Harry Potter: MageX

The sun was showing off this morning, all golden rays and perfect lighting, as Diagon Alley stretched out before Harry and his crew like it was straight out of a magical tourist brochure. It was the kind of day where the cobblestones practically sparkled underfoot, and the air was thick with the hum of wizards and witches rushing to get their shopping done before the lunch rush. Harry, Sirius, Jean, Susan, Tonks, and Ororo were making their way down the alley like they owned the place, and, honestly, with their looks and confidence, they pretty much did.

Sirius was first to break formation. Of course, he was. He was like a kid in a candy store—except the store was Quality Quidditch Supplies, and instead of candy, there were Firebolts on display. Harry was already shaking his head, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Harry!" Sirius called, practically bouncing in place, his hands pressed against the glass of the shop like he was pleading with the broomsticks to come to life. "How about we get you a Firebolt? I mean, the Nimbus is fine, but don't you think it's time to upgrade?"

Harry gave him a look that said he'd been through this a thousand times, even though it had probably only been five minutes. "Sirius, I've got mutant powers for flying. I don't need a broomstick."

Sirius blinked, pretending to be shocked. "Oh, right. You can just fly now. My bad. Still, can't hurt to have a backup plan, right? I mean, look at that beauty!" He pointed dramatically at the Firebolt, which might as well have been calling Harry's name at that point.

"I've got a Nimbus 2000," Harry said, not even pretending to be interested. "It's been good to me."

Sirius flung his hands up in exaggerated exasperation. "A Nimbus? Please, Harry. A Firebolt is like the Ferrari of brooms. You could practically dodge a Bludger and still have time for tea!"

Harry rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to laugh. "Fine. If you're that insistent, go for it, but only because I know you won't stop talking about it."

Sirius's grin stretched wide. "That's the spirit, kid!" He gave Harry a thumbs-up and winked like he'd just scored a major victory. "Just think of the looks you'll get at the next match!"

As they moved on, Harry could already hear Sirius mentally calculating the cost of that Firebolt and how he was going to convince Harry to get it. As the group split up, each one going their separate way, Harry found himself lost in the quiet chaos of the wizarding world around him.

Jean was flipping through a display of enchanted spellbooks, her fingers grazing the leather-bound covers with a kind of reverence. Harry couldn't help but watch her for a moment, noticing the way her golden-red hair caught the light. He probably looked like a deer in the headlights when she looked up and caught him staring, but Jean just smiled, a little teasing and a little shy.

"So, what are we buying today?" she asked, her voice soft but teasing. "Or are we just here for the snacks?"

Harry laughed, a little nervous but trying to play it cool. "Well, I did hear the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans are on sale," he said, making a face. "But I think I might pass on the vomit-flavored ones."

Jean grinned, the same way she had when they first met—like she knew exactly how to make Harry feel like the luckiest guy in the room. "Smart move. I think I'll just stick to the books."

Meanwhile, Susan and Tonks had wandered off toward the fashion stores, where Tonks was, predictably, making a scene. She was currently trying on a pair of dragon-hide gloves while also balancing precariously on one of the displays, looking for all the world like she was auditioning for the role of "most accident-prone witch" in the magical community.

"Wotcher, everyone!" Tonks called, laughing as she almost tripped over her own feet. "I swear, these shop floors are out to get me. They move when I'm not looking."

Sirius's voice rang out from behind them, clearly enjoying the show. "Careful there, Nymphadora. Looks like the floor's got a vendetta."

Tonks shot him a glare, though it didn't have the intended effect. "Don't call me Nymphadora!" she huffed, hands on her hips, pretending to be offended. "Unless you want to spend the rest of the day looking like a neutered dog!"

"Alright, alright," Sirius said, his grin getting wider by the second. "I'll stick with 'Tonks,' but only because I know you can't resist my charm." He winked, completely sure he was winning.

"You're lucky you're cute, Black," Tonks muttered, though her smile betrayed her. "Otherwise, I'd be hexing you into next week."

