Chapter 122: Apparition: The Art of Teleportation
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It was ten in the morning, and Quinn was walking through a green field with Aksel following behind him. It was the day after Quinn had arrived at Aarhus, Denmark, and Quinn had gotten up at six in the morning to start his day with the two-hour workout exercise he had started in the summer break.
Unlike Hogwarts, where he had to walk across the lengthy webs of corridors and go down the stairs between every period to get to his next destination, the summers at West Manor were different, as they lacked the staircases and intricate corridors.
Therefore, Quinn had decided to compensate that by adding an hour to his morning conditioning session and his evening Muay Thai practices. Quinn had been thinking about upping the intensity and length of his sessions for the upcoming year. He had plans to tackle the mind, his body and soul.
After eating breakfast, Quinn and Aksel arrived at the place where Quinn was going to learn apparition.
Aksel looked at Quinn's back and thought about yesterday and this morning. Quinn had been perfectly polite and manageable while he escorted him through every place Quinn asked for. He had followed his lead and didn't seem to be a problem at all.
Yesterday, Quinn had promptly informed him that he exercised in the morning and asked Aksel to show him to a park to work out, preferably outdoors.
Aksel had met his share of kids from wealthy families; his job had made him come across a few of them. Rich kids who had all kinds of luxuries and, more often than not, those luxuries would make them complacent. They wouldn't know the fruit of hard work.
In his experience, rich kids didn't like to wake up early in the morning and work out till sweat was dripping down their entire bodies. But he had seen Quinn voluntarily wake up and vigorously work out. And from the looks of it, Quinn had been doing it for a while as he looked comfortable doing it despite putting a lot into it.
"When will this teacher of mine show up, I wonder" asked Quinn as he looked around the patch of green that surrounded him.
"There are a few minutes to go before the agreed time," replied Aksel, looking at his wristwatch.
The location of this place was also a good distance from the urban Aarhus. It was in the countryside. Many magical places were like this because they would provide a decent enough cover from non-magical people.
'There's only a simple non-magical repellent ward around the place,' noticed Quinn. He looked at the small wooden cabin in front of him and saw the sign hanging on the cabin roof. 'I wonder if it's a charm covering the area, or is there a ward stone inside that cabin with runes keyed to it.'
"What does that sign mean?" asked Quinn. He knew a number of languages, but Danish wasn't one of them.
Aksel gazed at the wooden sign and read the text written in his mother tongue.
"Haldor's Apparition Class."
'Haldor, that's a male name,' thought Quinn.
After a minute, Quinn and Aksel heard a familiar pop sound; they saw a man dressed in a jacket and pants with a cap over his head appear in the field.
The man had his hands tucked deep into his pockets, and the way he walked looked like he had just woken up and was slowly strolling through his house. It looked like the man didn't notice them because he kept walking towards the wooden cabin without looking at either Quinn or Aksel.
"Hello," called out Quinn.
The man stopped in his spot and turned his head to see two people standing nearby him. His face lightly scrunched up as he wanted to get a cup of coffee before starting his day.
"... Yes?" said the man in Danish. Quinn understood it as he had learned a few common phrases from Aksel yesterday.
"Are you the owner of this place?" asked Quinn.
The man stared at Quinn, who spoke in English, and from his accent, the man could guess that he was British. Then he glanced at Aksel suspiciously. The kid was smiling, but the big fellow with the kid had his arms crossed and was staring at him with unblinking and observing eyes.
"... yeah, I'm the owner, Haldor," replied the man in English, who owned and operated the Haldor's Apparition Classes.
"Excellent! Nice to meet you, Haldor. My name is Quinn West," introduced Quinn, happy to know that he could finally get started. "I'm here from my apparition lessons. You asked us to meet you here at ten."
The man looked confused for a second as he couldn't recall setting up a meeting today. Then he slightly grimaced because his head hurt.
'Damn, I shouldn't have drunk so much. This hangover is killing me,' thought the man. He suppressed a groan before saying. "Yeah, wait here. I'll be back in a second."
