A.N
Took a bit, but I've done it.
I originally planned on this chapter being released on the anniversary of our hero's birth, July 31st, but that plan fell apart. Badly.
My little sister's in town, and she's been consuming my time by a huge amount, along with my work.
The wait was insane, but it's midnight and apparently the witching hour is good for wizardry.
Enjoy.
-O
(I don't own Harry Potter, Death Note, or anything you recognize)
(Oblivated Memory, #6)
"Hello there… Kira.
You probably know my name by now, or at least the letter, as you triggered several digital flags regarding classified information.
No, no… don't even say a word, you've already given me so many clues on how to find you, I don't need your voice as well.
Since you were researching what happened, I can only assume you don't know the original Kira, or anything regarding him or I, but I must applaud you on doing your homework.
However, I'm disappointed that you used a cellphone, one of the easiest to track and hack devices. I had access to the phone within seconds after you searched for Kira on the Internet.
You're quite daft in that regard, a let down. A disappointment.
All of those sites you stumbled upon were created by myself, as I created a system to catch anyone attempting to dig up what happened back then.
The past needs to stay buried… I promised as much.
Now, I understand your first instinct is to destroy your cell phone, and while that is a smart move, I ask you not to.
As I now control your phone, I've created a failsafe program that will create a ping signal revealing your location in the event of it being destroyed.
While I could easily track you down, right now, I don't want to. That would be too easy, and not even fun in the slightest.
I want to stop you Kira, not by gunpoint or by systematic destruction. I just want you to stop, to go back to your normal life, and we both know how to do that.
I know now that you aren't likely to get rid of it on your own, so I'll just make you.
I'll be keeping in touch, as I could really use a penpal… Dealing with all of these detectives and government officials does get a touch boring.
Answer my calls, and get a decent voice modifier, I'd like to speak with you…
Goodbye for now… wannabe Kira."
My head is still a bit… fuzzy.
After thinking on it for a while, and with the assistance of my mental counterpart, I was able to fight through the haze that had settled within my mind.
I had worked along from where I had 'left off' before having my mind wiped, and had began to pick up the pieces that had fallen off when I lost myself.
My 'friends' in Ravenclaw of course were all for helping me resettle myself, and I quickly caught back up academically to where I had been before.
But, that wasn't my concern. Grades came easy, answers didn't.
I had my suspect of course, but I didn't have time to solve the case of my demented mind, or ponder over the memories that were coming back to me.
A little girl was missing.
The Great Hall, Hogwarts
(October 27th, 2022)
Dumbledore had a saddened look on his face when Harry and his peers were escorted to the Great Hall for dinner that night, the thunder storming raging outside and on the ceiling didn't do much to improve the depressing mood in the hall.
After all of the students were filed in, and seated at their respective tables, Dumbledore stood to address them, his eyes holding not a single twinkle.
With a cough, he began.
"A moment please, before we began dinner, I must share some… sad news." Dumbledore stated in a grim manner, as his eyes swept across all of those seated within the hall, almost as if he were seeing something different than a mass of students.
"It appears that young Miss Sally-Anne Perks has disappeared from the castle, and no one has any ideas of her whereabouts-" Dumbledore said only to be interrupted by the sudden muttering, whispers, and occasional shrieks from the news. Only once the news subsided, and the students ceased their frightful squibbles, did he continue.
"This is just as horrible as you imagine, but the staff and myself are determined to locate Miss Perks, even if the DMLA has to be involved…" Dumbledore grated out, the words obviously hurting the man who so often liked to believe he could handle everything on his own.
The past few years had pointed out the biggest flaw in that logic, no matter his strength or grandiose, he was only human.
"Now, I know this is terrible news, and don't think for a second it doesn't affect the staff as well, as all of us feel her absence, and will be taking every measure to find Miss Perks, as soon as possible." Dumbledore stated to the great hall, his grim yet hopeful tone gave many hope on that morning, of which was lacking so far in the year.
"Despite that sad acknowledgement, I believe it's time for dinner. Tuck in…" Dumbledore spoke in a near mutter, as he fell to his seat and began thinking over yet another disaster in his school, and his self esteem began to falling by mountains, instead of droplets.
Not many students noticed, aside from the usual, but a pair of pale, sad blue eyes often trailed after one's, much more malice filled ones.
Answers were to be had, and would be found.
"At this rate, one would you were trying to hurt me Alby…" The tall blonde man snarked out at his aggressor, his perfect smile shattered by several broken teeth and a growing puddle of blood.
His opponent on the other hand, was a glowing, furious Albus Dumbledore, his anger and raw magic swirling around him like a layer of skin comprised of razor blades, all rotating at the several miles and hour.
At the shoddy arrogance, the normally grandfatherly man almost blasted his fist into the handsome bastard's face, damaging his looks but not his ego.
"You know Albus, if you wanted answers, we could have- discussed this over tea, rather than- here." Gilderoy Lockhart bartered, his wide grin flashing yet growing more scarlet with each strike, his opponent and employer only more harsh.
Rather than speak, words almost seemed to explode out from nothing, as Dumbledore's burning blue eyes stared into Lockhart's very soul.
WHERE IS SHE?
"That, is the issue, but you see Albus… I have no fucking clue." Lockhart said simply before breaking into raging laughter, as he considered the irony. "You hired me to expose me, yet I've done nothing wrong! Nothing you can prove anyway… Yet, you thought you brought a monster into a trap… but you've been watching the wrong monster."
Lockhart wanted to continue, but found he had to empty his mouth from the pouring life blood that fled from his, and took a moment to let the blood flow onto Dumbledore's precious carpeting. Blood did fit so well with vibrant gold, Dumbledore was a Gryffindor after all.
