#Colton McCarmack

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Anyways I made shit

The void was strange. He'd expected endless darkness, like what he'd see if he covered his eyes with his hands or a pillow or sleep mask. Emptiness was what he'd expected.

But it was far from it.

Millions of swirling colours filled the endless space, all swirling into one colour that looked close to black if he blurred his eyes. It was dotted with stars too, or that's what it looked like. The tiny holes left when Makars opened and closed it. From their distance it would look just like blackness.

One of those holes is where he came in from.

His once blue and human eyes had started to reflect it, colours swirling like a chaos ridden that looked pitch black unless someone stood really close to him, dotted with the white stars. His lips, if they could really be called that -- really a part of a silver mask no longer separated from his face -- moved quickly as he repeated the same words to himself.

"My name is Alexander Strike, everyone calls me Alex. I am nineteen years old. My father is Augustus Strike, my mother is Daisy-Grace Strike, my stepmother is Anastasia Tarquin. I have a brother named Drew Walther. He is twelve years old. My teacher is called Master Joseph Walther. He taught me almost everything I know. I am an air mage. I am a chaos mage. I have a girlfriend named Kimiya Rajavi. I have two other friends named Colton McCarmack and Yen Ly. I can't forget. My name is Alexander Strike." He repeated himself. He couldn't forget. He had to remember. He needed to remember himself. He couldn't lose himself in this place. "My name is Alexander Strike. I am nineteen years old. I was sent here by Callum Hunt. My favourite songs are Wastelands, Rebellion and Dividing By Zero. I am an air mage. I am a chaos mage. I am a murderer. My favourite time is at midnight. My favourite colour is blue. I wanted - no, no, I still want - to learn how to play guitar one day, Anastasia got me one but I haven't got lessons yet. I want to get pet rats eventually. I have a home. I have a family. My name is Alexander Strike."

He couldn't forget. He was a person. A whole person. A whole person with his own life and personality and hopes and dreams and people he cared about and people he had hurt and people he hated and people he loved and people he couldn't forget. He couldn't lose himself here.

"Callum Hunt sent me here. He is the reason for all of this. He - he did something to Drew... What... What... He hurt him. He definitely hurt him. And I need to get revenge because Drew can't now. And he killed my elemental. Skelmis. It was named Skelmis. And it was my elemental. I haven't gotten my revenge yet. And he sent me here. Him and his stupid friends--"

He stoped himself.

"My name is Alex Strike." He repeated to himself. He had to focus on himself. It didn't matter if he forgot about Callum or anyone else as long as he remembered himself.

"My name is Alexander Strike and I need to get out of here."

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My small collection of barely mentioned irrelevant characters that are now my children

-- Colton McCarmack

-- Yen Ly

-- Lucas (the water devoured)

-- Greta Kuzminski (the earth devoured)

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Okay I'm indecisive do soo

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Uhh take some Alex Strike Hogwarts au fic that I rambled about in the tags of a post but has changed slightly since then

I do not agree with JK Rowling or anything she believes about trans people and other minorities.

I gave Alex asthma btw idk why I did that

Unedited be warned.

"Your go next." Kimiya said, nudging Alex's wrist slightly. "You got any idea what yours will be?"

"No clue." Alex mumbled, staring at the other student going up to take their go – a short, blonde haired Hufflepuff clutching her apple wood wand. "I'll probably do fine though." He didn't think he was scared of anything enough for a boggart to hurt him. Nothing that could be physically manifested, at least.

The boggart cycled between forms for a few seconds before landing on a large snake.

"Riddikulus!" They shouted. The snakes turned into a large bit of ribbon. Okay...

"A-Alexander S-S-Strike!" Alex hid an eye roll at Quirrels stuttering. To him, it couldn't sound more fake if he tried, but commenting would really just lead to trouble.

He stepped in front of the boggart, waiting for it to change its form. Okay... He thought. What are you going to be?

It took longer to reach the form it seems to want but when it does Alex felt a surge of panic. The creature in front of him had finally taken the form of Master Joseph.

For a few seconds he didn't even move. His hands shook, his eyes stayed fixed on the boggarts. He hadn't prepared for this. He couldn't think of any of his fears at a moment's notice, let alone how to make it funny.

It opened its mouth.

"Alexander! Don't look at me like that you idiot! Do you have any idea what you've done! Do you have any idea how badly you've failed?! Do you hear me!" It started screaming at him.

Alex felt tears forming in his eyes. It's not real it's not real it's not real. But it felt so real.

"Rid-riddikulus," he tried to shout but his voice came out quiet, shaking and stuttering. The spell had no effect.

"Look at you, can't even do a simple spell correctly! How do you expect to be 'better than Constantine' when you can't even manage that?!"

Everyone was staring at him now. Maybe it was Constantine's name or Master Joseph's voice but that didn't matter, what mattered was that they were starting to realise what Master Joseph – no, the boggart – was talking about.

"No, no, no– I can– no– I– shit shit shit shit– Riddikulus!" This time the spell changed something. But it didn't make it any less threatening, instead of Joseph this time it was his stepmother standing in front of him. Unlike Master Joseph, she didn't even take a minute before she began to scream at him. Alex could barely process the words, just a few of them staying in his head. "Failure" "wasted effort" "barely even a wizard".

"Stupefy!" He shouted, completely forgetting what the original task was. He just needed to defend himself now. She was knocked back a few inches then immediately went back to her screaming, first slapping Alex across the face. "Stupefy!" Alex shouts again. "Petrificus Totalus! Fuck– Stupefy! Confringo!" He was just screaming curses with very little idea of what he's doing at this point. They barely work, he felt more slaps and punches against his body. "Oppugno! Everte Statum! No no no no no!" He darted a few feet backwards to avoid another injury.

"Crucio!" He screamed. Everyone who'd been talking before, trying to figure out what was going on, went silent. "Crucio! Crucio! Imperio! Crucio! No no no!" It was barely affecting her. A few screams. A few moments of her not moving. That was it. "Avad– fuck, no – Stupefy! Cruicio! Confringo! Fuck it. Avada Kedavra!" He finally went silent. She was knocked backwards onto the floor, unmoving. Did he kill her?

No. That was a boggart. Not Anastasia.

What did I do? What happened?

Everyone was staring at him. They saw what he did. They saw him scream unforgivable curses and... And they saw him trying to kill and torture the thing that for a few seconds he really had believed was his stepmother.

"Alex?" He heard his name. Who was it? Kimiya? Colton? Drew– no, Drew's not here.

Alex tried to approach the boggart. It wasn't dead. Boggarts don't die as far as he was aware. Just stunned.

"Alex!" Someone ran towards him, kicking up gravel and dirt and dust off the floor. They grab his shoulder. Alex didn't move. It felt like he couldn't breathe, like something was stopping it...

Is this a panic attack? No... Panic attacks have sped up breathing, right? And he couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He was going to suffocate and die like this–

He tried to mouth for help but nobody realised, no no no he couldn't die like this. He was getting dizzy.

People are shouting and asking questions and all moving around and nobody's noticing anything.

"Professor?" He heard a voice next to him shout. Whoever was holding his shoulder. "Professor? Alex is going blue." That's the last few words he took in before passing out.

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Me making Alex go through the most painful excruciating "character development" ever just for him to go back to the magisterium and have most of the characters development undone by one person: hehehehehehhehahhhhehahhaheahahahahahahahahahehehehw

Alex: You know what just fucking kill me off at this point

Me: no.

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Is there such thing as a positive influence in Alex's life or should I make literally everyone have a negative impact on him?