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Wandless
Chapter Number/Total: 11/49
Chapter Title: Wandless
Words: 2411 Words
Harry had hidden the Horcrux safely away. They hadn't wanted to destroy it yet - well, Harry hadn't wanted Draco to destroy it yet. He didn't want him to be in that burning pain again, not after nearly dying just retrieving the Horcrux.
Today was the day they had set up for the training meetings. Charlie and the twins were coming, as well as a few other Order members and Tonks.
They were waiting for them to Floo over right now in the entrance hall.
"What time did you say, Hermione?" Ron whinged, leaning against the wall.
"I told them three o' clock, Ron," said Hermione. "You're so impatient."
Draco lounged against the wall, listening to the two of them and watching his lover fidget.
Harry sighed, tapping his foot and picking at his sleeve. "You set the wards to let them in, didn't you?" he asked Draco for the third time.
Draco didn't actually answer, just raised an eyebrow at the nervous Gryffindor.
Harry huffed. "Where are they?" he asked Hermione. "If you said three, then they should've been here fifteen minutes ago."
"Harry, nothing's happened. They had Fred and George with them. They're bound to be a little late," she said calmly.
"And Tonks is usually late for meetings," Draco added.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, Tonks is probably worse than Fred and George."
Harry sighed again.
A few minutes later there were noises from the fireplace and Charlie suddenly fell out of it and then stepped quickly out into the room. "Sorry for being late," he said, looking at Harry. "Tonks somehow managed to accidentally knock one of the table legs off at Grimmauld and it was covered with Fred and George's ... experiments. Took a bit to clean up."
"See," said Hermione. "Tonks and Fred and George."
Harry moved forward and shook Charlie's hand in greeting.
"Damn, is this an entrance hall?" he asked, staring around the massive room.
Draco stepped forward, shaking Charlie's hand. "Welcome," he said.
Charlie smiled and nodded his head.
Soon, more people were coming through Floo. Harry watched as the room filled, well, it didn't actually fill, but it got fuller.
Fred was the next one out of the fireplace and he hopped forward happily and ruffled Harry's hair.
"Hi," said Harry raising an eyebrow.
Fred grinned and was joined quickly by George, who greeted Harry much the same way as his brother.
Tonks followed them, still apparently apologising to the other two for the accident. She grinned at Harry and greeted him in her typical "Wotcher, Harry," and then Draco with, "Hey cousin."
Harry smiled.
"It's fine, Tonks," said George to her apology. "No harm done."
"It shouldn't have been out in the first place anyway," said Charlie, lifting an eyebrow.
"Sorry, Mum," said Fred, rolling his eyes. "I swear, they act like we're not twenty years old."
"Because you don't act like you're twenty years old," said Ron.
"Shut up, Percy," said Fred.
Ron scowled.
"Shall we get started?" called Hermione over all the chatter.
"Indeed," Draco said. "We have a practise room set up and dinner will be served after."
"Yeah, let's get going," said Harry and then loudly to everyone, "Everyone, thanks for coming. We just thought this would be a really great way to prepare. The attacks have started up again so we all need to be ready. I know that some are better at combat than others and some are better at certain spells that the rest of us may not even know. We should all be able to learn or teach something new."
Hermione nodded. "All right, everyone, follow us," she said.
Draco let Hermione and Harry lead the group to the room, Apparating ahead of them to make sure it was set up properly and to recheck the specific wards which protected the rest of the house from accidents.
"Damn this place is big," said Fred as they walked along.
"It has a Quidditch pitch!" said Ron.
"No way," said George.
"It does," said Harry, nodding.
"You lucky bastard," said George, shaking his head at Harry.
Harry snorted, following Hermione to the training room.
They all filed inside. The room was set up a lot like the Room of Requirement had been when the D.A. had been using it, but it was a bit more advanced, filled with things that were specifically for training.
Once again, Draco leaned against the wall, waiting to see what would happen. He hadn't been kidding when he had implied that he had been jealous of the D.A. back in fifth year. He was really looking forward to the training, but even more important, to watching Harry lead.
"All right, let's get right to it, shall we?" called Harry. "I've sort of led something like this before and we always paired up with someone to practise with. So, everyone take a partner and we'll warm up a bit. Just a few simple jinxes at first, then we can figure out what levels we're all at."
There were murmurs of consent and agreement and Harry nodded.
"Good, find a partner then," Harry said, standing back himself. It was a little odd to be directing all of these adults much older than he was.
Draco walked up to Tonks, and bowed like he was going to ask her to dance. "May I have the honor?" he asked.
