Reality seems so simple. We just open our eyes and there it is. But that doesn't mean it is simple.

-Teller

Harry Potter was a magician.

Oh, and also a wizard. A large and kind soul has whisked him away from his old life working for the Dursleys into a new one full of wonder and mystery. He told Harry that the impossible was not only possible, but common, and that both Harry and him could play with reality as if it were a sandbox. The black haired boy didn't believe the man at first. His size could be explained by strange genetics or even lifts in his shoes. Maybe his coat was hiding some wire mesh that messed with the scaling to make him appear larger than normal. Bending Vernon's shotgun was harder to explain, but that could be chalked up to cheap steel and the right leverage, possibly with the use of wrist braces and springs.

Then a tail grew out of his cousin's behind.

Maybe there was some substance this whole magic thing after all.

Well, mostly. The girl sitting in front of him was currently talking his ear off, proving that having magic didn't differentiate this girl from other excitable bookish children that he found easily in primary, all huddled up with their text and ready to lecture at the drop of a hat. He couldn't be sure if the questions she had were meant to be rhetorical, or if she was simply refusing to pause and breathe. Harry checked his watch. It had been five minutes since he introduced himself. Huh, it had felt longer.

"-I'm Hermione Granger by the way, and you're Harry Potter, of course."

"Hey would you like to see some magic?" Harry took full advantage of her pause to try and distract her.

"Oh," Hermione paused, shocked at someone actually talking back to her. "Of course! I've tried a few simple spells myself and had pretty good results so far."

Harry smiled at her. "That's rather impressive. You're already ahead of most, or so I've heard. Let's see if I measure up."

Harry made the practiced motion of opening his empty hand before reaching over to her ear. Thanks to Hermione's rather large hair, he was able to slowly pull out a stick. "Oh look, a wand!" He grinned.

"Hey, that's mine!" Hermione huffed and made a swipe at the wand. It was gone. "What?"

"Oh, I guess it had a shelf life."

Hermione looked ready to scream. "Give that back, right now! I will go to a prefect!"

"But I don't have it!" Harry opened his hands to show that they were both empty.

"Oh please you probably put it in your sleeve." Hermione reached over to grab his 'sleeve' when she realized that Harry didn't have sleeves. He was wearing a t-shirt. "Wha-?"

"Hey look, it's on your ear." Harry ignored her shriek in surprise. "It's alright," He placated her, "I make that mistake all the time with my pencils and pens. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

His lopsided grin was only met with angry muttering and a glare.

AN: Yes it's a new story. Chapters will be very short, so sorry, but I didn't want to focus on the plot so much. Idea came from when Fred(or George I can't remember) mentioned doing card tricks for a muggle girl.