A sister. I had a sister. I had taken over the life of the boy, so now she is mine.
And the worst part? I used my reality manipulation in order to make it so that my name was always Nihilo R Echoes.
You know what that means? That my sister, Mellisa King, had become Mellisa R Echoes.
I fucked up, didn't I? I should have checked it before I did any reality manipulation. However, it was too late. Apparently, the nut sack had adopted me using the Confundus spell on the woman who had been in charge of the orphanage his reason being that it was too much of a hassle to kill or control them all just for one test subject.
While I had been "adopted," my twin sister, whom the nut sack had no idea about, had been left behind.
The best thing I could do was check up on her. After all, a six-year-old who had always had her brother suddenly being left behind like that must have taken it hard. So I used my second chance at reality manipulation to check up on her.
And what I found was that she was in a bedroom with pink wallpaper and stuffed toys. From what I knew, that was not the orphanage. So I looked through her memories from the past few days to see how she had ended up there, and it turns out she was now part of a family.
She was adopted by none other than Dan Granger and Emma Granger.
Yep. She got adopted by the Granger family.
The same family from which Hermione Granger the brightest witch of her time will come.
From what I could tell, she had been adopted the next day after my "adoption," and she had asked for them to adopt me as well. However, they couldn't find me because there was no record of who had adopted me only that I had been adopted by someone which had left Mellisa heartbroken.
She apparently missed me and hated me at the same time. Missed me because I was her brother and I had left her behind, and hated me because I had left her as soon as I had found myself a family.
To be honest, I didn't blame her for hating me a little. And even if she did hate me, what is she gonna do, kill me or something? I wasn't going to go look for her. In my opinion, it was for the best that she stayed in the Muggle world with a loving family.
And as for me, she would slowly forget about me. And if we happened to meet each other in the future at Hogwarts, then the future me would take care of it, of course.
Form what i could see she was clutching a small photo of both of us togather in it to her chest crying in her pillow.
I felt pity for her, but there was nothing i could do, form now on i was a boy who had no memory of who he was due to a magic experiment done on him by a dark wizard.
If we met again, I will see what happens then the future me is a reliable person I know he would take care it for me.
After i was done with all the memories of the past 6 years of my new life i decided to finally wake up form the potion sleep, after all even if my body is sleeping it dosen't mean that my consciousness will be sleeping as well.
As soon as i woke up, a unfamiliar ceiling welcomed me.
'Ah, an unfamiliar ceiling,' I thought to myself in amusement after all i wanted to say that for once in my life.
I looked around. It was not the same room I was in before I had been put to sleep. I was in a different room; it only had one bed, with a side table and flowery wallpaper. There was a window to the side, where an old man with a grey beard that almost reached his stomach sat. He wore half-moon glasses and purple robes that had stars and moons on them, shimmering from time to time. He was reading a book that had no words on its cover. I felt pity for him, to be honest, what must he have gone through for him to wear something like that?
Dumble-too-many-names-dore.
I kept looking at him, and in return, he too looked up and met my eyes. He had twinkling blue eyes that I wished to pop out, to be honest.
I got up and sat on the edge of the bed, facing the old Dumble.
"Hello there, child. My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, but you can call me Professor Dumbledore," he said with a grandfatherly smile.
However, I did not answer; I just looked at him.
"Ahem, ah yes, I was told about your situation," he said with a fake cough and a sad face that looked to have aged a few years in just a few seconds.
Am I in some cartoon world or what? How are they doing this? Does it come with age? First TAO and now this old man, I internally questioned myself.
"It's a pity. I am truly sorry for what you had to go through. You see, I was called here because of your unique situation," he said, and then continued,
"Do you know your name?" he asked, and I just nodded.
As I did, he waved his hand and a quill and parchment appeared on the side desk.
"Can you write your name for me?" he asked, his voice sweet like that of a grandfather.
I picked up the parchment and the quill and gave him a look. He seemed to have understood it perfectly, as he waved his hand once more and a small glass ink bottle appeared next to the parchment.
"Ah, this tends to happen from time to time," he said, giving me a sheepish smile.
I dipped the quill in the ink and wrote my name with difficulty it was my first time writing my name with a quill, after all:
[Nihilo R. Echoes]
"I see, Nihilo. That's a wonderful and meaningful name. Do you perhaps know where you lived or where we can find your family?" he asked me with concern, although I did not know if he was truly concerned or just acting concerned.
After all, there were many versions of Dumbledore in my life when I lived as a human, and I didn't really trust him.
I just wrote a simple "no" on the parchment and then sat back down. However, as soon as I sat down, a spell hit me my senses became muddled. It was most likely a Confundus Charm.
After hitting me with the charm, pedo mind rapist decided to do what I thought he would do he started to look through my memories.
Though I'm pretty sure he would only find the memories of the experiment and what happened after. I had cut out anything related to my true self or TAO. I had made it so the old nut sack had used his wand to free me so I could help him out, only to have died in the explosion after.
After he was done, he waited for me to snap out of it before he started speaking again.
"I am sorry for what happened to you. Although it may be hard for us to find your family, I will try my best. In the meantime, there is a family of kind people I know you can live with them for a while," he said to me, his voice stable and still showing concern as though he had not just mind raped me.
I had decided he would pay for what he just did. I will make it so that he dies a painful, painful death.
Although for that, I would have to play his game of chess, and well would you look at that I have the rough outline of the Harry Potter movies in my head. Now I wonder how I can make his life hell.
I barely held myself from giving the old man a grin that would make him shiver.
After we were done, he left the room for a while, saying something about seeing if he could get me discharged so that we could leave. When he came back, he was holding a parchment that looked like it had my report written on it what they had found out.
It must have been from before they had learned my name, because it had no name on it. I gave it a quick glance and looked away; however, it was enough for me to memorize the whole thing.
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
Patient Record – Restricted Access
Healer-in-Charge: [Redacted]
Ward: Artefact Accidents / Experimental Magic Division
Name: Unknown
Approximate Age: Appears to be 5 or 6 years
Report Summary:
The subject appears to have undergone exposure to advanced dark magical rituals, possibly experimental in nature. Residual potion traces have been detected within the bloodstream, consistent with sustained magical infusion. Notably, the subject's eyes and unnaturally dark hair are presumed to be lasting effects of such procedures, though no ongoing adverse reactions are currently observable.
The subject is currently non-verbal. It remains undetermined whether this condition is permanent or temporary. No physical damage to the vocal cords has been detected; therefore, a magical cause is suspected.
At this time, the subject displays no other immediate side effects. However, due to the irregular and potentially unstable nature of the magic involved, long-term consequences have not been ruled out.
Recommendations:
Weekly check-ups at St. Mungo's are to be scheduled for continued evaluation.
Subject is to remain under magical observation for no less than three (3) weeks before any discussion of discharge.
A full diagnostic spellwork review is advised prior to release.
Clearance from both the Potioneering and Dark Magic Recovery Units is required.
Specialist consultation from the Spell Damage Speech and Language Division is recommended.
Signed:
[ "*********" Validated by St. Mungo's Registry]
And would you look at that, he had pulled some strings to get me discharged, and it was not recommended that I be discharged.
To be honest i expected as much.
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