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A Harry Potter Quest: He who was not

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Ah yes, Jacob won the most in this disaster of a night. Sure, the main cast will now know that things will never be the same again, but Jacob solved a mystery and fought the Dementors to a standstill without getting bitten by a werewolf. Lupin may just exile himself from Britain with Sirius and Harry hopefully they would learn Spanish so they could lay low for maybe throughout the summer and a year or so.

Anyway, another thing I thought about is that while magic and wizards have been there for a long time, a wizarding society fully populated by only human magicals have only been a recent trend since it was really only 4-5 magical generations long. It's still a problem because a lot of wizards are forced to take up roles that parallel muggle society in some areas and Britain seems to have done some things to make Gringotts their only bank for some reason. Sure, Hogwarts in this story may be a place for those new to society or the elite powerful enough to enter Hogwarts' halls since the magic of the school knows who can and will enter. Maybe if we learn Muggle Studies, we can see how Magical Britain's economy works compared to the muggle though a lot of shade may come through he may look closer to the events of his native Spain and how they have been in a rollercoaster of a time with how they're just back in this democracy business and how everything is so decentralized if he looks at muggle news. Then he'll also be intrigued at this whole how replaceable monarchs and elites really are from a lot of sources in Spain which would totally be subversive in Magical Britain because that sounds like disrupting their world order of how cliquish and elitist the country really is. Anyway, even if he doesn't concern himself with muggles, it is always a good time to remind people that magicals and muggles did live side by side before the Statute of Secrecy. Sure, those who lived in the before times can be counted with a hand or two but, the effect of the Statute is wide reaching enough that what basically was creating brand new societies wholesale which could not have left a much more stable world for decades or centuries.
 
I mean, la isla may be possibly one of the better places to they get Asilum, but i wonder of jacob will come with this idea?
 
thefoolswriter said:
Just finished reading and I'm enjoying it hopefully we don't go on a year long hiatus again
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Yeah, that QM is a piece of s***

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Status Update: I got around half of the update done yesterday. Can't say for sure when I can continue on it, but will probably drop the chapter during the workweek. I'll try to stay on a 1-2 update a week schedule, unless I have some extra free time.
 
Tabula Rasa said:
Status Update: I got around half of the update done yesterday. Can't say for sure when I can continue on it, but will probably drop the chapter during the workweek. I'll try to stay on a 1-2 update a week schedule, unless I have some extra free time.
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As a fellow writer I'm constantly blown away by your ability to drop big badass chapters in such a manner.

I feel like it needs to be said, but I'm insanely jealous of your quality AND quantity.

Long story short, thanks for your effort.
 
Yeah this is a really good story, I've caught up on this and also read your Marvel story, and I've really enjoyed both. Jacob especially is a fun character who I relate to as an autistic, sorta non-social person.
 
He have a lot of parallels with tommy no nose trough he is an way better person.
Question is who would be his Watson?
 
@DerHesse @Zioneer @thefoolswriter Thanks for the energy. You guys motivated me, next update comes earlier now. It will drop in the next 30 minutes.

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10.4 June, 1994
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    • [ ] Magic Sense II – You remember feeling the magic of your brothers. There was warmth and familiarity. Underneath your senses there had been something else, waiting to wake. Your ability is starting to take form and get more sensitive. You sense more magic than before around you; it is like a vibrant sensation that fills the surroundings.

    Present Date: 16th June 1994
    Current Wand: Fagus wood, Phoenix feather core

    Th both of you looked like an odd pair, walking deeper into the forest, with the Shrieking shack behind you.

    Your face was covered in scratches and scrapes, with dried blood caked all over your skin. The wounds on your forearms were bleeding again. You had lost your robe and the sleeves of your white shirt were rolled up. The clothes on you were stained with blood and dirt from the chase and fight. But despite your injuries, your first reflex was to try and evade the spell when Professor Snape raised his wand to heal the superficial wounds.

