A/n: HELLO READERS! I AM BACK (again)

Ok, so here's a fun fact; I wrote most of this chapter on a plane back to America. Fun fact over now.

So I had this story on my mind since last week and my mind kept nagging at me, "heyy, why'd you forget about this?! This is your greatest work! It's 25 chapters long (now 26) and your just gonna forget about it like some assignment you'll never make up? You, stupid stupid child..."

It wasn't like I didn't care about this fic, it means a lot to me. I feel like I've come so far with it and it makes me so happy to see my improvement in every chapter. Let's face it, my first chapter suckedddd. I'm surprised so many people made it past the first few chapters. Like, I literally spelled slytherin wrong until like chapter ten (I spelled it like this: Slytheryn. Thank you Ano!)

I've recently started to feel really technical about my writing and I would just read and re-read the same thing twenty times for it to be perfect instead of writing twenty more paragraphs. It's hard for me to write with this stupid thought that everything needs to be perfect, because in the end, I'll still find more mistakes. I don't think I'm a type of person who constantly cares what others think but lately I don't really know what to believe about myself anymore.

I like being myself but sometimes when I see my friends doing things without me I always feel the need to copy them and it makes me feel like "is this even me?" I mean, of course awesome things came out of it like I LOVE Hamilton and certain YouTubers, but then I'd hear my friend say "Yeah I love [insert your favourite character from Ham] I'd suddenly feel the need to learn every freaking detail about this character.

Ok, thank you for being my therapist for like a whole minute and fifteen seconds. The reason I'm telling you this is because this chapter gets a little depressing at the end. I'm not depressed or anything but I'm just in this weird stage of my life that I don't understand what's good or bad anymore. There is a little bit of abuse at the end of this chapter but I didn't like describe it well or anything.

I don't know who I'm really talking to right now because no one really reviews anymore. I get that. I don't blame anyone because I update at the randomest times and it's hard to follow up with my stories. I'm sorry, ok? But just know that these little sentences mean so much to me and they are the highlight of my day if they arrive. Questions, comments, or even corrections really make me come alive.

JoyI9199 write me a review a long time ago and I never really understood it until now. This is what she said:

Don't focus on the fact you left, focus on the fact that you came back. This is what I realized when I left my story for a month. I thought nobody cared. I thought nobody read my story so why should I keep writing it? Then I realized. I read my story. The only difference with only me reading my story and other people reading it is that I can control if the story ends or not. It doesn't matter how many people read the story, or how many people don't read it, it matters that you read it. And for that reason only it should continue.

Joy, you rock.

Now you could get to the chapter of its boring suck it it explains everything

Note: I was in a very poetic mood while writing this chappie so have funnnn!

Chapter 26

"I don't remember anything, man," I tell Dumbledore. "I don't understand what exactly happened to me but I do know that all of my memories are gone."

Dumbledore shakes his head. "No, earlier you said that you remembered me," an image of him flashes into my head. "You remembered seeing your mother die," a wisp of a man in a black cloak shooting a green flash at a lady that looked like my mother. "The Great Hall full of the Truth and Lies that someone had been mixing," blobs drifting through an empty room with floating candles for light. "That dangerous voice in your head," darkness flooded my mind with evil echoes of laughter.

The wisps repeat themselves over and over again and I saw the word HOPE flashing in every direction. Then all of the wisps come together to form a girl with silky brown hair and striking hazel eyes that seemed to sneak into my soul. Other than those two features, the rest of her is a blur.

"And whoever she is," I whisper. I turn to Dumbledore. "I don't understand this. Why am I only remembering these things?"

"I don't think you have amnesia, Scott," Dumbledore states. His tone made it sound like he was unsure of his words. "I think… that maybe someone wiped your memories, specifically leaving these memories."

Just like that, my mind began to spin and I saw myself standing in a large hallway with Dumbledore.

"You aren't well trained in Occlumency, so I assume that you didn't even know that your mind is blocked."

Mind is blocked.

Tampering with my sorting.

I saw myself in the Great Hall with Dumbledore again with the Truth and Lies mixing together. "Because someone's using you, Scott. You aren't an Occlumens. Someone blocked your mind himself. Someone's either trying to protect you, or just the opposite."

Tampering with my thoughts.

"Someone either wants to protect it, by blocking your mind to make sure no one takes it, or someone wants to steal it from you, blocking your mind to only allow himself in so he could take it."

Tampering with my gift.

"What's so great about this gift?"

"It's such a powerful gift, Scott. It can make a lie become a truth and make a truth become a lie."

"I see. So if the person can mix truth and lies together, why would he take my gift?"

"You don't understand how much power someone can have from that."

Tampering with the Truth.

Tampering with the Lies.

Tampering with power.

I want your gift, Scott, the seething voice tells me. Mead. It wasn't that I remembered his name. I felt like I knew it as well as my own speech, like a fact that just came naturally without a moment of thought.

For what?! I scream in my head. To screw up the world? I saw what you did to the Truth and Lies. If you could mix them then why do you need me anyways?