He entered the cabin and closed the door behind him. The interior of the cabin had only a single room with no partition or walls separating anything.
The cabin was messy, as if it wasn't cleaned regularly, and the things inside weren't arranged properly.
A small wooden desk stood near the wall that was opposite to the door with a wooden chair a distance behind it in the opposite direction from the table. Moving to the side, one could see a metal closet in a corner near the desk that had its door ajar open.
The door to the cabin was near the corner of a wall and on the other corner of that wall laid a cot that had enough space for one person to sleep comfortably. The covering sheet was haphazardly spread out, and the bedding, too, was a mess.
On one side was a brick fireplace built into a wall that looked like it had been recently used. It was connected to the chimney. The brickwork framed the fireplace and had a ledge over it for storing things. Right now, the ledge held empty liquor bottles, dirty mugs, glasses, and ash.
Haldor walked to the table in the cabin and started to riffle through the unorganized mess of parchment, newspaper, magazines to find something.
"Where is it?" asked Haldor, reading papers, seams of the newspapers, and flipping through the magazines in an attempt to find a particular parchment.
Haldor's hands moved through the pile, and his eyes studied until they caught sight of the item he was looking for. He snatched up the crumpled sheet of parchment and moved it in the path of the sole window in the cabin to get some light on it.
"Here it is," muttered Haldor. "Quinn West; paid in full. Today at ten. Classes will be every day, yes, I remember now."
Haldor, through his hangover haze, remembered being contacted for this case. He had got this client through his landlady, who had suddenly, out of nowhere, brought him a customer.
'Didn't she say that the kid out there is someone from a rich family?' thought Haldor while rubbing his shoulder.
Haldor's landlady had suddenly knocked on his door and said that she had a job for him and wanted him to teach a kid how to apparate, which wasn't unusual here in Denmark, but then, she said that the kid would be a foreigner.
She told him that some kid from Britain would be coming to Denmark to learn apparition and that she had snatched this opportunity for him. The landlady told him that the kid was from a rich and powerful family, so the pay would be extremely good.
Haldor, who was short on money and was deep in debt, had accepted because he ran apparition classes and knew how to speak English. Haldor really needed the money because the people he owed were getting annoyed that he couldn't pay up; some of them had even come up to his house to ask for money.
It wasn't until he had a fat pouch of coins in his hand that Haldor realized the landlady wasn't kidding when she said that the kid was from a rich family. He was able to pay all his debt, pay his bills for the month, and still had some coins left. So to celebrate being debt-free for the first time in years, he went to drink and splurged to his heart's desire.
And now here he was, suffering from a heavy hangover on the day he needed to teach.
'Well, whatever, I'm sure they won't notice,' thought Haldor, and a yawn overcame him and then another bout of headache. 'Ugh, I'm not drinking ever again.'
Haldor, who was thinking about getting a coffee before starting his day, threw the thought out of his mind and walked out to do the job.
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"Good morning," greeted Haldor. "My name is Haldor, no family name, just Haldor. I'll be your apparition instructor as long as it takes you to learn apparition. I realize that you aren't from Denmark, but I hope that by the end of our time together you pass the apparition test set up by our ministry."
Haldor looked at Quinn, who stood in front of him, listening to him attentively. Then looked at Aksel, who stood under the shade of trees, observing them with a lazy, yet watchful eye.
Haldor withdrew his eyes from Aksel and looked back to Quinn. "Before we start, I would like to warn you that apparition, if not used properly, is a dangerous magic. There are places where you can't apparate because of wards and enchantments. And some of those wards can be nasty, so I insist that you exercise caution."
Quinn nodded. He knew about the danger of anti-apparition wards. He had read about anti-apparition wards and knew the variety of extra effects that could be added into the wards aside from just prohibiting spatial travel.
Some wards wouldn't allow apparition when you tried it from your origin/destination point. The apparator wouldn't be able to jump to the destination and would simply remain in their spot while feeling a wall-like feeling while trying to apparate to the ward destination.
