Chapter 13
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Chapter 7– Needs Must.
Edited: 16/03/2023
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I open my eyes blearily, unaware of my surroundings and ignorant of where I am or what I am doing? Finally, my eyes are open, but I still can't see correctly. My eyes are too blurry, so I try to move my hands towards my eyes so that I can rub them awake, but I can't. I try again, but my hands can't be moved from my sides. In fact, they seem to be restrained by something that is wrapped around them-
Panicking, I start to shake and wiggle my arms, trying to free them, but I find no reprieve, and the more time I spend trying, the more I realise my situation. I am restrained to a chair and tied to it with ropes obviously cast with an Incarcerous. I try my best to break free with frantic urgency, but I can't break free no matter what.
Finding n purchase with my restraints, I look up to try and find some other means of escape. But instead of taking in my surroundings, my sight is drawn to the insufferable man standing a distance away from me, facing away from me, seemingly in deep thought, ignoring me like he always does.
"You bastard, what do you think you are doing? Release me this instance, now!" I can't help but shout when I see him. my anger bursts out with a fury, and I can't control myself when I see this buffoon galivanting and prancing around with whimsy.
"Hm, oh, you. Just go back to sleep. I can't deal with you right now." He turns around and says when he notices that I am awake, this bastard is once again ignoring me and telling me to go to- wait, wha-
"Stupefy"
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I lower my wand, having cast a Stupefy at the now unconscious form of Digby. D. Digworth, who I had tied to a chair which was coincidentally my only other one, having smashed my other chair when I freed myself.
We are currently in one of my spare rooms, and by that, I mean a room that is fully furnished with Gilderoy Lockhart paraphernalia and portraits. Literally, the walls are fully covered in paintings of me, like some weird collage shrine thing, and you can't even see the wall at all. I don't even know what colour it is.
I picked this room because it was the least with objects, and the fact that he hates me, and I thought it would be fitting for him to be surrounded by moving images of myself. I also didn't want Digby to break out like I did by using his surroundings, so I moved out the few things inside using the levitation spell Wingardium Leviosa.
However, I didn't have time to marvel at my use of magic, still shaken up by what had just happened to me earlier. The fact that this bastard had just waltzed into my house, that this fucking nobody had come through my front door and tied me to my own chair, it infuriates me, but more than that, it scares me.
This man wasn't part of the original seven stories. He was not even mentioned in any part of the seven Harry Potter stories, movies or whatever the hell else was made for this franchise. He was on the same level as one of the nameless wizards that shake Harry Potter's hands in The Leaky Cauldron or one of the countless wizards that roam around the Ministry floor, minor side characters that are so useless that they aren't even named, inconsequential.
And yet here is someone, one of the nameless wizards that have never been mentioned, that just assaulted and captured me inside my own home. Digby. D. Digworth is a pudgy little man short in stature and broad in width. If you saw him in the street, you would ignore him, and he is ultimately someone who would be beneath your notice, yet he has done this to me. So this begs the question if this snake in the grass could reduce me to this state, then what other wizards are out there that could do even worse to me?
People out there that are worse than Digby, like the Death Eaters, of which he was a part or even wizards from other countries that have yet to be affected by Dumbledore's lighthearted views. Not to mention Voldemort himself, who is hundreds of times more terrifying than Digby and a thousand times more powerful.
But then I remember, I have to put it all into perspective. I have to remember that Digby. D. Digworth was not just an ordinary wizard. He was not on the same level as those wizards mentioned in passing. I might see Digworth as a standard everyday wizard, but that is just because I have countless memories of where he worked under me, as my lackey, doing any work for me that I did not want to do. So to me, he was just a regular working wizard.
But he wasn't because that was just his disguise as he tried to acclimate to this world while awaiting the return of his Dark Lord. Instead, Digby was a Death Eater, and not just any Death Eater, but from what he told me while I was tied to the chair, Digby was the Dark Lord's primary torturer, and he tortured countless people during his duration of that occupation, and he was extremely good at it.
