Dissociative Magics
Prologue
Ghost ReaperandWinter Cherries
Originally by FeatheredMask
Edited Version of Original: 3/29/18
1st Edit: 4/15/18
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, taking a short moment to relax. A gentle breeze fluttered through the window, bringing the echoing sounds of hooting owls and flapping wings. Four letters, four owls, each for a young witch or wizard living on some far off continent.
The ministry had passed a new law, demanding that the wizarding schools of Europe extend invitations to all who had been born in their respective countries, including those who no longer lived their. And thus, four owls, all holding their precious invitations to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Three of the owls' receiving ends already went to wizarding schools so there would be the issue of never having transfers before, but the fourth…
Well the fourth was an oddity to say the least, one that Dumbledore desired McGonagall's counsel on.
His gaze strayed to an open file idling dangerously on his desk, one with the picture of a effeminate boy with bushy white hair and brown doe eyes. It was the only picture in the room that did not move.
Ryou Bakura, age 15, has been to many countries, never stays for longer than six months. His mother and sister died in a car accident when he was seven years old. He frequently releases bursts of accidental magic that is reported to put nearby humans, both muggle and magical into comas for years on end. Has been deemed to dangerous to others around him and as such, has not been invited to any wizarding schools. Undetermined if he possesses Ancient Egyptian artifact considered precious to the Ishtar clan of Egypt.
The rest of the file was school records and medical files. The boy seemed nice enough and had good grades, genius level statistics even but it was his medical history that disturbed Dumbledore. Multiple hospital trips due to unexplained stab wounds and he'd even been electrocuted during a card game tournament. Many of the doctors' notes suggested a sneaking suspicion of some sort of personality disorder but he never stayed long enough for a proper diagnosis.
Yes, quite the oddity.
A tower of flame leapt up in the fireplace and out stepped Minerva, dusting soot off her emerald robes. She strided over and sat down in the chair opposite to Dumbledore's desk opening her mouth to say someth—
"I think I want to recruit this Ryou Bakura into the Order, what do you think?"
Hello yes, this story was given to me by FeatheredMask. I have permission to rewrite it the way I want but it was not my original story. Anyways, everyone enjoy and updates will usually be longer and frequent.