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"And did you live at the arrondissement des sorciers?" Harry asked, thinking back to when he and Severus had travelled to Paris for a weekend last November; they had stayed at the unofficial twenty-first division of Paris also known as the wizards' district or the "arrondissement des sorciers".
"How did you know it's called that?" Adrian asked surprised; Harry shrugged it off and simply stated;
"I looked it up while you were gone." Harry said and winked "I can read too, you know!" Adrian chuckled at his brother and threw him some cereal which Harry dodged with ease. "All this training has made you violent." The green eyed boy offered mirthfully as his twin maturely tried to throw him a paper towel.
"Why did you have to remind me?" Adrian asked, his head falling on the table next to his plate, the paper towel forgotten in his hand.
"Oh, come on!" Harry insisted. "It can't possibly be that bad, can it?"
"You have no idea how bad it is!" The hazel eyed twin complained, eyes locking on his brother's emerald ones. "I've been learning all sorts of defensive magic, and last month we ever began some first year offensive spells! Why? I mean we're not even supposed to go to Hogwarts for three more years!" Harry inwardly sighed and refrained from rolling his eyes. His brother was complaining and was a little less advanced than he would have wished, but he was making progress; defensive spells were definitely a good thing to know.
"Well, at least you're doing magic! I'll have to wait until I turn eleven and go to school for that!" And even if that was a lie, at least his brother seemed to cheer up a little after that.
"That's something, I guess." Adrian said, his smile widening. "And I think I'm getting better at casting too; when I first casted an Incedio -you know that fire spell- I almost burned Ron's hair off! I had never seen him running so fast before and…" But Harry didn't pay attention after that. Ron? What had Ron been doing at his brother's training?
"Ron is there often when you train?" The green eyed boy asked, trying to mask all traces of hurt from his voice.
"Oh, yeah." Adrian answered lightly, not noticing the changed in his brother's mood. "Sometimes when I train in Hogwarts Mr. Weasley brings him around so we can play Quidditch afterwards." Harry nodded in understanding as he continued with his breakfast, all his appetite lost. Ron could be there while Adrian trained but he wasn't even allowed to find out what his brother was training in? Lily had entered the kitchen at that moment and Severus had arrived to pick him up a few minutes later, under the scornful gaze of one James Potter. And Harry had cried that night, while Severus held him in his arms.
The green eyed wizard sighed as he took the last steps towards the potion master's couldn't say he was surprised when he noticed the light coming from beneath the door of Severus' lab. He knocked twice and entered.
"Still sweating over that scroll, Sev?" The green eyed boy asked, the moment his eyes fell over the potions master. Severus was sitting back on his armchair staring murderously at an ancient scroll on his desk; if looks could kill, that scroll would have been ashes by now.
"Hey, kid." Severus greeted him, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Finished with astronomy for the night?"
"Yes; I just needed to take a few notes on the effects of constellations on alchemic charms. I think I have understood the connection to alchemic fermentation but…" Severus chuckled.
"It's nice to see you still believe I understand what you're talking about." He stated, making Harry laugh. The boy had the tendency to sprout random facts about alchemy at the potions master who just listened with a fond smile; he had almost gave up on reminding him that he had no clue what the alchemic processes he was babbling about were.
"It went great." Harry simply stated as he sat across the potions master.
"Have you started working on these charms you were talking about?" Severus asked and Harry nodded. Apparently, alchemic charms and plain charms where a completely different aspect of magic. First and foremost, alchemic charms did not require a wand to be casted with for the simple reason that they weren't incantations; alchemic charms were small glass bottles, filled with magical ingredients and brought together with various types of oil, sealed tight and bound with metal cords. They sometimes contained runes and -the most complicated ones- sigils and their purpose was to enhance the alchemic processes, such as the converting of metals. Some worked as protection measures, boosting wards while others acted as defense or offence mechanisms; Nicholas had mentioned an alchemic charm that, once activated, could engulf an area of a square mile in complete darkness, unable to be dispersed before the charm wore off, while only its creator could see through it.
"I have started studying the simpler ones." The boy stated placing his notebook on the desk. And how's deciphering that scroll going?" Harry asked pointing at the parchment. It was old and cracked at places and Severus had acquired it last Christmas in Norway by fluke; he remembered Harry stating he wanted to see Scandinavia and decided on taking him there on the second week of the winter break. The rest of the Potter family would be in Paris, visiting a transfiguration theorist who might have had a lead on Adrian's scar. Severus mentally wished them good luck with that and booked a reservation in a chalet near the fjords. While travelling they had stumbled upon a merchant that had had that scroll for sale.
Severus had immediately noticed the images; those of a man turning into a werewolf. Harry still had trouble imagining how the transformation was even possible; the drawings were very detailed and the look on the man's face depicted his pain perfectly. Harry winced thinking how Remus -the always polite and kind Remus- had to endure that torture once a month.
"I have translated the runes." Severus stated matter-of-factly. "But it seems to be written in some code and the worst thing is it describes some kind of herb that's supposed to control the change, to regulate it if you want." He stated and pointed at a couple of runes near the end of the scroll. "It's the name right there, but in the form it was known in northern Scandinavia at the time; if only I could figure out what the original name was... I'm just so close it's frustrating!" Severus exclaimed his lips forming what could only be described as a pout. Harry burst into laughter. "What?" Severus asked surprised.
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