She laughed, rolling her eyes. "Sure, cousin," she said.
Harry stared around the room at everyone, not taking a partner himself. He was very glad to see that everyone was capable of doing a Shield Charm and basic Stunning Spells and simple hexes. They all seemed to be past that level, at least. He watched Fred and Ron for a bit and George and Hermione.
"Harry," said someone behind him, and Harry turned and quickly dodged a spell that went flying past his ear.
"Just making sure," said Charlie, grinning. "Can't have a leader who can't dodge a jinx."
Harry snorted and made to turn around before snapping back quickly and throwing a Leg-Locker Curse at Charlie.
Charlie ducked just in time and stood up again, smiling. "Close," he said. "You might have hit me had you not actually said the spell aloud."
"Yeah," said Harry with a sigh. "I'm crap at non-verbal spell work."
"Well, that's one thing we need to work on then," said Charlie.
Draco smiled. That was an area he was good at, as Harry would know by now. He enjoyed watching the camaraderie of Harry and the others, glad that they were able to playfully challenge him and that Harry handled it well.
Harry nodded.
"Just concentrate," said Charlie. "It is a bit hard to grasp at first and it's hard to train yourself not to say the spell because it's so much simpler to do, but it could be the difference between getting hit or hitting your opponent. It's something a lot of wizards have trouble with. Half this room is probably crap at it."
"Okay, so that's something we'll definitely work on then," said Harry, going back to staring around the room for a bit.
He challenged a few other people and was hit with a few jinxes, nothing an Ennervate or a counter-jinx didn't fix.
He found himself working his way towards Draco and he smirked at him. "Can you hit me?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry hadn't had time to relax his eyebrows and the words were barely out when he felt the Body-Bind. Draco had his arms crossed and had pointed the wand and done the spell with out even moving his lips. He had been trained since he was very young not to show what he was thinking. It helped.
Harry should have known. If he had been able to move, he would have been smiling tightly with narrowed eyes, but all he could do was lay there and wait for Draco to lift the spell.
Draco crouched beside his lover, leaning over so that he was in his frozen field of vision. "I may not have your power, but stealth I can do." He grinned. He leaned over and kissed those immobile lips and then lifted the spell.
Harry sat up quickly, smiling tightly. "I must admit, you're pretty good," he said, getting to his feet again. "You've proven yourself to be a good teacher in ... other ... areas. Do you think you could do as good a job in this one?" He smirked.
Draco grinned, flushing slightly at the laughter of the twins at Harry's comment. "I am willing to give it a try," Draco replied, smirk still in place.
Harry shook his head, but grinned at the twins. Why were they always around at the most inappropriate moments? "Good," he said to Draco. "Because I think I'll need it."
Draco nodded. "At your service."
Harry smiled.
He let everyone practise and warm up a little more before calling for order again. "Good news, we're not all a bunch of dunderheads. But like I said, there are areas each of us could improve upon. I noticed a bit of a lack of nonverbal spells. Can't do them so great myself. So let's focus on doing that tonight. Let's pair off into people who can do them and people who can't."
Once everyone was paired again, Harry looked back at Draco. "Care to explain the mechanics, love?" he asked. "Hopefully you can teach it a bit better than Snape."
Draco had never been asked to explain it to anyone else before. He thought for a moment. "I think there is more than just not saying the spell out loud. It is not showing it in your face or moving your mouth. The less your opponent can see or hear of what you are going to do, the less likely they can block it. First part is being able to do the spell non-verbally and the second is learning not to say or show it when you do."
"Okay, so everyone think of the spell you want to do, and then try and cast it without opening your mouth or showing anything on your face," said Harry. He turned back to Draco. "I can never seem to not show it," he said. "I can hardly help it."
Draco shook his head. "Trying to fool me on this one will be near impossible, Harry. I cheat."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "How so?" he asked.
Draco stepped in close, smirking. "First, I can read you better than a book," he whispered. "Second, I am a sensitive. I can tell what type of magic you are going to throw even if you don't show it in your face."
"Ah, yes," said Harry. "You would be able to tell, wouldn't you? I'm horrible at it. My emotions get in the way of everything. I could probably get good at it, but then not be able to use it when fighting Voldemort because of my hatred of him. I know it would show on my face."
Draco nodded, thinking about it. "Practise won't hurt," he smirked, "and I will try to think of something that will help."
"Okay, so should I just try one first? Even if you're able to block it, at least I might be able to get one out. I can hardly even do that," Harry said, pulling his wand back out.
