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Hogwarts Targaryen Dragonborn
Hogwarts Bloodline Wizards
Hogwarts: Voldemort Inheritance Knowledge, Blood, and the Dark Mark
"The basic flow of magic is to guide the power first, then layer in the gestures and incantation."
Rock muttered to himself as he worked at the custom workbench he'd set up in his room. One hand flipped through an old alchemy text while the other guided a fine carving knife across a piece of practice wood. Thin curls of shavings drifted down onto the tabletop.
"Almost there…"
He exhaled and set the practice piece aside. Carving the runes themselves wasn't the hard part. The real problem was the materials. He couldn't afford to waste the good silver alloy on trial runs, so he'd been drilling on cheaper wood until the motions felt automatic.
He rolled his shoulders, then reached for the small wooden box beside him. Dragon-hide gloves went on first. His eyes shifted, irises blooming into slow-turning silver-gray nebulae as he lifted out a silver-alloy disk roughly the size and thickness of a large Galleon.
He dipped a unicorn-hair brush into a prepared potion and carefully painted a perfect circle on both faces of the disk. The liquid sank into the metal, leaving faint glowing trails only his eyes could see.
Rock took a steadying breath, picked up the micro-carving knife, and began.
The room filled with a faint, sharp zzt… zzt… sound, like something slicing across ice.
"Kenaz—done."
When the final stroke of the first rune settled, an ember-orange glow flickered across the disk before fading into stillness.
He didn't pause. The knife kept moving. With every turn and angle, Rock spoke the intent under his breath.
"Perceive death… but convert it into warning…"
A ripple seemed to pass through the air when the second rune closed its circuit with the first. The lamp on the desk gave a tiny, involuntary flicker.
Rock finished the last clean, straight line. Fine white frost immediately began forming along the carved paths, spreading outward.
He dropped the knife, snatched up his wand, and tapped the disk sharply.
"Stabilize!"
The frost halted, then slowly sank into the grooves.
Rock let out a quiet breath and reached for a pair of fine tweezers. He picked up a small quartz cat's-eye stone and aligned it with the central recess.
"With the light of insight, see what hides in shadow."
The stone clicked into place.
Every rune lit at once—orange, dark violet, pale blue, icy white. Light flowed through the circuits like liquid, gathering beneath the cat's-eye before bursting outward in a cone that swept the entire room, then slowly contracted again.
Rock pulled off the gloves and flexed his cramped fingers.
"Right. Sealing and hardening next."
He grabbed a feather quill, carefully coated the entire disk with a thin layer of silver paste made from Acromantula silk, then used a scrap of leather to buff it in. The step improved magical conductivity.
Finally, he took a strand of unicorn tail hair and, without touching the surface, drew a tiny protective rune at the convergence point of all the circuits.
Only then did he set the disk back on the workbench, raise his wand, and touch the tip to the quartz cat's-eye.
Magic poured in.
The disk vibrated, lifted slightly off the table, and began to rotate slowly in midair. An invisible wave rippled outward from the cat's-eye, scanning the room. Rock narrowed his eyes and fed it more power. The scan expanded, sweeping through the entire manor.
The quartz cat's-eye suddenly flared brilliant red, then dropped back onto the table with a soft clink.
Rock picked it up. The disk itself was now noticeably warm to the touch—its way of signaling a nearby threat.
He closed his eyes and let his own perception flow through the connection in his palm. First his room, then the second floor, the ground floor… and the basement.
The disk grew warm again.
The basement. Where Newt kept some of his more dangerous creatures.
Click.
The door opened. Tina's voice carried a note of alarm.
"Rock?"
He pulled his perception back and turned. "Grandma. Sorry if I startled you. I was testing something."
Tina stepped inside, eyes sweeping the room for any sign of danger before she relaxed.
"I thought someone had broken in," she admitted. Her gaze settled on the floating silver disk. "What is that?"
"A little alarm system," Rock said, rotating it slowly with his wand so she could see. "It senses if something dangerous gets close and gives a warning. It can also be used for short-range communication, though the range isn't great yet."
He sighed. He'd hoped to make something closer to a proper two-way mirror or telephone so he could stay in touch with them during term, but the necessary circuits were far too complex to fit on a single small disk.
Tina's expression softened. She reached out and ruffled his hair. "You really did pay attention while you were with Mr. Flamel, didn't you?"
"It went all right," Rock said with a small shrug, already turning back to his workbench.
Tina watched him for a few more minutes, then quietly let herself out.
Downstairs, Newt looked up from the book he'd been reading.
"Was that Rock making all that noise?"
Tina sat beside him. "He finished whatever he was working on. That pulse we felt earlier came from it."
Newt's mouth curved. "Good. At least Flamel's lessons weren't wasted on him."
Tina hesitated, then asked, "What about that Potions professor of his? The one he kept writing to over the holidays?"
"Snape?" Newt's eyes twinkled. "He's an excellent teacher. Looks after Rock quite well at school."
Tina gave him a long look. "Then we should send him something to show our thanks."
Newt waved a hand. "Rock said he'll handle it himself. He's got plenty of things from the basement he can use as gifts."
Tina arched an eyebrow. "That's not the same thing and you know it. A student sending a gift is one thing. His family sending one is another."
Newt chuckled but didn't argue. He knew better than to win that particular debate.