Author's Note:
I must admit the chapter was sometimes hilarious to write as my fingers itched to write off the deep end, fortunately, I could ignore the itch. I did some liberties with the possible use of spells which weren't developed for other use. I also found the newer, updated version of Taure's thesis on the Magic of the Wizarding World (if you don't know what that is, I implore you to carefully read his analysis, PM for the link to the PDF on his google drive), so yeah it should be smoother, although on some places you need to build you own world around the world of J.K. Rowling.
I'm not really satisfied with the chapter title, but oh well, perhaps you could PM a better name for it. The reward thus: you can pat little muse-chans head. Isn't that fantastic?
I wish you fun on reading this little sweet chapter~
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Do Not Look Down
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Apparition for long distances was a suicidal thought. Portkeys were also definitely out especially as the Ministry would be alerted of it. Even if they couldn't detect the creation of the Portkey, I wouldn't use it as to travel with it wasn't comfortable as vomiting was my modus operandi for Portkey travels.
What remained was the transportation by muggle means. Wizardkind often forgot that muggles could travel long distances too, not instantly, but certainly. It was even a better alternative because it wasn't regulated by the Ministry, after all, the Aurors in this country were understaffed.
The coming storm, the civil war, apparently was to my advantage. Speaking of storms, thunder was raging above the city as the storm clouds gathered, a furious mass of lightning strikes, flashing. Could I use this? Certainly.
Would I do it? Perhaps. A wizard or a witch in my case could use the storm to power a big ritual alone, he or she only needed not to be disturbed while directing the energy flow. It was risky as a small disturbance, be it in the mind or physical could lead to the destabilization of the ritual, power would flood. A backlash would follow in its wake.
If I had the identity of the witch who crucio'd me, I could target her with a powerful curse, a forbidden one I learned by translating and decipher the understanding of an ancient script of a Chinese poem. It was a vivid description of an event taking place in the ancient Han dynasty, the fall of the dynasty to be exact. Yes, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, although mystified could be used to understand little of the epoch to a degree, because important historical figures were romanticised. Heh, Total War: Three Kingdoms would have been fun to play, alas, I died too early.
The author of that novel hinted at a mysterious poem which could have been the cause of the Fall of the Han dynasty. It was a curious read.
I needed to repeatedly read it to discover the hints he gave, after all, even if the author was relatively modern, it was the 14th century, a great gap to the 20th century. Languages evolved, incorporating additionals meanings, words were replaced with others newer ones, more popular. Of course, dialects developed in regions like the Wu, a south-east region, a language dialect favored by many Japanese people as Hirigana was actually originated from that territory.
The hints led me to an undescriptive grave deep in the south-east jungle in China. There I found another one of these, forbidden knowledge you could say, hidden within an innocent poem.
Once deciphered, the knowledge gleaned from it was far too terrible that I tried to obliviate myself, however, it was as if the... was burned into my mind. I could not forget...
Fortunately, I never once tried to do the ritual for that curse, a similar one of which my family was targeted by. Even the thought gave me the chills.
Why did I then consider using it on her? Simple. Hate.
There's one thing to straight up trying to kill me with the Killing Curse, but to torture me, was the line where my mercy ended. It reminded me... And I hated it to be reminded of it. More than others trying to kill me.
Such deep grudge, I won't settle for just her alone, no, I shall target her whole family, the family tree. Petty of me, yet I didn't care. Let her ancestors turn in their graves.
The parallels made me halt. I breathed deeply in and out, feeling the flow of air as I calmed myself. The temper got to me, again. I didn't want a repeat of the Fiendfyre.
Fuck!
I didn't want to acknowledge... I tried to push the thought away, instead, it came with vengeance.
I stumbled, looked down I saw that my foot got stuck in shit. Really, this wasn't my day at all.
I just sighed, took my wand out and used the scouring charm to clean the shit off my lovely heels, my favorite ones at that. I neither needed to whisper the incantation or to trace the wand movement of the charm, as I was intimately aware of how it worked. The Scourify charm was one of the simplest most used cleaning charms, the theory behind it even simpler. As we know a charm alters an object like in this case my heel. What it altered was only the state between stuck in shit or not stuck in shit.
