Rise Of House Cason

In the lead was Dumbledore in his pale blue robe and half moon spectacles. Behind him Art saw his other teachers including Flitwick, McGonagall and Snape. What surprised him most was that Amelia Bones was there to.

"Art are you alright?" Amelia said, basically running next to him.

He let out a light laugh and reassured her, "I'm fine Aunt Amelia. I feel great."

Though the change was miniscule, Dumbledore noticed that his eyes were brighter and he looked a bit taller. "Do you know what happened Mr. Cason?" he asked.

Art frowned and tried to remember. "It started in the morning of my birthday. My body grew increasingly warmer throughout the day until I collapsed." he explained.

"Your birthday…" Dumbledore trailed off.

Art felt the urge to reach into his bag and read the records of his family to try and figure out what had happened to him but didn't . He didn't want people to know about his family's history. After a few check ups, Madam Pomfrey couldn't find anything wrong with him. Even though she insisted to stay in the hospital for another night, Art shook his head, using the excuse that he had missed too much class already. Amelia wanted to stay but told Art that she had to get back to the Ministry. Giving her a hug and thanking her for coming he sent her off. Soon all the teachers left the hospital, leaving Art and Dumbledore alone.

"Your magic had increased considerably." he said, looking at Artland's eyes.

Art nodded his head and grabbed his wand. When he touched it, magic flowed into the wand unconsciously. The wand shook slightly as a faint dragon's roar could be heard. Dumbledore looked at the wand then back at Art.

"Ollivander said that the part of the dragon's conscious is still in my wand." Art explained, knowing that Dumbledore could just ask Ollivander if he wanted to.

Dumbledore nodded, "It seems you have awoken a bloodline but I neither the Cason family or the MacFusty clan has a bloodline that I know of."

"MacFusty sir?" he asked, confused.

"Your mother's family." he explained.

"My mothers?" he said in shock. Since he could remember, his mother's family had never been brought up.

"You will have to ask Madam Bones for the details." Dumbledore said, giving him a kind look.

Art nodded, choosing not to comment about the Cason bloodline. Seeing his evasion, Dumbledore smiled and told him that he should learn to control his new strength before attending class. They both left the hospital wing, Art headed back to the Gryffindor common room where he saw the twins and other Gryffindors doing homework or messy around. When they saw Art they surrounded him and asked him many questions.

Art simply said that he is better now and will be resuming class tomorrow. Fred and George wrapped their arms around Art's neck and pulled him to their room.

"What the hell happened to you? Even Snape couldn't figure it out!" Fred said loudly.

"I'm not sure but it shouldn't happen again, Dumbledore healed me." Art lied.

Hearing Dumbledore's name the twins looked surprised but nodded, having complete faith in the man. Art let out a sigh of relief. Soon the whole school heard that Art had left the hospital wing and that Dumbledore had healed him himself. They still didn't know what caused him to fall ill and rumors still flew around the school.

Ignoring the rumors, Art walked around the castle, trying to find somewhere to test his new abilities. His body felt extremely light and his wand buzzed with excitement. He wanted to see how much the Cason bloodline had improved his magic and body.

He looked for empty classrooms that were not locked, an empty corridor but the paintings yelled at him when he casted a spell and even an abandoned bathroom but an annoying ghost kept crying.

While Art was pacing, he noticed a door slowly appearing on a b.a.r.e wall. Touching the door, Art's instincts told him to enter. Pushing the door open, Art was amazed. He saw test dummies wielding swords and other ones with wands. He saw mats on the floor and books on shelves. Approaching the books he started to take them down and skim over them. They were books on all kinds of subjects including, spells, bloodlines, and physical exercises. Art grabbed the book on bloodlines and sat down on a cushion.

Bloodlines were strange and magical things that even wizards haven't figured out yet. Some people were born with superior magic and that would be passed down through their children skipping a generation or showing up rarely. Wizards also turned to beasts to strengthen bloodlines like Art's ancestor but this required rituals which were risky and dangerous, often leading to physical deformity or death.

Finishing the book, Art stood up and faced the dummy with a sword. He pulled out of the knife from his bag and took a stance. Seeing this the dummy turned to face him and shot towards him like a rocket. Art side stepped it, slashing his knife along the side of it. His reaction time had greatly improved, making the dummy almost seem in slow motion. He then crouched down and swiped his leg, knocking to dummy down. Piercing it's head with his knife, he finished it off.

This continued for the rest of the day, switching between magic and hand to hand combat. He would sometimes take on 2 or 3 dummies at a time, challenging himself. He had a new understanding of his strength now. His body was at the limits the human body was capable of and this amazed Art because he could feel his body still growing stronger. His magic grew to a new level. His control was more refined, causing his wandless magic and spellcasting to be quicker and use less magic. He would place himself at the same level as most of the teachers in Hogwarts except Dumbledore. But he knew that even if his magic was the same, his experience wasn't and wouldn't be able to match them in a fight.

Art looked around the room and thought it was amazing, trying to remember how it came and appeared. He would have to return to it as there was too many books he wanted to read. Leaving the room, he saw that the door was slowly disappearing. Shaking his head in disappointment, he headed back to the Gryffindor common room and then to bed.

Waking up, Art tried to resume as he did before he fainted but everywhere he went people pointed and whispered about him. When he heard rumors about him doing dark magic his scoffed. Dark magic was strong and costs less magic but it ate away at your mind, making you mentally unstable. Art thought his mind was his greatest asset and didn't want to jeopardize it for stronger magic. He saw dark magic as a shortcut and believed that light magic was just as powerful but it is harder to master.

Entering Transfiguration, Art sat down in his usual spot while Fred and George sat behind him. Cedric walked over to Art, "You okay?"

Art smiled and nodded, thanking Cedric for his concern. Soon McGonagall entered the classroom and everyone went to their seats. The class started and Art found himself daydreaming. He was wondering if he could transfigure his wand into a knife and if he would still be able to cast spells from it. Raising his hand, Professor McGonagall walked over. Asking his question, she frowned and had to think for awhile.

"It should be possible to change your wand but if it could still cast magic is unknown. There is a good chance that it wouldn't change back after too. I suggest you don't try this until you ask the Headmaster or do some more research." she said, giving Art a stern look.

He nodded and promised that he wouldn't try it.