I never told you that I did anything to the Truth and Lies, Mead informed me.

A piece of our conversation from what felt so long ago climbed into my mind.

"Are you the one mixing the Truth and Lies?!"

The laughter stops.So you've figured it out, the voice says.

Back in the present, I wonder what he meant.

I wasn't lying, Wayward, Mead explains. You figured out that I was the one behind the mixing of the Truth and Lies. But I am not a Hope. I'm just a powerful wizard with a big plan.

The realization sinks into my head like a ship in a storm. Anger flows into my senses, and I fall deeper and deeper into an ocean of absolute confusion. I'm angry at myself for thinking I was right about Mead so quickly; I made arbitrary assumptions about someone and convinced myself I was correct about him in less then one day of even knowing who he was.

What's your goal, Mead? I thought. Your big plan. What's the point?

I want to possess every gift that is known and unknown to the world. I want to be the most powerful wizard of all time.

"You will fail."

Dumbledore's voice rose among the darkness of my mind.

I realize that I'm not dreaming anymore. I feel wide awake and alert to every breath I take and every second that passed, yet I keep my eyes shut. I need to finish this.

Albus Dumbledore, Mead cackles. Welcome to the party.

Dumbledore continues. "All of the gifts in the world could never make you the most powerful wizard of all time. You'd be uncontrolled and may even die from all of the magic. You'll be unprepared and confused at every ability because you won't understand how to use it."

I am prepared, you fool. He laughs sinisterly. You don't know who you're talking to. You don't know what you're saying.

Yes he does! I argue.

Oh really?counters Mead. Then why did he just fall for my trap? Three spirits in one mind? That goes against nature. Scott Wayward, you've got one heck of a mind. It's too bad it'll be in so much pain in less than a minute.

The darkness of his voice starts to fade. I finally see Dumbledore in my mind again. There's no pain at all. It actually kind of feels relieving.

Then I feel a punch so hard on my already injured skull.

I force my eyes more tight and when I open them again I see Dumbledore smirking at me. "Sorry about that." Then he yanks me off the hospital bed and pins me against the wall. "I should have done this first."

"What the— what's wrong with you!?"

Scott, I'm still in your head! Dumbledore cries. I can see what he's doing. Mead transferred from your head to mine and because I was only in your mind in spirit he took control of my body.

"Son, I'll make this easy for you. Come with me to my home and I'll take your power and let you go or face the consequences." Mead-as-Dumbledore pulled out Dumbledore's wand and shot me a wicked smile. "I hear that Ihave a very powerful wand."

"Are you kidding me?" I spit, shifting against the wall. "I'm not helping you!"

He frowns. "You probably think your so special. Well it's those kinds of people who make these kinds of wrong choices— locomotor mortis!"

My legs buckle and I fall to the floor unable to get up because my legs are locked.

He throws me against the wall and punches and kicks me repeatedly until I feel numb all over and my whole body is in pain. My arms feel weak and bruised and my legs feel like a thousand people jumped on them seven times. My face is covered in bruises and cuts but my left cheek was in the most pain. He had pushed my head to the ground and stepped on my left cheek with all of his/Dumbledore's weight. My eyes feel betrayed to even see someone who took control of Dumbledore hurt me like this.

"How about now?" he inquires, taking a deep breath.

"Never," I breath.

He smiles. "Let's try again a different day."

I blink. "What?"

"I'm your headmaster now. I can do whatever I want to anyone or anything in this school." He moves in close enough that I could smell his/Dumbledore's breath. "And I plan to give you hell. Unless you want give up."

I turn away. I was never going to give up.

He kicks my stomach one last time before leaving. "You'll regret it." He mumbles a spell and points Dumbledore's wand at my bruised body. A purple flash smites my entire body painfully and it carefully wipes away every bruise but not the pain. He then saunters out the door.

I'll admit that I'm terrified to find out what he plans to do to me. But I'll have to persevere it to protect my mind.

Madame Pomfrey, whom I learned was the lady in white, was finally willing to let me go. I pleaded with her to let me stay because I was in too much pain. She told me that there was nothing to be in pain of and that the bruise on my head that Sirius gave me had already disappeared.She told me that if I had a headache she could give me one more hour before sending me back to the classes that I had no memory of.

That's why I'm still in my bed in the Hospital Wing, currently crying. Dumbledore is still in my brain and I heard every single thought he had along with mine which was already beginning to feel like too much for me.

I can't tell anyone he was in my brain because no one would believe me.

I can't tell anyone that Mead was pretending to be Dumbledore because no one would believe me.

I can't tell anyone why Dumbledore will suddenly take an interest in ruining my life because no one would believe me.

Mead tampered with my sorting, my thoughts, my gift, the Truth, the Lies, and power. He tampered with Dumbledore's mind and will soon fool everyone else's.

Mead is tampering with nature.

A/n: hope to get the neat chapter up soon.

Yeah. I know that's what I said last time.

Don't give up on me so quickly.

~booky