Its almost three years after the incident. While Harry and Draco tried to keep Albus miracle a secret from the world. Some times even rumours cannot be stopped from happening. The morning air in the Potter household was abuzz with energy. At just Ten years old, Albus Severus Potter was seated cross-legged on the backyard lawn, his fingers weaving complex motions in the air. Magic crackled faintly at his fingertips as spirals of raw energy danced in his palm.
"Too unstable," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "Need to tighten the chakra rotation...no, magic rotation in this case."
From the kitchen window, Ginny Potter watched in fascination. Her youngest son was nothing short of extraordinary—calm, composed, and always tinkering with ideas no Hogwarts textbook ever taught.
Inside the house, James Sirius Potter—now a proud first-year Gryffindor—rushed down the stairs as he came during his break, holding an owl-post edition of The Daily Prophet.
"Albus is in it !" he grinned. "They're calling you The Boy Who Cures the Impossible!"
Albus didn't look up. "Slightly dramatic, don't you think? I've just barely ignited the surface of true cure."
James ran outside, dropping next to him. "Is there any new technique you're working on? The Majestic Flame something you were telling about?"
Albus finally stood. "Majestic Flame Destroyer. Inspired by Itachi Uchiha's Amaterasu and Acnologia's flame manipulation, it's a sustained elemental blast using internal magical torque."
"…What?"
Albus chuckled. "You'll understand once I show you."
He raised his right hand, spiraling magic into a compact orb. It flared bright orange, pulsing with contained destruction. Albus then thrust it forward, unleashing a controlled stream of searing fire that scorched a distant target dummy into molten slag.
James stared, mouth open. "That wasn't a spell! That was raw magic!"
"No incantation," Albus nodded. "Just manipulation of magical nature and shape transformation."
Ginny stepped outside, arms crossed but smiling proudly. "And where exactly did you learn to do this?"
"Inspiration," he said innocently, "from something Irregular."
Harry joined her, holding a cup of tea. "He's beyond me now, Gin."
James suddenly stepped forward. "Al, teach me!"
Albus tilted his head. "You'll need to master your magical core flow and emotional discipline. You can't brute-force this."
"Please. I want to stand beside you, not behind you."
That hit Albus deep. With a rare smile, he extended his hand. "Then let's begin."
Weeks Later…
At Hogwarts, whispers echoed across common rooms and hallways.
"Did you hear about James Potter?"
"He melted an entire stone shield during practice!"
"They say he invented a new version of Incendio!"
James had earned a new name—The Fire Heir of Gryffindor.
But when asked in class where he learned it, he never hesitated.
"My brother, Albus. The real genius. I'm just lucky to learn from him."
Even Professors Flitwick and McGonagall were stunned at James's control over flame spells. His variant of the Majestic Flame Destroyer—"Solar Talon"—was elegant and precise.
During the time when James was in Hogwarts, The late summer sun filtered through the enchanted windows of the Potter household, warming the kitchen as laughter echoed from the living room. Seven-year-old Lily Luna sat cross-legged, curiously watching her older brother Albus as he carefully drew magical diagrams into the air with his wandless hand.
"That's the wind-enhanced Rasengan, right?" Lily asked, eyes wide with fascination.
Albus gave her a smile. "Exactly. But this one compresses the outer layer tighter than the previous variant. I call it Rasenshuriken, though it's not quite stable yet."
Lily clapped excitedly, clearly proud of her brother.
Ginny walked into the room just then, drying her hands on a towel. "Albus, that spell—how do you even come up with this stuff? It looks like no magic I've ever seen."
Albus looked thoughtful. "I was… inspired, I guess," he said, carefully hiding the truth about his previous life. "Mum, do you want to learn it? You've got great chakra control—uh, I mean, magical focus."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "You're offering to teach your mum a spell you invented at ten?"
"Sure," he shrugged. "I think you can do it."
Within a week, Ginny was training daily with Albus in the backyard. The spinning orb of raw magic that was the Rasengan was complex, requiring both rotational force and precise energy control. It was completely alien to anything in the Hogwarts syllabus. But Ginny, who had always been gifted with instinctual combat skills, picked it up shockingly fast.
Harry, watching from a distance one afternoon, approached them.
