Wish Magic (смешанная)

Magic will follow intent. He has been told that in every class, every year, since he first stepped foot in Hogwarts. No spell, no potion—nothing will work unless your intent is clear and your mind is focused. And he knows it’s true, it's why he once found himself on the roof of his school while attempting to escape certain pain and broken bones. Or why, even earlier, when faced with another adult being willfully ignorant of his signs abuse, he turned the woman’s hair a shocking blue.
This foundational rule of magic was ingrained into him when he summoned Prongs to save Sirius and himself from the Dementors. Magic will follow intent. So he’s not really surprised to find himself here once again—on the precipice of highly improbable, though not impossible, magic. After all, he is “The Boy Who Lived.” So he’ll figure out a way to live through this like he always does, because Harry Potter always perseveres—even if he can’t be “Harry Potter” anymore, and it’s 1974, and Voldemort is at the height of his power, and Severus Snape has, weirdly enough, really pretty eyes.
“Yeah,” Harry thought as he attempted to ignore that last bit his mind unhelpfully added on, “I can do this.”
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