Draco waited, wand ready and watching Harry. He'd always loved watching Harry do magic, but since their binding it felt even better.
Harry tried to concentrate as hard as he could and he could feel it on his face. He was only trying to do a simple Tickling Charm, but nothing happened. He sighed. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong," he said. "Are you supposed to think the words in your head?"
"The words are only part of it," Draco said. "You need to feel the power and shape it with your mind. You see what you want to happen and it does."
Harry nodded, trying to concentrate again. He knew that he wouldn't have time to concentrate like he was if he were facing Voldemort, but it was a start. He thought the words of the incantation, but also tried to focus his magic into his wand, imagining what would happen if it were to actually work. He nearly whooped when a weak spell shot out of his wand.
"Good," Draco said. "Don't worry about showing or not showing yet. Think about what you want to do. I have noticed you do have a few spells down non-verbal already."
Harry nodded. "I'm okay at some of them, but nothing really powerful. Just some simple stuff really." He raised his wand, ready to try again. He tried the same charm again, but it worked better this time since he wasn't thinking about what his face looked like.
Draco worked with Harry throughout the rest of the session and could see how tired Harry was from concentrating when practise came to an end. Draco was already working on a different approach to the problem as the group was sitting down to dinner.
Harry was very worn out, but the session had been a good one and a lot of progress had been made with quite a few people. Dinner was good as well. They all talked of the news and about how the wedding of Harry Potter seemed to be everywhere. There were lots of congratulations from everyone and well wishes. Ron, Fred and George insisted on a Quidditch game to be played soon and Harry and Charlie had readily agreed. Harry was very eager to see the infamous Charlie Weasley on a broomstick. By the time dessert came around, the chatter was much quieter and there were many yawns and soon, Harry and Draco were leading everyone back into the entrance hall to Floo home.
"See you, Harry," said Fred, sounding sleepy as he prepared to throw his Floo powder into the fireplace. "Can't wait for that game."
Harry nodded, grinning. He watched as he left, followed shortly by George and everyone else left in the room.
"I'm ready for bed," Harry yawned when he and Draco were alone.
Draco smiled tiredly at his partner. "So Apparate us to our suite," he said, taking Harry's arm.
Harry nodded and did. He walked to the bedroom and fell into the bed with his clothes still on as soon as it was in sight.
Chapter Title: Wandless
Words: 2411 Words
Harry had hidden the Horcrux safely away. They hadn't wanted to destroy it yet - well, Harry hadn't wanted Draco to destroy it yet. He didn't want him to be in that burning pain again, not after nearly dying just retrieving the Horcrux.
Today was the day they had set up for the training meetings. Charlie and the twins were coming, as well as a few other Order members and Tonks.
They were waiting for them to Floo over right now in the entrance hall.
"What time did you say, Hermione?" Ron whinged, leaning against the wall.
"I told them three o' clock, Ron," said Hermione. "You're so impatient."
Draco lounged against the wall, listening to the two of them and watching his lover fidget.
Harry sighed, tapping his foot and picking at his sleeve. "You set the wards to let them in, didn't you?" he asked Draco for the third time.
Draco didn't actually answer, just raised an eyebrow at the nervous Gryffindor.
Harry huffed. "Where are they?" he asked Hermione. "If you said three, then they should've been here fifteen minutes ago."
"Harry, nothing's happened. They had Fred and George with them. They're bound to be a little late," she said calmly.
"And Tonks is usually late for meetings," Draco added.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, Tonks is probably worse than Fred and George."
Harry sighed again.
A few minutes later there were noises from the fireplace and Charlie suddenly fell out of it and then stepped quickly out into the room. "Sorry for being late," he said, looking at Harry. "Tonks somehow managed to accidentally knock one of the table legs off at Grimmauld and it was covered with Fred and George's ... experiments. Took a bit to clean up."
"See," said Hermione. "Tonks and Fred and George."
Harry moved forward and shook Charlie's hand in greeting.
"Damn, is this an entrance hall?" he asked, staring around the massive room.
Draco stepped forward, shaking Charlie's hand. "Welcome," he said.
Charlie smiled and nodded his head.
Soon, more people were coming through Floo. Harry watched as the room filled, well, it didn't actually fill, but it got fuller.
Fred was the next one out of the fireplace and he hopped forward happily and ruffled Harry's hair.
"Hi," said Harry raising an eyebrow.
Fred grinned and was joined quickly by George, who greeted Harry much the same way as his brother.
