I'm glad Dumbledore's not beating around the bush this time. With just one sentence he managed to trap me back into the blackhole of my past.

I slumped onto the seat opposite Dumbledore. "I'm not Harry." I glared at the old man defiantly. Fawkes, the phoenix, turned its beaded eyes at the sound of my voice and trilled a happy, melodic tune.

The headmaster's hand stilled. "No. You're not." Dumbledore admitted. A tea set appeared magically on the desk, compliments of Dobby, I suspected. It had my favorite lemon cream biscuits by my plate.

"Tea? Fujisaki-kun?"

"Yes please."

Tea magically appeared in the cup, steaming slightly in the cool night air. I drank it silently, my eyes scowling at the old man and the phoenix now and then. Dobby really did overdo himself. The tea had exactly the right amount of milk and honey I preferred.

"I suppose I should get to the point." Dumbledore finally said after felt like several redwood tree's lifetimes of uncomfortable fidgeting and nibbling on my part. God the old man was infuriating. So was Fawkes. The damn bird kept eyeing me like he just ate several triple chocolate and peanut butter cookies from my hidden stash without the my knowledge. "It has come to my attention that you have been put under the Augeo Magus charm." [1]

"The what?!" I asked impatiently.

The old headmaster sighed, looking worriedly back at me. Voldemort's dead and gone already. Why was he looking so worried about? "It was a precaution before the wars, Fujisaki-kun." I wish he would stop stressing my name with that annoying twinkle in his eyes. Yes. I get it. I know you know who I am. You don't have to repeatedly say it out loud! "At that time, we needed someone with adequate magical strength to defeat Voldemort. The Augeo Magus charm is a strengthening charm. The basic idea is to increase the amount of magical reserves that can exist in your body, by doing so, increase your magical power. During that time, the Order did not have much information on this and your mother didn't have enough time to continue the research before Voldemort found out about it." Dumbledore took another sip of his tea. I was feeling very uncomfortable by now, wondering exactly what this is coming to.

"Then she was unable to. Fortunately, Lily kept all her records in the Headquarters and we were able to cast the charm on you before completely destroying all the field research. Unfortunately, the side effects were not really examined properly. We really had no idea what they will be, except that they were not harmful. But a year ago, Mrs. Weasley finally made the break through."

Wait. What did that Dumbledore just say?! "On me?!" I tried not to look too undignified. I'm Suguru afterall, not Harry Potter. "On me?!?!" So that was why I was their 'savior'. Because of some bloody charm that had, again, nothing to do with me. Just like Baldy Voldie's death. Trouble really must have a crush on me.

"And you cast the charm before you found out on its side effects?! On a helpless baby boy?!" I screeched again, nearly upsetting the cup of tea I was holding.

"The Order voted upon it. It was the only way to defeat Voldemort." The Headmaster said calmly. "At least that's what we thought back then." He added after a moment's hesitation.

I took a deep breath. Great. Now I had some unknown charm cast on me with unknown side-effects until a year ago. "What are the side-effects?"

"Nothing bad really. In truth, it's better than we originally thought. You see, Fujisaki-kun," I winced at the ridiculously drawled out pronunciation of my name. "The charm does strengthen your magical reserves by breaking down all barriers around it. Basically it changes the wizard's physique into one that can accept and transmit magic through the magical fields in his surroundings. In other words, he becomes a magical vessel, much like a wand."

Great. Now I'm a thing, a wooden stick ready for Dumbledore's maniac sorcery. "And the side effects are?"

"Nothing too worrisome at all. You, Fujisaki-kun, just need someone, a partner, to ground your magical capabilities lest you accept too much, transmit too little. Namely, without your partner, the magic can overload your body's system and land you in St. Mungos."

Of course it's nothing to worry about! It's only Harry and his insanity! Who cares about Harry now that he's done the job he was born for.