    The tall and thin man pursed his lips when he saw you flinch away at his movement. He had long, greasy black hair and a gaunt, angular face that was watching you attentively. Interestingly enough, he did not cast the spell again. Instead, he took a small vial out of his pocket.

    "Drink this and let us move on quickly," Professor Snape said, handing you the potion.

    You took the vial and examined it. It was filled with a milky white liquid that seemed to glow with a faint, golden light. You opened it and took a sip to immediately feel the healing properties of the potion flowing through your body. The pain in your side, arms, hands and face began to fade - the wounds began to close up. Seconds later, you felt revitalized and energized.

    "This is amazing," you said, looking up at Snape with amazement. "What is it?"

    Snape gave you a deadpan look, and let the empty vial disappear into nothingness with a swish of his wand.

    If you expected an answer, you could be assured that it was not coming.

    The professor was neither attractive, nor was he charming. A hooked nose and thin, pursed lips. But he was holding himself with an air of authority and confidence, that clearly showed a lack of unease for the situation at hand. There was still a werewolf on the lose and a criminal with the ability to jump in time, but except the hint of caution in Snape's eyes it looked as if he was simply walking to his next class of the day.

    You looked at the map again, seeing Pettigrew close in on the border of the map. Soon, only your goggles would keep you on his track.

    "I don't think we can catch up with him while walking, Professor. Maybe we should start running?"

    Instead of quickening his velocity next to you, Professor Snape continued in the leisure pace that he had been going in before.

    "Who taught you to build these, Mr. Basques?" He asked, not taking your comment into account. Your teacher was trying to seem nonchalant about it, but he was studying you intently, trying to understand why you had any knowledge about Alchemy. "The map and the glasses."

    "An old man in my hometown," you said, giving him a non-answer really. You had given him a lot of information while he had been probing you with his mind magic. You felt like that was more than enough sharing for today. "And it helps quite well in following someone," you continued. "But not if we continue moving like turtles that-…"

    Professor Snape nodded once and grabbed your shoulder before you could finish your words.

    With a sudden jolt, everything around you disappeared in a blur of colors and shapes. You felt the familiar sensation of your body being pulled and stretched into different directions. It was like being forced through a tube at high speed, yet also feeling like you were standing still. It was disorienting, and your stomach felt like it had been left behind.

    Just as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and you found yourselves in a completely different location, on a hill overseeing Hogsmeade. A wave of dizziness washed over you, and you stumbled forwards slightly before regaining your footing.

    The map was taken out of your hands by someone, and it took you a moment until you found it levitating in front of Snape, who was studying it. He did not look fazed by the experience.

    "This might be an acceptable point to cut him off," Snape said.

    It felt colder than before here on the hill.

    The map stayed in place, while Snape moved a few steps closer to the forest to your left. His dark eyes were scanning the surroundings, but you couldn't imagine that he was able to see much in the dark.

    "But, we won't be alone for much longer," your teacher added.

    You walked over to the map to have a look yourself. And only then did you see what he was looking for. Remus Lupin was moving into your direction at a very high speed.

    Turning to the town behind you and then to the forest again, you asked yourself if he was smelling you or the townspeople close by.

    A cloud of white air formed when you spoke next.

    "I fought against him a few minutes ago," you said and had the professor turn around at you, not having found anything in the shadows of the forest. His long, black robe moved with him, giving him the look of a vampire.

    This night had it all, huh? Animagi, fugitives, werewolves, vampires, time travelers. It would be hard to raise the stakes now.

    What could heighten the excitement further? Dementors?

    "Before you traveled back in time?" the Professor asked you, while returning to the map again, that was still levitating in place. Pettigrew and Lupin were only a few minutes away now. They were set to arrive at a very similar time.

    What a coincidence.

    "Yes, before…" You answered. But your mind stayed on the information at hand.

    1d100+50 #Detective Roll DC 70 (+Time Echoes) = (93 + 50) 143

    1d100 #Hidden Mechanic Roll DC 90 = 60

    The coincidence.

    Was there actually any event left to pure chance tonight? When every sequence had been either a reaction to something you did or something Pettigrew did? Until this moment you had expected the rat to have no clue about your involvement in the loop.

