The mind is a powerful gift

I remembered.

The memories crashed over me like waves, each one bringing with it the full weight of what had happened. I had almost burned someone alive. The magical power that had surged through me still lingered like an echo, whispering of what I was capable of.

I'd fallen asleep afterward, and then felt something strange - a prickling sensation in my mind, as if something was calling to me. It felt like an anchor, pulling me toward what seemed like a book in my memories. From that anchor point, I found myself reliving the vision and the events of that night over and over again.

Everything felt wrong. The questions wouldn't stop swirling through my mind: Why had such rage consumed me? How had I wielded such powerful magic without a wand? And most troubling of all - why hadn't I felt any hesitation when I was moments away from killing someone?

I opened my eyes to find myself staring at the wooden ceiling of my bedroom, feeling as if I hadn't slept at all. As I sat up, my door creaked open, revealing Mum standing there. She looked as exhausted as I felt, leaning against the doorframe.

"Felix, we need to talk," she said quietly.

"Sure, Mum."

"Let's sit on your bed."

I watched her settle onto the edge of my bed, I wanted to say something but I found myself unable to form the words.

"Felix, do you know how you got back home last night?" she asked gently.

"You brought me?"

She nodded, then hesitated before asking, "How did you know?"

"Know what?"

"About Louise and her mother. How did you know Louise would almost die yesterday?"

I fell silent, the weight of the vision pressing down on me once again.

"Felix, you have to talk to me."

"Haah," I sighed heavily. "I had a vision of Louise a few years from now. She was thrown into a shed for the night and died."

My mother's shoulders sagged slightly. "Well, at least you got my talent for divination."

"I guess so."

"You broke the Statute of Secrecy," she continued, her voice growing more serious. "You performed magic in front of a Muggle."

"I know."

"Then you know what punishment you would get if this got out."

"Yes, Mother."

"I had to Obliviate Louise's mother, Louise herself is fine."

My head snapped up, eyes meeting hers. "Louise is alive? I thought she was already..."

"No, she was alive - barely, but she was," Mum explained. "Since her mother was Obliviated, I also changed her memories so she'll be a better mother from now on. I did the same to Louise so she wouldn't notice the difference in her mother."

My eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

"I changed her memories a bit so she wouldn't notice the difference."

I wanted to snap at her, to demand she fix it, that she had no right to change someone's memories, but I remained silent instead. The logical part of my mind understood, the part that had experienced what Louise could one day experience - she would have a better life, with a mother who would care for her properly.

"I'm going to go down for breakfast. Come down when you're ready." With those parting words, she left me alone with my thoughts.

After several minutes of staring at nothing, I made my way downstairs. The table was already set with what Dad claimed was a proper English breakfast. My parents sat waiting, trying to act as if this were any normal morning.

"Are you okay with it, Felix?" my mother asked, offering a tentative smile.

"I'm okay with it," I replied, though I wasn't entirely sure if that was true.

"Well then, to cheer you up, how about we go to Diagon Alley for your supplies today?" she suggested brightly.

Despite everything, I couldn't help but grin. "Okay, Mum," I said. "Let's just hope I don't fall ill because of Dad's breakfast."

"Hey kiddo, this is an English breakfast—it's impossible to fall ill because of this," Dad protested, trying to look offended.

I smiled at his words.

Right now, I was feeling like being a muggle would actually be best.

"When do you want to go?" my mother asked, already planning the day.

"Can we go after lunch? I want to take a stroll across the park this morning and get some ice cream from Mr. J," I suggested.

"Sure, have fun," she said warmly.

"Thanks, Mom," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

We ate breakfast with a little banter, then I went back to my room, put on my clothes and trainers, and left for the park. I walked across the streets of London; I even saw a rock but had no want to actually kick it.

It wasn't long before I made it to the park. Yet when I got there, I stopped—a person with short brown hair was also walking across the park alone. Louise.

She turned to look at me. I raised my hand high, and she nodded my way before I began to walk away. Suddenly, I didn't really have an appetite for ice cream.

Yet, I hoped that she would have a better home life now, especially since I was going to leave for Hogwarts soon and I had no clue what would happen to her in that time.

Louise Trina's POV

It was weird—this morning had been like all others. I woke up and had some breakfast with Mom; we even cooked together and had some laughs at being scared after an egg exploded in the oil.

Yet after having breakfast, I had this urge to go to the park for some ice cream from Mr. J. It felt like something was missing, but I didn't mind it. That's when it happened—I saw him. Blonde hair reaching his nape, yellow almost golden eyes, and wearing a white t-shirt with blue pants.

Felix Serendipity.

He was my best friend, someone who I had stayed with through tick and thin, especially when weird stuff had begun happening to him a year ago, yesterday he told me that we wouldn't be able to go to the same high school, I had been sad about it, that my best friend would leave me but now I kind of was fine with it, I still wanted him to stay but not at his own detriment. 

Still, as I looked at him waving at me, I couldn't help but feel as if something was missing. In response to his wave, I nodded my head at him. I was going to go and chat with him for a bit, but then I saw him turn to leave in the opposite direction.

I didn't know why, but I ran after him.

He turned his head, his pupils dilating as he took off.

Did this guy just run away from me?

Challenge accepted.

I ran after him, faster and faster, beginning to close the distance.

"Hey, wait up, you jerk!" I called out, but he just kept on running.

I didn't understand why I was running after him—I just was. Before long, I was in jumping range. I jumped forward, grabbing him by his ankles and pulling him down.

"Ow!" we yelped in unison.

He turned to face me as I still held onto his ankles.

"What are you doing! Running after me like that, you psycho!" he exclaimed, trying to catch his breath.

I was astounded at his words. Me, psycho? He was the one that took off after I began to walk to him.

"You're the psycho! Who takes running like that from your best friend?" I shot back indignantly.

As I said "best friend," I could see a pained expression forming on his face.

"Hey come on, don't give me that look it will be fine," I said wondering how he himself was feeling about the whole leaving me behind situation.

"You're more psycho than me—you chased. Imagine if I did that. I'd be on the news," he said, putting on a newsman face and bringing his hand to his face as if he were holding a mic. "This morning, a ten-year-old goes around chasing after people and pulling them down. See? It's weird."

"You're weird," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Ditto," he replied with a grin.

At one point, I stopped holding his ankles, and we lay next to each other on the grass.

"The Pokemon or the word?" I asked curiously.

"The Pokemon obviously," he answered.

"Really?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"No, not really, Louise. Of course I meant the word," he said with a laugh, though something in his eyes looked sad.

If you want to read ten advanced chapters, you can do so at Patreon.com/JoanjudoStories