Chapitre 30: Chapter 30
The train rolled out of the station with a great deal of fanfare. There was an incredible amount of noise, partly due to the old school steam engine, and partly due to all the painful separations involving parent and child. It was almost painful to watch. Sometimes, Harry did wonder about his parents. He wondered if he would have turned any different if he did in fact have living loving parents who spoiled him rotten and tried to pawn him off to bouts of childishness. And the conclusion, every time was yes, he would have become normal. That probably meant he would have become an average wizard, somebody not well known for giving a rising dark lord an out of body experience, somebody who was not stuck with the label orphan,somebody who did not have to live with accursed relatives who possessed the single minded goal of breaking him, and came damn close to it a few times too.
No, he was far better off this way, now that he had the ability to defend himself and the ability to protect whoever he found worth caring for. He was not sure if his parents died in battle with the obviously present superior foe, even if the books vehemently said it. If the only people there were dead, or too young to remember, how did they arrive at the version that, if what he saw of his clones experience(from far far away...) was anything to go by, was embraced wholeheartedly by almost an entire subculture of British society? He was a living legend with absolutely no evidence pointing to how he got there.
As to his parents, merely the order of deaths(parents, then evil wizard) suggested that they had either tried to fight(and fallen) or tried to beg(and were slaughtered) before the dark lord, whose name seemed to have eluded the pen(or should he say quill now?) of multiple authors, had turned to the baby and tried to kill him, with a spell that had backfired...somehow. The books weren't very clear on that part either.
And perhaps that was the main reason he thought the magical world was full of idiots. While even he understood the use of tools(better than most really) to complete a job, why would somebody need too use a spell, that if he understood correctly, was not only difficult to cast, but required you to actively hate your target to a sufficient degree, which when you thought about it, only drove home that this dark lord character was evil...really, who else could hate a cute baby(Harry had no doubt he was a cute baby) sufficiently like that enough to kill him? There were so many ways of killing a helpless opponent, like stabbing, strangling, clubbing, decapitating, eviscerating, and of course the spin offs, like crushing, hanging, poisoning, throwing from a cliff, etc that were slight less hands on(Harry wondered if he wasn't a bit mental here...he was talking about killing himself here). And of all these options, that were more efficient(if more messy), he went ahead and did this. Fat lot of good it did him too.
Harry shook his head and went to sleep, producing a shadow clone in the meantime. The clone already knew what to do, so he cloaked himself in genjutsu and planted himself on the roof. It was his job to take care of the original when he was vulnerable like this. It was probably a good thing Harry had a lot of practice sitting still and doing exactly the sort of things he shoved at his clones. Otherwise his clone may have been quite peeved to find his boss pawning off responsibility in this manner. It was an unwritten rule of the awesomeness that was the shadow clone: don't tell it to do anything you couldn't or wouldn't do. They are after all as devious as they their creators, perhaps more so, considering they knew very well that once dispelled, they wouldn't be able to get in trouble for their actions. This was the exact reason that Naruto's clones went on suicidal runs after all. They were by definition immortal, if in a slightly different manner than most might think.
In a very vague manner, shadow clones mimicked the whole god/reincarnation ideal – a part of you was sent of in a body that after its lifetime returned to you, only to be sent off again some other time. It was also the reason that shadow clones received personality. They were in a sense pieces of the jutsu user that were slowly growing independent of him, personality wise - they shared memory after all. Of course, the central Harry was Harry, but the peripheral parts of his brain, from where spawned the minds of clones, were slowly giving him the ultimate version of MPD, not that he knew it either, consciously at least. And it wouldn't have mattered even if it did. The havoc a jutsu wrought...
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In a different part of the train, Tetsuya the eleven year old shinobi sat perfectly still. There was something inside him that was restless, and nothing he did helped. Meditation, as annoying as it was hadn't really been any use at all. So he was trying another exercise that was supposed to detect the magical energies around him. It was said that Hayate, his commander, the greatest living master of this art could tell the very elemental makeup of anything in his vicinity. So he was here trying to get his focus to a level greater than what he considered mere meditation. Though, come to think of it, when your eleven, merely sitting still ought to be beyond the scope of your ability. As of now, he simply tried to focus on whatever he could. He was on a magical train, filled with magical people and loaded with spells and enchantments. And he had enough awareness of that from the fact that the mere amount of magical energy that saturated the compartment was enough to get his somewhat insensitive magical detection sense into overdrive. He hoped he wouldn't have to fight here. There was an excellent chance that most of his combat ability was nullified because he was disoriented. And there are no second chances in a real fight.
But thankfully he didn't have to worry about that right now. So he concentrated on emptying his mind till he could sense nothing but magic...and failed miserably. A few more attempts later and the intrepid infiltrator was no closer to achieving anything than he was two months ago. "It seems I will have to find another way of occupying myself...I wish Taka were here. He could at least tell me what I'm doing wrong!"
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