Can't be Found
Reach
02, Truth
Solomon's POV
"You have messed with God's Will. What have you searched for me in particular?"
The woman stepped forward, what seems to be a smooth stick pointed at me. But I knew better. That doesn't mean I had to wary, I'd be fine. I gave a small smile, the intensity of my presence lowering to a humane amount.
"Solomon... If you are who you say you are, then I guess it would only be fair." I hummed in response, appearing docile. I messed with my hair, eyes watering a bit as it reminded me of Aladdin. I quickly put that aside. I'd get to it...
"We sought you out because our enemy is starting to make a comeback. Tom Riddle-"
"Ahh, yes. I remember him... Tom Marvolo Riddle. The hidden message is easily found; "I am Lord Voldemort". He was always an arrogant brat. I had taught him what he wanted to know when another person refused him, Horcruxes." Their eyes widened. Why shouldn't they be shocked? I basically trained the worst villain of this time and place. And taught him to basically be immortal...
"You-told him how to split his soul?!" I nodded at the Headmaster.
"Yes. Though it is true you have to murder as the third step, your thoughts behind it all don't affect you in the long run unless something goes wrong. For example..." I pointed to the crescent in my hair. "This crescent was given to me by a dear friend. It is metal. A Horcrux does not have to be metal, something special to you, or nonliving. It could be a rock even or a plant, even an animal or human. However, it must be solid. This is my Horcrux." Again, they went into shock. I sighed.
"My thoughts while doing this were rather simple. Basically I wanted to live longer than my family so I could protect them longer, along with my world. When becoming God, my soul was taken by the Great Flow. With around one-fourth of my soul gone, I wasn't going to last long since my body began to rapidly age. To solve that problem, I gave up another one-third of my soul to create this Horcrux."
They stared at me. I tilted my head, confused. However, my face went blank.
"Oh... boy! How old did you say you were? "Body began to rapidly age", right. Why do you look like you're thirteen?" I raised my head up, and on the ceiling and walls (which I haven't noticed before with the other knick-knacks and books) was a picture frame with a painting of a man. He was moving...
"...This is the body of my seventeen year-old self. I can use my magic to change the cells in my body to either grow faster, or grow slower. I am really twenty six. However, that body is the one where it grew too fast. I can't change it to how it was before, due to the Horcrux, so I slowed down my cells and reverted back to when I was in my prime." I wouldn't dare question how he was moving... I was tired.
They chose not to reply. I wasn't sure if I expected too much, or if I expected too little...
"So... what, exactly, does the position of... "Martial Combat-Observer" do?" I couldn't help but ask, my mind getting away from the want of figuring these people out along with memory lane.
Dumbledore smiled a bit, McGonagall relaxing. "Well, in your case, it would be to teach the students how to defend themselves without wands, as you can easily lose them. And if you see fit, teach them how to fight. But the position also lets you experiment as you wish, when you wish, as long as it is moral. You may wander the grounds that others cannot go to." I hummed, putting my staff in my belt to cross my arms.
"I see... I don't particularly like training brats after Tommy, so what's in it for me? I can just as easily invade you as I can accept this offer." His hand twitched, as he sighed lightly.
"There truly isn't much in it for you, but I can tell you of our enemy?" I merely stared at him.
"You... are an idiot. I can invade their ranks, get info, and kill them. But I'm not like that, so..." I shrugged, as if talking about the weather. "However... if you can give me every single piece of information from that withered mind of yours, Sofideabuhuma, then I'll accept."
The sudden gleam in my eyes made him shiver. It was normal, happens all the time. "Very... well. What does "Sofeedeeuh-bahuma" mean?"
"It's Sofideabuhuma, not Sofeedeeuh-bahuma. And it means "Levithan" in my language." He didn't reply, which was a good thing. If he had any idea of what, or who, Levithan was, then he'd be smart enough to not argue about it with me.
I pointed the end of my staff at his head. "بليعال: التلاعب الذاكرة". After a few seconds his his eyes fogging up then going back to normal, I spoke. "It's a simply technique that makes you unable to forget our promise, old man. You will be telling me things of what you know during the time that I am here, however long it takes. Our meetings will be once a month, otherwise it will be for normal things. First day of every month, no matter what."
