Chapter 3: CHP 3
Sleep this time was different. Deeper than I was used too, shorter too, but my memories and powers are all mostly clear now. I must've slept for three hours considering it was now around 8 in the evening. I have a clearer picture of 'old me's' memories, my personal details are still missing which I don't want to think about how that feels. I've been mostly trying to dissociate and handle everything. Hopefully I 'sociate' back into normal eventually. I have faith in myself.
Harry's memories have become clear now, I know what his childhood was like. In short, a disaster. The Dursley's were mostly normal if a tad uncomfortable with my presence for most of my early memories of them. It got worse with age. Harry still remembered what that was like and believed that if he put up with their abuse, things would go back to normal, which was heart-breaking to think about, coming from a child.
First year at Hogwarts was very much an escape for Harry. An environment that was not actively hostile to him. Support from his peers when he did well in Quidditch, even the whole Philosophers Stone issue was more an adventure in his eyes. Of course, there was good with the bad as well, but when you come from a place that's as terrible as the Dursley's house, the place was heaven.
I also now knew first year magic. Except I have no wand to use it from. Will have to fix that problem eventually. I also have Merlin Reincarnated and Seeker of all that is Supernatural acting as talent boosters and copying magic better.
I now know how to evoke my Cursed Energy from within me, and the basics of using it as reinforcement. I don't know how CE interacts with wand magic yet, but something to experiment on later. I haven't unlocked my Innate Technique either, but I have a feeling that it'll come to me soon. The Six Eyes have grown to 50% operational capacity, which is now truly headache inducing. I can definitely endure the pain but the longer I go the more painful it gets.
The Eyes help me read the intent of the magic around me considering that I now know what the wards are there for and the miscellaneous charms to the objects around me, stuff like enchantments to maintain a desired temperature, charms against dust and so on. I also have the bonus perk of photographic memory which will make studying so much easier. The Eyes let me see further away too, and further into the spectrum of light. Not much but enough to vaguely see beyond thin materials. Seeing new colours though was definitely an… experience, how do I even describe it?
I have a supernatural understanding of movement which ties into my third power, The Principle of All Things. The simplest way to describe it would be to compare it to how you imagine the Force guiding you to be like. Chaotic motion made understood, perfect synthesis between thought and action, doing the impossible with ease. I could dunk paper balls into bins like nobody's business.
My perks are what took a load of my mind. Knowing that with Blank, Dumbledore (or anyone else for that matter) cannot find me with his trinkets or some obscure tracking spell from his massive spell repertoire, I sagged with relief. A lot of what happened today could come back to bite me in the future but my perks and exhaustion addled mind seemed to have covered my ass. I am also immune to all mind attacks, be they substance based or power based unless I allow them to take hold.
All in all, I think I've mostly settled down now. My strangling feels like days ago and I'm alive and fine now, so it's all good. I'll have to face them eventually, when I go back to get my wand and suitcase (no way I'm losing the Invisibility Cloak) and I have a sinking feeling it won't be pleasant. But enough of that, if the meeting at the bank was anything to go by, my knowledge of the Wizarding World was painfully low. I needed to learn and books weren't going to be everything. I wonder if I could hire a tutor like a cultural advisor, I have more money than I know what to do with now anyway.
I spent the rest of the evening until midnight going out to grab a bite to eat and coming back to explore my new property, learning all its ins and outs and cleaning up the cottage. The familiar action of cleaning up and organizing helped reassure me further that things were going to be alright. I went to sleep but Hibernation made it so I had to awkwardly get up at 2 in the morning fully rested and ready. Unsure if I could get any work done so early and not wanting to tempt fate by roaming around so late at night, I tried to get some practice in with using my Cursed Energy for real this time and not just the inherent instincts and knowledge they came with.
I settled down near the pebbled ground in front of my house. Cursed energy was based on negative emotions and maintaining a steady focus while utilizing the energy. I tried to take a few deep breaths to calm my excited jitters and go for a more meditative approach. I sharpened my focus. I focused on the negative emotions I felt when disappointed, the feeling of letting someone down or being let down, just a shallow hold on the feeling.
