Tom Stark-Malfoy

~// Stark Towers //~

I stared at the teenage boy and could not help but look at his wrist. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I asked.

"Are your webs artificial or organic?"

"Oh I got- I got web shooters."

"What a relief. So you made them? The web." Thank god this peter boy didn't have spinnerets on his wrist. Or harvest his webs 'elsewhere'. That would be very disgusting.

"Oh yeah. They're made of carbon nanules. I just arranged the fibers so that they get spun in a hierarchically interconnected manner that maximizes their natural friction and bonding to improve their performance before they get propelled."

"But I tested one of your web samples and their tensile strength was off the charts. 58 Gpa, and that's already at a deteriorated state. So I though it was mainly the composition that gave it that much density. The time it decayed was far too short if you wove them as tight as how you implied. Afterall; to achieve that much tensile strength from physics alone, the surface area would be compressed to the bȧrėst minimum; disregarding atom width and nuclear repulsion."

"Oh no, their ionization state helps with that part."

"Ioniz-. . . Impossible. You made that many grams of Carbo-"

"Alright Tom, you can play your game of ask 20 questions with our guest later."

Tony, re-entered the room holding two glasses of iced tea.

"But dad-"

"No buts. It's past your bedtime."

"Stop treating me like a kid!"

"You are a kid."

"Yeah a kid who wrote a thesis on how cold Nuclear Fusion would work using a Stellarator to generate energy by accelerating the plasma to produce alpha particles from Hydrogen ions and a Lithium catalyst to produce infinite renewable energy, which could theoretically replace your nuclear reactor since it doesn't use nuclear decay, and thus doesn't rely on electron potential and gamma radiation to power the thing. Radioactive silver poisoning was a bad move on your part. Also, why do you insist on a Tokamak? It's the 21st century old man. Stellarators are way better."

"Hey. I discovered and invented a new element to counter that, and there's nothing wrong with Tokamaks! In fact, it's Stellarators that have hydromagnetic instability and are unsafe to create no matter how much more efficient they may be."

"Then we can just flood it with gas. Also, the probability of that happening would be infinitely small since we now know to build it in the 5-fold Optimization shape, the theoretically perfect shape that distinguishes the probability of the plasma to break under stress to almost 0! Specifically, its at 0.00000007%"

"We are not arguing about this right now young man. I will tell you about the dangers of Stellarators in the morning after breakfast, it's 10 pm! You know that Pepper will kill me if she finds out you still aren't in bed. Also, since when did you learn about Thermonuclear Fusion?"

"Jet lag! And I knew Nuclear Fusion since I learned about-" I stopped and rethought my words, since a non-related no-maj was in the room. "something with a lot of radioactive nuclei. I may not be a genius like you, but I had all the time in the world, no one to talk to, and random blueprints and notes scattered around like tissue paper written by the man who Time magazine alleged the 'Smartest brain on the planet' 5 years counting, for 7 years of my life! 10 if you include summers. I learn things without wanting to."

I could tell, from that smirk he was trying to push down, that he was proud of me. Of both my silver tongue, and my sass, but I should give him some face. .

"Goodnight dad. It was a pŀėȧsurė meeting you Peter. Oh, I almost forgot. Come out, Catalipsi, meet the newest addition to our nest!"

I'm sure it's no harm showing Peter, afterall, he's a mutant.

A tiny snake with legs, midnight blue scales, and light silver fur came crawling out of my sleeve to rest on the palm of my hand.

"Woah!" I hear his teenage voice squeak. Pathetic muggle.

"Catalipsi, this is Peter Parker. Parker, this is Catalipsi."

Her tiny black tongue came out, flickering in the air tasting the new scent of the leader of our family.

*ssssssssssstttthhhhhhh*

Dad sighs as if giving up on something, and smiles warmly as he pats my head.

"Alright, go to bed son. . . Don't let her leave your room."

I nod my head, and say my farewells to both my dad, and our new guest.

