Favorites. Book 1: What kind of a magician am I now?!

August 9th, 1988 England, Cokworth The very next day, Aunt Petunia and I went to the town of Cokworth — Damn the local names! As I understand it, Harry's aunt and mother grew up in this town. I don't really like England as a country. Cold. Dull. Little sun. I was horrified to learn from Dudley that it was "summer" and at the moment it was practically the warmest time of the year. If there is some kind of gloom and fog in the "midst", as if in the Land of Water, what will happen next? And I don't even have a chakra to calmly endure the bad weather! Dudleywas left with the neighbors, with his friend's family. Yesterday I had to explain myself to my cousin, and also to promise that I would teach him something too. It's a good thing he didn't specify that I would teach magic. And so, if we do workouts together, then it's useful for him too — he'll get a little fat into his muscles and "magic to charge between the eyes of someone who pesters and calls names" has not been canceled either. And, after all, who knows what kind of magic it is, maybe if you practice, you will succeed? My friend Rock Lee was able to become a ninja, even though he couldn't use ninjutsu, he had something with tenketsu, or he didn't have enough chakra, I still didn't understand what exactly his problem was, but in the end the only thing he could use was hand-to—hand combat — taijutsu That didn't stop him from being among the ten strongest Shinobi of the younger generation. And if Lee used the "gate technique", he could twist me into a goat's horn with full force. Anyway, I've already mentally outlined a training plan for Dudley, it's not too late to start at eight, especially since my uncle said he might send him to the boxing section in a couple of years. As far as I understand, this is something like a national sport and fistfights. To me, it's useless, ineffective, and narrowly focused, unless it's really for the sake of entertainment. In the morning, Uncle Vernon drove my aunt and me in his car to London, where Harry and I had been in the past. Actually, I still didn't understand what Vernon-san thought about the "magic nephew", he was silent, only occasionally glancing at me warily in the mirror. But he seemed to like the idea of learning not to do anything weird out of the blue, just like his aunt. In London, Petunia-san and I made several bus transfers and reached our destination. At about ten o'clock—I finally got my body used to feeling the time—we got to this Coakworth. A gloomy town with smoking chimneys and smelly air. It's kind of sooty, here. And the greenery that pleased the eye in Little Whinging was almost absent here. Faded brown brick houses, stone pavements, leaden, heavy skies. Rare colorless passersby in dark clothes. My aunt and I, who was wearing a beautiful knee-length blue dress, looked alien here.Is it really some kind of enchanted town? Londonalso seemed gray to me, but there were quite bright storefronts, red booths and buses. I think it's here," my aunt said uncertainly, interrupting my thoughts about the general gloom of the country I was in. We stopped in one of the alleys. Very narrow. If Petunia-san opens her arms, she will touch the brick walls covered with dirty moss with her palms. “This house," my aunt clarified, and as we got a little closer, I felt something like a barrier seal. I immediately felt calm. Firstly, because I clearly felt the magic, secondly, I was able to roughly understand its direction, that is, I did not lose my senses, and thirdly, we found Severus Snape's house, which he most likely protected in this way. Harry said something about Muggle—repelling charms so that the townsfolk wouldn't pay attention to the wizard and his house. It must have been something like that. However, it is better not to enter the building, as there are many traps that a double spy could set for uninvited guests. But I hope that he also has a signal barrier to know about all visitors to his territory. We stopped at the black wooden door. There was no bell, no knocker. In fact, she didn't even have a pen on her. My aunt showed all the signs that the deterrent spell was starting to work, so I resolutely took her hand. “Knock on the door?” she asked me timidly. I nodded. After a few agonizing minutes, the door suddenly opened. Unexpectedly, because no matter how hard I listened, I didn't hear any footsteps. That's right — a first-class spy, walking so quietly! When I looked at Severus Snape more closely, I was again convinced of his resemblance to Sasuke.