Chapter 7: Chapter 7: An Unexpected Journey

Chapter 7: An Unexpected Journey

27th August 1989, New York City, New York

Waking up after the merging was surreal. I’m still Morgan, yet I am also Jasmine. I feel good, I feel complete. It's like we were always meant to be one person, and I can feel my mind clearing as I go through Jasmine's memories. Boy, did she have a miserable life. I can see the memories from her birth to her accident. James and Lily seem like great parents to be honest. You know, until Lily had a mental breakdown and James was convinced to send away his daughter.

Funnily enough, I checked the memory of Voldemort's attack. Yep, he looks like a snake had sex with a vampire and of course he hit me with the killing curse. Why can't things be simple? Now, I'll have to deal with him myself which is something I really can't be bothered to do. In term of memories, the last few days before Jasmine was sent to the Dursleys are fuzzy. I use my telepathy to break the block and I now understand what made Lily and James give me away.

Dumbledore manipulated James masterfully. It really does highlight how similar James' behavior was to Pettigrew with Voldemort. Excluding the fear of course. I can somewhat understand the decision of giving Jasmine away, but what I don't understand is how they never checked in on her. They could have hired someone to check on her. Even use the telephone to make sure she's okay. Even Lily, mental health aside, has no reason not to check on her daughter, especially knowing her hostile relationship with her sister.

Parents are defined by their role in their child's education, which is why adopted children will consider their adoptive parents as family. Even if Jasmine was well treated at the Dursley she would still view them as her true parents, not James and Lily. No matter the intentions, the decision was always to remove Jasmine from the Potter family, something that Dumbledore achieved. His dissolution of the twin bond is, frankly, a horrific act.

On other news, my telepathy feels different to Morgan's. It's definitely more powerful and precise, and I can safely cover the entire state of New York without any headache. I tried to steal a memory of the arc reactor base design from Tony Stark. I couldn't before because his mental shields were very impressive and he did notice when I tried to enter his mind a year ago. I now bypass his shields without him noticing. I definitely have more control now.

As for my magic, I can feel it singing under my skin. It obeys me like a third hand I didn't know I had. Far better than Jasmine ever could. I try lifting a pencil and it immediately rises from the desk. I try transfiguring it into metal and it instantly turns into a metal pen. I turn it back to wood then light it on fire. As it burns, I use wind to move the flame before materializing a sphere of water that stops the fire. It really feels like instinct like it wants to be used. I'll need a bigger place to practice this. I guess I'll be adopted soon.

When I stand up in front of the mirror to change, I notice that my hair is different. My hair in now blonde and my eyes blue, but my shock causes my hair to suddenly turn white. I clamp down on my mind barriers and control my emotions, my face turns back to normal and my hair is black again. So, I'm a metamorphmagus. Huh. Kinda useful. I'll definitely need to move to be able to train it. I don't even have to get myself adopted to escape, I can just disappear and live as Morgan Evanshade.

The very next day, a couple arrives to adopt me. Which is pretty much two random people I controlled to do so. I made them fake identifications so that the adoption goes smoothly. Identifications that I promptly deleted a day after I leave the orphanage. I step inside the mansion. I am now Morgan Evanshade.

5th August 1994, New York City, New York

It's been a few years since my 'birth' and it's been an eventful few years, as I was finally able to explore the magical world in New York. Turns out the statue of secrecy works a bit like a Fidelus Charm as in can only be entered if you know about it. After I got the goblins to ward the hell out of my mansion, I went to Salem to go to the magical alley there. I proceeded to buy every legal and illegal book concerning magic. I even bought some books from the dark market. Of course, tired of the work, I bought a house elf, Tilly. Quite an enthusiastic elf but terribly efficient. He was in charge of my upkeep while Alfred keeps the money coming. Now, I am also able to use astral projection which I use every night to read more books. What? If Xavier can work it out, why can't I?

Those books were mostly worthless, the most she learned was a ritual to unlock mage sight which she decided not to do as she would like to properly study rituals before being involved in one. Most of the books consider magic as a commodity not the beautiful gift it is. They sort of mechanized magic. Magic for them is summarized in the equation: SPELL = INCANTATION + WAND MOVEMENT. Which works for them but allows no flexibility with these spells. Imagine magic as a sound, the spell can be considered the frequency of the sound. In its simplest form, a spell is just a small wave of magic with a certain frequency. Casting a spell by simply replicating its frequency is like using gold to wipe your ass after shitting. Yes, it works but it's definitely a waste of magical potential. I even checked the mind of an auror and all of his attack spells were all used the exact same way without any modification, imagination or improvement. By the way, occlumency does absolutely nothing to protect from legimency. The main idea of occlumency is to have no memories to project so that a legimens would have nothing to latch onto. Since telepathy involves thoughts, I can easily use them as a way to anchor myself to their mind and access their memories once a connection was established.

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The study of the frequency of spells is called arithmancy, which uses pretty much basic primary school math to create or modify a spell. If I was actually interested in it, I could have Alfred create spells when he's bored. The runes book was very interesting for the whole of 30 minutes where I pretty much mastered runes. Thank God for my language talent. This limitation is why I declined my invitation to Ilvermorny, citing choosing private tutorship and taking my examinations in the Ministry, I didn't even receive a Hogwarts letter, I guess the whole magical lockdown thing is still in effect. Honestly, by the time I turned eleven, I could pretty much reinvent their entire wizarding education. And I don't even have a wand, what a joke!

