Chapter 6 – A split personality
Kasmire turned around in a smooth movement, his red eyes quickly scanning up the figure before him. Slowly he raised a bony white hand, and said, "Harry…?"
The figure laughed in a booming voice. Kasmire jumped back. What is going on? He resembles Harry, but he looks… stronger, and fearless.
His piercing cold eyes traveled up and down Kasmire's figure, measuring him up. Kasmire did the same. The figure was tall, six feet almost, he was not particularly muscular but Kasmire could see that the man was physically fit. A lean mean fighting machine, dressed in a pair of faded Levi jeans and a gray tee shirt. His composure was completely relaxed, and he looked comfortable with the situation as if he were expecting it. What was the most interesting part about the figure was the lightning bolt scar on top of his left eyebrow. It glowed an eerie red color, and prompted Kasmire to come out of his shocked trance, and ask a question or two.
"Harry Potter? What are you doing here?"
"I am trapped here, Kasmire. Trapped in this endless maze of rooms and white light." Harry's gaze turned sad and depressed, and as if the very atmosphere changed, Kasmire could feel his powerful emotions. He is a failure at controlling his emotions. All the better for me once I find out what's going on.
"What do you mean? Speak quickly, I don't have much time here." Kasmire said. "I am getting weaker…"
"The ministry of magic and the order of the phoenix thought I was too dangerous to allow myself to be free. They thought I was too ruthless, and I might endanger the wizarding populace. That might have been true, but what they did to me… I will never forgive!" Harry's face showed a myriad of emotions that Kasmire could feel in his very bones: Anger, betrayal, hurt, and most of all… pure hatred.
"What did they do to you? I have never seen a mind so complex before, I don't know what to do." Kasmire forced himself to ignore the pull he was feeling to go back into the physical plane.
"The Unspeakables worked together with the Order to trap me, and put magical restrainers on me. They tried to get rid of me, by placing memory charms on me so I would not remember."
"But then why are you… It is as if you are two different personalities."
"Things did not go as planned. My magic was too strong for pitiful restrainers and charms, so it split itself so to speak. I live in this world of nothing right here, while a weak and pathetic younger version of me runs rampant in the world."
"If the… younger version of you was weak and pathetic like you say, why did it go after Greyback? It did not seem particularly aggressive."
"That was my doing." Harry smirked. "Sometimes if I try hard enough, I can take control of my self, and let the true Harry Potter shine out."
"So you brought Harry to me in a way… How did you know sending Harry to Knockturne Alley would be the right thing to do? He could have been killed!"
"I had to take that risk. I don't think that my weaker personality would have lost, I mean he is still Harry Potter."
Arrogance will be your undoing, Potter. Kasmire thought on the inside while on the outside he maintained a façade of caring. "No matter, we need to find out how to get you out of here and break those magical blocks"
Harry gave a grim smile like a dying man would give to his loved ones. "It is useless, Kasmire. I have been trying for months to find the control center where I can find the magical restrainers, but this ingenious maze that the unspeakables chained me to has trapped me."
"But how were you able to take control then?"
"I can somehow sense what my weaker persona is thinking, and sometimes when he is in great mental stress, I can take over."
"I felt something when I was trying to meditate and get a feel of this place. It must have been you!" Kasmire exclaimed excitedly. In his heart Kasmire was a scholar, and scholars are always curious about new discoveries in their fields. While Kasmire's specialty was explosions, he was always on the lookout for anything that could help Knockturne Alley.
"Yes, that would probably be it. Your mental concentration is much greater than mine. I have never been good at that stuff no matter how hard I try." Harry gave a good natured pout, but it did little to break the desperate tension they both felt. Both of them relied on each other for different reasons, Harry wanted Kasmire to break him out, and Kasmire wanted to use Harry for pushing his garbage city back into power.
They both knew deep down that neither cared for each other per say, but rather cared for their own goals. That did not stop Kasmire from helping Harry, and he hoped it would not stop Harry from helping him.
"Look, I don't feel at my best right now. I will come back later." Kasmire promised, to which Harry nodded in satisfaction.
"I will be waiting!" Harry called back as Kasmire let himself go to the intense pull he was feeling.
Kasmire was shoved back into his wooden chair, and a massive headache hit him. He felt exhausted and fatigued. He slowly blinked his crimson eyes groggily, and took in a deep breath of the musky, stale air inside the stuffed office.
He stared up into the eyes of Harry Potter-the weaker version; this Potter's eyes did not have the same energy of the more powerful Harry Potter he had just met. Harry simply blinked as if nothing had happened, and carefully brushed away imaginary dust from his gray, itchy robes.
"So, where were we again?" Harry asked in ignorance. Kasmire just sighed, and stunned him lazily with a wave of his wand.
Levitating Harry wandlessly back to his room… prison cell… took more effort than he thought. I must be losing my touch. I have never been this weak before, if only Grindelwauld could see me now. Kasmire gave a short laugh, and headed to his quarters. With a short dose of headache relieving potion, he jumped into his bed and fell into a light sleep that was plagued with thoughts of white rooms.