… If only my friend had the opportunity to live to that age. The unbearable pain of loss hit my heart again, so that tears almost came out. “What can I do for you?” He asked with cold curiosity, and then slightly narrowed his black eyes, looking attentively at his aunt. “Petunia Evans?"..   He should have let it out again, and I would have been scared. However, it feels like he recognized me. “Come on in," he stood aside, not taking his eyes off me, and I had a fleeting feeling that I was prey that voluntarily followed a predator. It was something Orochimaru always exuded. Besides the fact that he was a great spy, Severus Snape turned out to be a very smart person, I saw so many books at once only in the library. Shelving is everywhere and up to the ceiling. I wouldn't be surprised if he read it all, maybe twice. “What brings you to me, Petunia?” Snape motioned her to a chair, from which several books flew away by themselves. I got a bench seat in the same way. My aunt, by the way, quite calmly followed the flying folios and carefully took the edge of the seat. I perched on a banquette, huddled in the shade. It was much more convenient to observe this way, besides, very dim light fell into the room from the only dirty window, so that the source of illumination was a strange-looking iron lamp on a long leg. “You see, Severus," my aunt replied softly, "you're the only wizard I know... well enough. About seven years ago, Vernon and I, this is my husband, left a one-year-old Harry Potter on the porch. He had this note with him, asking him to take care of my younger sister's son," Petunia-san rummaged in her purse and handed Snape a piece of thick paper. He carefully took the note, read it several times and frowned thoughtfully, looking at me sideways. “Harry recently started having magical outbursts again. They've happened before. Especially strong when he first came to our house. Apparently, the boy was stressed due to the fact that there were no parents nearby, and because of the unfamiliar surroundings. Without a magic wand, you know, it was a little difficult to handle, but I was able to” Petunia-san stated dryly, but I imagined it and was impressed. At the same time, she seemed to have managed to hide these oddities of her nephew from Vernon-san, otherwise Harry could have been thrown into the orphanage out of fear! For ordinary people, I think it's all too much. “There was a lull for almost six years after that. Except for the little things and trifles. But it is still unknown if they were of a magical nature," the aunt continued. “And yesterday Harry started flying again, and he did it during a family dinner, and then something else happened," she looked at me. “Now Harry is no longer a year and a half old, he is fully aware of the danger from his magical outbursts, especially when there is another small child in the house who does not have the vitality of magicians. You can tell Mr. Snape what you want,” they let me. “Teach me how to control it. Help me, please, sir” I stood up and bowed slightly. “I don't want to inconvenience my family or accidentally injure anyone.” “Even if I agree, Petunia, you do realize that it will take some time, right?” Severus Snape seemed a little taken aback by my statement. “It's school holidays now. So Harry has until September”, Auntie replied calmly. “He can help around the house. Harry is an obedient and careful boy. If you deal with my nephew's problem sooner, you will send me an email and I will come for him. Or, if you want, you can bring him to Little Whinging, where we live. Here's the address,” She quickly scribbled the coordinates in her notebook and tore out a piece of paper. Harry is Lily's son, and my sister has been your friend since childhood and has always said only good things about you. So I trust you. I can't take care of Harry magically, you know I'm a squib. Please, Severus.” Actually, my aunt and I worked out this tactic together while we were on the bus. And it seems to have worked. Severus Snape curled his lip, but took the piece of paper with the address. “I'll deliver it myself. The deadline is the thirty—first of August, if nothing happens before that, then…” “You should be able to do it”, Petunia-san smiled, clearly delighted that I was able to impose on the magician. “Listen to Mr. Snape, Harry.” With that, she nodded at me, Snape, and left the gloomy house at the Spinners' Cul-de-sac. I looked at my new sensei carefully. I wonder if he'll show me some kata? Or brew a potion? Or maybe mages have suppressive seals too?.. Fanart by Laura Mouraova “;Professor Snape”; https://vk.com/photo-119634594_456240547