Other wards would allow the apparition to be initiated. But just before reaching the destination, the ward would come into effect and they would be violently thrown just outside the ward line. If the person was skilled at apparating, they would only suffer physical damage from being thrown down mid-travel, but if they weren't, there were good chances of being severely splinched.
"This area here doesn't have restrictions against apparition. Thus there won't be any danger in that regard," assured Haldor. He didn't want to scare Quinn before they could even get started.
"That's good to hear," smiled Quinn. He took out his fake wand.
"Let's get started," said Haldor and took out his wand from his pocket and held it in his hands which were covered in fingerless gloves.
He pointed his wand, and at a distance of ten feet, a patch of grass turned bright yellow.
"As you can see, I turned a patch of grass to yellow. The yellow color is the most noticeable color to the human eye, you see," explained Haldor and then instructed. "I would like you to concentrate on that spot and properly memorize it. Make sure that you can hold it in your mind."
Quinn nodded and gazed at the yellow patch of grass and nothing else for a few seconds before diving into his mindscape to use occlumency to strengthen that memory by magical means.
Haldor continued to stand beside Quinn, but didn't urge him to hurry up. He wanted Quinn to be satisfied with his image of the yellow spot so that the upcoming tasks would be smoother. Plus, he felt lethargic and didn't want to speak anything more than his usual teaching dialogue.
"I'm ready. What's next?"
Haldor nodded and started. "There are three important things you need to remember while apparating..." Haldor paused for a second before continuing. "... In English, they would be Destination, Purpose, and Deliberation."
"How about we call them, Destination, Determination, and Deliberation," smiled Quinn as gave him the three concepts he had read in some books. "That would make it three D's. The three D's of apparition."
"I see. Alright, let's go with that," nodded Haldor at the suggestion. It didn't matter what the three principles were called as long Quinn understood what the three points meant. And it was Haldor's job to explain to him right now.
"Step one: Focus your mind firmly on the desired destination," started Haldor. "We already have done that. You've already memorized the yellow patch, which is the destination that we will be going to. But still, concentrate upon that destination once more, please."
Quinn nodded and immersed himself into the memory book that held the image of the yellow patch of grass.
"Alright, I'm done," informed Quinn.
"Step two," said Haldor and tried to put some strength into the speech. "Focus. Be determined, as if you were occupying the visualized space! You have to long for it. Let that thought invade your mind, to every particle of your body! You want to feel from the bottom of heart that you want to be on top of that yellow spot!"
Quinn followed the instruction and willed his magic to transport him to the yellow spot. Quinn called upon the magic inside his body to permeate all over his body.
"Step three," called Haldor, "And only when I give you the command... Rotate around yourself. Feel yourself delve into nothing, but always with deliberation! At my count of three. On my command, now... one -"
Quinn took a deep breath, looked at the yellow grass patch, and focused on the image that he had created in his mind.
"- two -"
The sight from his eyes and the image in his mind started to overlap as Haldor continued to countdown.
"- THREE!"
Quinn triggered and felt himself spin; he momentarily felt the tug and the slight feeling of being sucked, and just when Quinn thought he was successful, then proceeded to lose his balance, and fell over the ground... on his butt.
What greeted him was the clear blue sky staring down at him with fluffy clouds carelessly floating away.
"Never mind, never mind," said Haldor dryly, who did not seem to have expected anything better. "Get up, please, and we will try again..."
Haldor had been teaching apparition for a while now, and even though he didn't get students regularly, he had enough teaching experience to be used to seeing his students fail.
Aksel, on the side, under the shade of the tree, also didn't look surprised. He had learned apparition in a group with his friends and remembered that it had taken him and his friends a lot of time to get themselves from one spot to another.
And even though Aksel was supposed to protect Quinn, he couldn't protect him from splinching mishaps. Of course, Aksel was going to make sure that if Quinn left behind some of his body parts, the damage would be fixed as soon as possible.
Quinn got up from the ground and brushed his clothes.
