Lord Imp (A Harry Potter fanfic)

Chapter 19: A confusing but peaceful passage of time

The marauder era was quite peaceful without Lord Voldemort using war and public panic to gain a foothold into gaining control of Britain.

The method of joining the wizengamot as Lord Slytherin was slow, but every gain was worked for by his own two hands, wit and charm. He could feel himself growing closer and closer to his goals of becoming the minister of magic and changing Britain from the ground up, bylaw by bylaw.

Brick by brick, he was building his reputation. Coasting on the waves of his outstandings from hogwarts and his contributions to the wizarding community with his invented spells. Impels support had gained him the approval of all the students in hogwarts, which affected their parents opinions, which made his ideas and laws land smoothly in wizengamot meetings.

Of course he had to take it slow.

Just because everyone supported his ideas and seriously considered the pros and cons of every single suggestion didn't mean he could info dump on them and change the whole scene in a day. Or a week, or even a year.

He had a ten year plan, meticulously designed and upheld religiously. He was creating a new set of bylaws every few months and then slowly combining them to create a whole new law.

Making creatures equal to wizards and giving them access to their own wands or creature equivalent. Getting dangerous curses deconstructed and cured by the worlds best curse breakers and potion masters. Getting schools up and running for wizarding youth to learn more about the non magical side of their world. Maths, sciences, history, social studies and the like. He was remaking the foster program so orphans or abandoned wizarding children will have a caring family to live with. Monitored daily for half a year, then weekly for two months, monthly for a year and finally yearly till adulthood. For the safety of the children of course.

He was introducing and inventing new magical technologies to keep up with the muggle world and slowly changing views to accept them openly.

He had plans over plans over plans.

It helped that he had an unhealthy level of fondness for paperwork.

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Orochimaru was nothing but a memory now.

He knew that.

He was dead and gone. His life over, and done with. He had thrown Minato into the rivers of reincarnation and jumped in after him to hopefully live a new life.

He didn't understand why he was suddenly living as a quarter creature girl in a novel he had read so so long ago in another life. Another memory as Harmony. When he had been a normal civilian boy who struggled with living with some half assed reinterpretation of psychopathy.

He remembered those books fondly, as being the reason he had turned to writing in the first place. His own personal heaven. Books he could lose himself in so he wouldn't have to face the reality of his shitty life.

And here he was now, a memory in his own body.

He didn't much like his current existence.

He wanted the control. He wanted to be the one making all the decisions and experiencing this new life but he wasn't. He was nothing but a half remembered ghost. He wasn't even all here either. There were parts of him missing that he knew were unobtainable.

It was quite harrowing, and if he thought about the things he was missing he would drive himself to insanity. He hated not knowing. So he had to let it go and never think of it again.

He'd gotten here by following a path opened to him from Voldemort. He'd left Impels body, his new life's existence with the assumption he'd go back to his cozy little hovel in the middle of darkness with Minato at his side. Only to find his husband gone.