Chapter 253 - Obscurial (2/2)
And secondly, there was Newt Scamander, who had somehow preserved the obscurial of a Sudanese girl within a bubble of some sort. Who is to say, that said Sudanese girl's body could not have reformed itself much like Credence's did with sufficient motivation. Naturally, it did not occur, but it served to prove a point, the obscurial to an extent takes on characteristics of the original host for it is, in fact, a recorded type of magic or even memory, and would even dare to suggest a soul much like a Horcrux is. An obscurial just like a Horcrux is part of the original, but at the same time, it is its own entity. Riddle's Horcruxes had proven that especially the first Horcrux which had the mentality of Riddle's sixteen-year-old version, and not his mad, crazed version of himself of the future.
Following that previous idea, what if like a witch or wizard of great power like in Potter or Riddle's case, what if said obscurial was powerful enough to leave it's dying host or even survive long enough to find the closest host at hand? The best proof was Riddle's soul as despite being unintentional the fragment of his soul attached itself to the nearest source, Harry Potter, a living breathing child. And if that was possible, why couldn't something like an obscurial that is already parasitic in nature, be capable of the same manifestation, if it belonged to a powerful enough witch or wizard?
Rowan's mind flickered for a moment to Arian Dumbledore, before moving further down that train of thought. And more importantly, what if on purpose somehow an obscurial could be transferred into another? What then?
Somewhat disturbed by that her last train of thought, Rowan returns to reading the next paragraph.
”The second apprentice of Herpo, The Foul theorized prior to his fleeing that it would be in fact possible for a soul to live on forever by being transplanted into another. Utterly preposterous as living beings cannot house a living Horcrux. Nor can an obscurial be transplanted into another. The sheer process of becoming a Horcrux is already dangerous enough as it is. I'd attempt it myself, if I deemed one worthy enough to entrust my vessel too. But I've made much too many enemies in this lifetime to ever trust anyone with such a vital piece of me. I'd rather die whole than as some half shallow living thing.”
Instantly Rowan's mind races as she begins to see a horrifying image being painted in her mind. What if the second apprentice's theory was true? What if there was someone vile and powerful enough to separate their soul or even an obscurial and be placed into a child on purpose? Like in Potter's case, he was his own person and at the same time not as he had a portion of another within him. What if said individual at the end of his life did so once more? And by doing so is effectively being reborn again and again, never to truly die nor taste death?!
Trembling Rowan closed her eyes as a feeling of utter dread overcame her. It made sense why the Horcrux Riddle viewed that person as his goal. But why hadn't said puppeteer revealed his secret and allowed Riddle to continue to make Horcruxes? The answer brutally struck her in the face.
Riddle in his younger years was the most dangerous person she had ever seen. Unlike the Riddle at present who was mad with power and the destroying of his soul, the younger Riddle was pure evil in its truest form. Brilliant and charismatic, he could charm the birds out of the sky and even fool the most powerful wizard of all time right under his very nose, Albus Dumbledore.
No, the younger Riddle would have been a most serious threat. Not that he wasn't now, but nowhere in the capacity of his younger years. Plus, she had a rather distinct impression that the present Riddle couldn't recall the puppeteer's existence. Never did Riddle refer to a master as an adult only the younger Horcrux did. Somehow, she didn't know how, but the puppeteer had erased his existence out of the present adult Riddle's mind. Cleverly tying up loose ends, while still having to Riddle himself.
Rubbing her aching head, Rowan decides it's time for a break and puts the volume away in her trunk. She decided to head down to the kitchens to where at least the house elves would be nice to her. And most importantly feed her to take her mind off things. Which was rather nice.