Ororo, who had been standing just behind them watching the chaos unfold with her signature calm grace, finally spoke up. "And here I thought I had seen everything," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "You're all a handful, aren't you?"

"I like to think of us as 'charming chaos,'" Sirius said with an exaggerated bow. "Works better than 'organized trouble,' don't you think?"

"I don't know," Ororo replied, raising an eyebrow. "I think 'dangerously charming' is more accurate."

Harry felt the air around him shift as Jean, catching his eye again, smiled just a little more than necessary. The tension between them, unspoken but undeniable, was thick enough to cut with a knife. And Harry, in his usual fashion, had no idea what to do about it—other than enjoy the company of everyone around him. But hey, who could blame him? It wasn't every day you found yourself surrounded by a group of the coolest people in the magical world. Even if he had no idea what was going on with his own feelings.

Sirius, catching Harry's distracted gaze, gave him a playful nudge. "Well, kid, looks like we've got a lot more adventures ahead of us. And no Firebolt can replace that kind of action."

"Yeah, yeah," Harry muttered, still looking at Jean. "I'm starting to think you're right about one thing, though."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, as if Harry had said something profound.

"You do know," Harry continued, shaking his head with a grin, "you're never going to let me live this down, right?"

Sirius's grin was back, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. "I wouldn't dream of it, kid."

—

The second Harry stepped through the door of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, he was hit by a wave of sugar and magic that practically made him dizzy. The parlor was a sensory overload—scoops of every color and flavor imaginable were floating above the counter, suspended by a flick of the wrist, while waffle cones crackled in the background like a symphony of sweetness. It felt like someone had turned the world's most whimsical candy shop into a live-action movie. No creepy Oompa Loompas, just charm and wonder everywhere.

Ron, who was halfway through a cone that looked suspiciously like a tower of mischief, practically choked on it when he spotted Harry. His eyes went as wide as the Full Moon. "Blimey, Harry!" Ron practically shrieked, nearly dropping his cone as if it were a grenade ready to blow. "What happened to you? You look like you've been hit by the 'suddenly-awesome' spell!"

Hermione's gaze lingered on Harry a beat longer than usual, her brow furrowed as she studied him like a complex potion. "You look..." she trailed off, clearly trying to find the right word. "Different," she finished, her voice soft but filled with that trademark Hermione wonder. "But in a good way, of course!" she added hastily, her cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink as she realized just how awkward she sounded.

"Yeah, been a bit of a roller coaster," Harry said, scratching the back of his neck, suddenly feeling very much aware of the way his clothes seemed to fit a little better and how, well, everything about him seemed brighter. "It's a long story," he added, winking to keep things light.

Ron, ever the trouble magnet, leaned forward with a suspicious squint. "Long story? You look like you just walked out of some wizarding spa, mate. You sure you're still... you know, Harry?" His eyes narrowed with that mix of admiration and a touch of jealousy that only Ron could manage in one sentence.

"I promise you," Harry said with a grin, "same old me. Just a few upgrades." He gestured to the group around him, hoping the conversation would shift before Ron's curiosity exploded. "Everyone, meet Susan Bones. She's a fellow Hufflepuff and a top-tier friend."

Susan beamed at the group, her red hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Her smile was so warm and genuine it was like sunshine had just walked into the room. She waved shyly at the Weasleys and Hermione, her eyes briefly meeting Harry's before darting away, though not without a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "Hi, it's nice to officially meet all of you. Harry's said so much about you." Her voice was quiet but confident, betraying a softness that hinted at the weight of her thoughts.

"And this is Jean Grey," Harry continued, gesturing toward Jean with a flourish as if she were some kind of starlet at a movie premiere. "She's... well, let's just say she's a bit of a big deal in her own right."

Jean chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that seemed to make the air itself lighten. Her green eyes sparkled with a quiet intensity, the kind that made you feel like she could read your thoughts without even trying. "Pleasure to meet you all," she said, her voice smooth and warm, as if the room had just become a bit more inviting.

