Something in him broke, split down the middle. Peeled back, opened.

Blazed like a wildfire out into nothing.

And then everything.

Colour surged, power and energy roared in his ears.

There was blood – lots of it – dripping from his nose, his mouth, but he didn't care.

He barely even noticed.

All he could feel was the power.

The energy.

That delicious feeling that had been kept from him all these years.

At once, Wolfie didn't matter.

Her words, her Cheshire grin, didn't matter.

Exams didn't matter, James didn't matter, his Mother didn't matter.

It was just him and all of that power.

Truth washed over him as electrified particles sailed through the air.

He was almost too stunned to appreciate it.

Then it dawned on him:

He was a Halfblood and Alexa had lied.