Kasmire woke up with a plan in his head. He went to the mirror, and using some spells he learnt just for occasions like this, he disguised himself so he would look like a 14 year old. His destination: Hogwarts, the school with the greatest library in Britain. He had done this many times, when he was renovating the base. Housing a thousand werewolves and vampires was not easy in any way, but he cared for them. They were part of Knockturne Alley; he had to save it from decay. The aurors raided Knockturne Alley on occasion, but he always made sure to know beforehand through the use of spies so he could give the warning to the citizens of the alley.
Usually, one or two aurors would find the base, and Kasmire would have to make sure they mysteriously disappeared. It was a fulltime job for Kasmire, but it was one that he cared deeply for. His loyalty to Grindelwauld was supreme, and always there. Before Grindelwauld was murdered by Dumbledore, his last wish for Kasmire was to take care of the city. Kasmire watched it from the sidelines as it decayed into nothingness. There was nothing he could do. He could not attract attention from Dumbledore in any way, but once the old man was gone… Kasmire had a job to do.
Before apparrating to the Forbidden Forest, Kasmire ordered a guard to show Potter around the base, get acquainted with it so to speak. It will save my time at least…
Kasmire looked around the forest, breathing in the fresh scent of pine trees and wilderness. Then he walked to Hogwarts, and as sneakily as he could he entered. Nobody noticed him go through the halls, and nobody would. Not many people could see through invisibility charms or hear the soft footsteps of Kasmire.
He entered the library and a quick glance to make sure nobody was looking, he entered the restricted section. There he browsed through the shelves, looking for mind magics: Legilimency, Occlumency.
He needed to find a way to get Potter out of his prison, and his best bet was some rare obscure book or parchment. He wished he could ask the librarian, but he was not supposed to be here anyways… Suddenly an idea hit him. With a wave of his hand he conjured a piece of parchment with the message: Help Kasmire find books about mind magics in restricted section. Sincerely, Minerva.
With a smirk he went back to the kiddie section of the library and found Madam Pince deeply engrossed in her work.
"Ahem. Excuse me, Madam Pince?" Kasmire asked as politely as he could trying his best to imitate a 14 year old student. "I need your help."
"Yes?" She asked, and read the note with a quick glance. "This is a strange request, why would Minerva want you to have these books?"
"It's for a special project, supposedly it will help my concentration in transfiguration," Kasmire said silkily. "Would you please help me?"
Frowning, she nodded. "Follow me." She got up from her desk and started searching for Kasmire's request.
Tonks was bored as hell in her hot office, as she looked out the window and observed the sunny field that was located next to the auror headquarters.
She longed for some excitement. Ever since the defeat of Voldemort, there had been nothing but massive amounts of paperwork. This was not why she became an auror. She was a thrill seeker, an adrenaline junkie. Her current job offered neither thrills nor excitement.
Maybe I need to create some excitement…
She got out of her office, and went into the auror department. She could organize a raid easily; after all she was the head of magical law enforcement. Most of the aurors in the order of the phoenix had retired, and sometimes she wished she could do the same.
"Mr. Peters?" She asked mildly to a smiling auror who was playing with one of his muggle toys: A vibrating dildo. He still didn't know what it was used for.
"How about a raid to Knockturne Alley?" She asked, "We could probably catch some of the remaining death eaters out there." That was a lie of course; all the known death eaters were rotting in Azkaban.
Mr. Peters was a short, skinny man who wore black-rimmed glasses and traditional muggle clothes: A dress. He was funny in a way, and even though it was cruel most of the aurors joked about him behind his back. He was generally nice, and was not a typical auror but his dueling skills were unmatched. In his childhood his parents were tortured in front of him, and he barely escaped. Ever since then he had a bit of a schizophrenic problem. Whenever he wasn't around death eaters he was quiet and happy, when he battled death eaters he was like a demigod wreaking havoc in their ranks.
He grew angry at the mention of death eaters, and a fanatical glint could be seen in his cold blue eyes. "Right away, what time should the raid be scheduled?" He dropped his toy, and got up out of the chair. With a ferocious smile, he used his wand to cast the sonorous charm at his throat and called out: "All aurors must be ready for raid to Knockturne Alley in 15 minutes!" Canceling the charm, he asked, "Does that sound good?"
Tonks nodded, and prepared herself. She went into the change room, and put on some battle robes, her hostler and her trusty wand. There were three other female aurors changing with her and when they were done, they trudged out in silence; Business like and serious.
"All aurors meet in designated emergency apparition point now!" A voice called out.
All aurors went to the first floor where there was a box drawn on the floor in the empty room. They met each other's eyes, and apparrated to the edge of Knockturne Alley. Thirty aurors in total, all glad to be out of their office and out in the sunshine.
Kasmire was not there to give the warning. He did not even know about the raid, despite Mr. Peters trying to contact him through a special mind charm he invented. It was truly unfortunate for him that Hogwarts wards blocked those things.
Author's Note: Hello all! Hoped you enjoy this chapter, and please leave some feedback! Next chapter coming out in a week's time or so but I could write it sooner if I got lots of encouraging/constructive reviews! Hint Hint
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