    The paradoxical form of your own time loop - with a time turner that was not accounted for in his looping information - was integrated perfectly in a way that Pettigrew never got any insights into your existence.

    But what if it was not you sitting in the chair of master manipulator tonight?

    "Professor" you said, your mind racing at a hundred miles an hour. "Do you have any spells to hinder someone from using a Time Turner without fail?"

    Snapes face was pale and lined with wrinkles that folded upwards in reaction to your sudden change in attitude. "I do."

    "And there is no way for someone with Pettigrew's skillsets and a foreign wand that he is carrying to mitigate that?" You asked.

    "What point are you trying to make?" There was annoyance in his voice, but the professor was attentive still.

    "I lost the ability to change the further outcome of these loops when I threw away my Time Turner," you said. "And no matter what I learned afterwards; it wouldn't help me in changing the past again."

    You pointed at the map in front of you, your hand was trembling now and losing color to the cold.

    "A werewolf is coming, and I am very sure that there are Dementors in its wake. Pettigrew planned this here. We are not ambushing him …" you said, seeing realization in your teachers face. "He is ambushing us. And if what you say is true, you may have fought less prepared against him in the past and in return he was able to build in this external help for a last battle to flee."

    You took a deep breath. The air was cold and biting, but your decision was clear.

    "No, you are not going to do that, Mr. Basques." Snape commented on your thoughts before you were able to formulate your next steps.

    Having someone be ahead of you in your own thought process was a surprise, so you stumbled in your next words: "What-… Yes, I have to! That's the only way to solve the situation."

    But the professor dismissed you by simply shaking his head once.

    "I will neutralize the time turner, then I will turn around and put down a wild dog. And afterwards I will take care of the Dementors. There is no need for silly games, Mr. Basques. I won't endanger a child." His statement felt definitive and dismissive. Two things that you did not like when coming from someone that was not you.

    You felt frustration bubbling in you. While you knew that Snape was more than capable of handling the situation, you felt sidelined from the action. You took a deep breath.

    "And you are one-hundred percent sure that you can repeat that in every single cycle against an actor that has probably had enough iterations to look for an out?" There was annoyance, frustration, and anger in your voice, but if you expected your teacher to react emotionally, you were mistaken.

    Snape was calmly looking ahead into the forest again. He did not answer, thinking about the stakes at hand. There were no signs of the incoming enemies yet, but it was getting noticeably colder. Only one or two minutes left now.

    "I fought the werewolf twice already, I can do it again," you said, pushing his decision into a more favorable state of mind. "Do you want to catch Pettigrew or not, Sir?"

    Silence.

    You were ready to fight for it and to escape into the forest yourself if needed. But then, Professor Snape spoke up.

    "How reliably can you produce the Patronus?" He asked you, without turning around.

    "It always works" you stated short and concise. There was an avenue for success here for you. Snape knew that you were right.

    Silence again. The professor was thinking.

    You were sure on your previous assumptions. This was a planned ambush and if you had learned one thing, then it was that you had to create a perfect scenario to beat a time traveler. Pettigrew needed to lose access to the Time Turner before he had any possibility of using it. It didn't matter if you did it with magic or by outsmarting them. Only when access was lost, could you come out ahead against someone with infinite retries.

    And thinking about it … Pettigrew had tricked you in a similar manner in the past. He had forced you out of the time loop by bringing you into a situation where your best answer was to use the tool on Lupin and fall out of the cycles yourself. He had manipulated you into a returning circle of losing against him in the Shrieking Shack.

    The werewolf was not brought into the mix for his old self to escape … it was there for you to lose your Time Turner to it. Pettigrew had been the better chess player.

    But you were not gracious enough as a loser to let it go.

    It still did not answer where your Time Turner had come from originally, but it seemed that some truths had been lost to the endless streams of repetition. What counted now, was to beat the rat once and for all.

    "Can you survive one minute against Lupin, without being bitten?" He asked finally.

