Chapter 15: A Two-Year Skip
Chapter 15: A Two-Year Skip
POV: Barrett Wayne
Two years. It's remarkable how much can change in what feels like the blink of an eye. When I look back on the last two years, it feels like a lifetime ago that I was the boy lying in that hospital bed, freshly awakened to the truths of this alternate world and grappling with the loss of my parents. A lot has happened since then—I've grown stronger, smarter, and more attuned to the gifts and burdens of my new identity. Let me recount the highlights of these transformative years.
From the very first day I discovered the magnitude of my Fallen Angel heritage, I've devoted myself to understanding and honing the powers that come with it. At first, the sheer scope of my abilities was overwhelming. My celestial wings, though magnificent in their 14-winged glory, were initially clumsy to use. I remember the bruises and crashes vividly, each failed flight a humbling reminder of my limitations. But with time, persistence, and grueling self-imposed training regimens, I've achieved a level of proficiency that I'm proud of.
Flight has become second nature. I can soar effortlessly now, cutting through the sky like an arrow. The innate magic coursing through my veins has also begun to manifest in interesting ways—light-based abilities that can both heal and harm, depending on my intentions. Perhaps the most fascinating aspect of my power is the interplay between my light-based abilities and the darker inclinations inherent to my Fallen Angel race. It's a duality that I've come to accept as a part of who I am.
Beyond my Fallen Angel powers, I've also immersed myself in the study and practice of magic. Hogwarts may be four years away, but why wait for formal schooling when I have the time and resources to teach myself? I've poured over every magical text I could get my hands on, and I've tested every spell—yes, every spell—that exists in the Harry Potter canon.
The Unforgivable Curses were a particular curiosity of mine. The Killing Curse, in particular, intrigued me. If Voldemort's Avada Kedavra was the ultimate spell of death in the books, I had to know how it measured against me. Turns out, not much. The first time I let the curse strike me, I braced for what I thought would be a soul-shattering experience. Instead, it felt like a mild slap against my powerful soul. I've come to realize that the strength of my soul, amplified by my Fallen Angel race, renders such attacks almost laughable.
As for the Imperius Curse, I tested it on myself to see if my willpower could break its control. It didn't stand a chance. My magic, coupled with my innate mental fortitude, shattered its hold before it could take root. And the Cruciatus Curse? Painful, sure, but far from incapacitating. It seems my Fallen Angel physiology is resistant to most forms of magical harm.
That said, I've also noticed something interesting about wands. For most wizards, a wand is a tool that amplifies their magic. For me, it's almost redundant. My raw magical talent is so potent that channeling it through a wand feels like pouring an ocean through a straw. The wand struggles to contain my power, often sputtering and sparking uncontrollably. I've decided to keep practicing with it, but I'm beginning to think that wands might be more of a hindrance than a help for someone like me.
The death of my parents has been a constant shadow over these past two years. Even as I've grown stronger, their loss remains a wound that refuses to heal. However, there has been some measure of justice. The man who pulled the trigger—Joe Chill—was apprehended, tried, and sentenced to death row. The investigation uncovered evidence that my parents' murder wasn't a random act of violence but a calculated assassination.
Knowing this has only fueled my resolve. I've promised myself that I will uncover the full truth behind their deaths and dismantle whatever conspiracy led to their murder. Alfred, ever the pillar of support, has been my rock through this. When I finally revealed my magical abilities to him, he didn't flinch. Instead, he accepted the truth with the same calm pragmatism that defines him. His loyalty and wisdom have been invaluable.
My system has been both a blessing and a source of endless intrigue. Over the past two years, I've unlocked several achievements, each rewarding me with tickets and opportunities to grow stronger. Here are some of the milestones I've hit:
[Survive for 1 Month]: Rewarded me with a bronze ticket. [Survive for 1 Year]: Rewarded me with a gacha opportunity. [Have a Successful Plan]: Rewarded me with a silver ticket. [Create a New Skill]: Rewarded me with a gold ticket.
Creating a new skill was particularly satisfying. During one of my training sessions, I discovered a way to combine my light-based magic with my physical attacks, creating a devastating technique I call Luminous Strike. It's a move that channels concentrated light magic into my fists or feet, allowing me to deliver explosive blows that can obliterate most obstacles.
One of my personal projects over the past two years has been finding a way to integrate modern technology into magical environments. In the Harry Potter books, electronic devices often malfunctioned in the presence of magic. I saw this as a challenge. After months of experimentation, I've developed a prototype device—a smartphone that functions perfectly in magical atmospheres. By infusing it with stabilizing runes and embedding a core of my own magic, I've created a bridge between the magical and technological worlds. It's a small step, but one that has endless potential for the future.
These past two years have been transformative. I'm no longer the boy who stumbled out of the Amazon jungle, lost and confused. I'm Barrett Wayne, a young man with a purpose. I've come to terms with my dual identity and the responsibilities that come with it. There's still so much to learn, so much to achieve, but I'm ready for whatever challenges lie ahead.
As I sit in my study, reflecting on these years, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Hogwarts is just two years away, and I'm eager to see what the magical world has in store for me. For now, I'll continue to train, to grow, and to prepare. The journey is far from over—in fact, it's only just begun.