July 1st 1886 Dumbledore was born
December 31st 1926 Tom Riddle was born
July 31st 2000 Violet Lilian Potter was born.
October 5th 2000
Lily Potter is literally nursing Violet as she finishes her Double Mastery in Runes & Arithmancy and comes home to find out from James that her and Alice Longbottom's children are two potential targets from Riddle because of a prophecy one of his death eaters overheard.
October 31st 2000
Lily finds out Riddle has something called a Phylactery to make him immortal so she hatched a dastardly plan to beat him to the punch.
October 31st 2001 James and Lily Potter die fighting Voldemort. Lily Potter's willing sacrifice triggered her Phylactery ritual and her entire soul, split in two, is used to both shield Violet from Voldemort's death curse and her surviving half a soul keeps Voldemort's soul shard from harming or affecting Violet.
September 1st 2011-March 30th 2012
Violet attends her first year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She befriended a jealous and stubborn redheaded bully by the name of Ronald Weasel and a VERY autistic nerdy brown bushy-haired girl by the name of Hermione Granger. Violet rescued Hermione from a troll and outsmarted Voldemort and Quirrell. Ron tagged along too and bragged and exaggerated enormously about his part in it.
September 1st 2012-March 30th 2013
Violet's second year at school started off with her being ostracized for being bilingual and ended with her rescued from the jaws of death by a Phoenix after she slayed a Giant 60 ft long Über-predator called a Basilisk.
September 1st 2013, Hogwarts Express
The day of September 1st starts off quite well… Considering the previous night she found out that a mass murderer, one of Voldemort's top lieutenants, escaped the previously inescapable prison of Azkaban for the sole purpose of killing her. That kind of thing makes you really appreciate the peace & quiet you get in life.
So waking up anywhere but Privet Dr feels pretty bloody fantastic especially considering she's returning to Hogwarts, the one place Violet Potter sees as home. The only downsides so far had been the short chat with Arthur Weasel where the man had been insistent on Violet NOT looking for the mass murderer. Why anyone would do something like that is beyond her. Then hours later a luckily short chat with Draco Malfoy means she can hang out with her friends in peace... Then it all goes to hell when the train makes an unexpected stop and Professor Lupin, who had been asleep in the compartment since before Violet and her friends got there, wakes up and hurries off to speak with the driver. Less than a minute later: the lights go out, the air begins to freeze in their chests, and all traces of happiness evaporate from their bodies as several cloaked beings board the train.
In short order, the mysterious cloaked creatures reach their compartment at the end of the train. They creep just outside their compartment doors for a moment before the horrific cloaked creatures enter through the door without needing to open it, permeating the small room with an aura of death. Immediately one of the deathly cloaked horrors leans over Violet who's frozen stiff in horror. The last thing she sees as her vision slips into the darkness of unconsciousness is the silvery blue-tinted stream of magic or light that connects from her mouth to what lay under the ragged hood.
Until a Dementor decided to pull on the one thing holding that magic together – a sliver of the Dark Lord's soul acting like a wretched broken key to her lock keeping that awful soul magic away from her baby girl.
When Voldemort's soul disappears, the remaining magic preserved by Lily's final act is released. In this well of preserved tangled magic possessed by Lily Potter & Voldemort, and the absorbed well of family magic from the Dark Lord's Ritually altered Dark Mark, as well as Lily's lifetime of memories and Phylactery are three integral concepts and purposes. Empower the 'Blood', Protect the 'Family', and Protect my 'Daughter'. Blood, Daughter, & Family… let it be known that to many future witches, wizards, warlocks, sorcerers, sorceresses, druids, necromancers, and magic users of every stripe with half a brain; Magic itself is sentient to a degree. The truth is Magic has a fragile nearly animal-like instinct. A psychic or mere mental nudge in the way you want it to go and it goes without hesitation. With the loss of Voldemort's soul fragment, all that magic had three strong nudges that were similar enough to merge into one single direction: Protect and Empower the Blood of Violet Potter, Family of Tom Marvolo Riddle and Daughter of Lily Potter. As the dam of power erupts, it knocks Violet out and each and every family talent & magical trait that Voldemort had been so obsessed with begins unlocking within her. The awakening magic digs further and further into her genes as it progresses through her ancestry. Consequently this eruption of power knocks out three train cars full of students including Violet's friends.