    "I can beat him" you said, knowing that you had it in you to repeat it once again, even against an angrier werewolf with a horde of dementors in his wake.

    "I asked you a question, Mr. Basques. I want it answered," his voice was a serious one, his eyes stayed laser focused on the field ahead. You could see some white pigment in the far away distance now. In the dark, it was still impossible to make out the rat that had appeared on the horizon without your goggles.

    You nodded, even though Snape was not looking at you: "Yes, I can."

    And you could almost feel your teacher trying to balance the scale before him; not endangering a student or catching the person responsible for this night. You didn't understand the relationship between him, Black, Lupin and Pettigrew as a child, but you knew that they had been in the same year.

    Maybe that would be enough.

    "The only spell available to never fail in this endeavor will destroy the Time Turner," Professor Snape said. "There is no do over if you get hurt or lose your soul. Are you still inclined to go for it, Mr. Basques?"

    By the time he had finished the sentence, you were already running away from him and into the dark forest. You grabbed the map out of the air and folded it to hide it away in your pocket.

    The last act of the night was going to begin and this time; everything was finally coming to an end. You had no information what the outcome would be.

    And this made you free.


    As you ran into the forest, you came closer to the perfect state of mind that you had experienced inside the Shrieking Shack earlier. You were growing into your capabilities, awakening more of your talents with each forceful encounter.

    The forest around you was eerily silent, making the squishing sound of each of your steps louder, as you ran over the damp ground beneath your feet. The leaves and twigs crunched underfoot. Your hearing became clearer, and you were able to hear the distant hoot of an owl, that had been there before, but too far away for your normal senses to reach. Your breathing was powerful, the pounding of your heart treacherously loud.

    Darkness around you was all-encompassing, the only light coming from the occasional flicker of fireflies and the full moon peeking through the trees, but still, you were able to make out details that would have usually stayed hidden to you. The trees loomed over you, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers trying to grab at you as you defied them.

    Soon enough, you were able to make out the silver frame of the creature you had opposed twice before. This time, you were ready to finish the job.

    The werewolf noticed you just a moment later and came to a sudden halt. The wild movements of his soul went still for a moment of shock after seeing you before a pulse went through it. The fury was like a powerful magic that fueled the body of the beast. The werewolf was here to kill you.

    "Professor!" You shouted over the distance, raising your wand in greeting. There was a smile on your lips. This time it was just about you. Pettigrew was not your responsibility, there were no students to save and no time loop to keep up.

    No one could take this from you.

    Snape had wanted you to create some time, but you would forgive his ignorance this one time. There was no need to buy time, because you had a clear goal in mind: "I am here to defeat you!"

    The werewolf was stationary and howling loudly into the forest in one moment. The very next moment there was an explosion on the ground as he pushed against it with all his magical enhanced power to shoot towards you. It was fast.

    No … more than that. It was for sure the fastest creature you had ever seen. But how often did he think he could surprise you with the same old trick?

    You started running before he did. Not away from the werewolf but towards it instead.

    The forest around you felt alive and malevolent, as if it was trying to swallow you whole. But it could not. Nothing could.

    You could feel everything at once; the movement of clothes on your skin, the dried blood on your body, the weight of the map in your pocket. The air was chilly, and the goosebumps on your rising skin was like a countdown for soon to arrive Dementors.

    But all of those were a faint sensation compared to the ecstasy you felt rush through your body the moment you were able to feel the magic around you.

    One step on ground. The werewolf put his head down, preparing to ram into you soon.

    You felt the magic in your wand, the magic in your blood, you felt the magic inside your soul, and you felt the powerful magic inside the beast before you.

    One step on air. The werewolf was now close enough that you could not evade him to the sides, his arms were outstretched, ready to catch a movement to the left or the right.

    Another two steps upwards and time went by slower for half a second as you jumped upwards, turning your body up and over the werewolf. His claws hit empty air below, when you moved your wand, pointing it right at its head from above.

    "Flipendo."

