Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión) Chapter 65 65: "Wanda's POV" [Edited]

Wanda's POV

After saying sothing that seriously annoyed Stephen, I was sitting here trying to hold back my laughter.

Should I start from the very beginning, right?

There I was, like a puppet, being controlled by destruction, greed, and chaos.

When you have three super-powerful entities trying to control you, all you can do is simply float wherever you are, waiting for your release.

In the darkness or the abyss.

For so reason, I could see other universes, and that was the only thing keeping sane. ntally, of course, since my body was destroying realities.

So, while I watched all the versions of being happy, so not so much, I found him.

An anomaly just like . But he had complete control over himself. At first, I thought about that. But later, I realized that even though he was free, he had to follow a predetermined path. And if he deviated, he was punished. Even if the punishnts were silly, they were still punishnts for being free.

I felt a little envious of him, and at the sa ti, I realized he also lived in a cage. Obviously, not like mine, since this one was destroying a planet right now.

He always helped however he could. But with that device that contained him, I saw his smile disappear quickly, turning his movents and expressions monotonous, as if he were becoming a re puppet.

What an idiot. He has control over his body. Why doesn't he just break free from those psychological chains and tell everything to go to hell? What an idiot...

Then, one day, one of the people who created those psychological chains finally died, and he felt free. He started changing things to his liking.

He even fixed the life of the Wanda from his world so she could live with her husband and children.

But even so, he kept fulfilling the tasks imposed on him without realizing it. Even when he was surrounded by his friends and family, he truly wasn't with them.

Maybe I also wanted to be part of his friends. I wanted him to save like he did with the others. But it no longer looked like he enjoyed saving anyone. It was just his job. A duty imposed on him for being an anomaly from another world.

Watching him beca sothing fun to pass the ti. And I had a lot of free ti. It's a weird feeling, but fun at the sa ti. The last ti I felt this way was with my twin brother. A brother my body rcilessly killed. I could see him smiling at while trying to bring back.

I saw how every single one of my family mbers was murdered by my own hands.

Searching, I found my salvation in one of the primordial forces of the universe: the Phoenix Force, an entity that, obviously, I couldn't control.

At least it kept the chaos within entertained. So, I ended up floating in space, unable to move. But that was enough for a while. But it seed the universe wasn't going to leave alone, and another force appeared, one that wanted to devour everything.

A destructive force that, to be honest, I don't even know where it ca from. Anything else?

And that's when everything got worse.

Only destruction ca, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year.

anwhile, he fulfilled all his purposes to be free, and I'm still here, floating in the abyss. If I were in front of him, he could stop , I thought.

I felt a little guilty because he didn't even know , but I also wanted his help.

I wanted to be free, too, and maybe he could stop .

If he did, he would even kill to stop . And I would be grateful for that.

In a rare mont of lucidity where I could control my body, the first thing I did was go to him. Like a moth to the flas. The flas that would finally put an end to .

He accepted with a conflicted look. Although the conflict seed more with himself than with killing to stop .

Our fight lasted for months. Always at the sa level, which caused changes in several solar systems.

For so reason, Stephen was smiling like a madman. Maybe it was the first ti he fought with all his power, truly enjoying one of his tasks. It was the real Stephen fighting to the death.

That made smile, too. We were truly two psychopaths fighting with everything we had.

But it was ti to end it. I needed to be stopped. Even though this ti was fun, and I could regain my consciousness, the things inside could wake up at any mont.

So, I begged him to kill .

I truly didn't want to return to that place; I'd rather die.

He stopped, looked at intently while sothing went through his mind, and what he did next surprised . That damn lunatic completely exploded, taking with him. Or rather, he made take him with . Why?

Why did he do that? Now I feel even more guilty for asking for his help. What a great fool.

And what the hell were those screams at the end?

That embarrassed , although I wished that if I were to be reborn, it would be as his older sister. Even though I know it was just a plea to the air.

But I have to repeat it.

He literally exploded. Seriously, you crazy bastard? Wasn't there a better way?

Well, I'm no one to talk, but that was cool... not what he scread, but the explosion itself. Maybe he could be the older brother in the next life.

As I watched the last ray of light, waiting for my disappearance, sothing... strange happened.

I revived. Or rather, I was reborn.

I appeared in front of an old house, quite strange. And before I could even scream, a kind lady ca out the door and saw .

She took in, cared for , and fed . And in the end, she adopted .

It all happened so fast that I couldn't process everything. In my defense, I was a baby who could only stay awake for a couple of hours, so...

Although I was happy to be reborn, free and all that, I still lived with the guilt of Stephen's death.

I also felt a little lonely, and even though the grandmother who adopted was always by my side, I had no family.

Pretty sad thoughts for a baby, right?

The grandmother, seeing my loneliness, enrolled in a magical kindergarten. Yes, magical, didn't I ntion that? The grandmother who adopted was a witch. And a pretty powerful one in her ti.

It seems I was one too because when I cried, the house would shake. Great, a witch again...

But it seed like witches were pretty normal. I an, not like they were everywhere since they lived hidden, but there was a fairly widespread magical world.