Changes upon changes occur in her body and magic, both strengthening her and ripping her apart with indescribable strain. Visibly however, the only changes seen are in her wide open eyes for a few short seconds before they close. Veins bulge around her left eye as her emerald iris washes into a milky white color with the pupil fading away the same way. Tears of blood pour from her right eye as her iris inverts, becoming crimson before one, two, three black tomoe appear around her pupil and begin spinning. As her right eye changes again, ripples erupt from the pupil and spread over the entire eyeball coloring the sclera and iris light purple with black concentric rings in a ripple-like pattern around the pupil.
The instant her right eye changes from red to purple, the silvery-blue flow between Violet and the Dementor's mouth inverts and flows back into Violet's body while pulling the end of the silvery flow touching within the endless abyss one could call its stomach. Within seconds Violet drains the Dementor dry of power causing it to crumble into motes of black light that fade into nothing, causing its companion to flee… though the Patronus running towards it down the corridor probably helped. By the time the silvery Patronus reaches the compartment, Violet's eyes close, but not before going through one final change. The previously milky white left eye sprouts a blue pupil surrounded by a blue and white flower-like luminescent iris, while the right eye gains three tomoe on each of the three innermost rings closest to the pupil that're turning rosy pink while the outer non-tomoe ring layers darken across the sclera from neon pink to a crimson red outermost layer. Both eyes glow ominously before she passes out.
Timeskip – September 2nd, 2013–
Hogwarts Hospital Wing. Albus Dumbledore never thought he could both thank and curse the heavens at the same time. That changed when a desperate Remus Lupin ran up to him carrying Violet Potter's unconscious body. A Horcrux-free Violet Potter that's dying due to an unusual reaction to a Dementor. The following 24 hours are spent trying to keep the girl alive by healing her heavily damaged body and constantly feeding her magic from half a dozen staff members because the first and gravest thing Madam Pomfrey detected was that the girl was suffering from extreme magical exhaustion.
It's truly an iconic example of Potter Luck that she's diagnosed with extreme magical exhaustion when she's suffering from extreme magical overload. The very opposite condition, considering that it hasn't occurred in thousands of years, no one could blame the school nurse for her more modern medical spell she's using that misdiagnoses Violet with the condition closest to what the Wizarding World is familiar with. That said, Violet Potter is dying and not even Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix companion, constantly singing its purifying song and occasionally crying a few tears into her half-open mouth was enough to save her for more than a few minutes. They were making progress though, and more importantly, Dumbledore is making a choice.
Albus Dumbledore knew he had immense power & magical knowledge. He had chosen to refrain from using both to their full extent of his power before he managed to defeat his former friend Gellert Grindelwald in their now famous duel. One of the reasons was that he did not trust himself with that power, a conclusion reached with the death of his little sister Ariana. Another reason was that he sought to walk the path of the Light, and a rather large chunk of the most potent and powerful magic he could call on was distinctly dark. One such magic was related to the nature of the Philosopher's Stone. During his apprenticeship under Nicholas Flamel, a rather incredible secret imparted onto him is that the Philosopher's Stone was NOT in fact responsible for the apparent immortality of the famous alchemist and his wife. The truth is Nicolas manipulated the publicly known 'Truth' to associate the Elixir of Life to the Philosopher's Stone that Nicholas created. As it turned out, the Panacea, the Elixir of Immortality, has existed since ancient times. Even since the time of King Gilgamesh of Uruk, the oldest recorded legend, the miracle drug was featured in his quest. It surfaced time and time again throughout history, with the occasional immortal making themself known before eventually disappearing. Many of the gods of legend were in fact immortal magic users hat consumed the Panacea. The Ambrosia and Golden Apples of Greek mythology, the Amrita and Soma of Hindu culture, the Peaches of Immortality in Chinese legends, the Golden Apples of Norse mythology, the Fountain of Youth of that French colonizers searched the ends of the Earth for and even King Arthur's Holy Grail were all just different paths to the same form of immortality.