Before anyone could process all that, Harry shot a glance at Sirius, who had practically been grinning at them all since they walked in. Sirius was leaning against the counter, looking like he had just stumbled out of a movie set where he played the charismatic, slightly roguish hero. His grin was mischievous, the kind that seemed to suggest he was always one step ahead of the crowd. "And last but not least," Harry said, throwing his arm around Sirius's shoulders, "this is Sirius Black, my godfather. He's like the cool uncle you never had, except, well, cooler."

Sirius gave them all a nod, flashing a smile that practically screamed, "I know I'm irresistible." "The pleasure's mine, folks," he said, giving them a mock bow. "And yes, my name rhymes with 'serious,' but don't let that fool you—I'm usually not."

Ron's eyes narrowed. "You know, Sirius, I've got to hand it to you—your jokes are almost as bad as my brothers'."

Sirius winked, tossing Ron a playful look. "That's the goal, my friend. It's all about keeping you on your toes."

Hermione, who had recovered from the initial shock of meeting new people, leaned in slightly, her eyes scanning each of them like she was already mentally cataloging their every detail. "Well, it's certainly a pleasure," she said, her usual no-nonsense tone softened by the warmth in her voice. "You'll have to excuse Ron; he's not used to seeing Harry look so... polished."

Ron rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried (and failed) to suppress a grin. "Polished, right. Just don't let him start using conditioner, or we're all doomed."

Jean laughed, the sound light and easy, and Susan glanced at Harry, her eyes softening as if she were caught between the worlds of friend and something else, something unspoken. The chemistry was undeniable—there was an energy between them that practically crackled in the air.

As they settled into their seats, ice cream cones in hand, Sirius leaned back in his chair, surveying the group with that same half-cocked smile. "So, I'm guessing you lot are up for an adventure or two while you're here, yeah?"

"You know us too well," Harry said, his grin matching Sirius's. "When aren't we?"

—

"By the way," Harry said, leaning forward with an almost too casual air, like he wasn't about to drop a massive bomb on the group. "Jean will be joining us at Hogwarts this year, starting with our third year."

The room went oddly quiet. The Weasleys and Hermione exchanged looks, their eyes practically saying, Did we just hear that right? Ron's ice cream cone wobbled dangerously in his hand as his brain tried to process the words.

"Wait," Ron started, his face scrunching in that way it did when he was trying to make sense of something that made absolutely no sense at all. "You're telling me... Jean's gonna be at Hogwarts with us? This year?"

"Yeah," Harry said with a half-nod, trying to make it sound like it was no big deal—except it kind of was. "She's, uh, pretty exceptional. Definitely fits in with our kind of crowd."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, always one to be skeptical when things seemed a little too good to be true. "You mean exceptional in the sense of, like, another student who can make potions explode, or—"

"Uh, no," Harry said quickly, his face lighting up in that way it did when he was trying to steer things away from any potential disaster. "More like... magical mutant exceptional. So, yeah, things might be a little different this year."

Ron, whose brain had finally caught up with his mouth, blinked and pointed a finger at Harry like he was trying to poke a hole in his logic. "Magical mutants? Like... X-Men mutants? Is she going to start lifting cars over her head or summoning fire from her fingers or something?"

"Uh, no," Harry said, glancing at Jean, who was doing her best to remain composed despite the obvious attention being drawn to her. "But... kind of? She's got some pretty serious abilities. Like, really serious."

Jean, looking completely unbothered by all the attention, gave the group a knowing smile. "It's true. I have... let's call them talents. But I'm just a regular student at heart." She shrugged, the movement easy, confident. "I promise I won't turn the school into a mutant-filled circus. I'm more about learning magic than causing chaos."

Ron still seemed to be processing the idea of a mutant at Hogwarts who didn't want to set things on fire—yet. "So, you're like, a superhero? That's... mental. But cool. Very cool."

