"The Norse Dragon?" Why a Norse dragon wouldn't a unicorn's blood or Griffin's wings be better or something like that, if processed correctly under a dark arts potions master, they should do the job, I think?
Perplexed I asked, " Why not unicorn's blood or Griffin's wings, father."
"The Norse Dragon is known to live near the Tree of Life which can most commonly be found in the Nordic countries and Africa, but the ones from Africa are also known as the Guardians as they don't feed on the trees and instead protect them. Now as the Norse dragon feeds on the Tree of Life what do you think would happen?"
"Well, if it keeps on eating the Tree then at the start it would just accumulate magic, miniscule but over time it would start to make their internal magic chaotic and depending on the chaos they would slowly go from pain, to going crazy, to dying?"
"Correct, but also the females choose the ones with more aggression, in other words the ones who have eaten more and have more magic in them so that the future generation's magic capacity can be higher, and it can live longer."
Oh boy there it is again, he'll never be satisfied with anything I say or do. It's never enough. Makes me want to just give up on learning stuff but what can I say, it's magic.
"Now sit there while I finalize everything."
Ah my favourite bed in the entire house, me and that bed have such fond memories I must say, I still remember the time father bonded my muscles with that of minotaur muscles and my whole body was feeling like it had been twisted and I had cramps in places I didn't even know you could get cramps, truly I'm living a blissful childhood.
You know sometimes I think to myself am I even human at this point? But oh well I've been reincarnated into a piece of literary fiction with a crazy father, well he's not my actual dad but if I call him by his actual name he gets well, MAD. I mean that's understandable but he's still a prick, but he's my only way of advancing my magic at the moment, which I need to go back so I can't complain much. Will I live long enough to find a way back to my home world? Probably not, but we try and see where it all goes, fingers crossed.
As I was wondering what sort of crazy pain, I'd be in this time my train of thought was suddenly interrupted "Draco, prepare yourself." he brought a large bowl of blood and suddenly the runes below started to shine in response to it. "Ok now I'm going to seal your all your senses."
"What...?" Before I could even finish asking, he'd finished casting the spell, why does he want me to seal my senses?
The complete lack of sensation was making me feel a bit scared truthfully told, but suddenly I felt something warm enter my body and then pain. It was as if my whole body was burning from the inside and I felt rage, unadulterated rage, it's like I was fighting against myself and then suddenly as if I could see again but in a different manner, I saw my father. I've always held back some of my feelings against him as, well he was quite scary plus ever since I was reborn my mind's been out of sync with my body, so it's been very hard for me to feel any emotions but right now I only felt anger towards him.
I wanted to hit him and then suddenly a large amount of water had gathered in the room, I didn't know how but I knew I controlled it somewhat, so I just let it rip towards him like a mini tornado of water. He looked at me shocked with his eyes widening in surprise, he quickly cast protective charms over himself, so I increased the power at which point it hit him and exploded and he was sent flying to the wall.
At this point I suddenly collapsed to the floor, as I could suddenly hear mother running down the stairs. Last thing I remember was the prick walking up to me and saying "Nicely done Draco. I'm proud of you."
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Bright light entered my eyes as I slowly opened them, the window lay open, and I was lying on my bed. I was still a little groggy, but I could hear voices shouting from the dining room. I picked myself up slowly to better hear what was going on and heard mother and father fighting.
"Have you finally lost it Lucius? Dragon's blood, that too at the age of 3, most families don't do blood bonding till they reach a mental maturity of at least 15 and you've given him dragon's blood at 3!"
"Oh, please stop it. What I did was for his own good, you and I both know he's not a normal child. No normal child starts to speak after a month of being born and certainly there's never been a child who can start reading at 6 months old."
"Don't you dare call him anything abnormal, he's as much as yours a child as mine."
"You've not seen his cold dead eyes like I have Narcissa, the way the child cut open a shrieking rabbit's baby for potions and he didn't even bat an eye. He's supposed to be a be kid but sometimes I think he's the incarnation of Vol..."
Next thing I heard was a loud bang. " You might look up to him but don't dare compare my child to him."
"You crazy woman, you dare..." and with that followed another loud bang which followed a shriek.
I rushed down the stairs to the dining room and saw everything broken about and mother was lying on the floor, I looked at Lucius and felt rage building up again. Did I care about Narcissa? Maybe, I might see her as a nanny, but she reminded me of a time when things were much simpler, my past life.
I wanted to hurt him, so I tried forming the tornado again but instead his arms started to twist so I focused on that, but he resisted and responded with magic of his own which sent me flying. I picked myself up and in some broken pieces of a mirror lying on the ground I saw my eyes were glowing, and that's when I started to fall to the ground as if I lost all power.
Ahhh... bollocks not this again.
