning anyone. The pocket was extended on the inside, allowing enough space for a three foot long Sly to sleep comfortably in. It still touched my belly, though, so Sly will have warmth enough for his sleep.
As Sly crawls inside, once again grumbling about me, I allow Darla inside, and we once again speak a little while eating the candies I bought for us.
FYI, never eat any bean from the Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. You'll regret it. Doesn't matter if some flavours are actually good, you'll still regret it.
Anyway, during the whole ride, I'd kept my telepathy to myself, for a couple of reasons. First, it's a bad habit to have, listening to everyone's thoughts. I mean, I'm not a goody two shoes, but still, I might get too dependent on it.
Secondly, they are kids, teenagers at the oldest! Their thoughts are literally either disgustingly childish, or about how horny they are. I'd rather not experience it, thank you very much. So, I'm keeping my telepathy usage down while in the school.
Unless I really have to. Or there's a good enough reason.
Anyway, after the boat ride with the Keeper of Keys and Caretaker, who did not bother introducing himself, we met with a female Professor near a big door. She told us to wait there on the stairs, and went back inside to probably get them all to prepare for us.
"What do you think? Do you know how we're sorted?" Darla asks, getting worried. There were a few kids making up theories of their own. Ranging from solving a riddle, a quiz, to fighting different animals, including a dragon.
"Why do you think Hogwarts motto says 'don't tickle a sleeping dragon? I'm telling you mate, we have to fight a dragon!" The kid exclaims sounding a lot afraid than the compatriots hearing it were.
Shaking my head, I whisper, "I don't think it'll be anything harmful. We're children, and no Wizard parent looked worried at the station. It's probably something small, like a test or something. Or just random selection."
Darla sighs, probably realising my logic, and nods. She says, "You're right. I hope."
Knowing that the children here are focused on a single topic, sorting, I decide to try telepathy on them.
Until now, even the Occlumency of the Adult Wizards wasn't able to stop it. Although, those Wizards definitely weren't amongst the strongest, so I'm still not trying anything on Dumbledore or any of the teachers.
But the kids are currently distracted themselves, and I won't go deeper. Call me two-faced, but I'm still curious about my telepathy. And I don't think I can train my telepathy without actually using it. This qualifies as a good enough reason, I think.
So, getting in, I'll listen to their thoughts, one by one. Then, I'll go in just deep enough in their minds to know their names, and get right back out. Don't want to mess up experimentations on Children's minds.
You see, your names are one of the most recognisable things for you. You see your name written in a book, you immediately feel happy. You hear it, you immediately try and find who called you. Heck, sometimes you try and find someone even if no one's there.
So, while I think that trying to force Legilimency through my Telepathy will have a chance of making anyone brain dead, taking their names from their subconscious probably won't.
I hope.
Soon, however, I internally sigh, and safely get out with the names of my classmates.
There were about 80 kids here, all first years obviously. Of them, the purebloods, or recognizable half bloods, were more with a mixture of Black, Crabbe, Goyle, Abbot, Prewett, Greengrass, Rosier, Crouch, Avery, and Bulstrode. These people were 37 in total.
Then there were purebloods, whose families were established just recently. Means they were the descendants of Muggleborns, or immigrants, but technically, purebloods. These were few, only 7.
Then came the half-bloods with no noble name. Like a kid named Albert Jones, whose parents were both muggleborns. Kids like those, numbered 22.
The rest, 14, were like me. Either muggleborns, or orphans. And there were 3 orphans, including me.
Right at that moment, a few ghosts came in from the side, talking about something, I did not hear. My main focus, was one ghost, who looked disturbingly similar to my mother. Literally, it was like looking at my mother's ghost, if it wasn't for the very old looking gown the ghost was wearing.
There were 3 other ghosts, 2 male and one female. One male was fat, very fat, and if my guess is correct, then it's the Fat Friar. The other was lean, and looked like a fighter. But he was also covered in blood. The Bloody Baron.
The last ghost was female, and was.. plump. She has a kind smile on her face, and I do not recognise her from anywhere. The fourth ghost, the one I think looks similar to my mum, was.. different. She was almost solid.