Hermione, ever the voice of reason (and also a bit of a control freak), gave a thoughtful look, then nodded slowly. "Well, that explains a lot." She gave Jean a friendly but somewhat skeptical smile. "But you'll have to let us know if you can do things like... I don't know, read minds or something. I'm not sure the wizarding world is ready for that."

Before Harry could respond, Arthur Weasley's voice boomed from the other end of the table, his usual wide-eyed excitement taking over. "Magical mutants, you say?" His glasses practically sparkled with enthusiasm, and he leaned forward so far, Harry thought he might topple out of his chair. "Fascinating! Absolutely fascinating! Welcome to our world, Jean! I mean, I've always wondered what it would be like if wizards and, well, other kinds of magic... collided! This is amazing!"

Jean blinked, surprised by the warm reception. "Uh, thanks?" she said, a little uncertain, but grateful nonetheless. "I'll do my best not to break anything too important."

Arthur waved a hand dismissively, his face alight with that look of absolute wonder that only he could pull off. "Oh, breaking things is half the fun! The Muggle world is so... ordinary. But you? You bring a whole new level of interesting to the table. I can't wait to see what you can do with some of the magic we use here! There must be so many ways to—"

"Arthur, dear," Molly Weasley interrupted, gently pulling her husband back from the precipice of another one of his wild rambles. She gave Jean a warm, welcoming smile. "It's wonderful to have you join us, Jean. We don't mind a little bit of different around here."

Susan, who had been quietly observing the entire exchange with a mixture of amusement and slight nervousness, finally spoke up. "Thanks," she said, her voice sweet but tinged with a little uncertainty. "It's... a lot to take in. But I think we'll be alright."

Ron gave a loud snort of laughter, trying to cover his obvious shock with a mouthful of ice cream. "Well, if you can survive the madness that is our year at Hogwarts, you'll be fine. Trust me on that."

Hermione, ever the realist, couldn't resist one last question. "So... just how different are we talking here? Are we going to need to get you some special mutant textbooks or something?"

Jean chuckled, clearly amused by the idea. "I think I'll be fine with the regular syllabus," she said. "Though if you've got any books on controlling psychic abilities, I'd love to take a look."

"Psychic abilities?" Molly asked, her eyebrows knitting together. "Like what, exactly? Are we talking... telekinesis?"

Jean smiled a little sheepishly. "I'd prefer if you didn't toss that word around. Let's just say I can do a lot of things with my mind." She glanced at Harry with a grin, as if she were quietly daring him to spill the beans. "But mostly, I'll try to keep it in check. Magic's a lot more fun when you mix it up with the basics."

Arthur leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands together in that excited way he always did when he was about to get lost in a new hobby. "Oh, I'm sure we'll find some fascinating things to experiment with. Let me know if you ever want to chat about Muggle gadgets! I've got a whole collection of things you'd love to look at."

The conversation quickly shifted into a discussion of Muggle inventions, much to Jean's delight. She had a knack for understanding complex systems, and soon she was chatting with Arthur about everything from strange machines to the possibility of a magic-powered microwave (which, frankly, sounded like a disaster waiting to happen).

As the ice cream flowed and the laughter grew, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him. Sure, things were a bit different now. Sure, he was still trying to figure out what it meant to be, well, him in this new world of magical mutants and friends who could stop time with their minds. But with these people—his people—around him, it felt like maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.

At least until they hit the next magical disaster. But, hey, that's the Hogwarts way, right?

---

Hermione leaned toward Susan, her expression a mixture of intrigue and absolute confusion, like she'd just discovered an ancient, enchanted rock and was trying to figure out if it was cursed or just really, really cool. She raised an eyebrow so high it almost disappeared into her hairline. "Susan," she asked, voice sharp with curiosity, "since when were you a mutant? What are your powers?"