However, as it turned out, the kind of immortality the Elixir granted was one from the passing of time and from poisons and diseases. It did not make them unkillable, something most immortals found out the hard and painful way, right before they expired. And it was with this realization that Flamel had created the Philosopher's Stone, nicknamed the Cinnabar Panacea due to its similar appearance to the red mineral. Panacea stopped aging and granted immunity to disease and poison as it ascended the body to a form of perfect health. A byproduct of creating the Cinnabar Panacea is a substance that looks the same, but is actually a poison that can actually bypass the immunity granted by the Panacea by accelerating the cell division and essentially healing them to death.
It had taken Flamel many forbidden experiments to figure things out regarding his creation, but in the end he concluded that while the Panacea ensured that there due to cell division, bypassing the law of diminishing returns, the Stone's Elixir did the opposite, overcharging the cellular damage to the point of aging the victim to seconds. That, however, was merely the brut elixir that resulted from using the Stone as a catalyst when transmuting water. A complex alchemic process later resulted in two Elixirs derived from the one the Stone provided. The first is the Elixir of Youth, which regresses the body to a younger age proportional to how much of it had been consumed. The second derived alchemical potion is the Elixir of Life, which healed any and all wounds, diseases, poisons… it was strong enough to even restore an unbound wraith to physical form. It was with this knowledge that Flamel had been reluctant to give Dumbledore the Stone to use as bait for Voldemort's wraith… or rather, A Stone. After all, it could be used once, for one dose of brute elixir. While not exactly easy, it had become a routine for Flamel to create the Philosopher's Stone time and time again, whether because he needed one of its Elixirs or because he was experimenting to possibly improve it. It was during those series of experiments that the ability to transmute metals into gold was added to the Stone.
So the worst thing that could happen would be Voldemort being revived which did not concern the Flamels in the least – as powerful and knowledgeable Voldemort is, they are simply beyond him by leaps and bounds. They've both forgotten more magic than Voldemort had ever considered it existed.
Best case scenario, Voldemort got the Stone and the brute Elixir kills him for good which is something Dumbledore was counting on. Then young Violet Potter got into the mess, Voldemort fled without even touching the Stone and the Hogwarts Headmaster had to call on his old Alchemy Master for help in creating the Elixir of Life out of the Stone to save the girl's life from the damage that had nearly burned her from within just as it had did to Quirrell's exterior. Now, the old Wizard had to make a choice – should he step into the Taboo and save the girl once more? He knew the formula for the true Panacea, he knew what had to be done to procure it's ingredients, and it was rather easily given to him by his Master in the arts of Alchemy – but then again, by the time he was studying under Flamel, he no longer sought power, he no longer desired the Deathly Hallows, and it was for that reason that Flamel had told him – Dumbledore wanted to eventually die and see again, so he would never allow the Panacea to reach his lips if he could do anything to avoid it. But use it for another… that was not something neither Albus Dumbledore nor the Flamels had considered when Albus had been brought aboard on the secret.
However, now his student is dying before his eyes, the old man is tempted… as he saw no other solution. The Flamels could not help him – they had gone in hiding for a few decades with the full confidence that Dumbledore would have passed away by then, so they had no reason to keep contact. So no Elixir of Life made by the Stone for Violet again. Phoenix tears were not enough. That only left the Panacea… "But should I?" Dumbledore thought grimly.
"On one hand, the girl is prophesied to be the one to vanquish Tom. On the other hand, damning her to immortality at such an age, She is not even conscious to get a choice even if Dumbledore believed for a moment that a 13 year old girl had the intelligence to make such a decision… she may even be stuck in her thirteen-year-old form for eternity! Nicholas never told me anything straightforward about the nature of his aging after he consumed the Panacea. He had gotten in the habit of using the Stone's Elixir of Youth to de-age himself into a young man when he felt like he was in a young mood, typically after he'd picked up a new hobby or interest. Dumbledore taught himself a more advanced mind magic trick that allows a person to voluntarily commit parts of their memory to be recorded like a sharingan just so he could commit every word he'd gotten from Flamel to memory…"
Eventually, as he watches the girl he had once again failed to protect due to his unwillingness to force the issue with the Minister in keeping the Dementors away from the students, the decision is made.
