Chapter 7: An Unexpected Journey

Chapter 7: An Unexpected Journey

27th August 1989, New York City, New York

Waking up after the merging was surreal. I'm still Morgan, yet I am also Jasmine. I feel good, I feel complete. It's like we were always meant to be one person, and I can feel my mind clearing as I go through Jasmine's memories. Boy, did she have a miserable life. I can see the memories from her birth to her accident. James and Lily seem like great parents to be honest. You know, until Lily had a mental breakdown and James was convinced to send away his daughter. New novel chapters are published on

Funnily enough, I checked the memory of Voldemort's attack. Yep, he looks like a snake had sex with a vampire and of course he hit me with the killing curse. Why can't things be simple? Now, I'll have to deal with him myself which is something I really can't be bothered to do. In term of memories, the last few days before Jasmine was sent to the Dursleys are fuzzy. I use my telepathy to break the block and I now understand what made Lily and James give me away.

Dumbledore manipulated James masterfully. It really does highlight how similar James' behavior was to Pettigrew with Voldemort. Excluding the fear of course. I can somewhat understand the decision of giving Jasmine away, but what I don't understand is how they never checked in on her. They could have hired someone to check on her. Even use the telephone to make sure she's okay. Even Lily, mental health aside, has no reason not to check on her daughter, especially knowing her hostile relationship with her sister.

Parents are defined by their role in their child's education, which is why adopted children will consider their adoptive parents as family. Even if Jasmine was well treated at the Dursley she would still view them as her true parents, not James and Lily. No matter the intentions, the decision was always to remove Jasmine from the Potter family, something that Dumbledore achieved. His dissolution of the twin bond is, frankly, a horrific act.

On other news, my telepathy feels different to Morgan's. It's definitely more powerful and precise, and I can safely cover the entire state of New York without any headache. I tried to steal a memory of the arc reactor base design from Tony Stark. I couldn't before because his mental shields were very impressive and he did notice when I tried to enter his mind a year ago. I now bypass his shields without him noticing. I definitely have more control now.

As for my magic, I can feel it singing under my skin. It obeys me like a third hand I didn't know I had. Far better than Jasmine ever could. I try lifting a pencil and it immediately rises from the desk. I try transfiguring it into metal and it instantly turns into a metal pen. I turn it back to wood then light it on fire. As it burns, I use wind to move the flame before materializing a sphere of water that stops the fire. It really feels like instinct like it wants to be used. I'll need a bigger place to practice this. I guess I'll be adopted soon.

My elemental magic training has been going very well, going so far as to be able to manipulate the elements instinctively. I can always feel the air and the magic within it, the water as it flows, the flames as it sparks life and the earth as it nurtures. Once I truly understood them, I could both manipulate them and their branches. For example, I can now move Ice as if it is water.

But enough about that, I decided to go out today. I stay in my original form and choose to visit a museum this time. It's kinda funny to be able to read the texts written on ancient works of art and compare it to what they had translated by an 'expert'. I nearly lost it when a translation explained that an ancient Egyptian tablet was created by a martyr slave wanting to instill rebellion to dethrone the Pharaoh but turned out to be a tablet written by a scribe describing with great detail the Pharaoh' sexual conquests.

After a while, I notice something that gains my interest, as I can feel the magic coming the other end of the room. I haven't had much experience with magical sensing, I just know the basics. Still, it's one of the skills I would like to learn but never had the time to do it as I needed to practice on every type of enchantment to get myself familiar enough to recognize them later. I, of course, practiced sensing dark magic, in case someone sends me a cursed item or so. But this doesn't feel dark, it feels vast, strong, endless really, and confusingly familiar. I can't put my finger on it. It's like it's calling me. I slowly move towards it. It's probably a bad idea, it's definitely a bad idea. I shouldn't go near an ancient artifact without knowing what it does. I check my mental barriers and nothing is influencing my mind. Then why do I want to go find out what it does? Before I contemplate the issue, the artifact is in front of me.

The description of the artifact calls it the Wadjet eye or the eye of Horus, which is a concept and symbol in ancient Egyptian religion that represents well-being, healing, and protection. It derives from the mythical conflict between the god Horus with his rival Set, in which Set tore out or destroyed one or both of Horus's eyes but was then healed by the Wadjet, also known as the Serpent Goddess, and given an amulet with her symbol which was believed to have protective magical power. The symbol was reused in ancient Egypt as a way to worship the goddess and pray for her protection.

That's all well and good but the issue is that while to everyone else this amulet takes the appearance of an eye, it looks like something a lot different to me. The eye resembles the symbol of the deathly hallows. I've seen drawings of the Wadjet eye before and while this amulet does resembles it, it's not the same symbol. I can clearly see the eye shaped like a triangle, the pupil being the circle and a vertical line cuts the triangle in half.

Did the symbol come from that far back? Were the Peverells that ancient? I know the ancient Egyptian sorcerers were obsessed with immortality but did the tale of three brothers come from that far back? As I lose myself in my pondering, I realize that my hand is almost touching the eye. As I bring my hand back, someone bumps into me, I can see a rune light up on the symbol. Just one rune, that I don't understand. Usually, you use multiple runes for the array to make sense, otherwise it can do many random things by itself. Not the time, I can't let go of the amulet, like it's stuck on my finger. I can feel my magic being drained by the rune and I think if it was anyone else, they would have died from magical exhaustion by now. My lightning bolt scar on my forehead is also glowing. I'm almost out of magic, and I'm really panicking, suddenly I feel myself pulled by the navel, like a portkey, I see the world turn white for a second and close my eyes. I let go of the amulet that dissolves into ash upon contact with the ground. I look around me and I see a beautiful beach. I feel lightheaded for a moment and then the world turns black.

Back at the museum, a woman in her thirties witnessed the entire affair, with eyes far older than her appearance. She is pale, with long wavy black hair and brilliant emerald eyes that are far too old for her age. She smiles softly, "I wish you good luck Morgan Jasmine Evanshade."