    Your charm was not the most powerful one, nor was it particularly dangerous, but it was an alright weapon when confronted with an enemy that preferred to use so much momentum. It was like a hammer being swung down by a giant. The head of the beast was rammed into the ground before the rest of the body followed.

    The transformed professor crashed, throwing moss and earth into the air around the both of you.

    His hands hit the ground at the same time as the head did. You saw the movement and raised your wand, still in the air above him. Before you had the time to fall on the werewolf, it threw itself around with a terrifying fast reaction.

    "Protego!" You shouted in time. The werewolf jumped up like an out-of-control bunny and crashed against your shield.

    You had never been a quidditch fan, but you might have to revisit that stance after tonight. When you came back from a second long blackout, you found yourself high up in the air above the tallest trees, having been pushed upwards by an unbearable force. Your shoulders and arms hurt. The muscles felt tense, but the rest of your body felt very light.

    You were still flying upwards slowly when your feet started moving on their own. You caught yourself in the upwards movement and stepped on solid air below you, pushing yourself up one stair, then another and then another, flipping yourself around your own axis until your head was pointed straight down at the werewolf below you.

    The smile on your face had disappeared. Now it was a toothy grin, instead.

    Did he not understand that you were the superior being in this part of the forest?

    "Expecto Patronum!" You said as you started your descend, gravity pulling you down again. Lobo appeared in a flash, shining bright on the the world around you. The white wolf was looking down at the black wolf just like you were. As you fell into the Patronus, it started to move, knowing your command without the needs for words.

    You were engulfed by the bright light of the giant wolf that had accompanied your ancestor thousands of years before.

    For the werewolf below, it was like the apparition of a hellish being. A bright wolf falling from the sky, attacking in unison with its enemy inside it.

    You did not see the beast jump to catch you halfway, but you felt its magic move.

    "Protego!" You said in time for the collision.

    The werewolf jumped against a solid wall in midair, before losing its momentum and falling back to the ground. The beast had crashed into your shield at an angle, slowing your fall significantly and pushing you to the side.

    Its eyes stayed on the large white wolf above it, but by the time it had caught its footing, you had climbed down enough to start your assault.

    "Lapifors." You said and pointed at its right leg. "Enough with the jumping around." And while you were sure that you could not complete an entire transformation, you were able to cripple one of its legs. The black fur, turned into white fluffy hair as it shrank right before your eyes into the leg of a bunny.

    You ran around the beast onto its left side. It tried to follow your movement, but it was already much slower than before. Once its attention had completely disappeared from your Patronus, Lobo disappeared from above into nothingness.

    "Glacio." The spell was focused on the left leg, trying to freeze it to the ground. The werewolf tried to move towards you but lost its footing and crashed down. Only then realizing that it had one leg that was significantly shorter than the rest.

    "Flipendo!" The werewolf fell to the side.

    It tried to move up again.

    "Wingardium Leviosa." It lost its footing again, trying to navigate the air like a lost puppy. Your wand movements did not come to a stop, one spell went into the next one, a fluent movement creating a natural chain. "Flipendo." The werewolf was thrown back violently, without footing to fight the push.

    "Lapifors", a stone below was transformed into a single bird, that rammed itself into one of the beasts' eyes from below. Then another forceful push. Levitation to pull him closer and up. Then a drop and another spell to a leg to transform it into a bunny leg.

    The wild and angry howls changed into whining slowly. The aggressiveness into defensive movements as the werewolf tried to find any kind of footing in your onslaught of spells.

    "Wingardium Leviosa," you said once more and brought the werewolf into levitation. It stayed in the air, a short distance away from you. You knew that it could fight the spell, but its resistance had been breaking down with every spell. Now, it just stayed in the air, hoping for you to stop.

    You looked into the beasts' eyes.

    And then you dropped it.

    One minute had passed. There was no Professor Snape around yet, but a werewolf stood across from you that had lost two legs and was leaning backwards, trying to stand still.

    By now the air around you was making your skin feel numb. You did not need to turn to your left to know that the dementors were in reach, joining your squabble. Your eyes stayed on Lupin instead.

    The beast kept its eyes on you.