Back to the magical kindergarten, it was pretty clumsy. The kids were cute, but annoying at the sa ti.

And that's when I saw him.

A blond boy with blue eyes, exuding magic wherever he went, pretty smart for his age, and I knew the mont I saw him.

He was my brother. I an, aside from his appearance being the sa as mine—hair and eyes—I could feel it in my blood and his blood.

A skill I noticed we shared when he told a classmate that he had a hereditary curse. Haha, sothing that made his friend cry.

So, I stayed away. First, I wanted to see what he was like. If he could accept , if he knew who our parents were. We are quite handso and strong, so they must be very beautiful and powerful.

When I was about to introduce myself as his older sister, what I least expected happened, sothing that would shatter my hopes of having a real family.

Don't get wrong, I love Grandma, but I wanted to have a connection.

Then, while I was heading to where he was training or playing with his friends, I heard his na, sothing that left montarily stunned: "Stephen."

Seriously? Quite a... bad coincidence.

But that didn't stop ; after all, it was just a na. Until I heard what they were talking about.

The mystical arts, and that Stephen was trying to recreate Eldritch magic.

Seriously? How didn't I notice? I an, I fought him to the death for months; I should recognize those movents while he was training.

We also went to the garden almost every year, and I just found out his na.

In my defense, in the other life, it took more years to learn his na.

But I recognized him. He was the Stephen who stopped , dying with along the way.

And so, my guilt resurfaced. Especially when I found out that he didn't have parents either, just grandparents.

Although they didn't shout it from the rooftops, it was obvious he was adopted. After all, his grandparents were the Flal couple.

Supposedly, the Flal family adopted him from a noble pureblood family in France. But I knew he was like .

There went my dream of eting my brother and our parents. And of being the older sister, because I promised he would be. Damn.

The worst part is that guilt didn't let get close to him. After all, he lost everything because of .

And even though I finally found my family, my brother... I couldn't be with him. So, I ran away.

I dyed my hair. That wasn't hard; magic makes everything easy. I used makeup so I wouldn't look like him, just in case I ran into him. After all, we both lived in France.

I even chose Ilvermorny, thinking he would go to Beauxbatons, but it seems he went to Hogwarts and even moved away.

How strange.

As I grew up, I kept hearing about him all the ti, winning tournants and showing his strength. As his sister, I felt proud, but also conflicted.

So, I started recovering my magic too. And well, it wasn't that hard. After all, my magic is more about feeling it. I just had to go "fush, wass, paw" and I learned it.

Though when I explained it to others, they looked at weird. What idiots.

I wanted to learn about the Eldritch magic book Stephen published under a pseudonym, but it was quite technical and required a lot of study. Without a teacher, it was difficult.

So, I could only create simple weapons, although I found it easier to use my own magic.

After years of running away from Stephen, my grandmother found out.

She was a bit mad at for being a coward, but she supported .

When she got sick, I left school to take care of her. Of course, I went to take my exams, so I was always the top of the class.

Too bad Grandma couldn't use the Life Potion like the Flals.

She, as a doctor, used a different thod to extend her life nearly 300 years, but that ant she couldn't stretch it any further, or her soul would be destroyed.

As a farewell, she dropped a bomb on .

She brought the Flals ho and told them about my existence. Leaving them, and , completely stunned.

Then she passed away with a smile, asking Mrs. Perenelle to take care of . And so, she began turning into dust that flew out the window.

It was a spell she placed on herself before dying, as she didn't want a burial or anything like that.

I was very sad until I heard Mrs. Perenelle calling for . Then I got really nervous.

Every minute that passed increased my anxiety. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't even get up from the chair.

Until I heard the arrival of two guests. I already knew who they were: those who would probably beco my siblings.

It was a strange mix of emotions.

I tried to calm myself and sit comfortably, not showing any vulnerability.

I didn't know if he would recognize just by the blood we shared. And for so reason, an intrusive thought told to show who I was.

That thought won. Right before Stephen opened the door, I changed into the clothes I wore in the last mont before dying.

I tried to keep a big smile and apologize with all my being.

But when Stephen opened the door, he looked at ... and then closed it. Then he started doing his nonsense in the room next door. That made angry.

It really pissed off. I didn't want to apologize to that fool anymore. He's supposed to be my brother, and he despises like that?

I an, he was the one who chose to destroy several galaxies trying to be cool. Sure, I asked for his help, but he chose that dumb way to end everything. He could've just pierced my heart, but his choice to escape was that one.

It's still my fault for asking for help, but who knew he had suicidal tendencies? Even thanks to , he t that pretty blonde from France when before he couldn't even hold a woman's hand.

After thinking about it for a second, I didn't want to apologize anymore. Siblings don't need that. They simply show their love by making each other's lives impossible, right? So, what were all those years of guilt for?

For so reason, I couldn't control the big smile on my face. When I heard he was about to co back in, I was still smiling.

At least, as the mature sister I am, I'll apologize first. Then I'll make his life impossible.

To my older brother...