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"The body ages. But the mind is immortal." Speech.
"Kukukuku" Flashback speech. Spellcraft.
§People change. It's just a matter of whether they die before it happens.§ Parseltongue
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Previously:
Kneading at his forehead, the seven year old calmed his breathing and re-centered his focus. He was faintly sure he had felt flickers of magical light across the unexpected distance but so sudden and unexpected that awareness had come that he had not been able to focus on the actual distance and direction.
But where his focus and expectations had been centered. Oh he was more than certain of what he had discovered.
Not just one source of magic. Not just one magical entity. But five. A further three that matched the first he had discovered; small, flickering and weak. And the fifth, marginally larger and more stable. But not flowing and active like the first four, but static; frozen as if trapped in a single moment within time. Its location seemed to move minutely, enough to indicate that this magical source belonged to a living entity. But the magic itself didn't seem alive, active like the other four.
Harry's mouth split open into a wide grin. His eyes alight with hunger. Perhaps the one thing he loved just as much as the act of discovery. A Mystery.
"Kukukuku." The boy chuckled low under his breath. "What secrets do you hide for me?"
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1987 a.d
Harry whistled a joyful tune; a quiet smile on his face as he flitted about the room. In a genuinely happy temperament the seven year old boy was barely able to suppress his eagerness from getting ahead of him.
Today was a day he had been anticipating quite a bit for the past few days. Ever since the successful development and testing of his sensory spell that had resulted in the surprising discovery of five living beings in possession of magic.
So eager for the chance to get real hands on experience on the inner workings of magic inside a living specimen. For obvious reasons he was unable to perform any invasive tests on himself; preferring to continue living whole and healthy.
Harry was in the end both fortunate and unfortunate in that the five sources of magical entities were in fact a number of larger than normal cats and a frail looking woman in her mid to late fifties. That was unfortunate in that Harry would have preferred a subject more in its physical prime. Fortunate in that the boy's own eagerness to get his hands on the woman and her pets did not work against him thanks to the ease in which capture of the animals and woman ultimately was.
Initial observation had resulted in a noteworthy detail regarding the magical cats even before capture that had required only minor alterations to planning of their capture. They each displayed greater awareness and intelligence than their regular, non-magical kin. Not on the level of even the simplest Summon animal, but still undeniably noteworthy nonetheless.
The woman's regular feline pets were easily subdued via lacing their food and water with anaesthetics. Same with the woman herself. Harry had determined that his future subject preferred a glass of wine during her evening meal. It was a simple matter to break in and drug her supply and simply wait for routine and nature to take its course.
For the magical cats, a more active means of capture was required. Their observed intelligence had already proven itself when Harry had noted them avoiding the cat food and water bowls that he had drugged; apparently noticing the trap. So the boy had been forced to tranquillise the felines with dart needles each filled with a more potent concoction in order to ensure any unobserved attributes afforded to them by their magic would aid in resisting regular dosages.
Harry had returned with the unconscious bodies of the woman, her four magical cats and three regular cats to stand in as control subjects. He still had a couple of thugs and criminals in storage to serve as the control subject against this magical woman.
Already Harry had cut into and dissected the cats to his satisfaction. Apart from relative size and minor cosmetic, superficial differences that were a mark of differing species, there were only a few notable differences in effect that possessing magic had on the magically enabled cats.
Each specimen possessed a larger cranial cavity as well as a more complex brain organ specifically the sensory cortex of the brain. Testing with magically applied stimulus to two of the subjects had revealed an incredible sensitivity toward magic; meaning that it was highly likely these creatures could not only identify difference sources of magic with their senses as well as a potential for logical reasoning and possible even problem solving.
But right now, and the reason for Harry's excitable mood as he checked the restraints that was keeping the magically enabled woman securely bound to his examination table. It was more for her safety than his really. If she struggled during his examination then she could run the risk of forcing him to cause her unwanted damage. Then he would have no choice but to tear her apart just to salvage what he could from her pathetic dying corpse and there was no doubt in his mind that he would be irritated enough to make sure the suffered throughout said 'salvaging.'
Not that she wasn't going to endure incredible pain regardless.
A prepared syringe was picked up from his already positioned and stocked trolley and swiftly stabbed into the woman's heart.
