Harry wasn't quite the Master he wanted to be just yet. He hadn't been studying alchemy for nearly long enough to make that claim. But he was pretty efficient as it was. And so he should be ... it was his real birthright after all. He was a Potter, a Master of Fire, the ultimate transmuting substance. He hadn't quite managed the feat of turning lead all the way to gold just yet, and the creation of a Philosopher's Stone was a lifetime away, but he had a small quantity of silver as proof of his burgeoning skill.