Hogwarts: I Can See Magic

[Harry Potter Fanfiction] [No Female Lead] [Intellectual Protagonist] [Behind-the-Scenes Growth in the Early Stages]

I wake up to find that I've become Lysander Velorne of the St. Waldemar Orphanage.

A Hogwarts acceptance letter? Great.

An ebony wand with a Dragon Heartstring core? Not bad.

The Sorting Hat says my heart burns with Gryffindor courage? Works for me.

But why can I "see" things no one else can?

The restless vortex of darkness on Harry's forehead, the slick, parasitic black glow at the back of Quirrell's head, the halo of light in Unicorn Blood, where holiness and curses intertwine... And the vast, suffocating field of magic surrounding the Philosopher's Stone!

Voldemort thinks no one knows he's hiding beneath Quirrell's turban?

The Philosopher's Stone's protective obstacles are flawless?

Snape's hatred has no reason?

Before eyes that can pierce the very source of magic, no secret can stay hidden.

From creating my own Disillusionment Charm to evade the Marauder's Map, to analyzing the magical structure of a three-headed dog and withstanding the Killing Curse...

I quietly set my plans in motion behind the scenes, keeping everything in sight.

Dumbledore: This child always turns up at crucial moments, and always has a reasonable explanation.

Snape: ...The way he brews potions shows an unsettlingly perfect insight. A pity he's a foolish lion.

Harry: Lysander seems to know everything. He's practically a superhero.

While everyone else is still suspecting Snape or Quirrell,

I've already turned my attention to the twisted shadow at the back of Quirrell's head.

"Don't rush, Professor Voldemort..."

"I'll prepare a 'surprise' for your resurrection ritual."