The cocktail was a concentrated dose of pure adrenaline enhanced via magic and specifically measured to figuratively evaporate all traces of sedatives from the woman's body that was ensuring her unconscious state. It also had the pleasant side effect of making her hyper alert immediately so Harry could avoid having to wait for coherence which would only delay the examination.
As expected the woman awoke with the sounds of a shrill, frantic scream; chest heaving out and her back arching from the sheer amount of energy that was urging her to leap from where she lay. Impressively enough Harry actually hear a seam or two tear from the wrist restrains from the sheer adrenaline enhanced attempt to leap from the table.
Reaching over to the trolley, Harry clicked down on the recording button of the voice reorder he had prepared for this very thing. He would write down his observations later and in more depth once he was done here.
"Subject 'Cat-Lady' has awoken as expected through dosage of M-enhanced Adrenaline. Early signs of awareness and motor functions."
The woman turned her head sharply toward him at the sound of his voice, pupils the size of pinpricks from the rush flooding her veins and the swiftly growing fear at her unknown surroundings.
"H-harry? Is that you? What's going on, where am I?"
That was an interesting discovery. This woman knew his name. Harry was certain he had never before met the woman formally or informally. The Dursley's had never been comfortable enough; or daring after he had sealed them, to shove him off to a babysitter of any kind and the boy was certain he had never run into her even in passing while out in the neighborhood on business.
Questions regarding that curiosity would have to be included with the others he had for the woman.
"Mrs Arabella Doreen Figg. Born February second 1913. husband to the late Walter Figg born April twenty-third 1910 died September seventh 1940 during the London Blitz." Harry recited from memory as he walked around the table, ignoring the sudden shriek and writhing of the woman when she realised that not only was she bound to a cold steel table, but completely naked. "You earn your income being a professional cat breeder and as such owned twelve cats. Apart from this social interaction is limited to those within that circle of profession."
"What is the meaning of this Harry?!" Mrs. Figg shrieked, shaking and trying to escape the straps binding her arms and legs to the examination table. "Where are my clothes? What is all this?"
Harry walked around her, briefly examining her for any signs of physical abnormality; a thing that had the old woman squirm in discomfort. An understandable thing considering her level of exposure under the gaze of a prepubescent boy. Ultimately wasted considering to Harry's eyes she had all the sexuality and appeal of a slab of meat in a butchers.
"I will be asking you a series of questions. You will answer those questions truthfully and be rewarded. The reward is a measure of anaesthetic that will numb you to all pain. Failure to answer my questions honestly or at all and you will be denied a measure of anaesthetic. It is in your best interest to earn as much as my questions will allow."
The woman was now weeping heavily, fear beginning to outweigh her own embarrassment and discomfort at being unclothed in front of the boy.
This was becoming distracting.
Walking over to the trolley the yellow eyed boy picked up a scalpel and made a small incision along her left collar, causing the woman to scream and jolt away from the pain. A swab later and Harry had collected a blood sample; one of many to come, and set it aside.
"Do you understand the incentive to answer my questions?"
Figg sobbed and quickly nodded when Harry raised the blade when she started to take to long to reply.
Good. Progress.
"The details I mentioned earlier. Are they correct?"
Figg nodded shakily after a moment very nearly too long. Harry replaced the scalpel to the trolley and moved over to an I.V stand where a bag of anaesthetic of his own design was waiting ready. In small doses it acted as a regular pain killer; numbing pain. With a large enough dosage; only possible for Arabella Figg if she answered every question to his satisfaction and earned every single 'reward', it would place the subject in a state of disconnected euphoria and completely isolate them from their own nervous system. Making her completely unfeeling for the duration of its effect.
A quick manipulation of the I.V and a dose dripped down the line to where it connected to the woman's arm. With the reward dose administered, he picked up a marker and started to mark out intended incision lines along her chest and stomach. In order to determine how her biology how human biology interacted and was affected by magic; he needed to examine her organs and key places of her body. The locations of where the Eight Chakra Gates were of interest particularly.
Figg noticed his actions and cried louder.
"Four of your cats possessed Magic. Is there a name for their species?"
"M-my babies. They're called Kneazles."