Tonks followed them, still apparently apologising to the other two for the accident. She grinned at Harry and greeted him in her typical "Wotcher, Harry," and then Draco with, "Hey cousin."
Harry smiled.
"It's fine, Tonks," said George to her apology. "No harm done."
"It shouldn't have been out in the first place anyway," said Charlie, lifting an eyebrow.
"Sorry, Mum," said Fred, rolling his eyes. "I swear, they act like we're not twenty years old."
"Because you don't act like you're twenty years old," said Ron.
"Shut up, Percy," said Fred.
Ron scowled.
"Shall we get started?" called Hermione over all the chatter.
"Indeed," Draco said. "We have a practise room set up and dinner will be served after."
"Yeah, let's get going," said Harry and then loudly to everyone, "Everyone, thanks for coming. We just thought this would be a really great way to prepare. The attacks have started up again so we all need to be ready. I know that some are better at combat than others and some are better at certain spells that the rest of us may not even know. We should all be able to learn or teach something new."
Hermione nodded. "All right, everyone, follow us," she said.
Draco let Hermione and Harry lead the group to the room, Apparating ahead of them to make sure it was set up properly and to recheck the specific wards which protected the rest of the house from accidents.
"Damn this place is big," said Fred as they walked along.
"It has a Quidditch pitch!" said Ron.
"No way," said George.
"It does," said Harry, nodding.
"You lucky bastard," said George, shaking his head at Harry.
Harry snorted, following Hermione to the training room.
They all filed inside. The room was set up a lot like the Room of Requirement had been when the D.A. had been using it, but it was a bit more advanced, filled with things that were specifically for training.
Once again, Draco leaned against the wall, waiting to see what would happen. He hadn't been kidding when he had implied that he had been jealous of the D.A. back in fifth year. He was really looking forward to the training, but even more important, to watching Harry lead.
"All right, let's get right to it, shall we?" called Harry. "I've sort of led something like this before and we always paired up with someone to practise with. So, everyone take a partner and we'll warm up a bit. Just a few simple jinxes at first, then we can figure out what levels we're all at."
There were murmurs of consent and agreement and Harry nodded.
"Good, find a partner then," Harry said, standing back himself. It was a little odd to be directing all of these adults much older than he was.
Draco walked up to Tonks, and bowed like he was going to ask her to dance. "May I have the honor?" he asked.
She laughed, rolling her eyes. "Sure, cousin," she said.
Harry stared around the room at everyone, not taking a partner himself. He was very glad to see that everyone was capable of doing a Shield Charm and basic Stunning Spells and simple hexes. They all seemed to be past that level, at least. He watched Fred and Ron for a bit and George and Hermione.
"Harry," said someone behind him, and Harry turned and quickly dodged a spell that went flying past his ear.
"Just making sure," said Charlie, grinning. "Can't have a leader who can't dodge a jinx."
Harry snorted and made to turn around before snapping back quickly and throwing a Leg-Locker Curse at Charlie.
Charlie ducked just in time and stood up again, smiling. "Close," he said. "You might have hit me had you not actually said the spell aloud."
"Yeah," said Harry with a sigh. "I'm crap at non-verbal spell work."
"Well, that's one thing we need to work on then," said Charlie.
Draco smiled. That was an area he was good at, as Harry would know by now. He enjoyed watching the camaraderie of Harry and the others, glad that they were able to playfully challenge him and that Harry handled it well.
Harry nodded.
"Just concentrate," said Charlie. "It is a bit hard to grasp at first and it's hard to train yourself not to say the spell because it's so much simpler to do, but it could be the difference between getting hit or hitting your opponent. It's something a lot of wizards have trouble with. Half this room is probably crap at it."
"Okay, so that's something we'll definitely work on then," said Harry, going back to staring around the room for a bit.
He challenged a few other people and was hit with a few jinxes, nothing an Ennervate or a counter-jinx didn't fix.
He found himself working his way towards Draco and he smirked at him. "Can you hit me?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry hadn't had time to relax his eyebrows and the words were barely out when he felt the Body-Bind. Draco had his arms crossed and had pointed the wand and done the spell with out even moving his lips. He had been trained since he was very young not to show what he was thinking. It helped.
Harry should have known. If he had been able to move, he would have been smiling tightly with narrowed eyes, but all he could do was lay there and wait for Draco to lift the spell.
Draco crouched beside his lover, leaning over so that he was in his frozen field of vision. "I may not have your power, but stealth I can do." He grinned. He leaned over and kissed those immobile lips and then lifted the spell.
