Chapter 12.3- Doom Days

On leaving Flitwick’s office, I began making my way back to ht eChamber and right before I rattled off ,your usual series of spells to cloak myself, I sighed aloud. It has been going on for so long now that I might as well actually just confront her and be over and done with it. While I’d had a bit of fun with it initially, using her to test my sneaking around skills and even trying a bit of mind arts experimentation which hadn’t given me the ability I used to sense her bow, I still found it annoying. Was that the whole truth\> Hell no. The part of me that had once been Harry James Potter had loved his friends. He’d loved them dearly. The other two halves that made up this whole didn’t know or care much for love so that made the feelings an outlier.

What I still felt for Hermione Granger was not love by any means but I still could not bear to continue to ignore her so. Besides, I was in a good enough mood. Flitwick’s acceptance of me as a student was going to give me the next big thing I needed for my development. With the way he’d dismantled me in my duel, I had no doubts that I had plenty to learn. I stood to gain much from serving under him.

“I know you’re there Hermione” I called out. No answer.

“That’s a nice disillusionment charm, but It’s not even close to perfect. It shimmers when you move even slightly- like when your chest rises and falls with every breath for example” I felt her mind grind to a halt as she blared out panic. I wasn’t using legilimency on her, of course, just stretching out my senses in my environment. Tom Riddle had been a legilimens with little in the way of equals, one a step behind a true natural legilimens like Queenie Goldstein and all that talent was mine to develop as I saw fit. This sense was like a form of echolocation. I got the idea from a piece of Naruto fan fiction where the MC spread his chakra out like a sonar. I was doing the same here, except with my wand. It allowed me to feel those near me and some times gave hints as to what they felt when those feelings were especially “loud”..

“Well, if you still aren’t going to answer me, then I might as well leave. Don’t be offended if this turns out to have been your last chance, however” I said next.

“Wait. Harry” Her voice called out as I rose my wand to begin casting my spells. Her disillusionment fell as she moved, showing that her hold over the spell was just as precarious as it seemed.

“I just wanted to know where you’ve been staying since you left the tower, and maybe get to talk to you. You’ve been avoiding me” She said.

“And you decided the best way to solve that was to follow me to my residence and then confront me in a place I couldn’t escape from while simultaneously giving yourself the upper hand in the conversation. How very Slytherin of you” I said with a whistle.