It was an innocent question really. It served no-one to lie. That earned her another dose.
Taking a step back to get a complete picture of Figg's body, noting where he had marked to cut into her. He would want to avoid examination of her major organs and larger blood vessels until she had earned more of the drug 'Rapture.' moving down to her legs, Harry picked up his knife and started to cut into her lower legs to get access to the tendons leading to her feet.
He ignored the tingle of sadistic enjoyment when Figg screamed in pain as his blade bit into her flesh. He had forgotten what it felt like to that darker part of him to cut into someone. That sense of power and thrill combined with being able to indulge in his passion for knowledge.
"For a woman of your age you are remarkably well preserved. I would estimate a physical age nearly two decades younger than your chronological age." The boy commented as he cut away at the muscle and soft tissue to gain access to the tendons running down the Tibia. "How often do you practice your magic?"
Figg took a while before she answered. Understandable considering the fact that Harry was currently peeling her lower leg back like a fruit and pulling at her tendons like puppet strings.
"I don't have Magic!" Figg screamed, crying out for her reward to dull the agony she was feeling. "I'm a Squib!"
Frowning, the boy stood up and stepped away from the old woman's leg, pausing before going to her I.V to reward her for the response. Squib; that was a new term.
"Bonus question. What is a Squib?"
Figg sobbed in relief when the rush of the added sedative dulled the fire coming from her leg. "S-Squib's are born to magical p-parents but possess no magic. T-the opposite of what a-a Muggleborn is."
Another dose.
Muggleborn was a term Harry was aware of. It was in the books and notes left from Lily, his mother. A Muggleborn is a Witch or Wizard born to Muggle, non-magical, parents. So a Squib was a non-magical magical. An interesting concept. Unfortunately it did mean that any tests and discoveries made from Arabella Figg's body would be pointless in his intention to discover the workings of a magically enabled human.
However it did explain the curious sense that his sensory spell had identified when detecting her. She did still possess Magic. Just lacked the ability to actually use it.
Would that mean that her biology would be completely unaffected to the otherwise stagnant magic inside her? No there was already a biological advantage in the separation of visible age to actual age in the woman. She looked younger than she actually was and the leg muscle and tendons he had examined were in far better condition for a human in its early seventies.
Unfortunately for Figg this meant that Harry couldn't avoid examination into whether or not she and possibly all magical human's possessed an equivalent to the Eight Gates. If he could establish an understanding of how this woman's biology and magic were set she would be able to gain more in depth understanding when he had the chance to examine an actual wizard or witch.
The first gate in Shinobi was the Gate of Opening and located in the brain's left hemisphere. Harry administered another dose of Rapture to further dull Figg's sense to pain. He had less questions now that she had revealed the fact that she was not a functional witch. As it stood even with a single free dose Figg would not earn enough to reach euphoria and escape the pain of what was to come.
Cutting into her forehead and running the blade along her hair line before pulling at her hair and peeling the scalp away to expose the cranium of her skull. Careful application of magic through his fingers limited bloodloss to keep his work clean.
"Next question. As a Squib do you have interactions with magical communities? Or perhaps do you restrict your self entirely to the non-magical side?"
Figg was entering early stages of catatonia. She was no longer moving or attempting to flee pain. She was still crying however. "I visit Diagon Alley from time to time to sell the half-kneazle kittens from breeding. My home is connected to the Floo Network."
Another dose eased some of the tension on her face as her ability to feel him cutting away at her skull to expose her brain faded away.
"Floo Network?"
Figg explained to his satisfaction. A network of interconnected fireplaces fuelled by a powder that created green fire. Each fireplace with this catalyst allowed Magical's to travel from fireplace to fireplace near instantaneously. Travel was restricted to hearths within the Network, making it impossible to gain access to a location with a fireplace not connected to said system. That was a relief considering upstairs in the Cover House of Number 5 there was a fireplace.
With the brain exposed it was a simple matter of finding the location where the Gate of Opening should be.
Nothing.
While the gate was more a spiritual structure than any kind of physical organ or component, there was a method of locating the physical location with careful and delicate Chakra application. Transitioning to an application of magical stimuli, Harry should have received a response if the Gate was indeed present. A lack of reaction resulted in the conclusion that the Eight Gates did not exist in this build of humanity.
