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Harry took a deep breath and steadied his mind. He focused on the connection between the soul fragment and the empty wand. Slowly, he felt the piece of Voldemort's soul shift, moving towards the wand. As it began to merge with the wand, Harry felt a surge of energy. The plain wood seemed to hum with newfound power, its surface glowing faintly. He watched in awe as the wand transformed, its appearance becoming more refined, as if the soul fragment was enhancing its very nature.
He couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. This wand was now a part of him, linked to his very essence. He wondered how this would affect his magic and his connection to the spells he cast. With the wand in hand, he decided to test its potential.
"Lumos," Harry whispered, and the tip of the wand lit up with a brilliant, steady light. It felt different from using his old wand—more responsive, more powerful. He experimented further, modifying the color and intensity of the light, making it pulse and flash. The wand responded effortlessly, as if it understood his intentions perfectly.
Next, Harry decided to test the Patronus Charm. As he cast "Expecto Patronum," a silvery mist enveloped him. He felt the wand guiding his hand through the spell, almost as if it were sharing insights with him.
Harry felt three things. "This wand is not just a tool," Harry thought. "It feels like it's helping me understand the magic better. Could these be Voldemort's masteries over spells?" he pondered.
"Secondly, I can still cast light or pure spells, so Voldemort's soul piece doesn't affect the wand." He continued to experiment with the Patronus Charm, noting the ease with which the wand seemed to enhance his control over the magic. The silver mist grew denser and more vibrant with each attempt, a testament to the wand's potential. Harry felt a surge of relief when he realized he could still cast light or pure spells without any negative influence from the soul fragment. "At least Voldemort's piece doesn't taint the wand's ability to produce light magic," he mused. "The opposite would have been frightening."
Harry's thoughts drifted to the implications of using a wand imbued with a fragment of Voldemort's soul. He needed to ensure that the wand wouldn't influence him to cast dark curses. "So far, so good," he thought, feeling a bit more at ease.
"Third, I can still access those memories." He sighed. It seemed like there was no escape. He sighed, knowing that he still had access to Voldemort's memories. The memories were a part of him now, and he had to learn to navigate them carefully.
Throughout his practice, Harry kept an eye on the soul fragment's influence. He was relieved to find that it didn't seem to affect his spells negatively. Instead, it provided a depth of understanding and mastery that he hadn't possessed before. The memories, though still present, didn't overpower him. He felt he could control when and how to access them, which gave him a sense of security.
As the night wore on, Harry decided to take a break. He lay back on his bed, his mind buzzing with the possibilities his new wand presented. "I need to be careful with this power," he reminded himself. "The potential for greatness is there, but I must remain vigilant against any negative influences."
With that thought, Harry drifted off to sleep, his new wand resting on the bedside table. The next morning, he awoke refreshed and ready to continue his journey. He knew he had to visit Nicolas soon and discuss his progress and the implications of his new wand.
At breakfast, Petunia was unusually quiet. Harry noticed her glancing at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What's on your mind, Aunt Petunia?" he asked, sipping his tea.
Petunia smiled as she set her teacup down. "I was wondering who we should invite to your birthday party, Harry. The house isn't very big, but we could manage with a parentless party, don't you think?"
Harry considered her suggestion. "I don't think that would be appropriate, Aunt Petunia. The Longbottoms, Greengrasses, Davises, Madam Bones, and others are not just my friends—they're also your friends and my business partners. We can always use Misty's help to expand the space."
Petunia frowned slightly, pondering his words. "You say? Is there anyone in particular among the guests you are especially eager to see?"
Harry paused, thinking about the guest list. "I mean, there are a few, but it's not just about seeing them."
Petunia didn't press further and began eating her food in silence. 'What the hell is this about?' Harry wondered, puzzled by her sudden interest and the subtle tension in her questions. He decided to let it go for now, focusing instead on the tasks ahead and the preparations for the party.
Since he couldn't get an answer just by thinking about it, he decided to shift his focus. He decided not to invite Sirius and Lupin to his birthday party for two main reasons: first, he had long decided to treat them as his father's friends rather than his family, and second, he didn't trust them enough to keep them in his close circle. Not that he hadn't given them a chance, but alas...
Petunia was determined not to miss any of his friends this year. Last year, Harry had heard a lot of snarky remarks about not being invited, so he gave Petunia a list of his friends.
In the middle of the night, Petunia quietly entered Harry's room, just like she had done the previous year. She walked over to his bed and gently kissed his forehead. "Happy birthday, Harry," she whispered.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, groggy from sleep. Seeing his aunt, he immediately sat up and hugged her. "Thank you, Aunt Petunia," he said warmly.
Petunia handed him a wrapped gift. Harry quickly tore off the paper to reveal a magical picture frame. Inside were various pictures of him and Petunia, taken during their trips. In each photo, they were smiling. The frame shimmered, changing the pictures every few moments.
"It can show different pictures based on your mood to cheer you up or remind you of good times," Petunia explained, her smile bright.
Harry examined the frame, amazed by the magic it held. "This is incredible, Aunt Petunia. Thank you so much."
Petunia smiled brightly and quietly left the room, leaving Harry to admire his gift. He stared at the frame for a while, feeling the warmth of the memories it displayed, before eventually falling back to sleep.
The next day, just like the previous year, Harry woke up to find Crookshanks perched on his bed, proudly dropping a dead rodent beside him. "Happy Birthday," the cat meowed, looking pleased with himself.
Harry gave a wry smile and patted Crookshanks. "Thanks, Crookshanks, but I don't think this is quite the gift I need."
From the other side of the room, Hedwig hooted indignantly. "Rodents are on the blacklist, you silly cat," she said, swooping down to inspect the scene, she then swallowed the dead rodent in one bite. "Don't you remember the Peter Pettigrew incident?"
Crookshanks looked as shocked as a cat could. "Right, I forgot about that."
Harry chuckled, appreciating the thought behind the gesture. "It's the thought that counts. Thank you, Crookshanks." He then burned his quilt and sheet just to be safe. With that task done, he headed downstairs
As Harry made his way downstairs, he noticed the aroma of breakfast wafting through the air. In the kitchen, Petunia and Misty were busily working on the final touches for his birthday celebration. Petunia glanced up and smiled warmly at him.
"Happy birthday, Harry," Petunia said, giving him a brief hug.
"Thanks, Aunt Petunia," Harry replied, feeling grateful for her efforts.
Misty, looking particularly excited, approached Harry with a beaming smile. "Master Potter, happy birthday! Misty got you a great gift," the house-elf squeaked happily, practically bouncing on her toes.
Harry crouched down to be at eye level with Misty. "Thank you, Misty. I can't wait to see it."
Misty clapped her hands and disappeared for a moment, returning with a neatly wrapped package. Harry unwrapped it to reveal a beautifully crafted set of wand crafting set for beginners. He just mentioned the other day, he was interested in it, after he saw Master Valencia's wands.
"This is incredible, Misty. Thank you so much," Harry said sincerely, admiring the collection.
"Misty knows Master Potter likes to study wands. Misty wanted to get something special," the house-elf replied, her eyes shining with pride.
Harry stood up and gave Misty a gentle pat on the shoulder. "You did wonderfully. These will be very useful."
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