Like in Hamlet: To be, or not to be, that is the question
You could expand on the framework and modify the spell, making it set the state of an object to the past state and in theory repair the object. Of course, complex objects would certainly be more difficult, but doable as the fecal matter was complex, consisting of solid, semi-solid remains of food that couldn't be digested with bacterial altered bilirubin, a necessary process to clear the body of waste products. This was shit. And I scourified it.
As you could guess, it could act like a Reparo charm, repairing broken non-living objects, only without the restriction of dead or rather non-living requirement.
There wasn't much research going on with these cleaning spells, many found them useless for combat or other possible uses, how shortsighted of them. How came I cut deeper into this charm? Well, boredom mostly. And of course, my love for magic.
In my past life, I hunted after esoteric knowledge, occultism, trying to really know what the other side hid. Foolish of me as I was often duped.
Now that I had access to real Magic, I consumed, no, swallowed every bit of knowledge as I grew, even more so as the Curse destroyed my family. It wasn't long before the abyss stared back at me.
Fortunately, I had anchors which grounded me, my sanity.
I took another deep breath and breathed all worries out, letting them dissipate. Now that my thoughts were as clear as the window in front of me, displaying clothing articles on human manikins, female at that. It was a summer discount. I lingered a little bit before I walked, knowing the direction of the airport where my flight was.
I didn't have a boarding pass, however, it shouldn't be problematic at all to gain it through the liberal use of the Confundus charm and to enchant it. Although my unnatural luck ran out, I didn't fear that the computer software would expose me, no, even then the charm would confuse the muggles.
However, if, if by some circumstance the muggle whom I will steal from, notice the missing item, it would be too late as I will already be onboard the plane.
I passed some shops selling undies and one selling dildos of all things in a busy public street. Well, that one got some balls. I saw how parents led their curious children away from the entrance of the shop, decorated with... well, dildos and other pleasuring tools. It was hilarious and got me to smile slightly, amused.
A quick look around gave me potential targets whom I could glean the knowledge of the current time from their minds. It would be menial and of course overkill like using a car to travel for just 10 meters.
However, I argued, convincing myself that I needed to practice magic in an intimate way, doing it every moment so that I will depend on it. The thing with Magic was that it was a fickle mistress if not handled with care. Magic needed to be used. I wouldn't exactly say that it was like a muscle, but the analogy could be made, only for the abstract understanding.
My path clear, I passed a young man, twenty-two I estimated, who was checking his wristwatch. Unfortunately, I was too far away to recognize the digits. As he looked up, I caught his eyes. Time stilled.
The art of Legilimency, or known by the muggles as mind-reading, as if one could easily read other's mind like a book, an insulting synonym. A Legilimen could only glean some surface thoughts from a person without alerting the target. A muggle, a human with no magic, no practices in Occlumency, was doomed to not notice something fishy going on in his mind. Even then a muggle would constitute it to a normal headache. Especially, a student who certainly drank too much alcohol.
Thoughts, foreign, yet familiar. I delved, searching for one recently.
I saw the wristwatch on the arm, a digital watch. Digits in neon blue light appeared, showing the time as 12:20 a.m.
The poor muggle was none the wiser as he stared a little too long at me. Must be certainly my voluptuous body, eh, I did not really think that my breasts were big at all, although they would fit perfectly in the palm of a man's hand. I banished these silly thoughts.
I should hurry up, the flight will depart in 2 hours. I took out a pamphlet, it did have a picture of the airport on the page. I concentrated, yearned the place. My focus couldn't be shaken, even as some couple kissed nearby, moaning quietly, it took me albeit some measure of control, not to hex them.
Fortunately, I was determined to imagine myself in front of the airport entrance, a big gate. I envisioned a mass of muggles, going in and out with their baggage, being generally in a good mood as they fly into the vacation or their home country.
It sparked a yearning in me to visit my home country, this I also used for the Apparition.
With care, I turned on the spot, an audible noise, a loud pop, scaring nearby muggles out of their wits as I disappeared.