Taking Fawkes with him, he swiftly travels into the depths of the Forbidden Forest and kills the first Unicorn he found, and after a few dark spells to harvest its silvery blood, he deposits it all into a crystal container he just transfigured. Then after burning away the corpse with FiendFyre – both to destroy the evidence of his crime and to significantly diminish the curse within the blood – he whispers a destination to a sad looking Fawkes and they disappear in a burst of flames… only to reappear in a dragon reserve in Norway. Two minutes and a dead dragon later, he returns to his office with another crystal container, magically enlarged on the inside to hold all the dragon's blood. "Fawkes, my old friend, you know what I am about to ask of you." Dumbledore said sadly as he hurried into his quarters, particularly the room he had arranged to act as an alchemy lab.
A few sounds that conveyed understanding and forgiveness were the answer and less than a minute later a newborn chick was watching from a mold of ashes as his companion alchemically mixes the blood of three immensely powerful magical creatures into the legendary Panacea. Less than an hour after that he left with his legendary miracle. Albus Dumbledore pulls out a Time Turner from among his magical trinkets and spins back an hour before returning to the Hogwarts Hospital Wing and summarily kicked everyone else out, going as far as stunning Madam Pomfrey, before feeding the white ethereally glowing pure Elixir of Immortality directly from the legendary Panacea to the near dead Violet Potter.
Within the mind of Violet Potter – minutes before the Panacea is administered
Violet Potter is surrounded by a maelstrom of colors and sounds, sinking deeper and deeper into her being, ever since she passed out. They were memories. They were souls. They were magic. They were becoming hers. Then, suddenly she assimilates the vast majority of it and allows her to sort of regain a sense of consciousness inside her mind like a dream. There's still a steady rainbow stream of colorful magic flowing into her, but those particular 'flavors' of magic are already assimilated so it's easy to ignore. This allows her to finally see where she is. She's lying down in a world of darkness; the only source of light being the silvery glowing not water not deep enough to make her presumably float. Its lack of wetness leads her to believe she probably couldn't drown in it either.
"It appears she has awakened." An entirely unfamiliar male voice speaks, startling Violet into a sitting position. After the countless sets of memories she assimilated, not recognizing the voice is more than a little surprising.
"Have no fear, child, we mean you no harm." Another male voice speaks.
"Really?" a younger somewhat ethereal, female voice sounded with dry amusement. "So you have no big plans for this one? No great destiny like the others you and your children have transmigrated in? I find that hard to believe."
"Regardless of what you may think mother, we only had the best intentions for our descendents." The first male voice said in a tired tone.
"I believe there is a saying about that in current times… about the road to hell being paved with good intentions." The woman scoffed.
No longer willing to just listen, Violet gets to her feet and turns to meet the three… horned people?
"Yes, we do have horns." The woman rolls all three of her eyes, the pair of milky white ones and the ringed crimson one in her forehead.
"Who are you?" Violet asks warily. "And where are we?"
"We are in your mind, your inner world." The first old man speaks and Violet inspects him. He has reddish gray hair and is wearing white robes with black commas scattered across it. A Shakujo staff is floating horizontally before him… just as the old man himself is floating in his sitting position with his legs crossed with nine impossibly black orbs rotating under him. Nevertheless what drew Violet's attention the most are his purple eyeballs possessing black ripple patterns. That and his two horns jutting out of his forehead with a crimson ringed tattoo centered on that forehead.
"As for what we are… we are your ancestors." The second man speaks. He is very similar in appearance to the first old man, they are most likely closely related, siblings, with pure white hair and identical robes, staff and black orbs. His eyes, however, have blue pupils surrounded by blue and white flower-like irises. His horns are larger and sharper but he lacks the crimson forehead tattoo.
"Very distant ancestors." The woman provides.