However there was a notable response elsewhere. Similar to the now identified Kneazle's Harry had already examined, Figg's Occipital Lope; the part of the brain that governed visual perception and recognition responded as did the part of her brain that governed auditory sensation.
So at the very least, despite her existence as a Squib, Arabella Figg was still in possession of senses enhanced by magic.
"How does one get to this, Diagon Alley?"
Her organs would be able to give him some indication of how enhanced her longevity was. Her heart, lungs and kidneys would be able to give him a proper indication of how old the woman was physically which he could compare against her chronological age. With that it would be possible for Harry to estimate her average life expectancy.
The very idea that the possession of magic boosted vitality and extended life expectancy was incredible to Harry.
Chakra was incredible and an avenue to near ultimate power in his old world but unless you were from a specific genetic line like the Senju or Uzumaki bloodlines, there was no correlation between Chakra and vitality.
But if just the presence of magic within an organism naturally extended your lifespan? Harry smiled widely and licked his lips as he laughed quietly, not even noticing the quiver from the woman on his table at the fear it induced in her.
Figg replied to his question regarding the location of Diagon Alley. Harry had seen mention of the Alley in his mother's journals as a location where she had gone to buy school supplies but with no mention of its location or context as to the surrounding areas he had been stumped. Now with Arabella's information he could feasibly make it to this place and finally experience a first hand taste of the magical world.
Another dose earned to the woman and Harry moved to her chest to carve into the flesh to gain access to her chest cavity and organs.
When he peeled back the flesh of her chest and grabbed a pair of shears where he started to cut through her ribs so he could remove the bone cage to get at her organs, Figg started to scream once more. With not enough Rapture in her system to reach euphoria the sight of what he was doing only brought the existence of the pain to the forefront of her senses.
With the final rib cut the seven year old pulled away the top of her rib cage to leave her vital organs exposed to his pleasure and interest.
Removing her kidneys would make her death inevitable considering the human body needed at least one to maintain its function. Harry wasn't all that interested in preserving her life as a future subject let alone the foolish notion of releasing her.
Carefully removing the kidneys, Harry relocated them into a sterilised tray for later examination before moving on to harvest her liver. While Wine was not as potent an alcohol as spirits and liquors, this woman did seem to drink regularly so Harry was curious to determine the extent of liver damage she had accrued and if the presence of Magic in her body had done anything to aid or hinder the liver's ability to filter the alcohol.
"Last question for you. How do you know my name?"
Interestingly enough. The one question that Harry had expected to be easily the easiest to answer seemed to earn the most interesting response. Figg attempted to refuse to answer.
Attempted to. It was truly hard to succeed in such an endeavour when your interrogator was wrist deep in your chest cavity and rooting around like, well like a kid in a toybox looking for his favorite toy.
Harry narrowed his eyes when he saw her close her eyes and tried to block him out. Reaching in between her lungs to grasp her heart, squeezing gently to return her attention to him.
"Dumbledore!" She screamed.
Her voice was starting to lose clarity. Vocal cords most likely tired from the extent of their use from her screams and crying. She was also starting to breath shallower now. Life expectancy was nearing its end now.
"Dumbledore asked me to watch over you." Figg clarified. "Asked me to keep an eye on you to make sure you were safe. To make sure the boy-who-lived grew up safe and away from magic."
Harry's eyes narrowed and a hiss escaped his mouth as the woman's eyelid fluttered as delirium set in. grabbing a scalpel he jammed it into the meat of her thigh before twisting it harshly, bringing her back to attention. "Explain!"
Figg's still unfocused eyes flicked over to him, cloudy with oncoming death. "Dumbledore asked me to. Trusted me. I'm just a Squib and he trusted me. I was useful Walter. Did you see me? I was useful."
Harry hissed once more in displeasure. The woman was too far gone at this point. With some distance he would be able to admit she had lasted longer than he had expected; being an untrained, unconditioned civilian.
With the understanding that Arabella Figg was now in her last moments, Harry took in a deep breath to calm himself before turning his attention back to her organs. He wasn't going to get answers regarding the final answer she had given to him that had served only to raise more questions. Instead he could only look to the answers he would gain from her body.