My arrival petrified children and startled adults. Some even thought they were dreaming if I deciphered their muttering correctly.
I didn't think much of it as they will, in the end, question their sanity and move on.
I followed a businessman, recognizable by his blue suit with a silver tie and his metallic suitcase. He led me to a men's restroom. A quick Homenum Revelio. Nothing. How convenient. It seemed we will have some alone time.
I giggled a little as some perverted thoughts circled on my mind, giving way to lust. I tried to ignore it as I followed him into the restroom, ignoring the stares I got from some passing muggles. My cheeks felt a little hot.
Interestingly, he didn't notice me as I tiptoed behind him, my wand ready. He zipped down, opening the slit and relieved himself on the urinal, a sigh escaped him, his eyes closed.
My mouth was dry, I felt the lower part of my body itching.
I really wanted to... But I ignored it with iron discipline born through practices of Occlumency sessions even if I was abysmal at it.
I rose my arm, holding the cedar wand aloof and hissed, a little frustration seeped in as I couldn't relieve myself, "STEW-puh-fye!" A blue bright light escaped from the tip of my wand into his back. His body slumped to the ground, unconsciously as urine flowed to a puddle on the floor, dirtying my heels. I made a face, utterly disgusted I vanished the puddle with my stare alone, my intent enough.
My heels I cleaned again.
His thing was tiny as fuck.
I shrugged, as I crouched down. My hands patted down his pockets, trying to find the boarding pass, straying far away from his lower body part.
It wasn't long before I found the pass in his inner suit pocket. How nice, it was a flight to Japan, Nippon, the country of animes. Well, it would be insulting to just call them the country of animes, but that was just the sentimentality of my past life.
I stared at the piece of paper, manufactured in batches in a factory, carefully and with precision marked as a boarding pass, I let one thought call forth my desire.
To charm something like a boarding pass, a non-living object, you need to have the necessary, I wouldn't say imagination, but for the lack of a term, one would need to know if it will be an area of effect - like in RPGs AoE spells - charm or something more precise with other words targeting a specific purpose. For me, it was the latter as there was only one purpose and this was letting everyone who read it see what they would expect.
Of course, if the person would expect a fake pass, well then... fuck him or her.
I motioned my wand with a controlled wave, beginning down to the upper left, completing the motion with a half circle, ending in a sharp right curve of the tail.
An incantation wasn't really necessary at this work, but it would help one not particularly familiar with the spell.
The Confundo took a hold of the boarding pass, it fluttered a little, giving a low visible yellow glow.
Now with this piece of paper, I can board the flight to Japan or other flights, although it would be riskier. Decisions, decisions.
Ah, well, let's just board his flight.
I stunned him two more times to be careful. The number three was a magical number like the number seven. How did it go again? Three times the charm, or so.
Three times should realize my wish on this person. Have a very long nice nap, Mr. Johnny.
I sat on a seat in the waiting section at the Gate to my plane. My eyes wandered to other muggles, watching them as they either dozed off or read a book. I saw other men in suits, no doubt it must be work. Some wore expensive clothing, others not so, but all of them were clothed for summer. Shorts for the guys and hot pants for the girls, there was even one or two who had a summer dress, finely fitting.
However as my eyes strayed to the far corner, I saw a family with two children, a young boy and a teenage girl. My look fixed on her left hand holding a wand. I blinked, surprised, even though I wasn't really certain if it was a real wand or just a toy.
It irritated me to no end, my curiosity on the warpath.
I continued to watch them, waiting with bated breath as she waved the wand loosely with her wrist, letting out yellow sparks. Her brother cheered.
I scarcely couldn't believe it. I was fucking duped. It was just a toy. As if...
I groaned audibly, getting me concerned glances from my seat neighbors.
I closed my eyes. I deeply breathed in. Held it. And breathed out.
Again and again, three times the charm, after all.
A loudspeaker announcement was made by the personnel, "Flight to Japan, Tokyo, JAL 8095, boarding begins at the gate C9. We ask the first class to board the plane."