    You did not look away.

    Then it moved its head to your left and back to you again. Then the werewolf retreated, moving backwards. You would not know if it had done so because of your fight or because of what it had seen to your left, but it did not matter. The beast stumbled, limited by only two functioning legs, and was then forced to turn around and run away.

    You kept your attention on the werewolf for a few more seconds, until it started to disappear deeper inside the forest. Then, you calmly turned to the left the werewolf was fleeing from.

    There, breaking through the trees, you could see the dementors now, their hooded figures levitating without a care for gravity and natural laws. The chill was seeping into your bones when the visions started, but you closed your mind to it.

    Perenelle's soft words did not reach your heart.

    The dementors were shrouded in darkness, their twisted, hooded forms seeming to suck the very light out of the air as they moved closer. Looking at them through your goggles, their cloaks were black voids, but their faces … their faces …

    A Dementor's face, was mostly hidden by their deep hoods, but you had seen them before. You remembered what their ugly heads with those empty eye sockets looked like. You had seen them with their thin, scabbed skin.

    But these creatures in front of you had nothing of the sort. Your goggles showed you the real creatures behind that façade.

    Ten more dementors joined the ten that were closing in. Then another ten that emerged out of the darkness behind. The wand in your hand did not move.

    Your goggles allowed you to see the other world, the place between the here and the there. While no one had ever successfully documented anything about the other world, there were some hints about the in-between. It was the place of ghosts and souls. It was the place of dementors and soul-snatchers also.

    They seemed to be coming more quickly now; rattling breaths and a taste of despair filled the air, as the first row of them was closing in on you. The closest of the dementors was tall and lean, but you were captivated by his eyes. You were able to see his face, the complexity of his pained expression.

    In this very moment, you learned something that had stayed a mystery to most of the wizarding world for centuries. You understood the creation of Dementors because in their eyes and faces you saw humans.

    You felt a wave of cold wash over you, the temperature dropping further as the Dementors drew near. The first of them was almost by your side, when he opened his mouth. He was crying in anguish, wanting for nothing more than to end its miserable life, but it was moving out of necessity. The missing void inside their hearts needed filling. It was pushing them forwards.

    Your wand did not move.

    Instead, you looked at the horde of dementors to its right and left, trying to memorize each and every face.

    This was similar to what they had done with you.

    You had been something like these Dementors almost fourteen years ago. Not of them, but similar in idea. And the Flamels had used you as a tool. They had taken countless victims that had trusted them and threw their souls to fuel you like wood to a campfire. And in the process, you had devoured them. You had eaten the souls to create the thing that was inside you.

    Because there was only one thing you tried not to look at with the goggles on your eyes. You tried not to look at the thing inside you that was still feeding on souls of the innocent. Even after all these years, you had not stopped growing by devouring them.

    So, when you saw these creatures in front of you, you could not help but try to memorize all their faces. Because for you, tonight, they represented the victims of your creation.

    "One day," you said and finally raised your wand. The mouth of the Dementor right in front of you was wide open, trying to pull the soul out of your face. It had begun its kiss. "I will release all of you and end your pain."

    "Expecto Patronum."

    The Patronus reappeared to shield you from the dementors. The wolf howled in rage, but the night stayed silent. Its scream either caged in a different dimension or in a time long gone. And then the most curious thing happened. While the dementors turned as one, trying to flee from Lobo, their faces changed for the first time. Their expression was not a pained one, but instead you could see them soften. Even though their bodies contorted in pain, they were smiling.

    "I swear it," you whispered.

    You stood there as they disappeared into the dark forest; your wolf ready to hunt them to the very end of the world if it needed to be. For a long minute, you just stood there watching the dark.

    There was resolve in your heart.

    But also, sadness.

    The chill in the air dissipated and the visions in your mind cleared. You lowered your wand and took a deep breath. You heard steps behind you, but you had felt his magic from a long distance away. Tonight, your senses were sharp.

    "Impressive, Mr. Basques," your teacher said. "You are unable to follow the most basic of instructions."

