Of the four Head of Houses it was the Head of Hufflepuff the students of Hogwarts used to gauge the seriousness of a situation. Snape as always had his sneer, McGonagall perhaps looked a bit sterner than normal, back stiff as she prepared to address the students. Flitwick's extremes when present were excellent tells, but more often than not it was hard to read through his sereness. Today though they might have been a bit sharper than normal.
No, it was Professor Sprout almost perfectly mimicking McGonnagall in stance, but with a face filled with worry that would have given the newly minted, as of yesterday in fact, Sixth year pause.
None of that mattered Today though. Today is the day that most of them had spent the past five years preparing for. The Ritual of -
"The Ritual of Unleash" The Deputy Headmistress began her address. Before Dumbledore it was always the Headmaster that would give this address.
Story goes he had a particularly nasty unleash, and preferred to pretend it didn't exist at all. The more powerful you become the worse it supposedly is, supposedly.
A price to be paid for power, the ultimate test of worthiness.
"As you have all been warned, today is the day all of you in this room become an adult. As an adult you are expected to make difficult choices. Today's will be the most difficult choice you will face as an adult, and some of you will assuredly make the wrong one. Today you decide if you will face Unleash, or if you will leave this halls for the last time."
It was a horrible choice. In a single day become at least twenty times more powerful risking insanity and death, or become an outcast perceived as being unworthy of magic. A rung of society lower than a squib, "After all they weren't given the chance to become Witches or Wizards, you were and threw it all away."
It wasn't uncommon for the chained to disappear in the night never to be seen again. A century ago it was practically sport to hunt down those who ran as far as they could at the end of their fifth years. Those who already felt they would be destroyed in the single moment of the ritual. As a result the death rate of the ritual was much, much, higher. 50% of the people in those days were either dead or put out of their misery.
Now the mortality rate was only 20%.
"I imagine by your choice to return to these halls you have already made your choice. If you were forced to come, now is the time to leave this room."
Lavendar wasn't on the train. Nether was Justin, or Terry, or Sally-Anne. Crabbe was surprisingly here - no, was here, but Goyle and Millstrode weren't. Unsurprisingly the complete class of Gryffindor boys were in attendance. If it wasn't for the DA last year Neville probably wouldn't have been though.
"Good. When my wand touches this rune the ritual will officially start, and you will be trapped within it. Some of you will thing you are still in this room, although that will be a lie. We have obliviated your totem, and will restore it when you awaken."
The totems were a clever attempt to treat Unleash sickness. Once you give up your control of your mind and sanity to your magic, how do you know when you are back in reality? Indred the Inductive was said to have an unfathomable fifty three chained parts of his unleash. Transitioning from one reality to the next for millenia, from realities nearly identical to our own. When he emerged the only words he spoke were these. "Fifty Four! Fifty Four times I find myself in this blasted room! And like the 3 last times I've had enough!" before killing himself.
A totem was a two sided asymmetrical puzzle. You know one side of it, and the answer, but not the second side. The second side is needed for the answer to be decoded, and can't be reproduced from the first side and the encoded answer. The second part being obliviated removed the knowledge of the second part. It means even this speech might be part of his Ritual and not to be trusted.
It wasn't even foolproof. The ritual is known to have the ability to modify your memories. So although it can't touch the obliviated part it can make you forger the first part and the answer entirely. Or worse.
Story goes Dumbledore's Unleash changed his answer, making it so when he emerged he could not trust that he wasn't still in his Unleash. That this is the reason he prefers not to think of the Unleash at all.
The easy unleashes were a month or two stay in a neighboring universe. Perhaps in one without unleashes. Or one without magic. Of course those only gave you a marginal power boost.
No, as he was Harry Potter, he expected his to be quite a series of mind fucks. Some where he knew who he was, and some where he didn't. Some where he was a hero, some where he was a villain. Some where he was fundamentally altered. Perhaps a Jedi, perhaps a girl, perhaps a Gundam pilot. Heck, even you, yes you, your life could be one of them. Wait, no, your life is to boring to be one of his.
He never expected that he would become a self-aware smartass merc with a mouth.
"Yes! Like this fic is written by a hack! And that fanfiction is a waste of time! If you are going to read something, read a book, or at least something original! And you need to spend more time outside, you seriously need Vitamin D."
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A/N , So basically a Deadpool is Harry is Deadpool -
"Shut up, no one reads author notes, no one. And I told you to get Outside! It's July Forth Weekend after all, go get drunk and celebrate My Country's freedom from Mine! Or maybe protest Trump. That would be good to."