Capítulo 7: Chapter 7: Magic Training by Loki!
Overnight, Harry slept in a dilapidated house, as he had the night before, this time curled upon a blanket he had bought with some of the stolen cash.
No matter how much money he had, most hotels didn't let an unaccompanied minor sleep in them, and a place that did probably wouldn't be very safe anyway.
To be honest, he didn't mind. He liked the winter coldness and it was quite frankly more comfortable than he had ever been at the Dursleys; here, he could actually stretch his legs.
Hunger still flared in his stomach, but at least here he could just go and buy some food–and it didn't even have to be healthy!
While the teachers at school had gone on about eating a balanced diet, Loki could just speed up his metabolism and do other things to keep him as fit as possible.
Harry looked both ways before exiting the house's broken window, making sure that there were no people around, especially police officers.
He had not yet run into the authorities and he didn't plan to any time soon. Whilst Loki could easily teach him how to escape a muggle prison cell, it would knock back their plans quite a bit.
McDonalds was that morning's destination of choice for breakfast. It was one of the many things Harry hadn't been allowed during his time with the Dursleys, and when he had first tried it, he had been hooked, to say the least.
He walked up to the counter, a fake smile plastered on his face as he stared up at the cashier. Loki was quite the actor and was trying to impart some of his knowledge upon his host.
Apparently, appearing happy made people less suspicious of you, for whatever reason. A testament to this was the noticeable decrease in "where are your parents?" questions Harry had received with his false grin.
Now, most people who talked to him were women commenting on how cute he was. It was annoying, but it was better than questions.
Loki also said that he wouldn't mind it so much when he was older, but Harry didn't really understand why.
After obtaining his breakfast burger, Harry went to the park for another day of practising magic.
It was less risky than going back to the house from before, and he quite preferred to sit by the iced-over pond he had found.
"Okay," Loki began, appearing before Harry as he sat down on the ground. "Do you remember how I taught you to project your mind outwards?" He waited for Harry to nod.
"Well, now you must project it inwards and stare upon the magic which flows through. A large majority of mortal wizards are unable to do this and especially at such a young age, but seeing as I am in your body, I can guide you."
Loki's illusion vanished and then Harry heard the god's voice echo through his mind. 'Are you ready?' he asked.
Harry nodded in affirmative.
'Very well. First of all, close your eyes. Now imagine instead of just blackness, there is a ball of light floating in the middle of a void. It is bright, and a familiar power seems to emanate from it. Once you can see it, imagine veins running from it, pumping that energy through your body. Sustaining and strengthening it.'
Harry felt a nudge at his mind, and then his imagination suddenly became reality. He had no body yet was floating in a void, somehow looking at the ball of energy in front of him from all sides at once.
It was a truly majestic sight, a glowing mass of swirling blue, gold, and white that seemed to slowly rotate.
Loki hummed, breaking the serenity of the moment. 'It is as I thought,' he murmured. 'The white part is your mortal magic, and the golden part is your Asgardian magic.'
'And the blue?' asked Harry. He sensed Loki's grimace.
'That is the source of your coldness related powers. That is the magic of the Jotuns.'
Harry frowned. 'Jotuns?'
'Frost giants, my child. Just as my biological parents were, and I am.'
For a moment, Harry was silent, and Loki felt as though he was a child once again, fearing the judgement of others. Would Harry hate him for potentially passing on this curse? That would be bad—getting things done with Harry was hard enough. It would be harder if he hated him.
'You're not very big for a giant, you know.'
Loki chuckled in return. 'Let us return to reality, child. We have seen what I needed to see.'
The sensation of rushing air suddenly surrounded Harry, and then he was cast back into reality, his head spinning. He let out a groan. Doing that again would best be left for a few years.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at Loki who gazed back in amusement. "Shall we get on with magic now, or is your headache too bad?"
With that, Harry was immediately ready, excitement written all over his face.
"Good," began Loki, his illusionary form vanishing then reappearing beside Harry rather than opposite him.
"Now reach within yourself, and grasp your magic. Focus on the blue, its coldness, its wild nature. Push it outwards,"
Harry followed the instructions, and immediately he felt weaker yet more comfortable as his energy chilled the air around him to the point where frost instantly formed on the floor.
"Now draw it in," said Loki, and Harry instinctively did so.
Freezing cold power was then running through his veins as the air warmed slightly again. Harry revelled in the heavenly sensation that momentarily drowned out Loki's voice.
"F-ocus, Harry," was what he heard as he came around. "Channel that energy out through your hand, and imagine it forming a block of ice."
Harry gasped once again as the energy formed ice upon his palm, the rest falling back into him.
"Good job on your first piece of controlled magic, Harry," said Loki, sounding slightly proud. "We shall train on this for a while before moving onto illusions."
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