She had felt scared all over again when she had seen the crowds on the new platform, but Harry had cut through them like a shark. His hand had pulled her safely away from the crowd, and he always seemed to vibrate with some inner energy.
So if he felt this strong holding BACK his magic...
She watched his eyes close before some stress lines she hadn't noticed seemed to fade from his face. It was like watching someone have a cup of hot chocolate after a long day, like the world just fell off his shoulders.
OH. Oh my.
The whole cabin seemed to suddenly get slightly more clear, more colorful. The sounds outside dimmed, the light inside was brighter, the glass seemed less transparent, the couches were more soft and had more legroom. And beneath it all, was a feeling of warmth, a slight smell of fresh paper and book bindings, the sound of someone turning a page seemed just out of hearing.
When he opened his eyes, a slight green glow came forth as she forgot to breath. Each eye was so deep, with white threads that seemed to swirl and dance.
She almost dropped her trunk.
Hannah wasn't exactly sure what was going on. Harry had said something about restraining his magic. Was that possible? She had never known that was possible without a spell. Maybe he had some cuffs or some sort...
Oh.
It was like a bubble expanded, filling the room. As it crossed her it felt like someone giving her a hug because it was cold outside, like someone was tired and leaning against her back because they could trust her to hold them up, like someone had put an umbrella up to keep the noon sun off her skin at the beach. Everything felt more real, and she felt like her feet were just off a beach, her hands near a sandy glass of pumpkin juice, and the sounds of seagulls somewhere.
She couldn't see much of Harry's eyes when he opened them, but she could feel the draw, as if the green glow coming from his orbs hid some deeper truth, that if she could just get a better look something deep would be explained. She saw the other two girls going slack at his eyes, so she nudged him with her elbow.
His sudden glance at her nearly took her breath away before he closed his eyes.
Susan had felt something odd about the two when they had first entered, but couldn't place it. It hadn't been oily like that man her Aunt had arrested when he tried to attack them, or grungy like the informants she had seen. Just odd. Restraining his power? He felt almost like a squib, or a muggle. Was it some sort of line? Well, it was a pretty lame pick...
From nowhere she found an ocean. It was like lifting a doormat and finding Canada. As his power swelled, she could almost feel thousands of other auras pushed away... and it almost seemed to be APPOLOGISING for doing it! This boy was creating an aura so huge, so wide, so...
It had hit her before she could do anything but flinch.
No Pain? She had been hit with auras before, by people trying to gain a kidnap victim to use against her aunt. It had felt hungry, angry, searching for blood... but not this one.
This one felt like a puppy sniffing for a treat, like a butterfly that had almost landed on her nose but found a flower nearby instead. As the wave past her she realize it wasn't slowing, it was increasing in depth. Her skin felt cleaner, her clothing felt warmer, her hair felt smoother. She could almost feel the boards of a dueling platform beneath her, her heart ready for a training round with her aunt, the sounds of softly bending floorboards almost clear.
Then she saw his eyes.
They felt so deep, so far, so large. Like she could see anything, if she could get a bit closer and look just a little longer. His eyes glowed a soft green, a color so close to the killing curse was giving her such feelings of acceptance, of seeing who she was and acknowledging her existence. She felt the world get a bit quieter.
Suddenly he turned away, looking at Hannah. Susan took a deep breath. When did she stop breathing?
Harry quickly reduced the threads to his eyes. He had released his threads all at once, instead of the normal thickness his eyes had received dozens of cords of power by accident.
It had been beautiful. Each girl was a maze of colors, deep threads that wove in complex shapes and seemed to suggest a future of growth and maturity. Hermione's deep orange threads were already strong, just waiting for growth and application. Susan had a purple thread network, and Hannah had blue threads just waiting to be used. The potential had been enough to make him forget what he was doing, where he was, why he had released some of his power to begin with.
Thankfully Hannah had ribbed him.
He closed his eyes and reduced his eyes to standard thread level. Opening them seemed to freak the girls out for a moment before they relaxed.
"Ok, what the bloody hell was that!" "HANNAH! LANGUAGE!" Susan swatted her knee.
Harry chuckled nervously. "Uh... that wasn't supposed to happen. I accidentally released too much magic to my eyes. In my defense though, I had never held my power so tightly for so long before." He nervously rubbed his knees together. "Sorry. That was interesting but unintentional."
Hermione seemed to have recovered faster, or at least enough to ask questions. "What do you mean, too much magic? Why do you have magic in your eyes at all?"
Harry pointed at his face. "I learned that when healing myself as a kid, I accidentally activated Mage Sight. It lets me see raw magic, and it really helped me control my magic when I thought it was just green threads of light."
Susan tried to focus. "Threads? So magic looks like green yarn or something?" Harry shook his head. "Well, mine is green like my eyes. Hermione has this deep orange color, Hannah is blue, and Susan is purple. I have seen most people as gray if they have no magic, or very light blue if they have it but their core is too tight to allow threads out."
Hannah tilted her head. "You mean... Squibs? Squibs have light blue threads?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Never heard of a squib before. Anyway, my Aunt was like that. She couldn't do anything magical until I forced a thread out of her core."
At least this time Hermione joined Harry's confusion when the other two looked at them in shock.
Apparently giving these "Squib" people magic was like walking on water in this culture. It took a while to convince the girls to talk about ANYTHING else, and in the end he had to promise to show them some of what he could do with the threads.
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