It's amazing how a single day can alter your life so greatly. To one person, it could be insignificant, dull, a time filler but to him, right now, this day was the most important that he could remember.
Could remember, not remembered. Because that was the crux of the matter, a life had been changed. His life had been changed.
He remembered how he had marvelled at his Hogwarts letter, the joy he had felt and his parent's complete awe that he was suddenly a part of this whole new, secret community. Getting his wand and being sorted were one of his proudest memories. Now he just felt sick because of what it meant. Everything was a lie, an absolutely fucking massive lie.
He knew the truth. The truth about muggleborns and what had created their magic.
It wasn't chance or luck of the genetic lottery – no, it was an act of torture, of cowardice, used to cripple muggles.
A select few unspeakables detected the unique muggles amongst the world, (the special, the brave, the genius, the cunning, the empathetic) and in order to prevent them from publically announcing the magical world or causing it perceived harm, they erased their time streams and made them part of their world. It was the ultimate weapon. Because, what muggleborn would suspect that of their society? The one they cherished and were thrilled to be a part of?
And wasn't it ironic that the purebloods of society, who looked down on them so, were the ones who had created muggleborns in the first place? Had validated it because they were capable of destroying their world? And all of their potential, their prior lives and loves had been wiped out, erased with a few turns of a timeturner, leading them to be mediocre, average. They were given magic as an apology but handicapped with their magic potential, leaving them to be discriminated against and deemed a 'mudblood' by their creators.
Of course, there were a few exceptions who had managed to overcome this like the Granger woman but she had married into the society and was now inextricably entwined into magical life. She wouldn't take her original life back, if he asked for her help. Her own children were the products of the global indoctrination.
He sat down sharply, his back hitting the cold tiles of the wall. The abuse of it all stunned him and he didn't know how he could bear to continue from here.
Because who knew? Who actually knew the truth? As far as he could tell, there were less than five people alive at one time who were aware of the atrocities occurring. The rest had been obliviated or murdered. And now that he had stumbled across it, what would they do to him?
What had he done in his original life to be classified as such a threat that his essence, his spirit had been tampered with? What was he capable of?
He didn't know, didn't have any clue how to begin or where to go from here but he stretched out his legs and stood up shakily.
If he was thought to be such a danger, he would give them danger. There would be retribution to pay for this and when he was finished, when he had ruined the magical world, he would find a way to return to his original life.
That, he would swear on his magic.
