I 'awoke,’ if you can call it that, to blinding white.

Looking around, I found a whole lot of white... nothingness. To one side, there was an encroaching black. To the opposite side, there was a perfect sphere of purple.

Not wanting anything to do with the encroaching darkness that made me feel uneasy, I made my way to the purple mass.

The longer I walked, the more I realized the sheer size of the thing. This thing was like three stories tall!

Finding nothing new about it after circling it, I reached out. Only now noticing my current state.

THIS, at least, was just like fanfiction! I was a kind of humanoid-shaped mass of blue energy smoky stuff, my hand just looked like a magical mitten or something.

I immediately accepted this as normal and DIDN'T play around and check out the rest of myself.

The mass was like a water balloon, it felt solid enough, but adding a bit of pressure made my ‘hand’ sink into it.

With nothing else to do, I reached both arms into the orb. (I wasn't about to mess with the darkness that was getting closer and closer.)

Suddenly my arms were yanked in, pulling the rest of me along.

‘This is bliss.’

I could remember… everything!

…

.

Why did I do that thing when I was 10?

Or that at 17?

Oh god!

I don't know how long I was there, I stopped counting after the 5th recalling of my life. That could’ve been a form of torture. Imagine remembering every little mistake you made throughout your life, then make it 30x worse since you now have an increased intellect, so you can think of at least 10 better ways to handle the situation.

At least I can think clearer now... There might be something else too?

Looking around, the orb was now gone. I was left alone with the darkness. It had expanded a lot during my time in the orb. It was now almost at my feet, the surrounding white ‘nothingness’ nowhere to be seen.

Even if it felt less unnerving after entering the orb, I was still hesitant to do the next bit. If a relatively user-friendly power like Psionics tried torturing me like that, how bad was a scary power like gluttony going to be?

I took a deep ‘breath’ and jumped in.

I awoke to screaming.

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“Well, do something! You're the healer here!”

“Lady Malfoy, there's nothing to do. My diagnostic spells all tell me nothing is actually wrong with the boy.”

“NOTHING WRONG?!! He's bleeding from... from everywhere!”

Narcissa broke down crying before the end of her sentence.

“I-Its fine, mom.”

Struggling to open my eyes past the blood (I assume), I heard footsteps, then a painful hug.

“Ow!”

I felt lighter, I assume a cleaning spell? At least I can open my eyes now.

Oh wow, do wizards have more blood or something? My bed is absolutely covered in blood... How am I alive? Was it the doctor?

“Draco, dear… ar-are you alright?”

“I'm fine. Just a little sore still. What happened?”

“Your mother heard you screaming, and we called the healer. Though, he was utterly useless.”

“Your father called me over. The blood replenishing potions I keep on hand at least kept you from bleeding out.”

Lucius and Severus are both here?

“AH! Finally feedback!”

The healer started casting spell after spell all of a sudden. Only making everyone in the room more upset with him.

The doc soon left the hostile environment. At least he made me feel better after everything was over.

Mother latched onto me like I'd disappear as soon as she was given the go-ahead.

What happened there? I doubt that was normal. What do I tell everyone here?

'Oh, sorry guys, that was just my superpowers coming in, gifted to me by some probably godlike entities. Oh, by the way, this reality is from a book, I'm not really your son, and the next wizarding war is right around the corner.’

“Do you know what happened, dear?”

‘yup’

“No. All I remember is getting into bed to sleep...”

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Aside from Narcissa being more clingy than normal and Lucius burning my old bed and ordering a new one, nothing changed after the incident... Except these awesome powers!

I feel like I've wasted all of my time up until now. All of the progress in the mind arts I made for the past three years has been overshadowed by two days of progress with my new powers.

Psionics, so far, seems to GREATLY increase my ability to memorize things and learn/understand stuff. I feel like there's more to it, but every time I try to delve deeper, I get a headache.

Gluttony... I have no clue. Did I even get it yet? I don't even feel it there like I do my psionics. Hopefully I will once I find something I really want to use it on.

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Note to self: Don't try to push past the headache.

I woke up to a bloody nose and Narcissa freaking out AGAIN. At least I managed to convince her I didn't really need the doctor to visit once more.

Is the rest of Psionics locked because I'm too young? Or do I need to progress in my ‘mind arts’ first?

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“Dobby.”

And with a pop, the little elf appeared.

"Yes, master Draco?!”

“Take me to Diagon Alley please.”

“Right away.”

With a snap, we were suddenly in a corner of the alley.

It was... actually a little underwhelming. I always imagined it as some fantastical location, full of magic and wonder, but reality was disappointing. There were a few bits of magic here and there, and the buildings looked impossible without magic holding them together. Compared to the colossal glass megastructures of the modern world though? This alley was almost mundane.

Dobby and I walked to the leaky cauldron mostly unnoticed.

“Dobby, can you glamor us both to look like plain adults? I don't want to cause a commotion here.”

“Dobby cans!”

With another snap, Dobby morphed into an average dude, your everyday background character. I assume I did as well.

Umm... how do you open the brick wall from this side?