Well, I didn't think he was really first class, but it shouldn't be a problem with my enchanted boarding pass, so I queued up behind the men in suits.
I didn't need to wait long before I was before the persons inspecting the boarding passes. I thrust out the pass, she, a petite woman of Asian heritage, I assumed, took it and pressed it on the scanner.
It gave a short sharp tone, signaling that something wasn't right. Well, shit, really? I felt sweat gathering on my palms.
However, I ignored it and pushed the doubts away. I needed to be confident, to believe in my enchantment else it could fall.
Her face was marred with some tiny birthmarks, it didn't detract her from the beauty she was, a small delicate nose gave her additional cuteness as she furrowed her brows while checking the pass on the computer.
I observed her eyes as they slowly glazed over. She typed something. She scanned the boarding pass again, this time getting a green light. She handed me the pass back.
Well, nothing went wrong. I sighed in relief as I searched my seat, passing some who made themselves comfortable in their seats until I found mine near the window, oh, did she expected me to sit near the window? How nice of her.
It didn't take long to fasten the seatbelt. My whole body slumped into it, exhausted as I closed my eyes, trying to sleep.
It should be 13 hours until we will arrive. A good time as any to sleep.
"Hold this wand like so, " My mentor instructed me, holding his wand aloof, his wrist forward as he bent his arms a little, after pausing in this position for a short while, he continued patiently, "Now, use your wrist to move the wand. The arm stays still." He moved his wrist from left to right and vice versa, demonstrating it.
I copied him, having little difficulties to hold my arm still in that uncomfortable position, but he didn't admonish me, he instead waited until I got it right.
"Daddy, what now?" I asked, impatiently after I went through the motions.
He saw my impatient, chuckling at the sight, making me pout. My cheeks puffed. He stepped to me and patted my head, ruffling the hair. I let him, lingering in his touch.
He pulled away, turned, showing his back, and walked to a table. There, he took a box, opened it and pulled a Snitch like the Gold Snitch of Quidditch, out. It struggled against his hold, its wings flapping furiously.
"Maria, you know what to do," As he said that, he let the Snitch go. It flew without goal around the room.
I moved my wrist, tracing invisible lines as a spell was on my tongue. I waited. Waited.
My eyes were focusing on the Snitch which I saw as a blur, but I didn't let it discourage me.
Now!
I invoked a short burst of fire. It missed.
I pouted. I tried it again. Again!
Again! Almost got it!
Daddy stopped the snitch with a small movement of his wand and said to me, "Don't be frustrated. You will succeed. You need to believe in yourself. Never doubt. I know that you will succeed." His words rang true in me.
As he saw my determination, he let the Snitch fly again.
I stilled, focusing on only one goal. I will hit it. My confidence soared as I repeated the mantra.
By the 7th time, I struck my wand out. Another burst of fire, bigger than the earlier ones, flew straight to the Snitch, hitting it.
I cheered, proud of myself, so was my daddy, his smile wide.
The Snitch was angry, it flew straight to me. I dived to the side, bumping my head at the table.
Sunlight woke me up from my slumber as it heated my face up. I opened my eyes, seeing the bright sunlight left my window attacking me. I yawned as I wiped dried tears on my cheeks. Some nice memories. I wish he was by me, patting me like he once did before... he changed.
I loved and hated these memories. They pained me greatly.
After the Aurors took the corpses of what was left of my family, I asked them why... They had not the balls to look into my eyes and didn't truly told me the truth. After years of digging, literally, sometimes, I found the truth.
It powered my hate as I searched, not letting stones unturned, for the culprit. Unfortunately, he or she was elusive. Yet I didn't give up. I just changed my approach.
I will find the wizard or witch who did it. I only needed to be patient and confident in myself like he said.
A strange smell shook me out of the reverie. It smelled after something burnt. I had a bad feeling.
I looked through the windows. What?!
I saw how the turbine smoked, dark grey smoke bordering black. Fuck, I saw even something slightly red, fire.
Really, the world won't give me a break. Fuck you, Murphy!