If Susan had been any more embarrassed, she might have turned invisible. As it was, her face turned a pretty shade of pink, and she quickly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, as if that would somehow make the attention go away. "Well, I didn't really ask for them," she said with a sheepish smile, "but I awakened them recently. Just like Harry." She shot a quick glance at Harry, who was deep in conversation with Jean, his smile a little too bright for Susan's comfort. Focus, Susan. This is not the time for Harry-related complications.

"I can detect lies," she continued, voice a little higher than usual, like she was trying to cover the slight nervousness creeping in. "It's been… interesting trying to figure out how to control it. It's not exactly like having superpowers in the comics, you know? It's not like I can just look at someone and suddenly know if they're lying. But it's close enough to make me a little paranoid sometimes."

Hermione, naturally, was already piecing things together. "So you mean… you can tell when people are lying? Like, all the time?" Her voice carried the note of excitement that only someone with Hermione's brain could have when confronted with something both weird and potentially incredibly useful.

"Yeah," Susan said, giving a small laugh. "It's a little more complex than that, though. I can sort of feel it, you know? Like a… twinge. It's not like a glowing neon sign that says 'Liar! Liar!' but I can usually tell if someone's being dishonest. It's a lot to manage."

Ron, who had been silently munching on some toast, choked on his food as he registered the words. "Wait—so you mean, if I say I didn't eat all the biscuits in the cupboard...?" His eyes widened comically. "You're gonna know immediately I'm lying?"

Susan shot him a mischievous look. "It's not that obvious," she said, clearly enjoying the fact that Ron looked like he was about to burst into flames. "But yes, Ron. It's like I can sense when someone's… not being totally truthful."

"Brilliant!" Fred's voice rang out, practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. "I'm already thinking of all the fun we could have with that." He nudged George, who was in the middle of pretending to read a book upside down. "No more lying to her, mate. We'll have to step up our game."

George chuckled, eyes glinting with mischief as he set his book down (right side up this time). "Yeah, Fred. Looks like we've met our match." He shot Susan a wink. "No more sneaking biscuits behind her back, eh?"

Susan rolled her eyes, trying to suppress the grin threatening to spread across her face. "I don't need my powers to know when you two are up to something," she said, crossing her arms and giving them a playful but unimpressed look. "It's pretty obvious, really."

Fred and George both groaned in unison. "Ruined," Fred muttered under his breath.

"Absolutely ruined," George agreed, though his grin was still wide and wicked.

Hermione, who had been listening to the banter with that "I can't decide whether to laugh or lecture you all" expression on her face, shook her head in exasperation. "Honestly, you two," she said, but there was no real anger in her voice, just the resigned acceptance that this was the Weasley experience, and it wasn't going away anytime soon. "You're going to get yourself into so much trouble with that attitude."

Jean, who had been mostly quiet until now, listening with an amused smile, raised an eyebrow. "You two do look like people who get in trouble a lot, don't you?"

"Oh, you have no idea," Ron said, shooting a look at Fred and George as if to say, Please help me, they've infected me with this insanity too. "It's a family tradition."

The Weasley twins exchanged an almost imperceptible glance—one that could only be described as dangerous. "You'll fit right in," Fred said with a conspiratorial grin.

"Yeah, don't worry, Jean. We'll make sure you learn all the best tricks." George's wink was practically an announcement of impending disaster.

Meanwhile, Susan, who had been trying not to look at Harry too much (because every time she did, she felt that little flutter in her stomach, which was confusing and annoying and absolutely not what she wanted to feel right now), found herself distracted. Harry was laughing with Jean, his face lighting up in a way that Susan hadn't seen in a while. It wasn't that she didn't like Jean—she did—but seeing Harry so... happy made Susan's chest ache. A small, irrational part of her wanted to be the one who made him smile like that. The one who made him laugh in that easy, carefree way.

But that was ridiculous. Harry had moved on from her. He had Jean now. And Susan was just… well, Susan. Sweet, dependable Susan, who was secretly crushing on her best friend. Great.

Her gaze drifted back to the conversation, where Fred and George were in the middle of making plans to prank the next teacher who crossed their path. At least there was something to distract her from the weird swirl of emotions in her chest.