    You turned around to see Professor Snape standing a few feet away, watching you with a look of intrigue on his face. He was holding a familiar silver object in one hand and a tight grip around a seemingly dead rat in the other hand.

    You shrugged, still trying to process everything that had just happened. "I don't know, I just felt like winning right now," you replied. "No need to hold out for a hero, Sir."

    Snape looked at you for a moment longer before nodding, a miniscule movement of his lip hinted towards a smile that he directed at the rat in his hand "We should go, then. I look forward to waking the mouse" he said.

    Snape then added: "I sent message to the headmaster, before leaving the castle. He should be returning soon."

    You nodded and put your wand back into your pocket. As you walked over to your teacher, you couldn't help but feel a sense of finality.

    "Sir?" You asked when he reached out for your arm.

    Snape looked down at you but said nothing. He did not start the apparition, giving you room to state your mind.

    "Thank you," you said and looked at the rat. "For catching him."

    Snape nodded and without a further word, you were pulled through a tight tube again. This time you did a step forwards, copying his movements from earlier. One moment the two of you were nowhere to be seen, the other moment you were in front of the gate entrance of the castle surroundings, walking in a slow pace towards it.

    As you moved, you put down your goggles and invited the natural light of the night into your eyes. A few moments passed, in which you simply walked towards the castle, your eyes directed at the ground before you as you kept to your mind. The professor broke the silence first.

    "That was very impressive, Mr. Basques," he said. You did not look up at him, but you knew that he was not looking at you either.

    Even though you had lost your smile since the event with the dementors, let it be known that it was Severus Snape who made you smile again.

    How could you not, when you heard a sentence that no other student had ever heard before?

    "Five points to Ravenclaw."

    1d100+81 #Jacob Attack I (+Time Echoes) = (57 + 81) 138

    1d100+70 #Werewolf Defense I (-10 Malus) = 73 + 70 143

    1d100+80 #Werewolf Attack I (-10 Malus) = 52 + 80 132

    1d100+96 #Jacob Defense I (+Time Echoes) = (84 + 96) 180 -> Lupin is hurt



    1d100+81 #Jacob Attack II (+Time Echoes) = (63 + 81) 144

    1d100+65 #Werewolf Defense II (-15 Malus) = (64 + 65) 129 -> Lupin is hurt



    1d100+80 #Dementor Horde Attack I = (52 + 80) 132

    1d100+96 #Jacob Defense II (+Time Echoes) = (64 + 96) 160

    1d100+60 #Werewolf Defense I (-20 Malus) = (79 + 60) 139



    1d100+81 #Jacob Attack III (+Time Echoes) = (2 + 81) 83

    1d100+50 #Dementor Horde Defense I = (22 + 50) 72



    1d10 #Interesting Things = 3
    10 4 — Postimages

    + 400 EXP

    + 10 Time Echoes

    New Action unlocked:     A daring Heist, preparation: The Slaughter of Dementors (5 Actions needed, multiple actions can be allocated to reduce the counter) – Azkaban, the infamous wizarding prison, has always been a symbol of fear and oppression. The prison, located on a remote island in the North Sea, is said to be inescapable and guarded by the soul sucking Dementors. But you, determined to rid these monsters of the horrors they have been enslaved to, will not let any of that stop you. You will infiltrate the prison and eliminate every Dementor within its walls. But first, comes a lot of preparation. You will need some new spells tools and a strong stomach for the Dementors' presence. And you will need a method to kill these beasts. All of these you will draft out during this preparation event. There will be additional actions needed to learn and build some of these. (Unlocks special event to break into Azkaban.)


    A long night behind, a little bit more to do for the rest of the month:

    Vote 1:
    While you have absolutely no worries about the exams, there is still one thing on your to do list, that you wanted to ace: The yearly Dueling Tournament. Do you want to allocate Time Echoes? The first counting for me will be No vs Yes. If there are more total votes for TE spent, then I will take the highest voted plans out of those!

    [ ] I can beat these children easily – No Time Echoes spent.