While the 3 were a translucent white, and floating in the air, the girl was darker, whiter, and she was flying, staying a few feet behind the three. Yes, I can sort of feel the difference. I think, if she wants to, she could walk on the ground too.
I don't know, I just get the feeling.
Wanting to see if my Telepathy works on ghosts, I tried to connect with each of them, to listen to their thoughts. For the 3 talking white ghosts, I feel nothing. It's like, there's nothing there. Not that there are shields or anything, there's literally nothing. No thoughts, no memories, and no indication, other than my sight, that someone is even there.
For the girl, now that's where things get interesting. As soon as I try to enter her mind, she stops in her spot in the air, and her eyes snapped towards me. 'You're like her!' I hear in my mind, becoming shocked.
She's the first person to notice my telepathy use, and she's a ghost?! Holy fuck this is weird. Her face being similar to my mother's is just the cherry on top.
I look around, no one had noticed anything weird, and the kids were just wary of the Fat Friar, who was having a conversation with some kid. Darla was close to me, but she was also talking to a girl about something or the other.
'Like who? Who are you? And why are you so different from them?' I ask her in return, thinking over the very few ghosts I know by name, within the Harry Potter Universe.. this Universe.
She glances at the other ghosts, and answers, 'Later. I will find you and we will talk. I'm so excited! You're the first person like her that I've found!' and she smiles, brightly.
The other ghosts look at her in shock, like they haven't seen her smile before, while the Bloody Baron takes a step back.. floats a step back? Well, you get the message.
Wait a minute!
Bloody Baron. A female ghost in her 20s. That's Helena Ravenclaw! Rowena's daughter! I'll have to meet with her later. So much knowledge, so much past. Simply, wow.
"Come along, now." The Professor from before says, coming through the door and opening it.
Walking inside, we file in a double line, with no categorisation, and stop in front of a stool placed in front of the Teacher's table. Curiosity brimming, I take a look around the hall as the Sorting Hat sings a song. A talking hat! I bloody love magic.
There were 4 tables around us in the Great Hall, and a fifth table for the Teachers, on the stage. Professor Armando Dippet, the Headmaster, was sitting in the middle, with Professor Dumbledore on his right, and his left side chair empty.
And damn, Dippet was old! Old Dumbledore from the movies had nothing on Dippet! It looked as if one bad breath might give him a cardiac arrest. But, Knowing Magic as I do, he's definitely not weak.
On Dumbledore's right was Professor Horace Slughorn, whom I recognize from the movies. He looks the same, only younger. He was about the same age as Dumbledore, so in his 40s-50s. Dumbledore was 50 but he looked like he was 35 at the maximum. Magic.
After the Hat finishes its song, we all wait for our turn. A Talking Hat! Again, bloody brilliant. Let's hope my Telepathy stops it from finding my old memories at least, because I doubt it'll stop the hat from seeing my new ones.
"Abbott, Charles." The Professor says, and I realise I don't even know her name. Meh, I'll ask my classmates, or housemates later.
The Abbot boy walks forward and sits down on the stool. In barely 5 seconds, the hat shouts, "HUFFLEPUFF!" and he joins his house to a round of applause. Huh? When did his uniform change from plain black to black with yellow trimmings!
Heck, even his tie became yellow and black. I could probably do it too, but not have it triggered by the hat's declaration or something. And not permanently, which this colour change charm definitely is.
"Avery, Lucile." This time, it's the Avery girl, who walks forward.
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Aves, Mason." Taking a deep breath, I walk forward and sit on the stool. I see the Professor dropping the Sorting Hat on my head, and see only darkness for a second.
"Hmm.. Difficult. Very difficult." The hat says, appearing right inside my shields.
I close my eyes, and focus on my Occlumency practice to go in, to meet it, and ask, "What difficult? You came through the shields like they were made of butter!"
Thankfully, it did not hurt me. How though?
"I've been sorting students for 900 years now, boy. While your shields are good, I was made better. And to answer your questions, one, I did not mean to harm your mind, merely enter it, and so I didn't. And two, I meant that your sorting will be difficult. Hmm.. Very curious." The hat says, ignoring my sulking.