"Don't worry, Susan," Jean said, catching her eye. "It's good to have people around who can see things, even if they don't always say them. We all have our ways of making things work, right?"

Susan blinked, surprised by the warmth in Jean's voice. She smiled back, feeling the tiniest bit of relief. Yeah, she thought. Maybe this year won't be so bad after all.

—

Harry grinned like he'd just caught the Golden Snitch, his eyes gleaming with the kind of excitement you only get when you're about to show off something amazing. He stretched out his hand and—voila!—thin strands of webbing shot from his fingers, spinning and twisting into intricate patterns in mid-air. "Check this out!" he said, barely able to keep the grin off his face.

Ron's eyes went wide. He took a step back, like he was trying to avoid stepping into some invisible web. "Blimey, Harry! Does this mean we won't have to deal with those giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest anymore? That's brilliant!" He shuddered, though, and looked at Harry like he was some kind of creepy, wizardly arachnid. "But mate, you're shooting webs like a bloody spider. That's a bit… well, if you ask me, that's just plain weird."

Hermione looked at Harry with a mix of concern and that "I'm-about-to-make-sure-you-don't-do-something-stupid" look she did so well. "Harry, are you sure you're okay with all of this?" Her voice was soft, but you could tell she was ready to lecture him into the next century if she had to. "We need to be careful with these new abilities. They're powerful, yes, but they come with risks, Harry."

Harry tried to look cool, shrugging it off. But even his grin had a slightly shaky edge. "I'm fine, Hermione. Really. Been practicing a lot. And I've got Sirius and Dumbledore keeping an eye on things. Plus, the teachers are at Xavier's are looking out for me too. So don't worry." He tried to sound casual, but Hermione's brow furrowed deeper.

Before Hermione could go into full-on lecture mode, Ron, ever the sidekick in situations like this, jumped in with a quick change of subject to save Harry (and probably his own skin).

"Right, right, but look what I got, Harry!" Ron pulled out his new wand like it was some prized trophy, waving it around with an almost dramatic flair, like he was wielding Excalibur. "Got this over the summer. It's way better than my old one, which, if we're being honest, was held together with Spellotape by the end of last year."

Harry raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "What's it made of?" he asked, giving Ron's wand a once-over.

"Willow wood with a unicorn hair core," Ron said proudly, puffing his chest out like he'd just caught the Snitch, scoring the winning goal in a Quidditch match.

Harry looked at the wand for a second before nodding. "Good choice, mate. Seems like a perfect fit for you." He smiled and then looked at Hermione, expecting her to validate his praise.

Hermione gave a quick nod, though there was something almost... I-don't-know-how-to-deal-with-this in her eyes. "It's a great wand, Ron," she said, "Unicorn hair cores are known for their loyalty and consistency. Just like you." Her voice softened toward the end, and Harry swore he saw a hint of pink on her cheeks.

Ron missed the entire thing, of course, his mind only focused on his prized possession. "You know, I always thought unicorns were just for fairy tales, but turns out, they're good for wands too. Not bad, right?"

Before Hermione could respond, Jean walked over with her usual confident stride. She flashed a grin at Ron and Harry. "New wands all around, huh? That's fantastic!" she said, her voice smooth, with just the right amount of friendly sarcasm. "Harry and I got new ones made yesterday, too."

Ron, always up for the chance to be nosy, nudged Harry. "Oi, mate, let's see yours. What kind of wizarding goodness did Ollivander hook you up with?"

Harry was all too happy to pull out his wand. It was sleek, polished, and pretty darn impressive. He gave it a flourish, feeling the weight of it, like it was more than just a wand—it was a symbol of everything that had changed. "Well, my old wand kind of… overheated," Harry explained, his grin a little wobbly. "Magic overload, I guess. Guess my mutation was just too much for it."

