Chapter 2: Questioning.

Yo! I am gonna give a small update here. Oberon knows the english language and his name. He has no understanding of pretty much everything except for things that would normally be ingrained into a child. Things like what a toilet and shower is, how to wash his hands, how to use dishes, etc. Basic things every human learns. It is not in his mind but ingrained into his body. And his brain fuses the things his body knows with the words in his mind to help him understand things.

Toodles.

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Oberon once again woke up to an unfamiliar room. The difference between this time and last time is the fact that he is in a bed and not chained to a wall.

He sent out little probes of magic to test the wards in this room because he felt it completely saturated with magic. He was very nervous at this point. While he wasn't chained to a wall, he was trapped. The room did unfortunately, not have any vents or pipes.

He got up and went into the small room connected to his. He found a bathroom. Oberon walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror. He saw a sickly boy, malnourished, and weak. He saw his long white hair. It may be hard to believe, but his hair was originally black. Evidenced by the still black tips on the ends of the long pure white hair. He scowled at it. Now he would stick out like a sore thumb.

(A.N * SCIENCE LESSON! *

I understand some of you won't like the white hair. But! His white hair is a product of science. See when enough stress is caused to a human their hair will start to turn either white or gray. This is because of a chemical called Norepinephrine. Your hair is the color it is because of cells called melanocytes. Norepinephrine affects the melanocyte stem cells living in your hair, causing them to rapidly turn into pigment cells and then move out of hair follicles. Without stem cells left to create new pigment cells new hair will turn gray or white. Studies have shown that it is permanent and impossible to reverse.

This also happens with age, or just being born with no pigment in your cells which is a condition called "Albinism". Albinism, or just albino people, are born without melanin in their cells.

Their skin is an extreme white, so is their hair. The unfortunate side effect of albinism is the fact that sun= big no-no

People affected by albinism have very easily burnable skin. Let's say an average human could go in the sun for 20 minutes without getting a sun burn. People with albinism would burn in 5.

(That is just an example and i am in no way an expert on the condition. If i am wrong, feel free to correct me.)

Basically torture=stress and stress=white hair. I can't see how his hair wouldn't be white.)

He looked at his long white hair, and immediately thought of its impracticality. He wanted to shorten the long strands of white hair. Unfortunately, he doesn't have anything to cut his hair with at the moment. As he walked out of the bathroom, he heard the door open. Looking towards the door make him have a small flashback to his first day in that hellhole. He shuddered and snapped out of his thoughts.

The old man he saw looked at him with curiosity-filled eyes. "Hello. My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. But you may call me Dumbledore. Will you tell me the reason you were releasing so much magic power? You basically alerted all of magical Britain to your presence." Dumbledore said as he replaced the curiosity in his eyes with kindness.

'Britain? What? What the fuck is a Britain?' Oberon thought before pointing at his throat and shaking his head?'

"Hmm? Can you not speak?" Dumbledore asked.

Oberon only responded with a shake of his head.

"Thats... troublesome. Do you know how to read and write?"

Oberon nodded.

"Good! I shal-" Dumbledore frowned. "I am sorry my boy, i must go. But i will send in someone trustworthy to help you."

Dumbledore quickly walked out of the room to and left, leaving Oberon to his thoughts.

--With Mad-eye moody

"Moody! You can't possibly question the boy now! Did you not see him moody? 37% of his body is covered in scar tissue! Not to even mention his hands and toes! The scars around them! They look like they have been cut off hundreds of times moody! And his Nails! None of the potions i give are working! His body literally rejects them! I have tried to clean his nails with everything i can think of, but i can't get the black out! Do you understand just how much damage would have to accumulate and blood to dry for that to happen moody? Do you?! Don't even get me started on his vocal cords! They were crudely cut out! His body is too weak for the potions necessary to fix that right now moody! What about his hair? The black tips obviously suggest that his hair was once black! Just how much stress did the boy go through to make his hair go from black to striking white?! What about the mental damage the boy must have suffered from this?" Madam Pomfrey protested vehemently, getting more and more heated as time passed.

(A.N his nails will be fixed, do not worry, but the years of torture and malnourishment have made his body too weak to accept the proper potions needed to fix them. It will take time.)

"Albus! Please talk some sense into Moody!"

