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Harry Evans Chapter 102: British Moment
🕑 Added 2025-01-04 03:00:01 +0000 UTCOne of the reasons why children often faltered when they turned into adults was that they were suddenly faced with a multitude of responsibilities rather than a single one.
Considering that up until this point they had been responsible for only one thing, going to school, adulthood would naturally appear daunting in comparison. The thing about adulthood wasn't only that instead of school you had to start going to work, with work often being more complex. The thing was also that while you worked, there were often responsibilities running parallel to it that you had to fulfil. For example, depending on the country, declaring your taxes either monthly, quarterly, yearly or all of the above, which was the worst option.
Additionally, there were things such as rent, mortgage, banking services that weren't quite free anymore, and the responsibility to take care of one's own healthcare. Then you also had to buy your own groceries, cook them, or suffer the consequences of eating unhealthily and eventually becoming out of shape and out of health.
Through this variety one could see that the difference between kids and adults wasn't necessarily their ability to complete a given task, but their ability to complete a multitude of tasks.
Having to do two things instead of one, was much harder than simply one plus one equalling two, because the exhaustion from the first activity would make it harder to commit to the second one. This meant that as you took on more responsibilities, your life actually became more difficult by multitude rather than a surplus. This then often impacted one’s temper, which if not handled correctly could also ruin one's personal relationships, thus adding additional stress on top of all else.
The way that adults handled these things wasn't only by simply getting better at doing stuff but also by developing what one called coping mechanisms.
It wasn't only necessary to do a variety of tasks at the same time but also to be stress-resistant enough to endure several waiting periods at the same time.
One of the biggest issues of adulthood and Harry's eyes had been the uncertainty.
It wasn't just that you needed ability, time-management skills and stress resistance to commit to certain tasks. One also needed the ability to selectively forget about these tasks once they were out of your hand.
Let's take a look at two examples. John had recently moved to another country for a job opportunity and had thus been belaboured with the task of registering at their migration office. As anyone who has ever had to go through something similar, it should be very clear that dealing with any sort of government office, especially the one regarding migration, was, other than perhaps terminal illness, the most soul-crushing thing you would most likely ever go through.
However, John was a big boy, he was collected and cool. He managed to gather all of the necessary paperwork for his residency permit and handed it in to the nice lady at the counter who stapled it all together, but not before sending him away three times to get additional stuff. Then she told him to wait for their reply which would come in one to two months.
Unfortunately, while John had been someone capable of putting stuff out of his mind as long as he felt like he was accomplishing something every day to come closer to his goals, his stress resistance when it came to waiting for things that were now out of his control was practically non-existent.
It was due to this that he became more and more agitated as the first month ended. He experienced a biologically measurable amount of stress when the second month came in without any reply from the migration office.
John lacked the basic ability that philosophers of old had already discussed. The ability to accept what you can't change and change what you can’t accept.
In contrast to John, we could look at Jennifer, who had learned this old adage and incorporated it into her daily life. When she woke up and felt stressed about the lack of reply from the migration office she would go on a run and the worry would disappear. When it came back next week she would go for a drink with her friends and chat away her worries. When the reply was one month late, she sent a polite and short email to ask if it was still being processed. Upon receiving the answer she went back to her life.
After three months, both Jennifer and John received their residence permits and did not have to worry for another year before they had to reapply. However, their experience of this process was, suffice to say, incredibly different. John would go on to say to his friends that he had never been more stressed in his life and that bureaucracy was the work of the devil. Jennifer on the other hand would go on to say that other than the first week in which she had wasted a lot of her time procuring necessary work permits, bank statements, and proof of healthcare insurance, the whole thing hadn't been too tragic. Only a bit long.
When wondering which one of these two categories of people Harry Evans belonged to, one should note that due to having been reincarnated into a baby, he had developed a fairly developed skill to not think too much about things he currently had no control over.
It was thus that even in the face of the horrible ongoing continuation investigation of his mother's sexual assault and eventual death, he was nevertheless able to focus on other things and put it out of his mind until it once again became necessary to think about it.
Instead of sitting in his room paralyzed and lost in his own thoughts, one could thus find him sitting down in an abandoned corridor and producing mist out of his wand.
