Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter in any way, J. K. Rowling does, and I sure as hell ain't making no money from my work.
MAGIC/CHAOS
-A Harry Potter fanfic-
This fic revolves around a different world of Magic. The rules governing Magic are a bit different, and so are the muggle-wizard relations. This is my first fic, which is my reason to chicken out and kick many characters from the story.
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A bit about Magic first.
Magic is, in essence, Chaos.
Magic is the process by which a magically sentient being can, either focus his energy on objects otherwise physically unavailable to him, or, alter some other basic laws of physics. [The rules are somewhat consistent, but you'll always find some spell that overrules the one that you held equivalent to pythagoras'.]
Some have theorized that Magic came into being as a result of the Universe balancing itself. When our Universe was born, when time itself took it's first tick, there came a rooted urge on the Universe to correct, rather discipline, it's ways. Non-magicals study it as physics. But at the same time, in response to the balance that He had implanted in our Universe, Magic came into being. A non-entity, somewhat sentient, utter Chaotic. It existed just to throw the rules in disarray. As long as the Universe behaved like it was supposed to, Magic would find enough to sustain on.
Magic is like entropy.
Magic is unevenly distributed across earth. If Magic is soaked deeper in a place, that place is more likely to be overlooked by non-magicals [or it might have other magical powers, like it was always a perfect temperature, or maybe it housed flying racoons, whatever]. Indeed, there do exist some islands where Magic permeates right up to the fiery abyss below. Those places hold enough power that they can't be seen on a magical map by a non-magical.[If you tell a non-magical, he would forget it. If you wrote on a piece of paper and gave it to him, he would absently wrap it, and throw it away. Animals usually ate it.. point is, Magic always protect itself from the non-magical.]
Magic also shifts. It tends to somehow get pulled towards settlements of all types of magical beings.[The most Magical place on Earth is Loch nEathach, Lake of Eathach, in Northern Ireland. All the faeries paid pilgrimage to a hallowed Oak over there at least once a century. Even non-magicals felt the other side on full moons.]
Magic is an art.
As a painter is to a brush, so a Mage is to his mind. And Wand [or staff, or ring, anything works actually, should have been with the Mage for some years or should have immense emotional value][Though wooden wands with magical cores are somewhat more powerful than other conduits]. Though a Mage without a wand can do much more harm than one with [more below..].
Magic is superset of power.
If you are doing something that just can't be done due to physical constraints of human body, like holding air molecules to standstill or speeding up a menial job, the energy drain is equal to the amount it would actually take to do that work [You can't lift up mountains directly. You can if you apply a self-strengthening charm first.]
[The energy drain is the same if you use a spell using your wand or you envision the job in your head and do it wandlessly].
But, if you do something that challenges the laws of the world itself, the result is random [You may increase or decrease some chance based on how improbable your wish was]. The energy drain could be as less as nothing. Null. Zero. It could be as great as wiping out the entire human race. One foolish wizard is all it takes. Foolish enough to wish some insanity from the Magics, to ask for something that would require the life-force, read blood, of all humans. One misjudgement and no one else alive. Sure,it required the stongest of wills and strongest of Magics to cast. But no one risked. [The worst case of Magic's toll clearing out family's was during the 13th century. An illiterate Mage once willed that the cows eating his farm simply cease to be. Not 'dead', not 'may it go away', not 'i don't wanna see her anymore', just 'I wish that cow would cease to be'. Come to think of it, that was fundamentally wrong of him to think that on so many levels.. but I digress. Ultimately, the world lost the complete race of brown-eyed Mages that day.]
That's why you don't envision yourself doing impossibilities. There exist trillions of standard spells. The spells in the books had all been tried out [that's why they are there, right?] and the books had information on the energy costs. These spell act as levers to the ancient gears of Magic and did what was described in the books. No one can make new spells. There are many books on Magic. Many. [You can envision yourself a condition if you don't know the spell. You could die trying.][Many..so read]
Everything that you may have ever wanted, you may have it, with Magic. Everything that you may do, consciously or not, with Magic, may not be something that you wanted.
Magic has killed.
If you are able enough, you can twist Magic do anything. Impossibilities mean nothing to you. Magic makes you god. Magic gives you the power to play with time, alter the very fabric of nature, whim into will alternate realities that had everything right. But, this power comes at a cost. The more impossible your desires mould, the more the chance that such a toll of energy be demanded from you, that after sucking you dead, Magic creeps it's way down your bloodline, to quench it's bloody thirst
[though it's not theoretically imposssible to build up that alternate world bit by bit.][Atleast only 1 town. Would still be nice.]
The only escape that we may seek is in control. Logic and Control over our sanity at all times is hence, of unescapable importance. To shed this cloak for even a second, might be the end of humanity as a race.
Always remember that.
Magic is Chance.
In essence, Chaos.
Prologue: I see Red
"Aaargghh! I'm gonna KILL you THIS time boy!"
Uncle Vernon! But I was locked up inside! I wonder..
Thumping sound from above my head. Dear Cousin at it again.
"I wrote your name inside the car. Everywhere! With charcoal sticks!", he said gleefully from above the stairs.
"Looks like he's gonna flay you alive." He remarked generously. Thumping sound. He ran away. Coward! I know that he can't face dear Uncle when he's really in his mood. Not brave enough to face his own handiwork.
I sit quietly in the darkness of my cupboard/room. Sit quietly waiting for the evident. Brushing off a spider, a wave of sympathy tore through me for it. Though I could end it's existence without blinking twice, I could not kill myself anyhow and had to face this beating, the brain wracking humiliation, everytime.
Everyday, I had to live in fear of it.
Door opens with an odd cracking sound. In his fury, the hulk of my Uncle had wrenched the lock apart. Darkness gives way to searing white light. It blinds me. Through my lidded eyes, I notice the dark looming figure, my Uncle Vernon, my own personal Devil.
Slap!
Tears come out of my eyes. Not much due to shame but due to the pure pain that the slap induced. I felt something curl inside me.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap..
"Son of a freak... Got out of the f***in room and got my car dirty... Marge was right! Blood does speak...", Vernon spitted between slaps.
I can feel my limbs shaking. Something suppressed inside all my muscles, from heart to limbs, wants to get out. I feel like I'm a bomb. Might go off any time. I sense something unclench around my heart.
And it all went black.
"Lily take Harry and go. I'll hold him off. Just GO!", brave to the last.
"NO! NOT HARRY!", is denial so common?
"Kill m..me instead.. I you..please!", no witty comments, just a terrible loss.
A could laugh.
White-hot Anger. Searing through my Soul, my very Essence.
Revenge.
I WILL have blood.
"AVADAKEDAVARA", the ending syllables trailing into almost a purr.
Ok.
The voice sank deep in my mind.
Amidst deep sorrow, anguish and Anger, I felt the voice burn in my mind forever.
I would never forget it.
Green light
Pain.
Worse than my worst nightmare. Worst than Vernon.
It is this pain that follows me as I regain consciousness. I come screaming, all the way from the recesses of my unnamed fears, darkest of unknown nightmares to the stark reality. Feeling physical pain coupled intimately with a reeling mind, I was still unable to comprehend the meaning, the vastness of what he had witnessed. But I was not given any time. Vernon had me in his hands and promptly threw me towards the wall.
Thud
No pain! wow!
And then I remeber the lies..
I remember the vile curses and foul abuses.
And my eyes open..
I see Red.
A/N : This chapter didn't have anything, I know. Next update will be a bit more interesting I hope.
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