Chapter 2: What Changed?
A few weeks have passed since I was reborn. mmm, reborn might no be right. Combined, maybe? Yes, Combined. That's what happened to me, I've been combined with Harry's soul. Because Harry's soul was just born a while ago, it didn't develop fully so I didn't change much. The only difference is that my soul is now stronger than it used to be before and my new found quantity of mana.
Yeah, back in my world, after the rise of magic, October 6, 2016, no one in my world will forget that fateful day, it was theorized that the soul was the key to vast and stronger mana. But the research encountered a problem, me. Because of my low amount of magic, I decided to train my body, which resulted in an increase of my mana. That confused many of the researchers once I became famous. I even mastered Transmutation magic to give me an edge and give a boost to my magic by changing my body.
Thanks to my research and experiments with Transmutation magic, I reached a new height into transmutation magic. Permanent Transmutation. I discover it on accident if I'm being honest. When I was meditating, feeling the magic of everything around--which is something the magic association of my world was trying to hide from everyone, the fact that everything has magic in it. Whether one can use it or not. That is one of the many things the association was hiding.
It was thanks to a few individuals and that magic came to be into the age of information. It is hard to hide something when a mere photo of a celebrity can be posted on the web in a few seconds by any John doe in the street. Heck, the web had the most improvement thanks to magic. It became an entity of its own with no organization having any power or authority over it. Well, the things the association was hiding about mana being literally inside every living or non-living thing concerned the whole world. Because even when the whole world knew about mana, only some were "born" with the ability to use it. That was the biggest lie the association maintained. In truth, anyone could use mana. The individuals that were "born" with this ability were just lucky. It was discovered, that within specific circumstances, anyone can awaken this ability.
The ability to control mana is like a muscle that people or animals usually don't use. Like, be able to move one's pectorals or ears. Wait a second. Why am I even thinking about this? I get sidetracked so easily. Well, not that it is a problem. That how I became a master of Transmutation. Oh yeah, I was thinking about Transmutation.
While I was meditating, I came upon the crazy idea look at the mana signature of the object I transmutate. Let me tell you, that wasn't easy. everything has a specific mana signature. And only a few people could perceive mana as deep as I could to notice the minor differences between one chair and another similar chair. Plus, transmuted objects are full of the mage's which use transmute them in the first place. Good luck to anyone without my level of mana sense who tries seeing through that mess. It took me months to see through that and notice what was happening.
in short, the mana signature of the object was reverting it back to its original form once the magic behind the transmutation runs out. I only had to do some subtle changes so that the mana signature enforced the transmutation instead of reverting it. Yeah, it took a while, but once I mastered it, it gave me wings strong enough to compete with those blessed individuals with obscene mana capacity.
Well, I must admit I am one of such individuals now.
Anyways, enough about that. I spent the whole night thinking about this. The sun is coming out and this body is screaming for rest.
How I hate being a baby. I wish I could just transmutate myself to adulthood. Alas, I've got to let nature take its course. My eyes feel too heavy now. I sighed and went to sleep.
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I decided to enter my mindscape or soul realm while my body rested. I can't seem to decide how to call it. Many mages from my world call it differently.
I wanted to check something that was bugging. My soul. Even though it became stronger, I feel as if something is missing. After I checked my soul thoroughly, I realized I was right. A small portion of my soul got broken off from me somehow. I supposed it was because of my fight with Max. I need to find where it is. Even though I healed up that portion of my soul back, one can only be careful in such a matter. I can only imagine the kind of trouble that could arise if someone merges with that small portion of my soul.
My soul is not like Harry's soul, which was closer to a blank slate that didn't affect me much when it comes to my personality. If someone merges if my soul, they would obtain the knowledge that's in it and part of my personality. Not so much that they would change completely, but just enough that they could subtly acquire some of my traits. I remember that it happened to Harry with Voldemort's soul that he had in him, which I now have with me. Damn it. How could I forget? I have some of Voldemort's abilities
Searching at full throttle, I ended up making a connection with the missing piece of my soul, but that wasn't the only soul that I made a connection with. It was a soul broken into different portions of itself. Placed in different locations.
"So this must be soul search. It is an interesting concept." A voice said, out of nowhere.
"Who's there?" I asked, bewildered. The was no way someone could come to this place without me realizing. There isn't anyone in this world that know of this. Unless..' I thought of the worst. 'Someone merged with my soul.'
The voice laughed, which echoed around the whole space.
"So you must be Henry. One of the two mages from that vision." The voiced said.
"Vision? What are you talking about." I could already discern that whoever owned this voice, already had some of my traits. I just hope that one of them is my compulsion talk a lot.
"You don't know?" The voiced said, incredulously. "Maybe you were for a while after the magic wave you caused." The voiced pondered aloud. Yep, he has my compulsion to talk. Now it doesn't matter who he is, he'll answer whatever I ask. Max always said that was a bad habit of mine. But it is my saving grace right now.
"yes, I was out for some time so I don't know much," I answered, honestly. I just hope this doesn't bite me on the ass later.
"Really?" The voice said, intrigue. "I'll just tell you then." Thank god for bad habits. "When you arrived, you cause a great magic wave that was picked up by every mage in the world. Moreover, that wave brought with it visions of what I think was a battle between two great Wizards." The voice stopped for a second. "I guess it was your battle, Henry."
"You know my name?" I wasn't too surprised at that.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives …" The voice responded.
'Great. The small part of my soul had information about that prophecy.' I thought, worried.
"To think that I didn't hear the complete prophesy." The voice said. "Mark him as his equal." The voiced repeated that part of the prophecy several times. "Isn't this amusing, Henry?' The voice asked. "Or should I called you Harry Potter?" The voice said with scorn.
Mana pressure started to try and crumble my soul, I defended.
"To think I put this into motion!" The voice yelled, full of hatred. The mana pressure increased. "If I had checked the prophesy myself instead of taking action, this would have become just a distant dream for my enemies!"
I upped my defense every time the mana pressure increased.
"Now I have created a foe with the power to fight me!" The voice said.
"No. It can't be. Voldemort!?" I said, surprised.
"Yes!" He replied. "And thanks to your arrival, I have obtained things that will make me immortal! Oh, I know you have knowledge about my Horcruxes. It doesn't matter. I'll move them from where they are and use them to create doubles of me. There isn't a better way to protect something than to keep it close to you, no Henry?" Voldemort said.
'Fuck, he had knowledge about making doubles of oneself. If he makes them with his Horcruxes, he won't be killed until all the doubles are death.' I panicked. 'Wait, why is he telling me this?' I finally noticed.
"You are stalling. You want to use our connection to bypass the protection that hides me and find out where I am!" I yelled.
"Well, looks like the cat's out of the bag." He said something Voldemort wouldn't say, but I would.
"This is over!" I cut the connection and made a powerful shield in case he tries to remake the connection.
"This is bad. Very bad." I said to myself. "Voldemort with otherworldly knowledge and some of my character traits. It is bad indeed.
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