"I know it's hard for you to accept all this with such short notice Fujisaki-kun. But for your sake, you must find and take on partner before your magic gets out of control."

In other words, for the sake of the wizarding world being known to muggles. "And if I don't?"

"We'll find one for you!" Dumbledore beamed happily as if he just found a forgotten cache of Lemon Drops in his coat pocket. "In fact, we already have several suitable candidates picked out! I'll send them over to you next week. Then you can pick the one you like."

I gripped my cup of tea, valiantly resisting the urge to break the old coot's nose. Is he purposely trying to be sadistic or just plain annoying? "I don't need a partner. I won't have a partner." My eyes narrowing into cat-like slits. "And if I do, I certainly don't need you picking them out for me. Take the charm off."

"I'm afraid that's impossible. The castor died several years ago. Not to mention, the research is still taking place."

I scowled at Dumbledore, who kept up with his smiling façade as though nothing is wrong. Well, nothing was wrong for him. Thinking back at the many times the old man played and plotted around me had taught me to be cautious and suspicious at everything he said. Wasn't there are a saying? Something like - nothing is free? Dumbledore certainly kept to this.

Which is why I didn't trust what he's telling me now. There's no evidence. There's no witness. Why the hell should I believe the same person who puts me in front of Voldemort every year since Hogwarts, just for that tiny 0.01% chance that I could kill him by pure fluke?

I stood up, the tea cup was still full, being magically transfigured to be self-refilling. Standing to my full height, which wasn't much but will have to do, I mustered as much anger as I could and channeled it through my eyes. "Well, from your past history, Mr. Headmaster," I snorted rudely. "I believe I'll be just fine with or without the Angeo Magus charm cast on me. I don't need a partner and frankly, I don't believe that's the only way to deal with the charm. Between, as you, yourself, had said before, I don't even think you cast the charm properly since I haven't felt any of the side-effects you've mentioned. I hope this will be our last meeting and that you will stick your nose into more important affairs after this." With that, I strode out of Dumbledore's room, shutting the door with a satisfied bam.

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K looked like he was going to maim me when I apparated and stomped back to the studios. Snape must have obliviated all of them, judging by the rather angry expressions on their faces. Well, K was furious, Sakano had fainted, Shuichi and Hiro were messing around with Pocky sticks of all things. I do wonder about the mental capacity of a certain pink-haired rock star. I mean, just how much more immature can you get trying to build a house of Pocky sticks on my synthesizer…Wait…on my synthesizer?! Right. Now I'm pissed.

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Cold Fire's debut went well . . . in their opinion. After an annoying long wait in the dressing room, the female lead singer apparently just couldn't bear the thought of hot pink mascara matched with bright green lipstick. For half and hour, she fretted and fought with her manager, and her self-esteem while I fought resist the urge of kicking her and the bassist into Timbuktu. That idiot Takeshi (he calls himself Shi-chan) just happens to be too dense not know when to stop feeling me up, even after I knocked him senseless with a empty Guinness bottle. We had to wait another 10 minutes for the pervert to wake up.

By the time we finally got on stage, the lead singer finally decided that pink mascara wasn't at all that bad, we were running 45 minutes late and a very impatient mob was hurling curses at us. After the first few chords they finally settled down into a roaring crowd of adoring audience. That did wonders to my headache, I assure you.

Finally at a quarter past midnight, I stumbled back towards my apartment complex, cursing K and the NG company. Cold Fire had decided to celebrate their success by camping inside a bar somewhere downtown. Naturally being too young and tired for alcohol, I declined the invitation, after knocking Takeshi senseless with his own bass guitar when his hand 'wandered' into certain private areas. I was tired. I was cranky. I was pissed at the world.

Which is why I didn't see him until I tripped over him. For a horrid moment I thought it was that pervert back to haunt me, I braced myself preparing to give him a good box on his ears when I noticed the person had pink hair.

"Shuichi?"

TBC….

[1] - means something like strengthen or increase magic in Latin