SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRY...please... have mercy... T^T

Btw, Magi crossover with Harry Potter. MUST HAVE READ MAGI'S ALMA TORRAN ARC TO READ THIS! Also, MUST HAVE READ/WATCHED HARRY POTTER UP TO 4TH BOOK/MOVIE!

Can't be Found

Reach

01, Prolouge

Solomon's POV

"Dhoruf Sabaha!" I waved my hand, magoi fluttering as I entered the next dimensional world. Yet, I still couldn't stop them from falling.

"Dhoruf Sabaha! Dhoruf Sabaha, Dhoruf Sabaha!" Still, nothing. I gripped my staff, tears falling down my thin face.

"DHORUF SABAHA!" Though it didn't really happen, it seemed to make them fall faster.

"SHEBA, ALADDIN!" I choked on my screams as I heard them hit the cold, hard, wet ground. The chains around me slackened as I quickly flew over to them, taking in the two large pools of blood...

Since when did the human body hold so much liquid?

I shook my head, kneeling between the two. Aladdin's spine was broken, having somewhat landed on his feet with both his legs crushed by some loose debris. Sheba... her neck was twisted at an odd, painful looking angle. Both her's and Aladdin's mouths were open in a silent scream for help. I gasped, sobs wracking my body as I put my hands on my chest.

My hair and clothes were getting drenched, in their blood, but I didn't care. I didn't pay attention to their cries the first time. It was my fault, anyway.

My wife, the only one out of three Magi and five others who didn't betray me. Setta had sacrificed himself for me, saving me from Ithnan. Abra caused a rebellion among the Resistance, the other fifty-six with her... Ugo was killed by me when Abra controlled me. David was killed by Abra. Sheba killed Abra, Ithnan, Wahid, and Falan. And my son, Aladdin, had slunk off into the war without Setta noticing to "help papa".

It was all my fault... if only I hadn't ignored that one cry, that one word!

"Solomon, help!" I had ignored it and paid the price. I, though controlled, killed and have the blood of my friends on my hands. Along with my families... All because of one action. One foolish action that humanity has been cursed with.

Ignorance.

S. J. A.,

You have been summoned by the headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, to teach students as the new Martial Combat—Observer teacher. We are aware that you may want to decline or get in contact with us. If that is the case, someone will find you and bring you to Hogwarts by the time you get this. Our Headmaster understands your strange abilities with magic and will do nothing to stop you. However, we ask you to not bring harm to the students.

M. McGonagall

I stared at the note, spotting someone walk towards me. I sighed, turning the note to ash, letting the wind blow it away. The "someone" was a woman with graying hair in a tight bun. She wore long emerald robes.

"Are you S. J. A.?" She questioned. I hummed, playing with the ends on my hair that fell over my shoulders. When I opened my mouth to speak, I sounded raspy, monotonous.

"Yes, I am. You are the one who sent the letter. Why do you want me to be a teacher? How did you find me?" At first she didn't answer, but when she did, her eyebrows furrowed together.

"Well, to answer your second question, we have been looking for a teacher to teach the students a type of muggle defense for around a decade now. We couldn't spare any of our their, their days already filled to the brim. And those who did have time either knew nothing or refused. The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, decided to search in Asia. One of his contacts recommended you, Uraltugo Noi Nueph." My eyes widened at this information. Then I glared, hissing. A scarred hand gripped my golden staff.

"Take me to him." Not commenting on my rudeness, she told me to hold onto her arm. Doing so, we were whisked away. It was strange, since I had a feeling I've been here before. Once we landed, I gripped my chest. What... was that?

In the meantime I chose to leave it be. What use was there dwelling on something you don't have time for?

She, M. McGonagall, led me through a castle. It was around on the fifth floor where she said some sort of word to a stone statue, it moving and showing a hidden staircase. Walking past the open door, I use gravity magic to float, gripping my staff with white hands.

"Uraltugo Noi Nueph is dead," the man's blue eyes unlike my own widened in shock as he paled. So did the woman who brought me here.

"Why have you brought me here?" I hissed. "Don't you dare say it was to "teach students", even if that was the legitimate reason. I hid my tracks very well. No one would've found me... unless you used some form of forbidden magic. Tell me, magician, what is your purpose?"

The man touched his fingers, clearing his throat, over his apparently short-lived shock. I growled, dark blue eyes turning black in my fit. The air shifted around me, moving my ground-length dark blue hair. Strips on black were in it, though, from a problem I failed to heed.

"My purpose, as you called it, is simply to have the students learn to defend themselves-"

"Sofideabuhuma. If that was true, you wouldn't have bothered to find me of any other person. I was told you would not stop me from doing as I wished if I accepted... But that was the key thing. If I chose to accept, would you have not went back on your word? If I chose to decline, would you have not tried to persuade me? Would you have not... attempted to make me a slave in any way?" While the woman looked angry, face red, "Dumbledore Albus" grunted, nervousness wafting off him in waves.

I carefully studied the Rukh around the man decked in blue, glasses resting on the edge of his nose, beard white and long. I touched the ground without a sound, walking forward. The gold bangles on my ankles clanged together at every chance, but it was so quiet that you would have only noticed if you stopped breathing.

His Rukh disgusted me. They told stories of deceit and trickery, lies and manipulative actions. Who would willingly follow a man like him?

I wrapped my left arm around my staff, leaning on it. I lifted my right hand...

"Dhoruf Sabaha," And did not at all regret moving my wrist upwards, pulling the old man in the air. He got closer to me until we were truly face to face. He could see the crescent accessory that Abra gave me and the third eye that all wielders of the Divine Staves had.

"Albus Brian Wolfruic Dumbledore. Highest Magician known in the New World. I am King Solomon Jehoahaz Abraham of the destroyed Alma Torran, also its previous God and this world's current God. I created this world you all have chosen to call Earth. Sofideabuhuma, if you wanted an audience with me, send it by magic. Otherwise, I will not humor you. Now..." I released him, he showing true awe and fear.

'Good, it's a start. I will make him know the wrath...'

"You have messed with God's Will. What have you searched for me in particular?"