Job
Here begin small time skips, just to pause at necessary or interesting moments. I hope you enjoy them.
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Harry had chaos magic inside him. He had two options: remove it and become an ordinary wizard... or keep it and, by mastering that power, become a wizard above all others and beneath no one.
But Wanda also felt that if the chaos magic was taken away, it would be like breaking the bond that had formed between them. Even though she had used Harry's blood to slightly alter her own, she knew that, in truth, they shared nothing. That is, she, Wanda Maximoff, had no real connection to him. There weren't even any legal adoption papers... just ones she had created herself.
And yet, having that connection"no matter how illogical it was"made her happy.
"What if I teach him to control it?" was her first thought. But she also knew that chaos magic was dangerous. It literally came from one of the first demons: Chthon. And not just any demon... one of the most feared.
Wizards, sorcerers, spellcasters"anyone who moved within the mystical world"avoided saying his name aloud. It could trigger his appearance, create an implicit pact, or unleash curses tied to his essence. But the chaos magic inside Harry didn't come directly from Chthon. It came from his connection to her.
To use an analogy involving Doctor Strange and the Vishanti, Wanda would be like the battery""in this case, the Vishanti""and Harry like Strange: someone who uses the magic freely and only gives it back when he can no longer use it... that is, upon death.
The difference is that Strange had to follow the rules of the Vishanti: maintain order, protect balance, and not abuse the power. In contrast, other entities like Dormammu or Chthon demanded a real price: corruption, madness, or eternal service.
But in Harry's case, Wanda was the one setting the price. And that price... was nothing. She only wanted him to be safe.
That's why, in that moment, Wanda decided the best thing would be for Harry to keep the chaos magic"not just the magic of this world.
"All right, Harry. Looks like we're going to have to train every day from now on," Wanda said suddenly, while he was still levitating the TV.
"Well... okay," Harry replied, tilting his head, not entirely understanding. He only knew he was going to train his magic.
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One year later.
"Hurry up, Harry!" said Hermione. Now six years old, she was a bit taller and her teeth looked quite normal. Though in truth, that was thanks to Wanda's intervention. Hermione had always been bothered by her large teeth, so one day she ran away from home and came to ask Wanda if she could shrink them a little. Wanda did it without much trouble. Of course, she was later scolded by her mother, but Hermione gladly accepted the punishment. It was worth it.
"I'm coming, wait!" shouted Harry as school supplies flew all over his room and rushed into his backpack at top speed.
Today was the first day they would go to school alone, and the excitement was palpable.
"Bye, Mom! See you this afternoon!" Harry shouted, jumping to give Wanda a quick hug before running out the door. Outside, Hermione was already waiting.
Susan stepped up as the two kids waved at her on their way out. Then they dashed toward the school, which was only a few blocks away.
"Have fun!" Susan called out with a smile, then turned to Wanda.
"You're going to watch them, aren't you?" she asked with a teasing grin.
"Of course," Wanda replied naturally. "Then I'll head straight to work from there."
"Then good luck to you too," said Susan, well aware of how her friend was.
With that, Wanda rose gently into the air and flew low, keeping an eye on the children from above. She watched them run, stop at a shop to buy ice cream, and then continue peacefully toward the school, chatting as if nothing else existed.
Wanda smiled and returned home. Today was her first day working at Flourish & Blotts, the famous bookstore in Diagon Alley. Incidentally, the moment she walked in with her résumé, they hired her without even reading it. Of course, a pretty face is more useful than many degrees. Just like in the real world.
She appeared right in front of the bookstore and walked in calmly, greeting the other workers with a soft smile.
"Hi, you're the new girl, right? Follow me, please," said a woman in her thirties, with an expression of pride and a hint of disdain in her eyes. She was dark-skinned, had short hair, a flat face, and very pronounced cheekbones. Her nose looked like an inverted hook. From an international beauty standard... she was an unattractive woman. And when she saw Wanda's face, she couldn't hide her jealousy.
"Sure," Wanda replied calmly, unbothered.
"My name is Chelsea. My last name doesn't matter. I don't want to be given honors or treated better because of my family," she said with a noble air, although the fact she mentioned her family already made it clear she came from an important house… and wanted that to be known.
"For now, your job will be to arrange these… things," she added, pointing at a cage full of furry books that seemed to be sleeping.
"By the way, be careful. And try to finish in a quarter of an hour at most. We don't like slow people around here," she said with a hint of disdain.
"Alright," Wanda replied calmly, which earned her an annoyed glare from Chelsea.
The woman looked at the now-quiet books and let out a mocking little smile.
"Good luck," she said before walking away with a haughty stride.
Wanda watched her leave, then turned her eyes back to the books, which obviously came to life the moment she touched them. Her job was to place them on the shelf, in a space prepared with cages.
They were just a few books for collectors interested in this kind of rare specimen. There weren't many"five at most.
Wanda approached the cage on the floor and opened the gate. The books inside immediately opened their eyes at the sound and turned to look at her. As soon as they saw her, they froze completely. Some primal fear compelled them to become normal books, as if their own awareness warned them that if they dared attack her, they'd end up as papier-mâché… or confetti.
So Wanda had no trouble picking them up and placing them on the shelf in their prepared cage. It literally took her only about three minutes"and that was because she took the time to look at them curiously. If she had used magic, it would've been instantaneous.
"There you are! I've been looking for you," said a young woman in her twenties, approaching with a friendly smile. She was a petite blonde with blue eyes. "I'm Lois, the supervisor. I'm sure Chelsea put you on this task. Sorry about that," she added with a slightly guilty expression.
"I'd love to criticize her or even fire her, but the owner seems to know her family, so it's tricky… even though she's a pain in the butt. Just ignore her"that's what I usually do. Well, the last worker couldn't take it and quit, so your help is very timely. Especially since tomorrow we've got a book signing with the author Lockhart," said Lois, talking much more than necessary.
"I see. Then I'll just ignore her. And don't worry, the boss already told me about the signing tomorrow. And how the housewives tend to get a little… wild," Wanda replied with a calm smile.
"That's good. Really good. You did a great job. Though I'm sure Chelsea didn't explain how to calm them down… How did you figure it out?" Lois asked with interest.
"They just stayed still when I picked them up," Wanda said, a bit confused.
"Wow! Then you must be really good with animals," Lois commented with a smile.
"Well… something like that," Wanda replied, thinking about the demons she could summon with the Darkhold.
"Come on, I'll show you around and explain what your job will be," Lois added in her cheerful tone, guiding Wanda through the bookstore and explaining how everything worked.
Meanwhile, Chelsea, who was reluctantly assisting a customer, turned to look at Wanda chatting peacefully with Lois. She immediately frowned and tossed the change at the person in front of her with clear annoyance.
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Next chapter:
A visit to Gringotts… with a bit of commotion.