He says, "But, don't worry, boy. You are going on the right tracks. Rowena showed me her mind too, and you're almost as good as her when she was your age. Granted your protections need some working.. well, a lot of it."
"Rowena? Rowena Ravenclaw was like me? A telepath?" I ask, looking up at the floating hat.
The hat nods, and says, "Aye. But that word is not something she used. Her mind was simply built differently. She could move things with her mind, destroy them with the twitch of her finger, and even change the shape of the Earth itself, all without using even a little bit of magic. And she could use Legilimency and Occlumency without magic too, just like you've begun to. Very few Occlumency shields could stop her mind. You'll do her proud, boy."
Eh? Why will I do her proud? And what do you mean begun to?! I've been at it for 6 damn years!
The hat looks at my frustration filled face, and says, "There's an artefact of hers, hidden out there somewhere, that was made to help those with superior minds control themselves. I think you will find it helpful."
He then hums, and asks, "Now where to put you? You're cunning, and will thrive in Slytherin. That gift of yours will certainly help, and the snake in your robes is one even Salazar would have been proud of. Then again, you're also brave. Trying to do right by your mother. You also plan on joining the next war among the muggles? Hmm.. Impressive. You'll also shine bright in Gryffindor."
I shake my head, and say, "While I am brave and cunning enough, those two Houses don't exactly agree with me. I'm not goody-two-shoes enough for Gryffindor. I will use anything to survive, and make sure to help out as much as I can. But, I also am not a politician, and the actual Slytherins will chew me whole and spit me out. So not Slytherin either."
The hat hums, and I feel it sorting through all of my memories, again and again. But, weirdly enough, it does not go down to my old memories, as Chinmay.
The hat even avoids the shelf in my Mind Library that my previous memories are hidden underneath of.
It can't see those memories!
The hat opens it's mouth, done with the decision, and says, "In that case. Good luck, and make your ancestors proud in RAVENCLAW!"
I hear the last word outside in the real world, and come out, just in time to see the Professor take the hat off me. I numbly walk towards the Ravenclaw table and think about what I just heard.
Ancestor. Helena looks like my mother. Or now I think about it. My mother looks like Helena. Rowena Ravenclaw is my ancestor! Which means the Grey lady is my ancestor? But.. didn't Helena die single? I'll have to check the rest of the history out, or ask Helena, if she agrees.
I get back to my senses, in time to see White, Darla get sorted to Gryffindor. I smile and wave at her, as she was my first friend here, as I am hers, to reassure her that I'll still be her friend if she wants to, and then look around the table when she waves back, smiling wide.
Along with me, the other Ravenclaw first years were Charis Black, Anastasia Greengrass, Tom McAvoy, Julian Jackson, Lucas Taylor, Aliza James, Harriet Owen, Elis Dawson, and a few more. These were just the ones closest to me. We were 18 in total, with 10 girls, and 8 boys.
After Darla, who was the last to sort, was sorted, the Headmaster stood up in his place, and gave a welcoming speech, with some basic instructions like "Don't do this, do this. Don't go there, it will hurt." Etc.
And then, food appeared in front of us, making us all gasp. Even me, and even those from the magical household gasped, and we all began eating in earnest.
I gasped because I've never seen this much variety in food before, at least not since I got here. Muggle world is still suffering from the Great Depression, you know.
We introduced ourselves to each other, along with a few details, while I asked the prefect sitting beside me about the Professors' names.
The 5th year Perfect, named, Marie Goldfinch, explained, "The first year students will have to deal with very few of all those Professors. In the centre you have the Headmaster, Armando Dippet. He's currently the oldest wizard in the United Kingdom, at 293!
"To his right is Professor Dumbledore, the transfiguration Professor. Until my 2nd year, he used to teach Defence against the Dark arts, but then, he suddenly stopped and began teaching Transfiguration. It was all really tedious business.
"On Professor Dippet's left, is Professor Galatea Merrythought. She's the Defence against the Dark Arts Professor. Previously, she was the Transfiguration teacher, along with the Head of Ravenclaw house, and Deputy Headmistress. But she gave that position to Dumbledore now. The Deputy Headmaster, I mean. Oh, if you have any problems you can either ask us prefects, or Professor Merrythought.