"That was fun," said Quinn. "Let's do this again."
He thought back to his recent and first failed attempt at apparition.
'What went wrong? The first D, that is, destination, was perfect. My memory wasn't the problem,' thought Quinn, 'which means it was one of the last two Ds.'
Quinn prided himself on having firm control over his emotions and, consequently, his will. As long as it was magic, Quinn's will was the one thing he could count upon. And as Quinn never used a focus, so he was pretty sure his will when it came to magic was quite strong.
'Let's hope it's not will that I am lacking,' thought Quinn.
Determination was the part where Quinn had to imagine traveling to the place that he was imagining; wanting his magic to make him travel to the destination. Deliberation was the part where he would trigger the magic to apparate; it was the thing that would let his magic do the job and appear on the other side.
Quinn closed his eyes and imagined the yellow patch of grass. He then let his magic flow throughout his body so that every part of his body could apparate when he triggered the magic. And then, he triggered the magic so he could transfer his body to the yellow grass patch.
Once again, Quinn felt the tug of the apparition and felt being sucked in. This time it was a little more than before, but once again, the magic was interrupted. And Quinn, once again, fell down.
"Damn," muttered Quinn as he admired the clouds. "That cloud looks like a wolf, or is it a dog."
Haldor sat down on the grass beside Quinn and said. "Don't give up; it will take a lot more time to get to the destination. Apparition is a difficult art; it takes a lot more practice time to get the hang of it."
Quinn didn't reply and used his hands to roll on his back. He then pushed himself into a handstand, and then he thrust himself up to get up on his feet.
He walked to the starting point, lightly held his fake wand in his hand, and slightly tilted his head as he gazed at the yellow patch ten feet in front of him. Magic once again covered his body, and the desire to get to his destination coursed throughout the active magic.
A cool breeze rustled the grass on the ground and the leaves on the trees. Flapping of wings could be heard as birds took off in the distance. The sun shone warmly from above the clouds. All of it came together to create the perfect day to be outside.
Then everything went silent as the wind paused for a moment.
Aksel was looking at the leaves above his head and the light filtering through the gaps in the canopy. Haldor let his eyes drop to give them a rest after a night of drinking and short sleep.
And in that moment, Quinn imagined traveling through the fabric of space to the yellow patch.
Quinn recalled the words that Haldor had spoken to him.
'Feeling my way into the nothingness. That's it.'
Quinn felt the tug and pull of the apparition. It wasn't like a side-along apparition; it wasn't his entire being was being remodeled to be fit into a pipe. No, this felt much natural, a little uncomfortable, but natural.
And then he was gone.
*Pop*
Haldor and Aksel heard a loud pop, one that akin to a small explosion. Their eyes widened after they noticed what happened. Both adults looked up to see Quinn, who had disappeared from where he was standing.
Their eyes immediately went to the yellow patch of grass, and there he stood, looking at his arms and body with a watchful eye.
The two grown men looked at Quinn with their eyes as wide as saucers. Haldor even had a slightly open jaw. Both were shocked that the kid in front of them only took three attempts to successfully apparate.
But to Quinn, it wasn't surprising. Even though it was Quinn's first day performing apparition; it wasn't his first day at reading about it. He had read a lot about apparition magic. Knew what to look for, and that's what he did.
In his first turn, Quinn attempted to apparate and failed. But in doing so, he was able to identify the process of activating apparition. From that identification, Quinn was able to draft a list of possible fail-points.
In his second turn, after activating apparition, Quinn analyzed every fail-point he had considered and checked listed to see what caused the travel to fail. And in doing so, he was able to find what the problem was.
After thinking about it, Quinn realized why his magic failed— his magic had resisted aparating. Apparition was magic that, when activated properly, made sure that the user would be teleported without fault.
Splinching happened when some parts of the body weren't covered with the 'apparating magic' and, thus, was left behind. As long as the entire body was covered, apparition magic would take care of the rest by itself.
