The silence after every day was always the best part; he could think, practice his magic, and pretend his parents don’t exist. He has entertained the idea that he isn’t related to them, but it sadly isn’t true. After a few glances of himself in a mirror he has noticed the messy raven hair and the emerald eyes, he was definitely their son. Closing his eyes, he centered himself; trying to call forth his magical core. He has only started regularly achieving it since a month ago and he first did it, accidentally, a month before that. After a few minutes of trying, he opened his eyes. A glowing ball of pure white was in his left palm, flickering when he lost and regained concentration. Willing the sphere to move, it started rolling in small circles in his hand. After a few seconds, it flickered and died because he had lost focus. Harry huffed and blew a piece of his hair from obstructing his vision. It flew up and landed in the same spot. He glared at it and stiffened when he heard a door softly opening. It sounded like it came from the front.