Violet can't help but stare, as she is beautiful beyond anything she has ever seen. She has very delicate facial features with extremely long, sweeping white hair that touches the ground even as she floats a couple feet above it. Most noticeable are her two brown horns sticking from her head, reminding Violet of rabbit ears. Her three eyes, something Violet noticed from the start, are two milky white ones plus a third eye on the center of her forehead with vertically parted eyelids. Her eyebrows are cut very short – a symbol of nobility if Violet remembered correctly, and she's wearing a dark shade of lipstick on her lips and a dark shade of nail polish on her long fingernails. She's wearing a traditional high-collared dress robe adorned with intricate lines of gold and purple commas running down the center and edges. She has ethereal looking pale skin that shines silver in the lighting given by the not-water covering the floor.
"M-My ancestors?" Violet repeats, looking away from the beautiful woman, although her eyes frequently glanced back.
"Yes. I am Hagoromo Otsutsuki, and this is my brother Hamura." The first old man introduced.
"And I am their mother. I am known as Kaguya." The woman spoke.
"Okay… I'm Violet Potter." The girl introduced herself. "Now tell me, what the hell are you three doing in my mind?"
"I will admit… it is an unusual occurrence." Hagoromo rubs his beard thoughtfully. "You were born as our reincarnation. True, you inherited our blood, but it was unlikely that our Bloodline Limits would ever awaken in you, never mind our Chakra."
"Bloodline Limits? Chakra?" Violet repeats the unfamiliar terms.
"Bloodline Limits are abilities passed down through blood… like the Serpent Tongue you can use." Hamura provided.
"Like Parseltongue, huh?" Violet muses to herself.
"As for Chakra… well, you may think of it as a more potent form of magic power, though your magic is somewhat lacking in physical energy and is mostly spiritual." Kaguya adds.
"I see… but you haven't answered my question." Violet narrows her eyes.
"I believe…" Hamura began, only to be interrupted by Kaguya.
"To put it simply, when your mother died, she left part of her soul and magic in you to protect you. When Tom Riddle's body was destroyed, a bit of his soul and all his magic latched onto you but was contained and sealed away by your mother's magic as it recognized Riddle's soul."
"Yeah… Dumbledore said Voldemort left some of his powers in me… but he didn't think Voldemort left all of it…" Violet thinks to herself as he rummages through memories that were not her own but Voldemort and Dumbledore's.
"Yes. When the Dementor tried to take your soul on the train, it took Voldemort's soul fragment instead, allowing both his magic and your mother's to merge with your own." Kaguya continues. "Essentially it supercharged your magic to be significantly stronger as well as awakened many Bloodline Limits you have in your ancestry. The awakening of the Rinnegan, the Samsara Eye, that you inherited from Hagoromo allowed you to drain the magic and souls from the Dementor that attacked you, increasing your power further. This development evolved your Rinnegan into my Rinne-Sharingan, the Samsara Copy Wheel Eye, and Hamura's Byakugan, the White Eye, into his Tenseigan, the Reincarnation Eye.
"These memories I have… where did they come from?" Violet asks in wonder as she continues browsing through them."
"While the Rinnegan allows you to read the souls you touch, my Rinne-Sharingan allows you to also read the Chakra or magic you absorb. A person's magic carries their entire lifetime of memories." Kaguya says rather smugly.
"Wait… why do I have Dumbledore's memories then?" Violet frowns. "I understand Mom and Voldemort's, and even those fragmented memories are probably from the souls the Dementor ate… but why do I have the magic of half of the Hogwarts staff in me?"
"That's because you are dying, child." Hagoromo said gravely. "Your body simply cannot handle containing so much magic at once."
"Unfortunately though, those fools are doing more harm than good." Kaguya sneered. "Rather than trying to drain magic out of you, they worsen your condition by adding their own."
"Perhaps it is better this way." Hagoromo sighs. "Power like yours would create ripples in the current world. It would only lead to conflict."
"So I should just die?" Violet narrows her eyes.
"One girl's life, against the lives of countless others that may die in conflict." Hamura shakes his head. "There is no comparison."
"For the Greater Good, eh?" Violet glares at Hamura, the memories Dumbledore had tied to those particular words coming to the forefront of her mind.