But Quinn's apparition had failed because he didn't relinquish control to the magic. Apparition magic wanted to teleport Quinn, but his magic wouldn't let the 'apparating magic' take control. Quinn's tight rein over his magic after the sin vault interfered with his ability to apparate.
When Quinn was lying down on the ground, looking at the sky, he also thought about why he could side-along apparate just fine. Why didn't his magic resist side-along apparition?
Quinn concluded that his magic didn't act up because he let the other person take him along. It was like he was letting someone drive him to a place, and as such, his magic didn't act up.
Back to the problem. What was the answer? Quinn had to let the magic do its job.
If this was any other situation, Quinn wouldn't have relinquished control, but this was his own magic, so he let the apparition magic take him.
And his imagination of traveling through the fabric of space became a reality through the use of magic.
Quinn had traveled from the spot beside Haldor to the yellow grass patch.
He turned to them and grinned. "I am whole. I didn't leave anything behind. But I think I need to work on the sound. It was rather loud, wasn't it?"
Quinn looked at the stunned men and then at the sky above.
"It's a really good day today."
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Quinn West - MC - "I can teleport! Pop-pop-pop!"
Haldor - Apparition instructor - Hungover but debt-free, so he can't complain.
Aksel Thorn - Standing under the tree - "... How?"
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Chapter 123: Mastering Apparition, Plans, and Dreams
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*Pop!*
Quinn vanished from his spot and appeared near Aksel, who was standing under a tree.
"Pop!" grinned Quinn, enjoying his new ability to apparate.
It was two days after Quinn learned to apparate. On the first day, he had shocked both Aksel and Haldor by succeeding apparition in mere three tries. At first, both of them thought that Quinn had gotten lucky, but then he proceeded to apparate five times in a row and established that it wasn't a fluke.
On the second day, Haldor repeated the exercise from the first day and kept it safe. He wanted Quinn to get used to the feeling of apparition before moving on.
Aksel looked at Quinn, who was grinning, and asked. "If you want, we can switch instructors and join someone more competent."
"Hmm? Now, what would prompt you to say that?" questioned Quinn.
"You saw how he arrived yesterday," pointed Aksel. "He was clearly hungover and not prepared. That wasn't professional. You already understand the first level of apparition. So, if you want, we can go and choose another instructor. I know some good ones and can arrange classes with them by the end of the day."
Aksel didn't have a positive impression of Haldor. He didn't like those who didn't take their jobs seriously, and Haldor coming to his job in an unsightly manner didn't make a good impression.
Quinn shook his head with a small smile. "Actually, I think Haldor is a good teacher. A teacher needs to be two things to be a good educator. First, they need to be good at what they teach, and Haldor was clearly good at apparition."
Quinn, too, had noticed Haldor's condition when he had arrived, but he also noticed something else.
"Haldor wasn't feeling good, and from the looks of it, he was feeling it bad, yet he still apparated without a problem. Despite suffering from what I am guessing, headaches, nausea, and dizziness, which are all big red signs for not apparating, he did it without splinching."
"That just shows he is good at apparition," shrugged Quinn.
"Point the second, a teacher needs to be good at teaching," continued Quinn. If Haldor wasn't good at explaining, it wouldn't matter how good he was at his craft. "Haldor taught just fine. If he was hungover yesterday and I still managed to apparate, then I'm sure that he would do better today, given that he isn't hungover."
A light pop was heard behind them.
"Speaking of the devil..." said Quinn and turned saw Haldor standing at a distance from them. "... See, he is better today."
Unlike yesterday, when Haldor arrived with a messy appearance: uncombed hair, rumpled clothes, black circles under his eyes, and his mood was also down. Today's Haldor looked like he had taken a bath, used a comb on his hair, wore clothes that weren't from the last day, and had a good night's sleep.
"... Good morning," greeted Haldor, his voice held more energy than yesterday.
"Morning," replied Quinn while Aksel silently nodded.
Haldor beckoned Quinn to the center of the field and started today's lesson.