The only reason he did not use his vast expanse of skills when it came to him torturing me was that he had a specific plan to take everything I owned after my death. Meaning that there could be no signs of foul play, which was fortunate for me as I didn't have to experience that extreme torture, and I was able to free myself from his clutches. However, that was his mistake because now he is the one in the chair, and I will not be so forgiving, especially after what he put me through and what he could have put me through.
I look towards him apathetically, not feeling anything for him, and that is only because I am implementing my Occlumency to repress my immense rage and anger towards him. After all, if I didn't, I would have already begun wailing on him, and I would have most likely killed him, but I have better plans for him.
Then, turning around, I leave the room and lock it behind me. No need to use magic on it because Digby is tied to a chair in the middle of an empty room with only my face to accompany him. Even if he wakes up, there won't be much he can do. He can just preoccupy himself with my image. I don't care, as I have better things to do before dealing with him.
Standing outside the room, I take a deep breath to calm myself and reorder my thoughts and realign my goals, and then I move towards my living room, taking a seat on my white sofa and focusing deep within and entering my mind, determined to finish what I was doing before the fat tub of lard intruded upon my home. I am going to sort out my mind and properly order everything within and hide that which needs to be hidden and bolden that which should be pushed out for people to see.
And this time, I am not going to half-ass it and make my mindscape composed of the work of others. How can I make the literal form of my mind conform to the creation of another person? It is purely idiotic, and I don't know what I was thinking. To make the manifestation of my mind be the map of some dumb game I played in my last world, I could not possibly trust that. I can only trust what I myself have made, and so I don't care if it takes me years. I will be making every little part of my mindscape down to the smallest atom with the greatest of care.
Now in my mindscape, currently a black void surrounded by bright orbs of light, each signifying one of my memories, I start to concentrate on my first step to creating the ultimate mindscape. Concentrating immensely, I begin to picture exactly what I would like to make and, focusing solely on that, and that alone, I begin to form my creation.
I look down at my newly formed creation, a brick, just a standard brick, but when I developed it, I was thinking about the appearance of a brick, but I imagined it having an unbreakable property, and I can tell that it had some effect when I look at the brick. So again, I concentrate on making a brick, but this time I do it a different way, and once that is formed, I do it again with another method and so o and so forth until I have run out of all ideas on how to create anymore.
Expecting them all closely, I see no faults with it, but I put it to the side for a moment and concentrate on actually making the base of my mindscape. The brick was just a test to see how I could begin to form things and which method was the best. I come to that conclusion by making quite a few copies of those breaks and then smashing them together at intense speed and seeing which one survives, kind of like a tournament, and in the end, my first method comes out on top, forming something while thinking what you want it to be like.
Using that method, I turned my sights to something bigger than just small bricks, and I concentrated on something so much bigger and so much more detailed. It takes me a while, but I am proud of the results, A green meadow full of hills and valleys, with flowers everywhere and even a big lake as well as a bright blue sky with a few fluffy clouds up there though I haven't got around to forming the sun yet.
I jump down into the lake and sink right down to the bottom, but I have no problems breathing, and I am not even wet, and that is because this is my mindscape, and it abides by my rules. Other people would have such problems but not me. So now, at the bottom of the lake, I chose a section of the rocky terrain of the seabed and began to burrow into it, forming a cave inside and burrowing deep into the earth. When I am far enough, I create a doorway, and through that doorway, I start to make a Library.
I make a grand library and fill it with books of fiction from my past life. Then, I just take all my memories to do with watching, binging and reading fiction and entertainment and turn them into books which I place on all of the shelves. There are actually too many that I even have to expand the library further just to fit them. Still, I make sure to not put any Harry Potter related ones in, and I make sure to turn all the technology-related words in the books into the word magic, just in case.
With that done, I create a secret bookshelf at the back, leading to another room where I store my Gilderoy Lockhart memories. The ones that are just general and not really worth anything, I keep them in the form of glass balls like the ones in the department of mysteries, and I store them on various shelves in the room, creating multiple rows. With that done, I make another secret room accessed by pulling one of the shelves on the wall, which removes the back wall.