HP: I Have "Pure" Magic

Chapter 43:

Chapter 43:

I looked over at the entrance and saw Dora standing there and I couldn't help but think that, If life wants to f*ck with you, you just can't take enough precautions.

I had already told Ted to send all letters related to business to one of the guys I had hired to take care of my franchises. Of course I didn't just leave all my business alone. I had set up everything so that it would all work on its own. I had even checked the loyalty to the guys hired and had them sign a magical contract.

Before this, me and Ted always met due to business reasons. At least in the name of business. We weren't like those friends who casually sent letters to each other. But of course, I'd never thought that the first time he contacts me for personal matters would be like this.

I quickly got up from my seat as I saw her coming towards me with an expressionless expression. Occlumency, no doubt. But judge by the way hair were changing, I don't think I can pass this off by simply saying, 'I was just asking your parents what to gift you for Christmas.'

'Did she read already saw the name written on it?' I thought. I see no other reason why she would be over reacting so much.

Well, gotta observe the situation for now.

As soon as she reached me, I asked,

"How's Hoots?" gesturing towards the owl who had just f*cked me over. I was taking the initiative in the conversation, trying to buy a bit of time to get ready to answer whatever questions she's gonna interrogate me with. But, I was also wondering if I should just come clean about this fake identity sh*t.

"She's fine." She said as she directly grabbed my hand and started dragging me out of the great Hall.

*sigh* I seems that the situation is worse than it seems.

"Hey, Dora! I've classes in five minutes, I'll be late." I tried stopping her, but she was having none of it. She dragged me straight towards the 7th floor.

Even as we were climbing the stairs, Dora's hand didn't let go of me. I could feel her hand shaking. Shit, she was rapidly blinking her eyes, like she didn't want tears to show in them.

Damn! What the hell is she thinking! This girl! I'm sure she's cooking up some exaggeratedly absurd story. How much of a sh*ty person am I in your perception, to directly assume the worst?!

Alright, I've decided. Initially, I had thought that, since she's already leaving this year, I'll tell her about me after she was out of Hogwarts, and out of the reach mind raping idiots. But, it seems that, things are not going according to my Keikaku.

If I have learned something from my previous life, it is that telling more lies times like these has has the potential to ruin everything.

'Sigh....it seems I'm not attending that class after all.' I sighed. Thinking of how much should I explain. And how should I go about explaining it....

***

(Change of perspective)

As soon as Dora saw Hoots delivering the letter to Chris, Dora felt the pieces of the puzzle coming together. She may be clumsy but she was not stupid!

As she was ascending the stairs, towards the room of requirements, her thoughts were in a complete disarray.

Often times, she had wondered if both Chris and Christopher were somehow related. But she would have never imagined that both would turn out to be the same person!

But now that she thought about it, Chris was always very mature for his age...

But then, she suddenly remembered about a particularly dark book had read in the room of requirements. It had mentioned about a dark wizard sacrificing a metamorphagus in a ritual to obtain the metamorphing ability. This particular thought just came to her mind as a coincidence, but Dora just couldn't shake off this thought from her mind!

'Wasn't he always too fixated of me? Is he, Is he some kind of old guy disguising as an immature body? '

'No! No! Impossible! Impossible! Don't think about such things. ' Dora was completely losing her composure.

Just then, she felt hand shaking hand being squeezed in comforting manner by Chris. Warmth flooded her, making her remember all the intimate moments they had shared.

She turned her head to look at him, a bit of her vulnerability showing through her eyes.

Chris had an earned expression on his face.

"Dora, I will explain everything to you. Don't worry, nothing will change even after I tell you everything."

His words immediately calmed her down somehow and brought her some comfort. He always had this effect on her. He can easily infuriate her, but also easily soothe her.

As they reached the Room of requirements, Dora couldn't help but tense up again unconsciously.

Then she heard Chris sigh.

"I swear woman, you have a very wild imagination."

Before she could even react, his two wands were on the floor. Was he always that fast?

Then she heard him mutter, "Pick them up. You can even tie me up... if you want."

Dora almost couldn't keep herself from crying as she sense the disappointment and sadness in his voice. Taking his wand and did actually crossed her mind. But she was just too afraid to ruin her relationship with him over some silly suspicions.

That's why she was tense just now, afraid that he might attack her now that they were alone. But now, she couldn't help but start cursing herself for being so silly. This is Chrs. 'Her' Chris. How could she think of such things?

We have to praise Chris in this situation. Actually having the nerve to play the victim in this situation and making Dora feel guilty while actually being the one at fault here for lying and deceiving her upto now.

But these rational thoughts couldn't cross Dora's mind right now since right now, her state of mind was far from rational.

Before Dora could feel more guilty, the door was already opened and Chris walked in. The smartass Chris had already taken advantage of Dora's distraction to set the room according to his own choice. He had once again taken charge of the situation.

Little sheep Dora could only follow the big bad wolf Chris (who was pretending to be a fellow sheep) into the room. The room only had one love seat, and a table in front of it, which had a few candles on it. Their was ambient light in the room, coming form the beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Chris took Dora to the only seat in room and made her sit with him, hip to hip. Then Chris took out his trunk from his pocket and enlarged it. Dora didn't understand why he's keeping his trunk with him all the time, or the mechanism of how he enlarged it.

Chris opened the trunk and before Dora could peek into it, Chris put his hand in it upto his shoulder. He soon took something out of it and showed it to Dora.

"This," said Chris, showing off what he had brought out of trunk, "my dear, is the explanation for everything."

to be continued...