Sigh~. I sighed probably for the hundredth time today. I had just finished going through what happened to the world after my Azkaban debacle, but other than the news about Sirius's acquittal, the destruction of Azkaban by Voldemort, and some reports here and there about the attacks of Death Eaters, there was nothing but conspiracy theories and speculations. These stupid people have been in a war for months, and other than the occasional piece of news about some raid, there's nothing. I don't know about you, but the more I read, the angrier I become. I have to distract myself with something else lest I start executing my 'Idiots Culling Plan' early.
Think, Harry, think. What is something that you want to think about? Oh, I know. How about the fact that I found out something is messing with me?
It's deeply disturbing when you find out, by coincidence, that most of what you do is somehow being manipulated. How did I find out, you ask? Well, after I was done with my first lecture, I went out in a hurry, didn't wait for anyone, just stormed off. I went outside, sat down, and started meditating. I had been feeling a warning bell sensation since I woke up, like something big was going to happen today. I ignored it at first, thought it was just nervousness before my first lecture—or maybe it was puberty?—— I'm not usually like this. I trust my instincts, but somehow I ignored them. That should have been the only clue I needed, but no. So after I finished my meditation, I checked my mindscape: there was nothing. Thus I decided to check my soul. It was spontaneous, really, and once I went there, I started to truly see what was happening. I should have never accepted the deal with Death. I truly should have chosen the other option, but there was no time for regret. I accepted, and thus I made myself vulnerable to the manipulation of higher beings—namely Fate, at least that's what I have been able to glean about the situation. I knew I was accepting a debt of Fate and magic. I thought it was just something I'd have to do and be done with it all, but no. Until the debt is paid, I'm vulnerable to Fate's machinations. The more I try to understand how and why I did certain things, why my instincts are somewhat muted, the more I find myself drowning in these chaotic voices.
But it wasn't all that bad. True, the situation could've been better, but I also began to understand how Fate is manipulated—at a very basic level, that is. It's like guiding a rolling stone into a pathway you want. You don't need to touch the stone to do that; you just have to clear the terrain or connect it to a very different path altogether. Although I didn't know who was doing this, it didn't matter now; I could figure that out later. There's a lesson here somewhere, something like: don't accept deals with higher beings because they don't think the same way you do, or be so strong that these beings don't have the ability to influence you. This is all pointless at this point; I need to destroy Voldemort as soon as possible.
Then it hit me: why everything has been somewhat easy until now. The way I destroyed Dumbledore, the Horcruxes while flexing—fuck. I have been played like a fiddle.
'But why am I excited?' I thought as my hand traced the wide grin on my face, I don't know, but Fate manipulation is very overpowered. I need to master that.
I was awakened from whatever was happening to me at that moment by Hogwarts warning me about the crowd of people circling the perimeter. I connected myself to the sensing barrier and saw a lot of people—werewolves, vampires, some giants, and other magical creatures—starting to crowd the area. It hit me then that Voldemort was coming; this meant he was ready. And here I was, just itching to finish all this. I stood up and started laughing like a maniac. Truly, I have not been able to process my situation yet, and here he was, serving himself on a silver platter. I don't think this even counts as silver; it's golden at this point. I started walking toward the school gate while activating the wartime wards system of Hogwarts. The amount of magic consumed to activate them is staggering. I don't think Hogwarts could be built anywhere else but here, on a magical hotspot. I mean, four magical ley lines meet directly beneath her; can you imagine just how much magic flows through these? Yet the activation put them through just a little bit of strain. Oh, I know it's overkill, but I'd rather not have underage children die because of me. I don't want magic to curse me; I still have a debt to pay, so let's not add curses of bad luck to it.
I arrived in front of the gate, put myself under disillusionment, conjured a sleek-looking dark armchair, and sat down, waiting for Voldemort to arrive. What? I want my entrance to be epic; sue me!
I got bored of waiting but didn't want to do anything else, so I started to read a little. My grimoire is filled with a lot of fascinating information. As I flipped through its pages, I came across various magical stories that captivated me. I truly hope there's at least one reality out there that resembles one of these tales. Although some of the characters I encountered seemed foolish and naïve, I believe they would act differently if they were real. From my perspective, these stories might be narrating genuine events that occurred in some reality out there. However, whatever happens to inspire the authors is ultimately shaped by their perspectives, leading them to craft these narratives in a way that either appeals to the majority of the audience or enhances their own financial gain…
Oh, here comes the no-nose bastard.
What the fuck did he do to himself? His soul is fading by the second; his magic is all over the place, his control is worse than that of a new wandless first year. This idiot might have done something incredibly stupid in a ritual, and I want to know what it is. This kind of ritual should be either heavily guarded or erased.
Although I keep my magic tightly controlled and contained in my body, I can't let him think he has more magic than me. So I let it go. If there's anyone here who can see magical auras, they could easily see my magic rolling smoothly over me, unlike Voldemort's, whose aura looks like a twist of different colors chaotically circling, rolling, and twisting in a maddening fashion. Mine looks refined and very smooth.
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