I took my staff away as he silently nodded. This was only a precaution. He, to me, is a crafty man. This is only so he won't go back on his word.
"Solomon," McGonagall started. I had forgotten she was here. "So you can understand some of our spells, would you like to be a student also?" I hummed.
"An under cover student, you mean?" She nodded. "Well, alright. More for me. I can just solidify the Horcrux so it'll take on my current self. As for me, I can change to my older self." Taking off the crescent, I tapped the red orb in the middle. At the same time, I changed the cells in my body to when I was twenty-two. No need to be twenty-six and look like a vegetable...
Looking over, my "younger self" was when I was seventeen, yet looked thirteen. It was always strange, seeing yourself... But this was just... I shook my head.
"There you have it. I'll go by my given name. Youngster here will be called Aladdin Jehoahaz Abraham." Sue me. I know I literally can't forget, but I can't help it... Tapping the newly dubbed "Aladdin"'s head, his hair changed some shades lighter. The locks falling over the shoulders were added to the braid, and the said braid was shorter. Also, tapping his shoulder, he wore black robes with wide sleeves. The third eye was still there, however. The crescent became a marking under his right eye.
I had gotten taller, my hair out of the braid. It flowed just past my feet, a bit messy looking. I still wore the same clothes, only my sash was now thicker and went across my torso. The same crescent marking was under my right eye, too.
Third POV
"So, should I study up on anything, or do you think I'll be fine?" Aladdin asked. Solomon tried hard not to laugh. Despite being seventeen back then, he had the voice of a kid in puberty. He quickly sobered up when he realized how similar he and his old son sounded.
Dumbledore shook his head. "No. I think you'll be fine, but I do advise you to read Hogwart's history with its creatures." Aladdin nodded, lighter blue eyes shining. He turned to his older look-a-like.
"Hey, hey! Father, can we explore the place, or is there something else we gotta do?" Solomon smiled.
'Just like him... That's what I get for turning my Horcrux into him. But...' He observed how Aladdin's eyes shined in happiness. 'it was definitely worth it.'
Before he could open his mouth, McGonagall answered. "I advise you to explore through out the school year, Aladdin. School doesn't start until tomorrow, which is the opening feast." Aladdin and Solomon both hummed in unison.
"Say, Miss, who are you?" Aladdin tilted his head to the side. McGonagall and Dumbledore both smiled. Despite being a piece of Solomon's soul, he was as real as any child can be.
"I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Aladdin. The man sitting at the desk is Professor Albus Dumbledore. Though he isn't a teacher, Albus is the Headmaster of Hogwarts." Aladdin's jaw went slack.
"Wow..." They laughed as Solomon patted his "son's" head.
"I teach Transfiguration. That is where you can turn one object into another." Aladdin nodded, hands into fists as he smiled. Dumbledore chose to speak at that moment.
"Solomon, you and Aladdin should head to your rooms to sleep. Or you can head to the library. Seeing as Aladdin will be your son for while you're here, how do you get the knowledge from what Aladdin learns?"
Aladdin had started to tune out what he heard when the word library was mentioned. His face reddened, a small smile on his face. Solomon ignored this in favor of answering Dumbledore's question.
"I think we'll head to the library. And, I actually don't get anything from Aladdin. Once he is like this, solidified, he is his own being until he chooses to revert back to a soul. I have no control over him, but I know he won't betray me."
His light blue eyes narrowed. "Oh? How can you be so sure?" He closed his eyes at that, wrapping an arm around Aladdin.
"I refuse to answer that at this moment. Maybe when I know you better... Sofideabuhuma." With that, father and son left the Headmaster's office, going down the stairwell.
I forgot to put this in last chapter. Sofideabuhuma means "Leviathan" in Arabic. "بليعال: التلاعب الذاكرة". means "Belial: Memory Manipulation." in Arabic.
Yes, I realize Solomon is very OOC. He's suppose to. Also, Young Solomon-AKA Aladdin-wears what Aladdin in Magi wears during the Mangostead arc, which I don't know how to spell.
