The Ollivanders Secret

— Henry Flacks POV —

A week passed, since Clara came to my home and things were… rocky to say the lease. I try to communicate as much as possible with her while also giving her books on the basics of mind magic, but nothing else really happened. So at breakfast on the eight day I asked her: „What did you want to get through this arrangement? I doubt you just wanted books, as you could just have asked for those and I also doubt that you wanted to get away from your parents as you don't really talk with them but I am pretty sure you still love them or at least see them as family". The next few minutes she just ate her cereal until she gave me a small written note, in already a bit better handwriting with the content: „Indestructible room" and after I asked her to make sure i understood her correctly, I brought her to my training room as that comes closest to such a thing. In there, she gesticulated that I should watch, but not while being in the room and while I tried to talk to her to understand what her plan there is, I came nowhere, so I just left and activated the security/observation wards of my home.

After that I saw Clara sitting in the middle of the room, seemingly meditating for a while until she slowly removed a ring on her left pinky finger. A few moments nothing happened but then pandemonium started to unfold before me. I literally mean pure destruction of her surroundings, not the end of the world but all around her the environmental mana reacted with her own mana, forming into solid seeable mass while being pushed away from her while also being drawn in to her. This continued happening, expansion followed by compression of these forces of nature until a small little change occurred. Color got introduced into the formerly transparent mass on mana. It started with black and white, followed by the colors of the rainbow until it went back to black and white, these new additional colors being compressed into the mana cocoon, the best word I could find for it, around her. And this continued, sometimes it was just one color, other times all colors in existence and this just kept on repeating and repeating. After a while passed, the cocoon started slowly rotating, slowly hovering over the ground. I don't know if I stood there minutes, hours or even days but at some point I stopped thinking clearly, just wondering what the hell is happening in that room and hoping, praying that she was alright in the middle of that destruction. At some point I subconsciously activated the wards of my house to their full potency, fearing what might happen if I didn't and damn that was a good idea. After 3 days as I realized later, the phenomenon just stopped compressing, expanding or changing in any way and then I waited, waiting for something to change until the cocoon just speed away from her, breaking the sound barrier in nanoseconds, until it hit the walls, which disintegrated until that wave, pulse hit the wards and luckily stopped moving or I would have surely died without even knowing what exactly happened.

After I waited a few seconds, until I was sure there was no magic leftover I entered my former training room which was now just a husk of what is was before. In the middle of this devastated room there levitated Clara, a few centimeters above the floor, still meditating like nothing happened at all with - luckily - no scratch at all. Then I barely heard 2 whispered words: „Destroy ring", before I needed to whip my wand out of my holster to stop her unconscious body from hitting the floor. After that I levitated her to her bed and left her to wake up on her own while trying to destroy the ring, after I ate a lot of chocolate chip ice cream. While most would say eating ice as stress relieve is bad, I just didn't care at that moment.

Then I decided to destroy the ring. Well at least I tried, but it wouldn't budge at all. I tried acid, normal fire, a variety of different banishing spells, explosion spells and even cutting spells, but no scratch at all. At the end of my thoughts, I moved back into the destroyed training room, ramped the wards up to full again and cast for the first time since a very very long time: „Fiendfyre" which I needed to hold for 3 hours until there was nothing left of this ring. Then I just extinguished the ferocious flames, went to my room and collapsed onto my bed for the next few days.

 — Clara POV —

I woke up in the middle of the night and realizing I was in my bed, I followed natures call onto the toilet and into the kitchen where I wolfed down food worth multiple people raw and drank several liters of water. Don't ask me where it went, I don't know but at the end of it my body stopped screaming for sustenance, being thoroughly satisfied. But something still felt wrong, weird or perhaps just different, it felt like I could smell colors, hear views and see sounds, so I did what I thought best and started reading a book, scratch that several books, waiting for Henry to wake up, as he lay out cold in his bed. Now how would I know that I asked myself? Well I just did.

After a few days he finally woke up from his magical exhaustion, which I researched the term for in that time and he pretty much did the samea as me, just toned down from my absolutely unproportional urges.

After that he came to the library and the moment he opened the doors I just started screaming, as the wards went full on ballistic, restraining me with what I would guess was full power. The only reason I was not dead being, that I had absolutely no ill intentions towards Henry. He reacted very quickly though shutting down most of his wards, even the most important ones, while also projecting metaphysical shields between both of us, after which he said: „You should maybe start meditating and try controlling your legilimency and occlumency as you unconsciously use them the whole time, which is pretty normal for natural occlumens and legilimens shortly after they awaken their talent." And that I did, for the next month.

At the second day of this month though he came to me and asked: „I will need a willingly given drop of blood from you." And I just asked, barely realizing I was even talking, well whispering really: „Why?" To which he answered: „So I can key you into my wards, as for the last day we were completely defenseless which would be not good to continue like that." And so I gave it to him while I could feel the wards activate a few hours later. And i really mean every single one and let me tell you, there were thousands of those, to be exact 9723 active wards and who knows how many inactive and backup wards. I was luckily meditating, well not really I meditated pretty much 24/7 except for eating and answering natures call, so the fallout of these sensations wasn't too bad. I also can't really feel that much from the wards after their initial activation, luckily.

And while meditating with this rhythm the next three months passed by, with a few conversations to get my speaking level up a bit. Well, to at least go from whispering to normal talking at the end. Henry also taught me about the first few „levels" is what he calls of occlumency, them being:

1. Meditating

2. Finding your inner core

3. Building defenses around that inner core, which should be unique and not a copy pasta from another ones experience

With these you have a good start for either occlumency as for legilimency as with legilimency you create a connection from your mind to another ones, so they can attack you over it too, if they are a good enough occlumens or legilimens. He also taught me multiple control exercises for both of these and even empathy though he is not that knowledgable about that.

We also talked about the incident of me destroying his training room, which is fixed at this point and while he did't really know what happened, we could clump together a steadfast theory surrounding it. This being that through the suppressor, previously dubbed the ring, there existed multiple, probably 2, different consciousnesses for me, which didn't mean I had multiple personalities as age is a factor in that, but that I couldn't access these split parts of me. This was also the reason for my inability to speak in the first place and it also explained my „unruly" first year and a lot about why I am now how I am, as a matter of fact these consciousnesses matured together with mine like any other kids would which basically meant that I had a consciousness of 8 or even more years of growing and it didn't seem to lose that function, which basically meant I grew up a few times faster than other kids, but we didn't know the exact factor as we are not sure if it really was only 1 split, but we speculated up to a 4 if not even 5 way split. We also thought about the impact that had or will have on my soul, but as Henry isn't an expert on that we couldn't find out anything about that, though I personally think it is near the same situation as with the consciousnesses. This would also explain the huge amount of growth my mana and magical core went through after that ordeal, but we couldn't confirm any connection sadly.

There was also another accidental magic occurrence, though a lot less violent as the previous ones, as I just levitated a book down from its place in the libraries shelves.

And today Henry finally told me my knowledge and progress in the mind arts is enough for being titled as apprentice, well there wasn't really anyone categorizing it but we made a deal that we would go to diagon alley to look around and test if my control over my legilimency is good enough and for testing my handling over the feedback of my empathy. This sense you could call it manifests in a ball form around me and sits currently at a radius of three meters, which's feedback one should not underestimate, as I can even pick up on the feelings of grass, ants, weeds and so one. Microscopic creatures are luckily beyond me right now or I would probably go insane.

While the primary objective of this outing was the test of my capabilities, I also wanted to finally see, if what I read about that place was true.