Hermione immediately leaned forward, her eyebrows shooting up. "Overheated? Harry, that's—well, that's incredibly unusual. What exactly happened?" Her voice was light, but the concern was clear.

Harry waved her off with a grin. "It's fine, Hermione, really. Just a little magical overload, no big deal. Ollivander made me a new one, and it's brilliant." He gave the wand another flourish.

Ron took one look and whistled low. "Blimey, mate, that's some fine craftsmanship right there. What is it, oak and dragon heartstring?"

Harry chuckled. "Nah, something a little more… suited to me." He raised the wand a little higher, and Ron leaned in, trying to figure out exactly what kind of magic Harry had gotten. "Guess you could say it's a bit… advanced."

Hermione, always the one to dig deeper, leaned in closer, eyes narrowing. "A wizard's wand is an extension of themselves, Harry. You need to be careful with something like this. It could get unpredictable." Her gaze lingered on the wand for a second longer than necessary, though Harry couldn't quite tell what she was thinking.

Jean, sensing Hermione's 'super-intense-lecture-face' brewing, pulled out her own wand and swirled it around her fingers like a pro. "Here's mine," she said, with a casual confidence that immediately drew everyone's attention. The wand was a masterpiece—etched with strange symbols and an otherworldly sheen. "It's holly wood with an adamantine core," she said, as if it were no big deal.

Ron's jaw hit the floor. "That's… that's like a bloody ancient relic or something! I've never seen a wand like that!"

Hermione leaned in, looking incredibly impressed. "Adamantine? That's… extraordinarily rare. It's known for its immense strength and resilience. Definitely suits you, Jean." She gave Jean a genuine smile, as if finally appreciating her for something more than just her fiery personality.

Jean grinned, clearly pleased. "It feels like it was made for me, you know? Like it's part of who I am now." She gave a playful look at Harry. "I guess we're all getting our own little upgrade."

Ron, ever the jokester, leaned back and made a show of looking between Harry and Jean. "Well, looks like we've got two superpowered wizards on our hands now. Just try not to blow up the castle, okay? I kinda like having a place to sleep at night."

Harry and Jean exchanged a quick glance, their faces lighting up with a mix of excitement and something else—something a little quieter, but just as real. They stood a little closer than they had before, both feeling the pull of an unspoken understanding. Hermione noticed, and for just a second, she looked between the two, her heart doing a little flip. But she shook it off, focusing back on the group, trying to ignore the little whisper of envy curling up in her chest.

Hermione cleared her throat, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. "Jean, I just realized—we never asked about your powers. Care to enlighten us?"

Jean's eyes sparkled, and she gave them all a warm, mischievous smile. "Sure! I'm a telepath and telekinetic. That means I can read minds and move things with my thoughts."

Ron blinked. "Blimey, Jean, that's wicked! So, you can read anyone's mind? Even Snape's?" He shuddered just thinking about it.

Jean laughed, her eyes twinkling. "It's not as easy as it sounds, Ron. Some minds are harder to crack than others—like trying to crack a dragon's egg. Besides, I'm not out there snooping around. That would be rude, don't you think?" She glanced at Harry, and he gave her a secretive smile, their connection palpable for just a moment.

Ron chuckled, relieved. "Good thing you're on our side, then. The last thing we need is Snape knowing our every move." He sighed dramatically. "Then again, he probably knows everything anyway."

The group burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the warm afternoon air. Harry couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth, not just from the sun but from being with his friends, feeling at home in a way that he never thought possible. He glanced over at Hermione, who caught his gaze and then quickly looked away. There was a flicker of something in her eyes, but Harry wasn't sure what it was. Something about the way she was looking at him made his heart race a little faster.

And then there was Jean, standing just a little closer, her smile a little warmer than usual. Harry felt that same flutter again, but this time, he didn't brush it off. Something had changed, but what exactly? He wasn't sure yet.

As the conversation drifted to Quidditch, school rumors, and their summer adventures, they didn't realize just how much things were about to change. Because for Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Jean, this was just the beginning of something much bigger.

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