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"Harry, as I said, has showed an aptitude for alchemy. He wasn't the first person that I have ever met to show such a talent but he was the only one that has showed such a character in so young an age." Nicholas explained. "He's going to do great things that boy. And I want to help." And at the sincerity of his words, Severus could only smile.
It was almost midnight on a Saturday, eight months after Nicholas had expressed his wish to take Harry in as his apprentice. That chilly April's night, Harry Potter turned his telescope towards Hydra; he had been studying the skies for over two hours and this was the last constellation he wanted to observe before calling it a night. He had been doing a lot of astronomy lately, since it was needed, not only for improving his general knowledge, but for his studies in potions and alchemy too.
Astronomy, he had realized, along with history of magic, herbology, arithmology and runes -subjects he had taken up during the past months- although not categorized as a separate branch of magic -ergo couldn't appear on his mark- were undoubtedly useful in his overall studies. Potion making for example counted a lot on herbology, astronomy and in some cases even ancient runes, while arithmancy helped bounds with his spellwork and general understanding of magical theories.
And speaking of things that appeared and didn't appear on his emblem, Severus had discovered an incredibly helpful book in his library after Harry acquired the rune that marked him as a transfiguration apprentice. He had actually been pretty miffed having missed it during his first search, but Harry had just laughed it off; Severus had been buried neck deep into scrolls and books, trying to keep up with his teaching and his Wolfsbane research.
Anyway, according to the book, an emblem didn't mark apprenticing and mastery in magic conventionally. It turned out that you were recognized as an apprentice in a field of magic if you showed dedication and worked hard towards the goal you had set. Mastery was a different thing altogether; an emblem didn't mark you as a master when you had acquired all knowledge possible on a subject, no; you were considered a master if you completed a deed -and the book was positively shady in the description of said accomplishment- that marked your dedication to that field of magic. Harry supposed that the ultimate mark of dedication one could pay to alchemy -the apprenticing symbol of which had just appeared a few days ago and was his pride and joy since then- would be the creation of the philosopher's stone. Not an easily accomplished feat as Harry had discovered.
His lessons on alchemy had started last summer and continued non stop since that August afternoon. Nicholas and Perenelle had become in their own special way a part of Harry's and Severus's everyday lives and the green eyed boy now had his very own alchemist's lab -not quite as impressive as Nicholas's yet- right across the potions lab in the castle's dungeons. That suited Harry just fine as he was able to pop in and out of his laboratory to Severus's and help as he could with his research.
In the meantime, while looking for ingredients suitable for the Wolfsbane, Severus had made some progress with smaller assignments on the side; he had almost perfected the potion he had used to cure Harry's eyesight and had now proceeded to make variations of it for other types of eyesight deficiencies. The Hogwarts potions master had even come up with a few other healing potions but he had put them on the side to continue his work with the Wolfsbane.
Admittedly, Perenelle's greenhouse had proven to be of great help to both the potions master -who had acquired rare samples of plants helpful for his work that were now also growing in his own greenhouse- and Harry alike, aiding him in enriching his knowledge of herbology.
Both Flamels had kept their promise, Harry thought as he inked his eagle feather quill and wrote down the exact location of every star that composed Hydra on his chart, keeping some notes on his notebook on the side. There had been a couple of raised eyebrows the first time -that very first Saturday- when the couple had seen them without their glamour but that was it. As a matter of fact, Perenelle had been overjoyed at how much healthier they truly looked and hadn't failed to tell them so. Nicholas had even added to their concealment charms offering some of his own that were even harder to detect. Harry couldn't be happier for their reaction; feeling accepted and welcomed for just being who he was had left his heart a little lighter.
He wrote down the last few lines on his notebook and stifled a yawn; a quick glance at his pocket watch -a Christmas present from Nicholas- confirmed that it was half past twelve. He pocketed his watch and swiftly gathered his notes and telescope; he figured it would be better if he made the walk down to the dungeons. More likely than not, Severus was still there working as it would be full moon in a week. The boy rubbed the back of his neck and stretched as he started descending from the western tower. He waved at a few portraits that were still awake and kept walking, passing through galleries and hidden pathways to the dungeons.
Studying had helped taking his mind off things but, now that he wasn't doing something mentally challenging to occupy his mind, he had free time to spare in his hands; time that his treacherous mind used to ponder on the events of last Friday morning. It had been one of the rare Fridays when he had the chance to eat breakfast with his brother before leaving the manor; they usually talked at night and were rarely alone. But that morning, Harry was overjoyed to be in his brother's company.
Adrian and Harry were talking animatedly since they had both woken up quite early in the morning -an uncommon occurrence for the hazel eyed twin. Harry was listening carefully as his older brother talked of the places he had seen while travelling with their parents.
"And Paris has this great district in the wizard part of the town where you can get almost every book in charms you might ever dream of! Mom went crazy the moment we stepped foot on the market but Dad and I were just running around with Sirius trying to find the nearest Quidditch supplies shop…" Harry nodded over his cereal, his eyes alight; it had been ages since he had actually had the time to talk like that with his brother. Adrian was just the same as ever; optimistic, lively, a little loud and considering Quidditch to be the meaning of life. Even if they lived under the same roof, he had missed him.
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