Harry's choice of distraction in cases like this was physical exercise, magical exercise, learning, or time with friends.
Currently, he was in the magical exercise part of the process and was learning how to cast the Mists of Moria that Flitwick had told him to learn.
“Nebulae Moria.”
A faint white mist emerged from Harry's wand and started filling the grey corridor while Harry kept his concentration on the spell.
However, the second that he stopped casting it, the mist quickly dissipated.
The concept of the spell was simple enough. The basic wand movement and incantation produced the mist, whereas the understanding and willpower of the caster turned that into an enchantment which someone else would have to work particularly hard to dispel.
Currently, Harry was familiarising himself with the feeling of producing mist in the first place and not trying particularly hard to make it last. If this was simply because he didn't want to hurt his own pride with failure, he kept to himself.
After all, he was still struggling with the self-cleaning broom that he was trying to create for his aunt. Enchanting a space, which was the first step to warding, was suffice it to say, much more difficult.
He would get there eventually, but Flitwick’s casual mention of a one to two-year timeline was perfectly understandable.
Going from Charms to Enchanting was a hard task that disqualified most who attempted it. Going from enchanting objects to enchanting space was another harrying learning curve that eliminated more than half of those who tried to ascend it. Going from enchanting space, towards warding it… Now that was where you cut the wheat from the chaff.
There was a reason that warding masters were rare and those who were able to do so on the side without making it their whole profession resided in the upper echelons of wizarding competence. Dumbledore, Moody, Flitwick, etc.
It was as Harry practised, that he was suddenly disturbed by a shrill girlish scream.
“Give that back!” a girl's voice that he almost, but not quite, recognized, resounded through the corridors, echoing towards him.
It was immediately followed by the shallow laughter of those who took out their own feelings of inadequacy on others.
It wouldn’t really be a school in an English-speaking country if it didn’t have several instances of bullying a week, would it?
Harry decided that even if he couldn't stop all instances of bullying at the school, he might as well do something when one started knocking directly on his doorstep.
He was currently on the fifth floor albeit on the other side to where the entrance to the Ravenclaw Tower tended to ask annoying questions to anyone who passed by.
Maybe it made sense then that this would happen in his vicinity.
He had noticed throughout his years at Hogwarts that the worst bullies were actually in Ravenclaw, at least when it came to their own members. They didn't quite have the guts to go against someone in another house.
Slytherins were the worst bullies for houses such as Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, while Gryffindors if anything were antagonistic towards Slytherins and if they didn't like someone in their own house they would at worst, exclude them.
Hufflepuff in comparison had basically no conflicts and was filled with people who were the human equivalent of marshmallows, plus Harry, whose adult qualities of loyalty and hard work didn’t translate into how those qualities looked in children.
He tapped himself on the head as he turned the corner to turn himself invisible and stopped with a tilted head as he beheld the scene in front of him.
Hermione Granger in her black robe and bronze and blue tie was hopping around barefooted while three other girls levitated a pair of leather shoes above her head, just out of her reach.
His mind inevitably flashed back to how he had punched the boy who had been unempathically harassing Harley Black when she'd been sorted into Hufflepuff last year.
People had had a lot to say about that, and he'd come to regret his actions because there had been better ways to resolve that conflict. He could have just jinxed the boy with something minor. Punches were considered too crass here, and in the muggle world as well, to be fair.
Should he involve himself then? Hermione would probably figure it out on her own at some point, right?
Then, in the future, he could proudly say that he'd let her get bullied and had learned his lesson from involving himself last time.
He looked again at her mad hopping and the laughter of the other girls. Not retaliating against children was what an adult would do, right?
Of course, if someone was a bully, they only understood strength and with that, he meant that you had to become strong enough to inconvenience the bully enough that the pleasure they gained from bullying you wasn’t worth it.
Well, he thought as the three girls danced a jig around the first year calling her, an arrogant stuck-up smarty pants. He could help out this one time but keep himself in check, to not merit a detention if he was caught.
He thought he recognized Chang and Edgecombe actually. He wondered what Cedric would think about the Chinese second year if he found out that the girl he had started to look at more often liked to bully first years in her free time.