"Self-Sacrifice is what the Ninja Sect that they founded is based on." Kaguya scoffs. "That is what they considered ideal Shinobi."
Violet hears Hamura's taunting response "And it was those Shinobi that followed in our footsteps and sealed you the second time mother. Have you forgotten already?"
"Yes, and it took four of them to do it while the first time you two were enough." Kaguya narrows her eyes, a smirk appearing on her dark red lips.
"I do wonder, had I been freed again, would it take eight Shinobi to seal me again, or more? No matter." she says, shaking her head.
"The truth is that after my second sealing, the Ninja Sect decayed and disappeared within centuries, unlike the first time around when it bloomed. Humans had become weaker and weaker until the few that held any powers were barely more powerful than those without."
"Witches and Wizards compared to Mundane people, you mean." Violet exclaims.
"Indeed. Unlike what your history books say today, that Merlin fellow was not some god among wizards. No, he was quite average. What made him special is that he brought wand-lore into the British Isles. With wands, British wizards no longer had to resort to long and incomplete rituals to accomplish anything worth some focus and voila, they could sling spells like archers shot arrows. And despite all that, they still had to resort to the Statute of Secrecy to survive."
Violet nods in understanding. "Were ninjas really that amazing?"
"Most Chunin, the average middle-rank ninja, would've been on par with Albus Dumbledore in his prime." Kaguya shrugs.
"What about me? The power I have right now?" Violet inquires.
"Hmm… If you were to survive this magical overload and manage to keep your magical core intact. Then if you were to train even half as much as half as much as a decent shinobi and with their actual training… and your body adapted to it…" Kaguya muses as she extends her senses.
"Somewhat like an untrained low level ninja with high level reserves and decent physique. As much power as you may have, you don't know any ninjutsu or spells to use that require truly large amounts of power, plus you don't know how to properly use all that magic nor do you have the training to utilize your physical strength and speed. A glass cannon for your age, as Mundane kids would say, with a naturally athletic physique instead of just skinny like you used to be…" she pauses and all four of them realize the cause. The silvery water beneath them turns pure white, illuminating the darkness even further.
"This… this is…?" Hagoromo whispers in shock.
"To think he went this far…" Hamura is in a similar state.
"Well, well, it appears that you won't be dying after all. For quite some time, in fact." muses Kaguya.
"What do you mean, what hap…" she pauses as a memory struck her, one of Dumbledore's, that told her what had most likely happened.
"Panacea? Would he… oh." She sighs.
"Oh course, the prophecy. Can't have the Chosen One die before she vanquishes the Dark Lord."
"You do not sound surprised." Hamura frowns.
"In my first year he used the Philosopher Stone to not only bait Voldemort, but also test me. In my second year he allowed the school to marginalize me in order to see how well I work under pressure. I had realized this to a small extent even before I gained his memories." Violet admits before scowling darkly.
"The fact that he actually hoped the Dursleys abused me a bit growing up so that I wouldn't be as outspoken or confident as Voldemort or my parents… Oh, I'll make him pay for that. He'll regret keeping me alive. I'll make sure of it. Everyone in my life has manipulated me in some way. No more! I guarantee it. And while I'm at it, I will change this world. The wizarding world and the mundane are undeniably corrupt and greedy. Fascists of all stripes will not survive me. HELLO heteronormative patriarchal owning class, prepare to be overthrown."
"Yet you cannot do so on your own." Hagoromo states a little nervous from hearing the way Violet described her intentions with the corrupt rulers of her world. "You need someone to guide you, to teach you how to use your power."
"To teach you how to control yourself, to teach you restraint." Hamura adds firmly, clearly but silently in agreement with his brother that Violet seems too unhinged to be let loose on the world.
"Yes, I do." Violet softly agrees as she slowly walks up to the two floating old men… and grabs their shoulders, causing them to become transparent as their power flows into Violet, the tomoe of her crimson eye spinning angrily.
"But it will not be a couple of manipulative old fools who were taking solace in my oncoming death minutes before!"