That went better than expected. I love how dad lets me get away with everything.

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~|| Draco having lessons with Professor Kocoum at the greenery behind Potter Mansion||~

"Today will be our very last lesson Tom. After this you don't need to call me professor."

"Of course not Professor Kocoum. You have taught me much more than any of my University Professors have. I'll always be thankful to you. You also did much more than teach me mediumless magic. You saved me by healing and guiding my magic channels and pathways that I wasn't even aware I was destroying."

"Hahahaha you don't need to thank me for that. Anyone who knew and could help would do so. I'm proud I was able to teach such a bring student. I don't think I will be able to teach any other like you in my lifetime Tom. So thank you

Ah yes, before I forget, even if I will no longer be there to watch over you, never forget to meditate as often as you can until you turn 17. I worked hard to repair those nerves (magic channels) of yours, I don't want to see you ruin them again. Though I doubt you will be able to even if you tried Hahaha."

"Huh? Why is that professor?"

I look up at his shocked face. I could not believe he got shocked that he forgot to tell me. Afterall, we did nothing but rushed lessons these past summers. I wouldn't fault him for forgetting something outside of that.

"Oh did I not explain it to you? Well, do you remember how I told you that your nerves were all cracked up after you continuously forced you magic through them?"

"Yes professor."

"Well if a wound develops in the same place over and over again, the area becomes thick, like a callous. That is what happened to your nerves. They were continuously breaking and healing, breaking and healing, until some areas were thick, some areas thin. Some channels extremely wide, some normal size. I could have shaved off those callouses, but that isn't the solution.

Afterall, you have an extremely large magic pool. About the size of two ȧduŀts combined into one. So, the meditation I gave you shaves off and opens up your nerves evenly. Calloused or non-calloused channels alike, so when they heal, they will all be evenly thick. That is why it is sometimes really painful, sometimes not. Also, it serves as a moisturizer, to make the tissue that grows back as flexible as bamboo. Your age also helped the process out a lot since your healing is faster, and the tissue you regenerate is still healthy and strong. Did I really not tell you this?"

"No, you didn't professor. But isn't there some disadvantages to having thick and wide magic channels?"

"Yes, there is. You have a less precise control over you magic. This would usually make accidental magic more frequent and wandless magic even harder, but that is why I keep training you in only charms and transfiguration spells since they help you practice detailed magic and have a better grasp over your magic. That's also why I forbade you from eating sugar and watching emotional movies since it affects your hormone production.

You are a hardworking and serious student, so I doubt you even noticed it. Your magic control has always been very excellent. Are you sure you didn't have a teacher before me? You already seem quite well versed in directing your magic despite being 10."

"No. Well I did have potter teach me some things, but he didn't really guide me in casting actual spells."

Shoot, that's because I have already lived 20+ years of my life doing magic. Of course I would be familiar with you.

"*Sigh* *mutter* geniuses. If only I were one, I might have already become chief curse breaker. But alas, the detection charm still bites me in the ȧss *end of muttering*. Oh well look at the time! We already extended 5 minutes over class time!"

I look at my watch and realize that our lesson hours really had gone by. So quick. And I still have so many questions left unanswered.

"Is it alright if I continue owling you professor?"

"No problem Tom. You can message me as often as you like. Just don't expect fast replies. Afterall, so many letters get lost in the international owl post, and these old bones of mine can only make so many trips to my mail box. But I hope I will see you again Tom."

"Me too professor."

"Have a safe flight and make many friends when you get in to Hogwarts alright?"

"I will professor! You take care as well. Bye Professor!"

"Bye Tom."

I grab my bag, held my breath, and spun on my heel. I wait until the pulling feeling on my navel diminished and I opened my eyes to see that I was back at the living room of Stark Towers. I'm really glad that the first thing I asked Professor Kocoum to teach me was apparition.. I never want the Mandarin Incident to happen even again, where I couldn't go to dad as fast as I should have.