What happens to wizards who use magic to mess with time and space? Well some say they go mad with power.
The wizarding world has time magic under a tight lock and key for a reason.
Those who use it too much become scattered.
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Meet Emry Osiris...
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Chapter 2
I was currently sitting in Dumbledore's office. He had offered me a fresh uniform as I hadn't had a new one in over a decade.
After I was forcibly administered a calming drought, they brought me here. My mind was blank. It wasn't so blank that no thoughts could occur, but I am a lot less erratic. I feel calm.
I sat in a chair in front of Dumbledores desk, legs crossed and arms folded. The room was silent.
The whole situation in the infirmary wasn't my best moment, but given the circumstances, I saw it as a appropriate reaction.
I was currently waiting for the headmaster to return with my school trunk and wand. I guess the school kept it all in storage all these years. It's weird that my parents never came to pick it up.
Maybe it was too hard for them to come to terms with it. But nonetheless, I was very excited to send a message home to them.
I was still trying to wrap my head around how I could have possibly ended up in this situation. I also kept asking myself, why me?
I'm nothing too extraordinary. I may come from a great wizard name, but me as an individual am not worth entrapping for 15 years. I could not think of a proper motive.
When I try to think of the night I was rescued, all I could muster up was a cold sensation that wrapped around my body.
I swear I could have remembered more. It's like it's at the edge of my mind but I can't quite reach it.
"This seems to be everything I could find in the room of requirements. I'm having a couple house elves do a deeper search and if they come across anything else, they'll deliver it to you" Dumbledore said, my school trunk and a few boxes were floating behind him.
I stood up and went to my trunk. I brushed my hand across it, wiping off the thick layer of dust. On top was the slytherin crest and my name scrawled under it. Emry Osiris.
I opened the trunk. All of my things were neatly packed away. My robes, books, and even my quills and parchment. On top of it all was was my wand. I slowly picked it up. It was a weird feeling, pikcing it up again. To me it was only 24 hours ago since i had used it. But to the wand, its been a lifetime. I could feel the power surging through my hands and all through my body. It was like I was 12 all over again in Olivanders.
