You know I really should have seen this coming.
A rather big envelope, made of yellowish parchment with elegant writing in emerald-green ink.
I mean really. The random relocation of belongings. Jackets, beds, my cat.
A purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms;
My aunt's hair changing colour to orange when I got mad at her for feeding my goldfish to her pet turtle. Still haven't forgiven for that.
A lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.
But still, why me? See the problem isn't the letter. Certainly not. It's that I knew what this letter was without even opening it.
Opening the envelope there was a letter that went on in a different handwriting:
The problem is that I knew what was in it because I've seen it happen before. I mean, everyone who knew of that world has always daydreamed of getting one.
Dear Mr. Ethan Price,
Now that it's in my hands, I'm not so sure if I really wanted it. For you see my birthdate? March 23rd, 1980.
We are pleased to inform you
Now that's a problem for several reasons. One, I'm not actually of this time, and considering this letter, probably not this universe either. I'm also not of this country. No, in late 2017, I was in still in high school in America. Not in a small primary school on the edge of Newcastle in 1991.
"What've you got there, sweetie?" My mother, Evelyn Price, walked up to me and crouched down to my size. Reading the letter, her eyes grew progressively wider and wider.
Being reborn was quite the interesting experience, if I may say so myself. After I (somehow) died, I ended up being reincarnated to this place. After the expected shock and grief wore off, (thank God my parents are who they are, the constant screaming and crying would've been unbearable for anyone else.) I would say I did alright. Adapting was no real issue to me, although making friends when your mental age is three times higher is surprisingly difficult. Who knew.
"Darling, I think you need to come down here!" Her voice growing louder and more anxious the more she spoke. My father, Robert Price, sensing her tone, hurriedly wobbled down the stairs.
The second reason is that 1991 is Harry's year. It means it's the time when Voldemort comes back. The time when discrimination and persecution of people like me is at an all-time high. The time when dark wizards and witches rule Magical Britain.
Dad took the the letter from me, and after reading the letter started sweating bullets. "Bloody hell.." Deciding I may as well act the part, I asked my parents what was wrong. He slowly handed the letter back to me.
The third reason? Well, if there is any character in fiction that I hate, it's Dolores-freakin' Umbridge. Yes, that's right. Being in Harry's year means I would actually have to put up with her for an entire year. Voldemort and his death eaters are threatening yes, but they can be fought, and will eventually be defeated. Fighting Umbridge is fighting the ministry. As a muggleborn, that is a horrible idea by any standard. To have to shut up and tolerate her vile personality and watch her do horrible things to the students would be more than I could take.
that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
It seems I have a new mission plan then. In all the nine realms there is no way that I would ever let it get to that point. Why not try to stop Voldemort you ask? For one, Voldemort's resurrection is a given. Even if I try to go for the Horcruxes I would still only get maybe two. I'd have no idea where to begin searching for the ring. The diary is at the Malfoy manor, and it would be foolish for me to try to break in. It would be even more foolish to break into Gringotts and get the cup. Not to mention trying to get to Nagini and getting Harry to kill himself. That would all have to wait for later.
Term begins on September 1st. As you are new to the magical world, a Hogwarts representative will stop by shortly either before or after this letter arrives to further inform you.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I don't remember that last part being in Harry's letter. Was it just assumed that he would know about magic? Had to be a real shocker for Magical Britain. Harry Potter not even knowing that he's magic. Not knowing why he was made famous.
A knock came from the door, reverberating through the dead-silent house. Through the window I could see a tall figure wearing pale yellow robes with moons on them. The man himself? Well this should be interesting.
Yup, I'm doing it. Considering this is more of a side project, it's not going to be as heavy or as frequently updated as my other story, A Stained Fang. It's mainly me just having fun with the characters and plot. It's obviously going to have more serious moments, but the first few years are going to be almost entirely fluff. Also, major note, I'm not a Brit. Meaning, the tone of the story is going to be a bit awkward sometimes. I'm working on it. That said, I'm also trying to incorporate JK Rowling's writing style and mix it with my own for max authenticity. Along a similar vein, the story will be mostly canon compliant. So no fanon concepts like Heir rings, or Dark and Light and all that. Although I'm keeping Daphne and Tracey. Because I like them. Sue me. Lastly, the character is a semi because while inspired by me, he's not exactly me. He's much better at feelings. At least I hope. An author does shape the characters, and what the author can't imagine is going to be hard to convey. You're gonna have to hope with me on that one. That's it, really. Hope you'll stick around. :)