"Then, there's Horace Slughorn, the Potions Professor, and he's amazing. He's the Head of Slytherin House. He's really good at teaching, and is usually very fair to all. But, he does tend to favour talented students more.
"Then, there's Professor Silvanus Kettleburn, the Care of Magical Professor, but you won't have much contact with him for 2 years. Professor Herbert Beery is the Herbology Professor and the Head of Hufflepuff house. And he's really sweet.
"Professor Sinistra is the Astronomy Professor, and he's a bit strict. The other's you won't have to worry about much. Lastly, there's Ogg, the groundskeeper, and old Pringle, the caretaker of the castle. They're squibs, but you better not insult them for that. They have a tendency to get really creative with punishments."
We all listened to his introduction to the teachers, and looked at each professor. Professor Merrythought, the one who was there with us when we were sorted, looked really serious, and strict. We all will have the most contact with her, being Ravenclaws.
I pick up the sweet dish, which was chocolate cake today, and eat it, after the dinner was over. It was a well balanced meal, if you discount the pieces of fried chicken legs. They alone ruined the healthiness of the meal.
Anyway, after the Dinner, we all follow the 5th year Prefects to the Ravenclaw tower, and I memorize the path we took. Thank you eidetic memory.
After many, many staircases, and corridors, we finally came to a stop. I was in the back, with Tom, staying silent. Tom was a great guy, in the sense that he talked very less. Heck, he only spoke whenever someone talked to him first!
The Prefects had us stopped in front of a door without a handle. But there was an eagle shaped knocker.
The male prefect, something Verne, knocked it, which led to it speaking. It asked a riddle, which Anastasia Greengrass, a blonde kid, answered immediately, before the prefects could, and then the door opened.
Keeping the door open, the female prefect, Marie from before, points at the door and says, "This is the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. You have to answer the riddle, like young Ms Greengrass just did, and only then will the door open. If you can't answer it, you'll have to wait for someone to do it for you. Now, come on in."
We all enter after her, and she shows us different points about the Ravenclaw common room.
Right in the middle of the common room was a marble statue, depicting a woman. Rowena Ravenclaw. She looked similar to Helena, and my mom, but only a bit. Her statue also showed the diadem she wore, which the hat hinted might help me with mastering my mental powers.
To the right of us, was a stairway, that led upwards to something I couldn't see from down here. There were also a few photo frames, moving ones, that might help if there's an emergency, to call for someone.
Behind the life sized Rowena statue, was a hallway, leading to our dormitories. The hallway separated into two staricases leading to the Girls and Boys rooms, with 4 students in each dorm. Each year had one floor for themselves, and the tower, being small enough, contained the year dorms, and their bathrooms, on each floor.
I shared my dorm with Tom McAvoy, Lucas Tyler, and Julian Jackson. While the remaining four boys went to the other room. Our trunks were already near our beds when we got up, so there was no fighting over where we will sleep.
The beds were kept at a healthy distance, so that we didn't feel too crowded. And on the right side of each bed, was a table and a chair for study purposes. There was a lamp on top of each table, while the beds had curtains around them, charmed to block most of the noise. But, if someone was calling for them, the Enchantments were temporarily disabled. Same for when a danger approaches the occupants of the room. It was mentioned in Hogwarts: A History.
It was already 10 PM, so as soon as we changed out of our newly blue, and bronze lined black robes, into pyjamas, we went to sleep. Well, they went to sleep, I waited until they slept, using my telepathy to listen to their thoughts.
Dreaming people don't focus on one thought, but their minds are still active. Too active in fact, for me to hear anything properly and make sense to it. So when their voices slowly disappeared, one by one, I understood that they were asleep.
As soon as the last roommate was asleep, which I sped up using Telepathy, I focused on my telepathy and began looking for Helena. It took a while, but since the distance wasn't much, I found her quickly enough.
'Ghost lady?' I ask, speaking inside her mind.
The ghost jumps in her place, but then relaxes. She asks, 'You're that boy from before, Mason, right?'