"You see… you failed Dumblewhore, you spent all your time trying to expose me, when you should have paid more attention to the children… Evil doesn't come from bones, it comes from the womb." Lockhart bragged with a grin, before the smile began to fall from his face slowly but surely.
If possible, Dumbledore's eyes began shake, his entire body beginning to distort in inhumane ways before a bony hand grabbed a hold of Lockhart's skull.
YOU THINK YOU OWN THE MIND GILDEROY
YOU ARE EVIL
I JUDGE YOU GUILTY, YOUR PRISON YOUR OWN
Before Lockhart could even think or beg, pain begin to seep straight from Dumbledore's fingertips, burning their way straight through Lockhart's skull and brain, before reaching his mind.
In less than a minute, all that Gilderoy Lockhart had ever known or was, had been stripped away from him, an empty void left in it's place.
No memories, no knowledge, no feelings, only a single thing remained.
A terrible phobia of Albus Dumbledore, and the lesson to never mess with him.
(October 29th, 2022)
It's a student, that is certain of.
That clear deduction came to Harry in quick timing, as he found his memories and more coming back to him swiftly, his mind in a better place than frankly ever.
And he had something to focus on, a good old mystery, a golden chance to be a detective.
Ironic since he was hiding from one, by pretending to be one.
He knew this much however, an analysis formed.
*Missing: Sally Anne-Perks, Second Year Gryffindor, female.
*Foul play is obviously active, though the suspect is unclear.
*Initial suspect was Gilderoy Lockhart, especially after his forced obliviation of my mind, however… that doesn't seem to be it.
*Lockhart wasn't the guilty party, evident by the fact that Dumbledore had gotten to the man before him, and judging by Dumbledore's pissed look when explaining Lockhart's disappearance, no select answer has been found.
*Perks is still in Hogwarts, that much is sure, Dumbledore has given no suggestion she may be outside the castle, so I must assume she remains in the walls.
*A location is hidden here, and if I find said location, logic dictates she will be there.
*Final conclusion: Perks is within reach, most likely alive, yet hidden from sight. A likely chance is Voldemort is behind this, and that what ever plan of this it is, this it means I'm the intended participant, and that means I CAN do this. Time, however, is of the essence.
With that, Harry stood from the dark corner of the library, before walking into Hogwarts' many corridors, a pair of eyes tracking his movements, though unseen.
Eyes tinted red with the blood of innocents.
(45 hours later)
Another bombarda hit his shoulder, as Harry Potter raced through the dungeons after the witch, that damn book clasped in one hand, her wand in the other. An effective wand going by his shattered shoulder, and the fact that his left eye was now a shivered up black clump of ash, his glasses long since lost.
Managing a dreadful shoulder, blood leaking from shattered ribs, and only one eye, Harry ran at full speed at the girl, his eyes locked on the other black book.
"Give it up!" Harry screamed himself raw, as he shot another slicing hex at her legs, missing his mark once again as the girl dodged in an almost superhuman manner; her speed impossible.
He was losing her, and he knew it, but DAMN IF HE DIDN'T TAKE ONE OF HER EYES!
Putting on speed, and dodging her organ pulverizing curses, Harry lept through the air at her, hoping for a tackle to stop her there and now.
What happened however, was a stunner came out of nowhere and slammed into his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks, as the dark witch sped out of sight.
Gritting his teeth to hold back fiery rage, Harry looked to his sudden assailant and laid eyes on a man- no, boy, his height dressed in blood red robes, a fanged mask obscuring his face.
The figure stepped closer to him, and looked Harry in his one eye, and said a single sentence.
"This isn't your fight, don't make it yours."
With that, the boy ran after the witch, leaving Harry bleeding, battered, almost blind and stunned in the dark dungeons.
Struggling against the spell, every muscle in his body vibrating and fighting against the stillness within his body, as his will burned with the desire to stand and chase the two, to be INVOLVED.
But he couldn't, he was weak and had been cast aside like an unneeded tool.
Harry was lost once more, but he'd find his way again.
Because before, he was confused and angry.
Now, he was furious, and would show then the measure of a Potter.
(24 hours earlier)
"Mr. Potter, could you tell demonstrate the Engorgement Charm?" Flitwick asked him, as Harry's eyes began to flicker, as a chilled feeling began to grow in his stomach.
Giving a nod, Harry's wand swept to the size of the room, and came to focus on Weasley's disgusting rat, which was scouring the floor for scraps.
Before anyone could react, with a mutter, 'Scabbers' grew to the size of a hippogriff, before panicking and slamming face first into the nearby wall.
While Weasley screamed bloody murder, Harry simply looked back at his professor for approval.
Despite the hostility, the boy having done what was requested, Flitwick hid a shrug and checked the Outstanding on Potter's paper.
Let it be said Potter answered his questions to the letter, albeit violently.
Though the boy was starting to look a bit too… Mad Eye for his liking, but Fillius digressed.
The boy belonged in Ravenclaw, just as Alastor did.
Did you enjoy this?
Yeah, it's been a while folks, and it's short.
Crucio me if you want, but I've been a bit busy.
Honestly sorry about that, I've got a thousand reasons/excuses, but I'm honestly just walking towards Halloween and the Chamber. Yeah, short sections with jumps, I do that often, as many people don't really bring up, there's a LOT of empty time in the books, where the story just skips, because nothing really interesting happens in between the major events.
Unlike Rowling, I'm not having the super dangerous battle happen a week or so after Valentine's Day… Like, what the hell Jo? I know love is deadly and all, but what?
Rant aside, how are you all?
How's your lives been so far? Tell me if this sucks, I CAN TAKE IT.
What'd you think?
-Oscar