On other news, with the Dark Knight trilogy being released, the world wants to find out more about the reclusive author. The readers kept asking her to show up and do a signing which she did. Thankfully, she fully mastered her shape shifting talent and can maintain a form for weeks without stopping. The public was really surprised that I write for the fun of it. Teasing that I had a few stories (Man of Steal and A Song of Ice and Fire) written and that I just didn't care enough to publish them caused an outcry in the nerd community. I relented and decided to just release the Man of Steel book and the first Game of Thrones book. Let's just say they did very well. I left the production company with the rest of the book series to publish it when they feel like it will make the most money and decided to focus more on the magic thing.

I still keep up my physical exercises and my martial training, buying a few magical swords imported from Japan. My progress in conjuration makes it easier to create a copy on the fly in case I'm attacked. My progress in my type of magic has been phenomenal, with using charms and transfiguration as easily as breathing. Alfred was successful in creating a reaction table for potions by running simulations for each ingredient. That table is now fully memorized which make it possible to create an entirely new potion in an afternoon. Unfortunately, any information on the Dark Arts, Blood Magic, Soul Magic and Rituals is nonexistent in the USA in general. I am now attempting to learn Alchemy which focuses transmutation, which is permanently changing something into another as opposed to transfiguration that uses the user's magic to change the composition of an object, which reverts back after the magical energy runs out. Very useful with enchanting.

My elemental magic training has been going very well, going so far as to be able to manipulate the elements instinctively. I can always feel the air and the magic within it, the water as it flows, the flames as it sparks life and the earth as it nurtures. Once I truly understood them, I could both manipulate them and their branches. For example, I can now move Ice as if it is water.

But enough about that, I decided to go out today. I stay in my original form and choose to visit a museum this time. It's kinda funny to be able to read the texts written on ancient works of art and compare it to what they had translated by an 'expert'. I nearly lost it when a translation explained that an ancient Egyptian tablet was created by a martyr slave wanting to instill rebellion to dethrone the Pharaoh but turned out to be a tablet written by a scribe describing with great detail the Pharaoh' sexual conquests.

After a while, I notice something that gains my interest, as I can feel the magic coming the other end of the room. I haven't had much experience with magical sensing, I just know the basics. Still, it's one of the skills I would like to learn but never had the time to do it as I needed to practice on every type of enchantment to get myself familiar enough to recognize them later. I, of course, practiced sensing dark magic, in case someone sends me a cursed item or so. But this doesn't feel dark, it feels vast, strong, endless really, and confusingly familiar. I can't put my finger on it. It's like it's calling me. I slowly move towards it. It's probably a bad idea, it's definitely a bad idea. I shouldn't go near an ancient artifact without knowing what it does. I check my mental barriers and nothing is influencing my mind. Then why do I want to go find out what it does? Before I contemplate the issue, the artifact is in front of me.

The description of the artifact calls it the Wadjet eye or the eye of Horus, which is a concept and symbol in ancient Egyptian religion that represents well-being, healing, and protection. It derives from the mythical conflict between the god Horus with his rival Set, in which Set tore out or destroyed one or both of Horus's eyes but was then healed by the Wadjet, also known as the Serpent Goddess, and given an amulet with her symbol which was believed to have protective magical power. The symbol was reused in ancient Egypt as a way to worship the goddess and pray for her protection.

That's all well and good but the issue is that while to everyone else this amulet takes the appearance of an eye, it looks like something a lot different to me. The eye resembles the symbol of the deathly hallows. I’ve seen drawings of the Wadjet eye before and while this amulet does resembles it, it's not the same symbol. I can clearly see the eye shaped like a triangle, the pupil being the circle and a vertical line cuts the triangle in half.

Did the symbol come from that far back? Were the Peverells that ancient? I know the ancient Egyptian sorcerers were obsessed with immortality but did the tale of three brothers come from that far back? As I lose myself in my pondering, I realize that my hand is almost touching the eye. As I bring my hand back, someone bumps into me, I can see a rune light up on the symbol. Just one rune, that I don't understand. Usually, you use multiple runes for the array to make sense, otherwise it can do many random things by itself. Not the time, I can't let go of the amulet, like it's stuck on my finger. I can feel my magic being drained by the rune and I think if it was anyone else, they would have died from magical exhaustion by now. My lightning bolt scar on my forehead is also glowing. I'm almost out of magic, and I'm really panicking, suddenly I feel myself pulled by the navel, like a portkey, I see the world turn white for a second and close my eyes. I let go of the amulet that dissolves into ash upon contact with the ground. I look around me and I see a beautiful beach. I feel lightheaded for a moment and then the world turns black.

Back at the museum, a woman in her thirties witnessed the entire affair, with eyes far older than her appearance. She is pale, with long wavy black hair and brilliant emerald eyes that are far too old for her age. She smiles softly, "I wish you good luck Morgan Jasmine Evanshade."

 

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