'Yup. Mason Aves. Nice to meet.. um.. talk to you. Can we talk like this, or do you want to come and meet me?' I ask, wondering how Rowena could do all that. The powers don't sound as something Wizards could do, in any point in time.
Helena's voice then says, "Well, what do you think? Does this answer your question?"
And now I jump, realising that Helena was already inside my dorm room. Thank God the others were asleep.
Putting a hand on my fast beating heart to calm it down, I say, "I'm not used to being surprised. My mind usually hears the intruders coming."
Helena chuckles, and floats down to my chair. She says, "And since I keep my thoughts to myself, you didn't hear me coming. Tells you your limitations, doesn't it?"
I nod, knowing she's right. I hesitate a bit, on whether to mention it or not, but Helena takes the choice from me, when she says, "Speak. I won't get angry about it."
Sighing, I say, "You look like my mother, Ghost Lady.. well, sorry. My mother looked like you."
"Oh. That is unexpected." Helena whispers, her mouth remaining open. She then slowly asks, "Looked?"
I nod, and say, "Yeah.. My mother's dead, passed away right after giving birth to me. But the Orphanage ladies had pictures of her, a lot of them, and she looked just like you. Well, not exactly like you, her cheeks were fuller, and her eyes a darker shade of grey."
Nodding, Helena mumbles, "I wonder." Then, snorting, she adds, "I originally thought you were going to ask about my death."
"Why the hell would I ask that? I'm young, not an insensitive moron!" I exclaim, making sure to keep my voice low.
Helena shakes her head, looking towards the window in thought, and mumbles, "Not many take my feelings under consideration, child. She's just a ghost, what does it matter?"
I nod, but don't extend on the topic. Instead, after allowing her a few seconds of silence, I ask, "You said that I'm like her. Who was she?"
Helena chuckles, and then says, "Please, Mason. We both know that you have realised my identity, and of the person I spoke of. And the Hat must have mentioned my mother already, didn't he?"
I blush, and say, "Yeah.. I connected the dots after the Hat mentioned Rowena."
'You didn't connect shit.' A traitorous part of my mind whispers, making me blush harder. So what if I already knew it all, I still had to connect the dots myself, and I connected them!
Helena smiles at me, and says, "My mother was.. amazing. She was the one who taught me how to protect my mind, and detect intrusions by other users of the Mind Arts. You're the first one that used the Mind Arts similar to my mother."
"How so?" I ask, bending down and resting my chin on my hands.
Hey this is literally a 900 year old ghost! I'm listening to every piece of knowledge she gives.
"You two use the Mind Arts like the delicate art that it is. You're gentle, precise, and most of all, you don't have to use your eyes to use the Mind Arts. The others, they force their way through the Mind, without any consideration for anyone else but them. Sure, some users have been known to be discreet, but even they have to train hard for years to reach that point, and they still need to use their eyes to make sure it works. You, meanwhile just do it."
As Helena finishes her explanation, I ask, "And what about you? Could you use the Mind Arts like us?"
Helena nods slowly, and says, "Yes, but not as well as you two. I inherited the Gift from my mother, however it was not as strong as hers, nor yours, I suspect. Why do you ask?"
I point at her ghostly body, and say, "For starters, your spirit is stronger than the other ghosts. I was wondering if our gifts play a part in it. And secondly, your mind.. I can't explain it to you, but our minds are similar."
I literally cannot explain it. The best I can do, is that our minds work on the same frequency, but different amplitudes. I could just feel, just by that one simple touch of our minds in the Entrance Hall, that we were similar.
"Hmm.. I'll have to ponder upon it, Mason. You have given me something exciting to think on. As for me being more solid, it could be because of our gifts, as you said. Or, it could be because I am my mother's daughter, and hence connected to the Castle Wards."
"Speaking of, how powerful was she, your mother? It's just, the Hat expects me to make her proud, and I'd rather know what my target is. On that matter, how powerful were you?" I say, scratching my cheek a little.
Helena and the Hat, they both told me that my mind is similar to Rowena's. And Helena's mind feels as if I found family. No, I don't mean it literally, it's just a figure of speech. This Telepathy, which I previously believed to have been an accidental magic become permanent, is definitely something else, if even Helena and Rowena could do it.