When I could keep that feeling steady, I drew inwards and pulled out. For a moment an azure blue flame emerged all over my body, clear as water and having jagged edges. I only felt a faint coldness before my scar throbbed once, twice and started wailing out loud like a kettle. The sudden noise broke my concentration and I lost control of my CE.
With the energy receding, my scar went quiet too. Holy shit, I forgot that I have a fucking soul shard in my head. That's so disgusting oh my god. I mean, I knew it was there, but intellectually there's a difference between acknowledging there's a Horcrux in your scar and feeling it wriggle and writhe, screaming in pain. It was like realizing there was a disgusting insect crawling on your face.
Aside from that, the knowledge I had received had introduced the basic precepts that sorcerers followed. One of those was that for a sorcerer the body was the soul. They were interconnected in a way beyond understanding and ideally should work in tandem to each other. Unity in body and soul would lead to better utilization and flow of Cursed Energy. But having someone else's soul, their metaphysical identity stuck to your head, it was a violation beyond any I had felt before. I wanted it gone, gone, gone. Now.
I rushed back inside and stood in front of a mirror. I could see wisps of energy seeping out, visible even without full utilization of my Six Eyes, healing the now split bleeding scar. I knew that Voldemort didn't intend for me to be a Horcrux, or maybe he did and his soul was too damaged for him to sanely remember anything. I needed to know what exactly he had done and if exorcizing it would damage me.
I immersed myself in the Principle, hoping that the focus it gave me would help filter out the unneeded information coming through my Eyes. I took a deep breath and pulled down the cloth tied around my eyes. Aquamarine eyes like clear oceans opened and gazed at the abomination on my forehead. My emotions needed to be controlled, I could not miss a single detail, I focused. The soul is the identity, the knowledge and memories, such was my belief. I could not understand a soul with my Eyes, but I didn't need to. This Horcrux was bound by magic and the magic could be read.
The soul itself was anchored to a small piece of bone, foreign but embedded in my flesh. It gathered power and stored it, changing my body to become a suitable vessel if needed. If he was dead it would act like a beacon to avoid the afterlife and if he was alive, just cultivate power for him to absorb back.
The energy it has already cultivated and stored is pretty large, a decade of continuous collection off of my misery and of those around me. It functioned a lot like a mix between a cursed spirit and a cursed object. Aside from the heretical, blasphemous aspect of what Voldemort had done it really was quite interesting. I don't know if my perks would've protected me against possession. My mind was immune to control, but isn't possession more like kicking my soul out or something? Regardless, I'm glad I caught this early.
The only way I can think of to remove it would be to push my CE at it like before, which seemed to cause it harm. Jujutsu sorcerers exorcise by punching things with their energy, would I have to punch myself? I didn't want to resort to that so I brought my CE back up again, this time focusing on the anger, hate, disgust I felt for the little shard. It was a more intense emotion this time and it came to me easier. Blue flame flared up, my singular focus of wanting to eradicate the thing stuck to my head calming its raging down to a smooth but uneven coat. My scar split open again this time, screaming, wailing with more urgency. An illusory spirit emerged and started thrashing, clawing at my head and punching. My energy subtly reinforcing me was more than enough to deal with its ineffectual punches. It began losing steam, its punches weaker, slower. The screams turned into sobbing and whimpering before stopping entirely.
My scar exploded in a poof and a small white fragment fell down. I heaved a sigh of relief and pulled my blindfold back on. The low throbbing from overuse compounding with the head injury. My scar bled a little but seemed to clot soon. I felt tired but clean, like taking a shower after a long day at work. Not only had I gotten rid of my Horcrux status, I'd avoided needing to get killed and rez'd like in canon.
I felt my cursed energy utilization grow smoother. And more than that I felt my Innate Technique click into place from the growth of my understanding of Cursed Energy.
I grinned like a loon and ran out and knelt down to the ground,
"Cursed Technique : Anima Res."
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