Alas, love was blind and infatuation was the death of reason.
Harry raised his wand, disillusionment still in place. It was once you completely mastered the spell that you could uphold it with little to no effort while you cast other ones.
Considering that he'd been walking around the castle completely invisible for two and a half years now, he’d gotten enough practice to consider himself a master.
First, a finite escaped and dissolved the levitation charm on the shoes. These then fell flat on Hermione's face at which he winced in apology.
Then his wand produced a strong white mist. It eerily started filling the corridor and reducing visibility.
“Finite,” Chang was able to cast, which unfortunately did nothing. Not because Harry’s Mists of Moria had reached the stage of enchantment, but because in terms of ability, she would never be able to cancel any of Harry's spells.
The trio of bullies turned tail and ran.
Hermione, who was also quite spooked, apparently, turned to run after them. Harry sincerely hoped it was to get revenge, but feared that she was just panicking. He interrupted her.
“All the effort to separate you and then you go running after them?” he asked. “There's no need. It's just me,” he said, dropping the invisibility and dispelling the Mists.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, shoes clutched in her arms.
“Put on your shoes,” Harry reminded. “Your feet are probably cold by now, it’s a draughty castle, not something you should brave in socks only.”
“What are you doing here?” the girl asked as she bent down to put on her shoes.
The third year raised an eyebrow. He and Hermione didn't really know each other. They just sat together in the library sometimes. Of course, because of the nature of the space in which they interacted, they hadn't really talked much.
He’d thought they were at least somewhat familiar though.
Was the girl maybe embarrassed that he’d caught her in a moment of weakness?
“I live here,” he replied sarcastically.
“What on the fifth floor?” Hermione asked, some confusion evident in her tone.
Harry then realised that it wasn't that she was dissing him, but that she was simply high on adrenaline and pain, probably physical and emotional.
“No, in the Castle. It's a pretty big place, there's no point of staying on one particular floor all the time,” he remarked more kindly. “Have they been bothering you for long?” he suddenly asked, changing the topic.
Hermione hesitated before shaking her head.
“Since two weeks ago. I saw a mistake in the homework that they left out in the common room and corrected it,” she said awkwardly.
Harry rolled his eyes. “God, I guess there's a reason Ravenclaw is known as the house of fragile egos,” he said.
“I thought that they’d accept me there,” Hermione suddenly sniffled as tears welled up in her reddening eyes.
So she'd been able to keep it together while under the effects of the direct bullying, but now that she felt more safe, she could express herself? Harry wondered. At least she'd already incorporated the lesson of never showing weakness in front of an enemy.
“To be perfectly blunt, I don't think the situation would have happened if you hadn't shown them up like you did,” he said. “It doesn't matter in this case what your intention was, and that if someone else had helped you with your homework, you would have simply been grateful. You have to keep in mind that other people react to situations differently than you would and while you didn't do anything wrong, it was a relatively high-risk thing to do in the house where everyone values their own academic performance more than anything else. You hurt their self-esteem.
“But doing homework together is how I’ve always made friends,” Hermione complained/explained.
Harry for his part could only helplessly shrug. “Join a club, I think that's a pretty good shortcut as well.” Then he suddenly got a devious idea. “But if you're looking for friends, you don't have to look only in your house, you know. I also have friends in other houses (he didn’t) and it's not weird at all (it was a bit weird). In your year,” he made a fake pause, “I know that Neville Longbottom is a nice boy and he's quite serious about studying as well. I'm sure that your technique of doing homework together would actually work on him.”
“Thanks for your help,” Hermione said awkwardly at some point after she noticed that she hadn't thanked him yet.
“Just don't tell anyone that it was me,” Harry said before backing off. “I have a bad reputation for standing up to other people and beating up kids.” He paused. “Also, I suggest learning some basic jinxes. No one's going to try to bully you if they have to risk lying on the floor petrified for hours on end for the pleasure of it.
“You're going?” Hermione asked confusedly.
Harry shrugged. “Of course, I think I said everything I have to say here. See you in the library,” he said before walking off and waving at the girl over his shoulder. Heroes always left as mysteriously as they arrived.