"I can't Poppy, I need to leave. The Wizengamot has summoned me. Unfortunately pushing through with the trial. I am going to hold them off as long as possible, Moody, I need you to get a story out of him. It's necessary to the boy's survival. But be gentle please. The boy seems to have been through a lot." Moody nodded at Dumbledore's words and walked towards the door with a parchment and quill.

"Moody! Dont you dare!"

"I have to Poppy! The Wizengamot does not care about the state the boy is in. They will crucify him! He used magic in a street full of muggles, not to mention scaring all of magical Britain with that extreme amount of magic he let out. If i don't get a story straight, then it's possible he will be sent to Azkaban. I don't think you understand poppy, the amount of magic he released was enough for even the muggles to feel! I am trying to help the boy!" Moody said.

Ignoring Madam Pomfrey's somewhat calmer protests he went into the room and sat down with the young man.

--Back to Oberon.

A scary man opened the door, his eye darted across the walls of the room, looking for anything he considered a discrepancy. After a few minutes of looking, he sighed and turned his attention to Oberon.

"Alright boy. My name is Moody. I am trying to help you so i need you to be completely honest with me. Every question i ask must be answered absolute honesty. Do you understand?" The scary man said in a stern tone. Oberon simply nodded.

"Good, now tell me, what is your full name."

[Oberon Gallagher]

(A.N i have changed his last name because i did not like the name coyota. Writing "Oberon wrote" would get repetitive so im just going to write it like oberon is talking, but you know he is writing it.)

"How old are you"

[12]

"Why were you releasing so much magic?"

[I did not even realize i was doing so. I was simply trying to escape.]

"Escape what?"

Oberon shuddered and wrote: [The torture.]

Moody frowned deeply. He did not want to push the subject any further for fear of sending the boy into a flashback. But he had to. He needed a story for the Wizengamot. He may have been paranoid and insensitive at times but even he understood when to pull back. He still kept vigilant at all times though.

He decided to dodge around the topic and ask other questions. But another thing puzzled him. He couldn't understand what the boy was. The black fog sighted around him is a trademark symbol of an Obscurus, but the boy is in control of himself.

"What was that black mist seen around you?"

[I am an Obscurus.]

Moody's eye widened. 'How? He is too controlled, there has never been a controlled Obscurus in history. But then again, there isn't exactly much of a record of it, there haven't been many Obscurials ever recorded.

"Boy? Is what you say true? I need proof." Moody said tentatively.

Oberon nodded and slowly raised his hand. He did a partial transformation and his fingers turned into a black foggy mist, before gathering back together and forming his normal hand. After hearing this, Moody was deep in thought. He saw Oberon raise the parchment up to him.

[May I ask a few questions?]

Moody thought for a minute before nodding his head.

[What is a Britain?]

'What? The boy doesn't know what Britain is?'

"Britain is the name of the place you currently reside in. How long were you tortured boy?"

[There isn't a time i remember not being tortured. Except now.]

Moody turned solemn at that. No child deserved to go through what he did. Not ever.

[What is going to happen to me?]

"Well, boy, there are many outcomes, taking into consideration the story you have given me, then-" Moody tried to say but the door opened, and Dumbledore walked in.

"Moody, I hope you got a proper story because the Wizengamot demands i bring the boy there for trial. Along with you and Madam Pomfrey of course. Some of the Wizengamot is already reaching for the boy's imprisonment in Azkaban."

"I have a story all right Albus. One that will move almost the entirety of the Wizengamot. This never should have been allowed to happen."

"Good." Albus then turned to Oberon.

"I'm sorry my boy, I understand you need rest, but my hands are tied right now. You are being summoned to a trial Infront of the Wizengamot."

Oberon wrote on his parchment.

[What is the Wizengamot?]

Albus read the question and responded with simple words. "The Wizengamot is a court of law meant to judge people on whether they are guilty or not."

Oberon simply wrote [Oh.]

Dumbledore then picked up the frail boy and was immediately saddened when he did. The boy couldn't have weighed more than sixty pounds. Albus was thankful that there was a floo entrance within the hospital. Now he didn't have to apparate him to the Ministry.

With the trial hanging over their heads, nobody was able to notice an odd beetle scurrying after them. Hiding in the shadows of Saint Mungos.