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Henry Francis Warwick Augustus POV
Balloony was back!
He was certain it was back.
It had all begun a couple of weeks after he had used magic to suppress the feeling of a balloon being stuck to him. Usually, before he did the magic, it would feel like a constant string tying you to something. However, this time, when it came back, it wasn't a constant feeling he felt; instead, it was intermittent, it would come and go.
He would feel it for a couple of minutes, and then it would go away.
And as for why he suspected he had a magical connection with his sister, it was because of something that happened while he was playing with her one time.
He, his mother, and Ella had been downstairs in the living room. He was sitting on the floor by the sofa with Ella in front of him. Ella was lying on the carpet with a blanket laid out underneath her. She had worn a white onesie with red and pink flowers sewn about.
She looked absolutely adorable.
She was at an age when her eyes were wide open, and you could see them wander from person to person. So naturally, he had made it his personal mission to make sure that the face she saw the most would be his own.
"Ella, say Henry," he said while sitting cross-legged in front of her as she lay on her blanket.
"Sweety, she is nowhere near the age to say her first word, much less say your name," he heard from his side.
He looked toward the voice and saw his mother sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in her hand, her legs crossed. She wore a long green dress with frills at the hem and a simple necklace and earrings.
The necklace was just a plain gold chain with a figure of an eagle chained to the end of it. He found the eagle represented her house mascot at Hogwarts.
'Merlin's beard, that's some dedication to her house spirit,' he couldn't imagine representing his Hogwarts house outside of school. Who knew, maybe that could change once he was actually sorted into his house and spent 7 years of his life in it.
He was indeed looking forward to Hogwarts.
"She is only 3 months old - it could be 10 to 14 months more before she says her first word."
"I know, but I would just like the first word she says to be my name."
"You are not trying to usurp my position in the hierarchy, are you? You know babies' first words are usually mama," she said slowly and so softly, staring right at him.
He looked at her bright brown eyes as she peered at him with the edges of her lips curled and her eyes slightly narrowed. Her curly brown hair covered her ears slightly as she collected most of it and tied it together around the back of her neck.
"Of course not," he had responded as quickly as he could.
Almost as fast as a boyfriend would respond to 'Do I look fat in these jeans?' from his girlfriend.
"We love our mommy, don't we, princess?" he said, looking down at Ella. He had to involve Ella to take the heat off him.
They had been having their usual banter, and he had been attempting to appease his mother when, all of a sudden, Ella started wailing.
"It must be time to change her diaper," his mother said as she took her wand from where it was resting in her sleeve. She simply pointed the wand at Ella without a word, and the onesie unraveled and the diaper opened itself.
"Okay, not the diaper, it's not dirty," he heard her say as she waved the wand, and the diaper went back on around Ella again while the onesie closed itself.
"I just fed her, too. Maybe she needs to be burped?" he heard his mother say while watching her as she picked up Ella and put her on her shoulder. She patted his sister's back gently as she bounced on the balls of her heels, moving the baby up and down.
His mother had then tried some other things, like rocking Ella in her arms to get her to quiet down, when all of a sudden, he felt Balloony come back.
It was the feeling of a string attaching itself to his forehead, and on its end, something floating. Only this time, he could feel the balloon's direction. It was hovering over where his sister was wailing her tiny little lungs out.
'Oh no, my sister is possessed,' had been his first thought, at least until he got the feeling and the knowledge of discomfort around the underside of the knee.
Like there was something stuck in his knee-pit.
So he had stood up and felt the back of his knee when he heard Ella's wail only grow louder.
To this day, he didn't know what had possessed him to say –
"Check the backside of her knee."
"What?" his mother asked, confusedly.
"Check her kneepit, there might be something there that's making her cry."
And sure enough, there had been a very small piece of a broken plastic toy lodged in her baby fat flab, underneath her knee. It had likely come from one of the many toys thrown about the house.
He guessed it must have gotten there while she was lying on her back, through the holes of the onside around where you put her ankle.
"How did you know that?" she said.
"I don't know… I just felt like that's what it was," he had responded in daze while the feeling of Balloony was slowly disappearing.
The questions that had followed had been many, and gotten more and more specific, like –
'Did you feel her discomfort?'
'Do you always know what she is feeling?'