The plane shook, hard, dislodging some people who didn't fasten the seatbelts out of their seat. Some crashed into the ground, shattering some bones while others died instantly as they fell into a deadly position. One of the men in suit broke his neck because of that.
I grabbed my armrest as the plane shook furiously and more. A sharp left turn pressed my whole weight to the right. I flickered my wand, having to summon it because a wand drifting around wasn't funny.
As the plane lost on height, I pointed my wand down, calling forth my will in form of a cry, "ah-REST-oh mo-MEN-tum!" Nothing.
Fuck, again!
Nothing.
Again! Believe!
A little something. The plane shuddered a little but continued to fall. Fucking believe in Magic, it's just a fucking plane!
A quick look to my left, I saw the skyscrapers, my mouth agape as I thought in fascination that the plane was quite close to the ground.
Can I apparate out? Definitely, I could just look at one place out of the window. But... I hesitated. If I were to apparate, I couldn't then help the passengers who will certainly die.
Fuck!
With a great groan, I decided to try to stop the plane from crashing down and turning us all to bloody pieces of meat.
I gripped my wand so hard that my knuckles whitened. I traced calmy, ignoring that I was in a life or death situation, the lines neatly with much care, so precisely that my daddy would praise me.
It was an exercise to calm oneself better than the usually breathing methods the muggles would now.
I eased my grip on the wand and waved aloof, concentrating on really, really stopping.
Newton's first law basically said that an object will so long continue to be in motion until a force acting against that said object.
In this case, the gravity got a hold onto the plane and will continue to drag it down.
Such planes as these were quite heavy with more than 500 tons. To halt the object completely, you need to exert equal or more than 500 tons, for some, an impossible task, however magic indeed made things easier.
Alas, the Arresto Momentum wasn't enough to stop the momentum of the plane, after all, we were at the point of no return.
But, there was a way, an insane idea caught me.
I focused on the task at hand, my wand rose, pointing down at the plane. I shouted out the incantation, "PY-air-TOH-tuhm LOH-koh-MOH-tor!" Piertotum Locomotor, a spell for animating objects, very useful.
The plane shuddered, strongly until I established successfully control of it.
I moved my wand little up so that the nose wasn't fully down. It saved me further seconds as now the plane sailed fast down, instead of nose falling down.
Now onto the next phase. My wand moved like a short wave. Another shudder. The Levitation charm took hold.
It wasn't enough to stop the plane from falling, but it gave me precious seconds as it stabilized the flightpath.
I moved my wand similar to a circular motion although rather more like a square, more angular. Then I took a very deep breath and breathed out the incantation for the Repairing charm.
The Reparo, well, it didn't help at all as it would be too long to fix the plane completely as it lost too many parts.
I could only take a last gamble, an insane one at that, which I took as other options were closed.
With my eyes closed as I focused, I traced an imaginary snake with a sharp tail to the right and cleaned the plane.
Well, I scourified, you could say. The Scourify charm took the plane to its past state that of a brand new plane out of the assembly line.
Engines started again. The smoke dissipated as there was no fire. The pilots had the control back. They moved the nose up. Slowly the height stabilized at a meager 50 meters, fortunately, we sped past the skyscrapers and other houses to a rural area.
I sighed in relief as the plane engaged the landing wheels.
With a great tremor, we landed an emergency landing.
Now certain that no more passengers died, I concentrated on a location I saw.
I called forth the emotions I vividly felt as I had burned the location in my mind.
With a loud pop, I disappeared amidst the cheering passengers.
My feet landed on concrete, the roof of a school. I took a look around and was sure that there was no one; I didn't even bother with the Homenum Revelio spell.
I took a flask, popped the lid and slurped it down.
My body morphed to that of a fifteen years old girl. I looked at the small puddle on the ground, my reflection looked back, my eyes were more round but with distinct curves to them, emphasizing the grey color of her eyes.
I really liked her eyes and that was the whole reason why I chose her as my disguise.
Although, I certainly chose her also, because of the little resemblance, eye-wise and body wise. Never use someone with a very unfamiliar body type. It would be difficult to adapt.
Now, let the hunt begin.