"Yes, I think I can guide her in reshaping this world perfectly." Kaguya all but purrs as she ruffles Violet's hair proudly. "I may no longer be able to shape the world myself, but an heir I can groom."
"Wait… you do not know what she has done… what she can do!" Hagoromo cried desperately as his image wavered more and more, Hamura having already been fully absorbed.
"I know perfectly, Hamura's memories are helpful in that regard." counters Violet.
"But I would still have her over you. You who preached peace and did nothing to achieve it. You're just like Dumbledore with the Mundane-born children. He says he wants to give them equal rights and opportunities, yet does nothing to that end despite his position in the government. He's constantly allowing more and more racist and discriminatory laws to be passed every year. Even in the halls of Hogwarts, he does nothing to stop or punish the purebloods who bully Mundane-born kids. He's even letting Snape abuse them daily in that shitty excuse for a Potions class. I never cared if he was Mom's friend before, he chose his way of life and whatever regrets he may have will not wash away the innocent blood he spilled. Especially knowing from his own memories from his own donated magic that Snape date-raped mundane women and memory charmed them so he could get away with it, with no one the wiser. Nothing he could do will make me forgive him for his countless crimes. I will make sure he and Dumbledore pay for their vile abuse!" Violet declares with a growl as Hagoromo's image finally disappears as his energy is fully integrated.
"Wonderful, I have waited for hundreds of millennia to see such an expression of despair on his face!" Kaguya chuckles.
"Oh? I was under the impression that you cared for your sons despite them sealing you." Violet raises an eyebrow, her mind rapidly going through the memories of Hamura, Hagoromo and their Transmigrants' memories.
"I do. But let's face it, they are both dead and so am I. All you did is absorb some of their energy that ended up in you. I am the same, after all." Kaguya shrugs
"You know… you are quite different from what their memories show you as." Violet remarks.
"Yes, I was rather… stiff back then, and obsessed with the ownership of Chakra." Kaguya muses as she thinks back.
"I still maintain that it would have been best that I remained the only one with Chakra, humans have shown time and time again that they are unworthy of such power. But, my time has passed. I eventually grew tired of sleeping in the Gedo Mazo, the shell of the Shinju, and allowed my soul and Chakra to pass on, becoming one with the world and existing in a similar form as Hagoromo: part of the Pure World and this Impure World. Unlike them, I actually chose to somewhat live through my Transmigrants rather than just glance at their lives every once in a while. Not all of them were even ninja or magic users in recent times, but I found it more comfortable than simply drifting pointlessly in nature like Hagoromo does. As fond as I am of nature, having seen the entire world as my nursery, I still long for human interaction. I find it quite amusing, to be honest, that I who once stood above all now choose to spend my time amongst mortals while my sons who opposed my view are now as distant as I used to be."
"I… guess I can see why you've changed. It sounds like a boring existence." Violet admits. "So, what should I do first?"
"Hm, let's start by organizing your new memories." Kaguya suggests. "As you have no experience with organizing your mind, it's a wonder you can access those m well. I could only do it with ease as I was the progenitor of Chakra, and thus the linchpin of it all."
"Say… would it be possible to revive you, Kaguya?" Violet inquires. "I mean… from what I can tell, most of what ninjas learn would work best with a hands-on teacher. Not that I'm complaining, you can advise me in my own mind. I'm grateful for the help!" she quickly adds.
"That is true… but as I said, I allowed myself to pass on." Kaguya shakes her head. "Even if the Gedo Mazo would respond to your summons, it will no longer do my way, the Biiju have long since perished, becoming part of the world and giving birth to the various magical creatures. Without them, the Gedo Mazo would be just an empty shell with me trapped within. It would have some impressive life force… however even that has likely decayed since then."
"I see." Violet sighs.
"Do not worry, I have a few ideas. For now, let us focus on structuring your mind. This Mind Magic that both Tom Riddle and Albus Dumbledore practice will be a useful tool."
"Alright." Violet sighs.
"Revive me, huh?" Kaguya absently muses as she helps Violet shape her inner world to her liking. "Now there's something I have not thought about in a long time… and these memories… hm, we shall see."