I wonder if this is like a Kekkei Genkai or something, that just the Ravenclaw descendants can awaken.
Helena smiles and starts speaking, glad to change the subject. She says, "I could do the same as my mother, only a lot weaker than her. I could hear the thoughts of anyone in Hogwarts, if I tried hard enough, and I could move lighter things with my mind alone."
So she has Telekinesis in addition to Telepathy? Oh, man, I wanted Telekinesis too! Well, never mind, I can use Magic to imitate some the effects either way. Well, for now that's just limited to moving stuff around, but soon, I hope, I'll get to add transfiguration to it too!
She pauses for a while, and then has a very sad smile on her face, which makes me instinctively want to hold her hand. She says, "My mother.. she was amazing. She could move the whole castle with her mind alone, if she so wished. And she was able to make all of the non magical villagers of Hogsmead to move away from the lands. She was also capable of sensing an army from hundreds of miles away, and then make them forget Hogwarts ever existed. Alas, I did not inherit her Strength, even if I did inherit her gift."
Boy, Rowena sounds awesome. I would have liked to meet with her. I won't say that, because Helena is definitely at least a little jealous of her mother.
I reassuringly pat Helena on her ghostly hand, surprisingly not passing through, and say, "You know, the Hat said that your mother was my ancestor, which makes us related. If you want, you can help me in my training. While my telepathy doesn't need any help, I will need a lot of help in magic. What do you say?"
Helena shakes her head, and smiles. She says, "You're not the first descendant of my mother to enter Hogwarts, child. I won't help you every time, but if you want to learn something specific, or if you need help urgently, I will help you then, and only then. Understand?"
I nod, still smiling at her. I just wanted to bring her out of her funk. I know why she's so sad, but this is not something that can be changed in a day. I'll talk with her every once in a while, and then I'll make her happy. She's the daughter of my great-grandmother after all, with a lot of greats. I'm still not sure that she's my ancestor.
I'll save the Diadem from Tom's hands this time. It's not an artefact that I'll let him desecrate with his soul, now that I know it technically belongs to me.
After that, Helena leaves the room to go wherever, by shifting to a ball of light, while I just lay down on my bed, and sleep. Okay, for a ghost, that move is one heck of an escape move.
But I have time enough to learn anything and everything. There's no rush here, I have 7 years of Hogwarts to go through.
~~Is the ghost gone?~~ Sly asks from where he was hiding in my robes, now awake from when he had slept. 10 hours ago.
Chuckling, I say, ~~Yes, she's gone. Why, Sly?~~
~~She's a ghost, that's enough. I'd rather not be anywhere near her at any point in our stay here.~~ Sly says, as he starts crawling towards me. He then asks, ~~Why were you even talking with a ghost? And is this going to be a regular with you?~~
Cuddling with Sly, as he sleeps beside me, I say, ~~Not for all ghosts, no. This one's special. She's the ghost of one of my ancestors.~~
Sly hums, and says, ~~As long as you give me enough warning. She gives me the heebie-jeebies.~~
Snorting, I close my eyes and go to sleep.
My Hogwarts journey, has officially begun.
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A/N: So, yeah. Ravenclaw. He's a descendant from the Aves side of the family. And you must have seen this coming, didn't you?
Aves ~ Bird ~ Ravenclaw.
Changes:
1. No TK, but he'll still use magic to mimic TK, that's still in the future.
2. He doesn't know the Universe he's in is MCU/HP, but he will in the future, before he leaves Hogwarts in fact.
3. His telepathy isn't all powerful. He can hear the loudest thoughts, and nothing else, for now. When he learns the Magical Mind arts, like Legilimency and real Occlumency, then he'll be able to do all that he did in the original fic.
4. He isn't OP as a wizard yet, he knows 12 spells, and that's it. Of those 12, only a couple are actual offensive spells, which means he's strong as a first year, maybe stronger than a second year, but he's still overall weak.
5. Mason won't have any romantic relationship with Helena Ravenclaw. The relationship will be friendly, and familial at most. She'll care for him, but it won't be like a lover, more like a nephew.
There will be more, but that's it for now.
Tata!
