3 Years Later
*Saturday 12 May 1991*
The past three years have been hectic. Learning new knowledge, trying to hatch the damned egg, keeping in touch with Hermione and playing sports.
Honestly sports was my favorite time of the day. Either cricket at the MCC academy, or football and cricket in the park. I'm decent at football, 'stick to cricket' is a term I hear quite often. I can't shoot for shit. I can pass up to other players perfectly fine, it's just the act of getting the tiny ball into the pesky goal that eludes me. The amount of times I've hit the cross bar or the posts is becoming annoying. I play midfield, the kids at the park are happy to have me play that position, as long as I don't encroach on forward positions.
Cricket is my favourite. A right arm fast, and left handed middle order batsman. If everything goes well, I have a shot at the U13 and U15 teams. U19 is a bit harder, but I would still like to give it a go. Magic isn't the be all end all of the world. There is an entire world's worth of things to do and experience. Things I couldn't do in my last life, I will do now. Racing cars, flying aerobatic planes, becoming a fighter pilot. I'll give it a red hot fucking go, if it's not meant to be then so be it. At least I tried.
I have been doing calisthenics. Simple running, jumping, climbing and body weight exercises. I have given Sirius a few scares by pulling a batman. I just climb up high somewhere, and hide. Then say something like "how the mighty have fallen". This first time I did it I nearly gave Sirius a heart attack.
I wanted to practice martial arts earlier than I did in my past life. I had the mental memory, just the muscle memory was not there. The feeling when practicing punches and kicks was not there. I want to get that feeling back before I move forward with more strict practice. Katas, forms and patterns are out of the picture for now. Simple punches, kicks and stances. I started with shotokan karate in my last life, I'll continue with that. The foundation needs to be strong, adding Muay Thai and other combat oriented martial arts too early will only hinder me later on. Yes combat oriented martial arts. MMA is for sport. Karate, Muay Thai, Krav Maga is for war. Fight someone trying to stab you, you'll see what I'm talking about.
*Sunday 30 June 1991*
It has been 3 years since I got the damned egg. Everyday I inject as much magic as I possibly can into it. The incubator, has changed settings several times. There is no rotten egg smell, in fact every now and then the egg starts to levitate for a few seconds before dropping back into the incubator. There is life in the thing, it just won't hatch. The egg is now the size of a football. I could've started a dragon farm in all this time. Me and my stubbornness.
Whatever.
With Sirius' help I have gotten a decent handle on potions and herbology. I have no interest for magical plants. I'm not completely hopeless, I can tend to them and grow them as per instructions. It's just that at the time of harvest, they are slightly sub-par. The potions made using those ingredients turn out alright, but leave a lot to be desired.
I can brew most potions adequately, I want to improve in this area. Used correctly potions can do wonderous things. An untraceable explosive, a way to extract information, a slow acting, untraceable poison. A healing potion like in games, a potion to recover one's magic, an so on. It is a very useful discipline to master.
Phones and internet honestly take up so much of your time it's not even funny. Due to having nothing else to do when I get home I have made a lot of progress with the cultivation technique described in the Truth of Magic. It's like starting a carburetor engine on a cold day. It takes a while but once it gets going, just wait for it to warm up and go. Similarly I had difficulty feeling my Magic flow. casting with Samael's Glory was actually of no help. It amplifies my magic 100x. I was using so little magic it was not possible to feel it flow for a beginner like me. It's a proper wand. The wands being sold now are rubber training rifles, while I have a .50cal machine gun. I got a wand made from Gregorovitch. Blackthorn and Ebony, Basilisk tooth core, 13 inches, unyielding. It was utter crap compared to Samael's Glory, but necessary for learning and growing my magic. It set me back 50 galleons.
Casting with it, I could feel something push and pull inside my arm. the more spells I cast the more familiar I became familiar with the sensation. I was also draining my magic faster than before. Whereas I could cast for a few hours with SG. It was only 10-15 minutes initially. Now it's back to a few hours. I just practiced my Patronus charm. It's just a mist for now, but I can see faint outlines of a large bird. Perhaps and eagle of sorts. I still don't understand what I lack to make it corporeal.
Tupac said "Revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting pussy."
Been there done that. So I don't understand what I'm lacking.
*Wednesday 31 July 1991*
The day is over cast and it has been raining for the past few days. There is light rain for the day. Happy Birthday to me.
Hermione sent me some chocolate confectionary. I met up with her a few months after settling in with Sirius. She for all intents and purposes is a normal witch. Well as normal the embodiment of the Abyss can be. She has a massive magical reserve. All she has is a basic INVENTORY. It simply stores things for her. I found I can link our inventories to each other. We can now send and receive things without having to meet up or use letters/owls. Through our link she sent me pastries and a cake.