The questions were suspicious to say the least, like she already knew why he would have had the knowledge of why Ella was crying her little heart out.
After removing the piece of plastic, his mother had healed the rash that had appeared on Ella's knee pit.
The feeling of the string and the balloon had completely disappeared after that.
Incidents like these had happened a couple more times, and each time they solidified his guess more and more.
Every time Ella needed something, or something had happened to her, the hovering balloon would be back, and with it the string glued to his head.
For instance, there was the time when she was swaddled too tightly and wanted to move her arms. The feeling had come back, and he just knew that her arms were pressed down against her too tightly.
Other times, it was her diaper that needed changing, or she was hungry or just wanted to be held.
Each time the feeling of Ballony came, so did the knowledge of what his baby sister was feeling.
After this happened 5 or 6 times, he was forced to accept the fact – that he didn't know the magical world as much as he had thought.
He had been a huge fan of Harry Potter and thought that he already knew most of the magic in the HP Wizarding World. It had taken the feeling to show up 6 times before it finally occurred to him that maybe there was magic he didn't know about.
Like, for example, the suspected magical connection her had with his sister.
He thought the only mind magic in the wizarding world was Legilimency or its counterpart, Occlumency, or some alternative form of mind-reading spell.
It never crossed his mind that – maybe it was possible to create or have a magical connection between 2 people, which is why it had taken him such a long time to come to this conclusion.
His foreknowledge of magic and how it worked, had well… worked against him.
He would have to fix this, as he couldn't allow this to hold him back in the future. Not when he finally had the privilege and chance of doing magic and being part of the magical world of Harry Potter.
So here he was, a 6-year-old child with a magical connection to his little baby sister. A piece of magic that he had no clue about. He didn't know how this connection worked or if it was even his own doing or his sister's magic.
When he reflected back on when this connection was formed, he thought back to the moment in the waiting room where he had just been sitting on the chair, thinking about his sister.
Had the connection formed then?
When he had heard that clicking sound, like a Lego piece snapping into place.
Or was it when he entered the room where his mother had given birth and felt the presence of a ghost, or at least what he thought was a ghost, which he later felt in the form of balloony?
He guessed it was somewhere in the middle when this connection was formed.
The other question was, did he do this magic unknowingly while thinking/wishing for a sister, or was this Ella's accidental magic?
As he thought about these questions, a figure popped into his mind: his mother.
And the weirdly specific and suspicious question she had asked when he had told her how he knew it would be something stuck in Ella's knee pit.
She had easily accepted his reasoning despite how unreasonable it sounded. Sure, it was a magical world they lived in, and weird things happened all the time, but the ease of her acceptance was still suspicious.
Had she already known that he had a connection with his sister? If so, was this a family magic they all had, like parseltouge?
He had a hundred questions, but no answer, and now there was 2 path he could take. Either he could bring his suspicions and his guesses to his mother and see if he could get an answer. Or he could just experiment on his own and see where that road led him.
He had already come a long way with levitation magic without asking for help from anyone, so he wanted to do his best by himself first, and if he still couldn't get the answers he was looking for, he had decided to then ask his mother.
The plan was to explore more of this connection, and he would do so by looking inside of himself using magic.
You see, he already did something similar to his when he spread his magic throughout his body every morning after he did his bows of gratitude.
And now, instead of just spreading the magic inside of him without any solid purpose, he would take that and use it to see if he could make the magical connection on his own.
He already had some ideas on this, as he constantly felt a string and a balloon every time the magical connection snapped into place.
He guessed that the weight, or the 'balloon', was whoever he was connected to, which in his case was his sister. He wasn't sure whether he was connecting to her soul, mind, consciousness, or just her as a whole.
As for the string, it was probably the literal magic connection and how his own magic and mind perceived it, hence the string glued to his forehead/mind connecting to the subject.
A/N: You might be wondering why I am going so much into this whole magical connection thing with the balloon and the string. First of all, it shows a couple of things, like how MC perceives magic in a simple way, like using the string as a connection and a balloon as the literal weight of someone connected to the string(connection). Henry also did this with magic itself, and he now perceives it as warmth. Second, this helps lay the foundation for later, more complex magic he will perform, and readers will be able to easily understand and follow along.