Harry sat up quickly, smiling tightly. "I must admit, you're pretty good," he said, getting to his feet again. "You've proven yourself to be a good teacher in ... other ... areas. Do you think you could do as good a job in this one?" He smirked.
Draco grinned, flushing slightly at the laughter of the twins at Harry's comment. "I am willing to give it a try," Draco replied, smirk still in place.
Harry shook his head, but grinned at the twins. Why were they always around at the most inappropriate moments? "Good," he said to Draco. "Because I think I'll need it."
Draco nodded. "At your service."
Harry smiled.
He let everyone practise and warm up a little more before calling for order again. "Good news, we're not all a bunch of dunderheads. But like I said, there are areas each of us could improve upon. I noticed a bit of a lack of nonverbal spells. Can't do them so great myself. So let's focus on doing that tonight. Let's pair off into people who can do them and people who can't."
Once everyone was paired again, Harry looked back at Draco. "Care to explain the mechanics, love?" he asked. "Hopefully you can teach it a bit better than Snape."
Draco had never been asked to explain it to anyone else before. He thought for a moment. "I think there is more than just not saying the spell out loud. It is not showing it in your face or moving your mouth. The less your opponent can see or hear of what you are going to do, the less likely they can block it. First part is being able to do the spell non-verbally and the second is learning not to say or show it when you do."
"Okay, so everyone think of the spell you want to do, and then try and cast it without opening your mouth or showing anything on your face," said Harry. He turned back to Draco. "I can never seem to not show it," he said. "I can hardly help it."
Draco shook his head. "Trying to fool me on this one will be near impossible, Harry. I cheat."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "How so?" he asked.
Draco stepped in close, smirking. "First, I can read you better than a book," he whispered. "Second, I am a sensitive. I can tell what type of magic you are going to throw even if you don't show it in your face."
"Ah, yes," said Harry. "You would be able to tell, wouldn't you? I'm horrible at it. My emotions get in the way of everything. I could probably get good at it, but then not be able to use it when fighting Voldemort because of my hatred of him. I know it would show on my face."
Draco nodded, thinking about it. "Practise won't hurt," he smirked, "and I will try to think of something that will help."
"Okay, so should I just try one first? Even if you're able to block it, at least I might be able to get one out. I can hardly even do that," Harry said, pulling his wand back out.
Draco waited, wand ready and watching Harry. He'd always loved watching Harry do magic, but since their binding it felt even better.
Harry tried to concentrate as hard as he could and he could feel it on his face. He was only trying to do a simple Tickling Charm, but nothing happened. He sighed. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong," he said. "Are you supposed to think the words in your head?"
"The words are only part of it," Draco said. "You need to feel the power and shape it with your mind. You see what you want to happen and it does."
Harry nodded, trying to concentrate again. He knew that he wouldn't have time to concentrate like he was if he were facing Voldemort, but it was a start. He thought the words of the incantation, but also tried to focus his magic into his wand, imagining what would happen if it were to actually work. He nearly whooped when a weak spell shot out of his wand.
"Good," Draco said. "Don't worry about showing or not showing yet. Think about what you want to do. I have noticed you do have a few spells down non-verbal already."
Harry nodded. "I'm okay at some of them, but nothing really powerful. Just some simple stuff really." He raised his wand, ready to try again. He tried the same charm again, but it worked better this time since he wasn't thinking about what his face looked like.
Draco worked with Harry throughout the rest of the session and could see how tired Harry was from concentrating when practise came to an end. Draco was already working on a different approach to the problem as the group was sitting down to dinner.
Harry was very worn out, but the session had been a good one and a lot of progress had been made with quite a few people. Dinner was good as well. They all talked of the news and about how the wedding of Harry Potter seemed to be everywhere. There were lots of congratulations from everyone and well wishes. Ron, Fred and George insisted on a Quidditch game to be played soon and Harry and Charlie had readily agreed. Harry was very eager to see the infamous Charlie Weasley on a broomstick. By the time dessert came around, the chatter was much quieter and there were many yawns and soon, Harry and Draco were leading everyone back into the entrance hall to Floo home.
"See you, Harry," said Fred, sounding sleepy as he prepared to throw his Floo powder into the fireplace. "Can't wait for that game."
Harry nodded, grinning. He watched as he left, followed shortly by George and everyone else left in the room.
"I'm ready for bed," Harry yawned when he and Draco were alone.
Draco smiled tiredly at his partner. "So Apparate us to our suite," he said, taking Harry's arm.
Harry nodded and did. He walked to the bedroom and fell into the bed with his clothes still on as soon as it was in sight.