    [ ] I might want to be focused – Use [X] TE for the duelling Tournament


    Vote 2:
    You have one Random Encounter planned for this month. Do you want to keep it like this (I will roll for what happens then) or do you want to use it to visit Harry in the infirmary?

    [ ] Did you not understand that this is my story? – Do not visit Harry Potter, keep the Random Encounter.

    [ ] Two outcasts meet up. – Exchange the Random Encounter for visiting Harry Potter in the infirmary.


    Vote 3:
    [ ] Level up – Chose how to spend your two new Attribute Points.
     
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    • [X] Two outcasts meet up. – Exchange the Random Encounter for visiting Harry Potter in the infirmary.

    [X] Level up – Chose how to spend your two new Attribute Points.
    -[X] +2 Empathy
     
    The framing of Vote 1 is interesting -- I tend to interpret spending Time Echoes as going above and beyond, extra effort beyond all reasonable measures, as it were, but the wording of the vote kind of runs counter to that, where spending Time Echoes is the baseline for giving the tournament your focus.

    Tentatively, I say smoke em if you've got em, but not too many.

    Re: Visiting Harry, it just seems right to do so. We kind of showed up out of nowhere, took charge of the whole situation, and resolved it. Just disappearing into the night after doing that is a bit silly.

    And we need ourselves some Empathy this time yesterday. I've heard all of the arguments for just leveling it up with our actions, but I honestly think it's worth it to just spend the attribute points.

    Also, will our Empathy +2 if it wins take effect before we visit Harry in the infirmary, @Tabula Rasa? Could be useful. ;)

    [X] I might want to be focused – Use 2 TE for the duelling Tournament

    [X] Two outcasts meet up. – Exchange the Random Encounter for visiting Harry Potter in the infirmary.

    [X] Level up – Chose how to spend your two new Attribute Points.
    -[X] +2 Empathy
     
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    [X] Level up – Chose how to spend your two new Attribute Points.
    -[X] +2 Creativity

    Otherwise Jacob will be stuck in a lot of the things he will need to move forward in his investigations and adventures. Because the difficulty is only going to go up.
     
    [X] Level up – Chose how to spend your two new Attribute Points.
    -[X] +1 Intellect
    -[X] +1 Creativity

    [X] Level up – Chose how to spend your two new Attribute Points.
    -[X] +2 Creativity

    We can train Empathy, and should.

    We are unlikely to succeed on Intellect or Creativity training rolls.

    [X] I might want to be focused – Use 2 TE for the duelling Tournament
    [X] Did you not understand that this is my story? – Do not visit Harry Potter, keep the Random Encounter.
     
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    [X] Two outcasts meet up. – Exchange the Random Encounter for visiting Harry Potter in the infirmary.

    [X] Level up – Chose how to spend your two new Attribute Points.
    -[X] +2 Empathy

    [X] I can beat these children easily – No Time Echoes spent.
     
    [X] I might want to be focused – Use 2 TE for the duelling Tournament

    [X] Two outcasts meet up. – Exchange the Random Encounter for visiting Harry Potter in the infirmary.

    [X] Level up – Chose how to spend your two new Attribute Points.
    -[X] +2 creativity

    So we impressed Snape that's surprising
     
    [X] I can beat these children easily – No Time Echoes spent.

    [X] Two outcasts meet up. – Exchange the Random Encounter for visiting Harry Potter in the infirmary.

    [X] Level up – Chose how to spend your two new Attribute Points.
    -[X] +2 Luck

    Luck is the only one we can't train. I'd say keep raising it.
     
    [X] I can beat these children easily – No Time Echoes spent.
    [X] Two outcasts meet up. – Exchange the Random Encounter for visiting Harry Potter in the infirmary.
    [X] Level up – Chose how to spend your two new Attribute Points.
    -[X] +2 Luck

    In order, seems a bit frivolous to use time echoes on the dueling, I'm curious how Harry's taking his hairiness, and I refuse to spend attribute points on stats that are below 6. So either Luck or Luck and Intellect.
     
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