I wrote a letter thanking her, and sent her half of the cake, along with a few interesting books on enchanting. She has a fascination with charms and enchanting things. Honestly sometimes she gives me mad-scientist vibes. Honestly who thinks of turning a pen into a laser gun? I should not have had her watch spy films. Now she is obsessed with creating an artificial bird to spy on her enemies.
Lord Murphy, is a bigger star in the wizarding world than little-old-me. There is a weekly column in the Quibbler on what our Lord and Savior did that week. With high definition moving pictures. Mainly pictures of him looking regal or diabetically cute. Due to Lord Murphy, black cats and kneazles are in high demand.
Sirius and I had a small party. House Bones, House Longbottom, House Tonks, Remus Lupin, and a few aurors from Sirius' work, were the invites, most notorius among which was Allister Moody. Sirius is noe reinstated into the aurors ranks. He practiced his ass off to get the hit wizard licence. Moody and Sirius are now working to unravel the death eater network.
Remus Lupin now lives in Ireland. He's the caretaker for one of the Black properties. It was on his own request. He's setup a furniture business as well a small brewery. I suspect that is what he really wanted to do all his life. He sends a barrel of ale every now and then, meaning his stuff is in high demand. It's good stuff as well. Lightly hopped, with notes of honey.
I know because I get 50 barrels a month at my pub.
Yes, I own a pub. Or rather my alter ego does. I am an absentee pub landlord. I hire 'staff' to run the establishment. It has 7 floors. 3 above grade, 4 below. It's build at the sight of a ww2 anti-aircraft emplacement. The underground shelter came with the property. Well after a liberal use of confundus and compulsion charms it did.
A little side note, don't use dark magic in downtown London. It's not worth the harassment by the aurors. So no Imperius or Crucio. Avadea Kedavera is still feasible, but really not worth the risk.
Sex, drugs, violence, we have it all. Samantha runs the escort service. She's got about 60 bitches. Makes me roughly £10,000 a month. We take care of our product. Victoria was sadly injured in a gang war for control of Hyde Park. I would've given her another ring to run. A stabbing and broken legs had taken the fight out of her. She's the one who runs the pub on the legal side of things. Don't get me wrong, she's not a pushover by any means. Just she wants nothing to do with hoeing and hoes. Since it was kind of my fault for getting her into this mess, I employed her to run the legal side of things.
The drugs flowed faster and heavier than ever in the British Isles. Simply using magic, my INVENTORY and a bit of planning, I had eliminated my overhead. Weed, coke, heroin, opium, hashish, etc. It made me about £2,000,000 a month. Most of which was invested in legal assets. Stocks, bonds, real estate. I used vampires and muggleborn rejects. All under a magically binding contract of course. Samantha and Victoria also signed one, they were also magically bound to me as my servants. Once a hoe always a hoe, I'm not taking any risks. Now if any of Samantha's bitches get out of line, it's up to Samantha and her enforcers to handle the bitch.
The vampires are expanding my drug trade, in return I supply them blood. They get their cut and 500mL of blood everyday. They are more loyal to me than their own Progenitors and Lords. A meeting with the Blood Lords in Romania has led to a fruitful partnership. My operations will slowly expand in continental Europe. The discrimination against muggleborns and magical creatures will be the purebloods undoing.
There is another operation on the magical side. Forgotten Knowledge. Any and all texts tomes and information not commonly found that is brought to me will be rewarded. I know for a fact that the Vatical has an underground vault of magical texts. There must be more around the world. There is also a vault under the acropolis. The Sphinx in Egypt also has a hidden entrance.
I will get to them eventually.
A disappointing fact I found while setting up my criminal empire was that only the Dursley's had every single penny taken from them. Other people I have eliminated, only give me what's on their person. It is very annoying. I had to spend a month going around London killing wannabe pimps and crack whores in order to collect enough fund to buy the pub. The subsequent power struggle was what set me off. I sent Sirius off to lala-land with a stupendo, and for two weeks straight, I went after the fuckers that attacked Victoria. She's my bitch now. I do whatever I want with her, and your bitch as well, punk bitch. I had to kill quite a few teenage boys who thought they were hard. I didn't use magic. Just a bowie knife. Now I am free to gallivant around London as I please. Sending a message early on very important.
Tomorrow I will send a gentle reminder. His daughters burnt and mangled body should be enough. The autopsy will show she was brunt alive. fucker thinks just because I didn't do shit in 2 years he can push my boys around. The good thing is he has 2 other kids. Either he smartens the fuck up, or gets his whole family fucked up. His bitch is with some of my boys. He sends me £5,000,000 and a letter of apology, by next week or I send parts of her to his house every day.
Pimpin' ain't easy.
*00:00 Thursday 1 August 1991*
A black egg the size of a football starts to shake. The owner had injected all his magic a few hours ago.
Several minutes later a oversized chick covered in slime breaks out of the shell. Seeing as his master is asleep, it also falls asleep. It appears in his masters' dreams. The bond of master and familiar is established.