Chapter 2.5 (Learning to Conjure)

A/N This is the hidden chapter I promised you all. Of course it doesn't fit in anywhere, and I'm sure once you read it you'll understand why. Harry was becoming too strong too fast. I'll probably give him powers like this later but not right now. Enjoy, although it's short and I'm not promising anything!

It was not like he got much to eat, but he definitely was feeling hungry, so he sat there imagining Mrs. Weasley’s homemade mince pies, the ones that he got for Christmas every year. They were so good, he would give anything for one of those right now, in fact he would settle for a carrot stick right now.

Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to steal some food from the fridge when Aunt Petunia isn’t looking.

When he was thinking this he heard a snap from behind him. Startled he turned around to face his bed, on it lay a plate stacked with mince pies. It looked as if they had just come out of the oven.

Bloody hell, how did this happen? I don’t have a house elf, and Hedwig couldn’t have brought them she’s still off delivering the notes. Well maybe they’re just a mirage.

Thinking this he reached out to grab one of the pies; he felt the heat of it and took a bite. Nope, they’re definitely real. I would love a butterbeer that would definitely make a nice lunch. Right in front of him a huge bottle of the stuff appeared right next to the plate of pies.

“What’s going on, how can I do this?” He said out loud to himself. He tried to find an explanation for this, but the only reason he could come up with was that he was conjuring objects without a wand. Well I guess going from wandless magic to wandless conjuring isn’t that big of a step. He decided to test his theory; he imagined an entire banquet, complete with table and punch bowl. He closed his eyes and concentrated.

Harry heard the ‘snap’ sound and opened his eyes to find a massive banquet table filled with steaming food, there was even an ice sculpture carved in the shape of a dragon.

Oh man, I’ll never go hungry again! And I won’t have to sit and eat dinner with Dudley. I wonder why McGonagall never told us about wandless conjuring, I would think that it would be quiet handy. I’ll have to ask Hermione later, right now I’m going to have a nice big lunch.

After his discovery The days were passing much more quickly now; in the morning he would walk, or sometimes jog, up to the park and swing with Emma, talking about their lives. She was interesting to talk to and was very intelligent, almost like a miniature Hermione. She’d grown up a single child and didn’t have many friends because she would make weird things happen when she got angry or scared. This startled Harry because it was so similar to his own childhood. Harry told her not to worry, and stay strong, because he would be her friend no matter what happened.