Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 17 Birdie
Ed POV
It was my first year of teaching and out of my excitement I didn’t get much sleep. I came to the room assigned for the Transfiguration class which I’ll be teaching.
The students are already waiting for me in their seats. I guess they know what they are doing as in Durmstrang being late is frowned upon as it shows disrespect to the rules and unwillingness. I have nothing against that though as these students really don’t have a reason to be late anyway, they live in the school for one and another is they are away from distractions.
“I am Edward Alric. I’ll be your professor in the Transfiguration class…..”
I introduced myself and conjured the book we’re using. I feel really proud of myself right now. I have spent countless hours into making this book and now finally I can share it with everyone.
“Yes Viktor?”
This kid is easy to remember, his folder is labeled special when I read it but there’s not much information, well I guess I’ll have to wait and see for myself.
So the boy was asking whether the note I put on the last page of my book stands true for what is written. Well yeah dumdum, I don’t make false promises. Wait a minute? Did he just flip through my book like a maniac and ended in the last page? I didn’t see clearly. ‘Why would he do that? It’s not like most of these students can finish this book in a year.
I showed them my next book. This one is more advanced as the last quarter of it is the gateway to the laws of equivalent exchange. This book however is yet to be approved by the ministry and the school so I can’t be teaching it here except for special cases such as tutorial sessions or apprenticeship.
He was happy and sat back down then his full attention to the new book I summoned. He is going through it very quickly flipping the pages with telekinesis and shit only hastened it further and these other kids are raining questions upon me I can’t simply ignore them right?
After all that sharade, the class resumed and the students began following the book’s instructions. I walked around to check in on their progress while giving out tips to those who are having trouble.
I reached the back of the room where a lone student is sitting. The poor kid must have been socially awkward, I read he was orphaned quite early and was made master of the house at a very young age.
“Master Krum, why are you not opening your book?”
The kid smiled. Now that I’m closer I feel a sense of danger whenever I look straight into his eyes. Must have been my imagination.
“I was waiting for my tutor, you see.”
Is this kid for real?
“Is that so…. Well…”
“Professor.”
As I was about to test him I was interrupted mid sentence. The kid looked like he did it out of disrespect so I’ll let it slide, he is a misunderstood and socially awkward child after all.
“How about I show you what I can do and then teach me from there?”
He declared with confidence. He must be pretty good.
“OK, show me what you’ve got.”
The kid placed a block of stone atop his desk, he must have some pretty good storage devices on him. Might be the black ring or the black muggle watch which I actually quite like. I’ll ask him where I can find one later.
He took out his wand and cast it on the stone. The stone changed and took the shape of an egg, it looks vaguely familiar but I can’t seem to find the correct one, if had a mirror I’d check out the tip of my tongue because its right there. He tapped the egg a second time and it began to crack. A small bald chick came out chirping, almost as if looking for its mother asking for food. Another tap of the wand at the head of the chick and it’s now a fledgling. It has red and golden feathers and long tail feathers adorned with natural markings.
‘Its a phoe…’
Slash*
‘Blood?’
He f.u.c.k.i.n.g split the bird in half. Then lifted his wand again and brought it back to its previous state. Chirping and looking around like nothing happened.
“You see…. Its… Incomplete. I can restructure it again and again but it dies after the magic holding its structure dissipates. It doesn’t have a magic of its own and the world seems to refuse aiding it either. Can you please help me?”
“……”
What the actual f*ck? I was distracted by his presentation. I was unable to say or do anything as I simply watch him quickly swishing his wand in the air while muttering gibberish words which led to a young phoenix on the table.
Then he sliced it in half with a black blade that came out of nowhere with apathy, like he’s done it many times before. The cut is quick and clean with no blood sputtering here and there to make a mess, just two portions of a majestic bird. How is that possible for an eleven year old kid? He even brought it back to its previous state and explained his case.
He was saying something but my mind is still reeling and I can’t understand most of the things he is saying. Something about it being incomplete.
Of course it is, the thing has no soul.
But it seems like he already knew that.