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Jason Blood was half sober when he made the decision to cast the spell. Fumbling through an old tome, he approached the mirror and slurred the incantation. He could not live with the Demon within. As he hissed out the final words of the spell, he took a deep breath, braced himself and looked into the mirror. The last thing he could remember was a blinding flash of light.
Jason woke up the next morning to an intolerable pounding in his head. He was only aware that the source was external when the yelling began.
"Dammit, Jason! Open the door!"
"Who is it?"
"Harry! Open up!"
"Harry who?"
"Is this a joke? Harry freaking Potter! Open the damn door!"
Slowly opening the door, Jason examined the vaguely familiar man.
"Jesus, Jason! If your going to put me down as your next of kin, at least have the decency to show up for work!" Harry looked at Jason and sighed, "Oh no- you've done it again, haven't you?"
"Done what? Who are you?"
"You zapped yourself again!" Concerned, Harry led the befuddled Jason to the sitting room. "Look pal, I'm a man who enjoys his drink, but if you're going to put the whammy on yourself every time to hit the bottom of a bottle, you've got to quit."
"I don't understand."
"Of course you don't- I can tell by that jackass look on your face. Oh, don't give me that look; I'm your best friend. I'll get help."
As Harry placed a call in an adjacent room, Jason studied his surroundings. The room was filled with gruesome antiquities, particularly masks. It was unsettling, but familiar. An eerie feeling told him that this arcane residence was his home. Overcome with sudden thirst, Jason mumbled a charm and summoned a glass of water.
"Oh good", said Harry. "At least you remember magic. That last time was a pain in the ass."
"Beg pardon?"
"Never mind. Look, Randu says that I should quiz you to see how much you know. Every time you do this, it affects a different part of your memory- like that time when you forgot how to speak English. Lucky for us, the whole thing is temporary."
"This is ridiculous! Get out."
"Oh really", Harry cocked an eyebrow, "Then who are you?"
"Etrigan. No wait!" Jason's eyes went wide. How could he not know his own name? "Jason Blood. I- I don't know."
Smirking, Harry continued, "Actually, you were right. Who am I?"
"Harry freaking Potter", he said with confidence.
"Nice. It's Harry Matthews. Where are you?"
"Salem."
"Gotham. Who's the President?"
"Tyler."
Harry scoffed. "There's no president Tyler. Where do you work?"
Thinking hard, Jason finally responded, " I'm a pilot for a shipping company off Gotham harbor."
"Um... no. You teach medieval history at Gotham State."
Jason was appalled. "I teach at a state college?"
Harry sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Jason woke up the next morning to an intolerable pounding in his head. He was only aware that the source was external when the yelling began.
"Dammit, Jason! Open the door!"
"Who is it?"
"Harry! Open up!"
"Harry who?"
"Is this a joke? Harry freaking Potter! Open the damn door!"
Slowly opening the door, Jason examined the vaguely familiar man.
"Jesus, Jason! If your going to put me down as your next of kin, at least have the decency to show up for work!" Harry looked at Jason and sighed, "Oh no- you've done it again, haven't you?"
"Done what? Who are you?"
"You zapped yourself again!" Concerned, Harry led the befuddled Jason to the sitting room. "Look pal, I'm a man who enjoys his drink, but if you're going to put the whammy on yourself every time to hit the bottom of a bottle, you've got to quit."
"I don't understand."
"Of course you don't- I can tell by that jackass look on your face. Oh, don't give me that look; I'm your best friend. I'll get help."
As Harry placed a call in an adjacent room, Jason studied his surroundings. The room was filled with gruesome antiquities, particularly masks. It was unsettling, but familiar. An eerie feeling told him that this arcane residence was his home. Overcome with sudden thirst, Jason mumbled a charm and summoned a glass of water.
"Oh good", said Harry. "At least you remember magic. That last time was a pain in the ass."
"Beg pardon?"
"Never mind. Look, Randu says that I should quiz you to see how much you know. Every time you do this, it affects a different part of your memory- like that time when you forgot how to speak English. Lucky for us, the whole thing is temporary."
"This is ridiculous! Get out."
"Oh really", Harry cocked an eyebrow, "Then who are you?"
"Etrigan. No wait!" Jason's eyes went wide. How could he not know his own name? "Jason Blood. I- I don't know."
Smirking, Harry continued, "Actually, you were right. Who am I?"
"Harry freaking Potter", he said with confidence.
"Nice. It's Harry Matthews. Where are you?"
"Salem."
"Gotham. Who's the President?"
"Tyler."
Harry scoffed. "There's no president Tyler. Where do you work?"
Thinking hard, Jason finally responded, " I'm a pilot for a shipping company off Gotham harbor."
"Um... no. You teach medieval history at Gotham State."
Jason was appalled. "I teach at a state college?"
Harry sighed. It was going to be a long day.