All plans ruined by my own Aunt I

I opened my eyes to a pleasant darkness, woken by the rhythmic howls of the wind and the divergent calls of nocturnal creatures. I slowly tilt my head to look past the crib's frame, and focused on the closed rosewood doors with thin silvers of light peeking through it's cracks.

I raise my arms, or at least I tried to. All my muscles seemed to not work properly. I try to kick straight up but my leg muscles wanted to move sideways as well. I ended up making weird circles in the air with my feet. When my leg falls to the side, I follow suit as well and lay on my side. It appears that as an infant, I have no control over my movements. This situation is quite. . . nettlesome...

Very well such is life, I need not move now anyways. I still have eleven more years to plan my movements and plot against the dark lord. My first mission will be to improve my muscle coordination and speech elocution. My stomach growls and I jolt at the striking pain that passed through it. I'm starving but I do not wish to bother my already tired mother. . . Ill just sleep it off.

I closed my eyes and prepared to fall into a light slumber, but then the sound of the old wooden doors creaking open alerted me. Did father notice my hunger and bring me milk? ... No, that's highly implausible! Well... It couldn't be an elf, they wouldn't dare make a sound when bringing me my food. I also doubt it would be my mother. She should surely be bedridden for the nest couple of days, and it has only been a few hours.

I peeked through one eye and scaned the figure that dared enter my room in the middle of the night. The figure was a tall, beautiful woman with long, thick, shining black hair. She had thin lips, dark, heavy-lidded eyes, and a strong jaw. She had the classic 'great good looks' and arrogant bearing common for members of the House of Black. Who else could it be but my aunt, Bellatrix. But why was she here?

'Silencio'

!? This cant be good. There's no use calling for my parents now.

I lay frozen in my crib, my heart beating faster and stronger with every step she takes closer to me. She leans over and carries me in her arms - scanning me over with her eyes.

I felt a sharp jab into my head. Legilimency? I can't make her suspicious. I can't just bounce off her legilimency I need a distraction. Or a diversion.

If I divert her into a false room within my mind, she won't be able to see anything; I divert her into a newly created room, it was dark and empty, completely void of any memories except for the memories of just a few hours ago, when I was born. This should be enough.

Psychotic woman, jabbing into the mind of an infant. A regular infant would immediately become permanently mentally damaged you know?! What would you do if I was not an occulumence? A quizzical expression appears on her face but it is soon replaced by a pleased and delighted one.

"We finally meet my nephew but now I need to take you somewhere safe, somewhere protected, far far where he can't kill you; After all,-"

I could only watch horrified as her comforting smile morphs into a slightly psychotic ghost of a smile.

"How will you be able to serve the Dark Lord if you're dead?!"

Someone help! Get me away from this psychotic woman! I thought mother said that she only turned crazy after coming back from Azkaban? But then why-?!

! . . . did-? did I bring back more from the future than myself? However, this Bellatrix seems far too young and more sane. . . (maybe)... than her future self. Though. . . I, myself have turned into an infant - There's only one way to make sure.

'Legilimency'?

But using amateur legilimency on a well trained legilimence? There is a great chance she would detect it and immediately kill me. No, I can't use it on her. But how else can I look for clues?. . .

Maybe if I examine her soul? If she came from the future then she would have an older soul in comparison to her younger body - I think. But will I even recognize the difference? Souls are complex energies that vary per individual, and in some instances they may even have multiple colors. . . Should I still try?

I never tried it before on another wizard. Uncle Severus only instructed me on the basics of attaining soul eyes. I've been training for several years but I only managed to see the bare minimum amount of color. A very small semi-transparent ball of light in their heads.

Although, by doing this, there is a large chance I would fail and just waste my magic reserves, The situation calls for it and what do I have to lose?

I close my eyes and meditate for a few seconds. Calling on my magic, I directed its flow towards my eyes. It took quite some time for me to master this - as since young I have only been directing it at my fingertips.

It was like writing with your right hand for your entire life and then being told to write with your left. You know how to write all the letters and words, but they turn out to look more like scribbles than actual words. You would need to continuously practice it, to get it right.

At first, I focused the bare minimum amount of magic that I used to use until I realized that it was not enough at all. The capacity of my magic has reverted back to when I was an infant! Letting out a tired sigh, drained from all the disappointments I have encountered within the last few days, I decide to focus all of my magic on my eyes and was finally able to see her soul.

/for those who do not know: Occulumency is not the same as regular magic, it is mind arts. I think . . . So it does not consume much or any magic./

It had the regular size of a soul but it is fractured and looks extremely fragile. Professor Snape told me about this once. Murder can cause the soul to fracture, but. . . no, I don't think that is it.

My eyes are starting to sting and burn but I have to find the reason why. I look for anything even slightly off and I found it. It was a thread thin, a

foot long, and a shade darker than the rest of her soul. I did bring back to the past more than just me.

I'm sure that thread thin piece of soul was from the future and it is causing her present soul to be unstable. After all, it doesn't belong there. But. . . is there even a way to take even a 'part' of the soul out of the body without death? Wait - why was it only her soul that was affected by the 'time-travel', did her soul latch onto me when she died because I was her blood relative or. . . something? Unless . . . it wasn't only her's??? No... that doesn't make any sense. I'm just making up things now...

But... If there were truly are more souls that had been affected by this strange phenomenon... this can't be good.

My eyelids are becoming heavier. I used too much magic. But I can't sleep now. If I sleep - - - if I. I can't keep my eyes open anymore. Why do babies need so much sleep?! I need to stay awake but I can't.

My mind turns blank, as my breathing falls into a steady rhythm. I new I couldn't fight it so I let sleep take over.