"Yesterday, we got you familiarized with apparition. And you somehow grasped it quickly, too quickly, really quickly," said Haldor. He still couldn't believe what Quinn had accomplished yesterday. "So today, we will be moving on and practice the next step. Follow me."
Haldor and Quinn walked to the edge of the circular clearing, just beneath the trees surrounding the clearing, which Haldor used as his instruction center.
"Yesterday, we stuck to apparating to a three-meter (10 feet) distance," recapped Haldor. "So today, we will be going beyond that and go further."
He pointed somewhere around the center of the circular clearing and expressed. "The distance from here to the center of the field is thirty meters (100 feet). I want you to apparate to the center."
Haldor then, without any warning, disapparated from beside Quinn and appeared at the center of the field.
"Right around here!" shouted Haldor as he looked at Quinn from his new spot.
Quinn grinned, visualized his destination, covered his body with magic, triggered the apparition magic, and then let the magic do its work.
Haldor watched Quinn disapparate from his spot and was expecting Quinn to appear beside him, but Quinn didn't. Haldor heard the loud pop and looked in that direction to see Quinn standing near the opposite edge of the clearing and was waving his hand.
"How about we move on to the next step?" beamed Quinn, traveling double the distance Haldor had specified. "You should change the exercise to something more fun."
Haldor looked at Quinn and felt amazed. When still new to apparating, people tend to be scared about apparating to lengthy distances. Unlike Quinn, a majority of people experienced splinching or at the very least witnessed splinching while learning. And that created a slight fear about apparating longer distances.
But Quinn lacked the experience of splinching and thus lacked the fear. He understood that as long as the distances weren't changed exponentially, the difficulty remained the same.
"Well, let's do something else," sighed Haldor and called Quinn closer, who apparated to arrive near Haldor.
Haldor took out a thin tie from his pocket and handed it to Quinn. "Blindfold yourself with this, and then you will try apparating without your sight. You will try to picture the place and apparate to it." He pointed back to the initial spot Quinn apparate from and continued. "Apparate back the point we started from. You won't be able to see it, so let's see how strong your imagination is. It's all about the image, Quinn. It all starts with the picture in your head."
Quinn shrugged and wrapped the tie around his eyes and secured it tightly so that he couldn't see anything.
'Hmm, this is different from Tehom's Delight,' thought Quinn. The time spent in Tehom's Delight had taught Quinn that lack of sense wasn't a bad thing.
He had spent a lot of time in the darkness of Tehom's Delight before he got the ripple sonar. All that time had numbed to the lack of sight, numbness of hearing, the dullness of touch, altered hearing, and scent deadness.
Quinn imagined the spot he apparated from and then let the apparition magic do its work. And Haldor and Aksel watched as Quinn apparated to a destination that wasn't in his vision.
"How was it?" asked Quinn, still blindfolded and confident smile on his face. "Did I get it right?"
"Yes, you did," answered Haldor. But before he could continue, Quinn disappeared and popped right in front of Haldor. "What's next?"
Haldor blinked at his blindfolded student and sighed. "Now, remove your blindfold. I have the next task for you."
Quinn removed his blindfold and walked towards Haldor as he described the task.
"Where are you staying?"
"At a hotel."
"Is it warded against apparition?"
"I haven't checked my room, but the lobby isn't warded against apparition."
"Where is it?"
Quinn turned to Aksel and jutted with his chin.
Haldor turned to Aksled and called out in Danish. Aksel turned his attention to Haldor and replied back in Danish. The two communicated about the hotel's location and how far it was from here.
"That works out for us," nodded Haldor. "The distance within the range that will be perfect for this. I want you to apparate to the hotel and come back. It's a distance much greater than the one you just traveled. If you are able to apparate to the hotel, it shows that you have the basics of apparition under your belt."
The distance from Haldor's apparition classes to Quinn's hotel was within the range most people used apparition for travel. It was nearly the same distance that the apparition-license test in Denmark used as a benchmark. If a person could travel that distance, they would check one of the things off the list.
