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Flashback.
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Harry had often asked himself how he would react if he ever saw his parents after they'd abandoned him as a child. Now he had revealed their survival to the whole magical world for all to see their shame and disgrace they had abandoned him, they looked pathetic as they stood in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic.
"Mrs Potter, are you aware of the abuse your son suffered as a child, or do you just not care?"
"Did you catch any Death Eaters as was claimed?"
Harry paid closer attention to that one, guessing the answer was a resounding no.
Lily and Janes cringed back, looking more pathetic than ever.
Albus Dumbledore quickly stepped forward, waving the questions down so he could be heard. "Please! PLEASE!" The noise died down, making the old wizard nod in satisfaction. "Thank you. The Potters survived, but I knew if they continued to be seen in public, their family would be in greater danger, and there was also something wrong with their son," he finished slyly.
Everyone chattered quietly, wondering what Dumbledore was going to say, but Harry and his so-called parents knew only too well what the old man was talking about.
"Albus, what are you doing?" Lily hissed.
"Are you trying to get him killed?" James added.
One of the reporters with sharper hearing heard them talking and snapped out, "What do you mean by all of that? Do you want your son to be killed?" She asked.
"No!" Lily shrieked.
"Of course not, but he is dangerous!" James snapped, making his wife hit him hard.
Harry turned to the goblins waiting with him, and they approached. Their presence stunned the entire hall, but they climbed the podium, using their magic to push aside the wizards there.
"I say, what is happening?" Fudge blustered, but he wasn't the only one.
The goblins ignored him. One of them projected a medical report on Harry James Potter, showing the truth. "Young Mr Potter had a piece of the Dark Lord's soul and essence trapped in his scar, which was actually a runic mark imprinted there before the attack in 1981," the goblin said. "Here, you see we have removed the piece, which any competent healer specialising in soul magic could have done, instead of an amateur, incompetent fool with delusions of grandeur."
Harry snickered quietly while the entire atrium stood in shock. Lily's face was a pale, chalky white, while James looked green with nausea as the full truth of the matter settled in his head. It was clear the pair of them had just begun to realise the scale of their mistakes, but it was far too late for them to make up for their mistakes and be gullible.
At the same time, he really did have to stifle his giggles when he saw for himself how sick Dumbledore looked as his plans had been shot to hell. Harry honestly had no idea what the old wizard truly had in mind this time, but he wasn't going to waste time thinking about it.
"I also have a letter from Mr Potter here," another goblin declared, as he held it up. "It has been authenticated, so don't bother saying its a forgery. 'To the Magical World, I discovered my parents are still alive and cowards. I am not their son, and I've actually disowned them both from the Potter family, and truthfully I'm tempted to disown myself as well, and start somewhere else, preferably where I won't be bothered, especially by them.
'You are not my family, and I'm going to start a new life without you and somewhere else. But then again we were never family, were we? I have given the goblins some memories to show the whole world what kind of people you are, and the types of filthy muggles I was forced to live with. Maybe you can learn something from it, but then again I'm not holding my breath. To the Potters and the magical world at large, Good Riddance. Harry Potter.'"
Outcry.
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Flashback ends.
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In the end, Nala left behind the magical world like Harry Potter the moment she went through the essence transfer ritual. For a while at Hogwarts, she had experimented with female appearances and actually came to like it, and found becoming a girl more appealing than being a boy.
Ultimately, she had chosen Africa as her new home; the continent had a massive collection of magical traditions and histories, their Ministry or a collection of them were actually better than Britain's, and they had a track record of producing highly educated witches and wizards thanks to their school, Uagadou.
Africa was said to be the birthplace of magic worldwide. It was here, that wizards and muggles travelled around with the muggles leaving only a few myths, legends and long forgotten secrets while wizards documented fierce battles as sorcerers, relying on their own ingenuity, mastered arcane magical arts, such as necromancy, soul magic, runes, dark arts, rituals without anyone really bothering to tell them how to make some of those things possible while druid-like people's studied arts like alchemy, which led to a web of understanding into the science of charms, transfiguration, and potions, which then expanded more and more until animagus transformations became commonplace.
Uagadou was one of those magical schools which had withstood the test of time, such as Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Castelobruxo. Oh sure, in Africa, many magical schools had risen and prospered…for a short while, but Uagadou had truly reigned supreme. One of the reasons why she was fascinated by the school was how it taught wandless magic. Nala remembered only too well how the Dursleys had abused, and victimised her. She had no intention of going through the same thing.
It had been a close thing, too. She had been tempted by Brazil and MACUSA, but Africa won. She had spent years in a magical orphanage before she was raised as the daughter of a family, and she attended Uagadou before she went on and became a highly renowned healer before she had gotten pregnant.
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Two years after giving birth…
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Like Harry Potter, she had longed for a family until she realised it was never going to happen, so she gave up all hope. When she discovered that her parents had abandoned her, Nala lost even more hope. It wasn't until she had actually been adopted although she knew it was primarily because it was a magical duty, she had reignited her hopes with the desire to have children she could raise.
Well, now she had given birth to a healthy baby girl she had named Anika, she was ready to have more children. As she lay on her back, her legs spreading eagerly as a man she had been dating, one with an enormous cock, Nala smiled in anticipation…