I flicked my finger and a parchment and quill floated to my desk, writing back to Daphne "I just hope they can keep their emotions in check when I put them down eventually. On another topic I'm going to meet Dumbledore in two weeks to discuss something about the magic I can wield. When I get back we can go to Diagon Alley for our stuff" sending the letter back with their owl I went back to designing a forge that could change any Iron Ingot into another ore, I just needed to beat it into that ore. I knew my dad was secretly looking over my shoulder seeing what I was drawing. Not long after I got a letter flown in by my owl. Petting her and giving her a plate of bacon I retrieved the letter
"What do you mean meeting with the most powerful wizard, and what about this magic your talking about?"
Knowing my dad could see me I flicked my finger and a new parchment floated over. I said into the air "well I don't know what we're going to talk about, but my dad seems a little worried. I know he's trying to not show it but I can hear his magic. Well you remember when I made the dolls I made for you and your sister. I used it to make them" and with another flick of my finger the letter folded and floated into my owls beak after I cleaned her up. My owl waddled over to the window and jumped out flapping it's wings.
"Well time to finish the fire enchantment" I said looking over the desk, taking a seat I closed my eyes and lifted my wand. whispering. "I need the fire to be purifying yet transformative, a deadly Duo. A fire so fierce dragons cower. A warmth so gentle. A Light to guide. A light to eradicate. A heat all consuming. An inviting heat. A melody to heal the soul and mend the body. A glow so bold. A glow mistaken for that of a Phoenix's Rebirth." While I was thinking I could hear an orchestra all around me, well mostly just brass instruments, until a rumble from the distance and a soft melody past by my cheeks. A note had caught my sight and I followed it. Yet the rumbling in the distance never stopped. The drums sudden and overwhelming explosion aided by electric strings. It was all I could hear. just as they had arrived, they vanished only leaving a small acoustic guitar playing, joined by a soft yet powerful . Slowly building, Slowly building until the very air around me exploded with color I could see thru my closed eyes. I finished thinking and I felt a warmth come from my wand. Opening my eyes I saw a white flame coming from the tip of my wand. Amazed I let my fingers pass thru it and it did nothing. "A warmth so gentle.. could.. nooo.. maybe?.. why not its just a cut" extinguishing the flame with a flick I pulled out a small knife from one of my drawers and cut the tip of my finger. Remembering how the song flowed and how it crashed and changed direction. The familiar warmth returned, I held the finger I cut over the flames and to my astonishment I felt the cut heal in moments. I was so amazed I dropped my wand, the magic still active. Everything to cross the tip of my wand ceased to be. The fire consumed everything, perfect half ovals thru my desk and one perfect imprint of half an oval. I moment after I saw the wand falling I wanted to catch the wand, but an old proverb came to mind. A falling knife has no handle. So I let the wand fall. I reached for the now on the floor and not moving wand. I extinguished the flame and turned to my door and walked slowly to my fathers room with eyes on the border of popping out. I reach his study and knocked on it tree times.
"Yes?"
"Um father there is something I would like to show you." A silence so deep expanded from the door
"Please come in, Sorry for the wait I was going thru the family holdings." He said trying to cover up the coffee spill on his shirt. His song is all over the place.
"Oh okay. Um dad I want to show you something I just made." I said taking out my wand. "It doesn't even have a name yet" I said while casting the spell
"Merlins beard Rudy, what kind of spell is that?" He asked eluding to this being the first time he's seen this.
"Well when thinking of an enchantment for the flames to the forge I wanted to build in the old barn, I said out loud I need the fire to be purifying yet transformative, a deadly Duo. A fire so fierce dragons cower. A warmth so gentle. A Light to guide. A light to eradicate. A heat all consuming. An inviting heat. A melody to heal the soul and mend the body. A glow so bold. A glow mistaken for that of a Phoenix's Rebirth. And then I feel a warmth coming from my wand. I ran my fingers thru it and it was warm to the touch. Then I said did my wording do this? next I cut my hand and ran it through the flame and it healed my finger. I was so surprised my wand slipped and I let it fall with the magic still active and whatever past thru the tip, was annihilated in totality. So I deactivated the spell and walked here in a normal and calm manor to tell you I'm lost." I said openly
"Well first you need to make a name for this spell, then we need to record it into the family crest. I don't think you want just anyone walking around with this spell. And lastly lets see if you can make that spell with out the more permanent side effects. For pure profit I assure you." He said in a strait face
"Like what. a patent?" I said
"pretty much thanks to a binding magical contract the only witches or wizards allowed to use it would be those who are bound to you. and if I may I would refer you to those who hold secrecy and the well being of their wards above all, even in death they would not spill their secrets. Many a necromancer or dark lord would 'revive' them and attempt to interrogate them about a past patient, only to be hit with a gentle smile and told to piss off and let them sleep. Believe me boy I know" he said
"St. Mungo's a good choice and maybe one day expand into the rest of Europe one day" I said looking into the future and looking down. I felt dizzy, wobbly even. but still I stood before my dad. His eyes scanning me
"You okay kid" He said getting a closer eye on me
"I could definitely use some sleep right now dad" I said swaying a little. He walked over to me and guided me to my bed
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After putting my son to sleep, I ran to my study and checked to see if my magical recording devices got anything. Each device caught a lot of things but I couldn't make heads or tails of the details. not that I could in the first place. Dumbledore had asked me to monitor my son and to hold the pendant and say Chocolate Frog three times so that he eventually would come and pick up the devices. Well after this morning I followed the protocol and held the pendant tightly and said "Chocolate Frog, Chocolate Frog, Chocolate Frog" I felt the pendant vibrate and then do nothing. I wasn't to long since then when a big brown owl flew in and landed on my desk. It dropped a letter with Dumbledore name on it. I opened it and read
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"Bonkers Regulus my friend I received your signal not too long ago, then my contacts in the ministry Say a large amount of magic was just used at your Manor, What has happened?" I read the letter. a groan already escaping me, I flicked my finger just like my son and I had a quill and parchment float to my desk and wrote.
"Manic Dear Albus, I would like to inform you that the equipment I borrowed is ready for pick up at your latest convenience. Please tell the ministry that my son was helping me create his new Heir signate ring. Sorry for the disturbance Albus." I flicked my finger and the parchment folded and slid into the pouch the owl had, Giving it ten strips of bacon the owl flew off. 'I hope the owl finds you well' I thought and continued seeing the the profit margins for his empire of gold.