HP: I’m Sakamoto. Got a Problem?

"Bang!"

Another cauldron explodes over at Neville's end of Potions class.

Snape doesn't even need to turn around to know what trouble that pack of stupid lions has caused.

He turns around furiously, wand already in hand-

The black-haired boy shields the trolls behind him, calmly raises a black umbrella, and rapidly spins it toward the potion splashing through the air!

The hissing is loud. By the time the student said to be named Sakamoto stops moving, the black umbrella has been corroded, but the potion spilled by the mishap has also gathered together obediently.

Yes, nobody's face is covered in boils, no students are screaming in a panic, and nobody even needs a visit from Madam Pomfrey.

Snape: ...

He blanks his face and waves his wand, cleaning up the potion.

Ron stares in amazement. "Merlin, mate, have Muggles really advanced this far? No wonder they sent you to live with your aunt and uncle!"

Harry: ...That's not how it works at all!

- Written for love, updates whenever inspiration strikes, lots of headcanon.

- The magical adventures of Sakamoto, beloved by all.

Theme: The extraordinary and the ordinary are separated by only a single thought.