"Alright, let's see if I can do it," nodded Quinn and loosened his body and was about to start the apparition magic when Aksel spoke up.
"Wait. I will go to the hotel lobby first. If you mess up and splinch, I will be there to take care of you." And before he apparated, Aksel advised, "Do remember to imagine the lobby. Specifically, the center of the lobby. That's what the hotel tells you to do."
After then Aksel apparated off to the hotel lobby.
Quinn put his hands behind his back, his fake wand in his hands, and smiled. He stood straight up and looked at Haldor while smiling.
"I will be back in a little bit."
Then his body was taken by the apparition magic as he very momentarily traveled through the fabric of space while his body was forced into a narrow pipe-like tunnel.
On the other side, Quinn was greeted with the hustle and bustle of the hotel lobby. He looked around to see guests passing by the lobby, bellboys doing their services, and Akseld standing in front of him.
"It seems I passed, didn't I?" said Quinn.
Aksel shook his head in reply. "You still have to go back. He asked for a round-trip." Then he disapparated back to Haldor's apparition classes.
The concierge behind the welcome counter looked at Aksel disapparate after barely a minute of getting here. If it was another customer, he would've talked to them, but the instructions were very clear, Quinn and Aksel could do practically anything and they wouldn't get in trouble.
"That's technically true," said Quinn with an accepting nod but then turned to face the entrance to the hotel. It showed the street outside, and Quinn could see non-magical folk walking by and cars driving on the road.
The people outside couldn't see into the hotel. It had been charmed to show a closed and locked door. And over that, the area had been charmed with a non-magical-repellant ward, which made sure that no non-magical would even give the building the first look, forget about a second look.
According to the International Statute of Magical Secrecy, every magical building near a non-magical area was required to ward off the buildings with extra precaution. The hotel followed the code to a T. The entire building wouldn't attract the eyes of any non-magical person, theoretically cutting it off to anyone who couldn't interact with magic.
'Hmm...' wondered Quinn and stared at the view outside. 'It's the third day. Should I?'
If he included the day he went sightseeing with Aksel, it was the fourth day. And in those four days, Quinn had dragged out Aksel every day to show him more of the magical community. And Denmark had been fun, but Quinn had some other plans regarding Denmark and the magical community in Aarhus.
But after giving it a thought, he shook his head and looked away and apparated away with a final thought.
'I will start tomorrow. It will be fun.'
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Thousands of miles away, the boy called Harry Potter woke with a start.
Harry Potter lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The old scar on Harry's forehead shaped like a bolt of lightning was burning beneath his fingers as though someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin.
He sat up, one hand still on his scar, the other reaching out in the darkness for his glasses, which were on the bedside table. He put them on, and his bedroom came into clearer focus, lit by a faint, misty orange light that was filtering through the curtains from the street lamp outside the window.
Harry ran his fingers over the scar again. It was still painful.
Harry turned on the lamp beside him, scrambled out of bed and crossed the room. He opened his wardrobe and peered into the mirror on the inside of the door. A fourteen-year boy looked back at him, his bright green eyes puzzled under his untidy black hair. He examined the lightning-bolt scar of his reflection more closely. It looked normal, but it was still stinging.
Harry tried to recall what he had been dreaming about before he had awoken. It had seemed so real. There had been two people he knew and one he didn't. He concentrated hard, frowning, trying to remember...
The dim picture of a darkened room came to him. There had been a snake on a hearth rug, a small man called Peter, nicknamed Wormtail, and a cold, high voice... the voice of Lord Voldemort. Harry felt as though an ice cube had slipped down into his stomach at the very thought...
Harry concentrated on the image of Peter. He looked so different from the picture he had seen in the posters. Wormtail, as Harry had heard in the dream, was a thin man rather than the fat in the poster. No wonder no one recognized him: he looked completely different.
He closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember what Voldemort had looked like, but it was impossible. All Harry knew was that at the moment when Voldemort's chair had swung around, and he, Harry, had seen what was sitting in it. He had felt a spasm of horror, which had awoken him... or had that been the pain in his scar?