"What about me?" he asked, his green eyes shining with pride and curiosity. "Got anything for your old man?"
Albus grinned. "Actually… I think Flying Raijin is more your style, Dad."
"Flying Raijin?" Harry repeated.
"It's a teleportation technique using spatial seals. Instant movement anywhere the seal is placed. You could be in the middle of the Burrow, and if the seal is in Grimmauld Place, you'd be there in a blink."
Harry was skeptical. "That kind of magic isn't even theorized—"
Albus only smiled, then vanished mid-sentence—only to reappear behind Harry with a hand on his shoulder.
Ginny gasped. "Merlin's beard."
Potter Household: Days Later
As Albus demonstrated the Rasengan with Wind Chakra again, Ginny unleashed a miniature version of the same, a bright blue spiral surrounded by cutting air. Harry, meanwhile, placed seals across the backyard and teleported across them effortlessly using the Flying Raijin, laughing like a child discovering magic for the first time.
The family was glowing with pride.
"Do you know what this means?" Harry whispered to Ginny one night. "Our son… he's more than a genius. He might actually change the wizarding world."
Ginny nodded, placing a hand on his chest. "And we're going to protect him. No matter what."
The Burrow Gathering – Tensions Unleashed
During the next Weasley family gathering at the Burrow, Harry and Ginny couldn't hold back their pride. In front of the entire family, they demonstrated the Rasengan and Flying Raijin, giving credit to Albus.
Bill, Charlie, George, Fleur, and Audrey were astounded.
"That's… magnificent," said Bill, his curse-breaking mind already racing with possibilities.
"Albus created this?" asked George, eyes shining with admiration. "And taught it to you two?"
"Little legend," Charlie muttered with a grin.
Victoire and Rose, both present, were practically glowing with admiration. Rose stared at Albus like he was a living spellbook. "You're incredible," she whispered to him. "This isn't just talent. This is creation."
But not everyone was pleased.
Percy coughed uncomfortably. "This magic is highly irregular. Unregulated. Possibly even dangerous."
Ron's face was stony. "This kind of power… it feels wrong. Unnatural. Like something He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would have used."
Molly was trembling. "This isn't proper wizard magic—it's foreign, unstable, dark." "Children should not be doing such magic. Albus… Albus is no ordinary boy. And that scares me."
Albus stood quietly behind Harry and Ginny, his expression unreadable.
Hermione pursed her lips, her arms crossed tightly, finally snapped. "Magic is supposed to be studied, controlled, documented. Not…crafted by children.". "This isn't magic. This is some kind of aberration! He's an abomination—he shouldn't have been born!"
A silence crashed down on the room like a thunderclap. Even Ron looked shocked.
Harry stepped forward, voice deadly calm. "Say that again, Hermione. Say it in front of me, and Ginny. Say it to our son's face."
Hermione faltered, but her pride refused to back down. "You don't understand what you're encouraging. Power like this… unsupervised… he's heading down the same path as Voldemort."
"You saw what he did for Astoria," Ginny snapped, red-haired fury burning in her eyes. "You saw him heal a woman doomed to die—as a child! That's not dark. That's brilliance."
Bill stepped forward. "I've seen dark magic. This isn't it. It's innovation. It's evolution."
George nodded. "He's not dangerous. You're afraid."
The family was now divided down a visible line:
On Albus's side stood: Harry, Ginny, James, Lily Luna, Bill, Charlie, George, Fleur, Audrey, Victoire, Rose, Ted, and even Luna and Rolf later.
On the opposing side, full of fear and pride: Percy, Ron, Molly, and Hermione.
The Weasley family was no longer whole.
Back at Home – That Night
Harry sat beside Albus on the rooftop of their home.
"Are you happy?" Harry asked.
"I'm creating. I'm learning. I'm…changing the future."
"Even if some don't understand you?"
"They will. Eventually."
Harry sighed. "If you ever want to talk—about where these ideas come from…"
Albus shook his head. "Some things… are better left as gifts. Not burdens."
Harry smiled. "You're still my son. Genius or not."
Albus nodded.
"Then I'll make you proud. Not as the Boy Who Lived's son. But as Albus Severus Potter."