Reborn As A Squib In Harry potter

On Harry's side of things, his grades had continued to improve. He wasn't going to be a genius, but he was in the top ten of his class consistently. I had plans to have him keep up with his muggle studies even after he went to Hogwarts. He hadn't been happy, but he saw the benefits.

Harry's home life hadn't improved significantly, but from what I could tell, the Dursleys hadn't tried to punish Harry for getting better grades than Dudley recently, and had been rather quiet, hardly spreading any nasty rumors about him. Not that anyone really believe them, as far as I could tell. But it was nice to see them being 'nice.' For a given value of such.

My own grades were in tiptop shape. I remained the best student at school, and the teachers had become docile after I'd gotten the vice-principal kicked out. Sam and I had worked closely together after Christmas as well. He'd been excited to learn about magic, and learning that runes and potions didn't need much magical potential had made him badger me into teaching him. He was actually really good at potions, too. Cooking and potions were pretty similar, being both an art and science. Sam had been a real help in researching ways to reduce the amount of magic needed to make certain potions and other products.

Home life wasn't too bad either. Mom was as loving as always. Rudy was a Third Year, and kept out of my way. He was a Slytherin, which was sad but expected. I was worried he might be making some unpleasant 'friends.' I prayed that he didn't fall in with the Death Eater Juniors that I knew were in Hogwart's Dungeon. I didn't want to make mom cry, after all, and she would if he became a Death Eater and I had to kill him for it. He was young, and could change. Hopefully.

The Weasleys were nice, as usual. Charlie was graduating at the end of this year, and Bill was already working for Gringotts as a Curse Breaker. I'd sent Bill some lore about curses I'd dug up from the Hunch Family tomes as a Christmas gift, which he'd been very enthusiastic about.

Percy was sadly becoming distant from me. My lack of magic meant we'd been drifting apart, but his desire to be part of the Ministry, even as young as he was, meant that he was falling in line with their dogma early.

'At least Charlie, Bill, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny still like me,' I thought to myself. The twins were as fun-loving as usual, and Ron just couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts. He'd already been chatting excitedly about becoming friends with Harry Potter, to the envy of Ginny.

I was suspicious about how deep Dumbledore had sunk his claws into the red heads, because it had been very coincidental that Ron had just so happened to stumble on Harry on the Hogwarts Express. Plus, his claim that the other rooms were empty was bogus. The train was made to hold way more students than currently attended, and magic could expand the sizes of the compartments. No way it'd been full as he'd claimed. Not unless every compartment held only a single child.

I was less suspicious about Mrs. Weasley talking out loud and 'accidentally' helping Harry find his way to Platform 9 and 3/4ths. She really was just that loud and talkative. And she did have a soft spot for trying to help without directly helping, so she'd probably seen the poor boy and how lost he was.

Still, I didn't want to think about my only magical friends becoming twisted by the old man's schemes, so I decided to think about something else. Namely, my work with selling potions to muggles.

For my business side of things, I had taken Sam's advice, and gotten his mother's advice on advertise and other helpful insight into growing my business. She'd had a lot of useful info for me, and I'd judicially applied it. I'd gotten posters and t-shirts printed, and attended craft fairs and markets. My sales had risen, and I was making over a thousand quid every time I went out to sell my products.

To further my potential business prospects, I'd invested in inventing new methods of mass-producing potions. I'd discovered two things. One, that stainless steel worked just as well as brass cauldrons. Second, I could brew potions using magical stirring rods, which took care of the need of a magical person for most of my potions.

I'd made a few stirring rods for that purpose by experimenting with etching runes onto hollow tubes of steel that were filled with cores made of dragon bone and unicorn horn. Both were expensive materials, but even a few inches of dragon bone could provide the magic for a multi-gallon vat, so long as they were spaced out evenly and attuned to the runes.

Not to mention that the runes themselves could even be covered up and thus hidden from anyone not in the know. So long as the runes existed, they could provide the magical spark needed to brew my potions.

And, thanks to my studies with alchemy, I figured out a few materials I could synthesize as the stirring rods cores to replace the dragon bone and unicorn horn. There was one, called Orichalcum, which was a golden metal substance

The most important thing I'd made was a machine that could be programmed to stir one of my Magi-Rods (Trademarked!) in accordance to the recipe. Adding and preparing the materials was a bit trickier and had to be done by actual people, but slicing and grinding ingredients to be added to what were essential giant soup vats was something anyone could do, though squibs would be needed for handling certain ingredients.

My studies with runes and arithmancy had progressed in leaps and bounds alongside my potions and alchemy research. I didn't want to brag, but I was probably at NEWT levels in terms of all four disciplines. They worked synergistically, and meant even I, a squib, could use magic to an extent.

Though my favorite recent discovery was the gift my mother had given me a month ago for my birthday. It was a book on the Japanese talisman art known as Onmyoji. I'd assumed it was like Japanese runes, but it was so much more! Similar disciplines but unique enough with their own twists!

Best of all, I discovered I could use my own blood to power single use Onmyoji talismans. They weren't powerful, but I could cast Stunning spells, Sleep spells, Binding spells, Lighting spells, and more.

As a squib, I couldn't use a wand, but there was still enough magical energy in my blood to power special runes and Onmyoji talismans. This was the key to me developing my own ways for magic. I hadn't found a chance to test my newfound knowledge, but I did carry around a bunch of paper talismans in my wallet for emergencies.

I got onto the bus, and rode it home. There were things I had to prepare. I was excited. Very, very, excited. The future was coming, and I would embrace it with wide open arms.

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