FONTAINE MANOR

Harry James Potter's first sign of accidental magic happened when he was five years old.

It was a trade-off day, when Sage was getting him packed and ready to stay with the Dursleys for two weeks.

He was hating every single minute of it. He'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning, apparently, and he was one second away from bursting into tears as she tried to shove his arms into his jacket.

"Harry, we're already late." She said, annoyed and exhausted. "Stop. Fucking. Struggling."

She went pale as soon as the bad word left her mouth, and that seemed to be the tipping point for him. His bottom lip trembled, and he burst into tears, face going red.

The pipes under the sink in the kitchen burst at the exact moment he began to cry, and water sprayed over the entire kitchen, soaking into the hardwood floor.

They both went silent, and Harry's eyes went from the mess in the kitchen to his godmother, eyebrows raised in utter shock.

"What was that?" He mumbled, so confused that Sage was able to easily slip his jacket over his arms and onto his body.

She sighed. "Harry, you just did magic."

"Don't be mad! I'm sorry!" He blubbered, and he only cried harder.

Sage was quick to comfort him, pulling him into a tight hug. "No, love. Don't be sorry! I'm not mad at all. This is a good thing. You just have to be careful, yeah?" She paused, letting him go to pull out her phone. "Listen, I'll call Aunt Petunia and we'll tell her that you can't go tonight. We'll have a talk, and then I'll take you there tomorrow. Is that alright?"

He nodded, trying to stop crying. "Yes please."

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