And who had the old man been? For there had definitely been an old man in his dream; Harry had watched him fall to the ground. It was all becoming confused. Harry put his face into his hands, blocking out his bedroom, trying to hold on to the picture of that dimly lit room, but it was like trying to keep water in his cupped hands; the details were now trickling away as fast as he tried to hold on to them.
Voldemort and Wormtail had been talking about someone they had killed, though Harry could not remember the name, and they had been plotting to kill someone else him! No, he could remember something. It was a woman; he could barely remember Wormtail talking about a woman and some kind of cup. But as seconds passed, that image was also sinking away.
Harry took his face out of his hands, opened his eyes, and stared around his bedroom as though expecting to see something unusual there. But instead of his usual room, there was nothing that stood out as unusual.
A large wooden trunk stood open at the foot of his bed, revealing a cauldron and assorted spellbooks. Rolls of parchment littered that part of his desk that was not taken up by the large, empty cage in which his snowy owl, Hedwig, usually perched.
On the floor beside his bed: a book lay open; Harry had been reading it before he fell asleep last night. The pictures in this book were all moving. Men in bright orange robes were zooming in and out of sight on broomsticks, throwing a red ball to one another.
Harry walked over to the book, picked it up, and watched one of the wizards score a spectacular goal by putting the ball through a fifty-foot-high hoop. Then he snapped the book shut. Even Quidditch - in Harry's opinion, the best sport in the world - couldn't distract him at the moment.
Harry went restlessly back to the bed and sat down on it, running a finger over his scar again. It wasn't the pain that bothered him; Harry was no stranger to pain and injury.
He had lost all the bones from his right arm once and had them painfully regrown in a night. The same arm had been pierced by a venomous foot-long fang not long afterward.
Only last year, Harry had fallen fifty feet from an airborne broomstick. He was used to bizarre accidents and injuries; they were unavoidable if you attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had a knack for attracting a lot of trouble.
No, the thing that bothered Harry was that the last time his scar had hurt him, it had been because Voldemort had been close by. But Voldemort couldn't be here, now... The idea of Voldemort lurking in Godric Hollow was absurd, impossible.
Harry knew a thing or two about his house. This was the house where Voldemort had come to kill him but had instead died. At least, the ground was the same; the house itself was dismantled down and built anew.
When he had met Voldemort in his first year, and Quirrell had burned on touching him. And after that night, his parents had told him that because of ancient magic that his grandmother had cast, Voldemort couldn't touch him or harm him. As long as Harry lived with his family in this house, Voldemort wouldn't harm him.
Harry shook himself mentally; he was being stupid. There was no one in the house with him except his father, mother, and Ivy, and they were plainly still asleep, their dreams untroubled and painless.
And he liked it to keep it that way. They didn't need to be worried for him. At least for now, he didn't want to wake them up and ruin their night's sleep. He went back to bed and laid back down on his bed. Harry's lamp seemed to grow dimmer as the cold gray light that precedes sunrise slowly crept into the room.
But Harry didn't notice that he had been forgetting. That the images of the dream were slipping away from his mind. He didn't know that the moment he went back to sleep, he would forget about the dream until the moment something that would trigger this specific memory.
The residents of Godric Hallow slept in peace, not knowing the turbulent year in front of them.
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A/N:
As I wrote in the poll. I experimented with my writing and for it was half-good and half-bad. The bad was that I messed up the pacing of the Denmark Ark. I wrote a little too much in decriptive text, so it's stretched out a little.
The chapters all have something fun(?) but they could've been wrapped up quicker. It will be at least this week where you will see a little too much of decriptive text, but after that I will amp it up a bit. Don't want another Aquatic Vault.
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Quinn West - MC - Denmark wouldn't be fun without him planning something.
Haldor - Apparition teacher - Huh, that was easy money.
Aksel - Unknown Occupation - Isn't a man of words.
Harry Potter - Boy-With-Scar - Scar and Dreams
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