After turning a corner he once again disillusioned himself and watched in glee as Hermione turned the same corner and looked around in confusion.
Comments
bor902
you really should have paid less attention in school haha, Imagine how long you could have enjoyed those twenty chapters if you still read out loud with your finger underneath the words ;)
Andrew
I really wish I was a slow reader. Just became a patriot member after reading on fanfiction for a while just blow through 20 chapters in the day.
bor902
Heard, will see what I can fix with it when it goes public
bor902
It's a valid critique, happy to hear it when it's explained clearly. Glad you liked the rest though. Harry is a bit of my punching bag character lol. Joey and, ironically enough Jin, are have a decent enough time.
Conor lennon
Yeah the starting bit was a bit long and jarring, made me double check if this was the right fiction. Maybe needs to be shortened just as a suggestion. Still love the rest of the chapter it's just that is a lot of paragraphs.
Green0Photon
Although I love long chapters from you, especially for this fic, the intro explanatory monologue was a bit much. 17 mostly long paragraphs that many readers are going to be frustrated with. The theme is clear and I get why you wrote it, but it feels like you accidentally wrote e.g. a reddit comment to explain the idea. Meanwhile, the theme of burying down things you can't control and putting your head in the sand is a pretty common theme. We've seen it before. And yeah it should be emphasized here, so it makes sense to have something, even of decent length. I guess it's about density. You spend a lot of text trying to explain this idea, and an uncharitable person would think you just had a bad experience at the migration office yourself. Perhaps an even worse sin is writing so much about an extraneous topic that you had to choose names for characters to make it understandable. So yeah, I'd advise cutting that down. Though obviously I still want the main idea to shine through. The past few chapters have been ripe with the theme of how hard Harry has been hit, and he's desperately trying to convince himself it's the adult thing to do to bury it down and continue with life regardless. Even using occlumency dangerously to shove his feelings down. Whether this is right of him is hard to say. A lot of the logic is sound, especially to get through your day enough to process the feelings. But the feelings must be processed. Even if afterwards you need to continue, even if the feelings aren't fully processed yet. So it's pretty clear that this is supposed to be a bit of unreliable narration. Some of Harry trying to convince himself to push it down to continue training. Which is why it's a bit annoying that this vital bit of the chapter falls flat a bit. Something like this monologue could make more sense if it was spoken or thought in character. That character wouldn't need to fully be in world too wizardly, considering Harry's characterization of thinking in adult Muggle terms, for philosophy. But so much is just truly unrelated. It would be so much more interesting if the filler instead implied more about his past life or experiences. Or a similar situation as Harry he's experienced. Or perhaps invoking more of actual philosophical theory. More directly talking about theory and philosophers, directly talking about e.g. stoicism and e.g. Marcus Aurelius. I hope this wasn't too harsh. So let's balance it with some likes. I like how it directly we go from practicing this spell to it being useful. I like Harry being an unreliable narrator who thinks he's reliable, and convinces himself it's okay to be heroic, yet those instincts are also him distracting himself. I like how he lies about having friends in other houses lol. I like how we get some growth with Hermione, and how that sets up stuff with Neville and friends. I like how we see the consequences of her not being in Gryffindor. I like seeing the comparison in personality and learning style -- and yet, it's not an unlikely chance that Hermione could also get annoyed at being corrected depending on the situation. I like Harry being a bit of emotionless jerk with dropping that advice on her. It's true, but jeez, and it's a bit of victim blaming. This isn't the time to share that advice, really. So Harry is kind of a dick here, despite the save. I'm amused how Harry disappears behind the corner. I'm amused at the back and forth with the "I lived here bit". I'd like for Harry to get some self awareness instead of feeling so superior. Being so used to being surrounded by children, or even how he interacts with some adults, makes him seem like he's treating people like NPCs. He had a bit of a shock with Tonks seeing through him and telling about needing Occlumency lessons. So this characterization is all setup for that. Especially with how Harry really ends up being selfish here. He really treats it as a way to feel better about himself, not about making sure Hermione is okay. It's quite awful to force some advice on someone and disappear, and we can really tell how bad his mental state is. We have got some excellent fodder for character growth.