So he got to carving. Ignoring the choked, wet sobs and whimpers as he carved out her stomach, womb, lungs and finally her heart.
The Magic that Harry had been filtering out through his hands throughout the operation from when he first cut into her leg right up to when he had pulled her heart out from her chest combined with the Rapture in her system kept the woman clinging to life the entire time, the last flicker of life finally slipping when he held her quivering heart up to the light.
Once the woman had finally expired he went to work harvesting the rest of her corpse. Extracting her brain, eyes, spine and samples of bone marrow, muscle, tendons, ligaments and small parts of her nervous system. All her blood was of course drained from the body to be stored and sealed to ensure preservation. Fully magical or not, the deceased was confirmed to possess if not actual magic some level of interactivity with the power. Her blood could prove useful.
After harvesting the organs he wanted from the body, a task that took some time, Harry would have broken down the body in order to completely dispose of the body. Unfortunately one of the last things that had been said was sticking to him.
"Dumbledore asked me to watch over you."
He didn't know who this 'Dumbledore' was. But if Arabella Figg had been dispatched to Little Whinging as an agent then she either reported to a handler or her superior directly. Meaning that Harry couldn't just let her 'disappear.'
It would take some time and preparation but it was within Harry's means to erase what he had done to the body and even replace the organs that he had harvested. While he had some idea as to the level of medical skill in investigation the mundane world possessed, he could not be sure how good the magical world was. So he would need to take some time to properly prepare and rebuild the body so that the organs that he implanted into the body did not stand out as transplants. Interestingly enough her status as a Squib could actually be of benefit given that Figg had described herself as someone without magic. That meant that any magical that would examine the remains would not notice the absence of magic from Harry using the organs of an ordinary cadaver.
"I'll need a body of approximate age and health to be sure." Harry frowned in thought as he went about preserving the corpse in a secure and sealed body bag. "Further examination will be able to reveal the details and requirements."
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It did indeed take quite some time; well into the weeks, to arrange everything and collect the required materials for what he needed to do. Careful examination of stomach contents, liver, kidneys, lungs and blood work had revealed the need to collect the body of a woman no older than fifty-six who drank lightly and was a non-smoker. Easy enough to track down, for the sake of not attracting further attention Harry scouted out a target that was isolated and without close family and social connections; someone who could go for an extended period of time before their absence was noticed and of course had no connections geographically or otherwise to him in any way.
This set of limits and requirements required a few days of scouting in the areas outside of Little Whinging. It was amusing that Harry could take advantage of his own age to avoid anyone investigating a disappearance from looking toward a child like him.
Gail Wright, 54 from Crawley in West Sussex to the south of Little Winging, Surrey. Retired nurse, casual drinker and non smoker. Single, with no children or immediate family. A recluse diagnosed with social anxiety which made the woman nearly completely isolated from the outside world. Harry abducted the woman clean and made off with a travel case of clothing and essentials to provide a bare cover story of Gail having travelled abroad. The woman would ultimately become nothing more than a missing persons case in a few months time when bills and subscriptions piled up and people came looking. Ultimately it would be assumed that Gail Wright had taken a trip only to disappear.
Transplanting the organs from one body into the other was a task so simple Harry could have done it blindfolded. However doing so in a manner that concealed signs of surgery required careful magical application to stitch everything together without the use of sutures. Blood samples from Arabella helped in assimilating the transplanted organs to make them appear natural. Once he was done with Gail he simply summoned a large Burmese Python to consume the body before dismissing it back to its home in southeast Asia.
From there all Harry had to do was return the body of Mrs. Arabella Figg, the corpses of a number of stray cats equal to the number he had taken. He placed the body in a chair in the living room of her home next to a half empty glass of wine with an open bottle on the coffee table. The kitchen was equipped with a gas lit stove. Harry simply left the gas on after lighting a fire in the living room fireplace. An hour after returning home and the fire brigade was racing toward the inferno that was consuming the home of Mrs. Figg.
Officials would put out the fire only to find the burned bodies of a woman in her fifties as well as the bodies her many cats. The unfortunate death would be considered the tragic accident of a woman who had fallen asleep in front of her fireplace only to die in a house fire when one of her cats bumped the gas on in the kitchen.
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